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Imagine this.

A roaring fire dancing in a solid fireplace.

A majestic tree covered with sparkly ornaments.

A hearty "Ho, ho, ho" reverbating from the skies.

Lighting the first candle to honor the season's miracles.

Cheesy Christmas movies.

Children singing carols.

Family coming from near and far.

Wrapping presents. Giving presents. Receiving presents. Unwrapping presents.

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This is the time of year for traditions. Every family, every community, every country has its own special tradition. Here on the Kittenboard, the Holiday season means it's time for another collective offering from the RKT writers.

We believe that good things come in small packages and so this year we give you:


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Each week we bring you, dear readers, a little surprise. It may be a story from a familiar universe; it may be a swashbuckling adventure where our beloved heroines save the world; it may be a re-telling of a seasonal tale.

Imagine a Christmas Stocking stuffed full of goodness. You don't know what is inside, and what it will bring. You don't know how many gifts you will get. You don't know who they are from. You feel anticipation, excitement building up. You only know that it will be wonderful.

Are you ready for the first little gift?
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Are you ready for the first little gift?


Ready? I've been waiting on pins and needles for it.

Well...not literally, of course.

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:pinky :pinky :pinky I cant wait bring it on I want my present soon please I will sit and wait by the tree. :dance :dance :dance :dance :dance :dance

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{{rubbing hands together}} With my best Willow face, and my best Willow squeak I say, "Pressies?"

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Now I know it's that ol' Yuletide season again since the RKT team has hitched up the sleigh and is preparing to deliver eggnog and mistletoe and presents chronicling the adventures of Willow and Tara.

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Story Title – Love comes to Long Lick
Author – Jes Skep It
Pairing – T/W
Feedback – Shorley
Spoilers – Nope. None a’ them.
Rating – NC-17
Disclaimer – Well, I don’t own no Willow nor Tara nor the Buffyverse in general nor Emms either none. And I ain’t likely to start neither. One thing I do have and a whole bunch of ‘em is these words. They’re mine.
Distribution – Chris and Susan are more’n welcome. Everybody else might ought to ask me ‘bout it.
Notes – Howdy and thanks to the whole durn RKT team. Thanks to Diane for all the help thinkin’ this thing through and advice on apostrophes. Thanks to Rachel always. Happy Holidays to everyone.
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Well, Tara give me this blank journal that she said I might want to write down my thoughts or feelings or just little notes to myself. It’s really sweet of her cause I tole her how Pops and I always exchanged our presents a little before and we followed a different calendar that he had laid out for the next hundred years. We lit some candles and said some prayers thankin’ G-d for his efforts on our lives and then exchanged gifts. Tara said I should keep that tradition and she give me this journal and I’ll give her a present in a few days. I hope she likes it. I don’t have much to give her but I swear everything I do, it’s all hers. I wanted to buy her a fancy saddle like she wanted but it’s more money than I could save in the last few months. I hope she ain’t too disappointed on that.

I guess though, that if I’m going to write down my thoughts, they gotta start with my thoughts on Tara. Cause she’s pretty much what I think about most of the time. Ever since that first day I seen her.

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Well, the town’s growin’ for sure and not a month blows by that we don’t have some new family come through, usually stirring up some dust behind their wagon and stopping at the general store for a while before headin’ on. Some’um we see not too much later and they stop in to tell me where their place is. I got a big map on the wall and a bunch of little flags that I whittled a thin piece of stick and stuck on a piece of paper with their names. No one’s askin’ me but I expect there’s nearly a hundred families bout here. O’course sometimes the newcomers isn’t families but a single man and they stop in at the saloon before the general store. Xander sees me shakin’ my head at ‘em and says they spend money in the town just the same.

“That money goes inta Anya’s pocket and I don’t want to know bout what else goes where, Xander,” I tole him last time he said something about it. He just took his boots off the desk, slapped his hat back on his head and headed out the door and across the way whistling to hisself.

Still, with all a these newfolks, I coulda spotted the new school teacher right off. She got off the Wednesday coach lookin’ all prim and proper with her satchel and some books tied with a string and was met by Mayor Wilkins. He’s been all hot to get the school opened up proper now’s the boys all raised it and figures we might get some notice about Sunnydale with schoolin’. He says any town that can boast a bank and school through 6th grade is goin be something to notice. So she stepped off the coach and set down her bag on the planks, lookin’ around and he’s right there to try and shake her hand. She gave one of these curtsies like I’m reading about and he kind of blinked but then bowed to her and picked up her bag.

Now I don’t want to give you the impression that I was watchin’ them but it didn’t take no fancy city folk to figure out how that conversation went. First he was talking fast like he does and waving his hand at the store and over here and the Saloon and down the street toward the school house building. Then she started asking something and he patted her shoulder and pointed toward the Saloon again and he started talking really fast.

Well, I had to get back to my chair pretty durn quick when she turned and started walkin’ this way, him hot on her heels and his mouth runnin’ faster’n his feet. I had my nose buried in King Lear, cause I gotta send it along tomorrow morning when Parker comes through and they didn’t seem to think I been watchin’ ‘em. “Now Mrs. Maclay,” the Mayor’s sayin’ as they come in the door, “I can promise you it’s a very respectable establishment.”

Well her face was all flushed and I don’t know if that’s from the heat or the wind or from her bein’ upset at him about the suggestion. “Mr. Wilkins.” She set her books on a nearby shelf and put her hands on her hips. “I have been on a train for many days and I have in my hand,” she pulled an envelope from one of the books and with a flourish unfurled a letter. I don’t doubt it looks familiar seeins I wrote it for him not a month ago, what with he can’t write more’n his name. “Dear Mrs. Maclay, We are so very happy to receive word of your interest in the teaching position in our town. You will find this a thriving town with…” she looked up at him and tapped the paper, “a store, post office, telegraph office, church, bank, part-time doctor, blacksmith, and two roominghouses.” She folded the letter and stuck it back in her book. “A Saloon is not the same as a roominghouse.”

He looked about as defeated as he ever looks and tried to convince her but I’m wonderin’ if he could see he was out of his depth there. He told me stories bout goin to St. Louis but I guess St. Louis and Philadelphia, where this Mrs. Maclay hails ain’t the same at all. “Well, it has rooms to rent and they serve regular meals and the great city of Sunnydale will be payin’ that all as parta your stipend. “

I kept my head down as they kept on this arguin’ and finally he took a deep breath. “I’m very sorry Mrs. Maclay. Willow here can send that telegram for you.”

“I would appreciate that.” She turned away from him and he kinda stood there before heading out the door calling to me that he’d be over at the bank or his house which you can’t miss. It’s a huge white thing with big pillars and stands up at one end of Main street.

Once he left I looked up at her and she looked like she was gonna cry so I offered her my handkerchief and Xander’s chair. “Willow?” I nodded my head since she already knew my name and she asked for a piece of paper and a pencil which I handed her.

While she was writin’ I got a chance to look at her a spell without her noticin’ so much. Her dress was a real nice light blue with some kinda ruffling on the skirt and a tight waist. And my upper half aint never gonna look like hers with bein’ kind of pushed up but not like Anya’s girls wear theirs. I just ain’t destined to grow like that Xander says but I tole him that’s not any of his never mind. She got a dark ribbon on one sleeve which I think I heard is a way to show respect of the dead without wearin’ black all the time. Her eyes were real pretty and matched her dress and her hair was pulled back kinda tight considerin’ she been on a train for all this time till she got on the coach that brung her down here. She was a right proper girl like we don’t see round here too much. Her headin’ out, I guess I’ll be back to showin’ them kids letters and numbers.

She handed me the piece of paper and I looked it over for a few minutes. “Would you like me to r-read it to you, Willow?”

I guess she didn’t see me readin’ when she came in or maybe she thought I was playin’ possum and can only make the letters for the telegraph. I laughed. “Oh, I can read, Mrs. Maclay. I was just tryin’ to figure if we can cut out letters and save the charge.”

She made a kind of funny sound and motioned toward the door. “Oh Mayor Wilkins can pay for the telegram.” She certainly had her back up over his lyin’ about where to stay.

I shrugged. “Well he likes to save on letters too. I read off the address and then “How’s this: ‘Arrived S-dale. Stop. No accommodations. Stop. Returning soonest. Stop.”

She said it was fine and I tapped it out real quick, her watchin’ my hand kind of curiously. I looked up and felt a blush risin’ in my cheeks. “What?”

She smiled kind of warmly at me. “I’ve just never seen a telegraph sent. Back home, we write it out and pass it into a window and pay the fee and the teller takes the sheet in back and comes out again to say it’s sent.”

“A teller and a telegraph operator? There must be a lota telegraphs sent there.”

She smiled again. “Actually there are four telegraph operators and when you walk in the station you hear this tap-tap-tappety tapping pretty much every moment. It’s like I always thought woodpeckers would sound if I saw one.”

“Oh, you won’t be that excited about no woodpeckers first time you try to sleep near one, Mrs. Maclay. They don’t observe no regular hours like you and me.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, how did you get to be a telegraph operator, Willow? At home only men are telegraph operators.” She finally set down on Xander’s chair.

I motioned toward his chair. “By the way, the Sheriff’s gone out to check on some new homesteads, kind of make himself and his badge known. You’re welcome to stay here and sit’n his chair all day.”

“Thank you kindly.”

I’m not quite so sure about the why but the way she said that kind of made me feel fuzzy so I figured I better get talking and end the fuzzies. “My father was telegraph operator and a bunch a other stuff too. And my mama died when I wasnt but little Lukie Wilkinses age so he always brought me in. I liked the tip-ety-tap-tap too like you said and used to do it on the wall up in my loft when I was trying to fall asleep, like I was writing a song or spelling out stories.” I looked away for a moment. “Pop and I used to play a game telling stories like that at night with me startin’ and him taking over and me and then him and somea those stories went on a month or more.”

She leaned over and touched my chin gently which surprised me but I weren’t scared by it. “What happened, Willow?”

She pulled out her handkerchief and handed it t me which is kinda funny seein’ as I was did the same just a little before. I wiped my eyes real quick. “He was out plantin’ this spring and he left out the house like always with his lunch and the team but he din’t come on up by it was getting dark. I foun him lyin’ there still holdin’ his lunch and he was all cold. I took him inta see Doc Giles anyway but he said maybe it was pop’s heart and there wasn’t nothing I coulda done no how.”

She said she was sorry for my loss kind of all formal-like and took the handkerchief from my hand to wipe my eyes for me which I never seen done before. After a minute or two I took a deep breath and looked up and saw how she was lookin’ at me and for just a second there, I don’t think I coulda tole you nothing about Sunnydale or my Pops or King Lear or any of it. And I felt torn between wanting to stay in that very feeling and what I actually did which is turn my head real quick and grab an apple off the desk and offer it to her.

She took it with a polite thank you and just then Emms come runnin’ through the door and straight into my lap for a big hug. Dawn come slouchin’ through a second later. She leaned against the doorframe with a pout on her face which is pretty near her specialty. “Y’all here bout your mail?”

Dawn just kinda nodded but Emms put out her hands palms up and scrunched her eyes all shut like she wanted a present or at least their mail. Well they didn’t have any mail which I told ‘em but I did reach into the bag I keep there and put a few little carved letters into Emms’s hands. I’m workin’ on a whole set and right now I got A-G which she likes to play with. She’s right smart and learnin’ her letters. She ain’t even five years old and small at that. Round about the time the Summers moved here and then Mr. Summers done run off with some lady from Nebraska, Emms folks got sick and sicker. Once they died, there wasn’t no one to take care of her and I guess some ladies thought Mrs. Summers could replace bein’ sad about her husband run off with a new baby so they handed Emms over. She’s pretty near my favorite little kid around and that’s sayin’ some.

Well Dawn was disappointed when I said there wasn’t no mail and she got to her usual speechin:
“Of course not, nothing interesting ever happens around here. I’ll grow up and get old and die here, stupid and hick.” She wandered over and plucked a book off the shelf and then started readin’ it, strugglin’ over a few words and asking me for some help.

Well, Mrs. Maclay kind of sat up straighter and watched all us and tried to help Dawn over a few of the bigger words. This Mrs. Maclay was real polite interruptin’ us to explain a couple words to both of us too.

“Who are you?” Dawn ain’t never been big on manners that anyone around here noticed.

Mrs. Maclay, on the other hand was the very picture of manners. “I’m Mrs. Maclay, nice to meet you.” She did stick out her hand unlike the curtsey she tossed at the Mayor but maybe that’s some kinda rule.

“She’s gonna be the new teacher.”

“Good luck with these stupid hicks.” Dawn looked up as she spoke and saw her mama comin’ toward the door, and Mrs. Summers don’t like bein’ kept waitin’ so she put away the book real quick and took Emms hand and out they went.

“I was going to be the new teacher. Now I’m going to be returning home.” She didn’t sound like she wanted me to argue and I was tryin’ to figure out what to say when a telegram came in so I took that down and posted off the received, meanwhile she stood up and started looking around the office.

I finished up that telegram and put it aside in an envelope. More’n likely when Xander comes back he’ll volunteer to take it out there anyway. Then I went back to my readin’ while she took her little tour of the place. I noticed that she didn’t spend long lookin’ at the cell. Maybe it’s not considered ladylike to be spending time in a Sheriff’s office and jail cell but she needed a telegram sent. Then she walked over and looked at the bookshelf for a spell and then the map on the wall.

When she came back over she was smilin’ real pretty. “I like the map and the books.”

“Oh. Well ma’am, you see, my pop made that map back when he and his daddy first got here. He wanted to know where everything was and he went out and drew it all down. And he made little changes to it over and over. That one,” I motioned with my pencil, “is the last version. And folks always come in to tell me who they are so I can take in their mail and I put a little flag in their spot. That map’s got over a hundret flags in it now.” I pointed out the flag for my place and the jail here and a few other spots. She was smiling full-on now which I kind of liked so I kept right on. “And the books ain’t no regular library but when someone dies or leaves out without and leaves one behind it comes here or sometimes Mayor Wilkins or Mr. Rayne, owns the general store, buy one or two for us when they’re in the city. And we trade on down and up the mail route. I pulled out a few slips of paper from my desk drawer. See these say who’s got what and they got the same down there. Like I gotta return this one when Parker come through tomorrow morning.” I held up my King Lear.

