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Hannah's Home -- My Collective Creative Crap 
Help me you bastards, I'm drowning not waving!
by Hanki » Fri Feb 01, 2002 12:38 pm
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Hannah's Home -- My Collective Creative Crap
Help me you bastards, I'm drowning not waving!
by Scout » Fri Feb 01, 2002 4:51 pm
Hope nothing happened to the author. Helllooooo! Can we have an update please? Please!
Sometimes you just have to beg.
by mirage » Fri Feb 01, 2002 5:44 pm
well the next update is ready but at my computer at home but I promise a new long chapter at monday........
by Scout » Fri Feb 01, 2002 6:54 pm
by willterra » Sun Feb 03, 2002 9:07 am
I...
need...
more...
By the way, love the story so far. I can really picture Willow and Tara saying those things.
by mirage » Mon Feb 04, 2002 11:56 am
Spending her afternoon with her mother and Phillip had been as pleasant as spending it with….. Actually Clarissa couldn't think of anything as unpleasant as her recent afternoon and she wanted to never ever think about it again. Well there was a part of the afternoon she wanted to remember. The part where she had showed Natasha her library.
She had been delighted to share her love for knowledge with her only other love and she had been proud when she saw the amazement and fascination in the blue eyes. Everything could have been wonderful but she had to ruin it. Ruin it completely and maybe even beyond repair.
Through the whole teatime with her mother she had wanted to bang her head on the table to punish herself for her stupidity and her harsh words to the one person who had already been yelled at enough in her life and who deserved it the least. She had seen the pain in Natasha's eyes but even then she couldn't stop herself and she hadn't been able to run after her. She had told herself that she couldn't leave her library or she would fall into her mother's hands. But to be honest she had needed the time to refocus on what had happened and why she had acted like that. Her only answer was, that it had been disappointment and injured pride. Well her punishment had followed on the heels: An afternoon with her mother.
And now she had to make it up to Tasha. But she had to find her first and that mission proved to be more difficult than expected. First she had looked at her room and the one that Natasha officially shared with Nana without success. After that she had strolled the floors and rooms of the castle not really knowing where to look for the blonde. It wasn't as if Natasha had seen a lot of the castle in the last week so there wasn't a favorite place where she could look for the witch. Although deep down in her heart she hoped that her bed was Natasha's favorite place.
She had even visited her library in the week hope that her friend had returned and maybe waited there for her. But she hadn't had any luck no matter where she searched for the blonde. Panic rose as it occurred to her that Natasha might have gone back to the only other place she knew. Back home to her family.
Her tide turned when she finally found at least Nana. Nana, the woman who knew everything that happened in the castle.
"Nana." She shouted after her as she saw the old woman at the other end of the floor.
Her nurse turned around and looked puzzled at the princess running up to her. "Don't scream around here. It doesn't befit a princess and I'm not deaf." She mocked the redhead but turned serious as soon as she saw the concern written all over Clarissa's face. "What have you been up to?"
Clarissa's lower lip trembled and she bit on it to stop it before she answered. "Something really stupid."
"That's what I figured out myself." Nana had grabbed the desperate princess by her arm and guided her to a quiet niche. "And you should go to her and apologize."
"You've seen her?" There was hope in her voice and shame at the same time.
"Yes, but she wouldn't tell me what happened." The nurse's questioning gaze lay at the redhead, expecting an explanation from her.
"I have to go to her. Where is she? She didn't go back to the farm, did she?" Frantically Clarissa turned around searching the place for the blonde like she expected her to show up any second.
Nana sighed as she realized that she wouldn't get a proper explanation here either. "No she didn't. She's still here and I don't think that she thought about going back."
"We had a fight." Relieved that the blonde was safe it broke out of Clarissa. "Actually it was more a fight from my side and a fast flight from her side." She lowered her head ashamed.
"You two don't quarrel much?" The old woman asked.
"Never, till today." Clarissa still couldn't face her nurse. Not after what she had done to the blonde.
"Well, it's over now." Nana tried to reassure her and laid her hand on her shoulder, squeezing it but she only achieved the contrary.
"Over? How can it be over? I just found her." Clarissa's head shot up in despair, locking eyes with her nurse. She shook her head in disbelief. She knew she had been mean and had wanted to hurt but that punishment was to cruel.
A sympathetic smile played around the old woman's thin lips as she realized the misunderstanding. "The quarrel is over." She explained calmly, her hand patting the shoulder it lay on. She felt the fear leaving the redhead as she relaxed under her touch.
"Oh, yeah." Suddenly she felt really stupid. A small blush formed on her cheeks.
"Ah, at least a little bit color returned." Nana pinched Clarissa's cheek with her bony fingers. A little mean smile played around the corners of her lips as the redhead squirmed out of Nana's grip. Nana knew how much she hated the cheek-pinching and it had always been her way of punishing the princess since she was three years old.
"Please, where is she?" The back of her hand rubbed over her own cheek where she still could feel Nana's lingering pinch.
