Hey Kittens, I bring you Chapter 31, and I’ll apologise in advance for the lack of phone sex. Willow hadn’t charged the battery enough and Tara’s phone died just at the end of the previous chapter, leaving everyone high and dry – lol.
But there is a bit of B/F just to tide you over.
Replies first, then the goodies.
Zampsa1975 - Way to grab them dibs Sami!
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Faith/Buffy interaction was really nice...
More of them same comming up!
nothingtosay -
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and you had to do a cliffhanger..
Yeah. I hate them, don't you?
chance -
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just enough time to poke my head in and see what's going on at the kitten, and imagine the thrill I got out of a QSM update.
Next time you poke your head in, the next chapter is here. I hope my dialogue is up to scratch this time - lol
nimloth - Vi, my friend, as usual your feedback delights me and gives my little tale a depth it doesn't really strive for but seems to all the same. I hope you like the next update just as much.
taralicious -
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The bad bad angel Tara has put the devil in Willow with her sussing out of why Willow broght her girlfriend into the digital age proving once again that the true test of when society has embraced a new technology is when they start using it for sex.
That Tara, she's bad to the bone, and she knows her girl so well:) And, it is true that we will use any new technology for purposes other than it's original intent - electric tootbrushes anyone?
amazon - I hope you're not too disappointed having waited this long for an update, but hopefully F/B will help release the tension.
katjetson - I've put a little disclaimer at the start of the next chapter just for you as there is another one of those freaky coincidences.
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The unshed tears gave way to gravity and splashed to the ground like lonely rain.
Just... wow. And, well, beautiful. (So I guess not "just wow," huh?) I *felt* this. I *know* this. I'm almost kinda tearing up thinking about how well I know this. And with that simple sentence you really gave Buffy, and her relationship with Faith, some real depth. At least for me. You hit me with a lightning bolt of sentimental. Gosh.
That time of the month again? - lol
Seriously, though, your feedback always makes me smile, it's just so damn enthuastic and I really get a sense of your enjoyment through it, so thank you. Hope you enjoy the next chapter.
That thank you goes to all of you, by the way, anyhoo, on with the show!
Title: Quiet Saturday Mornings
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love with an equally shy blonde.
Note 1: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fics on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.
Note 2: Willow is drinking Corona with a slice of lime because that is my drink of choice at the moment and any similarity to her drinking habits in another fic (AAWG – if you haven’t read it, shame on you! Do it now, go!
http://thekittenboard.com/board/viewtop ... c&start=30 ) is purely coincidental
Chapter 31
Crowds of Saturday night revellers took up much so much of the floor space at The Bronze that Willow wondered if it was the only place open for business that night.
The heat and the noise almost knocked her off her feet as she and Spike pushed their way to the bar. The crowd parted as Spike led the way with Willow trailing in his wake. He certainly had a presence, Willow mused as she watched the sweep of his black leather duster almost brush people from his path.
“What do want to drink, Red?” Spike asked in loud voice as they reached the bar, elbowing his way in and making a space for Willow.
“Ooh, um, beer…Corona with a slice of lime,” Willow decided as she peered over the counter and looked into the chiller cabinets facing her.
“Sounds good, I think I’ll join you. Are you sure this Anya bird will be here?” he asked drumming on the bar top in time to the band that rocked on the small stage.
“Yep, Tara’s bringing her. Don’t tell me big bad Spike is worried he’ll get stood up?” Willow teased and slapped him on the arm for added effect.
Spike was about to answer when the bartender arrived and asked for their order with a nod of his head.
“Two Corona, mate, and make sure they’re cold ones,” he told the bartender, turning to Willow he said “I feel like I’m gonna burst into flames it’s so damn hot in here.”
Willow nodded in agreement and suggested he take off his coat and check it in at the cloakroom.
“You’ve got to be bloody joking, I don’t leave this anywhere I can’t see it, people would kill for a coat like this,” he rolled his shoulders and wiped imaginary dust from the shiny black lapels.
Willow wanted to laugh, but Spike seemed so serious about his coat that she let it go, “Drinks,” she said pointing to the bartender who had set the two bottles on the bar and stood with his hand out awaiting payment.
Spike pulled a ten dollar bill from the pocket of his tight black jeans and slapped it into the bartenders hand just before Willow grabbed at his arm and pointed in the direction of the door.
“There they are, look,” the redhead said with a giddiness that reminded Spike of an excited child at Christmas who has seen their presents for the first time.