“So you’re the town librarian, census taker, telegraph officer, and post office?” I nodded. “Why does the map say ‘Long Lick’ across the top?”

I laughed at her question. “Oh well, ma’am. You see when Mayor Wilkins’s great-granddaddy and his brothers came out here, they had ridden a long bit. They come down from San Francisco and I always thought maybe they had a little trouble up’n there. The come up on the water and got down from their horses and the horses started drinkin’ it up. And one’um says, ‘Well this place is worth a Long Lick, ain’t it?’ So that was the name round here. But then Mayor wanted us to sound more modern and less like them hicks Dawn’s complaining of so he changed it up bout ten years ago. My pops liked the old name so he didn’t change in on his map.” I shrugged my shoulders like always makes Mrs. Summers narrow her eyebrow at me and give me a lecture about my posture but I guess Mrs. Maclay wasn’t from the same school of Missus because she let it go.

“It’s a name with promise. That’s for sure.” I wasn’t quite sure what she might have meant and I didn’t want her to think me one-a them hicks Dawn was mentionin’ so I nodded my head.

“You could come stay out at my place if you want. I mean… it’s not the Grand Hotel or something that I heard about but it’s better’n that … I don’t want to insult you, Mrs. Maclay, but I don’t think you’re gonna like stayin’ in that Saloon until your return gets straightened.”

She bit at her lip for a moment and I wondered if maybe my outburst was really not a great idea. It just sorta popped into my head which thoughts have a tendency to do. It was the first time I seen her not look like she knew exactly what she was goin’ do or say. She took a few minutes like she was really thinkin’ it over but I don’t know what else she could do. She could stay with Mayor Wilkins or run after Mrs. Summers or head back to the Saloon but it seemed to me that I’d be the best choice. Finally she smiled just a little bit. “Only on the condition that you let Mayor Wilkins pay you what he would have to pay the Saloon for my room and board.”

I don’t know why but her answer made me right happy. “Well that’s a deal, Mrs. Maclay but I gotta warn you about a couple stuff.”

“Warn away, Willow, and please call me Tara.”

“Tara.” I liked the sound of it on my tongue when I let it slide along there. “Well first off, I can’t claim I’m a great cook. Probably some rabbit stew and biscuits but I got a peach pie that I made last night and forgot to bring into Xander this mornin’.”

“Duly warned, what’s the second?”

I held up my book. “I gotta finish this by mornin’ so I don’t know I’m gonna be great company.”

She smiled again and said that would be fine before yawning a bit.

“I don’t mean to insult you but there’s a nice cot back there if you want to go rest in one’em cells. I can wake you up in a few hours and I won’t shut up the door or anything.”

I didn’t never get to hear her answer because in comes Cordelia, a pie perched all flat across the palm of her hand and every piece of her dress and bonnet in place and about shiny as a new nickel. She’s always been that-a-way since we was little kids, wantin’ to dress up me in some fancyness or even Xander when she could catch him. But now that she’s Mrs. Mr. Mayor Wilkins, she’s just even more so like she was before. She hardly said hello to me before she was all greetin’ Tara and obviously Mayor sent her but she was all smiles and here’s a pie I just made (if Cordelia made a pie, I’ll eat both my shoes). Well, to hear it told, you’d think the Mayor’ll be sleepin’ in the barn tonight for even thinkin’ that a lady like Mrs. Maclay could stay at the Saloon and she can come and have dinner over at their place and stay there while everything gets figured out on where she’s goin’ to stay. Well, there went my chance at some company for the evening but she’d be more in her element with their fancy plates and no rabbit stew but Tara done surprised everyone in the room when she explained how I already invited her and even had a pie. I thought Cordelia might kind of cough herself out the front door tryin’ to be both polite and insult my pie once at the same time but she managed not.

It seemed like Cordelia thought she had a issue to bring up about was Tara goin’ walk out to my place with me but I said that I was gonna walk out and get the wagon and come back for her, which about started a row between me and her cause she said she could certainly walk two miles and I argued that she had to carry her bag and her shoes didn’t look like two-mile-walkin’ shoes. Cordy solved that one, insisting that she drive us both out to my home which had the advantage of savin’ me time but it also meant that I wouldn’t get no chance to do a little cleanin’ before Tara arrivin’ at my house. And also, the 45 minutes walkin’ was goin’ be a good chance to get the actual rabbit for the actual rabbit stew, not that I was going to mention anything of that case to Mrs. Cordelia Wilkins. So she insisted that she’d be back at 4:00 to pick us up and run “our charming selves” home.

“She seems… nice,” Tara said as she watched her leavin’.

I can’t say my response showed a lot of enthusiasm for that idea but at least Cordy was doin’ the right thing by offering a place for Tara to stay. Can’t say either why that thought made me feel kind of sad. Probably just been a while since Xander or Clem or even Buffy come out to the house for any dinner company. Like Cordy was a little too kind to say outright, I can’t claim any great culinaryness. Pop and me was more like eatin’ fast and then tellin’ stories or playin’ checkers or reading a book if we had one.

One thing my house got over Cordelia’s big white mansion. I never been in there but I heard that they drink alcohol in every meal. I can’t see where a woman can stand her husband drinkin’ every day. Danny never hardly drank a drop and I get his letters, don’t mention no drinkin’ to go with his music. I wasn’t quite sure if I should give Tara a warning about it but she seemed pretty able to take care of herself. By the time I finished my pondering on the subject, Cordelia had pulled up out front. Tara hefted her bag and her books and tied her bonnet back on and I picked up King Lear and my satchel and rifle and left the telegram sittin’ on Xander’s desk in case he wants to run it out to the Walsh place. If not, I’ll walk out there or ride out there tomorrow.

I didn’t have to say more’n three words the way out there with Cordelia telling Tara every wonderful thing about our town. Cordelia come up the path right next to the door where she could turn the wagon around real easy and resaid her invitation about how Tara’s gotta come over for some tea and talk tomorrow afternoon and also that if she wasn’t comfortable out here, how very welcome she’d be at the Mayor’s house as long as she wants to stay. Well, Tara was real polite about the offer and I thanked Mrs. Mayor for the ride out and she took her cue to leave out of there.

I seen Tara kind of lookin’ around the place from the outside and figured on showin’ her around some later on. The sun’s still goin’ down late so we got a few hours at least. “Why don’t I show you where’s you can set down your things and lay down if you want.” We went inside and I kind of cringed at the state of the place and kicked a few pieces of clothing under the table and Pop’s bed, plus grabbed the quilt and tried to smooth it out real subtle. And she was real polite, like I woulda expected, pretendin’ to get really interested in a little drawing my Pops made of my mama back when they first met and not watchin’ me try to straighten the place up. “That was my mama back when Pops first met her. He said she was a looker but that picture don’t’ look none as pretty as you.” I don’t know why the last popped out of my mouth like Xander always says my mouth works faster’n my head. My cheeks was burnin’ and I didn’t give her no chance to answer. “You can stay in Pop’s bed and here’s a basin with water pitcher and the privey’s out back. I gotta go feed the animals so if you want to take a rest you can just do it howsever you want.” I grabbed my rifle real quick and headed outa there before I could say somethin’ else stupid.

I got the cow and horses fed real quick but did stay a few minutes with the horses to give em some carrots I pulled from the garden on the way by. When I was little I didn’t like horses none but I got over it as I realized how much faster I could get anyplace and how much more work I could get done with some help. Now they’s my friends and I like to visit with them a bit every day. The oldest, Angel, moves kind of slow now but he’s a good animal. His offspring, Willie, is more spirited but kind of foolish sometimes, and Drew is a good worker but wanders off if you don’t put a halter on her or close the barn door. I learned me that one the hard way.

I took my rifle and went for a slow walk for that rabbit which didn’t take but maybe 30 minutes but I got a look at the trees’n pulled down a few apples. I stopped back and fed some to the horses and put the others in my pockets for later, then tossed down the feed for the chickens. Damn those things. I know they give me eggs and they sure are tasty but they peck at my feet when I go in there with the basin and I don’t think they got a lick of brains between all their 30 heads. People say a chicken will drown in the rain from opening its mouth while lookin’ up and I wouldn’t doubt it. I guess Tara could tell me cause her bein’ a teacher she probably knows all kinds of facts like that.

I took care of the rabbit out behind the barn because Tara didn’t strike me as the type girl who enjoys the sight of entrails and such in the middle of the kitchen. The pelt come off real easy so I put it out with some others, intending to use it in some slippers later this year. I come in real quiet in case Tara would be sleepin’ but she was actually sitting up reading King Lear. She jumped up real quick and said she hoped it was ok but she hadn’t read it in a while and always liked it and thanks for the rest.

I pulled down the big stewpot and started to cleaning and cutting the potatoes and carrots and green onions and rabbit meat and tossing it with some water and a little flour and she offered to help but she was supposed to be a guest and I tole her so. She pulled up a chair into the kitchen and talked to me while I worked and I gotta say, she looked even prettier than before now that she washed up a bit and pulled down her hair. I got everything set to cookin’ on the stove and put some biscuits in the back where they could stay warm and asked did she want to take a walk around since we had some time afore dinner.

She said certainly and for a minute I thought she was going to take my arm once we got out the door but she didn’t. I probably talked way too quick once we got outside but it was my element. I was born on that farm and I spent ‘bout every night of my life there. No one knows the place like I do. I showed her the barn, pointin’ out places to avoid stepping and introduced her to the horses and cow and even the stupid chickens and I guess she likes horses because she spent a while petting them and whisperin’ in their ears. I asked her about ridin’ and she said she likes it and did I have a side-saddle which I heard of but never actually seen. And I said maybe I could get her into my britches and she can ride that way and she blushed so maybe it wasn’t as good an idea as it seemed in my head. Then I walked her around the garden, with berries and potatoes and carrots and pumpkins growin’ bigger that I figure to win the prize third year runnin’ for biggest and zucchini and ever other thing I got there.

We walked way out toward the orchard, me talkin’ the entire way of course, tellin’ her every little thing about the farm and the trees and every other thing I could. . I got nearly every kind of fruit tree I could ever want with pear and peach and cheery and fig and pecan and three different apple that I liked trying out new ones since Pop showed me how when I was little and some come out good and some not. I always been a person who felt better talkin’ than listening and I guess she had me even more so than usual that way. Once we got out to them trees, she started bein’ kind of impressed with askin’ what kind every one was and I told her all about how my mama loved fruit and Pops planted all these and then how I can't use 'em all and people come by and pick 'em if they want and that's ok with me. She kind of looked at me sideways like she was testin’ me and pulled down a handful of cherries and looked at me that way again before takin’ a bite. Thing is, and I can't explain it, but I got this feelin’ in my stomach I ain't never had before when she did that and I had to kind of look away and talk some more about the trees. I seen her lookin’ at me kind of funny when I started unlacing my shoes and I tried to explain to her about how the ground always felt so perfect on 'em and can't nothin’ be wrong when you can feel your own land in your toes. Pops taught me young to always walk our ground in bare feet when I needed to think and it ain't never failed me yet. I guess she didn't understand, either she was too much a lady to be takin’ off her shoes and stockings in some field. She finished up her fruit and we walked back in to check on the stew, me carryin’ my shoes over my shoulder.

Once I checked the stew, I brung out a blanket I keep by the door and asked her would she like to set on the porch and she said of course. We set on that swing that my Pops put in not long after he built the house and porch with it and I wrapped that blanket over our laps, makin’ us warm enough I guess and said just wait for the sunset cause it's the best thing I ever seen. I started to say it's the prettiest thing but that didn't seem so true and I said best. Seemed like every time I said something like that she looked over at me and her blue eyes and flickin’ eyelashes and I coulda just forgotten a bunch of words.

"Have you ever been out of Sunnydale, Willow?"

"I been up to Laster and Trumbow for shoppin’ but never farther than that and never overnight. I slept ever night my life right here in this house. Well, except a few whisperin’ nights at Buffy's."

She looked at me funny and I thought maybe she was gonna take my hand but she didn't. She watched that sun settin, the rays makin’ her hair look all like fire. "Did you ever want to leave?"

I stopped to think for a minute before answerin, that being a change for me. "I don't know why I'd want to. I mean I got milk every mornin’ and fruit grows all around my house and every person I ever knew by name lives right here." I thought about it for another minute. "Except if you go on, then I'll know one person, don't live here no more. But I'm still holdin’ hope on you."

We watched the sunset finish up without talkin’ no more and then went inside. She ate the stew and biscuits and even some of the pie and didn't complain about none of it. I bet it wasn't the kind of food she was used to but she was polite. I tried to kind of apologize again about my not bein’ no expert on cooking but she said it was the best meal she'd had in days. When we finished up dinner and washin’ the dishes, we set down and started reading King Lear back and forth out loud, taking breaks about every few pages to tell more stories on our lives.

I told her more about Pops and about how he grew roses on mama's grave. I told her about when Xander and me was kids and runnin’ around everywhere and how he got Sherrif from throwin’ a good right hand and people voted him up even though he ain't hardly 20 years old. And about Danny and how he's a good man but one's gotta go conquer the demon of wanderin’ and music before he's ready for coming back to stay.

And she told me all about her daddy works in a bank and he wanted her educated to marry a good man. And her brother's startin’ workin’ in the bank too. She told me about balls and plays she's been to and a library with thousands of books and everyone in the whole state can check out a book or sit there all day readin’ it. I said maybe that would be worth leavin’ the farm if only over night. Her mama died when she was young like mine but she had a housekeeper lived with her and then governess to teach her how to dress and talk and eat. To hear her tell it, sounds like a big part of being a lady and livin’ in a city is using more forks at dinner and wearin’ more kinds of drawers under your dress. I guess some ladies have whole other ladies help them get dressed every mornin’ and I don't know what they do if they need to visit the privy.

Well, by the time we finished up our book, I bet it was after midnight. We both made our trips out back and got into our nightdresses and for a minute she argued she should sleep in the loft but I couldn't have no guest up there. I said I insisted and that was that and she stopped arguin’. Right before I clumb up that ladder, I had to confess cause it was just eatin’ me up. "Tara, I gotta tell you somethin’." She just looked at me so I went on. "I wrote that letter about the boardinghouses. I coulda told Mayor that I wouldn't but he maybe would have got someone else to do it. That ain't no excuse though and I'm sorry."

