FIC CHALLENGE: Are you odd enough to take it up?

[Ice]

Hi Kittens, never posted a challenge before so here goes nothing.... clearly its an odd hour here in Blighty and one where I should be long sleeping hence the oddness of me!


Requirements


- Willow and Tara have to accidently meet somewhere odd, not a grocery store or campus but somewhere really wacky, eg sky diving class.

- One of them as to be drunk at some point, like all fall down drunk.

- There should be half naked dancing through a sprinkler, but not when either one is drunk, this has to be a totally sober and conscious, willing choice! So daring them too doesnt count!

- One of the girls must wear a tutu in a public place, again, not for a dare or whilst drunk.

- and the line; "You surely didnt think an elephant would fit up there!?" must be included.

- It can be canon or AU or a mixture but a visit to the Magic Box, or a similar establishment should be included! Either as a serious shopping trip, out of curiousity or just for a laugh.

- Ideally there should be some smut and sex so an R or NC-17 would be good but thats not 100% essential.

- There should be face painting.

- Oh, they should both be at least 21 and 'sensible' grown ups with sensible jobs/lives.... and no kids coz the face painting, dancing in sprinklers and tutus can all be blamed on the offspring!

- Can be as long or short as you'd like and the other BtVS characters dont need to be present or even exist, do what ya fancy with them but the main points should be in there!



Good luck, have fun and let me know when you take up this challenge!

[mangled_monkey]

This is just wacky enough to be a slight challenge. I'm gonna do it. The elephant was what swayed me. It'll be up soon as I get it done.

[mangled_monkey]

Ok, so I wrote this in about an hour. The part that took me the longest was figuring out the plural for phallus, and I don't think I got it right.

Thank you to Ice for the challenge. I hope you enjoy what you inspired. I blame you completely for this.

This, my dear kittens, is the reason you do not let Sara stay up past 10 o'clock and give her a fanfic challenge. At least not when she is hallicinating slightly because of a fever. This is the result. I warn you, it makes absolutely no sense.

Disclaimer: I didn't write this in my right state of mind. I'm pretty much seeing those all over my room right now. I own nothing so please don't sue for this.

My muse has decided to grace me with her presence again, but she chose a bad time. You all get this lovely work of fiction to entertain yourselves with. Please feel free to throw tomatoes at me, I love the sauce they can make. If only they could hold the wooden spoon for me...

Please let me know what you think.



Untitled Piece of Oddness



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Tara gently fingered the silicon nipple as she walked past, wondering exactly what had possessed her to enter the porn shop. She wasn’t interested in any of these things, what did she need a ‘Love Sleeve’ for anyway? She already had one, and it was way more realistic than plastic could ever be. As for the gigantic phalli covering the walls, there was a reason she didn’t date men. She gravitated towards the gift items. As she turned the corner, she noticed the most beautiful redheaded woman she’d ever seen looking at the gummy titties. The shop was not crowded at all, so she had no problem making her way over to where the redhead was standing, taking in her snack choices. Tara gulped slightly and decided to strike up a conversation.

“I uh, I hear the peni are better this time of year…”

The redhead looked up at the newcomer’s voice and smiled slightly. “Oh, the gummy breasts are out of season?”

Tara nodded slightly. “The peni get bought more often, so their fresher. They don’t really fit my tastes, though.”

The girl nodded and grinned a toothy grin. “I’m a breast gal myself.”

A quiet moment of silence was shared between them, as they both took in the fact that the other was, in fact, interested more in gummy breasts than gummy dicks.

“I’m Willow.” The redhead was the first to speak of the two of them, and she shared her name. Tara was relieved, because for a moment she had been worried that the girl was a tree.

Tara smiled and put out her hand for the non-tree Willow to shake. “I’m Tara. I’m glad you’re not a tree.”

Willow looked confused for a moment. “Which is it? Tara or I’m Glad You’re Not a Tree?”

“My name is Tara and I am glad you’re not a tree.” Tara spoke somewhat slowly, hoping the girl would understand.

Willow nodded. “Oh, right… I’m glad I’m not a tree too.”

Tara smiled a very wide smile. “Oh, Willow, we have so much in common! I’m overcome with emotion for you. Will you have coffee with me so we might commence with the gay lovin’?”

Willow smiled sexily and posed the very reasonable question, “Why do we need coffee to commence with gay lovin’?”

Tara smiled and agreed with her. “I agree with you, Willow. We should get straight to the lovin’ because that is clearly the best part of any relationship.”

So they both headed back towards Willow’s apartment, since Tara only had a twin sized mattress and they needed at least a queen to have sex properly. But, on the way to Willow’s very luxurious apartment (which she paid for with her boring, but sensible 9-5 tech support job) they came across a shop which both recognized and wished to purchase things from.

“I wish to purchase things here,” They spoke in unison.

They entered the shop, called the Magic Box by some of its customers, mostly the ones that could read, and walked towards the magical paraphernalia. They each picked out a few items, bought them, and left.

They began towards Willow’s apartment again, but passed a bar and decided, that since they were both responsible adults and over 21 years of age, they should go in and have a drink.

Half an hour later, as Willow attempted to carry a very drunk Tara out of the bar, she realized that she might be the more responsible and adultly of the two of them. She checked Tara’s ID and said “aHA!” For indeed, there on Tara’s government issued ID, it stated clearly and plainly that Tara was exactly a year younger than Willow, at a mere 22.

“That makes all the difference” Willow noted, “For a twenty two year old could never be more mature than a twenty three year old… It just doesn’t happen.”

Supporting Tara in all her drunkenness on the way back to her apartment, Willow noticed a face painting booth and grinned. Even though she was 23 and very mature, she decided a practical joke would be fun. She dragged her new friend over to the booth and requested that a full clown face be painted on the girl.

