Well, dudes, it seems my resistance to the school's cold/flu virus has wained, and so *cough cough* i am a little under the weather, (which is saying something seeing as i'm also short, and the weather down here is quite different...) So...*AHCHOO!* Bear with me here, and seeing as i was home alone yesterday, i made another addition to this lovely little story o' mine...i hope you enjoy and *COUGH* i hope i get my eyes to stop tearing...enjoy!
Washi- Hiya, um, cool! You liked it! Whoo hoo, i say, whoo hoo. And i'm glad you find any part of my writing "freakin' amazing" you rock, dude.
The Rose24- *looks aghast* Moi? Rollercoasters? Me? Nah...hmm...things have got to get better, eh? okay...sounds good to me. Hmm...the Tara-leaving-Willow trama i believe, was a snag in their relationship, therefore it is necessary to mention it here....so....it won't reoccur, if you get my drift. But please don't cry! Please?
Tempest Duer-Yay! It's an update! Happy face? Excellent! Yes, indeedy do, i'm thinking of selling tickets now. oh, yes. I had fun one night and thought, "ah hell, why not?" Oh, the Mrs. Rosenberg thingy, you have two answers to that, and have the choice to taking either one: 1). I'm a brainless person who thinks "Mrs." sounds professional--not married. Or 2). The Employees are brainless people who think "Mrs." sounds professionals--not married.
Choose your weapon!
allykat-oh cool! I get laughy-smiles!! Whoo hoo! you love buffy? Well, i'm soooooo happy that you do, because personally, i always liked that character; i wanted a nice interpretation of her in my story. I won't hurt....umm...okay, well, how about i say, "I'm not hurting Tara...now." ? is that okay? I do know a lot of blonds, actually, but their not the one i'm thinking of, are they? Redheads too? Well, just take away all the cool-haired people for all i care! Fine, i'll go after Brunettes, i'll kill myself, is that better?
justin-thanks, dude. Yeah, Buffy is of the good when it comes to talking people down. Ah yes, the infamous employees, i luv 'em. Glad you're liking it thought.
snuggle79-Yes, i am back, hopefully not in the terminator way, but i'm back. Funny girl, eh? Well, then, that means i have to live up to my title, don't it? Oh, yes, the employees are fun to write, i'll admit, i want to take 'em away with me for ever and ever....Yes, Tara's not leaving....nothing bad's happening...for now...und danke! I'm happy you're glad it's back...instead of the opposite.
sabina-yes, i'm in the backness of being back. Thanks, dude. Yeah, W/T are having a few bad moments...hmm...i should give them a break, shouldn't I? huh...worse and worse? oh dear, this isn't good, is it? All in one day too! huh...
oh, you were one of the few people against Tara's plan? Huh...well then, of couse YOU were right, weren't cha? Hee....the employees are a hoot, excellent! make things better...hmmm....hmm....good idea!
MellindraX-Hee, i'm glad you liked it and i appreciate the words...and the snerking, that was fun to read...eep, you want answers now? Can you wait, one more post? Just one? P-p-please? *does puppy-eyes*
singgirl-Erp, you too wanna know now? How 'bout we wait a lil longer? For the sake of the writer with a monstrous cold/flu? And thanks Bev, for the encouraging words...
irishlassie101-i'm wicked now? Psh...i think the wicked witch of the west would have something to say about that...Oh good, you liked it! You really, really, liked it! Yay...You're still on for Anya-bashing? I thought i covered that...ah well, if you want i can bring her back and then knock her down again, but that'd be just cruel, and also it's already been down with Buffy.
sam darls-thanks, sammie, i'm glad you liked it, with the smiley included. and yeah, i'm doing alright if not one thing, its another...like colds for instance, who knew they could threaten flu?
Karmah-dude! Arron! Hi! Oh i'm glad i made you laugh....but the laughing your ass off sounds painful....to say the least. The imagery? I give images in peoples heads? *rubs hands together* exxceelllleeennnt...Oh it's no prob, any time you like a line, bring it to my attention. Because that means i can follow down whatever path the readers like...makes it easier actually...oh and hey you caught my "tip of the day" line...cool...hee hee. The employees are a hit i tells ya! It's grand having them to mess about with in the background, i'll admit, i love 'em. Thanks, and thankyou for the wonderful feedback, it's nice to know people are really reading in depth-like...
Chapter 41
Reverent kisses overflowed onto Willow’s face. Tara sweetly kissed away all the pains that were etched across her face not long ago. A nip at her nose, a nuzzle on her cheek, and all the while saying, “I’ll protect you,” over and over again. Willow merely moaned contentedly at the loving remark.
“Honey, not that I’m not loving this whole Willow-loving session, but why so…loving?” Willow asked failing to find a better word.
“Willow, I freaked,” Tara said simply.
“You…freaked?”
“Majorly,” Tara confirmed, “I almost lost sight of what I was living for,”
Willow looked questionably at the blond, when Tara nudged her and said mockingly, “I meant you, you doofus.”