She tilted her head a little and then reached out and took my hand, turning it over in hers and rubbin’ her fingertips softly over the palms. Mine ain't soft like hers from workin’ around here but they ain't rough like Clem or Riley or even Xander. "I know, Willow."

"What?"

"I saw your writing on the map and when you were making notes about the telegraph."

"You ain't mad?"

She smiled a little crooked smile and held my hand a little longer. "I need to figure out what I'm going to do but I'm not mad at you, Willow." She seemed to hesitate a minute but then she told me. "I think you're about the sweetest person I've ever met. I don't know that I could be mad at you."

She dropped my hand again and I stood there with it kind of hangin’ for a minute. "Ok, well that's good because I felt bad and wanted you to know. Which you do." I felt like my cheeks were gettin’ hot so I turned and clumb on up and into my loft that I hadn't slept for a few months. "Good night, Tara."

"Good night, Willow." She was quiet for a few minutes, then adding on. "Willow, would you tap me a story to fall asleep to?"

"But you won't understand it none."

"That's ok." She sounded all quiet and a little lonesome so I started on a story I made up right then and there, all about this new mouse that comes to town and don't know anyone but she's real sweet and pretty and everyone likes her. Somewhere about when she was lovin’ the town too, I could tell Tara was asleep so I let off and fell asleep myself.

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Next day, I woke early and slid down that ladder all quick and quiet. I grabbed my clothes and dressed out back which was a bit chilly but not too bad. Then I headed out to do my chores with feedin’ and milkin’ and picked a basket of fruit of all kinds. Heck, if Tara likes fruit so much, maybe I can bribe her into stayin’ longer for the fruit. I came back and opened the door real quiet so as to not wake her and and kind of startled because she was awake already and had made her bed and dressed. She looked real pretty too in a different dress from yesterday and her hair pulled back.

“Good morning, Willow.” She sure was bright and chipper in the morning for a city person. I always thought they slept late and got a maid to bring them in some tea. I guess not though because she said she hoped it was ok, she made some coffee from what she found in a tin and warmed up the biscuits a little. I sure was grateful that I brung in all them fruit too and I set them on the table just grinnin’ like a fool. She took a glass of milk outa the pail and I did too and we set there and had breakfast together. Maybe it’s like in a roominhouse but I never stayed in one or hotel neither. I asked her if it was like stayin’ in a hotel and she said the hotel has more fancy pictures on the wall but the company is better here. I guess she was actin’ kinda funny, sayin’ that and then lookin’ away right off.

“I need to set off for town in a few minutes and I wondered if you wanted to head in and see the school and store and all around? I could hitch up the wagon so’s you don’t have to walk in your pretty shoes.”

She said that would be very nice and we finished up our eatin’ and I went out to get the wagon hitched. She came out and fed Willie and Drew each a few apples and talked real sweet to them both before I helped her climbin’ up. On the way I told her a little about the town and how the school’s so new and books and everythin’ and she asked about how many kids is around here and I told her that too. I said that she could go over to the store and say hi around there and if she needs anything, Mr. Rayne will get it for her but he ain’t the friendliest to me even though him and my mama was kin. My Pops said Mr. Rayne always felt like the post office oughta be in the store but Pops filled out the paperwork on the post office in the town and he didn’t want to be so close in office to his brother-in-law so he set up at the Sherriff.

And I wasn’t quite sure how to say the other thing about him but I needed to try. “Tara?”

“Yes, Willow?”

“He’s my uncle but Mr. Rayne?” She nodded and I knew she was listenin’. “Even though you bein’ married and a widow and all that, you don’t want to be … standin’ in any tight aisles nearby him. If someone’s in the store with you, better that. I don’t got no trouble with him but Buffy and Cordelia before she become Cordelia Wilkins and even Anya before she …? You know what I’m tryin’ to say?”

She smiled a little at me and nodded her head. “Thanks for the warning, Willow.” We got into town and I unhitched the horses from the wagon and tied them onto the railing with her givin’ them some more pets and sweetness. I said I was sorry I wouldn’t have no time to walk out to the schoolhouse with her but it’s open and she said that was ok. As she was walkin’ off, I worried about her lunch but she reminded me that she’s supposed to eat with Cordy, sorry, Mrs. Wilkins.

Well, the telegrams was bout piled back that wire and I spent half the morning takin’ them down and then Parker come through with the mail and took in ours and traded some books and talk. He tole how somea the towns along been and asked after our new school teacher, everyone knowin’ she was comin’ in yesterday and I didn’t say nothin’ about that Saloon-nota-bordinghouse row, just that she seemed nice. He said he’d be back this weekend for the raisin and I said see him there. He’s got a thing on pretty girls and he talks real smooth but I seen through him and I bet Tara can too. I didn’t know whether to lay another warnin’ on her or she’s gonna think ain’t nothing but no goods around here.

Well, I didn’t have to worry so much about that cause next time I saw her was she was sitting at my desk talkin’ with Xander when I come back from runnin’ them telegrams around the county. I was really glad I brung Willie into town this morning by the time I was done but a few of them folks gave a tip which is pretty unusual and I bet I nearly got enough for a book in all. I walked in the door and they stopped talkin’ real quick which made me worried that they were talkin’ about me but she was looking at me all sweet and come over and asked did I think I could handle a guest another couple days.

I felt about like as happy as ever at the thought and said so real quiet cause Xander would argue that I need to move into town and live nearer other folks if he heard me. I ain’t lonely out there and I don’t want to leave my place but I liked Tara’s company and her smile is awful nice for goin’ to bed and wakin’ in the morning. Mayor Wilkins had come by in the mornin’ all like he’s running for office some more and how sweet I am and could she stay out my place a little longer and raised the amount he’ll pay. I bet they laid it on Tara too while she was at lunch about stayin’ cause maybe finding a school teacher is about like a fish and once you get one on the line, it’s easier to get it up on the bank than to start all over on a new fish.

Shortly after the two of ‘em headed out so he could introduce her around the bank and store and it sounded like he was tryin’ to convince her to visit the Saloon. She don’t seem like the Saloon type which we already established but somea those girls do want to do some readin’ and I know Anya’s wantin’ to get the teacher to come over there a bit and work with some ‘em on their letters.

She come back while I was hitchin’ up the horses and he was all gentleman with her. I ended up invitin’ him to come join us for dinner, him not been out to the house this week and he come along. We ate more of the rabbit stew again and I hope she don’t get tired of the same dinner but it’s one of them ones I know how to make. He left after we were done eatin’ and said see me tomorrow and then both us this weekend.

Well, I don’t know but maybe havin’ a houseguest ain’t no good on sleeping cause we talked and talked and talked until I don’t think we coulda had nothing more to talk on but I guess we did because we finally looked at my watch near ta midnight and yawning around our words. I was just about to climb up that ladder and she took my hand lookin’ all scared. I wanted to just hug her and make her not scared no more but she was just trembling and I waited. She said she had something to tell me like I told her yesterday and she was afraid I’d be very upset about it.

I reached my fingertip up and ran it along her cheek, real gentle. “I don’t think I could be very upset with you, Tara.”

She swallowed real hard and then said kind of fast like afraid to not get it out about how she wasn’t really married and didn’t really have no run-down husband. She said that she didn’t want to get married and her father was pretty open on her life but he was worried for her coming out here, her adventure she called it, and insisted on the widow story for her bein’ safe. And she said real quiet how she knew she didn’t want no husband which I never heard of but I said that don’t everyone have to marry. She seemed happier on that and I was glad and I guess she was really scared cause I never heard her voice kind of tremble and skip around like that little speech.

I was tempted to give her a little hug but she kind of wrapped her arms around her and I said well ok, good night and clumb up my ladder and she asked me to tell her another story so I started up where I ended that last mouse story on now the mouse was settlin’ in and actin’ like she was going to stay in that town and the other town mice was real happy about that.

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Well next mornin’ she seemed all over that nervousness and kept looking at me real sweet over the coffee and breakfast. I’d picked a specially big bunch of cherries cause it seemed like they was her favorite. While eatin’ she asked about could she stay out at the house today cause she wanted to write a letter to her old governess, named Miss Calendar, and do some washin’. I said sure and showed her about where I keep the soap and all and she remembered about the crick although she giggled that she thought it was a creek. She was special giggly this mornin’ and maybe that’s a city girl thing too. I tole her I was gonna walk into town and I could hook up the wagon if she thought she wanted to go anywhere but she said she was content so I got my book and lunch and headed off. It was right nice too, when I looked back she was standin’ on the porch waving and I had the strangest thoughts about goin’ back and hugging her somethin’ fierce.

Them thoughts just kept themselves goin’ all day so’s I almost mistook a telegram and finally just gave up on reading my book, just sat lookin’ out the door and finally set on the step watchin’ people goin’ up and down the road for a long time, sayin’ hi to everyone and the like. Much as it felt like I was in a fog, it was a good day too and I felt all happy inside. A few times I had a scare like if Tara weren’t at home when I got there but my sense told me she was goin’ be there and we could have dinner and more talking too. And I guess she musta give Mayor Wilkins some kind of maybe answer on stayin’ on cause he come by all happy at my efforts and he knew that made the difference. As the afternoon wore on, I just kept bein’ more eager to see her like I never felt like I was with plans with Buffy or Xander and I left out of the office ten minutes early, so eager to see her.

I was practically runnin’ on the way down the road and barely even noddin’ my head at other folks as I passed them and had to keep tellin’ myself to stop and just walk. I wasn’t sure whether I should shoot something for our dinner and I didn’t even know if Tara liked rabbit or if she was just bein’ nice with eatin’ it two days in a row so I held out on a few that hopped across my path. I stopped out at the end of the path and kind of tried to use my hand to smooth down my hair, not wanting to look like a hooligan when Tara was always lookin’ so pretty. I swear my heart was just poundin’ away in my chest, goin’ boom, boom, boom like I run all the way home for no good reason.

I eased open the door real quiet thinkin’ that in case Tara was restin’ or readin’ or something, I didn’t want to startle her. But I was the one that got startled. She was readin’ but she turned around real slow and just smiled at me and put down her book and I felt all funny inside again. Then I noticed the smell in the room. There was a big pot of flowers on the table and I could smell chicken roastin’. “Tara?”

She stood up and walked slowly across the room and took my hands in hers. “I made dinner.”

I swallowed hard, both because the smell was makin’ my mouth water and because I felt all funny from the pounding and sweatin’ and just general dizziness. “I … I could smell that. It smells about as good as anythin’ I ever been near.”

She smiled broadly and I could see a whole bunch of her teeth and I just wanted to hug her so I did. She probably thought it was strange plus which her bein’ in a pretty dress and me in my clothes that I walked to town and back and did my mornin’ chores but when I pulled back she had a real sweet smile on her face. “Come sit, Willow.” She walked backwards and I walked forward and she kind of waved me into a chair .

“I need to go do the feedin, Tara.” Well, she shocked me like nothin’ when she said that she already done it. I didn’t want to not trust her but I don’t know a city girl knows what chores to do so I kind of asked real lightly what she did and she actually did it all, plus which brushed out the horses today too. Well, she started servin’ up dinner and I was about to pass out from it all. Chicken and bread and potatoes and carrots and beans and for dessert she made a cherry pie that didn’t taste nothin’ like mine which is a real compliment on it. I probably ate too fast and a few times I saw her lookin’ at me funny so I tried to make myself slow down. Not like I want her to think I ain’t got no manners. Finally I asked her why she been doin’ my chores and makin’ this amazing meal for me and she said that she was just so happy to know me and to stay at my place while settlin’ in.

“I’m just as happy to know you, Tara.” I about stammered out my words but I don’t think she was understandin’ what I was trying to say. By that point we’d both filled our stomachs and I’d had two pieces of pie besides and she suggested that we head out and swing a bit and watch what she called “one of your sunsets.”

We set there and the sky got a little darker and then a lot pinker and redder and then more darker and finally real dark and we could hear all these little sounds all around like crickets and one woodpecker and the hootin’ of an owl and I started pointing it all out to her and she kind of leaned over and took my hand in hers and if she didn’t mind the way they felt, I didn’t either and I tucked both hands under that blanket.

“Tara?” She looked over at me and then back out at the trees and I kept on, being afraid of loosin’ my speakin’ nerve. “I know that you’re a school teacher and all and probably want to live in town and have more fancy things. But I … well, I just wish you’d stay here as long as you want. I, kinda, really like havin’ you here and I don’t know when I’ve been so happy just eatin’ and readin’ and talkin’ with you every evening.” She didn’t answer for a few minutes so I plunged right on in again. “And it ain’t just because I’m lonely out here or cause Mayor Wilkins been payin’ me for your room and board. I just … I feel all special inside just knowin’ you’re here with me and all day long today I kept thinkin’ about you bein’ here when I got home. I mean do you get it at all?”

Well, didn’t she just do the darndest thing that I never thought of before. She turned toward me and still holdin’ my hand under that blanket. She took her other hand and touched my cheek real gentle, kind of running the tip of her finger along my jaw and then she just leaned in and kissed me right full on the lips. Well, I didn’t know whether to fall over from shock or just kiss her back but I chose the latter cause it felt so good. Well, I ain’t but eighteen years old and I know I never been out of Sunnydale for more’n a few hours but I didn’t know nothin’ could ever feel like that. It was like every New Year, when me and Pop take a quick drink of whiskey that he said will burn out all your sins and cleanse your soul for the year to come and the heat starts at your belly and kind of shoots out from there. That heat was shootin’ but it was kind of shootin’ in every direction all at once and I wanted to just go on kissin’ and bein’ kissed like that but I was startin’ to feel like I was going to faint dead away like in old novels so I had to pull off. And Tara looked … I can’t even describe it. She opened her eyes a second after me and she was all breathless, just like I felt and her lips were kind of fuller and pinker than before and she looked scared for an instant and I didn’t ever want to see that look again. And I can’t claim I was thinking through every possibility for makin’ her not be scared but the first one popped into my hick brain was go right back to that kissin’ and I did.

