Re: Smut Challenge - Lists

[AntigoneUnbound]

Hello, Kittens. After reading—and greatly appreciating-- Debra’s wonderful fantasy fiction, I felt a rush (every pun intended) of motivation to step up and see if I could add something enjoyable to this excellent thread. Hope you enjoy! – Mary



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Tara dropped her books on the floor, flopped down onto the bed, and let out a long, frustrated sigh.



Willow looked up from her computer and gave her lover a sympathetic smile. "Whatsa matter, Baby? Long day?"



"Long, fruitless, day," Tara replied in exasperation.



"A day should never be without fruit," Willow intoned solemnly. "It’s bad for the complexion."



Tara couldn’t argue with that. "Well, you’ll have to help me get back in touch with my inner cherry." Sitting up, she looked over at the computer screen. Willow had been "editing" their fantasy list again, she noticed with a wry smile. Honestly, how does that girl ever get any work done? Then again, why not put that libinal organization to work? For her?



"Is there anything I can do?" Willow asked, apparently unaware that she had just provided the perfect segue for Tara’s request.



"Funny you should mention that…" Tara murmured, looking pointedly at the screen. Willow, ever smart and nearly ever horny, caught the drift immediately.



"Ooh—wanna pick something out of the Grab Bag o’ Love?" she asked happily. "We have plenty of time, so Number 12 on your list is an option, although we’d need to go to the produce stand first…and swing by the hardware store."



Tara smiled at her lover’s eagerness to please. It was such a…pleasing trait to see. "Actually, sweetie, I’m thinking of Number 5."



Willow blushed to the roots of her hair. She didn’t need to look at the list to know what Tara was asking of her. Tara saw her discomfort and hesitated: as much as she wanted this, she knew that it would be tough for her to fulfill that for Willow, if the situation were reversed. Within a few seconds, though, the reddening was joined by something else that Tara recognized immediately—the faint flush that spread up Willow’s cheeks, and a slight hitch in her breathing, as if all of the air had suddenly been sucked out of the room. Ah, my girl hesitates and yet anticipates. How beautiful…



"Willow, if you’d rather not…" she began, suspecting correctly that she would soon be interrupted.



"Oh no, I’m definitely game. Gay Me, that’s what I am. Just a little nervous, but that’s OK, right?"



Tara laughed softly. "Honey, if you weren’t a little nervous, I might think you did this all the time. For lots of people. On the bus. So yes, it’s OK to be nervous." She sat back against the end of the bed, holding her hand out to Willow, who took it and joined her. Willow leaned over and kissed Tara softly, waiting for her lover to part her lips just a little bit more before easing her tongue gently over those lips and into the wet warmth of Tara’s mouth. Smiling, and still blushing faintly, Willow sat down with her back against the headboard of the bed, legs crossed. Tara looked at her with a compelling mixture of gentle affection and primal lust.



They sat like this for a moment, gazing at each other, until Tara murmured softly, "So tell me…When did you first notice me in any kind of physical, or erotic way?"



Willow swallowed audibly and ran her hands over the folds of her skirt. "It was after we had floated the rose; the first time we did magic together after the Gentlemen."



Tara looked at her in mild surprise. "That soon?"



Willow gave a small shrug. "Well, it’s not like I went over to your room thinking, ‘Let’s check out the hot babe.’ Believe me, it hit me out of the blue."



Tara smiled. "So what happened?"



"Well, we had just floated the rose; or, to be more exact, we had cleared the rose for launch and it had rocketed all over the room. God, you were so excited. And then, after a minute, I noticed that there were a couple of petals in your hair. You got so embarrassed, but I thought it was beautiful, like some invisible angel had just tossed these rose petals onto you. You were scrambling to try to get them out, and then I offered to help. So you leaned over a little bit and suddenly I could smell the sandalwood you were wearing, and I kind of thought to myself, ‘That’s really nice.’ And then I was touching your hair, reaching for the flowers, and it just stunned me how soft your hair was. I’d never touched hair that soft in my life, including my own. It was like a thousand strands of the tiniest slivers of satin, just brushing over my fingers. I remember taking a long time to get two little rose petals out, and I remember thinking that this was not how I had ever touched any friend, ever before."



Falling silent, she saw Tara gazing at her with eyes that seemed darker than they had a moment before. Willow slowly rubbed her hands along her thighs. "And that was the first time I felt that little twist in my belly."



Tara nodded, almost imperceptibly. "And when was the first time you thought about kissing me?"



Willow nearly closed her eyes, remembering that night so vividly. "That was the night I came over to your room after Buffy had ditched all of us at the Bronze. After I had been such a jerk to you."



"Baby, you weren’t a jerk—"



"Well I wasn’t very kind, or inclusive, or any other adjective I usually find appealing. Anyway, you opened the door and I could tell you were surprised, but also happy, and I knew right then that that’s where I had really wanted to be the whole night, you know? Like I’d made it back home without realizing how much I hadn’t wanted to leave in the first place." She smiled with the memory. "Anyway, you were so warm and funny and kind, and we just talked about everything under the sun. That was the first night we didn’t do any magic at all—we just sat and talked. And I’d never had such an easy time opening up to anyone. I remember seeing the clock and hoping you didn’t notice the time because then you might realize how late it was and decide you wanted to go to bed; I just wanted to stay there as long as I could. But finally I started to feel bad for keeping you up so late—it was a school night, after all, and you had a nine o’clock class the next morning—and so I decided to head home."



"I remember. And I remember how much I didn’t want you to leave."



"Oh God, if only I’d known…Well, maybe I wasn’t ready then, who knows…Anyway, you walked me the whole three feet to the door and we sort of stood there looking at each other for a minute, and I think that’s the first time I felt the sexual tension between us, although I didn’t recognize it at that moment. I just thought you might be coming down w/ something, because your face was sort of flushed, and I figured I was nervous about going out that late at night. I remember you telling me to call you when I got back to Stevens." She smiled, remembering Tara’s concern. "So we’re standing there at the door, and finally, we both reach out to hug each other…only, after a minute, we realize we’re in sort of an A-frame kind of hug, and somehow that just didn’t seem close enough. So we sort of wiggled in a little closer…" Her voice tightened slightly, and her hands edged minutely higher along her upper thighs. "We, uh, got closer, until we were pressed up against each other, body to body…"



Tara asked softly, "What did it feel like? Feeling me against you?"