Once the face was done, Tara responded with a very polite vomiting in the face painter’s lap, and a giggle. “Now I’m a bozo… I like to be a bozo.” She slurred.

Willow suppressed her laughter and dragged the girl with her back to her own apartment. She put the girl in her bed and realized that no gay lovin’ could occur because she would be taking advantage of the very drunk girl, so she covered her with a blanket and put her to bed. She laid next to the girl and held her close as she fell asleep.

The next morning both girls awoke to a very loud crash. They jumped out of bed and noticed an elephant sitting in the center of Willow’s bedroom. Which was odd because they both could have sworn the bed was in the center, but no. The elephant was. And there was nothing those girls could do about it. Neither of them had the skills or knowledge to get the elephant out. A moment later Willow’s abovely neighbor’s head popped over the side of the hole. “Hey, Willow. Sorry about the elephant, he fell off of my satellite dish on the roof.”

Willow just stared dumbfounded at her neighbor as Tara became outraged. “You surely didn’t think an elephant would fit up there?!?!”

Willow put her head in her hands. “Oh, I’m sure she did. She has absolutely no concept of physics or gravity. I’ve found her floating on more than one occation, so it usually isn’t an issue. Except that one time she…” Willow became even more upset and burst into tears, mumbling something about her toaster.

Tara took the weeping Willow into her arms and rubbed her back. She looked at the elephant and wished really hard to make it go away. There was a poofing noise and both the elephant and the hole in the ceiling were gone. Willow stopped crying and looked up at Tara with a tear streaked face. “Does my toaster work now, too?”

Tara gazed sadly down at Willow. “I’m sorry, my dear, there are some things even magic can’t do.”

Willow burst into a whole new round of sobs, which Tara held her during. “Dearest, I know what will cheer you up… With the added bonus of getting all this paint off my face… We could take off everything but our underwear and run through a sprinkler!”

Willow’s face lit up. “I get to see you mostly naked with water and face paint running down your body? Wow! I’m the luckiest woman in the world!”

Tara smiled and began to disrobe. When she was in nothing but her sheer black bra and matching panties, she waited for Willow to take off her clothes. Once that was done, they walked down the steps to the front of Willow’s apartment building and searched around for the nearest sprinkler.

The closest one was three blocks away. They aquired quite a few appreciative glances, and a few jealous ones on the way there. Tara went first, leaping through the water the sprinkler gave off with a loud noise of glee. “GLEEEEEEE!” She shouted. Willow followed after with a noise of joy, but she didn’t sound nearly as happy as Tara did. For, as everyone knows, glee is happier than joy is. And this always makes giddy jealous, but that’s a tale for another time.

They froliked in the sprinkler’s juices for a full five minutes before they became cold and decided to go back inside. At this point, Tara’s apartment was closer so they went there.

Tara got dressed in a black shirt, purple pants, and orange tutu. Willow took a look at her outfit and remarked “your tutu doesn’t match your pants.”

Tara agreed with Willow, so took her pants off. She lent the redhead an outfit to wear so she wouldn’t be walking around in nothing but a wet bra and panties. They decided to take a walk through the park, since it was close to Tara’s house.

They got to the park and began kissing heavily. Willow took off Tara’s tutu, put it on her head, and began making love to the extraordinary woman she met only yesterday in the porn shop.

The two were married the following day and they lived happily ever after. The end. [/b]

[writerfreak]

I can certainly say that I have never in my life read anything quite like that.

writerfreak

[Krokador]

heeeh?!? okay, that was odd. lacked a bit of continuity and just plot building, but I think that with this kind of general idea, it's kinda hard to have something that really makes sense!

But know what, I might pick up on the challenge, when I find some time in my busy schedule to do so. It really gave me a few ideas I want to test hehe.

[Thianne]

well, that was....interesting. yeah. uh....yeah.

but the elephant line was hilarious!

[Ice]

Well.... colour me totally stunned and speechless!!

Theres really nowt ya can say to that!

Nice one!!!

[ceridwen]

That was amusingly odd... or maybe oddly amusing

Uh.. yeah, good one... thats all i can say...

[inlerf]

um, half naked. define? wet, wet, clothes, such that undies are seen, counted?

[Ice]

Well I see it as maybe shorts and bra but really really wet will count too! Thats the good thing about 'half naked' it can be your interpretation of it.

[Krokador]

hum huh, okay, here goes

Title: Running Through My Veins
Author: Krokador
Email address: krokador@hotmail.com
Feedback: Um, yes, I think I kinda need feedback on that one
Distribution: just ask me first
Spoilers: none, AU setting
Rating: Not quite sure... NC-17 feels safe, but I could be wrong (actually, the whole fic stands as a PG-13 rating, except the smut part xD. But the fic works without the smut)
Pairing: Willow / Tara
Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS characters, or their names, I'm just a lil' writer trying to have fun.
Summary: Willow and Tara meet at an AA meeting.

Notes: This is my first attempt, ever, at both a fic challenge, and smut. So um yeah, you don't have to be gentle with me. I want to improve

Running Through My Veins

A pouty red-head was dragged into the room by a short, petite blonde, and sat on a chair apparently against her will, on the first row. "Willow, it's for your own good, sweetie." The red head looked up at her, a deep frown covering her face. "Yeeeah Buffy… I soooooo need to be here." The slur in her voice made it obvious that she wasn't sober, and Buffy's face turned to an expression of concern, before forcing a smile to crawl on her lips and walking out, leaving the poor Willow in the middle of a crowd she didn't know.


