Title: The Sorceress
Author: Rocktoddy
Summary: A summary? You want a summary? Just go read it! Geek girl falls down while trying to impress cool chick and so chick saves girl. That’s pretty much it.
Disclaimer: : I own nothing of the Buffyverse. The characters of Willow Rosenberg and Tara Maclay are the sole property of Joss Whedon & ME, blablabla, who cares, I don't but it's the law and I wouldn't want to mess with her cuz she's a tough chick.
Rating: PG13
Feedback: Oh that'd be just swell since this is my first fic post.
Notes: This was just something I had flouncing in my mind. Nothing serious, just, y'know, Willow and Tara. Pay no mind to the craziness. And the crack. And Xander. Oh and you'll notice I'm a little obsessed with a certain someone's slightly ajar mouth. Apologies for that too. Hee.
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A Walk in the Park
Buffy Summers and Xander Harris were walking side by side through their neighborhood just enjoying what was going to be one of the last summer days, basking themselves in the late afternoon sun. After all, it was back to school again in a couple of days which probably meant back to demon bad!-bad!-no-no's.
The summer seemed the only time when there was absolutely no rumble in the Hell jungle and honestly, it scared the crap outta' the Slayer. For her it was like she could only sit and wait for the bad things to happen. And bad things happened when it was back to school time, so it double-sucked. For Xander it meant all-round sucking, because, you know. Xander. School. Those two don't mix.
After a while Xander sighed. "Buffy, have I ever told you lately-"
"Quit it Harris. In this fic, we're just filler. So don't pretend you like to have a conversation with me when all you want to do is jump my bones."
"Um. Okay." He shrugged blankly and continued to walk on.
"Besides, I have Ri-"
At that precise moment they heard an energized voice coming from behind them, making them turn around.
"Hey, you guys! Whatchadoing?" A young girl asked them casually, if not somewhat out of breath.
It was the ever hyper fluffy-clad form of the redheaded super whiz/witch-to-be Willow Rosenberg and she had been jogging to catch up with them. Moving closer, her friends clearly noticed the also new and spiffy tan Willow was sporting.
Willow's parents decided to do something different for a change and suggested Willow to go with them on a trip to the ever so lovely Caribbean. They figured that that would make up for their absence throughout the rest of the year. Willow didn't mind though. As much as she loved her friends, she'd rather be sipping exotic drinks on beautiful white-sanded beaches, lingering the lazy days away, gawking at all the all-you-can-eat-eye-popping-candy that strode by in skimpy bikini's and formfitting bathing suites while her parents ooh'd and aah'd over all the cultural sightings they could lay their academic eyes on, than to be on the Jossian Hellmouth for another day when there really was no need for her to be there at all. *Gasp.*
Because that world she lived in pretty much sucked ass.
And if you think the aforementioned isn't like Willow at all, bear in mind that she is on a FREAKING vacation and dude, while being on a continent where nobody knows your name, it is pretty easy to trace slick bouncy curves behind dark sunglasses without anyone noticing.
"Hey, Will! When did you get back?" Buffy asked after she'd enveloped her friend in a solid hug. Xander saw his chance and tried to get a hug too, but Willow simply ignored his desperate expression and dove right into the story, leaving a peeved Xander behind.
"Yesterday, late last night. Darn jetlag. You know, those things really bug me. You hear stuff about it and you think, "Oh get over it! It's only your perception of time, stop being such a baby, blabla," but jetlag really does exist! Heh." She paused a sec to ponder about it with a frowny face. "Who'da thunk?"
"Right." Buffy raised her brows as the three of them started to walk on. "Anyway, did you have a good time?"
"Oh yeah... very good… of the time…" Willow said nimbly, remembering all the nice little parties those Jamaican locals could throw. "Ooh and I brought you guys something!" She jerked up and searched the big pockets of her bright red tunic.
"Here." She said triumphantly as she handed over the wrapped gifts to her impatient friends. Xander quickly grabbed the package from Willow's hands and unwrapped it in record time. With a vague look on his face he regarded the unveiled object in front of him.