Willow took a deep breath. "It was…soft, and warm. I’d never felt anything like that before, the way I felt when your body touched mine…" Her hands now tugged at her skirt, edging it up over her legs. Her fingers slid down the inner curve of her thighs. She shifted slightly, uncrossing her legs and letting them fall open. Tara could almost see the dark fabric of Willow’s panties.



"My head rested just above your breast; I could hear your heart beat. I remember how fast it was beating, and I wondered what you were thinking about, what you were feeling. I could feel your breath against my neck; your fingers kept tracing these tiny little patterns over my upper and lower back. You smelled so good, Tara…like sandalwood and sage and something else that I was starting to recognize was just you, your scent…" She trailed off, bringing her left hand up to let her fingers undo the top buttons of her green shirt.



"You shifted, turned your head; and I thought you wanted to go," Tara murmured.



"I know. You dropped your hands so quickly, like you were ashamed, like you’d done something wrong. But I just wanted to be next to you, feel you in different ways, even if I didn’t let myself know that at the time. I tucked my head under your chin, trying to touch your skin however I could. You were wearing that long-sleeved white t- shirt and I was so frustrated, feeling that cotton where I wanted to feel your skin. I pulled you close until you slid your hands onto me again." She paused to lick her lips, sliding her fingers under the fabric of her shirt until it rested against her silk bra.



Tara spoke in a low voice. "When I did, my right hand just barely grazed over your ass. I hadn’t meant to do it, but when it felt it…it was like my hand just burned. All I wanted to do was let myself touch you, squeeze you. I had watched you so many times, looking at your ass under your jeans, wondering how it would feel to touch you there."



Willow swallowed heavily as her fingertips brushed over her nipple—so hard that it was almost painful. She paused, and then squeezed it between her finger and thumb. She rocked forward just slightly at the pressure. She spread her legs a little wider, and now Tara could see not only her panties, but also the dark stain of wetness pressing through them.



Willow tried to find her voice. "After a few minutes like that, I let myself touch your hair again—I had wanted to ever since that first time. And I could see your pulse in your throat, that little hollow in the front—it started jumping when I touched you. And I knew then, beyond a doubt, that what I felt for you wasn’t friendship; no friendship ever made me ache like that, or feel that hot and…and hungry all the time. I knew I didn’t ever want to stop touching you like that, because I didn’t know when I’d get to again, and I knew that as soon as we pulled apart I’d want to be back in your arms again. And I remember…"



"What? What do you remember?"



"I remember feeling how wet I was. And I knew what it was, Tara. I knew that I was turned on, so much; I could feel it spilling out of me." Then she slid her right hand further under her skirt until she touched the dampness of her silk panties. Trying to stifle a groan, she stroked her thumb teasingly over her mound.



"And Tara, you finally pulled back a little—God, I can still feel how much I hated that—and then, before I could really register it, you had kissed me on the cheek. Do you remember?"



Before her, Tara held her gaze with steadily darkening eyes. "Of course I do. I replayed it a thousand times in my head. I wanted to kiss you so badly, Willow, but I was so afraid. I kept hoping maybe you’d kiss me."



"Oh God, I wanted to…I knew right then I wanted to. I kept thinking how close your lips were, and how many times I’d noticed them before without really taking the thought any further. But that night, right then—they were all I could think about…Wondering what they’d feel like; knowing you’d kissed other women before and feeling so jealous all of a sudden that I could barely stand it. I wondered how you’d taste and how you’d like to kiss…"



Willow was struggling now for air. She looked desperately at Tara until her lover whispered, "Yes. Do it." And with that permission, Willow brought both hands to the hem of her panties and edged them slowly down over her hips and then her legs. Tara reached out, tugging them insistently over Willow’s ankles and discarding them on the floor.



"Keep going…please."



Willow let her fingers trace small circles back up over her thighs, and then she edged back slightly, just barely lowering herself against the head board. She felt Tara slide her foot between Willow’s legs and then push first one, and then the other, further apart.



"I wanted to kiss you so badly, Tara. But I was so afraid; I wasn’t ready yet. But God, how I wanted to…"



"Shh, Sweetie…It’s OK. You never disappointed me, ever."



"But you were so beautiful, Tara…" The words were said with a half-groan, as Willow slowly stroked the fingers of both hands over her swollen lips and then parted them gently. Tara could see how damp her lover’s wiry, copper curls were, even from her distance.



"Just like you. Like you always are to me." Tara’s words were a caress over Willow’s breasts and hips and…and there, that place Tara could stroke without lifting a finger.



"Tell me when you first thought about making love to me, Willow. Tell me when you first thought about touching me, and letting me touch you. Tell me when you first imagined making me come."



Willow bit down on her lower lip, trying to catch her breath. She wasn’t sure she could get through this part…



"I think you know, Tara," she managed, two fingers lightly circling her entrance and choking at the feel, the extent of her wetness.



"Tell me anyway. Tell me when you first thought about it, and what you wanted to do…" Tara’s voice was like finely-brushed suede, grazing up and all over her, reaching every part of her skin.



"It was the night—the night we went into the Nether Realms to find Buffy." Willow brought her fingers—slippery now, and warm—up to tease her clit. With a slight rock of her hips, she gasped at the touch.



"It was so warm there; I felt like I could have fallen asleep at first. But then I felt your spirit reaching me, holding onto me while I moved through the mists. Then it was your energy keeping me warm. And Tara, I could feel you—I could feel you slide into me, that’s the only way I can describe it. I know that we were only linked at our palms, and that was just at the beginning, but that’s exactly what it felt like. You…you reached into me and filled me up, every little hollow and hidden room in my whole body and soul. Oh God, Tara, you were so strong; I knew nothing bad would happen to me. I felt so hot, like I’d never felt before, and it was all I could do to focus on finding Buffy because all I wanted to do was soak you up; pull all of you into all of me. I—I was aching, Tara; I felt like my whole body was throbbing with you, with wanting you."



She could barely speak. The fingers of her right hand stroked hungrily over her clit, while her left hand fumbled with her bra, pushing it aside to grasp her nipple almost roughly.



Tara’s own breath came in shallow waves. "I remember, Willow. I remember feeling like I was in you, and it was so hot I could barely breathe. And the deeper into you I went, the wetter I got. Did you know that? Sitting there, inside that circle, I was so wet and hungry for you."