And that kissin? It ain’t what I thought from the few times Danny gave me little pecks on the lips. I never felt nothin’ off those but knowin’ I was supposed to like kissin’ my feller and I didn’t dislike it none but I wasn’t goin’ huntin’ him down none neither.

But kissing Tara was not like kissin’ Danny at all. I dropped her hand and kind of put mine behind her head, pulling her closer like I realized I just couldn’t get her closer enough and I just wanted to pull her into me or me into her or us into the each other. It all felt so good that I just didn’t want it to end and she knew a fancy trick where she used her tongue to get me to open my mouth and touched my tongue with hers and boy did I take it from there. When we finally stopped all that kissin’ and I don’t know how much time gone by then, I kind of pulled away and looked at her and smiled and she smiled at me and then she blushed that blush she gets.

I didn’t know what to say and I guess she didn’t either and finally one of us suggested that it was time to be gettin’ to bed. I’d told her during the evening about how busy tomorrow would be with our goin’ to the raisin and then the dance so we knew we needed to be gettin’ some shut-eye but it was so hard to pull away from that swing. Even so, I found myself couldn’t let go of one of her hands and we walked inside still holdin’ like that and shared some more of those kisses that seemed to take all my good thinkin’ right away. It took quite a bit longer than usual for both of us to get dressed into our bedclothes and use the privy and all that seein’ as we took a break every few seconds or minutes to be close again.

It was well after 1:00 in the morning by the time I was up in my loft and heard her askin’ me for another story. I started tappin’ it out, all about that mouse who found herself another little mouse and how happy they were gonna be together and all that and while I was doin’ it, I kinda let my mind wander. And wander it did. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Tara kissed me. A lot. And I kissed her back. It was nice and I guess maybe she was feelin’ a lot like I was with wantin’ to be close and not be apart and I started to thinkin’ about that and then thinking about all the books I ever read and plays too. Well, I set right up and banged my head on the ceiling when it struck me. I was in love. With Tara. With another girl. And I don’t think I minded one little bit. I never actually heard of such a thing but it sure seemed to be true.

“Tara?” I didn’t want to wake her up if she was sleepin’ but I hoped she wasn’t because she would know.

Her voice was sleepy when she answered, “Yes, sweetie.”

Sweetie. I liked it. “Can a girl be in love with another girl?”

There was a long pause and I started to worry that maybe I was scarin her with my question. Finally I heard her very quiet answer. “Yes, Willow. Very much yes.”

“Ok. I was just wonderin’. Good night, Tara.”

She said good night too and I went back to tappin’ the story and I guess we both fell right off to sleep.

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Well I was up early that next day with the chores but I stopped a few seconds at the base of the ladder and looked at her all asleep on her pillow lookin’ like an angel. I wanted to kiss her again, right there but I didn’t want to wake her and I was a little afraid that I’d never get that cow milked and animals fed so I headed out and dressed out back again. I got the animals done lickety split and then picked off a few bushel baskets of fruit to take out to the barn raisin today. By the time I got five big baskets loaded up in the wagon, I was sweatin’ like crazy and she’d come out back to look for me, holdin’ her hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun. I put that last basket of apples in the wagon and run over there real quick but I got worried just as I arrived that maybe that kissin’ was a last night kinda thing or a Friday night thing or a one time only kinda thing. I stopped and just looked at her for a minute, my mind repeatin’ over and over how I was so in love with her and I bet I had a real silly look on my face but she did too. I took her hand in mine and she lifted my fingers, that was real dirty from my morning’s work, and put small kisses on each fingertip sayin’ how I work so hard all the time and how lucky she’s feelin’. Well, I tried to assure her that I was the lucky one and then I give her a little soft kiss on her pretty red lips and she kissed me right back which made me think it wasn’t any Friday only thing.

Once we finished up that particular kiss she smiled at me again. “I’ve never been to a house raising before, Willow.”

I took her hand and we started walkin’ toward the house cause we needed to eat a big breakfast. As we went I told her about how it’s kind of funny cause Riley needs a house built out on the corner of his daddy’s land where his daddy gave him 20 acres to start on and Mrs. Summers been so clear he ain’t marryin’ Buffy until he got a real house. But at the same time, while the men’s buildin’ the house, women gonna be workin’ on Buffy’s wedding quilt so even though no one sayin’ they’re getting married, everyone knows they’re getting married. And I said about how Riley’s always loved Buffy even when we was all kids and he was a few years older just like how Xander’s always loved Anya but now she’s in business and she ain’t never gonna marry him and have no kids. Tara said she’ll help on the quilt but she didn’t bring her stitchin’ needles but I said I bet Mrs. Summers got some for her or one’m other ladies and she asked me what I’ll be doin’. Well, I was kind of embarrassed to tell her how my stitchin’ is so bad cause Pops could never teach me right so I’ll take the kids down to the creek to catch fish for the fry later on. I think everyone’s always so happy about the fruit, I could drop it off and lay down under a tree and they’d think I earned my dinner anyway but I like takin’ the kids and I don’t mind if they get muddy or swim neither.

I picked up the eggs and we went in and had a huge breakfast and then she got dressed in one of her regular day dresses that’s still nicer than any dress I ever wear. And we hitched up the wagon and headed out to Riley’s daddy’s place. It ain’t far from here and Buffy won’t be too far from me once she’s married but I guess once she has a bunch of kids she’ll be all busy anyway. I stopped that wagon where the others were and Clem helped us down so I introduced the two of them. I watched Tara a little careful-like cause some people don’t know how to react when they first see Clem. He was in an accident when he was a little baby and his face didn’t never get recovered from it. She didn’t blink an eye, greeting him and smilin’ like she would to about anyone. I grabbed a basket off the back of the wagon and a few other men that were out there unloadin’ grabbed some too and we got them all took over to the tables, me introducin’ Tara the whole way. Everyone was just as friendly as I knew they’d be and I hope that’s still convincin’ her on stayin’ on. I just don’t know what I’d do if she went back to her city now.

I was just settin’ down that basket and up runs Emms, practically knockin’ me over jumpin’ into my arms and Tara recognized her from the other day. I give her a bunch of hassle about how she knocked out one’a my ribs and broke me besides but she laughed and jumped down to take my hand and pull me off toward them other kids, all lined up by their fishin’ poles. I could barely even give Tara a nod and seein’ Mrs. Mr. Mayor closin’ in on her. Probably she’s the better person for introducin’ Tara round all them women anyway cause sometimes look at me a little funny. Dawn and her friend Janice were lookin’ all bored like with all the kids and their poles and I begged them all let me go and say some hello to Buffy before we tromped all the way over to the creek. Well, Emms wanted to go with and I picked her up again and swung her onto my shoulders like Pop did when I was little and found Buffy and her mom all welcomin’ folks and organizin’ the event. She didn’t have but about 12 seconds for when you comin’ round? And then she was back to her organizin’.

I seen Tara one time standin’ in the middle of a whole bunch of women when I went past with all them kids plus Dawn and Janice. My mind was pretty much thinkin’ about Tara and everything happened in the last couple days so I just managed to keep a reasonable eye on them kids and help them puttin’ worms on hooks and takin’ fish off and grabbin’ up this one and that one that fell into the creek, more likely got pushed by each other. Ain’t no one servin’ any lunch so I pulled some apples out of my pockets and most of them kids got somethin’ too and we had the bestest time down there at the creek. Me and little kids just got a way and I ended up carryin’ about two or three of ‘em hangin’ off my arms and shoulders once it was time to come on back. Dawn and Janice slouched in with that load of fish and handed it off for the fryin’.

I didn’t know whether I ought to go and look up Tara or not but I seen her standin’ there talkin’ to Buffy and laughin’. I guess they were gettin’ along pretty fine. I wasn’t sure whether I ought to interrupt them but I kinda been thinkin’ on Tara all day and missin’ her smile and she looked up and seen me and give me a right big one. Well, I might as well-a been a fish and she put me on her hook and pulled cause next thing I know I’m standin’ there talking with her and Buffy and blushin’ every so often. Not too much longer Mrs. Summers started bangin’ on a big pot to let everyone know the fish was ready and we all gone over there to get some food. The men got in line first which no one complains on cause buildin’ a house is some hard work but me and Tara still managed a pretty good sized plate of fish and potatoes and green beans and some of my fruit been made into a cobbler or two.

Well everyone near wolfed down that food and then cleared the tables and chairs real quick. Round here we got a right band with a fiddle player and harmonica and even Doc Giles playin’ guitar pretty good. Danny was better but he ain’t been around for a while so people stopped askin’ when he’s gonna be back a few months ago. I knew Tara got her some dancin’ trainin’ in all her school but I didn’t know if she was gonna know how we dance out here. She done just fine though and near never took a break in the night. Every time I spun past her she was all breathless and hair comin’ loose every which way and skirts twirlin, as beautiful as I seen her yet. I danced a few turns with her and Buffy both cause we long been used to dancin’ with each other when the boys was busy or we outnumbered them and didn’t want to set still. I seen Faith dancin’ with Tara a time or two as well and hoped she wasn’t sayin’ nothing embarrassin’ cause that’s about her specialty like poutin’ is Dawn’s. I danced one with Faith and a few with Xander and even one with Mayor Wilkins and Mr. Rayne and Doctor Giles. Clem wasn’t dancin’ cause he always feels too strange dancin’ although I can’t even count the times I seen Xander or Faith lay a good right hand on someone sayin’ something about Clem’s face.

The moon was good and high by the time we’d clumb into our wagon and called out a few giddyups. For a while there was real traffic, everyone headin’ the same way but the other wagons started to turn off and head in their directions soon enough and we were pretty alone. Tara said somethin’ about the chill in the air and then she was leanin’ right up against my side, her hand in mine again and all I could think about was feelin’ her lips on mine once again so I hardly could keep the wagon on the dirt and away from a tree somewhere and I said so and she breathed should she move and I said “hell no” which I then apologized that I hope it didn’t offend her. She laughed about that and said speakin’ offending, she danced with Faith.

My hand tightened on the reins but I relaxed a bit and tole her how Faith done grew up with the rest of us except her folks was no good drunks and dumped her off on Mrs. Summers anytime they could and then one time never come back at all. And how Mrs. Summers had thoughts on how a young lady ought to talk and not fight and Faith dumped herself off on Anya’s porch one day and didn’t go back to the Summers. Well, we all though Faith gonna be one a Anya’s girls and I guess she thought so too until a cowboy tried to make due on that thought and he left the Saloon missin’ some teeth and a big patch of hair and holdin’ his side beside. Well, Anya and Faith always been close so Anya just pushed Faith toward the bar with some sort of comment like Faith should damn sure know how to poor whiskey which sayin’ woulda got about anyone else the treatment like that cowboy but Faith laughed and jumped right over the thing. Ever’ once in a while she has to pick up some drunk and toss him out the door and into the dirt but mostly it’s just pourin’. I watched to see how Tara was takin’ it all cause I know Faith’s really set on Tara’s gonna teach her readin’ and writin’ and I said I would but she says she can’t let me cause she don’t want me teachin’ wrong. I think she just don’t want to admit there’s one thing in the entire world I do better. I kinda tossed the idea toward Tara about Faith and she murmured that poor girl and phrases like that and said she’d “call on her” which made a funny picture in my mind. Come to think of it with all these thoughts in my head lately on me and Tara, I’m startin’ to have some wonderin’ about Faith and somea Anya’s girls.

By the time we got home I barely thought I was gonna be able to stay on my feet to stable the horses and I insisted on droppin’ Tara at the door to the house although she was pleadin that she should come with me. I gave her a quick kiss and she teased that the faster I got them horses taken care of, there was gonna be more like that. I felt like that hot liquid in my body again and bout broke a record on gettin’ them horses unhitched and wiped down and fed. I stopped out back and then practically run into the house. Tara had lit some candles so it looked real nice and she was already in her nightshirt so I got washed up and got into mine right quick.

Tara averted her eyes while I was dressin’ but the rest of the time had this just dreamy look on me so I could hardly keep from throwin’ myself at her. It seemed like forever but I bet didn’t take me no sixty seconds to get ready for bed and then I was kissin’ her and kissin’ her and I didn’t want it to end even though we was both about to drop and yawnin’ and sayin’ “sorry” every other moment. Finally we both yawned at the same moment and started laughin’ somethin’ fierce. I was about to climb back up into that loft and Tara suggested that there was plenty of room in the bed, which there was. I didn’t hesitate none on takin’ her up on that one. All I know is that I wanted to feel her body against mine as I slept and she certainly seemed to have the same thoughts. My only regret is that I was so plumb tired I fell off dead to sleep and didn’t even enjoy none of that body against mine time.

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Tara was awake when I opened my eyes and I guess she’d been up a little while, cause she done made biscuits already. And I was shocked when she said she’d fed the horses and milked the cows and happy when she crawled back onto the bed to give me a few quick kisses. I looked at the watch and told her how we had just enough time to take baths before goin’ in to church. Then it occurred to me maybe she’s onea those folks I heard who don’t go to church. Well she laughed and said she would go but was I goin’ and I told her how I like the music and there’s lunch after. Pop always said just cause our G-d ain’t got exactly the same name, don’t make it no different G-d.

She looked like she was gonna giggle when I said that Sunday and Wednesday was my bathin’ days and picked up the soap and towel and dress and underthings and all. It occurred to me that maybe she never took no bath outside so I tole her hat I was pretty sure Cordelia would allow her to take her bath up at the Wilkins house whenever she wanted but she declared it an experience worth tryin’. I wasn’t too sure what she was gonna think about the idea worth tryin’ round Christmas time but for now, she thought it sounded “fun.” We was real playful stolling down to the water hole and I showed her where I always put my things up in the crook of a tree and then stripped right down and dived in. I guess maybe that made her nervous but I didn’t think nothin’ about it. Pop and I always took our bath on different sides around this big boulder but Tara was a girl. About half-way through getting skinned I wondered if people went takin’ off clothes in the city and maybe not but she smiled and then started joinin’ me. And again, I’ll say this. I ain’t gonna look the way she looks but her body sure fits her good. I started havin’ those funny thoughts again and had to duck my head under where I know a cool spring runs. We tossed the soap back and forth and got good and clean and then brushed out our hair. She said that sometime she would braid mine if I wanted which I would definitely appreciate. Buffy used to do it when we had our nights together but Pops couldn’t get it down and then I been out here alone a while so I just let it hang down my back or tie it with a few pieces of leather. I overheard Mrs. Summers and my Pops yellin’ once cause she said I wasn’t learnin’ to be no lady and he said that he didn’t think not knowin’ how to make braids made him no bad parent.