"She went with Carl."
"Carl?!?!" Clarissa froze, her hand still on her cheek. She didn't know this Carl but she didn't like him already.
"The coachman. Stephen's father." Nana shook her head defeated. "You should learn the names of your servants."
"Oh, that Carl." Clarissa nodded vehemently, pretending to know his name. "And where can I find him?"
"Honey, use the thing between your ears. Where would you look for a coachman?" Nana teased her, a finger knocking against Clarissa's forehead.
A look of mild shock crawled over the girl's face as she realized where she had to go. "No!" she sighed defeated. "Doesn't the punishment ever stop today?" She muttered as she strolled to her destination.
There she was. The place looked even bigger and scarier than before. She sneezed as the mixture of hey and horse hit her nose. Why had Natasha always to hide in a stable when she searched for her to apologize. "Must be Karma."
"I can do this. I've done it before and I can do it again." She muttered to herself in the effort to find the bravery to go in there. "The last time you ended up on the back of a horse and hit the ground with your head in the middle of a storm." Her courage faded leaving only the heavy knot in her stomach back.
"And I found Tasha." She grinned self-absorbed as she remembered waking up in the small hut, seeing the blonde for the first time and finding herself naked in her bed. She liked the naked-in-bed-and-being-with-the-blonde-in-the-same-room part. Only if she found that constellation again there would be an other end to that scenario than the last time when she fainted.
She took a deep breath and jumped up and down preparing herself for her next step. "I can do this, I have to do it." She repeated her mantra in the hope to fool herself long enough to believe in her own words. She rolled her head around before her eyes fixated the gate. "One step after the other."
What was easy to spell wasn't easy to do. She lifted her right leg but it didn't follow her order to move forward nearer to the stable.
"She's in there." She told it and all the other parts of her that still doubted her decision. "Move." She ordered between gritted teeth and finally her body obeyed her. Reluctantly but it obeyed her and that was all that mattered.
As she opened the gate the inside of the stable was laid out before her. It was still full of horses like the last time she had seen it and they seemed as scary and mean as before. She had hoped to see Natasha without stepping further into this hell. She could have called for her, calling her attention but no such luck for her on her lucky day. For a second she thought about calling for her nevertheless maybe the blonde would hear her and show up but her yelling could make the horses angry at her and the last thing she could use right now where 25 angry horses snapping with their sharp teeth at her and stomping with their big hoofs on her. "I want to keep all my limbs." She reminded herself.
Carefully in the middle between the boxes she walked through the stable turning her head right and left to make sure that none of the horses could jump at her.
"Hello? Anyone there?" She whispered more than she spoke the words.
Suddenly she realized that one of the boxes was open. Paralyzed with fear she froze at her place her gaze focusing on the box only some feet away from her. But no evil horse with fuming nostrils and red gleaming eyes appeared. She could even hear a quiet inharmonic whistle coming from there. Boldly she walked to the box and peered into it. She exhaled deeply when there wasn't any horse in it but the old coachman who shoveled the dirty straw with a pitchfork into his push cart.
"Excuse me, uhm… Carl." At least she had remembered his name.
The old man turned around. His face told her that he had never expected to find the princess in his stable but he recovered fast and bowed. "Milady." He took his hat down and kneeled it nervously between his big hands.
"I'm looking for my maid. Have you seen her?" It sounded strange in her own ears to call Natasha her maid and although she knew that the coachman had been there to rescue the blonde and would at least have some superstitions regarding her relationship with Natasha she wanted to keep it as much a secret as possible.
To her relief he nodded. "Where is she?"
"Over there." The old man pointed behind the last box where they kept the hay. When he directed his next words at the princess she knew that it had to cost him all his courage to do so. "She is sleeping. She seemed so lost and exhausted."
The princess just nodded her gaze already directed behind the last box. "Thank you." She whispered before she crossed the stable to Natasha's hidden place.
She stopped as soon as her gaze fell on the sleeping beauty. It took her breath away and starting from her heart a sweet pain shot through her whole body. She had to lean against the next post to stabilize herself as her legs weren't able to carry her weight any longer.
There on the hay carefully tugged into a blanket lay the blonde and next to her was her cat guarding her. The pain Clarissa had caused her had left her face. She looked vulnerable and innocent with only a black cat to protect her against the violence of her life.
How had she ever been able to hurt her? There was no excuse and all that Clarissa wanted was to make it up to her and hope that there might still be a future for them, if the blonde was willing.
Clarissa left her safe post to crouch before the blonde. She just sat there not moving or touching the blonde, afraid she would wake her up. Nevertheless the other girl must have felt that she wasn't alone any longer as she opened her eyes slowly, locking them with the redhead's green ones.
"I'm sorry." Clarissa whispered.
"You didn't wake me up." Her friend answered with a small smile the sleep still heavy in her voice.
"No, not for that, for yelling at you. I'm so sorry and I want to make it up to you starting right now." The princess lowered her head. "If you let me."
