Fic - Come Away With Me

[LeatherQueen]

S'ok, Kieli, you're not the only one. I live in Dallas. Have lived here for over 4 years and the roads still get me confuzzled. I think you have to have been born here for them to make sense. I keep threatening that one day, I'm just going to get on I-35 and drive north until I get back home up in the frozen tundra.



So yeah... where's that part 4? Poor Willow's got to get her girl soon, right?

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Kieli]

Patience, grasshopper. Tonight definitely. Then on to Chapters 5 & 6. It'll get done for sure this week because I start my next Masters class on Thursday and then after that, it'll just have to be vignettes fer me, baby because my time will have gone to hell in a handbasket.

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

[fairydust]

Quote:

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fairydust: As soon as you speak, thy commands are done. More to come, I promise.

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hmm.....I could work with that lol. I really cant wait for the next part of this wonderful series

MORE SOON PLEASE!!!!!

*****Faye*****I LOVE YOU JENNA

[Kieli]

Chapter Four: She’s Saving Me

Willow tried pretty hard to make herself damn near invisible. A little panicked searching revealed a nice quiet alcove for her to hide in. Settling down on a rather ornate bench, she began breathing deeply in an attempt to gain some sort of control over herself. She was barely able to keep her composure throughout the lecture. Tara’s voice had wrapped itself around her, cradling her in its softness, lulling her into near insensibility. She was not, however, even remotely prepared to talk to her face to face. Grinding her teeth in frustration, Willow swore that paybacks were a bitch and Becca was about due for some in the worst way.

“H-hi.” Willow let out a startled squeak and turned to face the voice speaking to her. She was very surprised to see Tara standing beside the bench. “Do you mind if I sit down with you? It’s a little noisy in there and, although I like people, it can be a l-little overwhelming.” Willow nodded and gestured for Tara to sit. “Funny, she didn’t once stutter during her whole presentation,” she noted. After a few moments of awkward silence, Willow decided to take the bull by the horns and actually say something. She crossed her fingers, praying to whatever deity that was listening that nothing stupid would come out of her mouth.

“Heh heh, imagine seeing you here. All this time, there was a bona fide PhD sharing my coffee space and I didn’t even know it,” she chirped brightly.

Tara chuckled musically. “That’s ok. I usually don’t go around announcing it. People might think that I’m smart or something.”

Willow noticed that Tara had removed her glasses after the lecture, giving her an up-close and personal view of the eyes that have been in her dreams for weeks. “Oh but you are! Smart, I mean.” She sighed in exasperation. “Look, it’s usually not this difficult for me to do the whole ‘put one word in front of the other to make a sentence’ thing. I’ve been wanting to actually talk to you for a long time now. I’ve just been to chicken to do anything about it.” She looked down at her hands and braced herself, sure that she had blown it this time. “Good job, Will. You were so Rico Suave just then.”

Tara gently laid her hand on top of Willow’s. “That’s ok. I-I’ve been wanting to do the same thing. Just in not so many words,” she said, a half-smile sliding across her face.
She glanced about at the milling crowd, feeling somewhat closed in. “Why don’t we go find someplace a little better than this? I’m not in the mood to talk shop. I-I’ve got a friend who’s the manager at the Khyber Pass. The Indigo Girls are playing there tonight. W-want to go?” Tara asked shyly.

Willow blinked in disbelief, trying with some difficulty to form a coherent reply. “Uh sure! Love to! But I came with a frie—“ She paused. “No, on second thought, heck with her. Let’s go!”