Spike looked in the direction of Willow’s excitement and cast a discerning eye over the girl his companion was pointing at. His expression was one of approval as he watched her walk through the crowd, her head moving from side to side as she scanned the room for looking for him and Willow.
Willow was now bouncing up and down on the spot waving for all she was worth to attract the attention of his date and her girlfriend, and she almost melted on the spot when she finally made eye-contact with lover and was rewarded with a lopsided grin that blossomed into a full-on one hundred watt smile.
“That’s one fit bird you’ve bagged for me Red, blonde, bountiful,” he said as his hands rose to chest level in a universal gesture that made Willow narrow her eyes and shoot imaginary daggers at him. He licked his lips, “And that smile, a real winner” he nodded, “yours isn’t bad either, a bit on the skinny side though.”
“Hey!” scowled Willow and punched him on the arm, “that’s Tara, she’s mine, well, not mine in the owning sense, but mine in the girlfriend sense, the skinny one, she yours, and put your hands down, you’re not allowed to pretend-weigh Tara’s boobs. Gawd, you’re disgusting,” she said glaring at Spike.
Spike just shrugged and lifted the beers from the bar and pocketed the change that was sitting beside it. He handed a beer to Willow and gave her a cheeky grin, “What’s the bint’s name again, Tanya isn’t it?”
“It’s Anya,” Willow said with a sigh of frustration as Spike raised a scarred eyebrow in amusement, “how many times do I need to tell you that, and what the hell is a bint?” she asked loudly as Tara and Anya finally reached them.
“Oh, I know,” chirped Anya, “it’s a derogatory term for a girl or women, not as bad as bitch, and it can be used affectionately, but most times not.”
Willow looked at Anya with knitted brows and wondered if Tara’s friend knew that she was the bint in question, but it was a fleeting thought as Tara leaned in and hugged her, with a soft kiss to her cheek her lover faced her with a loving smile, “Hi, sweetie, I missed you.”
Willow followed suit and hugged her girlfriend to her with a caress to Tara’s cheek, “I missed you too baby, and I’ll show you just how much later,” the redhead whispered in her girlfriends ear.
With a blush Tara pulled away and motioned with her eyes and incline of her head to Anya and Spike, Willow looked confused for just a second and then realised that they had completely ignored their companions who were watching them with patient indulgence.
“Oops, sorry,” apologised Willow extricating herself reluctantly from Tara’s embrace, “um, Spike this is my girlfriend Tara, and her friend,” she indicated with her hand, palm-up, “Anya. This is Spike,” she said indicating the bleach blonde who was now reaching out to shake hands with Tara and Anya.
“Spike?” questioned Anya as she shook hands with him, and before he could answer her, he heard a laugh coming from the redhead beside him.
“Or you can call him William,” chuckled Willow, before leaning in to whisper in Spikes ear, “that’ll teach you to ogle my girlfriend,” her sweet tones carried a hint of protectiveness that was not lost on him.
He pursed his lips as he gave Willow a dirty look that was quickly replaced with a grin as he saw Willow slip her hand into Tara’s and give it a comforting squeeze.
“It’s Spike,” he told Anya emphatically so as to remove any confusion over his epithet, “and it’s a pleasure to meet you. So, Anya, Tara, what’s your poison?” he asked pointing to his Corona.
“There are many to choose from, and each has its attributes, but my preference would be arsenic, it can be administered in small doses so that toxicity builds up and eventually kills the victim. I could be in the next state before they die” Anya said with a cheery smile completely oblivious to the shocked expressions of Willow and Tara, and the ‘what the fuck’ look Spike was giving her.
Willow nudged her girlfriend to attract her attention and when Tara turned her face to her Willow put her index finger up to her temple and moved it in a circular motion, and mouthed, “She’s crazy, and scary.”
Tara nodded, and though she was used to Anya and her eccentric ways, this was even a little out there for her. Feeling a sudden need for alcohol she reached for Willow’s beer and downed the half of it wondering if Anya was going to scare Spike off before the date even began.
Spike, on the other hand, eventually burst out laughing, “I like your style, but I meant what would you like to drink?”
“I was being literal again wasn’t I?” she turned to Tara, “I thought we agreed you would stop me doing that?” she complained good-humouredly to her best friend.
Tara gave Anya a smile and said with fondness and total honesty, “Its part of your charm, don’t ever change.”
Although, you could tone it down a bit.