"Welcome, all and everyone, to this AA meeting!" A man in the front said, holding a mic, trying to get everyone's attention. "I see that we have a newcomer here, won't you come and present yourself?" He addressed Willow. The information took a bit of time to register inside her head. Me? Newcomer? presentation? She turned bright red and shyly got up, shuffling her feet on the ground up to the man, who handed her the mic. "Uh… Hi. My name's Willow and I huh… well I think I need to um… stop drinking." Her blush deepened. Of course, that's what you go to the AA's for, she slapped herself mentally. But the crowd responded kindly to her, each and everyone shouting their own version of the "Hi Willow" phrase. Willow froze. She was in front of a crowd of people, a mic in hand, and she had actually talked in public. Now, all she wanted to do was go back to her seat, and sink in it as deep as possible, to not be noticed anymore. But a hand on her wrist held her in place, and Willow surprised herself at not thinking that hand was intrusive to her own space. Her half-drunk mind decided to describe the exact feeling of her arm at that right moment with the word JELL-O, as her gaze shot up to discover the owner of the soft hand. The blonde girl in front of her smiled shyly, and she removed her hand from Willow's wrist. Willow sighed internally, hoping the touch would've lasted just a while longer, while she stared at the beauty in front of her. She's… sparkling… "Hi Willow. I'm Tara a-and I'm gonna be y-your pair." Tara blushed, kicking herself for stuttering, and blurting that sentence out the way she had. So much for a first impression… she thought, as she kept looking at the red-haired girl standing in front of her, not sure what was going to happen.


Their gazes eventually met, blue in green, and all of a sudden Willow's tipsy feeling was completely gone as she handed out her hand to the girl in front of her. "Pleasure to meet you!" Tara hesitantly reached for the lent out hand, nodding slightly, a lopsided grin forming on her lips as their hands connected in the most electric handshake they had ever experienced. Willow's brain short-circuited on the image of that smile, and promised herself she would do anything to see it more often.


The sound of someone clearing his throat shook them out of their own thoughts, as they realized they were still holding each other's hands. They muttered a very low, and sorry "sorry" before letting go, and going back to their seats, sitting real close to each other, without wanting the other to notice, patiently waiting for the reunion to be over, as their hearts pounded in their chests.


After each meeting, they sat together and talked, trying to get to know each other more. And one day, while the room's next occupants, a traveling circus, were setting their stage, a kid suddenly came running downstairs, yelling at his superior's attention. "Boss, boss! Dumbo doesn't want to go upstairs!" The superior slapped his forehead in disbelief and sighed. "You surely didn't think an elephant would fit up there ?!?" He finally shouted at the boy, deciding to take care of the precious specimen himself, leaving the boy in the middle of the room, staring at the two girls. Tara blushed a little under the kid's gaze, and Willow decided she was taking things in charge. "How about we get out of this noisy place and have this talk around a coffee?" She blurted, trying to be louder than the circular saw that was working on planks not that far from them. Tara nodded enthusiastically and got up from her chair. "I'm all for it!" she answered, trying not to sound too eager.


They both headed to the coffee shop in silence, and about midway Willow's hand found Tara's and took it in a soft, tender movement, even though Willow felt way more daring than anything at doing it. Let's just hope it's not all one-sided and she's not just being nice 'cause she was paired with me. Tara was surprised at the movement, but still enjoyed it much more than she would have wanted to admit. She squeezed Willow's hand to show her everything was alright, as the red-head's pace had slowed down a little, as she swam in uncertainty about the impact of her initiative.


When they finally arrived at the coffee shop, they reluctantly let go of each other's hands and ordered their drinks, and then sat across each other at a table. Tara finally found her capacity to use words back. "So.. why d-do you hum. well if you don't m-mind me asking. Why do you drink?" Willow struggled to not spit the contents of her moth in Tara's face and swallowed the hot liquid. "I… um… well. I'm a bit shy, and I'm like, you know, lonely. And I thought drinking would help me come out, and maybe I'd find a girlfriend, you know 'cause no one even knows I'm gay, so that makes you the first one to learn it, 'cause even Buffy doesn't know and well you see I don't know how to tell my friends and I had never fell in love before so there was no point telling them and now I've probably freaked you out…" Willow took another sip of her coffee, waiting for an answer from Tara, and when she got none she looked down at her lap and sighed. "I think I'll just leave then…"


The same hand that had held her in place earlier on that day was once again on her arm. "No! D-don't go, Willow! I was just hum… You said so many things in so little time I was just trying to… c-catch up you know." Willow looked up at her and for a moment thought she saw an admirative glance in the ocean eyes. "I um… I tend to do that often. Usually people run away in the opposite direction." Tara took a sip of her beverage and shook her head slightly. "Actually, that was very cute." She said, flashing her lop-sided grin to the girl sitting in front of her. That one girl was just all she ever wished for. And if her brain had picked up the words alright, she was also gay. "So, you um… you're g-gay, right?" Tara bit her lip, she hadn't really meant to ask the question, but couldn't refrain herself from getting confirmation. Seeing Willow turn bright red, she added a bit about her own self. "B-because I-I am, g-gay, too…" The room lit up, just as Willow beamed with the realisation of the opportunity that was lying in front of her. "So… drinking really helped, in a twisted way." She said, giving Tara what she thought was a seductive grin. "W-well, I wouldn't know, I never tried." Tara let her hair fall over her eyes for a moment, but Willow immediately reached out and tucked it behind her hair. "I so need to make you try then!" Tara leant into the touch, slightly, and then giggled. "So we're gonna switch roles for the night! Take me out, but no drinking for you, at all!" Willow's eyes grew double their size, but then she nodded. "I guess that works. I think I'm about ready to do anything to take you out!" Tara turned crimson bright red and once again bent her head so her hair would curtain her face. In one way hoping Willow would repeat the earlier gesture, but on the other hand really wanting to hide what the fact that the other girl really liked her too was making her very happy.


