you know what?! cause it's my brithday i'm going to give you wonderful kittens a present! here's the next update!!!!
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Lunch had pretty much gone without incident and miraculously as well cabin number seven won the trip to the movie theater for the best cabin cleanup. Both Willow and Buffy were ecstatic.
The rest of the day was spent roaming around the camp in various other mini tours and gatherings. For a moment there towards the afternoon Buffy thought she’d lost Faith once they neared the auditorium but moans and groans coming from the side of the building caught her attention. Miss Post’s piercing scream at coming upon the random couple did too. Had Faith been a counselor, caught in such a state of undress with one of the older campers, she would have quickly been expelled.
Faith was younger than them, the Scoobies, and her boisterous personality coupled with her untamed attitude always led to clashes between them. Faith’s Watcher had been killed, murdered in front of her, and she’d fled to Sunnydale in search of Giles and Buffy in hopes of a safe heaven and possible friends. It had certainly been an uphill battle for her since arriving to the Hellmouth. The Scoobies were a tight knit group and extremely overprotective of Buffy and her duty. Maybe if Faith hadn’t acted out so much they could have all had a better relationship. But it wasn’t in the stars for them, any of them.
After being escorted to the parking lot near the camp entrance Giles and Faith waved goodbye and headed back home. Willow and Buffy turned to look at each other and smiled. They couldn’t help but chuckle at Faith’s little lack of discretion and Miss Post’s overreaction. But, that was what living with Faith was like. They were used to it.
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Willow looked up at the marquee for the tenth time. “Gladiator? I’d rather be clubbed over the head for three hours than have to watch this.” she sighed. But there really was no point in whining for this was the only movie playing for miles. Literally. After all they were unmistakably near a one theater kinda town. Willow’d seen it, all five buildings of it, when she visited Tara’s home.
Buffy laughed at Willow’s declaration, “And the rest of us would rather see Russell Crowe in skimpy armor. You have to admit, Will, he’s a hottie.” She said as she stared at the movie poster next to the box office.
Willow shook her head, “Bleh, too many muscles. I like-“
“Curvy blondes with blue eyes?” she glanced over at the redhead.
Willow smiled brightly thinking about her love. “Yeah.”
“With long blonde hair and a killer smile?”
Willow began to blush. Just thinking about Tara’s sensual smile made her belly flop. It wasn’t just the blondes million watt grin, she loved the girls quirky half smile the best. It drove her wild. The way her lips cutely curled up half way when cheerful just made her tingle. “Definitely.”
“Wearing a nice jean skirt and a tight peasant top?”
A frown creased over her brows, her green eyes narrowed. “Ok, Buffy, now you’re getting a bit too descriptive here.”
What Willow didn’t know was that Buffy, from over the redhead’s shoulder, noticed Tara walking towards them. The nervous smirk on the blonde’s face was nothing but precious and Buffy tried hard to not stare and spoil it.
“Hey?” Tara surprised the redhead as soon as she’d reached the two best friends.
Hyper speed was the only way to describe Willow’s turn around. “Tara!? What are you doing here?” she was about to envelop the blonde in her arms but stopped as soon as she remembered half her campers were still in line getting their pre-paid tickets. It just made her more nervous to not be able to be openly affectionate with Tara. Her love deserved so much better than that. They both did. “Not that I am not extremely happy that you’re here cause look at this. You’re here. I’m here. We’re here together, both of us.“
Tara just laughed at Willow’s gaiety, “There was a problem with the birth and my father isn’t home yet. Thought I’d hang out with you for a little while.”
“But Tara-“ her eyes yelled their concern. She’d met Tara’s father today for the first time and now she was more scared than ever that Tara would cross him in any way again.
Tara had told her about how after her mother’s death her quiet rage had turned into outright hostility and disrespect. For the first time in her life she rebelled, lying to her father and staying out all night. She didn’t care what he thought, what her brother thought. In truth, she didn’t care what anyone thought about her. Her mother was dead and she was lost. But, after two weeks of misbehavior and a near arrest, her father’s authoritarian personality finally re-emerged and she was grounded for months.
Tara could sense her girlfriend’s worry and quickly replied, “Don’t worry. I left him a note.”
Even though Willow wanted Tara to stay more than anything in the world, to spend some more precious moments together, she was still concerned. She couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure?”
Tara grinned. Willow, sweet Willow, looking out for her once again. “Surely sure. Come on,” she lovingly caressed her girlfriends arm, “let’s go watch the bloodshed.”
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Coldness of the dark theater, warmth of Tara’s body next to hers, refreshing taste of the Coke, the saltiness of the popcorn, Tara’s vanilla-y scent. Willow was concentrating on everything except what was on the screen. Which was good because the film started out bloody and hadn’t stopped being bloody yet. She wondered how the camp administrators had ever allowed them and their campers to come see this film.
Although she’d always been fascinated by the Romans and their so called *advanced* society the scent, touch and warmth of Tara was much more interesting. Certainly much more appealing.
Both girls sat in the last row of the theater, joyfully far away from Buffy, their campers and a couple of locals. Willow’s right hand was busy monopolizing Tara’s thigh as her left one greedily reached over for the popcorn tub settled in between them. As she popped each corn kernel one by one into her mouth, her thumb softly caressed the same spot on Tara’s jean skirt over and over again. She could feel the static building and warming her hand. Or maybe it was, whether she realized it or not, her hand slowly inching it’s way downwards towards her lover’s exposed flesh.
