Good Morning all!! Well the moment you've been so patient for, has arrived. I'd like the reply to the feedback first
Misstizz - I suppose since you are keeping up,you know I'm not big with demony angst. In fact not big with angt at all. I like Donnie in this story though, as he is easily the worst nightmare for Tara, after her father of course. I also really hated that we didn't get more back story for her. I won't reveal how or what happens to the Donnie Maclay family, but I do hope it satisifies all of the readers. I'm glad you like the way I've written the family. Something I really missed from the gang in Season sucks. Here they take care, like a real family should. Okay and i see I've just been running on and on again too. Thanks for sticking in there, I'm just reving the engine now.
scout - Thanks, I'm happy you liked the line. They are soulmates and that allows some seriour romance. I like to build them into this tight cocoon of love. They certainly have that.(always will)
Yes Abbey babble seemes to flow out just like Willow. She fits nicely into the group.
Again I want to say thank you to all of you that read the fic and to those of you that give feedback
Also I really really want to send a Big hug and kiss to my Beta reader. You are a sweetie and you so rock when it comes to getting this out of my head.
Thanks
Now on to the story...............
OH....I'm bumping up the rating for this next one
Chapter 14
Tap.. Tap.. Tap “How many times do you think I have to knock until someone answers?"
“I don’t know Ahn, but settle down it’s still early.”
Xander stood outside room number 185, quietly holding two suitcases and a handled grocery bag. His body exhausted from the drive he only wanted to sleep
“Did you call them?” Anya tilted her head glaring at Xander with frustration. “You did call them?”
Xander shook his head. Anya reached back smacking the side of his head. “Hey, what? Why do you have to keep doing that?”
“Because you have to keep being an ass Xander. If you didn’t call them then they don’t know Giles showed up and that he is watching the store.” Anya turned quickly on her heels knocking Xander off balance. The suitcases flew across the hall slamming against the wall. “And if they don’t know Giles is here then they don’t know we are coming a day early.” She pounded her foot to the floor crunching the paper of the bag.
Hearing the commotion Buffy flew out of bed. She ran to the door separating the two rooms, peeking in noticing the Maclay-Rosenberg family fast asleep.
Little Abbey curled her tiny body against the red head. Tara slipped tightly in behind, holding them close. Buffy padded to their door, double-checking the locks. Satisfied that everything was secure and there was no way in, she padded across the floor to the patio door, finding it secure she moved back into her room.
She slowly closed the door, careful not to wake them from their peaceful sleep. She made her way to the door of her room. Peeping through the hole she noticed a commotion in the hall. They weren’t expecting any company. Buffy threw the door open instantly grabbing one of them.
“Hey, hands off. Hands friggin off.” Anya twisted herself attempting to throw a punch. The slayer easily blocked grabbing it tightly in her hand. Buffy laughed noticing Xander piled high with suitcases and packages.
“What the heck are you two doing here, and now?”
Buffy released her grip on the feisty blonde reaching down to help her friend from the floor. Xander fumbled with the suitcases tucking the boxes back into the paper bag. Buffy noticed the title on the boxes turning to Anya with a wicked grin
“What? It’s for Abbey.” Anya smiled. “Okay, it’s really to get a reaction from Willow but I just couldn’t resist.”
Buffy collected the bags from Xander shuffling them quickly into the room.
“Hey, nice digs here Buffy.” He turned in the doorway.
“Yay, I know. Will really went all out for us.” The slayer led them to a side room. “You two get this room here. Dawn and I are taking the pull out. I just want to be close to Abbey, for protection.”
“Is it that bad?” Anya frowned dragging back the blanket covering the pull out. Dawn groaned at the sudden burst of light, retreating below the fold. She continued parading around the room opening drawers and flipping through the closet. She pulled the bible from the dresser, looked at it throwing it back inside.
“Well not yet, but I expect it will be, as soon as I meet that ass Donnie on the street.”
Buffy quickly started explaining the circumstances since their arrival, all the details of the two wills and Tara’s friend. Most of the conversation focused on Donnie and how he still had control over the women in his life.
“That bastard! If I had my powers. Oh what I wouldn’t do for a nice disemboweling right about now.”
Xander’s body stiffened as his mind flashed with images of his petite wife carving up Tara’s brother.