Willow tilted her head to the right and rested her hand on Tara's cheek, not quite aiming to push away the offending hair from her new friend's face, but to touch her, forever. The thought of a night with her came to her mind for the first time, and her cheeks began burning as red as Tara's face. Tara enjoyed the tingly feeling of Willow's fingers softly caressing her cheek, and as she looked at her eyes, she could have sworn she had seen a temporary lust fill them. The current was indeed passing well between them, and she was looking forward to spending the night with that girl. No, she was looking forward to spending her life with that girl.


They kept talking for a while, before the sun started to set and they both wanted to go and get ready for the night. "So, meet me at the Bronze, around ten?" Willow asked just one last time, to make sure they had well agreed on the time. Tara nodded and smiled. "I'll be there." And then started the race for finding a good outfit, what the make-up would be, what to wear, where to go, how should I arrange my hair? Why does this pretty dress no longer fits me when I wanna wear it. Oh god Buffy I have a date! Oh my oh my, the most beautiful woman in the whole world asked me out! And the time runs by, and oh hey we kinda have to eat, I didn't invite her to dinner, oh that’s stupid I should have treated her to diner. Oh, heh, I forgot about dinner, I'm hungry, but did she want us to eat together? I think I'll grab a bite anyway. Ah! where are my shoes? Where's my purse? Help me I'm never gonna be ready on time!!!!


At eight thirty, both girls were standing near the entrance to the Bronze, ashamed at being that early, and they hadn't noticed each other, until a man offering free face painting passed by them on his bicycle and offered them a two for one on freeness if they were both to come. The Bronze wasn't going to open before nine, so they decided they could just go, for the sake of it, and wash it afterwards, if needed. "So why in the world did I choose to be a pirate?" Willow asked, getting out of the face painting booth giggling. When she saw Tara, she stopped laughing and stared for a couple minutes, not sure if what she was seeing was real, or completely eerie. "Uh yeah, your pirate looks good Will." Tara said, her blush hidden by the paint on her face. "You make a very beautiful Miss Kitty." Willow finally said, trying not to fall over laughing. "Okay, so maybe we should just take that off our faces, huh?" Willow nodded, and then raised an eyebrow. "But, how?" Tara pointed to a running sprinkler in the grass. "Yeah but we'll get all wet!" Willow said, noticing for the first time how Tara was already taking off some of her clothes. "Only underwear, that'll dry fast!" She said, leaving her clothes on the ground and running under the water, the face paint already flowing down to her shoulders and being washed away by the cold water. Willow looked at her, perplex. She would never do that drunk, how could she do it now? And how in hell would Tara, usually so shy, be able to do that, too. They were in a public place, where people could see them anytime. It was…


Willow's train of thought was interrupted by that hand she loved so much, now all wet, on her skin, while Tara's other hand was pulling on her shirt. "Come on, it's fun! You were saying that you needed to be less shy, this is the perfect occasion to train at that, sober!" The blonde blinked at Willow seductively and the red head lost her resolve and undressed, leaving her clothes that she had taken so long to choose out of her wardrobe for the occasion over the pile Tara's had created. They then held each other's hands and ran through the sprinkles, the cold water running down their bare skin, let alone for their underwear. They got into a rythm and started dancing jokingly, laughing loudly and having some fun, despite the oddness of their activity. The drops of water sparkled under the moon light, and when both girls stopped, out of breath, most of the paint was gone into oblivion. Their hair wetly hanged on their shoulders, dripping from all the water, and for the first time they looked each other up and down, observing, noting, memorizing and putting in a safe frame every curves and details of the other's body. Then their eyes met and time froze. They were standing inches from each other, their breathe came in ragged gasps, and their gaze were locked, as they kept inching closer, slowly, tenderly, as if the world didn't matter anymore. Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, that left both their lips tingling, as their arms enlaced the other, locking the embrace. Their breathing was now shallow, as they were still staring at each other's pools of desire, and finally they closed their eyes and kissed, with passion, but still in a soft, tender way. They weren't in a haste, they had time, and they really had love, for the first time in their life.


A strange guy mowing the lawn walked by them in some kind of trance, and ended his course into a brick wall, the noise of his crash tearing Willow and Tara apart from their little world. They then realised the sprinkler was now off, and that their clothes were almost already completely dry. how much time had passed, they had no clue, but their started feeling cold and rushed to their clothes, which were still in the neat pile they had been thrown in, hopefully.


They finally entered the Bronze at the planned time. As soon as they found a good comfortable spot to sit, Willow rushed to the bar to order her favorite drink for Tara to try. They sat together, Willow keeping away from the alcohol without too much trouble, and Tara getting tipsier and tipsier every moment, as they talked about their jobs, then friends, then high school life, and then elem school bullies. Came midnight, Tara couldn't make sense anymore. Her voice was completely slurred, and her feet wouldn't hold her up either. Willow had wanted to dance with her all night, but the occasion to ask had never occurred, as no good songs had really hooked her. And now, she had to take care of a very drunk, yet very sexy Tara, not knowing where in the world her place was, or how she would react if she woke up the next morning with the worst hangover ever, in a bed she didn't know, in a place she had never seen, with a girl she had barely just met.


Willow still decided to take Tara to her house, hoping for the best. Only, the way home wasn't all that easy, as the blonde girl really had lost any sense of dignity, and the concept of behaving in the streets. She was like a little girl exploring the world, only in a mature woman body, with a lot of mature vocabulary. "Hey bitch, watch where you walk, don't step on my beauty!" She yelled at some kind of stern lady who she had almost bumped into. Willow blushed deeply, shooting an apologetic look at the woman, trying to keep her Tara under control. My Tara? Since when has she become mine? And hell, now I understand why Buffy took me to the AA meeting… Her thoughts trailed off as Tara pointed to a big panel announcing the Magic Box and started struggling against her red-head's iron grip to go into the shop. "Sweetie…" Willow said, strangely sounding like her own mother. "I don't think that's a good idea." she added, trying to keep her girl with her. The struggling blond suddenly kissed her, and then ran off into the shop. Willow, now off balance, could only follow her inside.