"And then, when I came back—I knew we should call Giles right away, or go try to find Buffy…but I couldn’t. I was exhausted, but I also just wanted to stay close to you. We were so close that night, Tara? Do you remember?" She saw glittering in the blue eyes that gazed back at her.



"Yes, my love. I remember. I will always remember."



"When I came back, we just looked at each other for the longest time, and then you pulled me over so that I was curled up in your arms, and you brushed my hair back from my face, and…and you kissed my forehead. It was the softest kiss I’d ever felt, and it was the most sensual at the same time. Because of what we’d just been through together. You—you asked if I wanted to stay over and it was like I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth fast enough: yes, God yes, how could I have been anywhere else?"



Her words were almost a sob now. Her fingers quickened their stroking over her swollen clit, while she squeezed her aching nipple with no gentleness.



"We fell into bed; you were spooning me, I can still feel your breasts against my back, even through our clothes. And I was so tired, Tara, I was so tired, but I couldn’t fall asleep."



"Why, Love? Why couldn’t you sleep?"



"Because I wanted you so badly, Tara. I was wet; I was almost afraid you’d feel it, pressed against me like that."



"And I was afraid you would feel me. Because I was wet, too. Did you have any idea?"



Willow could only shake her head. "I thought you wanted me too, but I wasn’t sure. I just lay there, aching for you."



"What did you want to do?"



Willow was stroking faster now; her fingers sliding down and over her clit in a wild, unscripted dance.



"I wanted—"



"Spread yourself open, Willow. Let me see you; all of you."



Willow moaned at the words, and brought her left hand down, tugging her skirt out of the way; and then eased her fingers onto her wet lips and spread them open.



"Like that, Baby?" She gasped with the effort of speech. "Is that how you want me?"



"Oh God, yes, Willow…You’re so beautiful—wet, and slick; and your fingers, the way they move. It’s how they move on me, isn’t it?"



"Yes…"



"And what did you want to do to me that night?"



"I wanted—I wanted to roll over and straddle you and kiss you…I didn’t want to talk, and I didn’t want to go slow; I wanted to push your shirt up and squeeze your breasts…Oh God, Tara, all the times I imagined how your breasts would feel and what it would be like to suck your nipples into my mouth…I wanted it so much, Tara, I almost cried in your bed."



"Did you want to touch all of me, Willow? Did you want to know if I was wet, too?"



"Yes…Yes, I wanted to squeeze your breasts together and then lower my head to one nipple and let one hand wander down over your belly and then under your panties…You weren’t wearing any pajama bottoms, just a long nightshirt, and I kept thinking about how easy it would be to touch you there. Touch your clit, rub it over and over while I sucked on your nipple…"



"And did you want to go inside of me?"



Willow groaned. "Yes…Oh God, yes, I wanted to slide my fingers into you; I wanted to know if you’d like it, if you’d want to be full with me—"



"Show me."



"Like this." Willow spread her legs a little further open, and parted her lips again, and then eased two fingers into herself. She gave a half-sob and felt herself spasm slightly.



Tara watched, scarcely able to draw breath, as wet fingers disappeared into her lover and then emerged slowly, only to be plunged back in to their full depth. Forcing herself to speak, she urged, "Tell me more, Willow. Stroke yourself; make yourself come for me."



Willow tried to articulate the images and memories that were flying across her mind, while she felt her own climax drawing closer. She teased her clit with one hand even as she pumped deeper and deeper into herself with the other.



"I wanted to…to feel you clench around me," she managed. "Wanted to make you as wet as I was; feel as hungry as I did. I wanted…"



"What? What did you want?"



"I wanted to push into you, pump into you, and hear you call my name; I wanted to say yours, over and over." Willow was rocking harder into the bed, fingers plunging urgently into her wetness while her clit throbbed.



"Did you want to feel me come?"



Willow groaned. "Yes. It was all I…all I could think about—how you’d feel when you came, how you’d sound, would you call out my name…"



"Always, Willow; I always cry out your name when I come; when you make me come so sweet and hard like you do."



Willow couldn’t speak, she knew she couldn’t speak anymore, but Tara wanted her to, Tara wanted to hear all of her thoughts, and she wanted to give this to her—



"Shh, Willow. It’s OK. Let it go. Let me see you come."



The words were like a final catalyst, a permission not needed but so lovingly given, and Willow surged to their sound. Her hips arched up off of the bed as she thrust her fingers into herself with one last cry, and stroked her clit with final, frenzied movements, and then she shuddered and cried out Tara’s name and then finally eased back fully onto the bed.



Gone was any sense of self-consciousness.



"You are the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever met," Tara said simply, coming to stretch out beside her beloved.



Willow allowed herself a small grin of pride. "You liked?"



Tara laughed. "I liked muchly."



"Muchly, as in wetly muchly?"



"Oh, very wetly muchly," Tara assured her.



Feeling her second wind start to hit her, Willow propped herself up on one elbow.



"Sure would hate to see that much wetness go to waste. Remember your inner fruit…" She trailed off hopefully.



"Well, you’ve pretty much taken all the cherry I have, but we can certainly make our way through other juicy options." Tara kissed Willow softly, and rested her hand over her heart.



"Sounds like an excellent idea. Just let me catch my breath, and then we’ll see what’s in the fridge…"



Later, they reluctantly crossed Number 5 off of Tara’s list. Their sadness was eased, however, by the decision to slide it over onto Willow’s ever-burgeoning one.



The End

[Nation]

WOW and uh....WOW! Debra and Mary, you both did an excellent job with these lists. What a way to finish off a Friday night by reading these two amazing stories. Gotta say ladies, the way you two write, makes a straight girl like myself consider changing sides LOL! (Don't tell my husband I said that! HAHA!) Well, it's off to uh...take a cold shower I guess. Thank you both and hopefully there will be some more lists in the future....if I had a lick of talent (no pun intended) I would write a story myself, but my imagination is lacking...imagination. Goodnight and see you on the board soon!

Nation

[WiccansIllusion]

Tara nodded in agreement "She has magic fingers." TheWisdom of War, Chris Golden



You dont really think this is like, Psycho Buffy Cheer Squad central, do you?-Xita ala Julia "Lessons Parody"

[BFR from Paris]

So, that was number 5? Kinky...