Buffy’s mind flashed with images of holding him down while Anya carved him up.
“What are you smiling at Buffy?”
“Me oh, who me?” Buffy quickly masked the wicked grin, “Oh me, nothing.”
All heads turned toward the door dividing the two rooms. They could hear a gentle knocking on the other side. Xander moved slowly turning the knob. Abbey pushed her bright little smile around the door. Her eyes popping open at the sight of Anya and Xander.
“Auntie Anya! You’re here.” Throwing her arms around the taller blonde she squeezed tightly. “How come you are here? Mommy didn’t tell me you were here.”
Anya picked up the child flopping them carelessly on the pull out bed. Dawn moaned as their impact bounced her body.
“Well we’re here and your Mommy didn’t know we were coming because Uncle Xander didn’t call her.” Both blondes shot a hard cold stare at Xander.
“Hey! What about the love for Uncle Xander?” Forcing his arms out for a hug. Abbey tightened her grip on Anya
“Uncle Xander you should tell people where you are going. It’s a family rule. Don’t you remember?”
“Yes I remember the rule. Will you forgive me?” He offered his best sad face, which looked more like fish lips after sucking on a lemon. The image forced the room full of women into hysterics. “Well then maybe not so much with the love here. Presents! I’ve got presents.”
His last word perked Anya, almost an instinctive reaction, pouting as she watched Xander hand her the bag. Abbey pulled out two games. “Ants in the Pants and Monopoly Jr. Wow! Thank you so much.”
Hearing the word Monopoly forced Dawn from her slumber. “Did I just hear what I think I heard?”
Buffy jumped next to her sister laughing at the idea of Willow’s reaction.
“Oh, Willow is so not going to like those.” A devious smile spread across her face. She looked at her sister suddenly rushed with splendid joy. Watching the red head react was going to be fun.
Anya’s entire body beaming with excitement, “I know it’s like they were invented for us to torture her with.”
Abbey carried the games to the small table. Placing them in the middle she polled the crowd, “Can we play right now?”
“Sure Ab, which one first?”
“Oh the Pants one I think.”
“Oh Buffy… can I score that one. Please?” Anya reached into her purse pulling out her PDA. Flipping the cover open she added a number to the Abbey column. Buffy laughed wondering where the tally rested. “Looks like we have a new leader.” Flipping it closed she tucked it into her back pocket.
The gang continued setting up the game. Abbey laid out all the little plastic pieces quickly sorting them for each player. “Aunt Buffy the table is very wobbly can you fix it?”
“Oh I’ve got it.” Anya smiled walking over to the drawer pulling out the bible. She quickly wedged the book under the misshapen leg leveling it out. “There! See I bet you wondered what those were in here for.” She smacked her hands together smearing off the imaginary dust. “Let’s play.”
The grand round of Ants in the Pants continued for a while, until the pants seemed too easy to fill. The game had progressed to Ants in the Cup and finally Ants in the Shirt Pocket, until there were fewer attempts at actually hitting Xander’s pocket.
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“Tara? Baby is Abbey next to you?”
“No sweetie, from the sounds of it she’s with Buffy and Dawn.” Tara pulled tightly against her love sliding her face beside the soft skin of her neck. “I’ll go and check.”
“No don’t go yet.” Willow rolled around turning her face directly toward the blonde. “Alone time and smoochies please.”
Tara slowly eased her face toward her lover tenderly hovering inches from her soft sweet lips. Her heart could taste the passion. Her eyes trailed across her face; marking the points of desire, mapping every position of love. She rolled her body to cover the red head. Shifting her weight on her palms against the sheets on the bed, she felt the temperature of their flesh; she felt the fire of their passion. Slowly, very slowly she lowered her lips. Closing the tiny gap feeling the heaving desire exploding from the woman beneath her. Willow ached for the touch of those lips to roll across her own. Hungry with want she consciously licked in anticipation. Closing her eyes as the last space between them disappeared.
“In just one minute.”
Tara forced her body hard against her lover pushing off to climb from the bed. Willow’s eyes snapped open at the sudden loss of contact, her hands grabbing firmly around Tara’s soft flesh. Holding on desperately, needing to fill the desire burning across her body. “Oh no.”
