**Jennpurr: LOL ... ummm ... no comment
**jdcioffi: Oh, yes ... this is quite true. Tara's one of those caregiving mom-types, and Dawn is very much someone who brings out that side of her. But I'm sorry, no ... only Willow Willow gets Tara-Smoochies. No substitutes. Well, except for me, but that's 'cuz I'm the writer in this thread - I gotta' get >something< outta' this gig.
Series: Vignettes
Number: 6
Title: Teacher
Author: Sassette
Feedback: Can be sent to
pink_overalls@yahoo.com Summary: Tara goes to class
Spoiler Warning: None
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them, and as they reside in my heart, they belong to me. I'm not making any money off of them, though.
Rating: PG-13
Teacher
Part 6 of the Vignettes Series
by Sassette
Carefully, Tara slipped in the back of the classroom, finding a place amongst the sea of faces turned attentively towards the instructor. She was late, she knew, but it had been unavoidable, a large pile of responsibilities needing to be taken care of before she'd had the luxury of making it down to the UC campus and sneaking into the lecture hall.
Students all around her had books open, taking copious notes as the TA giving the lecture spoke, giving a quick overview of the material that would be covered that day, the main points written in large print on the white board at the front of the class in different colored pens.
But amidst the frantic note-writing and the page-turning, Tara sat almost perfectly still, her elbow resting on the tiny desk in front of her, her chin propped up on her hand.
Willow was certainly in her element, Tara thought happily, noting that her girlfriend had all these uber-geeks eating out of the palm of her hand. Confident and poised, this Willow barely resembled the panicked harried figure Tara had spent the morning with, soothing frayed nerves and telling her how wonderful she'd be.
And Tara had been oh so right - Willow was, in fact, wonderful.
Teaching suited her, Tara decided, watching the way Willow fielded questions, her explanations short and concise and clear, but filled with the unique phrasing and quirky humor that Willow had become somewhat famous for on campus.
Willow's grin flashed as she spoke, and Tara's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't having a crush on a teacher kind of a tired and worn cliche? Of course, Willow wasn't really her teacher - she was her lover and partner - her friend and playmate - her shelter and her anchor. She was the person who had taught her the very best things about herself.
It was Willow, really, who had taught her what being Tara really meant. Willow had taken her heart, and then showed it to her, allowing Tara to finally see just how strong and loving that heart was - how needed and cherished it could be. Her humor, her intelligence, her quirks and foibles - these showed Tara a world where she was strong, but didn't have to be strong, where she was different, but that wasn't such a bad thing after all. Most importantly, Willow had shown her she could be loved.
A dreamy smile crossed her face as she just watched Willow standing in front of the class, teaching them all about robotics, or something like that.
It really didn't matter what Willow was saying. Not that Tara wasn't capable of understanding the material - no, if she were interested in science, she'd be able to keep up, and in fact, always understood the concepts that Willow explained to her. Even so, it wasn't her thing.
But Willow >was< her thing, hence the mad running around she had done earlier that day to clear her schedule to attend this lecture. With the Dean of Sciences in attendance, Willow had been adorably nervous that morning, fidgeting and babbling, trying to find something suitable to wear.
And, Tara noted with a soft little sigh, Willow looked gorgeous. The forest green sweater and peasant skirt in various shades of brown looked wonderful on Willow, the whole ensemble giving off an air of casual professionalism.
"Why aren't you taking notes?" the student next to her leaned in to whisper, distracted by Tara's sigh.
"I, uh ... have a private study session scheduled with Ms. Rosenberg later," Tara whispered back solemnly, a mischievous twinkle evident in her eye to those who knew to look for it.
"Oh, she tutors?" the young man pressed, his eyes lighting up. "God, what I would give to be alone in a room for a few hours with her ..." he went on, his voice trailing off suggestively.
"I, uhh, I don't think you're really her, umm, type," Tara said as diplomatically as she could, biting her lip to keep from laughing, her eyes twinkling.
"Why not? I'm reasonably good-looking, smart, I'm really nice. I'd certainly treat her well," the guy said defensively.
"And she's, umm ... seeing someone," Tara went on.
"Oh, really?" the guy asked, looking crestfallen. "Is it serious? Oh, God ... I guess that's really none of my business, huh?" he went on, and Tara felt sorry for the poor guy. He looked so dejected.
"Yeah, it's serious. They've been together since Willow was a freshman," Tara said gently.
"Oh, damn," he said. "'Cuz y'know, she's really perfect. Like - beautiful, smart, funny ... she's just ... wow."
"Oh, yeah," Tara said, her tone heartfelt as she nodded in complete understanding. The conversation trailed off as the young man turned his attention back to the topic at hand, and Tara went back to watching Willow.