"Uhm, Will?" He grinned sheepishly. "Is this what I think it is?"
Buffy had unwrapped her present too and stood blinking at it for a couple of very long moments, before she realized what it was.
"A CRACKPIPE?!" She shrieked as she gazed up into Willow's innocent green eyes. Who, in defiance, only shrugged and bit her lip.
"It's not for actual using purposes, you know, just a little souvenir from my chillin' buddies in Jamaica. I thought it would be funny." She smirked impishly, her mind floating back to things too explicit and naughty to describe in this fic. But, lemme tell ya, it was fun! Ya mon!
"Willow, we may be a couple of crazed teenagers, but we still say 'no' to drugs." Buffy feigned the responsible one and gave the pipe back to dreamy Willow. "Besides, I don't have any crack."
"Well... " Willow leaned forward to the Slayer and whispered, "There are other stuff you can use it's profitable shape for... like for instance, how I know you use that stake of yours. Biblically." The apparently not-so-innocent hacker grinned as she pulled back and saw Buffy's face transform into a horrid expression.
"Oh my God, Willow!" She chided but smoothly did claim back her 'present' and stuffed it into the insides of her jacket, right next to her stake. "You're turning as bad as Xander!"
"What? What?" Xander spun on his heels, while a mysterious puff of smoke drifted up around him. "Did I miss something?"
Buffy and Willow looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Xander started laughing too, only it sounded more like giggling and because he had no reason to giggle it only made the laugh-fest more funny to the girls, that they started laughing even harder.
"Oh Will, how I've missed you." Buffy threw her arm around her geeky friend after the laughter had subsided.
"Yep, Buff, me too." The aspirant-witch swept fake tears from her eyes. "Because how will I ever be able to make fun of Xander without you here by my side to share the pleasure with?"
"Yeah..." Buffy sniffled. "To you and all the rest of this world, I'm very much needed. " She sighed and they both looked at Xander again who was still giggling. There were some people whom the world could live happily without. Or maybe not. Without Xander, there wouldn't be that comedy factor that made their lives easier to bear.
"So..." Buffy decided for something cheerful to discuss and faced her redheaded buddy again. "Seen any cute hotties?" She asked while wiggling her eyebrows.
"Um..." Willow wondered how she could answer the question without completely lying her ass off.
Another exhausting Scooby activity; dodging the truth. She figured Buffy didn't denote the kind of hotties she thought were hot, but hey, she *had* seen some cute hotties, so...
"Yeah, I've seen quite my share of hottyness to last me a lifetime." She voiced wickedly, thinking fondly of those cute voluptuous girly clerks back at the hotel.
Buffy glanced at Xander and saw his happy giggly face suddenly faltered. 'Oh you poor dumb thing.' She sympathized with him in her mind. 'If only you had that someone special in your life who'd actually care about you.' She sighed, 'Oh well.'
The group of friends chit-chatted on about summer, the latest gossip and hell-fashions when they found themselves standing at the base of a newly build park.
"You guys," Willow frowned. "Did they conjured this up when I was gone or...?" Patiently she waited for an explanation.
Xander shrugged. "All we know is that there used to be an old folks home here and now there's a skate park!" He laughed a belly jiggling laugh and his face broke out into a Cheshire cat like grin. "The amazing wonders that is youthly petitions and construction work." The dark-haired young man lost his focus as he daydreamed about young construction workers and their sweat soaked shiny bare chests and bulky p- um... safety helmets.
Willow, long forgotten her company, stared openly at the scenery that displayed in front of her, her mouth slightly ajar.
For there was not only a brand-new park just around the corner of her street, there were skaters too. And not only cool skater boys, there was one particular skater girl that drew her attention and stood out among all the others.