A soft hand on her chin and a tender kiss on her temple made her look up again. "It's alright."
"No, it's not." Clarissa shook her head, sometimes she couldn't understand how Tasha was able to be so understanding. Why she never condemned but forgave. "And there isn't an excuse for what I've done." She waited till Natasha told her with a nod to continue. "I'm so happy that I found you and I want to spend all my time with you. It hurt my pride that you didn't feel the same. I could only think about hurting you too." She tilted her head and looked with big puppy eyes at the blonde. "Please, don't leave me." She begged, tears shimmering in her eyes. She had never been more afraid in her life except for the day when she had found Natasha beaten up. But if the blonde decided to leave her now at least she knew that she wouldn't die.
"Of course I won't leave you. I could never leave you." There was nothing but love in the blue eyes that looked at her. "And I want to spend every second of my live with you. I even want to dream about nothing else but you and only you. But we can't always have what we want. There are restrictions in live." The blonde seemed so grown up and knowing that the princess couldn't do anything else but love her even more. "But they make everything you have so much sweeter."
Clarissa gazed at the blonde admiring. "I fell in love with you and I never want to fall out of it." She whispered. She couldn't think of anything else but the love she felt for her lover.
"I love you." The blonde answered before she bent forward to kiss the princess.
"So you're not mad at me?" Clarissa asked with a childish voice after they broke the kiss.
Natasha smiled at her and kissed her head. "I'm not mad at you."
"Fine." The smile returned to the redhead's face and she sighed in relief. "Can we go now?" She looked around suspiciously. "I don't like stables that much. They give me the creeps. Too many horses."
The witch chuckled. "I feel safe here. I used to hide under the hay as a little child and the smell still sooths me." She pulled Clarissa with her as she stood up. "And I like horses. They're gentle." Her hand clasped around the redhead's hand and she led her to the box next to her. "Especially this one." She held her other hand out into the box, offering her palm to the horse in there.
"I don't think you should do this." Clarissa pulled at the hand holding hers as the horse came closer. She pulled more forcefully when she recognized the horse. "Especially not with this one." But the blonde stayed calm her palm still offered to the horse.
"Let us go, please." She pleaded in panic.
Natasha turned her head around to face her. "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you." She smiled reassuringly.
"It already hurt me." The princess shrieked. "Th-that's it. It kidnapped me and threw me off." Her free hand pointed at the horse that had reached Natasha and sniffed at her hand.
"Oh it was him?" Natasha stroke the white horse. "Then I should bring him a bunch of carrots as a thank you."
Clarissa looked puzzled at the girl in front of her. "For bringing you into my life." The blonde beamed at her and Clarissa couldn't do anything else but beam back although for her they were still too close by that horse.
"Uhm, I think Carl could give it the carrots from us. Can we go now?"
"You had to bring it back, didn't you? And what's up with all the stables?" Willow asked. "You're supposed to tell me a story to sooth me not to punish me with horses and stables…….. and men on horses." Willow added. "That flu is bad enough without you torturing me."
"Aww. Poor baby, but I promise you a happy ending. Okay?" Tara tried to sooth her.
"But I want happiness in the middle too." Willow insisted.
"Okay, one moment of happiness coming up for you." Tara promised.
by mirage » Mon Feb 04, 2002 12:00 pm
"You're sure you're ready?" Clarissa asked nervously. "We could wait one or two more weeks it wouldn't matter." She looked at her fingers that fiddled with her sleeve.
"I'm sure." Although she couldn't see it, the redhead could hear the laugh in her friend's voice. "I've waited long enough."
"I'm afraid I might hurt you." Clarissa whispered her eyes searching for Natasha's.
"You could never hurt me." A tender hand stroked over the redhead's smaller one, stopping it from fiddling. The blue eyes that had captured hers told her nothing but the trust that their owner had in her. How could she fail her?
Clarissa swallowed. "But I don't know how. I want to make it right."
"You will. It's easy." Natasha reassured her again.
"Look." The redhead held her hands out. "I'm trembling."
Natasha took the trembling hands and led them to her lips to kiss every single finger. Clarissa closed her eyes and a small moan escaped her throat as the tingling sensation rushed from her fingertips through her whole body. She could even feel it in the roots of her hair.
"Better?" Natasha asked with a crooked smile as Clarissa opened her eyes to stare at the blonde.
"N-no." Her hands were trembling even more now.
"I can do it myself." Natasha offered and wiggled with her brows.
"NO! I want to do it, really." The redhead took a deep breath. "I'm just, it's just…………"
"I trust you." The witch interrupted her.
"But….."
"I trust you." Natasha smiled at her. "And even Nana told you that you can do it. There's nothing to worry about." Natasha laid the big scissors into her shaking hands.
"Just a few cuts, it's nothing more." Natasha hold her splinted arm in front of the princess. "Here, here and here." She pointed at the bandages that held the splinters.
