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[fun in dysfuntion]

Title: Wants
Rating: R
Author: Fun in Dysfuntion
Disclaimer: Large chunks of this story are the property of Joss Whedon, Jacquie Lawrence, and the various multi-conglomerate media corporations.
Distribution: Cut, paste, print, create collages with it, enjoy. Just give my pseudonym credit.
Feedback: Feed the FID. Please leave a message at the end of the thread.
Author Notes: This story was heavily inspired by a UK short film called Double Entente (1994) by Jacquie Lawrence. Tara’s POV.
Summary: A tryst

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My phone rings as I’m walking to the Espresso Pump. It’s my love. I answer, “Hi baby.”

Willow can’t make our date. It’s the third time this week that she has had to cancel. It’s our last year, and she is working on her senior thesis. I’m disappointed, but I try to hide it. I murmur reassurances and endearments. I don’t want her to feel guilty. ‘The loneliness is only for a little while,’ I tell myself.

Walking to the local coffee house, I decide to sit down and people watch from a table near the windows. I don’t have any plans tonight. Hours go by as my eyes follow the hurried pedestrians walking past the windows. Window seats make me feel like I’m at an aquarium. But, I’m never quite sure who is on display. That’s when I see her. She’s beautiful. I try to calm my erratic heartbeat. I don’t want this woman to know how much her mere presence affects me.

“May I sit down?” she asks me. I’m slightly miffed at the disturbance of my solitude.

With the coffee house so busy and no other tables available, I warily reply, “Sure.”

She smiles at me as she sits down. I can tell she isn’t content to just drink the coffee she has cradled between her lithe fingers. She wants to talk. She stirs her coffee much like women do in bars when they are looking for company.

She sips delicately on her beverage, eyeing me. I pretend to be lost in thought. It’s difficult with her distracting me. She smells like jasmine.

“Are you waiting for someone?” she politely asks me.

I know why she is asking. Before I can quell my flirtatiousness, I hear myself say, “Not any more.”

She smiles knowingly as she decodes my answer. There’s potential.

She turns on the charm. The loneliness in me responds to the attention that she is proffering. I don’t want to respond, but at the moment, I can’t stop myself from wanting what I’ve craved for so long. I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks. She knows she has me flustered.

She reaches out to caress the top of my hand. I should pull away, but I don’t. Her touch is warm, caring. I look into her eyes. I can see the desire there. My eyes are betraying my own.

“Leave with me,” she says. It’s a question, but it sounds like a statement.

I hesitate. I should stay at the coffee house, ignore her offer. Her hand is on mine. I can feel her fingers slowly stroking my hand.

She senses my hesitation and waits patiently. Her eyes caress the curves of my body.

I want this moment.

Standing up, I take her hand in mine. We walk to the glass doors, exiting out into the cool evening air. I shiver as a chill breeze raises goose bumps on my arms. Her arm wraps around my shoulders as she draws me close to her body to warm me. She leads me through campus to the dorms. Opening the door to a dark, quiet room, she pulls me inside. Only moonlight illuminates the room. Grabbing matches, she lights several candles around the room. She shrugs out of her jacket and turns to me. She looks vulnerable in the soft glow of the candlelight as she pauses to see whether I have changed my mind.

I want her.

Striding toward her, I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her to me. The passion I’ve held back surfaces in my first kiss. I lick her lower lip. I want to taste her. She opens her lips as my tongue slides into her mouth. Her mouth tastes like mocha. My hand caresses the nape of her neck as the other wanders down the front of her shirt releasing the buttons along the way. I’m inpatient. I pull at the shirt until it falls in a heap on the ground. Breaking the kiss, I take in her beauty. Her pale skin is flushed. With labored breaths, her chest rises and falls. My hand reaches out to caress her silk bra. Her breast just fills my palm. I can feel the nipple hardening in my palm. I bring my gaze up to meet hers. Dilated pupils darken her green eyes. I lean forward to place gentle kisses on her neck as my hands wander through her soft red hair. My warm breath near her ear makes her tremble.

I whisper softly, “I need you, Willow.” Her body shudders at my words.

Clothing melts away until all that is left is us, wanting.
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Finis

[cperrins78]

Very nice indeed. I loved Tara's POV. I love getting inside a character's head and knowing what they are thinking.



Christina

[fun in dysfuntion]

Title: Needs
Rating: R
Author: Fun in Dysfuntion
Disclaimer: Large chunks of this story are the property of Joss Whedon, Jacquie Lawrence, and the various multi-conglomerate media corporations.
Distribution: Cut, paste, print, create collages with it, enjoy. Just give my pseudonym credit.
Feedback: Feed the FID. Please leave a message at the end of the thread.
Pairing: W/T
Author Notes: This story was heavily inspired by a UK short film called Double Entente (1994) by Jacquie Lawrence. Willow’s POV.
Summary: Sequel to Wants.