Which ain’t to say Mrs. Summers and Pops didn’t get along no good. I always thought they was pretty close friends and I guess Pops trusted Mrs. Summers good enough for raisin’ me up like a girl. One time I remember he run me over there to spend the afternoon with Buffy only once I got there Buffy and Dawn was somewhere else and Mrs. Summers said she needed help with some cannin’. Well, funny how she decided in her head to tell me all about my female time and what it meant and how to handle it and when Pops come back to pick me up he was all embarrassed askin’ if I had a good visit.

Well, I was talkin’ about Tara and I been writin’ on this story more’n a week now and ain’t never gonna finish if I don’t writer faster or say less. Cause mostly I want to tell about how I met Tara and what she means to me and what I give her for Christmas and what it all means.

Anyway, Tara and I finished gettin’ ready for church and we rode on into town while I tole her all about how Doc. Giles is also the preacher cause he got called by The Lord he said and we ain’t got no one else wantin’ to be a preacher. Pops always said havin’ a preacher that’s also the doctor cuts down on how far his hand sticks out when he’s askin’ for money at least. Until a few weeks ago we always had church in the Saloon which Parker said is funny but I never seen it no other place so I don’t know. Now we been havin’ church up in the school and I found it an easy time to slip in how much we’re just dependin’ on having that school held as a school to Tara which she whispered back that it seemed more and more likely all the time. I hoped that she meant she’d stay cause of me but truth is I don’t care why she stays as long as she stays.

Well, the moment we parked our wagon, there was Mayor and Mrs. Mayor Wilkins helpin’ us both down from the wagon and didn’t we look so pretty and such. Some the other money folks that didn’t come to the raisin’ yesterday was there too and all so happy to meet Tara. I don’t guess they much cared to meet me again but they was nice and acted like they did know I was there. Tara had her real pretty bible that she told me was her mama’s back when her folks got married. Once we got done greetin’ all those folks we headed in and sat down in the middle nearby Xander and Anya and Buffy and Riley and Faith. I guess most churches wouldn’t be so happy on Anya comin’ in but she ain’t never asked no one that I know and no one says she ain’t welcome. Doc. Giles don’t make no bones about the kind of G-d he’s talkin’ about welcomes everyone through the door.

Speakin’ of, I guess Doc. Giles wants a school teacher pretty bad too cause it seemed like his whole sermon was about neighborness and bein’ friendly and welcomin’ and the like. At the end he asked did everyone have a chance to meet our new school teacher like he didn’t even know there was no question on was she stayin’ and what an asset she was gonna be to Sunnydale. Well, I ended up eatin’ my lunch with Xander and Buffy and all them while Tara got trailed around here and there by every person that wanted to seem important in the whole town. I glanced up ever’ few minutes and didn’t see Parker or none of them slick guys talkin’ her up so I just let the fancy folks go at their convincin’. This week Cordelia had provided lunch which really means the girls that work up at her house cooked half the night so I was concentratin’ on that good food and Xander was as well. Faith slipped into the end of the bench kind of late mutterin’ something about oversleeping which is just bunk. She ain’t sat through a sermon since we was all too little to reach the benches but she shows up for a meal and usually one of Anya’s girls will come in a little while later and set down with all them.

A couple times I seen Tara across the room and we both give a smile. Faith was arguin’ with Riley about something which I don’t even listen to the two of them no more. And Buffy was tellin’ me something about her linens and the like. Also that Riley was just so manly and didn’t I think he was the manliest man around and such. I didn’t tell her that I was pretty sure Faith could knock him out with one good punch. Riley’s ok and a good farmer but he ain’t as friendly to some folks, including Clem, as I woulda liked. Anyway, all this conversating was goin on as it always does and Emms run over and clumb up between me and Buffy and asked if she could have my cookie which I give her and then started using my green beans to spell out cat and pig and the like. Well, Faith glanced over at what we was doin and then she looked at Tara. I’m not sure that I liked the way she was lookin’ at Tara none and I guess she could tell off my look cause she leaned over and whispered, “I just want her to teach me to read, Wilbur,” (which she been callin’ me for years cause she knows it makes me all mad). “I can see anything else is a lost cause already.”

Well I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that but she smiled when she said it and it seemed like a nice smile so I said darn right. Pops never liked me swearin’ but I thought it fit in this case.

She laughed and said there you go and kind of punched me on the arm which I guess was supposed to be friendly but getting’ punched by Faith, even friendly-like, ain’t never fun for the person attached on that arm. I also tole her that if Tara left town I’d still teach her to read but Faith patted me and said Tara wasn’t goin’ nowhere. I hope she’s right because even though she works in a Saloon, she usually is.

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We headed out after lunch and by the time we got back to the house, I was near crazy from the beatin’ of my heart. Or maybe I done developed another heart since we left out from the church. Tara was sittin’ right up next to me, her hand restin’ on my leg since she couldn’t hold onto my hand while I was holdin’ the reins. We had the whole afternoon in front of us with no obligations and no chores. I needed to head out and feed later on but that was it. No one in Sunnydale went out visitin’ on Sunday afternoons by our town tradition. Folks either went home with someone else after church to visit or stayed at home themselves. Some towns I guess men went around settin’ on the porch with pretty girls but we just never got that tradition and I always felt ok on that.

Tara insisted on headin’ out to the barn with me to put off the horses in spite of we was both wearin’ our best dresses. I said I didn’t want her getting no mess on her pretty dress which she said the same back too and again blushin’ on likin’ the way I looked in a dress. I always felt kinda out of place in a dress but I wasn’t goin’ wear no britches to church.

We went in holding hands and, well honestly, stoppin’ for a lot of kissin. I felt dizzy from it all and can’t say I was thinkin’ too good. Tara said a few sweet things on me and I tried on her but mostly all I could think was that I was in love with her and did she know it and did she love me just a little. And more than that, was she goin’ stay. That coach was leavin’ out Tuesday and for all I knew she was goin’ be right on it and takin my heart along with her. She asked what I usually do on Sunday afternoons. I told her about my Pops and I used to play some checkers or read to each other or sometimes just set and swung on the porch. Or I would walk out in the trees and he would go down to mama’s grave and tend the roses.

Tara took my hand. “I’d really like to see them if you’d like to show me.”

I couldn’t hardly talk to walk her on out there and I was pretty shocked when she stooped down next to me and untied her shoes right next to me and set them by the door. She smiled, real playful, “I’d like to feel the ground under my feet. See what it’s like.”

I took her hand and walked her on down to where my folks was restin’. Their place was still in the orchard but nearer the creek and I picked up some small stones as we walked and handed two to her. I set my stones on each headstone and Tara did the same and then I kneeled down and started carin’ on them roses and weeds for a little while. When I finished, I seen that Tara had tears in her eyes. She give each stone a little kiss and whispered somethin’ I didn’t hear toward them as we started walkin back to the house.

We washed up and went inside and I just looked at her and … I don’t know what happened. Somethin’ just all welled up inside me. I took a few steps forward and started kissin’ Tara. I didn’t want to scare her but I didn’t want to stop neither. We was standin’ up and I could feel that dizzy comin’ back and maybe she did too cause she started pushing me backwards toward the bed and the back of my legs hit it and I sat down. Well, Tara kind of hiked her skirt up a little and set down on my lap.

We kept on kissin’ and she started brushin’ her hand over my arms and then to my hips and up my sides. I wasn’t so sure what she had in mind but every place she touched felt like fire. I was about as happy as a dog when you scratch behind his ears. I wanted to have her feelin’ the same and started runnin’ my hands over her just the same. I brushed across her bottom and kind of started away when I realized but she took my hands and put them back there. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and leaned in so she was on top of me.

Well, I was feelin’ stuff I didn’t recognize at all. I could hardly breathe and I was startin’ to feel … funny in my female places. Somehow we was both gettin’ less dressed all the time and I seen a patch of skin on her chest and thought I was goin’ start cryin’. “Can I… touch…?”

“Oh yes, Willow. Everything.”

Everything. I didn’t quite know what to do and I probably embarrassed myself a few times on not knowin’ what was goin’ on. I touched Tara’s breast and later was … well… kissin’ one and she made this sort of whine. “Did I hurt you, Tara?”

She almost laughed. “No, sweetie. It’s a good sound.” I took her word on it and a few minutes later noticed I was makin’ the same without really meanin’. It wasn’t somethin’ I could stop and I didn’t think I wanted to.

“I wanna be so close to you, Tara.” I didn’t say that I just didn’t know how but I wanted her closer and closer.

And then she looked at me all sweet and run her hand along my cheek. She didn’t say anything and I gulped when I realized she was naked. I guess we had been makin’ more progress on them clothes than I noticed but then I was a bit interested in everythin’ else going on. We kept rollin’ over and over so first one and then the other of us was laying on the bed and the other on top but never very far apart cause I guess she felt about the same way on closeness.

The other thing is… well, it’s embarrassin’ to write down but I felt kind of funny. I been out of diapers a good lot of years and I knew it wasn’t my female time but it was like I sprung a leak or somethin’ I didn’t know whether to kind of scoot under the covers so Tara wouldn’t know or maybe say I needed a trip to the privy and try to wash up or what. I bet I was red as a beet cause Tara pulled back and asked me what was wrong and I turned redder even. I could feel my ears just burnin’. Finally I said I would only whisper in her ear and she said ok. “I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my female parts.”

She looked at me kind of sad and asked what and I told her and she smiled. She was holdin’ my eyes with hers and took my hand in hers and … well she moved it so that my fingertips touched her and she was just as wet as I was. I almost pulled back but she held my hand there and whispered in my ear. “Does it feel nice, Willow?”

I didn’t think I could speak so I nodded. I moved my fingertips a little and noticed that when I did she made that wonderful sound again. I ran them along her … well I don’t know what to call it but she was so soft and warm and wet and she made these amazing sounds. Somehow my fingers just kind of slid inside her body and it was about the very best thing I ever felt before. She grasped my arm and closed her eyes and let out this big long moan and G-d if I didn’t just … Well, I stopped thinkin’ all together and just did whatever made her squeeze my arm more and make that sound again. Pretty soon she was kind of thrashin’ against my hand like when you’re breakin’ a mustang and then her body kind of squeezed down on my fingers so hard. G-d. It was…

Before her breathin’ returned to any normalness she had grabbed me and was kissin me and saying she loved me which kind of caught me off guard and surprised me cause I knew just how much I love her but I didn’t really think she was feelin’ the same way. “G-d, Tara. I love you too. I just… I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do if you head on out of town on Tuesday.” I’d started cryin’ which wasn’t all that romantic but she just pulled me in close and stroked my hair and whispered about how she wasn’t goin’ anywhere and she’d be here, in my home and my bed as long as I wanted and I said how about forever.

And then she kind of stopped strokin’ my hair like she was trying to make me stop cryin’ and started strokin’ my skin different. And my funny feelinness was comin’ back but now I knew it was ok and she … well you remember how she had a trick on usin’ her tongue when she was kissin’? Well, I guess she knew some other tricks cause I ain’t never felt anything like that kissin’ and where she was kissin’ and her hand on me and in me too, makin’ me hers forever if I wasn’t already. I didn’t know what to do but I didn’t have to think none, just feel what she was doin’ and try not to break her wrist off when my world exploded. She tole me a bit about that explosion business since then and showed me a few more of her tricks not to mention lettin’ me try some out on her.

I just don’t know how much more I can say. My face is about to burn off and I’m wishin’ she was ready to head home just now cause … I got that feelin’ again and I just want to lay her down and go slow as anyone could ever go slow or maybe slower’n that.

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Well, it’s taken me one big bunch of words to tell all about how we come to this Christmas, our first together. I think it maybe took me a few weeks to really believe that Tara wasn’t goin’ climb on some coach some day and head back to Philadelphia with her family and a girl to help her dress and books piled on books at a library. But she convinced me pretty good with her bein’ so happy and startin’ the school on up plus which quite a bit more of that Sunday afternoon business. And I feel like after startin’ out such a bumpkin, I got a good handle on that business after all and Tara says she reckons I got it about down but that ain’t no reason we can’t both still be workin’ at it. Not that it seems like work at all.

Well, like I said I wanted to get Tara one’a them side-saddles but they’re more money than you’d think. I maybe should have enough about March time and I can surprise her good then. Till then, I got Tara a book called Shakespeare’s Sonnets that Uncle Rayne got for me while he was up in San Francisco and I give him the money before he left cause he says he ain’t givin’ credit to no family which really just means me cause I still won’t give over the Post Office to him. And I turned out to take them pelts and put them into a set of slippers for Tara so her feet can stay warm in the house. And I got a bunch of little things I made or found for Buffy and Xander and Dawnie and Emms. I finished up that set of letters finally and bet she’ll just be tickled when I get her the whole set.

So Christmas Eve Tara and I finished about the best and biggest meal I ever had in my entire life and that includes the spread at Buffy and Riley’s wedding a few months back. Tomorrow we’ll go out runnin’ around and visit folks and I sent off a telegram for her earlier today to her family in Philadelphia to say Merry Christmas that she sprung for the extra letters instead of Xmas like some people started. We do ok with my salary for the telegram and post office and the whole farm feeds us and her salary on teachin’ and Mayor Wilkins still payin’ me rent for her to live here which I would want for free. So she had enough money for the extra letters and she teased me about watchin’ me send the message and how she fell in love with me that first day when I sent off that first message and my fingertips moved so fast but I don’t believe that’s true. She just likes to tease sometimes and turn my cheeks red.

