So it's final chapter time already. Well, fine. Anyone familiar with my political views knows that I've had to learn to live with disappointment. Wink.
Doesn't mean I can't go kicking and screaming the whole way.
Lovers4ever, you know how much I enjoyed this story. I can't thank you enough for taking the time to put in on the board for us.
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Each was subconsciously waiting for something, a sign or a feeling, that would signify this union was genuine and not formed out of love’s habits.
I'll miss sentences like that. You have such an enchanting way of expressing your characters' thoughts and feelings.
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Willow took the proffered tissues and tried to de-goo Tara as best as possible, although her hands were shaking slightly.
And I'll always have you to thank for the image of Willow de-gooing Tara. It really was a sweet moment; innocent, but there's so much promise and desire that lie underneath.
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"There is something else important about this baby I haven't told you yet," Tara said...
"Her mother is crazy in love with you."
Wow. I was impressed with your Tara for saying this, for making this move. I found it refreshing to have their love admitted and explored without having to wade through a ton of angst on top of a heaping helping of tears and anguish. There are plenty of fine stories around that delve into that in great detail, but I never got the feeling that your fic was supposed to be about that. I liked the pace very much, because you hit on major events and gave us glimpses into the Scooby's lives while not holding our hands, explaining the origin of the wallpaper, and then describing its pattern.
You painted such a clear picture of Willow's love for this unborn child. I got warm fuzzies without feeling like I needed to go brush my teeth. Okay, mixing metaphors, but I think you know where I'm coming from.
And holy collagen injections! The way you can describe a kiss?! "Tara grabbed fistfuls of Willow’s clothes and pulled her close. It was a dream realized." "Their mouths devoured each other, a symphony of lips and tongues and desire." Lucky, lucky girls. Yowsers.
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"Tara, you're just so…breasty. I know it's because of the baby, but I'm like a woman possessed. Is that healthy? I mean I worry that I could be a character on a PBS kids' show. The Breast Monster!" Willow assumed a low, gravely voice and continued, "Must have breasts. Breasts. Breasts. Breasts."
I bahahahahahaha'd until I lacked the oxygen required to bahaha anymore. Move over Elmo, The Breast Monster's in town. Although the marketing might be tough for, "Tickle Me Breast Monster." Then again...
The disappearing whipped cream, Tara's humming, Xanex, the collection of pictures...it all adds up to the warmth you create in this story. I also thought the baby's name and its derivation were inspired.
If you don't write another fic here it will be our loss, but we'll always be able to reread this one as it takes its place in the Completed archives, and for that I'm grateful.
Thank you again...for choosing me to beta for you. You might be able to tell from my rambling here that I thoroughly enjoyed working with you on it. Heck, if you write so much as a grocery list in the future, (and if you'll have me) I'm your girl.
TKOL
...when we find That Kind of Love...