Okay, Part 9 turned out to be pretty long, and I haven't had time to type up the whole thing (it's written, just not typed). But seeing as how I'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be back near a computer until Tuesday, I decided to post the first half so I didn't leave you hanging for too long between updates.
In any case, the title "Here, Fishy Fishy" really has nothing to do with this first half of Part 9 - just wanted to explain that lest you all think I'm nuts. Of course, you probably already think I'm nuts, anyway.
***jdcioffi – See? I’m not making you wait too long. It’s all good.
***Thanatopsis – Well you knew I couldn’t keep our girls apart for toooo long, didn’t you? Of course, that doesn’t mean they’ll stay together. Hehe.
***frau rosenclay – Okay, you’re making me blush. BTW, I love your name!
***xita – Yep. Like I always say, give’em what they want, and screw what they need!
***spazz07 – Oh, if you think you’ve seen Take Charge Tara, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!
***Scout – Yes, faking out is quickly becoming a theme in this story. I have no idea why. I’m just strange, I think.
***Loco2 – Well wouldn’t you be proud if you had groped Willow? I know I would. As for Xena… hmm, interesting…
***shootingstar – I’m not sure why I’ve decided to subtitle these updates. But if I amuse you with them, then great!
***pikescoob – They will always find a way… and I think Anya will always find a way, too.
***Grimaldi – Glad you liked it. I wasn’t sure if the staredown worked – I had originally written it very differently, but it scared me, so I cut a lot of it.
***Murasaki S – Hmm… Anya and Tara plotting together… interesting thought.
***mollyig – That babble was the longest I’ve ever gone with her, and it exhausted me too! It just seemed fitting that she’d have it all logically worked out in her head…
***Kieli – Sorry you had a bad week… me too, if it’s any consolation. But I always say laughter is a good thing, so I’m glad if I helped at all.
***Tulipp – Yeah, I think Willow just instinctively assumes the worst… but Tara’s working on it.
***SlayerTazz – Hilarious, huh? *G*
***ally02 – I know I certainly don’t blame her… hehe.
***tiredsoul – That was actually my favorite line… leave it to Anya to wonder whether she enjoyed herself or not.
***the vamp nurd – Dawn impression? Do you have shiny hair? You must have shiny hair!!! *G*
-BB
Title: Into the Woods - Part 9a (aka Here, Fishy Fishy)
Author: blameburner
Feedback: Sure… Always a plus
Summary: While the men are away, the ladies will play. Anya, Buffy, Willow and Tara head into the woods for a little female bonding. Hijinks and wackiness are sure to follow.
Spoiler Warning: None - it's AU, I guess. It's sent in the present - but no big bads, no S6 nastiness. Anya and Xander are together, Giles never left, Buffy never died, Dawn still exists, Spike helps out the Scoobies cuz he gets paid, and Willow and Tara never broke up since Willow was never addicted to magic. Pretty much think "Everyone's happy, together, and their usual amusing selves."
Disclaimer: Not my characters, but oh how I wish they were! Joss, blah blah, ME, blah blah.
Rating: R for now. I know, I know... we'll see.
Pairings: W/T… duh. Also B and A. But not B/A cuz, well, Buffy and Anya? That would just be scary - they'd kill each other!
Angst: Huh? What angst?
Part 9
Tara cracked an eye and groaned.
No one should be awake at this hour, she thought. The tent was still dark, with only the faintest hint of morning light seeping through the nylon walls.
The blonde shifted her head and looked down at Willow, the redhead's face buried into the crook of Tara's neck.
"The Alamo... pink frogs can't remember..."
Tara smiled. She could picture the crazy scene that must have been running through Willow's head. Except somehow, in Tara's mind, pink frogs turned into regular frogs wearing pink tu-tus.
A little creative license never hurt anyone, she thought.
A kick of Willow-foot at some invisible enemy roused Tara out of her thoughts and focused her attention back on her dreaming love.
Apparently things are getting a bit rowdy down there at the Alamo.
Tara snuck a quick peek over at Anya, and then at Buffy, both of whom were completely zonked out. She looked again at Willow, the smaller girl shifting higher on the blonde's body. She had to stifle a gasp when Willow's hand shot out and grabbed her breast with some urgency.
"Ready to fire, Sargeant Pepper..."
"Uh... Wil?" Tara said as quietly as possible.
"Load the pork rinds..."
Pork rinds? What in the world? Tara was quite amused. She guessed that Willow's frog army was about to go into battle.
"Aim... hold the cheese... fire!"
Tara squealed as the hand on her breast suddenly turned, trying to twist it ninety degrees like it was some kind of firing knob. The blonde would have laughed if it hadn't kind of hurt. She had to stop Willow's dream, or else risk Willow trying to twist other parts of Tara's anatomy - and not in a good way.
"Sweetie, wake up," Tara cooed, stroking Willow's cheek. When that didn't work, she shook Willow's shoulder gently, which only seemed to speed up the next phase of the attack.
"Next wave... sunflower bonnets..." Willow mumbled, burying her face deeper into Tara's neck and simultaneously tightening her grip on Tara's breast.