It was twenty minutes into the lecture before Tara started undressing Willow with her eyes.
At thirty minutes, Tara found her mind engaged in a full-blown naughty fantasy involving Willow and that nice big desk at the front of the classroom and off to the side.
Twenty minutes after that, Tara found green eyes locking into her own, Willow's words faltering slightly before she recovered, tearing her gaze away from Tara's and moving on.
Tara perked up, her attention firmly focused in the now as she found that Willow's eyes landed on her often, but just briefly, skittering away. She bit her lip, her mind turning to things she knew she really shouldn't do, but once the idea had popped into her brain, it wouldn't leave her alone.
The next time Willow's gaze fell on her, Tara caught Willow's eyes with her own before slowly looking Willow up and down, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips. When her eyes met Willow's again, she found them wide and staring before Willow coughed conspicuously and grabbed some water off the desk, drinking a few big gulps.
"Dry throat," Willow said to the class, coughing once again for emphasis before continuing with her lecture.
Tara smiled to herself even as she felt bad for putting Willow through this. Inwardly, she scolded herself, knowing this lecture was important to Willow, and she certainly shouldn't be doing anything to distract her lover.
But when Willow's eyes met hers again, and she saw the merry sparkle in the green depths, she couldn't help herself, placing her index finger up to her lips, licking the tip delicately before slipping it into her mouth.
A tiny grin quirked the corners of Willow's mouth, and she managed to keep speaking without missing a beat, casually turning back to the rest of the class.
Several minutes passed, and another look, and Tara played with the top button of her shirt, fiddling with it before slowly sliding it through the hole, her fingers trailing down to the next.
More minutes, and Willow's speaking got more relaxed and casual, jokes flying as she laughed and talked with the class, explaining concepts with ridiculous but memorable analogies - most of them somewhat suggestive, capturing the attention of everyone in the room completely, and earning more than a few hoots and hollers.
Another look and another button, and Tara tugged back the collar of her shirt, exposing a fair amount of cleavage and looking around nervously to make sure no one was watching her. All eyes, however, were focused completely on Willow, who was looking at Tara with a soft yearning in her eyes and a sparkle of delight.
Willow chattered on, the class participating actively, making comments and asking questions that Willow readily responded to, the give and take of the classroom atmosphere moving the lecture along steadily.
And then, abruptly pulling Tara out of her Willow-filled haze, the class was over and Willow was dismissing the students, calling out the reading assignment. Uncharacteristically, students lingered, chatting with each other about the lecture instead of hurrying off to their next class or to their dorms.
Willow just smiled as several students walked up to her, thanking her for the lecture and praising her efforts. Tara rose slowly from her seat, her body thrumming as she walked down the aisles towards the front of the class.
A man in a suit, presumably the Dean, spoke quietly with Willow, nodding with what seemed like approval and smiling at her, shaking her hand. Willow looked a little dazed as the man walked off and Tara approached.
"Baby, that was great," Tara said enthusiastically.
"The students seemed to like it," Willow hedged humbly, looking down at her feet and shrugging.
"They loved it - and the Dean seeemed to like it, too," Tara said.
"Oh, yeah - he said it was unconventional, but effective," Willow said, her head raising up to meet Tara's eyes, a pleased smile crossing her face. "But I was ... a little distracted."
"Oh?" Tara asked innocently. "It was certainly impossible to tell. You didn't seem distracted at all. And I learned a lot," she added earnestly.
"Yeah? What did you learn?" Willow asked curiously.
"I learned that I have the smartest, sexiest, most wonderful girlfriend in the whole wide world who I would give a great big kiss to right this very second if we weren't in a room full of people, and that the guy who was sitting next to me has a huge crush on you," Tara said with a grin.
"And what did you say to that?" Willow asked, her eyes widening as she contemplated the idea of a student having a 'thing' for her. That was just ... wrong. Then her attention was distracted as Tara bit softly on her lower lip, holding in a giggle. Willow's eyes trailed down to that point, watching the neat even teeth sink into the skin there, her heart thudding in her chest.
"I said that you were very taken," Tara said with a grin.
"Right answer," Willow said with a laugh. "You get a gold star."
"Let's go home and see what else I can get a gold star for," Tara whispered, her eyes trailing over Willow's body as a thousand different possibilities crowded her mind.
"I like this plan," Willow said with a little nod before a bright smile crossed her face and she grabbed her bag, her hand finding Tara's, their fingers entwining.
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Edited to Fix a Rather Glaring Typo - Thanks Autumn *G*
Edited by: Sassette at: 5/21/02 4:05:14 pm
by Puff » Mon May 20, 2002 3:18 pm 
Not many people have that ability. 
YAY!!!!!!!! Yes, you do have special swooning powers. 
Might need one.
at: 5/21/02 2:59:45 pm