Well we grabbed the quilt off the bed that folks made for my mom and pop when they got married and that I guess no ones gonna make us one and we went out on the porch and wrapped up. The sun set early cause of it bein’ so late in the year but we could watch the stars brighter than anything in the world. I’m teachin’ Tara all the constellations but I think she knows them and is teasin’ me on names and such. On the way out, I grabbed a few items on the sly and I think she did too and for a few minutes we kissed and snuggled and then I said about presents. She loved the slippers and the book too. And she’d gotten me a different Shakespeare As You like It and also a pretty new book called Moby Dick and she was her usual teasin’ self sayin’ that it ain’t about what you’d think at all. And then she kissed me real long and real deep and said that there was nothing left for her to give me because she’s mine and mine completely. It made me even happier about the gift I made for her. And I bet I got a silly grin on my face before I pulled out that last box.

“I wanted to get you a fancy saddle like you wanted but it didn’t work out none, Tara.” I handed her the box and kind of waited all nervous.

“It’s light.” I nodded. She unwrapped the ribbon and opened the lid and I think maybe it took her a second to realize what I done give her. Then she was smilin’ when she pulled that little stick that I whittled out of the box and slowly read the flag on it. “Rosenberg-Maclay.” I meant it too. That flag ain’t got no reason to just say Rosenberg no more cause she belongs here as long as she’ll stay. She kissed me somethin’ fierce then and then whispered could we go and put it on the map right away. Well, I hadn’t been thinkin’ we’d leave the comfort of our porch or bed this night but seein as I’d do about anything she asked, I give her a kiss or two or three and hopped up and hitched the horses to the wagon while she went on inside and got a big rock we keep by the fire to wrap up in a blanket and take with us for warmin’ our feet and by the time she come out with it, I had brung the wagon around the porch.

Now ridin’ in the wagon together is always a real joy and we get to cuddle up in the cold which we did. We come in past the Wilkins house where about every window showed lights up and I wonder if them kids was sleepin’ at all. Then up past the Saloon where things was extra hoppity. I guess I’m getting’ to know that place better now that Tara goes over there every week to meet with Faith and somea them other girls too. Faith’s been out to our place for dinner more too although usually she’s gettin’ ready for workin’ bout dinnertime. She’s one person I think sees our love for just what it is and ain’t shy about it at all. On occasion she says somethin’ that really makes me or Tara blush but mostly she just acts like she knows and doesn’t care. Of course that don’t keep her from sayin’ sweet things to my Tara ever so often that make me feel like I need to go over there and get her to punch me in the nose. I’d say go teach her a lesson but I ain’t never gonna get a good punch in with Faith and I know that one. I bet she could beat Xander but he ain’t never made her try.

Anyway, we come up to the jail and went inside which it was open of course. No one’s gonna steal nothin’ out of a jail house even if Xander’s home asleep (or at the Saloon more likely) and I locked down the telegram so no one can send no sly messages or nothing. Unless someone comes along and desperately needs a book and steals one, I ain’t worried for the stuff there. Sometimes drunks wander over from the Saloon and sleep their drunk off in the cells and some days I come in and knock around loud and wait for someone to come out shielding their eyes from the sun and makin’ me wonder again why they drink so much. I lit up the lamp and held it in one hand and Tara’s in the other and we went over to Pops map. She looked at me all sweet again before pullin’ out the old flag and then asked was I sure before stickin’ the new one in there. After, we both took a few steps back and just gazed, first at the new flag and then at the whole map.

“See, I tole you you belong here with me, Tara Maclay.”

She leaned closer and put a soft kiss on my neck, tellin’ me that she had known that since that first afternoon.

My eyes wandered up to the top of the map where Pops put our town name. And her joke finally hit me. “Long Lick? It’s a name with potential?”

She laughed long and hard and deep and then whispered in my ear. “Come home, Willow Rosenberg, and I’ll show you what I meant that afternoon.”

Well, I couldn’t deny her and why would I? I bout broke a record gettin’ us home and the horses put up and us put to bed where we could both demonstrate that potential and truly celebrate the Holidays.

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Debra, Debra, Debra,

What a delight! Oh, I loved it! I just smiled my whole way through your fabulous story! Your consistency with the language was utterly wonderful; you never faltered and it felt completely natural and intoxicating. You weren't kidding when you told me earlier that it would be long; but I felt you could go on for ages and I'da keep reading.

First off. The characters. How awesome to see the entire cast all together again! Mayor Wilkins married to Cordy (made sense to me) and relying on Willow for his letters. Anya being the proprietress of the Saloon (and dance hall) made me laugh. You even had Clem! Dear, dear Clem! (I love Clem.) You wove a wondrous Willow; smart and earnest with just a little country bumpkin mixed in. And Tara, she is introduced as this glamorous city lady and I was very eager to find out just how the two of them would get together at all. Dawn was a riot...
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You even named the horses Angel, Willie, and Drew! Made me chuckle, you did.

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"I think you're about the sweetest person I've ever met. I don't know that I could be mad at you."
Despite this being a short story, it didn't feel particularly rushed, which I really enjoyed. It was a slow, gradual, and compelling love story. I enjoyed Tara's domesticity in making dinner for Willow that night, and being all sweet and giggly. Willow's innocence in dealing with her new feelings was absolutely scrumptious...
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She was readin’ but she turned around real slow and just smiled at me and put down her book and I felt all funny inside again.


And then they kissed. And I held my breath. It was... ravishing. Delicious. Perfect. I enjoyed how you compared Willow kissing Danny (Oz) and kissing Tara and that Tara was much much better. What a quick little way to introduce and put aside her little relationship with Danny.

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There was a long pause and I started to worry that maybe I was scarin her with my question. Finally I heard her very quiet answer. “Yes, Willow. Very much yes.”
How innocent she is! She's adorable!

The story feels perfectly timed as well. The barn raising was a perfect vehicle for dancing and for introducing Tara around and for solidifying Willow's feelings for her. It was so sweet that they slept together that night, well, just sleep. Even that can be extremely satisfying, can't it?

Who knew that hick talk could be so erotic? Even with Willow's patois, her description of the first time they made love was magical. It totally fit the rest of the story, and I smiled and smiled as she was so nervous. It was perfect. I need more adjectives.

All in all, Deb, this was a spectacular Christmas offering. I enjoyed it very very much. Thank you so much for taking the time to write it and share it with us. I'll definitely be reading this one again and again.

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OH please pick up the story ay when they got home ! lol just kidding very good story of course never expected anything different coming from u.Happy Holiday to all your family.


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Now, I've never been a fan of the older type stories, generally speaking. But, in this case, I thoroughly enjoyed that. Wonderfully written and I really felt like I was in that time period. Fabulous!!

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Oh man, that was awesome, and a great way to kick off the series. A little point, but I am so amused by the names of the horses. :P

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(if Cordelia made a pie, I’ll eat both my shoes)







That was very, very excellent. I love the way Willow narrates in this one. And how unsure and sure of everything she is at the same time. And how Tara goes after her and yet seems very innocent herself.

Xander being sherrif and Faith and Anya with the saloon. The whole thing was just wonderful. Really. Thank you so much for posting it for us!


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Debra!

Happy Hanukkah and YAY!

I look forward to your holiday tale every year and this year you have outdone yourself. Omigosh, that was *not* a short story - it was a whole different universe and you totally explained the universe and the people occupying it with delightful clarity and detail!

I loved Will's accent/hick background and "Pops"... and Tara was so cute with her immediate crush and Willow's naiveté about the whole thing (felt very season four dynamic-y). I really enjoyed following Willow's burgeoning understanding of her feelings about Tara... and I awwed out loud when Tara kissed Willow.

Just about every moment between them was so nuanced and lovely... I think it was the whole Journal writing approach. Brilliant really. Mostly 'cos it allowed for this:

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I just don’t know how much more I can say. My face is about to burn off and I’m wishin’ she was ready to head home just now cause … I got that feelin’ again and I just want to lay her down and go slow as anyone could ever go slow or maybe slower’n that.


Which pretty much captures it all -- Willow's personality, the naiveté and the accent and the air or sexiness without being over the top... and the love (which is my favoritest part).

Great feel-good story. Thank you!

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Hi Debra,

As one of my most favorite-ist writers here, I was so psyched to see that you had written new words for me to read. (I actually just finished the unfinished "Menorah Tales" and do hope you continue with a further about-a-year-later chapter one of these days -- to you I chant "ME-NOR-AH!")

Anyhow, so way off topic.

My little heart started to swell when you talked of how Tara bent down to take off her shoes so that she could feel the earth beneath her. It was a little thing, but it showed how she wanted to be a part of the things Willow loved, and that were important to her. Of course the "Can girls be in love" comment, and the scene where Willow asks if there's something wrong with her girl parts. Just her being so wide-eyed and, well... green, about making love was beautiful.

And the li'l Rosenberg-Maclay flag... I want a Rosenberg-Maclay-Jetson flag. Maybe next year?

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That was a great story Debra. I particularly like your use of period vernacular in narrating the story. It was reminiscent of the story "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn".

As someone else said, your narrative never slipped or altered, which made it easy to believe that it really was Willow writing the story.

I liked the way you brought in the other BtVS characters in order to round out the population of Long Lick.

Again it was a great story and a great start to the series.

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I think it takes a damn good bit of writing to benefit from the use of vernacular, and this fit the bill. You really played Willows POV so well and sincerely. Hick? Well, yeah. Dumb hick? AbsofuckinglutelyNOT.

Wow. I had a huge grin on my face the entire time I was reading it, and I laughed out loud more times than I can remember.

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Loved it.

Thanks for a great gift.

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*Giggling* That was great. Long Lick indeed. 'Poor' native Willow, Tara's a sly one ain't she? Definitely a treat.
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Well Deb, I told you before and I'll tell you again now, that this story is just about the cutest durn thing I've ever read. I especially like the way you managed to work in all those apostrophes.

I know you had a lot of fun writing this, and it really did seem to take on a life all its own. Isn't it fun when that happens? Sure makes for good reading. The pov is tight and you managed to keep Willow's voice intact through the whole thing, so kudos to you for that. There are so many little wonderful moments here, and I just don't have time to quote all of them, but I especially like the way you tied it all together, showing Willow's budding affection for the new school marm with the little tale of the mice. That was so well done.

Thanks for a great story. I know I joked earlier about novellas for Christmas, but this was a great length, and I really enjoyed all of it. Again, I'll offer you a hearty "Good job" as well as a great big thanks for the shout-out.

Thanks for a wonderful, fun story and a great start to what looks like a fun Christmas season.

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I've been watching Kid Nation -- we've just had episode 2 so we're quite a way behind you (if you're watching). 40 over-excited kids is nothing like the assorted denizens of Sunnydale but what struck me when reading your story was how exactly this version of Sunnydale is like Bonaza City. The saloon that houses "girls" that doubles as "rooming house"; the Sheriff's office that is also the "office" of the telegraph clerk. Oh, and the telegraph clerk also happens to be the librarian, lands department and runs the post office. Just that everyone needs to pitch in and do multiple jobs when a town is just starting. You have that pioneer spirit pat, down to the need to shoot your own rabbit for the stew.

It took me a while to get Willow's accent. Nothing to do with your writing, it's probably cos I'm not American. Once I got it, it flowed. You captured the personalities of the aforementioned Sunnydale denizens so well. Mr Mayor Wilkins is just the mayor here, not some big bad. Mr Rayne as some dirty old man type and Doc Giles as the town preacher/duty musician -- all perfectly cast. Faith having the potential to punch the daylights out of Riley; and of course we already have the image of Riley as dumb cowboy guy. Too many to mention. But most of all, Willow's determination and utter sweetness. I do wonder where "Mrs" Maclay learned all those moves, when she finally made a move on Willow. Willow's innocence was so darned sweet, there's no other word for it. It's like she's becoming a sexual being, but with a completely clean sheet -- no expectations, no one tainting her view of the act -- every new emotion she felt was so genuine.

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If someone else said these words, they'd sound corny or comical. But from a completely virginal (and I use this word deliberately) Willow it was ... wonder.

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Deb,
This could be subtitled "Support Your Local Schoolteacher" as it reminds me so much of the two comedy westerns that James Garner was in back in the day.
You populated this Western frontier town with all of the historically representative trades and added some local color to liven things up.
As others have noted, your command of the 19th Century Western frontier vernacular is peerless and certainly added layers of depth and shading to Willow's chronicle of the town mouse and the country mouse.
The disparity in education between Willow and Tara was also written heart-warmingly and without casting aspersions in either direction.
By this I mean Willow's naive ignorance of the cycles of her own body and her having to ask Tara if a girl can be in love with another girl.
The scene where they are exploring each other's bodies and Willow mistakes her wetness for incontinence reminds me of an aunt of mine who when she had her first period on the rural farm she and the rest of my dad's brothers and sisters grew up on, my aunt thought she was bleeding to death.
Willow's surprise isn't quite that alarming but she was embarrased that she might have to excuse herself to use the privy before she could continue with the kissin' and that thing that Tara did with her tongue.

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Phoenix – Wow quick feedback and very detailed too. I love it.

I’m glad that the story made you smile. I was quite amused by it although I never know if my sense of humor matches other folks. You know?

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Your consistency with the language was utterly wonderful; you never faltered and it felt completely natural and intoxicating.
Thank you. It was fun to write and difficult at the same time. MS Word, as it is wont to do, wanted to help me by changing the spelling of words so I would type “wantin” and word would think “oh, you wanted a g there, let me add one” (as Word thinks in my head) and then I’d have to back up and erase it and go on from there.

I’m so happy that you liked the inclusion of all the characters. There’s one that no one has mentioned at all. No, two. Both from season 4.

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Despite this being a short story, it didn't feel particularly rushed…
Possibly because of the length:grin. I’m glad that both Tara as the “big city” girl and Willow came off well and sweet.

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How innocent she is! She's adorable!
Completely.

I’m glad you liked the depiction of their love making. Can you imagine that feeling of absolute innocence? Of not really knowing what is happening or what is going to happen?

Thanks.

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I think db answered below but we’re the Rogue Kitten Tales group. We’ve done, hmmm. Elemental, WTTV, 3 Christmas series, and it seems like something else. I think they are in the completed fic archive and they’re certainly on LG. Who are we? (Watty, if I forget someone, correct me because this is off the top of my head): Watty, Car, SallyMcFine, Justin, Chris, me, DW, Cyd (hermitfish), Cam, db, Mary (AntigoneUnbound), Emms, ok, there have to be one or two more but I can’t think of them and I can’t get to the group to add them while I’m at work. You get the idea.

whatmakesyouhappy – Thanks so much. It’s just that (very long) short story. Thanks.