The blonde fought hard to resist. Looking toward her ladylove, catching a glimpse of disappointment her eyes she focused on the fire. Willow’s eyes shined with amazing passion blazing like a torch. Lighting the way to the very core of her soul.
Tara closed her eyes feeling the intensity overtake her mind. Everything vanished in that brief exchange. It was she and her lover and their love. Their eyes met. Their bodies met. Their lips met. And their souls collapsed inside the gap smothering any doubt any hesitation. Willow trailed her hands along the length of her body finding the soft skin of her lover’s cheek. Pulling slowly apart Tara sighed at the separation.
“You should really go check on your daughter.” Tara opened her eyes noticing the bright smiling face beneath her. The red head smirked with satisfaction knowing she’d taken her lover to a place of desire. Wanting so badly to act on every moment of passion. Feeling the pulse of her wife thicken above her.
Tara pushed back recognizing defeat. Knowing she’d find other opportunities to finish what she’d started. She softly padded across the room glancing back at the contented grin on Willow’s face. She inched the door slowly open, catching a glimpse of her daughter flipping plastic insects into Xander’s pocket. The adults in the room captivated by the tiny blonde dancing as each toy found its way inside. Tara noticed the game boxes on the bed; grinning wickedly she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Sweetie, you should come here and see this.”
Willow groaned hoisting herself from the bed peeking her head into the room. The sight of their family giddy with play made her smile. “That’s so beautiful. Goddess Tara they really do love her.”
“They love you too.” Tara pointed to the game boxes on the bed.
Willow shifted her eyes reading the titles instantly losing her smile. “Oh no they are so not!”
The door separating the two rooms flew back into the wall. The red head bursting with frustration barged in on the fun. Everyone but Abbey caught the look of anger, and everyone but Abbey moved away from the game. “Who brought this?” Willow grabbed the Ants in the pants box.
“I did.” Xander raised his hand.
“You’re dead meat Harris.” Willow chased over to him forcing him against the wall.
“Hey, Hey he’s mine!” Anya pushed her hand in between their bodies. “Hands off, you have your own sex slave.”
Tara quickly forced her hands over Abbey’s ears, spinning the child’s face into her tummy. “I wanna see mommy.”
“NO Abbey girl I don’t think you do.” Tara couldn’t help but smile at the situation but quickly tightened her lips to mask it.
Willow grabbed the game off the table. “Someone better fix this. It better be Ants in the Skirt by the end of the day.” Making her way to the bed she picked up the Monopoly Jr. game. “And she isn’t even getting this one till she’s 21.” The room burst into laughter as Willow threw the game back into the bag.
“That’s why we brought the innuendo-y-less Hungry Hungry Hippos.” Xander pulled the game from the bag.
“I was wondering what the hippos might be hungry for?” Anya started to explain their trip through the toy store. “Now that came out a lot more lesbian than it sounded in the store.” She gave Willow a wicked grin seriously suggesting she knew exactly what the hippos might be hungry for.
“So…who’s up for doughnuts?” The slayer abruptly grabbed her jacked from the back of the chair. Making her way to the door she stopped with her hand on the handle. “I’m walking over to the bakery. I’ll be back, anyone up for sugary goodness questing?”
The crowd decided to stay and continue the waging battle. Buffy quickly slammed the door behind her, eager to escape the escalating discussion. Walking the short couple blocks to the bakery she noticed a man coming out of the diner. His ragged appearance and unique bravado struck a familiar chord; looking closely she recognized his face. Her eyes scanned the length of the street, crossing quickly between the slow moving traffic.
“Hey Maclay!” The slayer shouted at the man. Donnie turned sharply noticing the woman. He scanned the length of her body completely unaware of who she was. “So Donnie.”
“That’s me, what can I do for a hot filly like you?” His body flexed with vulgar suggestion, licking his lips with a primal howl.
“I hear you like a woman with a bit of fight in her.” She could sense the sick lusting as his figure moved closer.
“Oh yeah!” His bulging eyes centered on Buffy’s torso, sizing up exactly what he wanted first. The slayer could feel the slime of his eyes crawling across her, fueling her anger to its boiling point.
“Oh then I got just what you want.” Buffy moved in to the man quickly hoisting him against the wall. Donnie bounced hard against the brick smacking the back of his head. His body slouched to the ground dizzy from the impact. Struggling to his feet he stepped toward the slayer.