Twenty minutes later, Willow and Tara found themselves outside of the very crowded Khyber Pass Pub on 2nd Street. The street itself was filled with people heading for the various clubs and multicultural restaurants that stretched all the way to South Street and past the Ritz Theater. Willow was very glad that they didn’t have to wait long in line as things were getting decidedly rowdy. She was very surprised when she felt a soft, warm hand in hers. Tara had reached behind to make sure that she wouldn’t get lost in the crowd. Willow shadowed Tara, reveling in her touch and the nearness of her.
Tara deftly maneuvered them through the crowd to a relatively empty passageway to the right of the bar. She opened a door along the wall and led them up a spiral staircase to a small balcony that sat above the crowd, midway between the dance floor and the stage. They sat down at a small table next to the railing in order to see the stage better.

“W-we made it. And just in time, too. I think they’re about to start any minute now,” Tara said loudly in Willow’s ear in an attempt to be heard above the din in the pub. Feeling Tara’s breath on her cheek and along her neck made the little hairs on the surface of her skin stand up in response. Just as she thought she was going to faint right then and there, an athletic looking barmaid sauntered up to them.

“What can I get for ya, hon?” she shouted with a nasal Philly accent.

“What would you like?” Tara asked Willow.

Willow shrugged. “Surprise me.”

Tara’s cocked an eyebrow at her, a sly smile at the corner of her lips. “Two Vodka Collins' with a twist.”

The barmaid nodded and waded through the crowd downstairs to get their order.

Willow could not believe she was here! Next to the woman that has been in her dreams for the past few weeks. She was even more shocked at how quickly this all had happened. Downstairs, the Indigo Girls had started off their concert with a rather mellow tone.

This is not all there is
It’s not a kingdom
It’s not an angry god
It feels like her
It feels like no fear
It feels like no doubt
It feels like inside out

She’s saving me
I don’t even think she knows it
It’s a strange way to show it as distant
As last night’s dream unravels
She’s saving me
I’m a very lost soul
I was born with a hole in my heart
As wide as my landlocked travels

Willow snuck adoring glances at Tara when she thought she could get away with it. The multicoloured lights onstage lit up her face, making her blue eyes look almost translucent. The words of the song floated through Willow’s brain, their meanings were dissected in the very same manner that Willow examined all things of interest; searching for some common thread, something in them that she could relate to.

“Maybe she is saving me. I never considered myself lost until now…now, I have no idea what I would do if I were to never see her again.”

“Hey…what’s going on in there,” Tara chuckled, tapping lightly on Willow’s forehead.

“Oh nothing. Just…you know…thinking. It’s always busy in my head, whether I want it to be or not,” Willow commented wryly.

“Well don’t go too far. It wouldn’t do to have you leave me here all by myself, now would it?” Tara’s eyes sparkled with merriment.

“No ma’am, that wouldn’t do at all.”

They chatted about nothing much in particular between songs, whenever they could make themselves heard above the noise and revelry. At one point in the concert, Tara had pulled Willow up from her seat to dance during a particularly peppy number.

“Oh no! Not me! I can’t dance to save my life. Dancing on me equals spaz. So NOT a pretty sight.” The alcohol had made Willow bold, but not that bold just yet.

“C-come on, Willow, aren’t you exaggerating just a little?”

“Heck no! I’m as serious as a heart attack.”

“We’ll just have to see about that.”
Tara managed to get Willow very close to her, hip to hip, one arm around her waist, swaying in time to the music. Little electric currents were running through Willow’s veins at the contact. “Omigodgottabreatheomigodgottabreathe.” Her thoughts were bouncing around her head at a mile a minute. “Geez, if I were a guy, there would most certainly be visible indications that she is driving me wild!” She was concentrating so hard on behaving herself that she barely noticed when the song had ended. Fingers snapped in front of her eyes, bringing her out of neverneverland.

“Hello? Earth to Willow.”

“Umm…sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there, huh?”

Taralaughter rang in Willow’s ears like tiny silver bells. “Not hardly. The show’s over though and I was wondering…well…if you would like to take the train with me. I live in Newtown so we both have to take the R5. I j-just figured that we could do it together.”

Willow’s eyes brightened at the thought of all the possibilities that the invitation implied. “Sure! Can’t let you take the train alone at this time of night. What with all the Big Bads out there and stuff.”