The gracious form of a young woman practically floated above ground, rolling with the greatest ease towards a ramp, then everything that she was leaped high up in the air and did an amazing 180. Her golden hair billowed and chased her like a golden wave upon the sea-breeze. The girl wore baggy kaki skate pants and a red and white baseball jersey. Though the jersey was not too tight, Willow could clearly trace the curves and dips and soft shapes that molded her body. And every time she bladed faster to gain speed, she lend a bit forward, so Willow could easily identify the magnificent roundness of her perfectly padded and delicious ass.
"Will...?" Buffy waved her arms in front of her hacker friend, then nudged her a bit. Not too hard though because last time she had given Will a push, the redhead ended up staggering backwards, tumbling down and then Xander, the idiot, had stepped on her hand. It broke. Willow had given both Buffy as well as Xander the silent treatment for over a week because they made her computer-handicapped... FOR OVER TWO MONTHS!!! And that, my friends, made Willow a wee bit cranky.
"Hello, anybody in there, Wills?" She did her little bob of the head routine, but then decided for the bigger, em, guns. Or stick. Or whatever.
"Xander could you help me out he-...?" But then, as expected, she saw her other friend with the same expression on his face, only he had his mouth wide agape, big wads of drool dripping on the edges and the entire length of his tongue spread out, mumbling, "Paaaahaaants..."
"Great." She let out with a big sigh. "Everybody's getting horny but me. At least I've got Riley." Then she realized who Riley was and dejectedly let her head hang with a sad huff.
"B-B-Buff, Buffy?" Willow choked out finally, her mouth still slightly ajar, tongue resting comfortably against the inside of her lower lip.
"Yeah?" She answered hopefully, her hand reaching halfway inside her jacket.
"Who's that?" She lifted a limp finger up to point at the cause of her temporary brain meltdown. Buffy followed her line of sight and answered droopily,
"Oh her." Buffy dropped her hand. "She's some new someone. I don't know her real name, but they call her 'The Sorceress'." Willow quickly glanced an questioning look at the Slayer. "Don't look at me! I dunno either what that's all about, but the word is she's like the undefeatable Queen of Skate. Halfpipe, Street, Pool, you name it, she's got it..."
'Oh... Oh she does...' Willow sighed in her mind. Knowing that she couldn't stare at the babe on wheels any more than she already had, a plan formed in her mind. A stupid plan maybe, but a plan nonetheless. Willow liked plans.
"...and inline isn't even her specialty. I hear she excels at skateboarding."
Willow by now, had started to breath excessively through her ever slightly ajar mouth, then flicked her tongue out casually to lick over her paper-dry lips.
"Um, Buffy, could you, maybe..." She turned to see Xander who was still in Village People wonderland. "Bring Xander home? He doesn't look so..." She took a fleeting glance at him. "...good."
"Wow, like that's an unexpected turn of events." Buffy snorted at her own joke, but seeing Willow's resolve face, or rather the primal expression that graced that face, she quietly shuffled out of sight, a bulk of a man in her hold. She did shout though, "Great to have you back, Wills!", but Willow's attention had obviously been shifted again to watch The Sorceress play with the earth's pull like... how did they call that again? Oh right. Like 'It ain't noah thang!'
Discreetly hiding behind a big oak tree, Willow watched with eager eyes. And her mouth slightly ajar. Every time The Sorceress approached a ramp or any other obstacle, Willow would hold her breath, bite her lower lip and grip the tree's bark more firmly. And every time The Sorceress would astonish her, the skill, the flow, the experience, everything. It was almost like a part of her, so natural. And bouncy. Can't forget bouncy. And in all the right places too.
'Sweet, sweet law of gravity... How I love thee, Mr. Newton. Let me count the ways...'
Nearly unable to tear her eyes away from the blonde skater, Willow finally did manage to tear herself away and raced home as fast as she could to search the cold abysses that was the basement of her house for her old inline skates she once got for her fifteenth birthday. Willow remembered that day all so well.
She had not been too happy about the gift she'd gotten from her parents since she wanted the latest of the latest technology in the form of the newest Apple Computer but instead got... ugh... inline skates. Grumpily she had agreed to try them out, but not before she got the extended safety protection gear that went with it. Safety first was her motto!
