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AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: These things are a bitch to write a different account for every time, so here’s the deal; I DON’T OWN THE CHARACTERS. Never have, never will, just borrowing them to continue my existence in happy denial-land.
SUMMARY: Willow leaves the only home she’s ever known to fulfil her parent’s dream of her attending New York University, but ends up having her own dreams come true in the process.
SPOILERS: Nope. This is totally Uber. Oh, but I probably will steal some dialogue here and there.
FEEDBACK: I crave it like I crave Oreos and milk. (Which is a lot. Just to be clear.)
Chapter 19 ********
Willow tied the string of her Stetson hat and tipped it forward slightly. She checked herself out in the mirror one last time, making sure her jeans rested into her cowboy boots comfortably, her plaid shirt tucked into those jeans, her leather belt, complete with fake bullets and gun attached sat nicely across her waist and that her hat looked genuine.
She had decided on the cowboy outfit for the Halloween party after a lot of scanning of eBay pages, realising she would never be comfortable enough to wear any of the skimpy outfits advertised. Tara, taking Craig’s nagging to actually buy a real outfit for the holiday this year, had gotten her costume a couple of days previously, refusing to tell Willow what is was, only that ‘she could wear it during
and after the party’, which after the redhead figured exactly what that meant just made her want to see it even more.
Satisfied that her outfit was as complete as it was going to get, she walked out of her bedroom, sighing in frustration when she saw her girlfriend’s still closed, and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and pouring some juice from the fridge. She turned back around, almost dropping her glass when Tara appeared in the living room, in costume.
“You…oh…um…I…”
“Work on those full sentences for me, honey,” Tara smirked.
“YoulooksohotandIwanttotakenaughtyadvantageofyourighthererightnow,” Willow got out in one breath, downing her juice to cool herself down.
“You like?” Tara asked, spinning around before walking over to the redhead.
“Oh I love…what exactly are you?”
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Vampire,” Tara explained, holding up a pair of fake fangs she had in her hand, “I figured these would impede kissing so I’m going optional with them.”
Willow looked on in awe at the satin cape, black on the outside, red on the inside, the collar sticking up and tied loosely around her neck, hanging down over…
“Is that a negligee?”
“Yea,” Tara said, biting her lip, “Is that okay with you? Buying real costumes cost a fortune so I kinda had to make do. I already had the boots…”
Willow glanced down at the knee-high red leather boots, gulping as Tara continued speaking.
“So all I had to buy was the cape, which was like a dollar…and this…Maybe I should have checked with you first, though?”
“Hmm? Oh no, baby, I’m okay, totally. I mean, you’re mine, right?”
“You know I am.”
“Then that means I get to show off the hotness that is you. And hubba hubba, little lady, there is a lot of hotness in your general area.”
“You look pretty hot yourself there, cowgirl.”
“I’ve been working on my stance,” Willow said excitedly, relaxing her frame and taking her hat off, holding it against her chest, “Howdy, ma’am.”
“You are too cute. Looking forward to tonight?”
“Yea, totally. Um, my costume’s not to lame, is it?”
“It’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.”
Willow blushed and averted her eyes until she felt warm lips on her own and looked back into glinting blue depths. She felt a soft nip on her bottom lip and Tara pulled back grinning.
“Vampires like to bite…that was just a little preview for later.”
“Oh yea?” Willow whispered, and grabbed onto the brunette’s waist, bucking their hips into each other, “Well cowgirls like to ride.”
“Well this vamp must have a little cowgirl in her, ‘cause I think I might be doing some riding later.”
“You’ll definitely have some cowgirl in you later, too.”
Tara smirked, her eyes lighting up and was about to lean down for a smooch when there was a loud banging on the door.
“Craig,” they both sighed at the same time.
“That boy has the worst timing,” Tara groaned and gave the redhead a quick kiss to tide them over before going over to the door and flinging it open.
She snorted when Craig walked into the apartment, on his tippy toes, in a full fairy outfit, complete with wings.
“Subtle, dude. Very subtle.”
“Really, Craig?” Willow asked, withholding a giggle, “A fairy?”
“I’m Tinkerbell!” Craig pouted, “And – Ben, get in here! Stop hiding in the hallway!”
Ben reluctantly shuffled into the apartment, kitted out in full green attire and Craig grabbed his hand.
“And here’s my Peter Pan.”
“Peter Pan and Tinkerbell weren’t a couple,” Willow said contemplatively, “Actually, in the novel, she’s like dead at the end of it and Peter has no memory of her.”
“Wow,” Craig replied, pulling a face, “Downer.”
“Sorry,” Willow replied and looked down.
“Stop making my girlfriend feel bad,” Tara scowled, hitting him on the arm.