Willow could only think her girlfriend was nuts, in the brief times she had encountered Anya she had formed the impression that the girl in question was a bona-fide, one hundred percent, twenty four carat fruit-loop, and now there was possible psychotic tendencies to add to the mix. Feeling very sure of her assessment, she stood closer to Tara and slipped her arm around her lover’s waist needing the comfort that contact with Tara brought her,
it’s not just because Anya scares me, she told herself bravely.
“Thank you,Tara, I think it’s charming too,” Anya said with satisfaction, “Spike, I would like something with a kick, why don’t you decide, that way I can see how generous you are.”
Spike laughed aloud again and winked at her, “That can work both ways, love. Tara, is beer okay for you?” He registered Tara’s nod and turned to lean on the bar and trying to attract the attention of the bartender who was busy with thirsty customers demanding his service, so he missed the broad grin on Anya’s face that said she wouldn’t mind a little quid pro quo.
Tara felt that Anya and Spike were getting along just nicely thank you, and when Anya smiled and gave her a ‘thumbs up’, she began counting the minutes until she and Willow could make their excuses and leave.
“He’s very handsome isn’t he, and I really like that bad boy look. I think this evening could turn out to be successful, so I think you and Willow could leave. Go. Go now if you want,” Anya encouraged with a wave of her hand toward the exit.
“Are you sure? Because, you know, we could stay a little longer just in case…ow! Sorry, cramp, damn,” Tara glared at Willow who smiled sweetly ignoring the fact she had kicked her girl’s ankle to shut her up. Tara’s glare morphed into mock annoyance when she felt Willow’s hand surreptitiously rub over the swell of her ass, “Well, if you’re sure,” she said smiling when she felt a gentle pinch on her right buttock, “um, sweetie, do you want to go?” she addressed the ‘oh so innocent but not’ redhead.
“You don’t think it would be rude? I mean is there not some sort of protocol involved when introducing people. Shouldn’t we stay just a little bit longer?” Willow said keeping the tease in her voice to a minimum, “Ow! Damn, that cramp is contagious.”
This time Tara smiled sweetly, and she leaned in so only Willow could hear and said, “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it sweetie?”
Anya watched this exchange with total amusement, “Oh, please, like you two want to be here anyway. You think I don’t know that you two want to be all naked and sweaty with the gay-type love and faux penises. Tara said you are going dancing, and unless dancing is a euphemism for lesbian sex, I doubt you’ll get any further than the nearest alleyway.”
“What, what…” Willow spluttered, “We do not use faux penises, and as for alleyways, well, that might be your style, but I’m not that kind of girl. Jeez, you’re worse than Spike. In fact, I think you’re both very suited to each other… a match made in hell! Tara, baby, can we go now, the beer is making my stomach all acidity.” For good measure she glared at Anya making it perfectly clear that it wasn’t really the beer that made her stomach clench.
Tara wondered briefly if they should consider ‘faux penises’, but quickly decided that Anya’s anatomically correct terminology had made it sound slightly squicky, so she put that though firmly to the back of her mind. Only until she forgot Anya’s words she told herself with a smile. Willow’s narrowed eye look hadn’t gone un-noticed by the blonde either despite her wandering thoughts, “Yes, sweetie, we can go. Say goodnight to Spike first though, and cancel my beer, okay?”
“Okay,” said Willow moving over to the bar to talk to Spike.
Tara let her move off and then fixed her attention on Anya, “Monday. You and I will be having a conversation about what’s acceptable and what isn’t where Will’s concerned. And, if you don’t play nice, me and the pricing gun are gonna have some fun marking everything down by ten percent. See ya!”
Anya was so horrified at Tara’s threat to cut her profit margin she didn’t see the playful smirk on the blondes face as Tara tuned away from her and went to Willow and Spike.
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“Do you think we should get out of bed? We have been here almost twelve hours, not counting comfort breaks, and I think I’m getting bed sores,” said a very naked and happy Buffy Summers.
“Tell me were you’re sore and I’ll kiss you better,” said Faith in a sultry voice that made Buffy shiver, “are you sore here?” she asked with a kiss to Buffy’s collar bone, “or here?” her lips puckering to kiss soft skin at the base of the blonde’s throat, “here?” kiss, “or here?”
“Oh God, yes, there,” groaned Buffy as Faith’s lips closed around her erect nipple, “sore, so very, very sore,” she groaned again holding Faith by her tousled and tangled hair and pulling her tight against her breast.
Buffy had been somewhere between cloud nine and heaven since Faith had said ‘I think I love you too’. They had made love and talked and made love some more. At times, it had been gentle with caresses and words as light as summer rains that soaked into the parched ground of her heart and made it swell with emotions unknown to her before. At others, her overwhelming need for Faith brought out a rawness that she had only glimpsed.