Clarissa nodded and took a deep breath. She led the scissor to the first bandage but stopped herself. "What if I cut your flesh?"
"Then you have to do first aid. And You can use the bandages you cut open." Clarissa's face went green as she imagined the blood streaming from a big cut at the pale arm before her. She still stared at it as a gentle hand under her chin forced her to look up again.
"You'll do it great." Clarissa opened her mouth to interject but Natasha continued. "There are no 'buts'. Just do it."
There was so much trust and love in the blue eyes before her that Clarissa couldn't to anything else but share that trust. She nodded slowly. "Well, I don't trust myself……… but I trust you."
The blonde blushed and lowered her head. After a moment she looked up again. "Then lets start. I've worn this long enough." Her left hand rubbed over the splinters. "C-can you hurry up?" She asked. "It itches and I want to scratch this particular spot here for over two weeks now."
Playfully Clarissa swatted the blonde's fingers away. "I need room to work." She tried to sound like she knew what she was about to do. "Stay still." Her tongue darted out as she concentrated on her task, trying different ankles to hold the scissor before she positioned it and cut through the fabric. She held her breath till the first bandage fell apart. Clarissa only looked up for assurance after she was sure that she hadn't cut through skin instead of fabric.
Natasha smiled at her. "Like I told you. You're doing just fine."
A big grin appeared at the redhead's face and she turned back to her work.
"Done." She declared proudly after she removed the last splinter. Then she waited. "How does it feel?"
Natasha twisted her wrist and wiggled her fingers. "Good." A sigh escaped her lips as she scratched over her arm.
Then she leaned forward to rest her hand on the redhead's cheek. Slowly covering every inch her fingertips glided over the soft skin sending a shiver down the redhead's back. "But this feels even better." She whispered her voice filled with desire.
Clarissa leaned into the touch and closed her eyes to regain her composure. If Tasha didn't stop right now she wasn't responsible for what would happen next. She already could feel her whole body reacting to the small caresses.
But Natasha had no intention to stop. "I've waited so long for this." Her hand vanished into silk red hair. A small moan escaped the redhead's throat as the gentle finger massaged her scalp.
"If I knew how good it felt I wouldn't have hesitated to cut your splinters loose." She managed to get out. "Maybe I wouldn't have waited two more weeks." Her voice answered feeble to the blonde's caresses.
Natasha giggled before she turned her full attention back to her task. The tip of her tongue darted out as her left hand joined her other in ruby-red hair claiming it hers.
Her right hand surfaced from the red tide to wander back to Clarissa's cheek and then south to her jaw. Her thumbs brushed over Clarissa's lips, evoking a second moan from deep down of the redhead's throat.
She continued her journey and suddenly Clarissa was happy to sit already on the bed as her legs turned into jelly. Gently fingers travelled down her neck and traced her collarbone resting there for a moment. As they were to continue their way Clarissa stopped them holding them in place.
Natasha looked up surprised to lock eyes with the princess. "Are you sure?" Clarissa whispered.
The blonde nodded her eyes fixated at the place just above the princess heart.
"You don't have to if you don't want it." Clarissa wanted to make sure that Tasha wanted it as much as she wanted. She couldn't bear it if the blonde's attention was only out of gratitude.
Natasha frowned and pulled her hand free from under Clarissa's touch. "I, I'm sorry." She backed away as she tried to flee from the bed but Clarissa grabbed her arms and stopped her.
"No." Clarissa said firmly. "Don't go." Her voice grew softer.
She scooted closer and squeezed the blonde's arm. "Tasha, look at me." She demanded gently. When their eyes met she continued. "I really want it. You can't imagine how much I want it. I lie awake at night being so close to you, touching you, feeling your breath under my touch and I only can think about what I want to do…. With you." She blushed as some of her memories about what exactly she wanted to do came back to her.
The loop-side smile returned to Natasha's face. "Really?"
"Really." Clarissa smiled back.
"Then why don't you do some of the things you dreamt of?" Natasha blushed at her own words but her smile revealed how much she wanted to experience Clarissa's dreams.
The princess just stared at her as her brain tried to communicate with the rest of her body, ordering it to do something. Anything!
Nervously she edged closer to the blonde till their bodies touched. Thigh brushed against thigh and only the sound of two heavily breathing girls filled the room.
Their eyes met and the princess drowned in the blue pools of desire that looked at her. There was no need for her to think anymore as her body took over control. She bent forward and captured Natasha's full lips with hers. Natasha mirrored her motions as she grabbed Clarissa's hair, pulling her closer.
Their lips parted to let their tongues began their play. There was no teasing only lust that rushed through their veins as their play became more passionate.
Clarissa didn't know if she was lightheaded from the kiss or from the lack of oxygen in her lungs. Nevertheless she groaned disappointed as the blonde pulled back from her. She snapped forward to capture Natasha's lower lip between her teeth and bit tenderly into it before she let go.
Natasha looked at her in surprise and Clarissa felt her blood rushing into her cheeks as she blushed.