She smiled shyly as she thought about how much she liked Tara in mini skirts. It really wasn’t a mini in the true sense of the word but the skirt did hike up quite a lot when the blonde settled herself in the comfy seat. Her exposed her fleshy thighs had miniature goose bumps due to the coldness surrounding them, and Willow was staring at the thighs more than the motion picture in front of them.
Playfully, starting from the pale skin of Tara’s knee, she scratched her nails upwards and stopped as soon as her fingers met with the skirts’ hem. She felt Tara stir in place and breathe deeply, blue eyes searched for green in the dark theater once her face tilted sideways. The half smile on her lips made Willow shudder.
“What?” she asked, feigning innocence. Every time Tara looked at her like that she melted.
“Are your hands cold?” Tara kittenishly asked. The nails on her skin made her quake, awaiting where Willow’s hand would travel to next.
“They’re getting warmer.”
Tara could see the mischief in her lovers’ eyes and whispery voice. “Oh really?” she said under her breath. Without another word she turned her gaze back towards the movie screen.
Willow’s mini frown surfaced in disappointment and thought that maybe Tara was actually paying attention to the film. She knew her girlfriend had a little innocent something for Russell Crowe. No, she didn’t feel the bit jealous about it ‘cause after all she certainly thought the Caesar’s sister was cute. But Tara was cuter, certainly much, much cuter. Tara was beautiful, loving and caring and so…
Willow’s eyes widened in shock as she felt Tara’s legs separating a little bit. Peripherally, Willow could see the blonde biting her lower lip in bashfulness. Was Tara…? Her fingers, wandering all on their own, daintily slipped under the fabric and inside. Willow closed her eyes and slowly sighed. It was warm, so very, very warm. Moist and simply… mouth watering. With anxious fingers hovering near Tara’s crest her face turned to plead with the blonde.
Tara couldn’t believe she was tempting Willow to do such a thing, such a private thing in public. But Willow always brought out the feistiness in her, the insubordinate girl suppressed deep within her. She trusted Willow with everything she possessed. She always would. Willow was hers as she was Willow’s. She quickly acquiesced, opening up her legs even more.
She could feel the wetness as her fingers touched Tara’s underwear. The heat, the need. Her want. As she intimately stroked her lover she closed her eyes and slowly licked her lips. The saltiness of the popcorn was still there along with a sprinkle of sweet Coke. But what she really wanted to taste was Tara. All of Tara. Again and again.
Tara’s audible gasp as Willow gently pulled aside the fabric with one finger and entered her folds with another had a few heads turning over towards them. Both Willow and Tara froze in place as one of Willow’s campers shushed them out loud.
Willow, holding her breath, crookedly smiled and squeaked out a tiny, “Sorry. That scene was… yucky.” Not that she had any idea what was happening on screen at that very moment.
Once everyone’s snickering and giggling and attention turned back around towards the screen, Willow felt Tara shift her lower body forward and enfold her fingers fully inside. Trying to stop herself from moaning blissfully, Willow bit down her lower lip. Tara’s hips slowly and quietly rocked back and forth as Willow’s fingers got lost within the velvety, wet den that was driving her crazy. Her desire was building so rapidly that she crossed her legs and tightly squeezed her thighs trying to quell it.
Tara reached for Willow’s free hand and tightly laced their fingers together. She sensed Willow’s increasing excitement, just as she felt her own tumbling over towards the precipice. She adored Willow’s magick fingers.
Being so intuned with the redhead during times like these just blew her away. She couldn’t believe that someone like Willow existed on this earth. Not only existed but that they had met and fallen in love.
Wanting to whisper “I love you” in her girlfriend’s ear, Tara leaned over and her shift in position not only deepened Willow’s thrusting but also rubbed the top of the freckled hand against her engorged pearl. A powerful orgasm burst throughout the blonde’s body before she could say the words, trembling her.
Willow felt the jolt. It was so powerful she too shifted in her seat and by accident her foot toppled the large coke in the cup holder over her own legs, spilling everywhere. With a loud “Shit!” shouted out as her hot lower body froze with the cold drink, Willow tried removing her fingers from within Tara. But they were stuck, blocked by the underwear as Tara yelped and pushed in the opposite direction trying to back her body away.
All eyes in the theater turned towards them again as Willow’s hand remained motionlessly were it was. She prayed silently the dim theater would hide her mortified expression, “I-I-I s-spilled my d-drink.”
She eeked as she realized Tara’s hand was now discretely helping her move her fingers from within her. At any other point in time, in any other place, this would have completely aroused the redhead but here and now she was just like a deer caught in headlights. Once freed, the embarrassed redhead quickly stood up and ran for the door.
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TBC....
by TareBearRS » Tue Sep 17, 2002 12:50 pm 
Can't wait 4 more!! 
"Camp Flutie" is back! 
What was it Spike said in Tabula Rasa... Something about someone called "Nancy"... 
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I wonder what Tara was going to say... 
What would I do without Camp Flutie 
I actually have that part written though. 
I mean, um, yeah, um, shut up now 
-Viv- 
to ME! hehe