However, it had been the quiet conversation in the dead of night, cocooned in the darkness that had the most impact on her soul. Wrapped up in the blankets and lying in each other’s arms they had exchanged confidences and kisses in equal measure until the sun peeked in the window to cast a soft haze upon their pillow.
Lost as she was in her thoughts Buffy hadn’t really registered the slow lazy movement of Faith’s mouth. Soft wet kisses slid over warm skin leaving a glistening trail of love in their wake, and questing hands pushed smooth thighs apart opening Buffy to admit the artful tongue of her lover.
Buffy cried out as Faith’s tongue delved and swirled in her folds, circling her clit before latching on with her lips and pulling the hard bundle of nerves into her warm mouth and holding it there with enough suction that her tongue came into play again with a series of flicks that resulted in Buffy’s hips shooting into the air, “Oh, fuck me,” she groaned when Faith entered her with two fingers.
Faith quickly shifted onto her knees, and looked down at her prone lover as she pushed and writhed on her questing fingers.
“You’re fucking beautiful, B,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion.
Buffy tensed as the first spark of orgasm flared within her. She held her breath not wanting to go over the edge, just wanting to be held on the precipice of pleasure forever.
Faith felt the tightness around her fingers and quickened her thrusts, “Come for me Buffy, let it go.”
Hovering between conscious thought and complete oblivion Buffy heard Faith say her name in full. It became the catalyst that made the spark a flame. Blood roared and coursed through her body, her hips ground down hard against Faith’s fingers, taking them deep inside.
Faith pushed harder and angled her thumb to give friction to Buffy’s clit that stood proud and pink from intense arousal. She fell forward and captured an erect nipple between moist lips sucking and nipping at the hard pebbled nub as Buffy’s pelvis rocked against her hand.
Incoherent sounds issued from Buffy’s parched throat and the vibration shook her body as the last vestiges of her orgasm dissipated. With a soft moan she relaxed her limbs and lay limp beneath her lover who remained inside her, “You said my name,” Buffy told her in a voice that was barely a whisper.
Faith gave a throaty laugh that tickled Buffy’s nipple, “I guess that means I love you, B.”
“I guess I love you too…F”
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On the way to the Stiff Kitten Tara had apologised for Anya’s behaviour and explained that her friend was actually quite sweet when you got to know her. Willow wasn’t convinced but told her girlfriend that she would try better to get along with Anya.
“After all,” she said, “if you like her she must have some redeeming qualities. Maybe she’s like food that you don’t initially like, ya know, like broccoli or lima beans, and then the more you have to eat them the more you get used to them. She’s an acquired taste. I just have to get used to the taste of her.”
Though Tara understood Willow’s analogy and thought it incredibly cute, something within her didn’t like the sound of her girlfriend getting used to the taste of anyone but her. It was irrational, she knew that, but the thought of Willow with anyone but herself made Tara feel incredibly jealous.
Suddenly, and without warning, Willow was pulled into the nearest shop doorway by a very determined Tara who had barely pushed her girlfriend against the metal shutter of the doorway before unleashing the mother of all kisses on her.
Willow was breathless, lightheaded, disorientated and confused as Tara plundered her mouth with an incessant tongue, but that didn’t stop her enjoying the sensation. Tara-lips and Tara-tongue for whatever reason was just fine and dandy with her, and when she felt Tara-thigh pressing against her groin Willow groaned loudly and pushed her hips forwards and wrapped her arms around her lover’s waist.
Tara heard and felt Willow’s groan and she pulled her needy mouth away from the warm sweet lips that she would never tire of kissing and latched onto her lover’s neck sucking and nipping, wanting to leave a mark that told the world Willow was hers.
“Oh, God, Tara, that feels so good, but we need to stop,” Willow said with a reluctant sigh as Tara’s tongue soothed her burning flesh with long flat strokes.
“I know,” Tara mumbled still caressing the mark she surely had left, “I love you, Willow, and I don’t want you tasting anyone but me.”
“What?” Willow said half laughing at the surreal nature of Tara’s words.
Tara let out a long groan and started laughing, “I said that last part out loud didn’t I?” The blonde raised her head, stood straight and put both her hands on the redheads shoulders. She looked directly at Willow and said firmly “I don’t want you tasting anyone but me.”
In the dim light of the doorway Willow could see the seriousness in Tara’s eyes and the total conviction of her words sent a quiver down her spine.