The shop had a warm, welcoming atmosphere, and a bunch of not-very-cheap objects lied around a bit everywhere. Willow suddenly got worried that with Tara's merry attitude she would have a huge bill to pay when she got out, but strangely her drunk girl was all of a sudden all calm and admirative. "Wooow!" Was all she could say, walking from one item to another, looking at it, examining it, turning it upside down with a care Willow had never seen before. She was herself completely awed by the sight of that girl awing magic items under the confused looks of the other customers. Then, without warning, the blonde ran off of the store and back into the streets, she aimed straight for a dancer outfit store that was about to close. "Willow, I want you to wear that for me, please!!!!" Willow ogled the pink tutu in front of her for a moment and then shook her head no. "Come on, Willlllloooowww." she let out, before slumping in Willow's arms, fast asleep. Willow tried to shake her awake, but succeeded only in almost dropping her to the ground, and so then resolved herself to carry her the few blocks that lead to her house.


The walk was exhausting, but Willow kept going, having only in mind the well being of the sweetheart she was carrying. She finally reached her door, fumbled with her keys for a second, and then kicked her door open, gently laying Tara on the couch in the living room before closing the door and getting rid of her shoes. She then proceeded to take care of the blonde's too, and when she was done, decided that dressing her in pyjamas would be a good idea, too. The image of Tara's wet, half naked body came back to her mind, and she had to refrain herself from letting her mind wander more than that. She wasn't going to take advantage of the situation, at all.


So Willow found a PJ that would fit Tara, undressed and dressed the woman back swiftly, and in a caring way, and then carried her to her bed. She's gonna have the worst hangover ever, let's not add to it a sore back from sleeping on the couch. She tucked the girl in and sat on the edge of the bed for a while, as the blond peacefully slept, unaware of what she was going to experience the next morning. She then got up, and then bent over and kissed Tara's forehead softly, before grabbing her own PJ's and heading out of the room for her own night on the couch.


Willow got up early the next morning, an idea having popped in her mind when she was dreaming. She checked on Tara to find her still quite asleep, and decided to head out to town for a little bit of shopping. She was back in half an hour, and had quietly put away the bags in the kitchen, immediately proceeding to prepare some food and drinks for the poor blond who would probably wake up with an awful head and stomach ache. She then looked at the time and sighed at her earliness. She was going to wait for her girl quite a while, and decided she would do so by staring at the beauty in her bed. Her body was her image of perfection, the smile she was wearing, the representation of light. Everything Tara made Willow dreamy, and she finally went back to sleep on the bed beside her blond goddess, wrapping one arm around her protectively, but not to close as to not wake her up.


Tara woke up about an hour later, her eyes quite unappreciative of the sunlight coming through the window, and her whole body feeling way heavier than usual. But the very bad sensation was covered by some kind of golden aura, and even thought she felt like she was going to throw up, she could only smile as she noticed the red head was there beside her, dressed up and ready for the day, but sleeping soundly with her arm around her. She snuggled in, enjoying the sensation of the red-head’s body close to hers, before a coughing fit got to her and finished the duty of waking both girls up.


“Tara, are you alright?” Willow said in a cute, sleepy voice, before noticing the blond trying to get to her feet unsuccessfully. She jumped to her feet and helped the other woman up, turning to look at her eyes. “Bathroom?” she asked, pretty sure that was where Tara wanted to go. The other woman nodded, unable to say a word, and they raced to the toilet. Then, Willow took care of Tara like Buffy had taken care of her so many times, but with a different kind of care. And the realisation of how bad drinking wascame to her even harder as she sat sipping a coffee with a very confused Tara. “I really did that?” she had asked between two sips of the hot liquid, almost choking on it. “Uh huh” Willow nodded, before adding “and you wanted me to wear a pink tutu, too.” Both girls laughed heartily at that, but then Tara became silent and stared into some kind of nothingness. “Hey, what’s wrong sweetie?” Willow was surprised she had called her that way, but somehow it hadn’t felt wrong, at all. Everything felt so right with Tara… “I um… I always wanted to do um… ballet. To wear one of those…” A huge grin formed on Willow’s face as she got up to get one of the bags from her earlier shopping. Tara sat completely perplexed at her girlfriend’s girlfriend? attitude, and then her jaw dropped when she saw the red head come back with a pink tutu in her right hand. “And so, I thought I’d buy you one!”


Tara’s eyes grew wide in delight as she grabbed the piece of clothing and ran off to the bathroom to try it on. Every single bad feeling that had been caused by the alcohol was dissipated as she realized one of her biggest dream: wear a pink tutu. The morning went well. Both girls shared their feelings, with a lot less trouble than they had thought they’d have, and in the afternoon they decided to go to the movies, wanting to spend what little time that was left to their week-end together, in an entertaining way. Tara noticed only arrived at the theatre that she had been going around the street wearing that tutu Willow had bought her, when the lawn mower from the day before passed with a cleaning hose and whistled at her while being ran into by an old woman. She blushed deeply and proceeded to remove the offending piece of clothing as soon as she could reach the public bathrooms, and tried to fit it into her purse. A pink piece of clothing coming out of a bag felt a lot less embarrassing to carry around than to wear around, she had decided.


After all those events, both girls were reluctant to part. They both had work on the next day, and were a bit tired, but the perspective of not seeing each other for more than five minutes sounded really scary to them at that exact moment. “Well, how about you come and sleep at my place?” Tara proposed, memories of her sweet awakening by Willow’s side floating in her mind. Willow nodded energetically, approving the idea with all she could. “Yes, yes, and yes I want to!!” “There was only one question, sweetie.” Tara giggled and tentatively kissed Willow’s lips. Surprised at the sudden gesture, the red head let out a spine shaking moan, and then immediately blushed at herself. Tara shot her a lop-sided smile in response, her eyes lighting up with lust. Willow blushed even more, but held her gaze and pulled her lover closer and rested her right hand on her belly, her other hand moving up her chest slowly. They kissed once again, and then realized they were still in the middle of a public place. “You better show me the way to your room quick!” Willow said, her hand locking into Tara’s as they almost ran to her place together.