Tara chuckled and shook her head. Once again acquiring Willow’s hand, they left the Khyber Pass and hailed a cab to take them to 30th Street Station.

END CHAPTER FOUR


So...how did I do?

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

[LeatherQueen]

Ahhh... so the first moves have been made. Excellent. Can't wait to see what this train ride brings for both of them.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[fairydust]

You did very well Im glad that they finally talked and that Tara asked Willow out, and now to her part of town.....I wonder what will happen next .....I so cant wait to find out

*****Faye*****I LOVE YOU JENNA

[Chance]

I stand by my original statement. This fic deserves it's own god damn website. I'm hungrily waiting for the next installment.







And, I figure we need to chat soon as well. I'll get on that.



Hope all's well, so the chapter's come quicker.



M.

[Kieli]

LQ: Hmmm...did you REALLY think I was going to tell you what happened on the way home??! MWWHAHHAHA er well..maybe I will...dang it all



fairydust: You know, to be honest, I haven't quite planned out what will happen next. I could very well be evil about it all.....buuuut, who knows?



M: Fan club member # 1, eh? *chuckle* I'd actually have to hear from you more than once a month for that to happen *smirk* I do have a web page for fanfiction. I just think that it would be just improper for me to post my short fic amongst so many greats. It'll get posted somewhere at some point. All is well...just hot, humid and bloody annoying. BTW, you have a surprise coming soon. Might want to look for it.



Thanks for all the encouragement, folks. I really could not have gotten this far without you.



Peace,

Toni

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

[The Rose24]

YAY!!! Contact has been made. I can't wait to see where you go with this.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.

Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Willow: Hi, um Tara. I was wondering maybe you want to go out some time for coffee? food? Kisses and gay love?

[brendcat]

Really enjoying this story. The effort you have made to describe Philly really makes it stand out. Your Willow is very cute and all the conversations she has with herself in her head - too funny and endearing.



Tara doesn't need to be a PHD to be smart enough to get a hold of Willow and keep her close. But I am sure it doesn't hurt. Thanks for another great chapter.

[Sela]

Wow. I hear a smooth sax playing in the background...a muted trumpet and a trombone...sweet, mellow, unobtrusive. Long, drawn out, lazy almost, but never careless. Slowly crawling into my mind, quietly energizing my senses, making impact without my even noticing. It's lovely. Willow's infatuation, her dreams, her desires...all very very lovely. Can't wait for the next installment, what with the discovery of Tara's reality and all. Good job.



--Sela

[Zahir al Daoud]

This is so sweet. *sniff*

"O Let my name be in the Book of Love!
If it be there I care not of that other Book above.
Strike it out! Or write it in anew, but
Let my name be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kayam

[Kieli]

Rose: Yeppers. Lift off will be at T-minus one and counting



brendcat: Well I must admit to something as far as the detailed descriptions of Philly. I'm a Philly native, born and bred, and even though I'm stuck here in TX, you just can't get the city out of the girl. I've been told (in a not-so-subtle fashion I might add), that I'm writing Willow with my personality traits. I say, Pfft to that (although the person who said it knows me better than anyone else in the world). Willow is so unique and so easy to work with as a character, that I just can't imagine feeling any more comfortable about writing for her...with the exception of writing for Tara. Indeed, Tara knows what she likes. I wanted her to be the confident, intelligent woman we've seen in Season 6. She is successful, she is independent. What every woman is and should be.



Sela: Funny you should mention musical instruments. I've played clarinet for 15 yrs, saxophone for almost ten yrs. Jazz is so near and dear to me and music is as natural for me as breathing. I'm thrilled to pieces that you've picked up on the subtleties and come away with your own imagery. That was always my greatest hope: that someone could envision everything I've written in their head...kind of like having a mini-DVD but with sharing the moments with the characters. Thank you very much for your insights.