“You’re jealous,” Willow said as a grin broadened into a wide smile, “I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone feel jealous before. I kinda like it.”
“I didn’t think I was the jealous type, but when you talked about Anya like that, something just snapped, ya know. Oh God, Will, just the thought of you with someone else…” Tara said trailing off not really knowing how to finish her sentence, and feeling foolish for over-reacting to a nothing statement in the first place.
Willow smiled at her lovingly and reached up to push a strand of hair behind Tara’s ear, her fingertips tickling slightly, but enough, to make the blonde smile too.
“I don’t want anyone else, ever. I love you, and there’s nothing and no-one that’ll ever make me feel the way you do,” Willow said with complete honesty, and her heart gave a little flip-flop as Tara leaned forward to kiss her again, “not even Faith’s bare naked boobies.”
Willow dissolved into giggles as Tara pulled back and gave her an icy stare, and Willow was suddenly gripped with the notion that she shouldn’t have said anything about anyone’s boobs. So much for lightening the mood, Willow thought looking for the ladder to get out of the hole she had dug for herself. She placed her hands on Tara’s waist and stroked her thumbs back and forth looking for and offering comfort in the small movements.
“I didn’t look, honest, baby,” Willow said her mirth leaving her rapidly as Tara’s eyes narrowed, nervously she continued, “it was just for a second, a nano-second, less even. They barely registered on my retinas.”
The redhead chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes full of apologies sitting in a hangdog expression.
Tara placed her hands over Willow’s wrists and held them tightly, she felt the pulse under her fingers, erratic little jumps that told her exactly what her girlfriend was feeling. Tara pursed her lips, to tamp down the quirky half smile that threatened to tell Willow too much, and she pulled Willow’s hands from her waist. Tara could see the confusion on her lover’s face, and with a quick upward movement she raised both their arms’ over Willow’s head. Her jealousy, that had flared so quickly, died away in the same manner, and now she wanted to have a little fun, make her lover feel the way she had.
The redhead gasped as her wrists where pinned against the metal shutter, fear and excitement jostled for pole position, not quite knowing where Tara was going with this.
You made her angry, doofus. Don’t tell her she’s beautiful when she’s angry, just shut up now, don’t make it worse. Fuck, she’s damn sexy…
Tara moved in closer, Willow could feel hot breath breeze across her lips, her pulse raced and Tara’s grip on her wrists tightened again in response. Her heartbeat practically tripled when Tara pushed her thigh between her legs.
“You didn’t look, huh?” Tara asked, punctuating her question with a bump of her hips. Her tone was demanding and it got Willow’s full attention, and an answer.
“No.”
“I would have,” Tara said quite seriously, smirking at the look of disbelief that was quickly becoming a scowl Willow’s face, “does that make you jealous?”
She didn’t give Willow time to answer, Willow didn’t even have time to think as Tara captured her lips in a kiss that broke through all of her confusion as she felt a smile play against her mouth before Tara slipped her tongue in to claim her girlfriend once again.
“Jeez, girlies, get a room.”
A familiar voice resounded in the cosy space of the doorway making a very flustered Willow and Tara pull apart and turn their heads sharply in the direction of the laughter that followed the comment.
Tara coughed and spluttered, and Willow blushed a bright a red as they saw Buffy and Faith on the sidewalk.
“Um…Tara, hands,” Willow said quietly and flicked her eyes upwards at where her lover still had her wrists pinned.
“Sorry. Oh, shit, we are so busted,” she whispered freeing Willow’s wrists from her grip and moving away.
Buffy was still sniggering at catching her friends in flagrante, and Faith just gave them a look of total approval.
“Way to go, Blondie, I never knew you had it in you, and here I always though Red would be the dominant one” she said, making both Willow and Tara blush even more.
Willow looked at Tara and mouthed ‘trust me’, and then smiled somewhat impishly, “This is entirely your fault, you know,” she said directing an accusing gaze at the brunette.
“My fault? How the hell is it my fault you two can’t keep it in your pants,” Faith said with a touch of indignance and confusion.
Willow took Tara’s hand, squeezing it before letting go and walking to where Faith and Buffy stood, “Yeah, your fault. You showed me your boobies.”
There was total silence as Buffy’s sniggering ceased, and Willow gave Faith a wink before turning to Tara who was casually leaning against the shutter watching her girl at work.
“C’mon, baby, let’s boogie,” she said innocently, holding her hand out to Tara.
“When the hell did Willow see your tits?”
As they both walked away they couldn’t help but smile as Buffy’s voice echoed in the quiet street.
TBC