Willow smirked, and embarrassedly looked down at that admission. She didn’t know how to take it in, such an amazing compliment, and one she wanted to say to the other. Tara picked up Willow’s chin and got the girl’s eyes to contact hers.
“I don’t know if I say this enough, but I’m so happy to have you. I-I don’t think I could live without you,” Willow said before Tara could speak.
Tara stared for a moment, and guilt filtered in to her. How could she have thought to leave this girl? Even if it was to help, and keep her safe, how could she have chosen to go? Fear. Disbelief that she could bring anything better to this redhead’s life.
“Never again will I let that take control of my feelings,” Tara inwardly promised. Then with a look at Willow, “My life, my Willow. Never again.”
“Tara?” Willow asked questionably at Tara’s stern expression.
“Sorry, I just…” She faded away as Willow’s fingers came up and tapped at her temple.
“A lot going on in there?”
“A whole m-mountain full,” Tara smiled as she leaned into the touch.
Willow leaned in then and subtly kissed Tara’s mouth. Tara closed her eyes, her heartbeat raised up a notch, and the taste of Willow’s mouth on hers filled her with a new sense of relief and joy.
“Let me take down that mountain, then,” Willow asked plaintively.
“The EPA might have a few words against that,” Tara giggled.
“Let them come, I’ll take them down too if it means protecting Tara-smile,” Willow said smiling happily.
Their hands intermingled, and Tara looked down at them, realizing the immediate contact that neither had noticed had taken place.
“We need to talk about…”
“That Bill guy?” Willow finished.
Tara nodded her head.
“No need to, we, our going back to that vacation of ours,” Willow said, but with the confused look on Tara’s face she added, “that is if you want to because I would never want to make you feel like you have to just because I’m all demandy girl who is all domineering and forces beautiful women to go on vacation with her,” Willow said quickly, “because me and the dominatrix look—not good, in fact, very seldom does it appear, as in never.”
“Dominatrix, eh?” Tara smirked.
“No, no, no dominatrix here,” Willow frantically claimed with her arms held up in defense, “Because that leads into the no-no world of pain, whips, leather and all that Esmeralda stuff I have never quite understood, nor probably should for fear of eye-popping. I-I only meant to say you’re free to stay here unless you’d like to come with me on another attempt at vacationing, and quite possibly more snuggling?” Willow asked worriedly.
Tara didn’t know whether to laugh, or to…laugh.
“If you really wanted the whips, Willow, you only had to ask,” Tara dead-panned.
“What?!” Willow exclaimed
“Joke, sweetie, joke,” Tara said laughing.
“Ah, joke, gotcha,” Willow added, ”I’m all with the ha-ha’s as we speak,” only couldn’t help be a little turned on by how low and husky Tara’s voice had gotten at the moment. Tara—good. However, pain—not so good.
“But how did you get rid of Bill?”
“Oh, him?”
Tara nodded.
“I just told him that he could take his homophobic ass right out of my company, because this is an open minded and gay-friendly building,” Willow spoke off the lines like a text book.
“Really?” Tara asked.
“No,” Willow said wistfully,” However, what did happen was a lot more…interesting, I guess.”
Tara looked up inquisitively. The look in Willow’s face wasn’t one of fear, or sadness, just utter confusion, as if some odd clothing-creature decided to crawl up her sleeve and stay there for a while, then leave for Bermuda, in which it sent a postcard declaring, “Wish you and your sleeve were here.“
There was no pain, just confusion.
“What happened?”
“Can we…discuss the particulars of my day over dinner, Ms. Maclay?” Willow asked shaken out of thoughts, formerly.
“Why, yes, Ms. Rosenberg, I’d be delighted to join you,” Tara said back just a mock proud.
“What food did you have in mind?”
“Take out Chinese?”
“A woman after my own heart.”
The two walked back out of the small room. After they both picked up their coats, the two headed for the elevator. Buffy, came screeching down the hallway, and while yelling out Willow’s name helplessly, came running up to the elevator.
“Willow! Tara! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
“Yeah, I figured,” Willow said sheepishly, she pushed the elevator door button, nothing, not even best-bud Buffy, was getting in the way of the much needed Willow/Tara time.
“What’s this I hear about Bill Barker giving us a huge grant?”
“I’ll tell you to—“ The doors of the elevator had shut.
Buffy stood there, stalk still. And then screamed.
Do you think she was the one who was proposed to? Perhaps she was the one that was rejected, or her lover had left her?
I don’t know. Possibly.
Well, after that kind of scream, I know some one isn’t getting any.
*bows and then retreats to bed with pile o' napkins* you know i can't help but think of the Sidestep Chronicle where VW gets ickified by Tara's cold....only...*looks around* well, damn, needah get me a hot vampire...
-elizabeth
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see my own precious jewel sat smiling by me.
And when I awakened I found it not so; my eyes like some fountain with tears overflowed.
i bow to you...
im going from begining to end...or well...latest update anyway 
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Pax! -Bev
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at the conversation between the employees.
*pouts*
ish
elizabeth 
took off and 