"Did I hurt you?" Clarissa asked shyly as her thumb examined the blonde's lip.
Natasha shook her head and just stared at the princess.
The redhead giggled nervously. "Could you please say something? The not talking makes me kinda nervous. Cause I always talk especially when I'm nervous. It's like I'm a little teapot. All the nervousness bubbles up inside me but instead of hot steam all the words stumble out of me. I can't control it. Just like now. There is so much heat inside me forcing all these stupid words out of me. Help me please. Talk." She pleaded with big puppy eyes.
Natasha smiled pitying at her but didn't say a word.
"I could really need your help here." Clarissa continued. "Cause it's getting kind of serious. See, my arms joining my words. Now I'm a babbling and arms waving idiot." Her arms waved through the air.
"I can't." Natasha whispered. The simple response stopped the redhead.
"Why not?" She asked softly.
"Because w-whenever I'm n-nervous I'm starting to stutter." She blushed and lowered her head to hide her face behind her hair.
The princess giggled. "Looks like we complete each other."
Natasha looked up. "Perfectly." She whispered sultry.
This time a kiss wasn't enough as they went for each other. Arms and legs mingled as Clarissa lowered Natasha down onto the bed and climbed onto her. She stayed there for a moment without moving as she took in the sight of the blonde under her. With every exaggerated breath her full breast pushed through the fabric of her shirt against the princess chest.
She growled in frustration as the plain shirt prevented her from feeling the soft skin under her. Her hands travelled south where the shirt vanished under the blonde's skirt. Forcefully she poured it out from there and up till her eyes caught the full breasts.
She gasped in delight. They were exactly like she remembered them. Even better. Clarissa looked up to meet Natasha's gaze.
The blonde tugged at her dress. "Take it off." She pouted.
"Need your help." Clarissa answered breathless as she turned around to present Natasha her back were the dress was laced up.
She felt Natasha's finger's pulling harshly at the strings without success. "Why did you have to wear this dress." She sighed.
"Because you laid it out for me." Clarissa answered as she twisted her arms to her back to help the blond in her task. "Take the scissor." She demanded. She wouldn't lose any more time due to this damn dress.
The blonde didn't hesitate to follow her orders.
Clarissa inhaled deeply as the cage around her chest vanished. She struggled to get out of her dress and through it away before she lowered down onto the blonde again.
"Thank you." She whispered into her ear before she nibbled at her earlobe.
"You're wel…….." Natasha arched her back, pressing herself against the small redhead.
A new wave of arousal shot through her small body as Clarissa felt the blonde's full breasts pressing against hers. She scooted down, her tongue wandering over the hot flesh beneath her till her head was at one level with her aim.
She smiled impishly as she considered which breast would get her attention first. Clarissa inhaled deeply. Her senses were overwhelmed with Tasha. Her smell, her touch and taste. Everything around Clarissa was Tasha. She was her prisoner and her conqueror.
She kissed the place where her mouth touched the delicate skin earning a small moan from the blonde before her mouth turned to one of the nipples in front of her.
Her tongue circled around it wetting it. She could feel Natasha squirm under her with desire and her own grew. She loved it to cause such feelings in the blonde.
Two hands cupping her face forced her up. She bent down and kissed the breast before she followed the order and trailed along Tasah's body. But her fingers stayed were her mouth had been, tracing small circles around the delicate flesh.
As soon as she was at one level with the witch's face, she was pulled down into a fierce kiss. A little cry escaped her still captured mouth as she felt fingernails tugging into her back leaving her red mark behind.
And suddenly the same hands were at her lower back, clutching her cheeks and shifting her up along the blonde's body.
A little movement more and Clarissa felt a leg between her thighs that forced her to open her legs. And suddenly the same leg rubbed against the already hot spot between her legs.
She growled in a mixture of desire and frustration. Only a second ago she had been the leading person here and suddenly she was the seduced one. Not that she was to complain. There wasn't enough strength in her left to complain. But she wanted at least to be equality.
Her head snapped back from the kiss and she looked into eyes that were glazed with lust. She breathed over the blonde's neck, her hot breath over tender skin sending small shivers through the blonde as she tugged at Natasha's skirt.
Without breaking the eye contact her trembling fingers managed to open the knot that held the skirt in place and with on rush she freed the blonde from it.
Her eyes lowered to take in the new sight. She added as her fingers glided through the blonde curls.
Natasha raised her hip to give the redhead better access and Clarissa didn't hesitate to follow the invitation.
The blonde had closed her eyes and bit her lower lips as the princess small caress rushed through her whole body. She lifted her leg again bringing it to the same place between Clarissa's legs again.
Just a little up and down was enough to burn the redhead from inside. She moaned as the thigh stroked her most sensitive place, feeling her own wetness covering it.
And before she could react the leg was joined by a hand.
When it entered her a gasp was her only answer.
Tara stopped, a dreamingly smile on her face.