Xander had offered to help her learn, but he also sucked at it, no matter how much he convinced himself that he was the new Tony Hawk of inline skating. Finally after much stumbling, slipping and falling, a very much frustrated Willow had chucked them off her aching feet, thrown them into the dank basement to never see the living light of day again.
Until now.
Getting up in the attire, which took her nearly thirty-freakin-minutes, she slowly went out unto the street, barely keeping herself straight up. Trying to avoid any obstacle in her way, she moved forward, slowly, rolling step by rolling step. She even managed to prevent herself from tripping over an old lady, dear old Mrs. Ellison who lived further down the street and who was now walking her dog. You wouldn't know by just looking at her, but that little white grandmamma knew some dirty four-letter words that would even make Christina Aguilera flee back into the beer bottle from which she came. This Willow found out, because that freak on a leash appeared to have quite the nasty tendency to hump anything that came within her range.
Willow was within that range. That little tail-wiggler was in serious heat. And so Ms. Rosenberg, with her devilish hot wheels from hell, almost killed a little bitch named Noxi.
Anyway, hitching and hiking Willow reached the edge of the park and stood there watching against her oak tree, which she had first hugged for dear life of course.
The blonde Sorceress was now accompanied by a group of other skaters, almost every one of them of the boy-ish kind. She could see them talking and having fun, especially laughing with The Sorceress and her exquisite banter skills. It was oh so very obvious that they were trying to get onto her good-side. Maybe even into her pants. In SkateWorld, the blonde Sorceress was Cordelia.
It did NOT made Willow more comfortable to go out and, well, make an ass out of herself. But since knowing that she lived on a Hellmouth and started to fight the good-fight, it was all Carpe Diem for her anyway.
"Okay, Willow. Here we go. Rollicking Hacker on Wheels. Whoopde-freaking-do!" And with one giant push off the tree, she glided to the middle of the open court.
Slowly. Very slowly.
The conversations at The Sorceress' corner muted down as they softly turned into ridicule as every single one of the skaters watched how Willow, dressed like a complete idiot with her yellow safety helmet crooked on her head and bright orange safety pads on her kneecaps and elbows, stumbled with her sense of balance like a newborn kitty just trying to stand for the first time.
The Sorceress, however, took the scene in with a genuine smile, if not a little curious one. It was as if she was really interested in how this situation would play out. And hey, the dorky chick had some massive cuteness going on! So she kept her eyes on the redhead, watching.
And Willow could hear the snickers and chortles from the skater boys, but it didn't matter because she knew that The Sorceress was somehow not like them. Hopefully.
"Seizethemomentseizethemomentseizethemoment..."
She glanced shyly at the Sorceress, her mouth slightly ajar...
And then it happened.
She hadn't paid much attention to where exactly she was rolling to and before she knew it, a deep, deep staircase appeared in front of her and Willow was left peering into the steep end.
"Aaaahhhh!!!" She yelped with her arms swaying frantically to all sides as the inline wheels she had been standing on lost grip of the asphalt and she fell down. She fell down and down the steps, her world gyrating upside down, sideways up and down again when a painful crunch sounded from her ankle to her leg all through her body, reverberated straight to her head. Still she fell down until...
"Ooooompfh!"
She landed right into The Sorceress' arms.
What Willow couldn't possibly have seen was the instant that she fell off the first step, The Sorceress jumped up and got into action, the adrenaline pumping in her veins as she veered off, leaped over ramps, zigzagged to dodge clueless pedestrians, slid down pipes and bumped off steps, until she made a slick u-turn and halted at the end of the culpable staircase, ready to catch this silly cute clumsy girl.
And when she did, she didn't even blink once at the sensations in her hyped-up body, at how perfect it felt to hold this girl in her arms.
Quickly checking back with her skatrr-homiez, who looked back at her with completely astonished faces, she couldn't help but feeling smug. Oh yeah, the Sorceress still ruled tha park!
