New Fic: Saddling Up Fear

[willowhanded]

Title: Saddling Up Fear





Author: Kristinesssss… Willowhanded.. lala





Email: Lesbodar@aol.com /or/ Willowishly@aol.com





Disclaimers: Hahaha ..If I owned them .. SIXTH SEASON would be a curse word.







Rating: Ehh .. we’ll just say NC – 17







Notes: Willow’s family is a big riding family. Mostly dressage and jumping shows, I’m thinking. This is set in 1st – 2nd season, and Willow is 16. Oz isn’t yet in the picture, but he will be making an appearance. ( Don’t worry. He’s gonna get shut down. I got it all planned out. )







Yeah .. I had to write a barnyard love story. –Pout.- Blue Athame and WillowFever get to have one. So I, naturally, demand one as well.





Oh .. and I'm using this as an aide to writing Conditions, so I'm not just focusing on one fic. So they'll be on and off, and I'm also a very busy bee with getting ready for the baby and all.







It's a lot of work..







I keep glancing at those adoption papers and wondering what I'm getting myself into.







..But LMAO.. Sara wants to call her Willow. Lololol. It's pending. I've always liked the name .. but with my babble and the babble induced by a new baby, I might confuse all of you.









This is a really short update. Mostly an intro.

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1 ; Discussions



Shallow and frequent breaths were taken as her mother pulled the car onto a small dirt road. In her current condition, Willow found the car space confining, as if a steel trap just waiting to swallow her whole. And so, with this knowledge, the redhead kept a vice – like grip upon the handle of the door and prayed she was having a nightmare.







``Willow, stop acting so silly,`` Shelia tossed over to her daughter, her tone just slightly wavering with concern.







``These aren’t ponies,`` she told Willow, reaching over and patting her arm with a stiff hand.







``They’re really big ponies, mom.. Please, can I just go home? Please?`` Willow pleaded desperately, giving her mother the saddest puppy dog eyes she could manage while exercising that trademark pout.







``Nonsense, Willow, dear. Your grandmother rode, I rode, and now it’s your turn. I’ve waited until you were sixteen. If we’re going to make a rider out of you, then you’ll have to start now.``







Willow was torn. She was torn between the possibility of making her mother proud, and facing her greatest fear. Liquid emerald panned over to her mother, who was sitting ramrod straight with her eyes focused upon the road, both hands in their respective positions upon the steering wheel. It only took a moment of viewing the obviously proud older woman until Willow decided upon getting over her fear.







``We’re here,`` her mother sing-songed, pulling the car up through a small gate and turning to her daughter.







``Now,`` Shelia instructed, giving Willow a moment to devote her full attention to her voice, ``the woman here is very, very nice. I told her of your little riding problem, and she said she’d be glad to work with you on it .. I actually think she’s very close to your age..`` her voice trailed off as she mused.





A sharp inhale was taken before Willow put on her resolve face and nodded gravely at her mother’s instructions.





``Goodbye, Willow, dear. Call me when you need me to pick you up, alright?``





Sheila’s comment fell on deaf ears as Willow pushed open the heavy door of the car and stepped gingerly onto the rough dirt. With a final honk, her mother was gone, leaving Willow to suck it up and face her seemingly inevitable death.



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Shall the show go on?



-Kristi

[wimpy0729]

Hey Kristi



Of course, go on with it. Anything Willow, Tara and horses is always full of goodness!



And her instructor is a nice girl, near her own age, hmmm...wonder who that could be...



Can't wait to read more!



Good luck with the baby!



Wimpy

[littlecrazy80]

I wonder who this very, very nice woman is.

I wanna read more.



Good luck with the



*lil´c*

"Okay, we’re here, we’re queer, let’s kick this shit into gear," Five by Five (Taras Shadow)



SweetAmber

[lil wiccan]

heheh nice start! can't wait for more!!! there will be more right???

"How can i/ Beleive that my heart will find/ Someone like you/ You see the really me/ No in betweens/ I had nowhere to hide/ You took away the walls around me/ Make me feel safe to share my truth/ I see the heavens open/ A heart that once was broken/ It's holding nothing back/ Now that i found you

[Sheba]

Of course the show must go on! So when do we get more?????

[photographer02]

OF COURSE!! GO ON!!! THIS IS GETTING GOOD!!

[taralicious]

Great start to a promising story.

Methinks that when Willow/Tara meet, they will exhibit the same smouldering chemistry as Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall exhibited in "The Big Sleep" in the restaurant scene where on the surface they're talking about horses, but the subtext is all about being ridden hard and put away wet.

[amazonaa]

great start



keep going



brittney

[Stroke of Luck]

That was too short, i need more! Pls give us an update asap

Hmm that nice girl in Willows age, who might that be???