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As soon as the door closed behind them, Tara pinned Willow to the wall and kissed her deeply, demandingly, as her hand ran through the strawberry hair in a slow, tempting motion. Willow responded to the kiss by pushing Tara back to the other wall and pinning her up as well. She broke the kiss and looked deep into her lust filled eyes, her grip shaky, yet firm, and she stuck her tongue out with a big teaseful grin. Tara didn't lose a second and reached up, softly biting on Willow's tongue, and then kissed her again, her own tongue effectively exploring her lover's mouth as her hands explored her back. Willow moaned and pressed her body against Tara's, desperate for more contact, more love, and more body heat. Her hands ran down the blonde's side slowly, her nails tingling her skin through the soft material of her shirt. A small cry escaped from Tara's lips in the split second Willow withdrew her lips to kiss back with even more passion. She then started kissing down Tara's chin, then up her jawbone, slowly, licking and nibbling at the skin in a sensual way. She let her hot breathe reach Tara's ear and whispered "I love you." before biting at her earlob, successfully extirping a deep growl off Tara's throat.


"I..." Tara managed between two ragged breath. "I am yours." Willow smirked and let go of her now safer hold on Tara to push her towards the bedroom she had spotted with the corner of her eye. She sat the blonde on teh bed, and then climbed on as well, her left knee nestled between both Tara's legs as she reached down to kiss her full lips again.


Tara's hands ventured under Willow's shirt, and up her back, her fingers tenderly and slowly carressing the soft skin, awaiting for a sign that she was maybe, perhaps, going to fast. Willow's hand reached behind her neck and pulled her in closer to the kiss, her knee inching forward ever so slightly, inviting Tara to keep going where she was planning to. Her uncertainty now completely erased, Tara broke the kiss and lifted Willow's shirt up over her head, and then threw it aside, resuming the deep kissing once again, her hands now working on the red-head's bra. Willow wriggled around a bit, surprised by the coldness of the air on her hot skin, but soon, the contrast disappeared as she felt a smooth hand run on her naked breast and groaned as she got rid of the now useless white piece of clothing. She unconsciously pushed her knee further, and sat herself on Tara's tight, as the blonde continued her exploration of the freckled skin. They interrupted the kissing, looking into each other's eyes through the blur of the moment. Tara started rubbing the breast harder, before slightly pinching on Willow's erect nipple. The red head's body bucked and she gasped loudly at the touch, the movement causing her knee to grind into Tara's jean-protected core, causing her to moan just as loud. Still admirative at the effect this had on her girl, Tara decided to reach down and suck on the other nipple, enjoying the red-head's taste as much as the knee that was teasing her as she kept to her duty. Willow was now panting, straddling Tara's tight completely, puhing herself on top of her, desperate for more contact, her whole body shivering with pleasure.


Tara's top was soon discarded as well, Willow proceeding to a similar exploration of the blonde's cruves, earning loud moans and growls here and there, her knee still firmly in place. She then withdrew her leg all of a sudden, and drew a path of kisses down Tara's whole body, slowly, measuring the reactions to different areas, and finally reaching her ultimate goal. She licked at the skin near the pants, taking her time to unbutton and unzip the jeans, one hand working lazy patterns on Tara's stomach. After a while of fumbling with the zipper, she looked up at Tara, a sheepish grin covering her face. "I huh... stuck" she muttered, her hand still in action. Tara reached down and giggled, finishing the unzipping with a master hand, letting Willow take off the jeans at the same slow pace she had begun to.


Willow's fingers traced the shape of Tara's underwear as she reached up to plant a kiss on her trembling lips. She then went back down the trail she had previously tested, managing to steal gasps and moans from Tara as she worked on getting rid of the last piece of clothing. Willow rubbed her crotch softly, almost teasingly, all the way down, then back up her legs, still kissing the lower part of her lover's belly, causing her body to shudder with pleasure, and need. "Will, just..." Willow's hand reached the wetness around Tara's center and shivered in delight herself, contemplating the options she had. She finally decided on giving a tentative lick to her clit, getting a loud, guttural growl in response. Her own clit was throbbing with desire, but she was going to give Tara what she wanted first. Willow hungrily sucked on the sensible spot as her hand crawled up her crotch, enjoying the gasps and moans, as Tara's hips bucked to her face, her whole body shaken by pleasure and need. "Fuck... me!" Willow gladly pulled her hand up to Tara's wet core, and slid one finger in her entrance. Tara bucked her hips wildly, trying to get more contact with Willow's hand and face, as the red head kept sucking and nibbling while sliding a second finger in her opening, and beggining to pump harder. Tara screamed loudly, trying to form Willow's name with her mouth, but her brain was just too occupied at decyphering the pleasure signals that her body was producing to give any coherency to her words. In a matter of moments, the blonde woman was reaching her climax, growling, moaning, and gripping at the bed's sheets as Willow kept licking at her juices flowing out.


When her body's spasms finally calmed, Tara managed to call Willow's name, softly. The red-head immediately climbed up her body, laying down numerous kisses on the white, sweaty skin as she proceeded. She then planted a passionate, fiery kiss on Tara's lips, allowing her to taste herself. Willow then lowered herself so their bodies would touch completely and enjoyed how close she felt to the other woman, not just physically. Tara ran her fingers through the red hair, enjoying their proximity as well, not wanting to move to break the moment.