Willow, who felt blissfully content there in the blonde woman's- her hero's arms, blinked hazily as a semi-drunken smile crept upon her face. She sighed deeply into The Sorceress' chest which felt oh so bountiful soft, feeling the heart beneath her thump wildly, just when the sharpest pain EVER heralded its presence in her now pink cotton candy filled brain.
"Are you a-alright?" The soft voice reaching Willow through the throbbing ache, demanding it to stay cool. If just for a moment.
"Um, yeah." Willow mumbled, opening her eyes to find herself staring into the most bluest eyes she'd ever seen in her entire life which immediately softened the agonizing pain. "You know, new... um, skate-wheel-thingies and well, you know, still have to um, ride them in."
"Right." The Sorceress laughed supportively and it so sounded like a sweet symphony to Willow's red-hot burning ears.
"I think I hurt my ankle." Willow managed to squeak out with a whimper. "The left one."
The blonde young woman looked at her ankle. "I see. Can you w-walk?" She asked sympathetically.
Willow shook her head horizontally, biting her lower lip. She absentmindedly adjusted her childish yet safe yellow helmet, for it was limiting most of her precious sight as it hung half-way over her eyes and almost fell off her weary head.
"Okay, well," The Sorceress stood up slowly, holding Willow firmly in her strong yet gentle arms. "I've s-seen this stuff happen before. Just um, hold on to me and you'll be s-safe."
With one arm slung over the blonde's shoulder, they both managed to hop over to the shaded area by her oak and sat upon the grass, leaning against the rough texture of the huge tree.
"Now let's s-see what we've got here." The young woman studied the swollen tissue, then took Willow's left leg in her hands, gently searching for any fractures.
"Does this hurt, sweetie?" She asked Willow while massaging the flesh.
Willow nodded 'no', while she couldn't help preventing a heated flush from creeping up into her cheeks. The other girl had noticed it of course, but pretended to have missed it as she worked on her ankle some more. 'This girl is tooo cute!'
"I'm Willow by the way." The hacker said with shy trepidation.
"Willow." The Sorceress repeated and looked up again, trying out the name for herself. "Pretty name." She smiled demurely."…Willow."
Willow blushed again, dipping her head down and her mouth... slightly ajar. As ever. With a slender tip of a tongue visible.
"Now tell me, pretty girl with the pretty name," The Sorceress' voice a deep shuddering wave of ultrasonic resonance as she kept the pressure on the ankle. "Do you h-happen to live near here? Because I'm thinking w-we need some ice to t-take down some of the swelling."
"Yeah, I live right there." Willow pointed in the direction of her house. "Number 8."
"Great." The girl started to stand.
"Wait!" Willow hastily grasped the girl's wrist, not wanting to let her out of her close proximity just yet.
"Y-yes?" The girl asked, waiting patiently with a serene smile gracing her oh so kissable face.
"Um, I don't think I can get home by myself..." She stammered softly, her eyes fixated on the plush, soft, chewable lips.
"I see." The Sorceress ducked to intercept Willow's obvious stare. Oh God, that slightly ajar mouth was DRIVING HER CRAZY!!! But, she decided, she wouldn't let some tempting slightly ajar mouth attached to a very cute clumsy Willow-type-girl distract her from her sacred duty.
The skatergirl resolutely moved towards the redhead to gather her up in her arms.
"Your friends," Willow suddenly spoke up and nodded at the skaters who'd lost interest in them and were engaged in conversation again. "don't you want to... won't they be... I don't know?" She hesitated coyly.
"They'll be fine." The blonde's eyes twinkled. "Come on... " She bend down to sweep the redhead up into her arms once more again and carried them both off towards Willow's home. "Let's g-get that ankle fixed."
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TBC?
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"It's like Buffy, but not really."-Amber
"See, I just came here to lip-sync."-Alyson
Edited by: Rocktoddy at: 6/18/03 6:11 am
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eheheh. So I'm curious with where this story will go heh! 
w00t baby! Keep it coming 
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