Zampsa1975 – That’s the end for my part of this series (although I should have a later announcement posted here unless something goes very strangely). Keep reading though.

writerfreak – Thanks for giving me the chance. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

diamondforever – Thanks so much. I’m glad to hear your were amused by the names of the horsies.

taraslove – Thanks so much. Unsure and sure. I like it as a description. Very cute and apt for this particular incarnation of Willow. I think that Tara is more “worldly” in that she knows that there is such a thing as hot girl-on-girl action but that’s she’s not very much more experienced than Willow. She does seem to know how things generally work but I assume she’s a virgin as well.

Thanks for your comments.

SJ – Thanks so much.

db – Happy Hanukkah yourself. You are so right that this was not a short story. It just grew and grew and I knew the ending but it took a while to get there. I agree that the Willow naiveté was very season 4ish. Hard to imagine that shy Tara is the vixen to bring Willow out but…

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Thanks. I actually really thought about that and would it be scary to Tara to do that. Probably.

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Thanks. I’ll admit that it’s not my favorite conceit but I couldn’t really think of a better one for allowing the phrasing of the tale. I’m glad you thought it worked.

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Willow's personality, the naiveté and the accent and the air or sexiness without being over the top... and the love (which is my favoritest part).
Lol. Thanks so much

Thanks.

katjetson – Menorah Tales. I hear your request. I have the next two updates planned in my head but I honestly have no idea when I will write them. Sorry about that.

Tara’s shoes. I really wanted to tie that to Willow’s love for her home. I think part of what makes her able to offer Tara part of her home is that Tara is able to start to relate to it as Willow does: as something that is in her blood and body.

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Thanks.

Thanks so much.

Justin – Thanks so much. Wow, a comparison to Huckleberry Finn. Thanks so much. I worked pretty hard on Willow’s narrative voice so I’m glad that it worked so well. It was very fun to include the BtVS folks in the story.

Thanks so much.

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Awesome. That could be the tagline if I needed one. Tee hee. I’m glad that it made you laugh.

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That’s probably my favorite line in the story so I’m just stoked that someone mentioned it. Thanks for making my day

You’re welcome and thank you.

Missocki Thanks so much.

Diane – Gee, who was it that said I should add in all the apostrophes? Oh yeah, I remember. You. The find/replace did work pretty well on it but I had to go through one by one to make sure it didn’t change anything that really should end in “in.” I have you and Rachel both to help because once I knew I needed the apostrophes I was going to put them everywhere: gonna’ and one’a’ and such but Rachel said “nope, just in the ings…”

Yes, it is absolutely fun when the muse starts talking and has so much to say. I had fun and at the same time started to stress as I neared the due date and had 13000 words but not the most important ones yet.
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Thank you. It means a lot coming from you.

I think you’re the first person to mention the mice story so I’m glad that worked here. Thanks for everything.

watty – Hey there. Believe it or not I haven’t gotten into Kid Nation. We’re to final five in Survivor. It’s a strange season because I don’t have anyone who I just adore and don’t really have anyone that I despise either. And our Amazing Race is to … maybe final 6? And only one really heinous team left.
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Well now I wish I’d ever seen Bonaza. I used to watch Big Valley but that was about the only western I’ve ever seen. Still, I’m glad to hear that I captured the feel.

I really enjoyed putting all the Sunnydale folks in the story, some of them with some extra jokes and some just hanging out.
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I hear you and I didn’t want her to seem too experienced or slutty or anything but she certainly knew more than Willow.

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Awesome huh? Wouldn’t that be kind of fun?

Thanks so much for your feedback and this series.

taralicious – Lol. I think I saw those shows a long time ago but I don’t really remember them very well. I couldn’t think of more trades besides farming but I guess there were a few. Thanks for your comments on the vernacular. It was very fun to write.

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By this I mean Willow's naive ignorance of the cycles of her own body and her having to ask Tara if a girl can be in love with another girl.
Thanks for saying that. It was interesting to write it and hope I wasn’t going too far.

Oh, your poor aunt.

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Debra, you naughty little farm girl…

Long Lick—a name filled with promise, indeed.

Oh but this was fun. You wrote a really sweet and special story and in so doing you also painted a wonderfully evocative picture of that life and that farm. I could see it all unfold and I have to admit that the farm girl in me felt this good kind of ache as you described the trees and the animals and especially Willow taking off her shoes because how can you not be as close to that beautiful earth as possible? You definitely tugged at that old place in my heart.

You also did something that, as Anne Lamott points out, is very hard to do: write in dialect the entire story. It is really difficult to capture a distinct dialect without sounding like a bad stereotype or worse. But Willow’s voice was clear and strong and I could just hear it. It also had a good ring of authenticity to it, at least to my ears, because as I read her words I could hear some of the old-timers from my neck of the woods, especially the old hired hands who helped in tobacco and hay. It was just very well done.

You turned several phrases that brought a delighted smile to my face. Willow needed to “end the fuzzies,” did she? And of course you know a kiss is a good one if it takes all your good thinkin’ right away. (Speaking of courtship behaviors: request permission to use the phrase
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as a pick-up line. Thank you in advance for your magnanimity.) I also loved how you used certain phrases to assess someone in one short moment; thus, Cordelia became Mrs. Mr. Mayor. Indeed, that’s how she would see herself, isn’t it?

Willow’s description of her upbringing was also really well done, too—she clearly loved her father dearly and continues to miss him, but there’s nothing sentimental or cloying about her memories. They’re tinged with both humor and deep affection. Oh God, and how much did I crack up at the idea of her father dropping her off to help Mrs. Summers “do some canning”? I could just imagine the conversation where he asked Mrs. Summers to, um, need Willow’s help with the canning. I think what I’m trying to convey here is how much I appreciate the understatement, a sentiment that would have perhaps been more authentically conveyed in a briefer fashion. But there you have it.

And so I thank you for starting us off in such fine style, Debra. You done wrote yerself a real good story there.

Yours in rural spirit~
Mary

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Who are we? (Watty, if I forget someone, correct me because this is off the top of my head): Watty, Car, SallyMcFine, Justin, Chris, me, DW, Cyd (hermitfish), Cam, db, Mary (AntigoneUnbound), Emms, ok, there have to be one or two more but I can’t think of them and I can’t get to the group to add them while I’m at work.

Heh. Ask me a question that needs to be answered by a list.

  • Original members: Emms, Cam, Debra, Cyd, Chris, watty, terra, Car, mary (meretricious) -- Elemental
  • Once More, with Fruitcake (Christmas 2005 series): Sally, justin, Mary (AntigoneUnbound), wiccanbotanist joined
  • WTTV: added DarkWiccan
  • Christmas 2006 series: Sing a Song of Christmas -- after Janna was unable to post, we welcomed Karinna and db onboard
  • Willtaralympics: no change
  • Christmas 2007 -- Stocking Stuffers marks the 6th collaboration this group has done. Pretty cool, eh?
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Hi Debra
Stocking Stuffers, what a nice surprise, I really enjoy short stories and liked your tale very much. It was a nice way to escape tonight and I felt like I was somewhere out West watching a western Willow and Tara :)
Your descriptions were well done and the tale flowed nicely. I liked how Tara was the sophisticated city teacher. I laughed picturing a Willow hunting rabbits for dinner. It was sweet how you portrayed Willow's growing feelings for Tara and I liked this part:

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Finally I said I would only whisper in her ear and she said ok. “I think there’s somethin’ wrong with my female parts.”

She looked at me kind of sad and asked what and I told her and she smiled.


it really showed how naive Willow was and you felt for her as she had not experienced or knew about these type of feelings:
It was good that Tara was a bit of a knowledge woman to guide Willow through :)

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Author: Chris Cook
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Disclaimer: Based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy; and a weird mix of Kim Possible by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley and Doom by John Romero/iD Software.

Note #1: I wasn't really sure what I was going to write for this year's Christmas series, and then this odd idea just turned up out of nowhere. It's silly and goofy and lots of other things ending in 'y' - I hope you like it.

Note #2: Thanks as always to all the RKTers, and all the Kittens who keep Pens ticking over year after year.

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.

It was a wind-up toy mouse, and it skittered erratically across the snow-caked flagstone pathway leading from Santa's jolly workshop down to the town square, about which the various cosy houses and toy factories of the North Pole were gathered. From a workshop window, a worried-looking elf watched the toy mouse's progress, counting under her breath.

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As the toy mouse skipped from stone to stone, eight reindeer leapt from the roof after it, sending a cascade of snow down from the tiles. The elf watched them, shuddering at the sight of their steel jaws and belching rocket motors, then as they pounced on the mouse in a frenzy of savagery, away from the window she flew like a flash, racing around the side of the workshop towards a small, sturdily-built concrete bunker not far off. The reindeer, absorbed in tearing the metal mouse to pieces, didn't see her, but a massive, hulking silhouette perched on the rooftop turned a pair of red, piggy eyes on the fleeing figure and, with a clawed hand outstretched, growled a command.

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!"

Eight reindeer heads snapped up, eight pairs of glowing mechanical eyes fixed on the tiny elf as she struggled through the snowdrifts. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, hurtling just above the snow with their cyborg engines screaming, but the elf was at the door of the bunker, wrenching it open, darting through, and slamming it with all her diminutive might. The grating of the heavy door's bolt came just as the reindeer reached it, slamming their armoured heads into it, then, in frustration, belching huge plumes of sooty fire into the bunker. And the smoke it encircled the door like a wreath, but when it cleared the sturdy bunker was undamaged.

Inside the elf worked an old, forgotten radio with shivering hands. The antenna was wired to the transmitter with care, in hopes that salvation soon would be there, and at last, in a trembling, high-pitched voice, she spoke into the microphone:

"This is Emmy the Elf, from the North Pole, can anyone hear me? Condition red! They've taken the workshop - I repeat, they've taken the workshop! Is there anyone out there? There's only twenty-four hours until Christmas, and if he's not stopped by then... please, if anyone can hear me, send Willow and Tara! Send Willow and Tara!"

On the rooftop of Santa's workshop, the dread silhouette spoke not a word, but went back to his work.

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"Stick this in your pentagram, Maclay!"

Cordelia Chase leapt into the air, swung both hands tightly clenched together, and drove the volleyball over the net, beyond Tara's reach, and down towards the opposing corner.

"Buffy!" Tara called, even as she landed from her attempted block. The smaller blonde hurled herself towards the ball, flipping it into the air just as she hit the smooth floor and slid out of the court.

"In!" Harmony yelled, earning a venomous glare from Cordelia. The brunette steeled herself as Tara jumped up behind the falling ball and, just as it was about to drop into the net, spiked it right at her so fast she had no time to react. The ball thudded off her forearm and onto the floor, and the small crowd gathered in the school gymnasium cheered.

"Lucky shot," Cordelia muttered in Tara's direction. "...Congratulations," she added with poor grace and a brittle smile, as the P.E. teacher glared at her pointedly.

"Blessed be, Queen Bee," Tara replied smugly, before turning to high-five Buffy and the rest of her team.

"Didn't wanna win the stupid Sporty Santa volleyball game anyway," Cordy groused to herself.

"Go Tara, she's the best, her team won, and... something rhyming with 'best', like next or breast or- no, not breast! No seedy cheers... Um, behest? That's kind of formal, not that cheerleaders can't use big words, but there's a certain tradition to follow in terms of lexicon and so on and so forth (I wish 'take that Cordy' rhymed with 'best', that'd work)."

In the stands, Willow Rosenberg waved a pair of improvised pom-poms made from strips of environmentally-friendly recycled newspaper to accompany her impromptu cheer, ignoring the looks she was drawing from her fellow students. Tara spotted her, and pausing only to grab a towel from her bag beside the court, came to meet the redhead, as the stands emptied.

"I know that makes you feel awkward," Tara smiled. "You don't have to, you know?"

"I do too!" Willow insisted. "I'm your best friend, what good am I if I don't make a fool out of myself cheering for you when you win? Uh, the cheering, rather than the foolishness, being the important thing there..."

"You said it, sweetie," Tara told her, putting a hand on her arm and giving a little squeeze. "You're my best friend. That being the important thing there."

"Right, and best friends cheer each other," Willow nodded. "Not that I'm saying you don't - I mean, I'm sure you would, if I played any sport. You cheer me up, that's ample qualification for best friendness right there." Tara shook her head, with an affectionate grin, then raised an eyebrow as her own voice emerged from Willow's pocket: 'You have mail, sweetie.'

"Oops... 'scuse me," Willow said, retrieving her phone and opening it to access the wireless internet link inside. Her excitable grin turned into a worried frown as she read.

"What's up?" Tara wondered.

"Are you busy this afternoon?" Willow asked. "For saving the world, possibly?"

"I'm all yours," Tara smiled.

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Willow bustled through the front door of her house, with Tara in tow, to find Tara's mother in the living room, in a towel.

"Hi Mrs. Maclay," she said, preoccupied, and got half-way to the dining room before her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh, uh, hello," Mrs. Maclay said as she turned back. "Hello honey," she added to Tara. "I was just helping Sheila carry the Christmas tree back from the store. And had to take a shower, because, you know, pine needles, itchy..." She waved a hand around vaguely. "Do you want to help decorate it? First ever Jewish/Wicca Christmas tree, that's probably a historical event."

"Sorry mum," Tara shook her head. "We have to take a trip to the North Pole."

"Picking up presents?"

"Santa's workshop is under siege, or something," Willow explained. "Intel's sketchy, but it looks like we may need to save Christmas. Also the world."

"Oh, good luck then. Don't atomise anything with a soul."

"We won't," Tara promised.

"Willow," Mrs. Maclay added, "your mother mentioned a new package had arrived for you, it's in the garage - a box with 'gravitational hazard' written on the label?"

"Oh, right," Willow nodded to herself. "Nothing to worry about, I've got the whole containment thingy all figured out. Sorry, gotta run, we'll be back in time for dinner. Love to mum."

