hi kittens!
i just wanted to thank you all again for the b-day wishes! the concert was awesome but the audience sucked. dont know why. i'm used to nyc crowds were everyone's dancing and singing and laughing and having a great time. i mean even corin (one of the singers) was like *ok people you need to start dancing and singing*. and how silly is it to be throwing nickles at the performers?!!!! i dont get the west coast. but still, they rocked my little world anyhow. very cool birthday present.
as for this next lilttle update it's a bit angsty at the end but no worries. this isnt' the bad part yet. hehe... things are going to start rolling around soon and some sort of plot will be coming into place. lol...
and anyone who gets the tender buttons reference gets a smooch from me!
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Tara quietly giggled, trying to control the laughter building inside her as she entered the ladies bathroom. She could sense the redhead's disquietude even not near her. Whether the redhead was crying or laughing hysterically beyond that door she couldn't tell but she knew she was needed to calm her down either way.
Entering the room she witnessed her lover leaning over a sink while crying sobs wrenched her body. Poor Willow. The redhead always took things so seriously. “I think that’s going to leave a mark.” Tara joked as another pang from both the activity and thrash cut loose over her whole lower region.
“Oh, Tara, I’m so sorry!” Willow bellowed as she ran over to hug her. She felt like a fool. She didn’t want Tara mad at her. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Tara in any way, especially physically.
Tara’s arms quickly wrapped around her and held her close. She couldn’t help but shiver at the touch, at the feel of Willow’s warm upper body opposite the cold wet jeans against her bare legs. “What for?”
Willow’s tear filled eyes connected with Tara’s blues. “For…” How could she ask her that? Didn’t she know? Hadn’t she been there? “For what happened. In there. I’m such a doofus. I just…”
Tara shook her head. “Shhh, darling, you’re not a doofus.”
“But Tara-”
“Willow, no.” She gently reached for Willow’s tear streaked face and held it between her hands. Her fingers caressed the soft, soft freckled cheeks as she kissed her trembling lips. Again and again, three times before moving on to the forehead. “I love you and you are certainly not a doofus.” She mouthed, serious, once their eyes met again.
Gently nuzzling Tara’s sweet neck with her face Willow sniffled, “Tare-“, her voice ached.
“Willow…” Tara whispered as she leaned forward and captured Willow’s lips with her own. “Listen to me.” She voiced as she squeezed her lover to get her point across, “I don’t trust doofuses with my soul. You are Willow Rosenberg, vixen-y lighter of the flame and keeper of my heart.”
Green eyes slowly wandered up and connected with blue. They were calling to her, both full of love and worry. The redhead pulled back some of Tara’s hair over her ear and ran her fingers down her arm until she held her fingers in between her own. She brought it them up to her lips and kissed them one by one, eyes never losing contact with Tara. “But-“
“No.”, Tara’s free hand roamed down her lovers back and cupped the pert bottom. “No butts except yours,” she added devilishly and cautiously backed her up against the sink as she kissed her.
Willow’s hands dislodged themselves and moved up to lovingly hold Tara’s face, gently stroking her cheekbones and then running towards the back of her neck.
Their mouths opened wider, explored deeper, held them closer. Tara’s fingers traced patters over Willow’s lower back and moved their way up to cup the redheads face.
They continued kissing, losing themselves, quickly melting in the power of the two. Sighing in ecstasy, her eyes closed in bliss, Willow casually mentioned, “Tara, I’m all wet.” not really realizing what a loaded statement that was.
Tara’s laughter shook them both, “Even the more reason to take off your pants.” Her lips wandered, now kissing Willow’s cheeks and nose.
Willow’s eyes widened. “Here?” Ok, so they had made love in a lot of unconventional places before but this just a bit too much. It was a bathroom, in a movie theater, where anyone could just walk in on them.
The blonde smiled knowing what thoughts were running through Willow’s mind and tilted her head over towards the electric hand dryer on the wall. “You want to stay wet or not?”
Willow realized what Tara meant now. But, then again it would be quite advantageous in more ways than one to take off her jeans. Willow grinned widely. “Definitely not.”
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She could still feel Willow, taste her, smell her. Her essence lingered on her lips. She could still sense her warm, wet center on her mouth, her hidden *tender button* that willingly emerged from within the prickly curls to play with her tongue. Willow clouded her being, her thoughts, gripped her heart and soul. Willow… Everything was Willow.
“Where have you been?” her father’s stern voice shattered her Willow-y contemplation.
“Out.” She mentioned as she closed the front door to her house behind her. She hadn’t been so curt with her father like this since her mother died.
“Where?” he asked. The dim light from the fireplace ran flickering shadows over his face. He looked so old now, so worn down. For a second there she thought he looked worried too.
“I left you a note. We went to see a movie.”
“We?” he said as he rose from his seat and slowly walked over towards her.
She suddenly realized it wasn’t worry, it was rage. “F-friends. F-from camp.” She was scared. She was worried about what her father would say, what he would do. She hated being frightened. She always hated it.
“Camp?” he asked as he neared her. “Those… Is that the kind of people you associate with at work, Tara? The little girl with no manners who speaks without being spoken to and the other one who looked like a whore?”
She instantly knew whom he was talking about. “N-no, sir. Faith is not a staff member. She w-was visiting. She came w-with Giles. Buffy’s f-friend.”
He now stood about two feet from her. “Friend? A grown man is her friend?”
Tara recoiled. “Her guardian. H-he’s her guardian, sir.” She didn’t like her father’s insinuation. He would never understand the bond between Buffy and Giles. It wasn’t just a teacher/student, Watcher/Slayer relationship. They took care of each other, they trusted each other. Her father would never understand that.
“Has she no father?”
“No, sir.” Her eyes turned to the floor.
Mr. Maclay breathed deeply. “Her misbehavior reeks lack of parental supervision.”
“Yes.” What else could she say?
“Tara, look at me.” He waited until Tara’s eyed slowly lifted and joined with his. “You are my daughter and I love you but I will not tolerate such behavior from you. Your conduct tonight was unacceptable. You are to ask permission first, not give excuses afterwards. Consider yourself warned.” He said as he turned to walk away.
“Yes, sir.” She said, finally letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her body trembled soflty as she watched him walk away.
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TBC....