Willow looked up and waited for the blonde to continue. But nothing happened.
"Tara? Honey?" She asked softly, tugging at her sleeve.
Lightly startled Tara shook her head to get back to reality and looked down at the redhead.
"Penny for your thought." Willow offered with a smut smile.
"Oh I think you had enough for free." Tara countered with a smile and bent down to kiss her girlfriend. "And the last scene was all the soft porn you get in this story." She promised.
"Do I get at least some heavy post-sex snuggles?" Willow begged with in a childish tone after her pouting didn't show the wished for effect.
Tara titled her head like she was suggesting the beg. "Oookay. "She stretched the word. "I think a mini-snuggle scene is possible. Only for you."
Clarissa rolled on her back, a satisfied smile covering her features. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply till her breathing was back to a normal rate.
When she opened her eyes again her gaze fell on Natasha who watched her happily. They stared at each other, reliving the intense moment they had shared just a moment ago.
"Come." She patted her own shoulder to tried to move more than her hand.
Natasha's grin widened as she scooted over and lay down on Clarissa's shoulder. Her blonde hair rubbed over the redhead's shoulder as Natasha searched for a comfortable place to settle down.
"How can you be so energetic?" The princess asked wearily and yawned after Natasha had settled down, her arm spread out over Clarissa's chest.
The witch didn't answer but nuzzled into redhead's neck leaving a lingering kiss there. Clarissa's head tilted back and she purred in response to her lover's caress.
Natasha giggled into the red hair sending a new shiver through the princess' body. "You've spent too much time with the cat." She whispered into her ear.
"I'm not the one with the claw's here." Clarissa gave back. "I'm the one with the marks on her back."
"Poor baby." Natasha said sympathetically. "anything I can do to make it better?" She asked sensually as her leg sneaked between Clarissa's.
The redhead nodded and closed her eyes. "Just stay where you are."
"Stop it." Natasha asked gently, a shy smile playing around her full lips as she turned around to look at the redhead who sat on the table behind her, dangling her legs enthusiastically.
"What?" Clarissa gave back with a huge grin, her eyes focused at the blonde.
"That." Natasha pointed at the redhead's face before she turned around and put the tablecloths into the closet before her.
"What 'that'?`" Clarissa played along and intensified her swinging as even the upper part of her body started to swing along.
"That-you-following-me-everywhere-and-staring-at-me-all-the-time-that." Natasha clarified with her hands on her hips.
"Oh that 'that'." The princess nodded. "Can't stop that that." She grinned self-satisfied. "and don't want to stop that." She added as she glanced dreamingly at the blonde.
Natasha blushed and lowered her head. "Clare." She tried to admonish the other girl but failed totally as desire filled her voice.
Clarissa's smile even grew wider. "Besides you told me you loved me watching you." She defended herself.
The blonde's blush deepened till it had the shade of Clarissa's hair. "Yeah, but not the whole time, only when we're alone."
Clarissa looked around the small storeroom. "Well, we're alone right now." She jumped down from the table and crossed the room to pull the blonde into a hug.
"Alone in your room." Natasha clarified and tried to pull herself playfully out of the hug but her resistance was weakened with a soft kiss and a tongue that played behind her ear.
Clarissa smiled into the blond hair as she felt the other woman's body melting into hers. "We could go back." She offered.
The blonde sighed but resisted. "We've been there for three days." She reminded her.
"And that was two days ago." Clarissa threw in with a pout.
"You forget the nights." Natasha informed her.
"I would never forget the nights." The redhead insisted and nuzzled the neck in front of her. "But between the nights are always these long boring days without you."
"Without me?" Natasha snickered. "The last two days you left my side for five minutes."
"And they were five very long minutes." Clarissa continued her caress. She whimpered when the blonde withdrew and held her at arms-length.
"Clare, it can't go on like this." She tried again.
"Why not?" Clarissa stared frustrated at the point where she had planed to set a hickey but had been interrupted.
"They will get suspicious."
"Let them." The princess answered childishly.
"Clare!" Natasha frowned.
"They won't find out. You've been here for three weeks and four days and they haven't found out yet. Why should they now?" Clarissa squeezed Natasha's hand to reassure her but the blonde wasn't easy to convince.
"Because you follow every one of my steps." She argued.
Clarissa sighed. "If it means that much to you."
"It does." Natasha looked anxiously at the door like she expected someone to burst in upon them any second.
Clarissa tried it one more time. "I could help you with your work if that's less suspicious."
Natasha giggled at the crazy thought. "Sure, a princess peeling potatoes in the kitchen is way less suspicious." Then she turned serious again. "We promised Nana to be careful."
The princess sighed frustrated. "You're right. I don't like it but you're right." She shoved the blonde to the door. "Go before I change my mind. Shu, shu." Her hand grabbed the doorknob but Natasha stopped her.
"Hey, I didn't mean that fast." The blonde said. Behind her back Clarissa smiled when her plan succeeded.
"So you are not bored of me?" the redhead asked impishly.