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I send a small prayer to the C++ deities, hoping the code will run smoothly this time. I lean back in my chair, watching text sprawl across the computer screen. It blurs, resembling a crawling inkblot. My eyes are tired, my head pounding. The bright fluorescent lights in this computer lab are not helping. I glance at the clock in the corner of my screen and inwardly curse. I know I’m nowhere near finishing this project.

I have to call. I don’t want to call. I hate disappointing Tara. Will she forgive me this time? Leaving the computer room, I walk outside the building to make my phone call. Away from the harsh lights and stagnant air, I already feel better. With the phone to my ear, I wait for her to answer. “Hi baby,” she says. Her voice never fails to give me shivers.

“I can’t make it tonight. I can’t get the program to run. I need more time to work on it. I’m so sorry, hon,” I tell her, feeling frustrated and guilty about breaking yet another date.

Her words comfort me, but I know I let her down. I can tell. Her voice is slightly higher than normal when she says, “I’ll see you later.”

Back in the lab, I attempt to fix the code to make it run correctly. I want to finish this project. ‘But, to what end and for what price?’ a bitter inner voice asks. I know the answer. A hallow accolade bartered with time that should be spent with Tara. I sigh.

I need to get away from here.

I walk to the Espresso Pump. As I enter from the side entrance, I can see her staring at strangers walking by the windows. I buy a mocha and stand near her. I want her to be surprised and happy to see me. Instead, I’m greeted with a look of irritation flitting across her features as she grudgingly allows me to share her table. I don’t blame her. I can’t.

Silence is not my friend. I’ve never been good with dealing with the awkward pauses in conversations. My first instinct is to fill the void with banalities strung together by an invisible thread woven by my panicked synapses. I ignore that impulse. Instead, I watch her as I sip my drink. I can tell she’s upset. She doesn’t even want to look in my direction.

In a pathetic attempt to break the tension with self-deprecating irony, I ask her if she is waiting for someone.

“Not any more,” she replies, giving me hope. I smile in relief.

“I’m so sorry I’ve let school take away from our time together,’ I apologize. I want to salve the hurt that I’ve caused. My eyes search hers as I whisper ardently, “I get all focus-girl with school, and I forget what matters most to me…you.”

I need to reconnect, to touch her hand. It’s a small gesture, but even the most innocent caresses are enough to provoke my desire for her. She pauses. She’s still a little hurt by how I’ve disregarded our time. ‘Forgive me,’ my eyes plead. She takes my hand as we leave the coffee house.

Walking into our dorm room, I light our candles. I shed my jacket and gaze at her. Shyness suddenly overcomes me. Unable to verbalize my desires, I hesitate.

I need us.

She reacts instantaneously. Warm arms draw me close. I feel her tongue brush across my lower lip before she enters my mouth. I moan into her mouth as my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body into mine. My hands knead the muscles of her back. Blood pounds in my ears. She tugs harshly to remove my shirt. Breathing raggedly, I can feel the intimate caress of her eyes on me. My body responds to her gazes, her touch.

I need her.

Her seductive voice makes me tremble. I drop my head onto her shoulder. My knees are weak. I kiss her neck, working my way to her collarbone and nibbling at her flesh while I undo the buttons on her shirt. My lips brush hers teasingly. Whimpers emanate from her throat as her hands in my hair crush my lips to hers to deepen the kiss. Her velvet tongue slips over mine. I capture it, sucking gently and sliding my lips along her tongue. The vibrations from her groan tickle my lips. My fingers nimbly dance to loosen fasteners of our clothes. The discarded items pool around our legs.

Tumbling onto our bed, our bodies tangle in an intimate caress as we fulfill our needs.
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Finis

[fun in dysfuntion]

Hello,

The two short stories are meant to be read both individually and together. I wanted the tone in each story to be distinct and to be read as a whole differently. I would love any feedback on my success on this or anything really.

Christina:
Bless your soul for leaving feedback. I'm glad you enjoy the POV aspect of this story. I love to speculate about how and what people are thinking. And, with W/T it's even more fun for me.

Cheers,
teddy

[Tonto]

Wow! Well done......that was brilliant. I love how you let the words just flow right through the fic. For a second........just one second......I thought that maybe Tara was cheating on Willow.......bad me!

Dilated pupils darken her green eyes.

I loved how you never really told us it was Willow until the second to the last line but it was simple quotes like the one above that subtly give it away. I love when I, as the reader, am asked to get into the story to understand all aspects.

Window seats make me feel like I’m at an aquarium.

I often sit in a window seat when I am alone at a restaurant or coffee shop. I have never thought of it giving an aquarium view but it totally makes sense.

Please write more fics like these.

You have a style all your own and you are absolutely fantastic at it!

EDITED TO SAY: Hey! You have 1 more post than I do......that sucks.