Zahir: Now David, are you serious or are you crackin' wise?

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

Edited by: Kieli at: 6/25/02 9:59:30 pm

[Thanatopsis]

Can I just say I love how you've written Tara? Smart, confident, funny. It's nice to see Tara like this pre Willow, even if the stutter does make an occasional appearance. Plus the descriptions of Philly are helping me picture everything just a bit more. Can't wait to read what happens on the train?

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No, it's great... if we want to make ferns invisible, or communicate with shrimp, I've got the goods right here.

[willntlover]

Willow trying to dance! That was entirely too cute

L.O.V.E.I.T.



-Will

"Hear that baby? You're my always."

"well, you know, when you play a lesbian witch you've gotta get killed in this fun kind of exciting way, so the heart was the way to go..."

"we have the most amazing fans though they LOVE us."

[mollyig]

Oh yay! Tara asking Willow to go to see IG. And you used "She's saving me". Perfect choice really, and just utterly lovely (okay I know I'm biased!)



I really like that Tara was confident enough to approach Willow initally.



Great chapter. Well done!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[pikescoob]

Awww....Willow sneaking glances....that's so sweet. *sigh* They both wanted to say something to each other in the coffee shop but both chickened out....hehe.



--Michelle

[Zahir al Daoud]

Yes, I'm being serious. At heart I'm someone who wants love to be charming and romantic and poetic, with thousands of little endearments that each partner recalls in wonder. For example, since my gf lives in the same apartment building as myself, I slip a note under her door on the way to work nearly every day. And I happen to know she keeps every one.



The down side of that is I've always taken the end of any affair very, very hard. I was two and a half years recovering from the last one (at one point I spent about twenty minutes screaming).



So continue with your writing, please. It stirs thoses feelings which make us (or at least, me) want to go on living, even when things are at their most wretched.



And thank you.

"O Let my name be in the Book of Love!
If it be there I care not of that other Book above.
Strike it out! Or write it in anew, but
Let my name be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kayam

[Miss1234Kitty]

You did great. I love how Tara is in this fic - happy, confident, but still Tara.



Gem

Tara: There's just so much to work through... and can you just be kissing me now?

[Kieli]

...I was just joking...giving you a hard time. You know I love ya to bits.



Thanatopsis: I agree....confident Tara is always a pleasure, especially after this part of her was so wasted this season by an incompetent writing staff and overinflated ego of her creator The train part might just be a little different. You might be surprised.



willntlover: I so aim to please *G*



mollyig: Heh heh, I used the IG just for you, Molls. I remembered what a huge fan you are (and I am as well...I own everything they've ever recorded, even some bootleg stuff). I might be persuaded to use another one of their songs off of "Become You". That has become my new favourite CD of theirs. Emily's voice always reduces me to absolute jelly. Forget Amy. Emily's the soul of Indigo Girls. And that soul is what I want to tap into to express the depth of Tara.



pikescoob: Heh, well you know, I've been where Willow's been. I've been the adoring fan to far too many women in my time. Unrequited love can be a real pain in the ass



MissKitty: Happy, confident Tara is how I will always see her. Her strength, her desire, her passion...all these things are traits I wanted to take away from Season 6 and apply to my AU Tara. None of this trampled down, abused crap. That's for little boys attempting to be men by feeding their Napolean complexes. Am I bitter? Not hardly



Zahir: I agree with you completely. I get so upset sometimes when I realise that love in the "real world" is nothing like how I would like it to be. As much as I try to feed my romantic soul, I know that love isn't really that way, as much as I would like it to be. I can't recount all the terms of endearment Diana have for each other because I don't want people to power puke on the Board There are things about love that just go beyond the romanticism; that whole comfort level you have when you know there is a warm body beside you who will love you for as long as they breathe, who will hold you for as long as you like and who's kisses can never be compared to anyone else's. Ending relationships is worse than rough. I never took them very well either. One particularly nasty end almost destroyed me. And I vowed, never again. No thanks are necessary for sharing my world with me, David. We romantics have to stick together

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

[Rane018]

how could i have missed these two updates?! gosh, going to sleep at 8 pm sure makes you miss out on some great fic.