Cu

SoL/Natti

Even in death Baby, i´ll never leave u!

[LoverofLesbianCharacter2]

Keep going with this story, please. Good luck with the baby. That sounds very exciting.



Peace out

[willowhanded]

HTML Comments are not allowed

Edited by: willowhanded at: 5/16/04 6:51 am

[willowhanded]

OMG



I'M TRYING TO UPDATE AND IT WON'T LET MEEEEE





WTF IS AN HTML THINgy?!

Edited by: willowhanded at: 5/16/04 7:04 am

[shuyaku]

Hey Kristi - HTML comments start with a <



If you have that character at the beginning of a line, then it thinks you are writing HTML code. You just need to take that character out and it should be fine.



-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

Edited by: shuyaku at: 5/16/04 9:24 am

[willowhanded]

wimpy0729Yes. the wholesome kinda goodness. Thanks for the luck .. I think Imma need it..





littlecrazy80: yeah, i thought it would be kinda funny if her riding instructor wasn't Tara at all .. but then I thought about Kitten riots and protests.. so


lil wiccan: there shall be more.. in due time .. in due time..





Sheba: You get more .. um .. now!





photographer02: Woo! Intro the frozen tundra of story writing I goo!





taralicious: Tara wouldn't put Will away wet. ;DDDD





amazonaa: i'm goin', i'm goin'. -about to trudge off and update.-





Stroke of Luck: Gee.. I dunno. Thanks for reading. <3





LoverofLesbianCharacter2: Yes, even just getting ready for the baby is exciting .. not to mention STRESSFUL.







OH OH OH OH .. I NAMED MY KID! I'M SO PROUD OF IT .. MY NAME .. FOR MY FUTURE CHILD.



Ahem. Brooklyn Taylor.



I like it.

DISCLAIMERS = SAME AS BEFORE



[ ] = THOUGHTS

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2 ; Meetings





Daniel Ozbourne gripped at the rope on a couple of flakes of Timothy hay. However, the spikey haired boy was paying no attention to the fact that he'd forgotten to put on gloves and the string was cutting his hands.





His own attention did have a target, though. A new person. Stepping out of a car, and looking terrified. Though before he had a chance to move himself over there and make the introductions, Tara appeared from behind one of the barns.





``Dammit!`` Oz fumed in realization that the rope was cutting into his hands. Dropping it, he grabbed a pair of gloves and behaved like a good boy. One that did his work and went about his business without potentially screwing up good girlsex. <3



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Blonde hair was whipped from her eyes as she stepped out of the barn, her fingers lingering at the periphery of her vision just in case it decided to pull the same trick again. Gloves were carefully removed and shoved into the back pocket of amazingly tight levi's as a rather dusty pair of southern girl's boots carried her onto the dirt road where she assumed her customer stood.







``Willow Rosenberg?`` Tara's charming tone rang out towards the girl, full of cheerful greeting.







Willow turned at the sound of her name, chewing on her lower lip nervously and clutching the papers her mother had told her to pass on to this woman.







Tara brushed a piece of hay from her shoulder as she decided it would make her look slightly more presentable for the rider. However, once she approached the redhead, instead of following her first instinct and checking her out, her concern kicked in on overdrive.









``Aw, hon, are you all right?`` Tara asked softly, carefully extracting the paper that Willow quite adorably held out to her in some sort of overly submissive guesture.









``I, I, I, um, well once when I was younger, at a birthday party, cause you know, kids have lots of birthday parties, and well duh, you knew that.. it's not like you're stupid or anything but you know .. I rode this little pony thing, not a metal one, a real one but it was attached to a little metal thing that goes round and round like on the carousels, except it wasn't a carousel cause carousels are metal and it wasn't a metal pony, and it tried to eat my arm. Well it more of tried to eat my sweater but still .. that was a nice sweater, and it was really scary cause I was all small and what?``









Through Willow's entire explanation the blonde had been watching her with a raised brow, obviously amused.









``Hey! I'm serious,`` Willow replied, chin turning down to direct a pout at the floor.







[She is so cute . . ] Tara thought to herself, quickly shaking her head when she remembered business, and bad business.









[ Why is she looking at me like I'm crazy? Well I am crazy, see, I'm talking to me.. Look at yourself Willow, making a fool out of yourself in front of pretty girls .. beautiful blonde gir-- woah! Woah! Back that train up sparky! Why am I thinking about beauti -- ]







Her thought process was cut off by the invasion of a rather soothing voice, ``yeah, ponies can be mean old things.. Horses are different though, different temperments .. habits .. ``







``Bigger teeth,`` Willow interjected, earning an adorable half smile from the blonde. ``Wait, I don't think I caught your name .. ``







``Oh! Hell! Look at me, leaving my manners all over the place. Tara Maclay,`` the blonde affirmed, reaching out to grasp Willow's hand in her own and giving it a soft shake. Tara couldn't help but catch her eyes on this, and proceeded to stare into the most intense shade of green in her life.