Oh, Goddess, Tara thought, as the pain in her breast was quickly being replaced by pleasure. Time to try again.
"Willow, honey? Open your eyes, baby," Tara said a little more forcefully.
"Colonel Mustard's here... load the candlesticks..."
Uh-oh, Tara thought. Time to try a different tactic, before Tara's breast became an inadvertent casualty of Willow's little war.
She slid her hand down to Willow's thigh and pulled the redhead more fully onto her body, positioning her own thigh between the redhead's. Then she slipped both hands to Willow's breast, being careful to keep her touch light. She smirked.
Okay, here we go. One... two...Willow awoke with a loud gasp, her back arching as Tara pressed her thigh up against Willow's center and squeezed both the redhead's nipples, all at the same time.
"Three," Tara said outloud, a sly smirk on her face.
Willow blinked several times and then looked down into her lover's beautiful eyes.
"Good morning," Tara said merrily, but quietly.
"Tara?" Willow asked, the sudden influx of sensation from Tara's wake up call confusing her groggy mind even more than usual first thing in the morning.
"Who else?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Unless you've got someone else who wakes you up like that?"
Willow stared at her blankly, unable to comprehend humor at the moment. Tara giggled at her lover's dazed state and leaned forward to place a sweet kiss on Willow-lips. Her hands were still on Willow's breasts, and she started gently kneading the supple flesh through her shirt.
Willow's eyes fluttered closed and she moaned.
"Time to wake up, honey," Tara said softly. She loved mornings with Willow.
The blonde felt a bolt of fire race through her body when Willow's eyes opened back up, the hazy emeralds now darkened with desire and crystal clear.
"I am awake," she breathed. "Very awake."
Willow's hands slid down Tara's chest and squeezed, mirroring Tara's won caresses of Willow's breasts.
"Yes you are, aren't you?" Tara whispered huskily, desire consuming her body. She wanted Willow.
Now. Right now.
Willow dipped her head and fastened her lips on Tara's neck, running the tip of her tongue up and down the length of her girlfriend's throat. She squeezed her hands a little harder on Tara's breasts, running her thumbs around and around the blonde's nipples.
"Willow," Tara moaned, her hands sliding down Willow's body to her hips. Tara grasped Willow firmly, and started to rock their hips together. The redhead slid her leg in between Tara's, so they were both thigh-to-clit.
"Oh, God," Willow gasped, and then took Tara in a fiery kiss, plunging deep into the blonde's mouth. Willow swallowed Tara's moan when she tweaked the blonde's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, deepening the kiss.
It was all Tara could do not to scream out Willow's name in ecstasy.
A loud yawn from Tara's right startled both lovers and stilled questing hands - hands which, in Tara's case, were now inside Willow's shorts and squeezing the redhead's firm ass.
Willow squealed and slid off of Tara just as Anya rolled over to look at them.
"Good morning," Anya said brightly. "Isn't it a wonderful morning?"
It was, Willow thought bitterly, though feigning the last vestiges of sleep.
"Y-yes, it is," Tara stuttered slightly, pretending to be the picture of innocence. Willow casually draped an arm over Tara's stomach to keep up the illusion of nonchalance.
"So how did you sleep? I see you two still have your clothes on, so I guess you didn't have sex after all," Anya said, sounding a little disappointed.
"Pay up," came a muffled voice from over Willow's shoulder.
"Well, we still don't know for sure that they didn't have sex," Anya whined.
Tara and Willow both turned a lovely shade of red - for a radish.
"You bet on whether we'd have sex?" Willow asked incredulously.
"Well sure! People bet on horses, don't they?" Anya asked. "And from what I hear from Tara, you're quite the thoroughbread in the sack," she said to Willow, winking and giving the redhead two thumbs up.
"Anya!" Tara shouted, blushing furiously. "Girl talk! Remember what we said about girl talk?!?"
Anya cleared her throat and adopted a sing-song voice. "What we say together, stays together. We do not repeat girl talk with our significant others, no matter how much they beg or how cute they look in boxer shorts."
Willow turned to Tara, indignant. "You told Anya about our sex life?"
"Well... I..." Tara sputtered.
"Don't worry, Tara," Buffy said, rolling over to face the group. "From what I hear, you give Willow a run for her money."
Now it was Willow's turn to blush furiously.
"Oh, God," Tara cringed. "Shoot me. Shoot me now."
"Oh no, Tara, we can't shoot you," Anya said. "That would just be sick and wrong. Only a depraved, demented, evil mind would kill you off for having a hot sex life with your lesbian, gay-type lover. We're your friends! We want you to keep having hot sex for years to come."
"Oh, God," Willow groaned, pulling the sleeping bag-turned-blanket up over both her and Tara's heads.
"Oh, come on now. This is no time to be embarrassed. It's just us girls. Besides, it's time to go fishing!" Anya said, jumping up to her feet.
"Oh, dear Lord," Tara muttered.
Great, she thought.
On top of everything else, now I'm channeling Giles.
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TBC with the rest of Part 9b (aka Here, Fishy Fishy)
"And remember... if you hurt her I will beat you to death with a shovel. A vague disclaimer's nobody's friend. Have fun!"