I'm so not feeling well but these updates just make me so happy. I know exactlyw here all this is taking place in Philly and i love that! I've always wanted to write a AU fic in NYC. Them going to Meow Mix or Henrietta's... hehe...



i also love how straight forward Tara is with Willow and i find it interesting Tara is from Sunnydale. Willow didn't make that connection though did she? otherwise she'd been all over it i think. I cant wait for more! yay!

[Kieli]

Hey sweets! *gives comfort hugs* I'm sorry that you're ill. Being sick in the summer really bites the big one. You know, having a W/T fic with them in Meow Mix would be really interesting. Of course, Meow Mix has got to be the smallest damn club I've EVER been in. Any of those funky places down in SoHo would be an interesting backdrop really. That place never sleeps and it seems like the streets are filled with people at all hours of the night.



Tara isn't really from Sunnydale she just got her doctorate there. Willow did get that little "I could kick myself" kinda moment. I think that might get explored a little in chapter five. But....chapter five promises smoochies. That should make you feel better

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

[Tiggrscorpio]

Kieli, the last two updates were great. I had a hunch who the lecturer might be. So, might we expect some smoochies in your next update? No begging. Oh, the hell with it, PLEASE!!

*****

She's my everything!

[Kieli]

No worries, Tigg. There will be smoochies in Chapter five...AND...perhaps a bit more than that. Hmph! Might have to change the rating on this fic if this keeps up

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

[jdcioffi]

Excellent updates. I'm already in love with Tara -- from the interactions she's had with Willow ... she's sooooo wonderful!

More, please please please



JD

"I smell the smelly smell of something that smells smelly!" (SpongeBob Squarepants)

[Kieli]

Ok, so with people having summer colds (comfort hugs going out to Rane and mariacomet, who I'm told is also ailing), here is a bit of romance, bordering on smut but not quite. I hope I done good for all of you wonderful readers. Chance, this is all your fault, I want you to know. This chapter is dedicated to my Diana, since it was her evil doing that help me think of the smut!

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Chapter Five – Breathe

By the time the taxi managed to wade through the traffic on JFK Boulevard to get to the 30th Street Station, it was almost 2am. Willow and Tara pretty much had the entire cavernous station to themselves; only a few brave souls were scattered about, either sleeping on the deep brown mahogany benches by the Track entrances or wandering about checking rail schedules. They walked up the ramp that took them to the local R-series trains and waited on the empty platform, a surprisingly cold evening breeze piercing their lightweight clothing. Within five minutes, the R5 pulled into the station.
Once they found a couple of seats by one of the doors in the passenger car, they continued chatting with each other in the easy flowing manner that started back at the Museum. Willow recounted most of her childhood in Sunnydale, sending Tara into fits of belly laughter with some of the more ridiculous stories of the scrapes she and her close friend Xander used to get into as children. Tara, on the other hand, was rather reticent in talking about her childhood, so most of the conversation centered around her life after high school.

All too soon, a conductor came wandering through the cars, yelling “Next stop! Newtown Square, Colonial Heights, Tyler State Park and Washington’s Crossing. Please have yer tickets ready fer stamping and thank you for riding Septa.” They hurriedly removed their tickets from their pockets for stamping and moved towards the exits as the train slowed to a stop. Willow shivered involuntarily as a blast of shockingly cold air hit her as she stepped off the train onto the darkened platform. “Brrr! I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how cold it gets at night here.”

Tara nodded soberly. “Yes, it’s odd the things you take for granted sometimes. Luckily I don’t live far. Come on.” She clasped Willow’s hand firmly and headed down the stairs. Tara removed a black keypad from her jacket pocket and pressed a red button. A loud “chirp chirp” sounded from a black Jeep Liberty close to the stairwell. “Good thing I remembered to park close,” she muttered. “It’s a bit too nipply for walking.”