[hush30]

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I felt a rush (every pun intended) of motivation to step up and see if I could add something enjoyable to this excellent thread.

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You definitely did Mary Thank-you so much for sharing your writing talents with this thread. What a gift you have

"I think this line's mostly filler" - Willow in OMWF

[tkheaven]

and to think I was working on something. I can't seem to stay focused with all the smut...not that I'm complaining...

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...

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"I've become really protective of her. I want to make sure if Tara comes back, it's for good reason." -Amber Benson
Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath. -The Edge of Silence giving new meaning to this season's catch phrase.
"Don't get me wrong. I kinda like being the quirky nympho chick." - Michelle in 'American Pie 3'

[JustSkipIt]

And I say: to Mary. Well done and fantastic. You really put your wonderful verbal and conversational skills to work in this one. Wow and also wow. Ok, who else?







debra

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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize



"Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to life." - Adele Brookman

[SilverWingedNemesis]

OH...MY...G O D















ummm... oh wow...









~Nick~

"All fear is the fear of loss. And only through that fear, can we truly love."

[VampNo12]

JustSkipIt and Mary, I don't know how I missed this thread the first time, but wow I'm totally speechless ! Really the list idea was a wonderful idea (fits Willow perfectly), and both stories were so worthy that a cold might come in handy. Thanks for these hot/sensual encounters.

Edited by: VampNo12  at: 2/1/03 1:42:07 pm

[WillowRox]

I must say...VERY THUDWORTHY...god..don't read this stuff at work....it's hard to explain why you're speechless when you're a deejay!

[Imperfectly Me]

a..eu..ejwe...sonuvabitch!

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[nika]

* Gurgle* *Gooh-gaah*

Edited by: xita  at: 3/12/03 8:49:33 pm

[SlayerSydney]

Uh......Mary....all I can say is



I totally enjoy your writing and this was great. And not just because it is smut. I was happy to see you add to this thread.



And Debra, just wanted to say, I enjoyed yours as well. It was way worthy too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good idea with the lists. I could so see Willow keeping track of things like this.

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"You have to believe we are magic. Nothin' can stand in our way."---Olivia Newton-John.



The quest for certainty blocks the quest for meaning.---Erich Fromm

[darkmagicwillow]

I love how you combined the fantasy with all the bits of insight into Willow's early feelings about Tara, giving us the image of Willow as Shahrazad.

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"Omnia mutantur, nihil interit." -- "Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost."

[AntigoneUnbound]

I'm sure I'm with Debra in saying thanks to everyone for the kind and lusty thoughts. (And how often do those two go together?)



And DMW... I'd certainly embrace A Thousand and One Nights with Willow or Tara or, preferably, both.



Mary

[Patches]

OH ... MY ... GOD,



Ya, um well now, did I get the OH ... MY ... GOD part, oh ya, I did, but I'll say it again OH ... MY ... GOD. Wow Mary, WOW. About all I can say is that I'm thinking of things that could get me into a lot of trouble - 'nuff said . Do you have any idea how difficult it is to keep facial expressions neutral when reading this - it's not easy. D'ja, this is a fine story.

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...thanks to everyone for the kind and lusty thoughts. (And how often do those two go together?)

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**as often a humanly possible*** but it's so much more fun when you add the deeds part too - and with that, I'm outta here before I really get myself into trouble

You know I've heard about people like me. But I never made the connection. They walk one road to set them free, And find they've gone the wrong direction. But there's no need for turning back 'cause all roads lead to where I stand. And I believe I'll walk them all No matter what I may have planned

[sam7777]

Justskipit thanks for this thread. and thanks to you and AntigoneUnbound for your stories of which I can only say:

ohmyfreakinggawd



I'd love to see stuff by Nika, Ruth, Triscuit,Blameburner and Blue Athame 1 to name a few. I'd also like a pony.

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I see dead lesbian cliches

Edited by: sam7777  at: 2/6/03 7:34:04 pm

[AntigoneUnbound]

Patches, Sam7777, and Stef: Kitten lust is a thing of beauty, isn't it? So glad you enjoyed it!



Now...I find it hard to believe that there aren't other Kittens out there who can put the list to good use! C'mon...Anybody else up/down/under/on top for it?



Mary

[Puff]

Wow. That 's about all I can manage right now. Um thanks

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Grapes. Because who can get a melon in their mouth?

[the big pineapple]

holy shit..... um...uh............................................fire bad.tree pretty?

[barnabasvamp]

After that little ditty, I can barely talk, or type!



You think we could think well enough to come(pun intended ) up with a story???



I'm just curious to see YOUR list, Mary!



BV

"When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before"-Mae West

[saphire tear]

I think i am just about to burst, fantastic fantastic fantastic...

but...am I blond or what, I cant find the first part.

[wishwritermo]

now i know your mother hasn't seen you writing like that! Ummm.... MORE LISTS!!

[skeeter451]

Hey Debra,



So this is where Please was! No wonder I couldn't find it, it seems to be missing. (By the way, it's one of my favorite fics on my site and it's going to feature in my Recommended/Favorite Fics page as soon as I get around to doing it.)



I did read the other fic posted and all I can say is WOW!



Anyway, why I'm here...



Nation of parts herein asked me to post a little sweet smut fic that CN Winters and I penned together. I'm not sure if it fits with the list thing, but there's definite Willow and Tara smutness.



I'll be glad to post it here, but only if it's welcome.

Susan



Skeeter451@mysticmuse.net

The Mystic Muse Fan Fiction Site

[JustSkipIt]

Hey, if you can work it into a fantasy/list item, please do put it here. Just look at the rules: must say at some point who's fantasy & what #. We'd love to see it.

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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize

[daydreamer]

Yeah. Must. Have. Cold. Shower.

[cnwinters]

Disclaimers: Joss owns 'em. We're just borrowing them.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: W/T

Distribution: CN's Caldron (cnscaldron.tripod.com) and Mystic Muse (www.mysticmuse.net)

Timeframe: Set during season five before the brain suckage and Buffy's death. You know…happier times.

Synopsis: Tara's in a horny spurt and tries to convince Willow to blow off a class.

CN's Note: Susan wanted to write a smut piece together so this is what happens when two dirty minds think alike.

