Title: A Classically Cliché Lesbian Romance
Author: LoveGuruAphrodite
Rating: PG at first, but it’ll make its way NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from Buffy The Vampire Slayers, that would be our dear Joss. If you are here I doubt you have a problem with girl on girl loving but just in case, be warned, it is contagious.
Setting: Sometime before ‘New Moon Rising’. Whenever it is that Willow and Tara are being all cutesy and shy with each other, and all us observing lezzies are casting knowing looks towards the tube.
Summery: Well, really it’s just a completely classic cliché first time lesbian romance. I do hope you aren’t tired of these…
Distribution: I would, most likely be quite flattered but let me know first.
Feedback: YES! OH YES PLEASE!!! This is my first time after all……..
Notes: Hi everyone, this is my first fic and I hope you all enjoy it. I decided to be unoriginal and write a first time story for my introduction to the world of the Kitty Board. But honestly, I do love a classic. This is not beta read just so y’all know, it is from Willow’s point of view and her thoughts are in italics. And do tell me if there is horrible spelling and/or grammar and things like that because it is 5:30 in the morning where I am...
A Classically Cliché Lesbian Romance
By LoveGuruAphrodite
Impatiently, I tapped my pen on my desk. I just cannot wait till this damn class is over! A little surprised at my thoughts, for usually I love all my classes, I looked down at my notebook and try to turn my attention back to the lecture and the notes I should be taking. Uh-oh.. There are no notes; there is only one word across the piece of paper, neatly written, in different colored pens, over and over again: TaraTaraTaraTara…. I can’t help but smile when I read her name; I am suppose to meet her for lunch after this class, suddenly I become impatient again and begin to squirm in my seat. Now, this, this is just silly how could they have such a long and tedious class just around lunchtime? I’m too hungry to focus, starving! How am I supposed to concentrate when all I can think about is my delicious Tar… lunch!
“Willow?” Buffy whispers from the desk to my left.
I look at her questioningly.
“Do you have to go to the bathroom or something?”
I looked at her shocked. “No, why?”
“You’re doing the pee dance under your desk.”
“Oh…I’m just bored. Can’t wait for lunch.”
Buffy just stares at me.
“What? You’re looking at me like I just turned into a big gooey slimy bad… big bad.”
“I just… never heard you say that you were bored in a class before. You sure you’re okay?”
“Miss Summers!” The professor turns her attention towards Buffy. “I would appreciate it if you would pay attention in my class, or leave.”
“Yes, Professor Walsh.” Buffy says before rolling her eyes as the Professor turns her attention back to the class.
I snicker at Buffy, she sticks her tongue out at me and I stick mine out at her. We both smile at each other and than turn our attention back to the lecture, well she does, I just look at the clock. Only eleven more minutes…
10 more minutes…
9 more minutes…
8 more minutes…
7 more minutes…
6 more minutes………
I jumped out of my seat the second before the bell rang, gathered my stuff and turned to Buffy.
“Hey, well, I got to run, ya know, places to be. See ya at the Scoobie meeting later, right? Yep.” I start to walk away and than remember something. “Oh, yeah, Buffy can I copy your notes later? Buh Bye Buffs.” I walk, almost skip away, before I even hear Buffy say good-bye. I’ll have to take Buffy for some ice cream to make up for that rude departure. We need our best friends forever ice cream sunday… but right now I need lunch and Tara time. I start to skip at the thought of seeing Tara, and just before I make it into the cafeteria I stop, appalled at myself, If I show up so early Tara will think I’m a big dork, a dorky doofus, a big one. I turn around and start to walk back down the hall, intending to walk up and down it until I am fashionably late, and not dorky at all; but just as I turn around and take my first step I run face first into someone and fall backwards onto my bottom.
“Hey, you…y..” I begin to mumble what would have been a string of angry insults, but when I look up I just smile, very doofus like. “Tara! Hello, I mean Hi… Hey, what’s up?” I say still on the ground, looking up at her.
She’s looking down at me, her hair falling over her face, but from this angle I can see it, and she is smiling. How cute… “H-hi Willow.” She laughs a little bit. “Do you need help getting up?” She reaches her hand out to me.
I blush, I had forgotten that it wasn’t exactly normal to sit on the floor in the middle of the hallway; I reach up and grab her hand and let her pull me up. When I’m standing she lets go of my hand and it feels all warm and tingly were she had been touching it. “Thanks.” I smile.
“Sorry, I knocked you down.” She says.
“Oh, well, its okay. I think it more because I was being a spaz than you being a knocker downer type person.”
She laughs. “If you say so.”
“I do say it’s so.”
We smile at each other and start to walk into the cafeteria, we both grab some food and than decide to head outside and eat our lunch there since it is such a beautiful day out. We settle our selves under a big oak tree, sitting next to each other with our back against the tree. A take a bite out of an apple, as Tara peels an orange.
“How has your day been so far?” Tara asks through a veil of hair.
Not thinking I reach my hand to her face and gently tuck her hair behind her ear, now able to look into her eyes unobstructed. “Much better.” I say happily.
She blushes, and gives a small smile. “Um, y-your day?” She stutters.
“Oh, well… yes, it’s much better now that I’m with you.”