“I wish I’d known that,” Ben said kindly, “Maybe I could’ve managed to talk Tink here out of this outfit.”
“Oh yea. Gang up on the fairy. I feel like I’m in high school all over again,” Craig sulked.
Tara rolled her eyes and walked up to Willow, taking her hand.
“I can’t believe you haven’t even noticed that I actually bothered to dress up.”
“Oh three guesses why you choose that,” Craig smirked, brightening up, “Poor Justin, he can’t even come out tonight ‘cause of that damn job and now he’s not gonna get any sleep either.”
“Oh, he’ll be fine,” Tara said casually, “I bought him ear plugs the week after we started dating.”
“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to you guys talking about our sex life so fluidly. Uh, openly. I meant openly,” Willow said, blushing.
“I hear ya, sister,” Ben empathised, “I find it easier to imagine that they’re just talking about movie characters.”
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Okay, from now on every time I hear ‘Ben’, I’ll think Richard Gere.”
“Hey, thanks, cutie. I hear Willow, I’ll think Scarlett.”
“O’Hara?”
“Johansson.”
“We got a system, buddy,” Willow laughed, as their other halves looked on, confused.
Tara and Craig locked eyes and rolled their eyes.
“Men,” Craig scoffed
“Women,” Tara answered, before giving the redhead a quick kiss on the cheek to let her know she was joking.
“Tara, you’re gonna be freezing out there in that,” Ben said after a moment.
“Oh, I’ll keep her warm,” Willow said pleasantly, “Um, I don’t mean like I’m gonna-”
“Ew, ew, I don’t want the sordid lezzy details, please,” Craig shuddered.
“On that note, I think we should head out. Need to get to Brooklyn,” Tara replied, dragging her girlfriend towards the door.
“We’re going to Brooklyn?”
Tara turned and smiled at her girl.
“Yea, house party. You didn’t know?”
“I just assumed we were going to a club. But I’m all of the good going to a house party. Wait, are there gonna be drunk frat boys there?”
“Hopefully,” Craig smirked, eliciting a scowl from Ben, “So that I can watch their drunken debauchery and laugh at them!”
“Let’s go,” Tara smiled, knowing the interaction was all in fun but too much of it could easily lead to hurt feelings, “I have to protect Will on the subway.”
Willow playfully hit her on the arm as they all walked out of the apartment and started towards the subway station.
Forty minutes later, Craig was ringing the doorbell of a large brick house, running inside and starting to dance as soon as the door swung open.
“I swear he’s on speed sometimes,” Tara shook her head.
“Caffeine pills,” Ben replied, moving to go over to his boyfriend, “Don’t worry, he’s safe with them though.”
“You can get caffeine in pill form?” Willow asked excitedly.
“I think you’re perky enough as it is,” Tara chuckled and walked them into the kitchen, “Drink, m’lady?”
“Um, what did people in the Wild West drink?”
“Uh, whiskey.”
Tara giggled when she saw the redhead shudder, then continued speaking.
“How ‘bout I make you a Wild West Cocktail…they have all the stuff here.”
“You know cocktails?”
“Liza let me work behind the bar a couple of times. Off the books, you know.”
“What else could you make?” Willow asked, leaning on the counter filled with assorted bottles.
“Hmm,” Tara replied and leaned forward and gave the smaller girl a sensual half-smile, “A Wet and Wild Lip Tickler?”
She saw Willow’s eyebrows shoot up and her smile got wider.
“Or one of the classics? A Screaming Orgasm, maybe?”
She put a finger to her lip in mock-contemplation for a moment.
“Oh wait, I know you like. One Sweet Tight Pussy coming up.”
Willow almost choked on air and had to steady herself against the counter with both hands.
“What?” she croaked out, watching Tara pour 7-Up into a mixture of other liquids.
The brunette poured the mixed drink into two shot glasses and pushed one towards her girlfriend.
“Come on. We can drink together,” she winked.
Willow gulped and picked up the shot glass.
“I, um, thought you didn’t drink?”
“I don’t get drunk,” Tara answered, “Anymore. But one isn’t gonna kill me. And I’m already in little enough clothing as it is that even if I did get drunk I probably wouldn’t go about taking it off.”
“Okay,” Willow nodded, “I’m just gonna stick with the one too. So, um, to…”
She raised her shot and tried to think of something to toast to.
“To sweet, tight pussies,” Tara smirked with a wink, watching her girlfriend blush and downed her shot, before leaning over the counter and pulling the redhead into a steamy kiss, Willow grinning against the other girl’s lips.
Wow. She even makes blood sucking fiends hot.
I liked that post but I have a feeling I'm gonna like the next post better.
Please hurry!!! Lol. But no pressure darlin'.
by me+you=we » Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:01 pm 
and she served Willow well..