Feedback: Susan at skeeter451@mysticmuse.net or CN at cnwinters@hotmail.com





“Show Me”

By Susan Carr and CN Winters



“Why don’t you stay home today, Willow?”



Tara stood in her robe with her hands on her hips, examining Willow who was busy tying her shoes.



“I gotta go. I’ve got class.”



“I know that. You’re a classy lady,” Tara teased.



Willow looked up and grinned as she unzipped her backpack. “I meant I have a course.”



“I know what you meant,” Tara sighed. Willow still seemed set on leaving. “Oh come on Will,” Tara added. “Throw caution to the wind and just stay here. I’ll make it worth your while.”



Willow paused from putting her books in her backpack to see the sexy smirk on her girlfriend’s faced. With a look like that she was sure she’d find delight in whatever Tara had in mind. But quickly, she shook it off. She couldn’t miss class, especially not today.



“I can’t,” Willow said, returning to her task. “I’ve got a test.”



“Willow, you’ve got a ‘A’ average in that class like every other class. Missing one test isn’t going to be the end of you.”



“See? My insane colored pen o’ rama works.”



“Again, I said quirky not insane.”



Tara grinned and came up behind Willow wrapping her arms around the redhead. One hand moved up and pushed the hair behind Willow’s ear before she leaned down. “I promise lots of fun.”



Willow groaned. Why does she have to make this so damn hard?



“Fun?” Willow asked in an unsteady voice.



“Lots of fun.”



At Tara’s whisper, Willow closed her eyes and inhaled the smell of Tara’s perfume—a mix of vanilla and hazelwood. It was her body lotion and Willow knew it well. The blonde’s entire body smelled of it. Well, maybe not her entire body. There was one place in particular that was a tad musky and warm and…No! No! Don’t go there!



Tara’s other hand sinuously snaked its way down Willow’s front until it was gently cupping Willow’s mound through her jeans. At Willow’s moan, Tara tightened her grip causing the seam of the jeans to press almost painfully against Willow’s clit.



Hands! Hands! Willow pulled away with an apology.



“I’m sorry Tara I can’t. I want to. I do. B-but I have to go…”



“I was right.”



“About what?”



“You wouldn’t blow off a class if your head was on fire,” Tara smirked.



“That is so not true!”



“Yes it is.”



“Tara,” Willow began. “You know my classes are important to me a-and you know you are too. Please don’t make me choose here, okay?” Willow began to look around the room. “Have you seen my scientific calculator?”



“Did you check under the bed?”



“Under the bed?”



“Yeah. Remember last night? Stuff kinda got tossed off all of a sudden. Maybe it fell underneath?”



Willow tried to ignore the sexy smirk Tara wore although she did remember the prior night. Tara came home after her class and didn’t say anything other than ‘I want you’. No, ‘how was your day’ or ‘what are you doing’. Not even a ‘hi there’. Just ‘I want you’. And that was more than enough. Willow pushed the books, notepad and book bag to the floor and pulled her lover into bed.



For the past two weeks Tara seemed insatiable. Not that it was a problem. Far from it. Willow was enjoying every moment of it. She’d never felt more wanted in her life and the looks that Tara could send her shook her to her very core. But today was different. Today was important. Sure, Tara was right. Missing this one test wouldn’t be the end of the world academically and she could still pass the class without problem. But still…



Willow pulled the comforter back and found the calculator stashed underneath. When she rose to her feet she found herself face to face with Tara.



“Please stay,” Tara said softly before laying claim to Willow’s lips.



The smaller Wiccan closed her eyes and found herself falling deeper into the exchange. It started slow and sensual but now the kisses were getting quicker and more forceful. Her desire to grab Tara, rip the robe open and ravish her all over again was becoming overwhelming. Reluctantly, Willow moved away.



“I can’t Baby I can’t. It’s just one class and I’ll be back in a flash. A-and then I’m done for the day.”



“You’re really gonna leave me here this wanton?”



Willow groaned again. Wanton? Did she have to use the word wanton? Sure, if I said it then it would sound corny but from her… It’s so damn sexy. And she’s so damn sexy. And she’s making me so damn…wanton…Oh geez…I gotta leave now… “I don’t have a choice.”



“Okay,” Tara said motioning her hand to the door. “I tried.”



Willow didn’t move immediately. “You’re not mad?” she asked.



“Disappointed…Horny…But not mad.”



Okay that I can handle. “Look Tara. I’ll go to class, race through the test and rush back here to the dorms. 45 minutes—an hour tops.”



“Fine,” Tara said casually with a shrug.



Something still seemed amiss. Tara was giving up way to easy for as strong as she was coming on. But Willow didn’t have time to analyze it.



She gave Tara a quick peck on the cheek for fear that anything more might lead her back to where she was a few minutes ago. The brief exchange already left her wet so she wasn’t going to push it any further by kissing Tara’s lips again. That might lead to undressed and undressed would lead to missing the test.



Tara watched Willow leave, closing the door behind her. A wicked thought crossed her mind. One last chance she thought. She turned and walked toward the window, knowing that Willow had to pass it to get to class. She opened her robe slightly and slipped her right hand inside the silky material. She began to stroke her already erect nipple and just as she suspected Willow began to walk by. The sight stopped Willow in her tracks.



Tara gave her a sexy smirk but didn’t stop. Willow looked around for a moment to see if anyone else was watching her girlfriend feel herself up. The shy girl that could barely get a sentence out when they first met had grown into a confident, ardent woman. Willow loved both sides of Tara but at the moment she had to admit she liked this one a bit more. She looked so damn erotic and Willow soon found herself on wobbling legs.



Tara’s head dropped back slightly and her lips were parted as if her breathing had increased. Willow stood hypnotized as she watched Tara’s hand moving under the robe. She could tell her lover’s desire was building higher with each stroke by the rise and fall of her shoulders. Tara licked her lips and placed her left hand flat against the glass. Willow seemed drawn to her and placed her own hand perfectly centered against the glass as well. She wanted to feel her flesh but the cold, slick surface was like an invisible barrier.



Tara let the robe fall open further and she used her hand to prop up her breast. The full view of that breast made the redhead’s breath catch in her throat. She watched as Tara leaned down to the raised breast and began licking the nipple with an outstretched tongue. Tara always had a long tongue and Willow found herself licking her own lips in response to watching Tara enjoying her own body. After a few moments Tara looked up to see Willow still staring opened mouth at the display. She gave her a final sexy smirk. And that was all that Willow needed. Class was official over.