Willow giggled at Tara’s choice of words. “Nipply, eh? Dare I ask what that means?”

A mirthful grin touched Tara’s lips as she put the key in the ignition and started the car. “It’s a long weird story. The short of it is, a friend of mine and I got caught in a cold rain one day wearing very thin T-shirts. We were so chilled that our nipples practically stood at attention. From then on, cold or damp conditions always warranted the term ‘nipply’.”

Willow laughed so hard she hit her head on the window beside her. “Ow, oooh…that was just evil. Too funny! Buffy has just got to hear that story.” Tara chuckled as she wheeled out of the parking lot and headed her apartment.

The lock turned with a heavy ‘click’ as Tara turned the key in it. She opened the door and waved her arm with a flourish. “Welcome to my humble abode, madam.”

“Happy to be invited, milady,” Willow replied, bowing slightly.

“Make yourself at home,” Tara called as she walked towards her bedroom. “I just w-want to change into something warmer. I really am cold!”

“Take your time,” Willow offered. “Yes take as much time as you need. I am ever a patient Willow tree.” She walked slowly around the apartment, taking in the simple décor. Apparently, Tara had a liking for handmade hardwood furniture. The dining room table, end tables and chairs all were made of cherry mahogany, burnished a deep dark brown. Her diplomas and awards were hung in a little corner near the balcony, almost hidden from view. It was as if she didn’t want anyone to see her accomplishments.
Continuing her tour about the living room, Willow’s eyes were immediately drawn to the sleek Nakamichi stereo system that hung from one wall and the large collection of CDs that lay strewn upon the table beneath it. She had started to check out what artists were in the collection, when Tara came back into the room.

“There! All better now,” she sighed. She was now wearing a cream colored silk Patagonia turtleneck and matching leggings. It didn’t help poor Willow that the clingy fabric accentuated every single curve on Tara’s body right down to her well defined calves. Willow’s mouth shut with an audible click as she tried to regain her composure. Tara slid onto the futon couch in the center of the room and patted the space beside her.

“Come have a seat with me. Would you like something to drink? I’m kind of thirsty after all that dancing and sweating.”

Willow almost dropped the stack of CDs she had in her hand after that last comment. “U-umm, sure. Thirsty. Yep…g-got any ginger ale?” she stuttered.

“Oh yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Be right back.”

Willow took that time to try to calm down. She sat down on the futon, hands beneath her to stop them from shaking, breathing deeply. “Ok, Wills, now’s your chance. Thank happy thoughts. And for God’s sake stop being so nervous! It’s not like you haven’t been attracted to a girl before. You're as gay as stick!” She winced knowing that this time was different. Attraction was one thing, straight up, total I-can’t-get-enough-of-you love was quite another.

“Here you go.” Tara handed her a cold glass of ginger ale and sat down, their thighs touching ever so slightly. Taking a controlled breath, Willow decided it was now or never. She sat the glass down on a coaster and faced Tara.

“Hey,” Tara whispered, her features creased with concern. “Are you ok? You l-look kind of pale.”

Willow closed her eyes with a sigh, giving herself a few moments before answering. When she opened them again, they were a deep green, focused and clear. Tara searched them, trying to get a sense of what was going on inside Willow’s head. She broke the contact momentarily to get up and put a CD in the player on the wall.

At first I was scared
When I opened up my head
And the motor that was runnin’
Was the mind of you

She turned around and looked at Willow, her eyes looking for a sign, anything that said that she was ok. Tara sat back down beside her, took Willow’s hand and placed it on her face. She re-established eye contact, crystal blue meeting forest green, hoping that would help Willow feel confident enough to say something, anything.