She then realized that Willow still had her pants on, and slid her hands down her back to her butt sensuously when Willow's hand stoped her motion. "I'm fine, don't want to move." Tara ran her fingers up to caress the small of Willow's back tenderly and tried to look into her eyes. Willow's green eyes met hers, the sparkle of love illuminating them like she had never seen before. "I love you." the red head said, before kissing Tara softly and then nuzzling her neck. Tara smiled and grabbed a sheet to cover them up, and then fell asleep with her love in her arms.


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A couple months later, Willow received her approbation to leave the AA’s and her and Tara got married in the same auditorium where the meetings had taken place. The whole circus troop was also invited to the wedding, and for their nuptial ride, Dumbo was chosen as the ceremonial vehicle. They lived happily ever after, not touching alcohol ever again, and getting their daily doses of oddness as needed.

FIN

[Thianne]

Kro, that was good! very good! i mean, you managed to meet the requirements and write a good fic with a plot. i'm impressed!

it was very tender, very original, and the smut was hot!

and i have to say, the elephant line fitted right in! i'm in awe of you girl, i really loved how you managed to....bend the requirements to write a good fic, and yes, i do realize i'm repeating myself.

very good job!

ETA: just a little thing....if you could separate the paragraphs more....it just makes it easier to read, you know?

but still, very good job

[umgaynow]

I don't mean to nitpick, but...if they met at an AA meeting, why is Willow encouraging Tara to drink and why is Tara doing it? Enable much? Aside from that a fun story...

[Krokador]

more spacing between paragraphs: check even though I hum... I think i'm gonna have to work on identing the first line of a paragraph too if I want it to be really easy to read, but I'm just jumping in before work so I'll do that later.

Thanks for the nice comments Vale

and umgaynow, yeah that part sounded kinda weird on me, but the point (which I think I havent made clear enough) is that Tara wasn't in the AA cuz she was drinking but for helping the people drinking. You know like hum... *brain searching for the right word in english*. Ah well, so the point here was that the deal of Tara drinking and Willow having nothing was like... some kind of test. Don't know if I make sense ^^

Thanks for reading

[Ice]

Excellent!!! I've gottan some very funny looks from the people here for laughing but hey ho, they're odd enough on their own!

Excellent fic! And the sprinkler thing with lawnmower man was brilliant! Loving it, loving it loving it!!!

[Krokador]

Hehe well I gotta say I had some fun writing it as well

Had trouble with the smut part, but I gotta say, the chat crew really helped me write this

So anyone else up for the challenge? lol

[sarah07]

Ok, so my first post on this board. Also my first attempt at fanfiction. This challenge was just so odd I had to try.

“You aren’t actually going to make me go in there are you!” Willow looked to Buffy with a panicked expression. The two of them were standing outside of a strip club and Willow was clearly very uncomfortable.

“Will we promised Xander we would meet him here for a Scooby meeting. I mean, you picked the place last time.” Willow looked at Buffy like she was crazy.

“I picked the Espresso Pump. No dancing naked woman swaying erotically on a pole. Just coffee, though you know I suppose there could be someone that would consider coffee erotic. I mean think of the traditional clichÈ ‘inviting someone up for coffee’. I mean most guys are sure they’re going to get lucky then, but you know that wasn’t my intention. I’m not a coffee lover…Well I mean I love my mocha’s but-

“Will,” Buffy broke into the babble streak, eyes wide open in shock. “Umm, your babbling.” Willow turned bright red. “We just need to walk in and meet Xander. It’s just a Scooby meeting.”

“Yeah Buffy, I guess your right. Besides we’ve all seen naked girls before. I mean It’s nothing new. Not erotic at all unless you like girls, which we don’t. Yep, none of the liking girls here…” Willow’s eyes shift from side to side. “Lets go in”

The two of them walk in and immediately spot Xander up at the bar putting a dollar in some girls panties. Buffy raises an eyebrow, “this is disturbing on so many levels. Xander never pick’s the meeting place again, agreed.

“Uhhh…Huhhh” Willow was struck speechless by one of the strippers, a pretty blonde dancing seductively against a pole.

“Will are you ok, you look kind of-“

“Lets just go get Xander” The two of them walk up to the bar. “Hey Xan-oh my god is that Faith” Willow stops to look up at one of the strippers.

“Yep, funny isn’t it. She’s been glaring at me all night.” Xander smirks. Buffy bursts out laughing.

“Faith, the dark slayer, is a stripper.” The barkeeper walked up to them. Can I get you two anything? They ordered a round of beers.

Ok, so time to start the Scooby meeting. They wandered off to a secluded table in the corner, “So the new threat is some kind of ball of pink goo, it got me on patrol the other night. Willow was there, right Will…”

“…Uh…huh”

“You sure your ok?” No response. Willow was busy staring at the girl who was now looking straight into her eyes. “Will…Will…Willow!”

“Huh, what, what did I miss. I mean not that I missed anything because I was right here, and paying attention. Because that’s what I do I pay attention. I am in no way shape or form enchanted by the stripper that looks exactly like my dream woman. I mean not that I have a dream woman, because I’m straight. Straight as an arrow. I mean…”

Buffy looked at Willow with a kind of amused, kind of shocked look on her face. “You guys want to go back to the Magic Box, so Will can ‘focus’ on something else” Buffy smirked.

“All right lets go guys.” They walk out of the bar and to the magic box, all night Willow can’t pay any attention, she is completely entranced by the image of her dream girl.

The next day Willow goes back to watch her girl dance again. This time she stays until closing and waits to talk to the girl.

“Hi my names Willow, I was wondering if you would go out for coffee sometime, I mean not that I’m coming on to you. I mean yes I’m asking you on a date but not in a perverted hey it’s a stripper, easy lay type of way. I mean this is coming out all wrong. I mean I don’t even go to strip clubs, I just came to this one to meet my friend Xander. I mean my friend in a totally platonic, I’m completely gay way. Well I mean, I mean. Would you go out to coffee with me?”