“Oh you are gonna to pay for that bitch.” He grabbed the collar of her jacket forcing her body viciously against the wall. In the instant her back hit the concrete surface, his eyes popped solid from his head, all air escaping through his writhing face, the strike from her knee sending his body hard to the ground whimpering like a battered dog.
“Consider that paid in full.” Her fingers grasped quick around the collar of his jacket. Forcing the two folds of fabric tightly together, clamping it around his throat. She stood above him straddling his frightened fetal posture. “From this day on every single time you hit a woman, I’m gonna hit you three.” Her fist slammed hard into his head. Each thrust forcing his face solid into the ground. “That one’s for my family.” He slammed against the pavement, blood oozing from the full impact of slayer anger. “That one’s for your family.” He lifted his arms attempting to shield his body. “And this last one is because I want you to remember what it feels like to have someone beat you for no God Damn reason!” Buffy felt the last strike pound him into submission.
Blood dripped from the split of his lip winding down the edge of his chin; his body slumped on the ground defeated. Buffy turned away leaving him huddled, helpless on the ground. Her head pounding with rage but her heart finally satisfied.
Down the block, a young woman sat in the front of a dusty old truck. Her bony fingers tapped the sun-bleached door, her hand swiping curiously across it. A large smile filled her face forging her dark deep frown lines upward, basking in his pain, silently celebrating his defeat. She watched the woman walk from the shadows waiting for an opportunity to play on Donnie’s weakness.
She pulled the truck slowly around the corner, watching the blonde enter the bakery. She leaned from her window looking at the beaten and bloodied man; she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure. How she’d always longed to punish him.
His body jumped as the truck approached, flinching as she stared down.Donnie looked up in anger, “What the hell are you doing here?” He spewed his rage directly at her, slowly crawling to his knees. His battered body wouldn’t move, every bit of his groin throbbing, arguing against the pounding of his beaten face. “Get away from me.”
The woman revved the engine of the truck, turning her attention back toward the bakery. She backed away, waiting for the blonde to exit the shop.
Buffy walked from the bakery carrying a large box of sugary goodness. She stopped glancing at the now vacant street, wondering where he’d gone. Donnie had made his way somewhere. She felt fairly certain he wouldn’t come back. She turned down the sidewalk quickly sensing someone was following. She stepped inside an open doorway watching the traffic move along the street. She could feel the eyes watching, searching for her.
Buffy focused on a dirty truck. The shadow of the sun hiding the face of the driver, she watched the struggle to peek into the store. Buffy recognized the face as it peered from the shadow. She walked from the store still feeling the truck following behind her.
Picking up her pace, Buffy quickly reached the hotel. She entered the front door leaving the box on the counter with the clerk. She raced around the side of the building doubling back behind the now parked vehicle.
Crouching down Buffy slid along the length of the truck, slowly reaching her hand inside the window. The slayer’s fingers grasped hard around the pastel fabric of the driver’s collar.
“What the hell are you following me for?” She tightened her grip still primed from her fight, not realizing her excessive use of strength. The slayer could feel the beat of her heart racing, pounding down her arm into the still tightening grip.
The brunette struggled to breathe working hard to answer, “Tara…..I need to see Tara.”
TBC
Urn of Osiris
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"Anyone else waiting for it to go
'poof'? Maybe we can cover it with flowers." Willow...Hells Bells
Edited by: Urn of Osiris 
at: 10/18/02 5:17:28 am
Even though *my* mind isn't any better.....Miss Willow is in heaven.... :snugger::
break that crayon. 
. Well, if I post what I really thought about him, you's have to change the rating here! 
I believe we had a talk about this rating thing earlier and I have been behaving myself, but I see your little muse has not 
Thank you.
and 
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goes his ass kicked!!!
I'm not sure what happened to my muse. She went off and slammed a few and went wonky. I think she'll recover.
Decisions decisions............. just for you.
But I'll admit that I'm liking this side story alot to. 
-LC
Let me just say I like this Willow... a lot... definitely 
-Viv-
I miss playing Monopoly- any edition- with my girl..... 
She'll stop by for sure once she moves into our new apartment!