I was scared when I looked at my reflection
And the shine I saw
Were the eyes of you

When she finally spoke, her voice was ragged, almost near tears. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? How I’ve waited for a moment just to touch you?” she sighed. “How I’ve wanted to just be with you?”

I was scared when you touched my lips
And the breath I took
Was a breath that shook me with a shock
Like a flame
as eternal as a song
and the song was you and I

Tara’s eyes swam with unshed tears. She wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist, pulling her close. Willow placed light kisses on her forehead, her eyes, her chin. They were soft butterfly kisses, tentative and ghostly.

I will let you breathe through me
I will let you be with me

The sound of their breathing filled the room, seeking attention like needy children. Tara pulled back from the embrace, causing Willow to blink at the break in contact.

“You know, you’re kissing me everywhere but where I want you to.”

“Well, where do you want me to kiss you?” Willow asked, hoping for the answer she’d been waiting for so long.

“Right here,” Tara breathed, gently placing her hands on Willow’s face in order to acquire her lips, closing what seemed like a chasm between them.

Whenever I’m alone
And you’re lost out there
I can feel you breathe
‘Cause our lungs we share
When I’m alone
Anytime, anywhere
I can feel your heart beat
‘Cause our blood we share

The dam that Willow had so desperately been trying to shore up, finally broke, her passion for Tara spilling over and taking control. Their kisses remained soft and probing even as their need increased. Their breathing synchronized, almost as if they were becoming one with each other. Willow leaned back on the futon, pulling Tara with her so as not to have one single second where they were not touching.

I was scared when you came into my room
The walls became the sea
Your voice was the moon
Oh, when you rocked me in your arms
Like a song, a wave on the tide of you and I

The mood of the song flowed through them like liquid fire, stirring their intense emotions, coaxing them into plumbing the depths of their need.

My heart beats your blood
My breath fills your lungs
Your heart beats my blood
My breath fills your lungs

Soon, clothing was a barrier that could not be tolerated. “Umm, “ Tara moaned. “Off…all of this must come off…”

“Your wish is my command, milady,” Willow smirked, leaning back so that she could tease Tara by removing one article of clothing at a time…very slowly.

“At the rate you’re going, we could be here all night.”

“That’s the idea,” Willow smirked, her left eyebrow cocked mischievously.

“Good thing that I don’t need much sleep,” Tara breathed, reclaiming Willow’s waiting mouth.

Night bled into the steel grey of early morning. Dawn was ushered in by the soft sounds of desire finally fulfilled.


END CHAPTER FIVE



Is that better everyone?

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

Edited by: Kieli at: 6/27/02 12:03:55 pm

[fairydust]

I bow before thee *bows before Kieli* Thank you ever so much for the wonderful smoochies. And thank you for not being too evil and not letting us have said smoochies. Though it was slightly evil leaving us where you did lol...jk

I loved this part, great choice for a song too. All of the songs you have chosen have been perfect

Absoultey cannot wait for more

Oh, and add me to the list of sickness. I have a stomach flu and it seriously sucks

*****Faye*****I LOVE YOU JENNA

[Zahir al Daoud]

Awwwww! And just the thing to pleasingly distract on a tense midweek hump day.



Thanks a bunch Kieli.

"O Let my name be in the Book of Love!
If it be there I care not of that other Book above.
Strike it out! Or write it in anew, but
Let my name be in the Book of Love!"
--Omar Kayam

[Kieli]

Fay: Sorry that you're ailing, luv. Glad that I could give you smoochies to make you feel better. I am evil, I know it. I didn't know if I should go on or leave it there. But you know I think I'll leave the smut to Ruth. She is head and shoulders better than me.



Zahir: Heh heh, you said Hump Day Glad I could make you smile, my friend.

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone."--Amy Tan "The Hundred Secret Senses"

[the slayers girl]

wow....I love that last line....its really wonderful. This story is great. More please

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Rage more

Edited by: the slayers girl at: 6/26/02 7:26:48 pm