“You win,” the redhead mouthed through the window. Tara gave her a full smile and watched as Willow slipped back toward the building again.



When the door bust open Tara giggled. “I win huh?”



Willow didn’t even reply. She tossed her book bag toward the closet and raced over. Her fingers ran through Tara’s hair at her temples and she pulled the woman into a fiery kiss. Tara began to reach behind her to shut the curtain but Willow stopped her.



“Leave it open,” Willow told her before pulling Tara along to the bed.



“Someone might see,” she said in weak argument.



“Let ‘em.”



The growl in Willow’s voice melted Tara’s inhibitions away. Willow wanted to put on show and at that very moment it was fine by her. In fact, she welcomed it. She’d never done something so sexually brazen before but Willow just pulled it out of her. Feeling the desire radiate off of the redhead left Tara in a state to where she didn’t care if the whole campus including the Scooby gang were there at the window. She would show them who she belonged to and who belonged to her.



Willow.



Willow was everything to her and she had no qualms about letting the world know it.



With a gentle push, Tara’s back hit of the bed and she watched as Willow pulled the sash free and opened the robe, exposing her naked body.



“Like what you see, Baby?” Tara asked.



Willow nodded, wondering where all of the moisture in the mouth had run off to. “Oh yeah. Very much. Want more.” How is it she always manages to reduce my sentences to fragments? Then all thought seemed to vanish as her beautiful girlfriend sat up halfway and leaned on her elbows taking a pointed and slow look down the length of her body.



“Uh, Will, I don’t think I can get much more naked than this, do you?”



Willow nodded and Tara lifted her eyebrow up in a question.



“Show me, Baby…” Willow said, her eyes darkening changing from bright green to hazel. “Let me see how you love me.”



“Show you?” Tara asked seductively as she grasped Willow’s meaning. "Number…?" Tara let the sentence hang.



Willow, organized as always, had a list of all the things she wanted to do with Tara. Watching Tara pleasure herself was one that Willow had added to her must do list. Tara didn't know the number but she was sure Willow would, even in her state of arousal.



Just as Tara expected Willow muttered, "Twenty nine." The blonde witch had to smile.



"Mmm," Tara hummed, the thought of it sending an arousing wave over her body. "Twenty nine it is Baby."



Willow nodded, words finally deserting her—temporarily or permanently, she didn’t care. Willow watched Tara lifted herself completed off the bed and approached her, the sides of the robe gently caressing Tara’s sweet skin.



Tara ran her hands down Willow’s arms and felt goosebumps rise under her touch. She took Willow’s hand in hers and led the redhead over to the chair. “Sit down, Sweetie.”



Then she turned her back on Willow and paused in front of the window. With a slow and deliberate motion, she allowed the robe to slip down her shoulders and to the floor, exposing her backside to Willow’s view. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, allowing her body to turn only just enough so Willow could catch a glimpse of the swell of her breast, but at the same time fully exposing her body to anyone passing by the open window. Willow was gazing at her in undisguised lust. Oh yeah, she was so going to reward Willow for missing her class.



Tara slowly walked over to the bed that sat directly across from the window. Willow’s eyes lay so heavily upon her skin that she could almost feel her touch, causing just a few goosebumps of her own. She sat the edge and crossed her legs in one quick movement, hiding her sex from Willow’s view. For the moment at least.



“Willow?” Tara asked.



“Hmmm?”



“Take off your clothes.”



Willow blinked. “Uh, what?”



“Take off your clothing, Sweetie.”



“Uh…” Willow glanced out the window at the students passing just beyond the hedges, her former boldness momentarily evaporating.



Tara saw Willow’s hesitation and smiled. “Tell ya what. How about if you take off your shoes and socks, I do this?”



Willow watched as Tara licked the tip of her index finger and slowly started to rub her nipple with the moist digit. The redhead immediately forgot the window and bent down to remove her socks and footwear, never taking her eyes from her girlfriend’s body. In response Willow felt her own nipples tightening into stiff peaks.



Tara smiled as she watched Willow toss the clothing into the corner and wiggle her toes in anticipation.



“And how about if you take off your shirt and bra, I do this?” With that Tara began to squeeze and stimulate both her breasts, her eyes half-lidded in enjoyment at Willow’s reactions.



“O-okay!” Willow squeaked as she hurriedly complied with Tara’s request, eager to see what else the blonde had in store for her.



“Sweetie…” Tara began and slowly began to uncross her legs and move her hands sensuously down to her thighs. “How about if I…”



Before Tara could complete her sentence Willow jumped from the chair and pulled both her pants and panties off with one motion. Tara chuckled at Willow’s enthusiasm.



“Okay!” Willow said eagerly as she sat back down. “Your turn.”



Tara chuckled again and leaned back to rest on her elbows, still keeping her legs close together.



“Willow…” she began. “Lean back, Sweetie.”



“Uh, why?” she asked, finally able to put two words together. Well, okay, almost two words…it’s progress, Willow rationalized.



“I want to look at you too,” Tara smiled. “Spread your legs for me, Baby. I want to see you. You’re so beautiful, you know.”



“Uh…” Gods, I’m reduced to single vowel syllables now, Willow thought.



“Like this, Baby,” Tara purred. She ran her hands down her thighs to her knees and back up again along the insides. As she moved, her hands slowly pushing her legs apart, traveling toward her center.



Willow didn’t even think as her body fell back on her elbows of its own volition and she unconsciously mimicked Tara’s pose in the press back chair.



Tara smiled as Willow presented herself, the glistening red curls and the swollen nub peeking out between her lips all indications of Willow’s arousal. Goddess, I love that woman, she thought to herself. Tara moved one hand down and spread her own lips apart with her fingers.



“Can you see Willow?” she said moving her other hand down and running it through her wetness. “This is how I love you. This is how much you excite me.”



Willow groaned as she watched Tara moving her fingers over and around her own clit, easily sliding over the slick folds. She could feel her own wetness seeping out in response to Tara’s show. She wanted to touch herself too, but was afraid she would miss a single moment. So instead her fingers clawed into the arms of the chair.



“Oh Willow,” Tara moaned as her hips rose up, her buttocks clenching in pleasure as her excitement grew.