“Really?” She says, not believing me.
“Of course! I wouldn’t lie to you Tara… I really enjoy spending time with you, honestly, I couldn’t even pay attention in any of my classes today cause I was so excited to see you.” Dammit why is it that I can’t keep my mouth shut when I’m around you? “Well, and I was really hungry…” I add self- consciously and quickly take another bite out of the apple. Unfortunately, the bite I took was a little too large for me, and I tried to chew it too quickly, and I began to choke. I cough and hold my throat, giving Tara a panicked look.
“Willow!” She cries and reaches out to me, but before she can do anything I spit a big glob of apple out and take a deep breath.
“Oops.” I say, embarrassed and I’m sure, as red as my hair.
“Are you okay?” She asks concerned.
“I’m fine. But water would be nice.” I say as I grab my water bottle and take a few gulps. “Yep, I’m fine.” I speak again after the water as cleared my throat.
Tara smiles at me. “That’s good.” I smile in return, we hold eye contact for a moment and than she looks down at her hands, and than back up at me. “I-I, I really enjoy s-spending time with you too, W-willow.”
I’m sure that my smile must be stretching miles off my face, and also, she must think I am such a freak since all I can do is sit and smile at her. In vain, I try to think of something to say, or at least stop smiling so big, but I can’t. Finally after about a minute of sitting dumbly I blurt out. “It’s good we enjoy spending time together.”
Tara starts to giggle.
“I mean, ya know, it would be pretty stupid if we hung out so much and didn’t like too. Like if we hated each other or something we shouldn’t eat lunch together everyday and do spells and sit… together…”
“No, we shouldn’t” Tara says in-between giggles. “I guess it’s good we like each other, I mean, like to hang out with each other than”
“Yep, goody goodness.”
There is another silent moment of us just smiling doofus like. Well, me smiling doofus like and Tara smiling beautiful like.
Tara breaks the silence. “I have class in five minutes…”
I’m more disappointed than I’d like to admit. “Oh, well I still have fifteen minutes until study hall than, I could walk you there.”
Tara nods. “Okay.”
We both gather our things and get up. On our way to Tara’s class, she looks over at me.
“Do you want to come over tonight, maybe? We could do a spell or something?” Tara asks.
“Yeah, I would love too! I can come over right after the scoobie meeting. Would that be good?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.” We had reached her classroom and were standing just outside.
“Great!”
“Okay, well, Good-bye Willow.”
“Yup, buh bye.” She turns around and enters her class. I’m a little sad I didn’t get a hug.
I walk down the hall and look at a clock as I pass, I still have eight minutes until my study hour, and I really don’t feel like going. All I want to do is spend time with Tara, or sit and think about spending time with her. I sigh, Wow, have you got a bad case of the love bug, Willow. I find my way into the study hall and sit at a table by the window, by myself. I dig in my bag and take out a text book. I don’t even notice which class it’s for, and I open in onto a random page, than I lean my elbow onto the desk and put my chin on my hand, sighing again. Tara… I don’t remember when these feelings developed, in fact I don’t even think they did any developing, I think the moment I met Tara they just were. If I’m being honest to myself I’ll admit that I have always known I find woman attractive, but before it was easy enough to brush off as a phase or admiration or just try and replace entirely with a adolescent crush on Xander, a loving, but altogether unfulfilling relationship with Oz. But comparing my feelings for a girl I haven’t even kissed to those for Xander or Oz, I can say that heterosexuality is what had been a phase for me. …Kinda gay? I snicker to myself. Nope, I’m a big flaming lesbo.
I feel a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders every time I admit this to myself but it’s always replaced with a bigger weight and a churning in my stomach. What do I do about it? I have never mentioned this to Xander or Buffy, besides a quirky, forgettable remark about my skanky vampire self. The only person I can think to talk about it to… is Tara; and that thought terrifies me down to my stripy toed socks. Besides every time I’m around her all I can do is babble, and smile, and make moony eyes as I think about what she would do if I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers. I shake with the wanting of wishing I had the ovaries to reach out and take her hand in mine, or just ask her if she would, maybe, like to go on a date with me. When I’m in class or at a scoobie meeting I zone out and think about the dreams I had the night before, oh yes, those nice yummy dreams with the kissing and the lips with the tongues and the fingers and the legs and the boobies and sweating and wetness… Oh yeah, without a doubt a lesbian. I groan in frustration before Tara it was so much easier to not act on these desires, I have never met a woman, a person, I was so attracted to, and I know, though it seems so soon, so in love with. I also know that everyday my feelings are growing stronger and I don’t know how long I can keep them restrained. All I can do is hope that just maybe Tara returns my feelings, whether out of some kind of knowing feeling or just foolishness I haven’t completely ruled this out. That thought thrills me and fills me with warm lovey goodiness and also, an even warmer desire that starts just below my bellybutton and spreads to the tips of my toes and the tips of my ears. This of course sends me back into thoughts of my fantasy dream world, flushed and trying to keep my breathing normal for the rest of my study hour. The bell rings when study hall is over and its time for my next class, and than scoobie meeting time, and than Tara time! I pack up my unused text book and hurry to my class.
To be continues...
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