"Never." Her lover answered bashfully.
"Fine." The princess knew she had the upper hand now but she was generous. "Let's make a deal."
Natasha looked at her questioning. "What do you want?" She asked suspiciously.
"Me? Nothing? How could you even think of me like this?" Clarissa answered with mocked hurt. She gave in when Natasha's suspicious gaze stayed on her. "Only a tiny little thing. Not bigger than this." She held her thumb and index finger close to each other.
"And that would be?"
"Less work for you and more time with me. In the library of course. Not in my room or bed." Clarissa added.
"What a pity. More time in bed sounded just too good." The witch sighed. "But I'll surrender. More time with you." She smiled.
"Great." The redhead jumped up and down, pulling the blonde with her.
Natasha laughed. "And to show you how serious I am. What about if I get us something to eat from the kitchen and we spend the rest of the day in the library." Her smile grew sensual. "Or in bed, if you'll prefer." She added wickedly.
"Vixen."
"I take this as a yes." Natasha answered before she stepped closer and kissed her girlfriend. Then she gave her a clap at her bottom.
Clarissa jumped and squeaked but she only succeeded in brightening Natasha's smile. "Now hurry to our room. I'll meet you there in 10 minutes."
Clarissa paced her room. She stopped at her bed and smoothed the blanket. The bed should look as inevitable as possible. Then she considered her work and folded the blanket back. Satisfied with her work she took two candles from the shelve and put them on the nightstand. Only when she was about to light them up she remembered that it was only midday and that it would take the sun at least seven more hours to fall.
Well Natasha had promised her the whole day in bed and that included the night in her opinion. And at night the candles would be handy so she could watch the blonde in the soft candlelight. A jolt of desire rushed through her as she imagined how the flickering light would cast its pattern of light and shadow at the blonde's body, the beads of sweat shimmering in the illumination.
If Natasha didn't come right now she would have to handle a very horny and frustrated princess. A dangerous mixture.
She crossed the room and opened the door to peek into the hall. Still no sign of Tasha. She pouted. Where was she? She knew that she waited for her impatiently but nonetheless she was nowhere to be seen.
Clarissa shifted her weight from one foot to the other to lose some of her nervousness. Waiting. She hated waiting. It was her punishment for playing earlier. She was sure. But she promised that she would pay it back. She would let her wait in bed. Teasing her to the climax and than she would wait. She only had to pull back at the exact moment.
She giggled as she thought about the frustration that would show in the blonde's face. Well maybe she would allow her one climax first and then later at night when she expected it least she would pay her back. Yes, that plan was way better than her last. First satisfaction then punishment.
She sat down on the chair, stood up again, leaned against the wall across from the door, so that Natasha could see her when she entered the room. She put her hands onto her hips. No, better one arm behind her head, or both. She tried several different positions but she didn't find the right one. She wanted to send a message with her posture. The seductive-never-let-me-wait-this-long- again-message. Maybe the wall wasn't the right place for this message. The bed would be way better. Additional the way from the wall to the bed was too long and they already had lost too much time.
She walked back to the bed and flopped onto it. That was way better. No long ways just a short pulling and Tasha would lay next to her where she belonged.
Clarissa sat there, her hands hammering at the mattress. She titled her head and looked at the door, waiting for the knob to be turned. Still no sign of the blonde. Oh, she would have to pay. As soon as she had found the perfect seductive position. She lay on her side, her head propped on her arm and faced the door. Okay, that position was good. But what should she do with her second arm? She could brush over her own breast. Or maybe lay it on her thigh.
Or maybe she should lay on her back, one arm behind her head, stroking her own hair and her legs crossed over each other?
The princess sighed in frustration. She had been set up.
A knock on the door pulled her out off her frustration.
"Come in." She yelled excited. She would play Natasha's play along if the blonde wanted to play the princess-maid play, even in this room.
The unknown face that showed up in her room made her jump up and out of her seductive position.
"What are you doing here?" She squeaked.
Even before the maid could answer she continued harshly. "I won't see the queen now. Go and tell her I'm sick and need to lie down." Her hands waved the frightened girl to leave her.
"Nana." Was all the girl brought out but it was enough to stop Clarissa. Suddenly there was this bad taste in her mouth and her stomach turned into one heavy knot.
"Where is she?" She asked voiceless as she realized that Natasha hadn't set her up.
She yanked the girl toward the door. "She's in the kitchen." The girl stumbled as she tried to keep pace with the princess. "She sent me to you because of your maiden, Natasha."
Clarissa only nodded, her lips pressed tightly together as she literally ran down the floor. "Tell me." She pressed out without reducing her speed.
"The priest came in and he yelled at her called her a witch and hit her. And then Nana told me to get you." Clarissa let the girl go. She had all the information she needed right now and the girl only slowed her down.
The priest. Clarissa had always hated the old, bony man. Since she knew him he had always been mean. His only pleasure had been to scare children and grown ups with his stories about hell and the eternal punishment for every sinner. In his world god wasn't a forgiving father but a punishing judge.