Tara continued her movements, one hand holding herself open for Willow’s view, the other moving continuously over herself. Tara moved both of her feet up so that her legs were spread wide open.



Willow moaned in desire at the full view of Tara’s most intimate place.



“Oh Tara!” Willow whispered at the beautiful sight. “Please Baby,” she begged. “Come for me, Tara.”



“Come for you?” Tara tried to ask in a coy voice but her breathing had growing more ragged, her hands moving faster. She fought for air and her skin was starting to flush. She could sense Willow’s arousal. No not sense it, Tara considered. Smell. I can smell it. And it’s delicious.



The entire room smelled like pussy and Tara began licking her lips subconsciously. Only one thing was better than the way Willow smelled and that was her taste. It didn’t matter that Willow was across the room. Tara would know the scent of Willow’s passion anywhere. It filled Tara’s nostrils and soaked into her blood, traveling through every inch of her aroused body. She was so close.



It was all Willow could do to keep herself in the chair. The desire to race across the room and bury her face into the glistening blonde curls was overwhelming. She too had begun to fight for air as she watched Tara’s show and she felt the growing wetness between her legs multiply.



“Oh Goddess Tara,” Willow mumbled, her desire making it difficult to speak. She watched Tara’s hips buck and every once in a while she could spot those beautiful breasts bouncing as a result. To Willow she looked…she looked…”So hot Baby,” the redhead muttered.



“Oh yes!” Tara cried loud enough to rattle the windows as Willow’s words pushed her over the edge to her climax. Her hips rose off of the bed and stayed there from the sheer power of it. Her body arched off the mattress as Tara rode the waves of her orgasm.



“Oh Gods,” Willow whispered. Her own passion couldn’t be contained any longer. She had to taste Tara.



The blonde hadn’t even returned from her high when she felt Willow’s hands gripping her open thighs and her tongue lapping greedily at her sex. Willow squeezed the flesh of her legs and she pulled back for just a moment.



“You taste so wonderful after you come,” Willow told her before diving back into her task. All Tara could do was grunt and push her hips harder into Willow’s face.



They’d shared some wonderful nights, mornings and afternoons together but Tara had to admit this was one of the best if not the best time. It was as if Willow was crawling around inside her skin and touching her very soul. Her hand shot down to the back of Willow’s head in praise of the lips and tongue and teeth that graced her center. Willow moaned in response to being led—controlled by Tara’s hand—and the vibration of it rattled against Tara’s sex.



“Oh Goddess,” Tara cried as she felt another orgasm fast approaching. She knew that Willow had to be ready to pop at this point and she didn’t want to come without her. Wanton or not, Tara couldn’t be selfish when it came to Willow.



At first Willow wasn’t sure why Tara was pulling her up to the bed. But soon she realized what Tara had in mind as she positioned their legs between each other.



“Oh God Will,” Tara said letting her head fall back to the mattress as Willow positioned herself over her. Tara’s leg instantly became drenched in Willow’s arousal, creating a new passion within herself. “You’re so fucking wet,” she whispered hoarsely from below her lover.



Tara rarely swore and when she did it while making love Willow found it so dirty and naughty and sexy. It fueled her desire even more.



She began to grind against Tara’s body, their breasts rubbing together as their legs slid against each other’s sex. Tara looked down to watch the wave like motion of Willow’s hips. Willow often joked that she had no sense of rhythm on the dance floor but Tara had to say that in bed all that was put to rest. Willow did have rhythm when she could let herself go with abandon. And Tara felt lucky and honored that Willow could privately release her inhibitions with her, especially as this moment was proving.



The sway of Willow’s hips, her clinched jaw making the muscles in her neck stand out, her eyes shut tight striving to bring Tara over the top—it was a sight to behold. And Tara felt honored to be the one that Willow choose to share her body and her life with in everyway.



Tara’s fingernails raked down Willow’s back until they came to rest on her derrière. Her fingers prodded the tight muscles, leaving small half-moon impressions. It hurt slightly but Willow didn’t mind. In fact she loved the feel of Tara marking her, branding her, making her hers—and hers alone. Suddenly that wasn’t the only branding Willow wanted.



Putting her weight on one arm, Willow reached for Tara’s head and pulled her up to her neck.



“Bite me,” Willow told her. “Mark me Baby.”



“B-Bite you?” Tara asked unsure. She didn’t think it was possible to be wetter than she already was but she soon realized she was wrong as Willow’s words registered.



Willow nodded. “Bite me hard.”



Tara’s lips and teeth gripped Willow’s neck forcefully just under her earlobe and Willow’s eyes shot open at the sudden jolt of pain mixed with pleasure. Tara began to suck on the flesh, leaving a bright red impression in its wake.



Willow’s sigh was a sound between a strangled cry and an approving grunt. Tara had never heard it before but she loved the way it rang in her ears. Her hand reached down to Willow’s backside and this time with more force than before her fingernails dug into the flesh.



“Oh fuck Tara,” Willow cried out. “That’s it Baby. Harder. Do it hard. Make me Cuu…”



Willow couldn’t finish the words. Her body tensed and Tara knew Willow reached her climax by the way her body shuddered against her. The redheaded witch didn’t rest however. Her hand shot between their bodies and she moved her fingers at lightening speed across Tara’s clit.



“Come on,” Willow growled. “Come for me bitch.”



For a moment Tara was taken back by the words. Willow was bolder of the two of them, she had to admit, but still she’d never heard anything like that come out of Willow’s mouth. After the initial surprise wore off Tara wasn’t insulted as she might have expected. Right now it sounded so erotic, so commanding and the feel of Willow’s hand was beyond delightful. Bitch huh? Tara considered.



“Oh yeah,” Tara sighed in Willow’s ear. “I’m your bitch. I’m your girl. I’m your everything,” she panted. “Don’t you ever fucking forget it."



Willow looked down at Tara in what appeared to shock but Tara realized as Willow’s face flushed it wasn’t shock. She actually made Willow come again with her words. That fact and Willow's relentless fingers pushed Tara over the edge and she felt back against the mattress, her back arching.



“Oh Willlll,” she cried as the waves began to tumble over her.



As her orgasm swept over her, Tara felt Willow try to move off of her yet not quite succeeding. The redhead collapsed on Tara’s side, trying to catch her breath as her head rested in the crook of Tara’s neck.