“I’m n-not free t-tomorrow.”

“Oh well I understand, I mean it must sound really bad getting asked out in a strip club. I mean I must sound like some kind of pervert.”

“N-no, I m-m-mean I h-have c-class, If you’d like to m—maybe go out for a d-drink now I’m free.”

“Oh my god I would love to! I mean that sounds fun. Where would you like to go. The espresso pump is nearby if you’d like to go there.”

“A-all r-right, by the w-way my name is Tara.”

“Oh my god I forgot to ask your name. How insensitive can I get., I mean that’s just terrible. I’m a bad bad person.”

“N-no d-don’t worry about it”

Tara smiled softly at Willow’s babble. Normally she would never agree to go out with someone like this, but well there was something about this girl she just found endearing. In return Willow couldn’t help but love Tara’s stutter, finding it cute and somehow sexy.

The two of them walked to the Espresso Pump. Willow ordered a large mocha and Tara ordered a coffee. The two of them sat down and began to talk.

“Well here we are. Sitting at the coffee shop. Filling ourselves full of coffee goodness.”

“Yep, I think my coffee tastes a little funny though, oh well I’m sure that its fine. Actually I think I’ll have another. Well what do you do for a living Willow.”

“Oh I’m a student, college student. Going to be a Junior. I’m majoring in software design.” The conversation goes back and forth like this while Tara drinks many more coffees.

“This coffee is simply delicious. You must try some. Tara dips her finger in it and offers it up to Willow. Willow slowly puts the finger in her mouth and licks it off.

“Goddess this is Irish coffee. It’s alcoholic. Since when do they sell alcohol at the Expresso Pump.”
Tara giggles. “Oh that must be why I’m feeling so floaty. Well we should probably take our leave.” She tries to stand up but quickly falls back down to the floor.
“No let me take care of you. I mean if I hadn’t suggested the Espresso Pump you wouldn’t be in this condition. Willow lets Tara rest on her arm and carries her off to her house. “Ok now you rest right here. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
The next morning Willow walks Tara back to her house. On the way they see a carnival. “Oh Willow lets stop here.” The two of them have a fun couple of hours riding all of the rides and getting their faces painted. Tara was kind of scared of the roller coaster but Willow held her the whole time.
They also stopped at the Magic Box on there way back where they looked around. Both of them were quite pleased to find out the other was a witch.
When they reached Tara’s door neither of them really wanted to leave, so they decided to take a trip to the Bronze. Tara went in to get dressed, as she was still in the clothing she wore yesterday. She came out wearing a pink tutu.
“Are you really going to wear that.”
“Well yeah. I mean we’re going to be dancing right”
“…” The two of them start walking to the Bronze. Suddenly a sprinkler starts squirting water and sprays them.
“Oh no I’m wet.”
“Don’t worry sweetie. I mean its hot outside anyway. Ooh I used to love frolicking in the sprinklers. Lets play Tara.”
“We don’t want to get our clothing any wetter than it already is.” Tara got an odd look in her eyes and started taking off her clothing. Willow decided to just go along with it, not wanting to make a bad impression on Tara. Then they played in the sprinklers. Then they put their clothing back on and headed toward the Bronze. Unfortunately on there way they ran into the new big bad ball of goo, however seeing the hotness of Tara it transformed into an elephant and Willow and Tara hitched a ride. When they got to the Bronze Willow tried to leave the elephant on the balcony.
“You surely didn’t think an elephant would fit up there. I mean its much too heavy.”
“I guess your right.” On that note with a sad look on her face willow threw the elephant on the street. After there trip to the Bronze they went back to Willows house.
“I guess this is my stop. I don’t suppose you would, you know, want to come in” Tara softly smiled and followed Willow up to her room. As soon as the door shut the two girls were kissing.
“Oh god, Tara, I want you now. That tutu makes you look so hot.” Tara grinned and pushed Willow back on to the bed. Willows eyes widened. Tara got up and switched on the boom box. Her hips swaying with the beat. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, then slowly drew it up to just under her breasts exposing her delicious abdomen. She ran her hands up and down, each pass raising her shirt higher until her full breasts were exposed. Then she pulled it off slowly and tossed it at her poor shell shocked willow, who was quickly losing control of the burn below her waist. Then Tara reached for the front clasp to her bra and slowly undid the hook and eye she found there, leaving the bra to dangle on her shoulders as she swayed to the beat. She slid her hands underneath and began to massage her own breasts throwing her head back with pleasure.
“Vixen, I need you. Please touch me.”
“Tsk, Tsk willow, no touching allowed.”
Then Tara reached down for the button on her jeans, undoing it and leaving herself a perfect picture of beauty and lust. She undid her zipper and let the jeans fall down as she swayed her hips. Willow was gasping for air on the bed. Tara climbed over willow, not touching, never touching, and said “Touch yourself for me willow. Willow needed no further encouragement. She whipped off her pajama bottoms, then her panties revealing her soaked cunt. She began to push her fingers in herself working them in and out. Tara’s arousal at the act was clear. She panted and moaned even as willow did the same. “Taste yourself for me baby.” Willow pulled her fingers out and put them in her mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of her pussy, maintaining eye contact with Tara. Never stopping the eye contact. Then she put her fingers back inside. Moaning at the contact. She brushed her fingers back and forth over her tumescent clit. “Enough, hold yourself open for me.” Willow reached down pulling herself open. Tara put her fingers inside working back and forth. Then she reached down and licked Willows clit. This was enough to push willow over the edge. Willow stopped for a moment basking in the afterglow. Then she pulled Tara across the bed, stripped the bra from her shoulders and the soaked panties off of her cunt. She reached down to her and pushed in and out bringing Tara to release. Then they curled up and went back to sleep.