No one liked him and he had only been able to hold his powerful position because of her mother. The queen was the only person who 'liked' the priest but that had been enough for him to extend his power and the fear in all people around him.
She could hear his yelled sermon through the hall as she headed for the kitchen. His voice seeped through the stone halls like venom through veins sending shivers down the princess' back.
But that didn't stop her as she rushed to the door and yanked it open.
"Stop it." She yelled even louder at him even before the scene enrolled before her.
The sudden entry of a new player stopped the play before her, froze everyone in place and she had time to take in everything.
Her first sight fell on the tall priest, his face contorted in rage, spit running down his chin. His arm was frozen in mid motion over his head, ready to be slammed down a rosary with a big cross-pendant dangling from it.
Nearly hidden from her view due to the priest Natasha was crouched down in a dark corner her hands protectively covering her head.
The princess rage grew as she realized that the priest had been about to hit the blonde.
"How dare you?" She stepped closer to him, stretching herself to her to her full size. She had taken the priest by surprise and she knew that this was her only card she could play out.
She looked up with lowered eyes at the priest only inches away from her.
He came back to life with her question and his whole body shook in his godlike rage. His arm shoot out to point accusingly at Natasha.
"She's a witch working her devilish magic on these lost souls." Natasha looked up behind her still held up arms, a bloody streak covering her cheek. Her big eyes showed her fear and her whole body was trembling.
Clarissa was torn between rushing to her side to protect the blonde and killing the priest in an instant with the big knife she saw laid out at the big kitchen table. She clenched and unclenched her hands to regain her composure.
Her gaze fell on Nana who sat heavily at a chair next to the table, two maiden stabilizing her from behind. A new jolt of pain rushed through the redhead's heart. She had never seen her nurse so old and exhausted.
She focused back on the priest her hate visible in her narrowed eyes. "She's mine. And not even god will be able to protect you if you ever lay hand on her." She promised him.
Her gaze drifted to Natasha. She held her hand out and motioned her to take it.
As the priest was to oppose her her head snapped back and she pinned him with her dark green eyes. "Forget it, even the queen won't be on your side. Right now I'm way more valuable for her than you are. She has plans for me and she won't let them get ruined by you." She hissed.
The barely visible shift in his frame told her that she had won.
She turned around to Natasha again. "Come." Her voice thousand times softer than a second ago.
The blonde looked at her before she took her hand and let herself be pulled up by the small redhead.
Without looking back she led Natasha out of the kitchen and stopped only after they had reached her room and she had closed the door behind them.
Willow crossed her arms before her chest. "Great, like there aren't enough psychos in this story already to cause trouble." She mumbled grumpily.
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so that's all I have so far.
by UniDagger » Mon Feb 04, 2002 12:44 pm
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"Gay Now"
So you're gay?
Yes
Will you be gay tomorrow?
Let me check my calendar...yep. Looks like I'll be gay all week.
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by Lonewolf » Mon Feb 04, 2002 1:54 pm
Lonewolf
by tiger17 » Mon Feb 04, 2002 7:28 pm
by Aria » Mon Feb 04, 2002 7:49 pm
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Piffle
by Scout » Mon Feb 04, 2002 8:15 pm
Thanks again!
by mollyig » Tue Feb 05, 2002 2:32 am
Go Clare!
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Now that I know there's something to know, I can't *not* know, just because I'm afraid
somebody'll know I know, you know?
by nika » Tue Feb 05, 2002 8:48 am
by Quill » Tue Feb 05, 2002 8:56 am
by Hanki » Tue Feb 05, 2002 12:29 pm
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Hannah's Home -- My Collective Creative Crap
Help me you bastards, I'm drowning not waving!
by littlekitty » Tue Feb 05, 2002 2:40 pm
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~Spread beneath my Willow tree-You make me complete~
by Malia » Wed Feb 06, 2002 7:11 am
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"*Gasp*I'm cured! I want the boys!*Giggle*"
-She was kidding and so am I;)
by tiger17 » Thu Feb 07, 2002 12:47 pm
by silverangel » Fri Feb 15, 2002 1:37 pm
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Willow: Where would you go? If you felt lost and alone? Where would you go?
Tara: To you.
**Deleted scene from Bloodties
by mirage » Fri Feb 15, 2002 3:20 pm
by Scout » Fri Feb 15, 2002 3:58 pm
Don’t worry about us, Mirage – we’ll be here when you’re ready. And best of luck with your job situation. Hope things settle down soon.
by silverangel » Fri Feb 15, 2002 4:16 pm
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Willow and Tara's Love
by Time » Thu Feb 28, 2002 8:49 pm
quote:
Originally posted by mirage:
No the story is not over. There is much more to tell before it's over.
This is such a wonderful tale mirage, even without an ending...but I'm still hoping you get inspired to continue
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It's people! The Doublemeat Medley
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