``Pretty name for a pretty gir -- `` Willow began, realizing she was voicing her thoughts and biting down quickly on her lip, soft patches of red introducing itself into normally pallid cheeks.







``Pretty name, pretty girl yourself,`` Tara flirted back, a genuine grin worthy of the cheshire cat himself painting out over her lips, ``but, you didn't come here to get over your fear of pretty girls, unless you'd like to meet these two lovely ladies,`` an impish chin pointed over her shoulder, and Willow realized that Tara had somehow managed to climb up on the fence without her noticing.







Following the movement of the chin, Willow finally broke away from cerulean optics, and felt like she lost a piece of herself by ending the connection. It was an odd feeling.







By now the horses had gotten to the fence, and Tara seemed to be leaning back on one as if it were a stationary post or something instead of a dangerous, moving animal with a will of it's own.







``D'ya wanna pet one?`` Tara asked in a soft voice, beckoning towards Willow with a free hand.







``No, no,`` Willow declined shyly, stepping back a few steps and glancing down sheepishly at her feet.







``C'mon, Will.. first step. I swear, if you just trust me, you'll be riding enough in no time for your mother to be offa your back.`` Tara quit stroking one of the horses and jumped down off the fence, brushing off the seat of her pants as she landed lightly on her feet.







Something in the blonde's voice drew Willow to her, like a moth to a porch light. She stepped towards the blonde, pleased at the smile it drew from the girl's lips.





``That's it, c'mere,`` Tara urged her the last few steps and intercepted her hand. ``Now stand in front of me, right here.``





Willow stepped forward, her chest now pressing into the fence as she felt Tara's figure brushing up behind her. Slowly, a trembling Willow watched as Tara raised their hands, her own fingers laced through from behind by Tara's.





Tara's hands were surprisingly soft and feminine, and in analying this, Willow barely realized it when they made contact with smooth hair, warmed by the sun above and the blood beneath.







``Tara, I'm touching it,`` Willow told her in an excited tone.





``Her, you're touching Her,`` came out melodically, hinted upon by a small chuckle.







Across the dirt road and out in the field a boy named Daniel Ozbourne watched, now being a smart boy and using gloves. However, he'd checked out that redhead in school, he didn't even know her name. Tara had only met her about 10 minutes ago, and she was already getting some touchy feely cuddly something going on.









``She always gets the girls,`` Oz muttered to a Gelding named Slim. Slim was a retired race horse, and by far Oz' favorite.





``I'm cute too, right?`` Oz asked him.





``Snort,`` said Slim.





``I didn't want your opinion anyway,`` Oz replied, taking one last glance and shaking his head with an, `I think I'm really screwed as long as Tara is around,` smile and going back to what he was supposed to doing in the first place.







That's all for now. Did it work and stuff?



-Kristi/Willowhanded

Edited by: maudmac  at: 5/21/04 2:24 pm

[ShyTemptress]

Howdy

Yo, dude, that was tight! I love the interactiong between the two. Something does tell me though that if everything goes right Oz doesn't stand a hares chance.

-Shy Southern Temptress

[sam darls]

Ooh, I like this so far..Can't wait for more . Love sam xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

[The Rose24]

This is turning out to be a really cute story. Keep it up.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

[Stroke of Luck]

Oh and update, YAY

Hmm ok it seems as if Tara knows already that she is gay, but what about Willow? I doubt she knows till now, cuz of her reaction! Does Oz try to get Willow has his gf? oh pls not, Willow belongs to Tara, she is just hers



Great update anyway, keep on going. I need more to



Cu

SoL/Natti

Even in death Baby, i´ll never leave u!

Edited by: Stroke of Luck at: 5/17/04 11:16 am

[littlecrazy80]

Yay for the great update! I loved Willow´s babblefest. And please send Oz away.



*lil´c*

"Okay, we’re here, we’re queer, let’s kick this shit into gear," Five by Five (Taras Shadow)



SweetAmber

[lil wiccan]

hehehe! i love this update... haha ... ... i like oz's comment "she always gets the girls"....lol...she has me too...

"How can i/ Beleive that my heart will find/ Someone like you/ You see the really me/ No in betweens/ I had nowhere to hide/ You took away the walls around me/ Make me feel safe to share my truth/ I see the heavens open/ A heart that once was broken/ It's holding nothing back/ Now that i found you

[Tempest Duer]

This is very cute so far. I can't wait for more.

Saying that up is down will not make up, down.



~Gene Burns