[sam]

Hii..I love this..it was so great..so full of emotion . Love sam xx

[Boschi]

Spiffiness!

Just wanted to say I got a kick out of rereading the first account after getting some context from the second. Knowing it was hesitant forgiveness on Tara's part made it an entirely different read - kudoes.

You capture Willow's guilt and need for forgiveness well - having been late home from work innumerable times I definitely relate. The little detail about Tara's voice rising a bit as she spoke to Willow on the phone was an excellent way to build some tension.

Thanks and regards,

Boschi

[HalfCamel]

Hallo Hallo

You did a great job! I love how you were able to show, and get across, how one situation could produce such contrasting and powerful emotions and feelings.

When I was reading Tara's POV she's bitter and then her woman walks in and she seemed to me to be a little flirtatious and playing hard to get. And also kinda like she was getting back at being stood up.

And then I read Willow's POV, and Tara's POV seems to take a completely different tone. But mostly because I'm now seeing it through Willow's eyes.

And at the end of both parts, when they're walking out of the Espresso Pump, they seem to mesh. Like the different feelings they're experiencing converge into one and the same.

Do you get it? Am I making any sense? Or do I just sound insane and like a rambling fool now? My goodness, sweatheart, you've brought out the insaneness of me. And now I'm embarrassed. So I'm leaving now.

[sam7777]

I like how the two POV reflect two very different emotional states. Tara's POV is mostly a tantalizing mystery till the end while Willow's tells us more of what's going on which is again like the two characters. Can't wait till we HAVE the third part. The tiltes work very well with the story and aren't silly at all.

[fun in dysfuntion]

Hello,

Thank you for leaving feedback. It's always appreciated.

Tonto

I'm glad I was able to convey the potential of an affair on Tara's part. It was my attempt to add a little complexity to Tara beyond the BtVS canon. Honestly, I've never been convinced my words flow. I try. This is not my typical genre of writing. My writing is normally non-fiction & academic in nature. So, thank you for appreciating what flow I have been able to produce.

sam
I'm glad I was able to sucessfully represent the emotions of this piece. Meandering thoughts I can do because I have many of them. But, emotions? *sigh* This is a tough one for me. Thank you for enjoying it.

Boschi

Oh, Boschi...
Have I mentioned this latest addition to my madness was inspired by you? In Wants, I purposely wanted the first part to be confusing until the end. And, in trying to push the illusion that Tara is cheating, I needed her to appear hesistant as if she knew she had prior commitments and going with this person would tarnish her current relationship. But, why hesistate? You're question sparked a flurry of ideas where I decided I would try to add another layer of complexity to the story by trying to weave two different tones into what is essentially a single piece. Thus, in the second part, Tara's hurt & Willow's need for forgiveness was born.

HalfCamel

I love how you were able to show, and get across, how one situation could produce such contrasting and powerful emotions and feelings.

Yeah! I'm glad you were able to see this. I really tried to create two very, very different perspectives surrounding a single event. I guess I've always believed that although people understand the general information conveyed from one another when they communicate, they arrive at this information by completely different routes. Perhaps it's my own level of insanity.

And at the end of both parts, when they're walking out of the Espresso Pump, they seem to mesh. Like the different feelings they're experiencing converge into one and the same.

Again, I am stunned I was able to get this across in my stories. From the point they are in the dorm room, I was attempting to show how Tara's wants and Willow's needs complement one another. Again, my own personal bias that this is part of building a strong relationship.

I hope you don't disappear. I enjoy reading what you thought of my work.

sam7777
Ah, I'm ecstatic you were able to see the two different personalities in the two pieces. Although I often question my own sanity, I did wonder if I would be able to differentiate between Tara's and Willow's thoughts enough to make it sound as if they are really coming from two different people or just the sad sole mind of the author with way too much caffeine in her system. I don't know about a third part. I hadn't thought about it really. But, now that you have mentioned it....I will have my little brain work on it.

Thank you everyone for your feedback.
Cheers,
teddy

[Boschi]

Oh dear god Teddy, don't do this to me.

You write these two stories that work so well together and then you say I inspired you in some way?!!! Are you out of yer mind? Even if I just inspired you to confuse I'm now far more flummoxed than I was in the first place - I've got an update stewing on my hard drive at the mo, and now feel like I need to edit, re-edit, and then possibly delete it in a fit of inadequacy, all to meet some sort of dreadful inspirational standard.

Gak! I say, and Gak! again. Life was so much less stressful when no one read my damned posts...

OK, OK ... I admit I did a little happy dance when I read your reply (and Boschi does not dance), but still - no more of this nonsense. And, umm, please excuse my idiocy, but the sambuca has me a little snoozled - exactly what question "sparked a flurry of ideas"? Sorry if that is a silly question.

Keep writing! I for one will keep reading.

- Boschi