“That was…” Willow said trying to breath and talk at once. “…worth…staying home.”



“Fun?” Tara asked as she too tried to get her breath.



“Lots of,” Willow answered with a half chuckle. “Kept your promise,” she added still trying to breathe.



As the world came back into focus and their breathing steadied Tara watched as Willow darted to her elbow. “Oh God Tara,” she suddenly exclaimed realizing what she had said earlier. “I didn’t mean…When I called you a-a … I didn’t…”



Tara put a long finger over Willow’s lips and gave her a gentle smile. “It was totally erotic Sweetie. I loved it,” she said gently.



“You did?” Willow asked.



Tara nodded. “Just don’t go using that word when we argue,” she warned with a grin. “Then I’ll be offended.” She reached up and kissed Willow on the nose before pulling the redhead into an embrace.



Suddenly Tara felt a bit guilty and she cleared her throat. “I have a confession to make.”



Willow didn’t rise but she could feel Tara’s body tense up and hers did the same in response. “What?”



“You didn’t miss your test Will.”



“What?” Willow asked now moving up to look at Tara.



“The TA came by and thought you might be here. She said the course was canceled today.”



“You knew the whole time?”



Tara simply nodded. “I just wanted to see if I had the power to make you blow off a class. And I succeeded and I promise I will never do it again. I know how important school is to you, Willow. I guess I just wanted to test the waters.”



Willow grinned. “Guess we know who the real vixen is here,” she commented.



“You’re not mad?”



“Disappointed…Horny…But not mad, “ Willow teased mimicking Tara from their earlier conversation.



“How can you still be horny?” Tara chuckled.



“I’m lying in bed naked with you and you seriously have to ask that question?”



Tara chuckled. “Point taken a-and totally understandable,” she added, moving to kiss Willow’s neck where her biting took place earlier. “It’s gonna be quite a love mark,” Tara mentioned.



“Yeah but I still got the other side that needs one,” Willow said turning her head, offering up her neck.



When she did, that’s when she saw Xander and Buffy standing slack jawed outside the window. Okay, Xander was slack jawed and Buffy was trying to tug him away. Even Slayer strength didn’t seem to be able to make him move. Suddenly Buffy stopped pulling and looked inside the window with a ‘we’re so busted’ look on her face. Willow had to laugh.



Tara stopped kissing Willow’s neck and pulled back to find out what humored her.



“What is it?” she asked. Willow didn’t answer. She just turned in the direction that Willow was smiling. That’s when she too saw the pair. Suddenly Tara tried to pull the blankets around her. “Oh my god,” she whispered, starting to blush. “How long have they been there?”



“Well if the look on Xander’s face is any indication…quite awhile,” Willow grin.



“Oh god Will. Oh god. I’m so sorry,” Tara started but Willow cut her off.



“I’m not. I hope they got quite the show,” Willow answered, grinning and kissing Tara on the cheek.



She walked toward the window, totally nude. Her body still hummed with the excitement Tara provided and she didn’t feel bashful in the least. Besides Buffy had seen her naked before. Back in high school and even in college they dressed and undressed in front of each other all the time. Willow motioned as if she had a telephone to her ear and mouthed as she pointed, “I’ll call you.”



Buffy gave her a sheepish grin and nodded. Then she watched as Willow quickly turned to Xander with a playful grin. She let her hands make a sweeping gesture over her body and allowed herself to turn 360 degrees giving him a full view.



“You like?” she asked through the glass. He could only nod. “Too bad,” she replied with a smirk. She closed the curtain a second later, blocking his view. Willow could hear Buffy’s cackle on the other side of the glass.



“Lemme tell ya. You had it all Xander and you blew it,” Buffy said with a chuckle.



“Very funny,” Xander sighed.



“Looks like the show’s over,” she added. “Can we go now?”



“What about the Scooby meeting we came here for to begin with?”



“I think we’re gonna be two scoobies light for awhile. They’ll call later,” she said as she nodded him along to the sidewalk.



Xander looked at Buffy and then the closed window. And then Buffy again. He was torn. Should he stay or should he go? Maybe Tara might open the window. He was sure it was getting warm in there. Warm and hot and sticky…Oh god, Xander thought before his feet started to try to catch up to Buffy. He couldn’t stay. It would be far too much torture.



“Hey wait up,” he shouted. In a few seconds, he was at Buffy’s side as they walked along. “So tell the truth…what did you think?”



“I think you’re a pervert.”



“Well that’s a given. What else?”



“Honestly,” she asked with a grin, stopping to face him. Xander nodded excitedly. “I think they’re very lucky they found each other and they’ll love each other forever.”



The seriousness and tone of Buffy’s reply caught Xander off guard. He’d expected another teasing remark. Buffy began to walk on without him, not looking back.



The thought of Willow and Tara together was always titillating to Xander ever since he learned the truth about the pair. But for the first time he looked deeper and glanced back to the dorm window. And suddenly he felt quite cheap.



Willow had waited years to find someone who would love her unconditionally. He was happy for her and maybe even a bit sad for himself. Like Buffy said, he had it all and he blew it. As he jogged to catch up to Buffy again he knew he would never view Tara and Willow in the same light again. He realized what he witnessed earlier wasn’t about sex as much as it was about love.



Wordless, he and Buffy walked back to the Magic Box.



The End

Edited by: maudmac at: 3/15/03 12:51:45 am

[Kieli]

Oh.My.Bloody.Hells. CN! Former NutForum buddy! How the hell are ya? Glad to see that you're still writing (and smut no less....god it makes me miss Whitetrash and all those lovely Cookie poems and stuff ) So happy to see you again and in top form!



Kieli (former Pubster, NutForum Phreak and really avid Smut Ho)

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Secret Senses"

[Stroke of Luck]

Oh dear lord



CN you made me and .

That poor Xander he is such a looser somtimes.

But he had a great experience



Hope to read more from you. Still love your Xena Story´s



CU

SoL/Natti



There are two kinds of tears, tears for those who leave you, and tears for those you never let go - Xena/The Quest

[cnwinters]

Hi there Kieli and SOL...Long time no see.



Yep I'm still around but more in the Buffyverse than the Xenaverse. If you guess like Willow and fan fiction stop by my Buffy page cnscaldron.tripod.com



For some reason...I love Willow. Have I mentioned that?



CN

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