"See you later," Tara smiled as Willow took her by the hand and led her out of the living room. A moment later the door to the garage opened and closed, and then a whirring, rumbling noise began to reverberate through the house.

"Ella, is that Willow?" Shiela's voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

"Yes," Mrs. Maclay called out to her.

"Did you tell her about the package?"

"Yes, she said it was nothing to worry about."

"The crate last week said 'weapons grade' on the side," Sheila mused sceptically.

"Really?" Mrs. Maclay made a face as she pondered this, then shrugged. "Look on the bright side, all those patents she keeps registering will look quite good on her college application." The rumble built into a whoosh, and a large shape blocked out the sunlight shining through the curtained windows overlooking the driveway.

"Is she gallivanting around the world again?" Sheila's voice asked.

"Yes. Don't worry, Tara's with her."

"Well, at least Tanya will keep her out of trouble." From outside there was a thunderous crack that shook the house. Mrs. Maclay reached out absently to stop a vase from falling off the coffee table.

"For heaven's sake," Sheila said, annoyed, "how many times have I asked her not to break the sound barrier until she's off the driveway?"

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At the North Pole, the rabid reindeer ceased their festive prowling and looked up at the sound of an aircraft. They peered to the limits of their cybernetically-enhanced vision, but the theatrically dark and storms clouds above were too dense, and as one they turned to the misshapen form lurking beneath a nearby fir tree.

Rudolph the reindeer emerged from his lair, stomping malevolently forward on bulky hydraulic ram legs, and under his stablemates' insistent gaze, turned his glowing red nose skyward. A beam of blood-red light shot into the clouds, liquefying tiny snowflakes as it scanned for whatever had intruded onto the reindeer's territory. As the beast's red nose turned this way and that, a battery of cannons mounted on his armoured back swivelled to follow its crimson gaze.

To the reindeer's considerable surprise, a tiny object spiralled down out of the sky, avoiding the search-beam, and stuck to his nose. He squinted down the length of his own monstrous face and, with eyes watering from the strain, just managed to make out a suction cupped dart fitted with tiny wings and a propeller, a small sphere with miniature warning labels on it, and also a sign which read: 'Sorry about the mess.'

Rudolph frowned in confusion, then the dart erupted into a roiling explosion which sent him rocketing back into the treeline, and scattered his fellow reindeer all over the courtyard of Santa's workshop. Before they could get back to their hooves, or in the case of Blitzen who had been unfortunately close to the blast, before he could locate his hooves, Tara burst through the low clouds, hanging beneath a parasail and clad in a form-fitting HALO suit, with a pair of complicated-looking plasma blasters slung under her arms.

"I'd like to preface this by saying I'm opposed to indiscriminate violence, and this is a matter of strict necessity!" she called out, before opening fire and obliterating the evil cyber-reindeer before they even knew what hit them. She landed in the midst of the resulting reindeer-decorated craters just as Rudolph, his upper body reduced to a robotic skeleton protruding from his tattered hind quarters, hauled himself back to his feet and began to charge at her. Calmly, Tara rested one of the cannons over her shoulder and blasted him out of existence.

"I'm okay with taking a certain pride at being good at strict necessity," she admitted with a shyly triumphant grin, as the remains of the robotic reindeer decorated the trees behind them in a rather grisly approximation of tinsel and baubles. She composed herself as Willow's aggressively rainbow-coloured hypersonic jumpship descended from the clouds and landed in the now-reindeerless courtyard in front of the workshop. The jumpship's ramp lowered allowing its armoured personnel carrier to deploy, which in turn hinged open at the front to allow a sleek sports car to drive out, the windscreen of which slid back to reveal Willow on a motorcycle, which she gingerly steered over towards Tara.

"Sweetie," Tara said with a raised eyebrow, "is it possible you got a bit carried away with the whole vehicles-inside-vehicles idea?"

"Uh, maybe?" Willow allowed, barely managing to park the bike without tipping it over. "Still, I left the speedboat at home - figured we wouldn't be doing any sailing up here. Plus, even if there were a lake, it'd have frozen over."

"Are you alright on that thing?" Tara asked, as Willow awkwardly climbed off the motorbike.

"Actually it's for you," she said brightly, now that both feet were on solid ground. "You know, since you do most of the running around and zapping evil monsters and robots and so on... plus you've got a sense of balance, unlike me... and I thought, y'know, you'd maybe like it...? You'd look good on it, I bet."

"Thank you," Tara blushed, straddling the bike and gunning the engine experimentally. "But what about you?"

"Not a problem!" Willow declared, reaching over to press a button between the handlebars, which caused the back of the bike to open and pop out a segway. "All taken care of."

"The vehicles-inside-vehicles bug really bit hard, huh?" Tara smiled.

"A bit," Willow grinned. "Plus I had this lying around anyway, from when I got it to see how the whole gyro thingy worked. Waste not want not, and all that. So," she added, looking around at the craters, "evil cyborg reindeer. How do reindeer turn evil and cyborg?"

"All the other reindeer didn't let them play in any reindeer games?" Tara suggested. "I've always felt a bit sorry for Rudolph, to tell the truth. Not this Rudolph," she admitted, nudging his disembodied infra-red nose with her toe. "Just in general."

"Being picked on because he was different," Willow nodded.

"Partly," Tara said, picking up the nose and tossing it over towards where the rest of Rudolph was scattered about. "Plus, all the other reindeer are all suddenly friendly to Rudolph when they find a use for him. It doesn't seem very sincere. I bet they all went back to normal once it wasn't foggy any more..."

"That would be consistent with the lovely social microcosm that is high school," Willow agreed glumly. Tara shrugged, and looked around.

"Looks like that was all the welcoming committee," she said. "Where do we go from here?"

"The S.O.S. came from an elf transmitting from the Santa's Workshop Emergency Siege Bunker," Willow said, studying her phone's screen, on which she accessed a general map of the North Pole. "Which should be..." she said, pointing, "...right over there."

"Behind the concrete debris covered in reindeer claw marks?" Tara asked.

"...oh," Willow grimaced. "This doesn't bode well." Tara revved the bike into action and slowly neared the remains of the bunker, with Willow scooting along behind her.

"They did a pretty thorough job of demolishing the place," she said quietly. "Aren't reindeer supposed to have hooves?"

"They had claws bolted to their hooves," Tara told her.

"Ah. I guess they thought claws have more evil-cred than hooves. Whoever did this must not know how heinously destructive a horse can be."

"Right, sweetie," Tara smiled indulgently. "If it was demonic half-machine ponies, then we'd be in trouble... wait a minute..."

"What? It's not demonic half-machine-"

"No," Tara said, stopping Willow from turning as white as the snow falling around them. "It's an escape tunnel... and it hasn't been broken open." She cleared some rubble to reveal a battered and dented, but still intact, steel hatchway. Willow peered over her shoulder.

"Where does it go?" Tara mused.

"I don't know," Willow frowned. "It's not on my map. But that means it might not be on the maps of whoever is behind all this evilness, so they wouldn't know either, ergo they might not have been able to ambush our elf at the other end."

"There's a keycode lock," Tara pointed, brushing some concrete dust off it. "It's been scrambled."

"Hmm and other noises of cogitation," Willow said to herself, sitting down in front of the hatch. "This isn't Lost, so hammering at it and waiting for the season finale won't do any good... If the elf who set this is the same one who sent the distress call, they would've been expecting us to come find them. So maybe it's keyed to us somehow." She typed in w-i-l-l-o-w-a-n-d-t-a-r-a, but the hatch refused to budge.

"Maybe the other way round?" Tara suggested.

"Okay, round two," Willow muttered, but t-a-r-a-a-n-d-w-i-l-l-o-w yielded the same result.

"Phooey," she frowned. "Okay. Our names and permutations thereof, no result, but maybe that's to be expected since the reindeer could easily have assumed we'd be the ones to be coming to the rescue and they'd know our names and therefore be able to type them in and open the hatch themselves, thereby defeating the whole purpose of locking it-"

"Breathe," Tara reminded her, with an eye on her watch.

"Thanks," Willow nodded, taking a breath. "Okay, so... Something we'd know, and our mystery elf would know about us, but evil reindeer wouldn't know."

"Try 'mocha'," Tara suggested. Willow shot her a look, but typed the word in. From beneath the hatch there was the scraping noise of a lock drawing back.

"Good guess," Willow grinned, tugging at the hatch. "Ugh... I think there's another bolt still in place."

"There's another half to it," Tara reasoned. "'Mocha' for you, because mochas are full of goodness..."

"...so evil reindeer wouldn't consider them important enough to remember..." Willow filled in.

"...and your love of mochas is legendary, so even at the North Pole they've heard of it," Tara finished. "It's convoluted and irrational, but-"

"-so are evil cyborg reindeer," Willow said. "So the other half of the code is something about you that's unmistakeable, and full of goodness."

"Any ideas?" Tara shrugged. Willow thought a moment, then nodded and typed in s-m-i-l-e. The hatch swung open.

"Smile?" Tara asked.

"You know, that smile you do," Willow said. "Where you... smile."

"My smile is full of goodness?"

"Better than mochas."

"O-oh," Tara said, casting around awkwardly for something to take the attention off her blush. "If... uh, the tunnel's not big enough for the bike."

"Hm? Oh... so much for that idea," Willow shrugged.

"I like the bike," Tara said quickly. "It'll be useful other times, I'm sure. I'll go first. Just because the reindeer didn't get in doesn't mean there aren't other ironically evil festive-themed nasties down there."

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Deep underground, one such ironically evil festive-themed nasty watched Willow and Tara clamber down into the tunnel via a surveillance camera hidden in a bauble on a nearby tree. He heaved his red-clad bulk around in his parked sleigh and jabbed a claw at the screen.

"Deck the halls with boughs of holly!" he rumbled maniacally. "Hahaha ha-ha, ha-ha ha ha!"

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"What's out there?" Willow asked, as Tara peered cautiously through the hatch they had reached at the bottom of the tunnel.

"A hallway," Tara said quietly. "Empty." She crawled through the hatch, with Willow following, guiltily sneaking glances at her bottom.

"Someone's been decorating," she observed, gesturing at the holly strung up along the length of the hallway.

"Well it is nearly Christmas," Tara noted. "If ever there was going to be a yuletide-friendly workplace, it'd be the North Pole."

"Holly," Willow mused. "Fah-la-la, la-yikes!"

Tara spun around and lunged to catch Willow, as a tendril of holly that had snagged around her ankle tried to yank her off her feet. At the same time another tendril whipped the blasters out of the blonde's hands.

"Hey!" Tara protested, as she caught Willow around the waist one-handed. "Willow gave me those, give them back!" With her free hand she produced a retro-chic ray gun from a hidden pocket and disintegrated the length of foliage that was trying to drag Willow away.

"You okay sweetie?" she asked Willow, in between zapping the holly trying to drag her blasters away.

"Fine, I'm fine," Willow murmured - the holly's last tug at her had caused Tara's grip on her to slip upwards from her waist to just beneath her shoulders, and incidentally become rather personal. She was hoping Tara wouldn't notice for a minute or two.

"This isn't getting us anywhere," Tara muttered, zapping away as she somewhat reluctantly released Willow and backed them both to the end of the hallway.

"Are we in trouble?" Willow asked, peering around her shoulders.

"I can hold them off, but picking them off one by one isn't clearing a path quickly enough." She chuckled ruefully. "Shame we didn't bring some kind of laser-powered weed whacker, or something."

"Hmm," Willow frowned contemplatively. "Can I borrow a spare ray gun?"

"Sure," Tara shrugged, handing her the exotic weapon and switching to her blasters. She concentrated on keeping the holly at bay, and was thus oblivious to the brief frenzy of invention going on behind her.

"Here y'go," Willow said cheerfully, offering her a bizarre construct that looked like her segway had been attacked by a special effects department.

"What on Earth is this?" Tara wondered.

"Laser-powered weed whacker," Willow replied triumphantly. "Hold the handlebar end and wave the wheels at the holly." Tara looked at the device in bemusement, then switched it on and took a swipe at the advancing greenery, which was quickly sliced and diced.

"Have I mentioned lately that you're a genius?" she asked, and she and Willow moved down the hallway, de-decking it as they went.

"Aw," Willow blushed. "It's nothing, I just have a knack for mad science."

"I'd say 'quirky'," Tara corrected her.

"Quirky science," Willow tried it out. "That works for me."

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Tara nudged open a door and peered into what appeared to be a break room for the toy factory's elves.

"Hello? Is there anyone in here?"

There was a 'twang' and a suction-cup arrow flew out of the shadows, which Tara caught one-handed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Is there an elf in the room?" Willow added, appearing behind her. "I mean, suction arrows don't seem very evil, so I'm guessing..."

A small head appeared above a packing crate. It was a pale lilac colour, with long pointed ears, and wore a cheerful green cap and a worried expression.

"Emmy the Elf?" Willow asked.

"Um... yes?" the elf replied. "Who're you?"

"Tara Maclay," Willow pointed, "champion of goodness extraordinaire," Tara blushed, "and I'm Willow Rosenberg. I invent stuff."

"You're Willow and Tara?" Emmy asked incredulously.

"Yes," Tara nodded. "Is it the hair? I just had it done a couple of months ago..."

"Uh, no... I thought you'd be, um, older." Emmy shook her head in confusion. "You've saved the world seventeen times, right?"

"Eighteen," Willow said. "I haven't got around to putting the rampaging giant pork pie incident on our blog yet."

"You save the world, and you're teenagers?"

"Our school principal started up an extra-curricular activities program," Tara explained.

"So I chose 'invent stuff' as my extra-curricular activity," Willow continued.

"Stuff?" Emmy asked.

"Yup. Supersonic aircraft, plasma generators, pocket fusion reactors - you know, stuff."

"I thought you were some kind of elite government secret agents," Emmy said. "And all that equipment you use came from Area 51, or something..."

"Actually most of the parts I get from eBay," Willow smiled. "And let me tell you, bidding for fusion lasers and anamorphic hypermembranes gets fierce. Which reminds me, gotta check I haven't been outbid on that miniature black hole..."

Emmy nodded vaguely, then noted Tara's affectionate smile at Willow, as the redhead checked an auction on her cellphone.

"You two are... together?" she guessed.

"Oh, uh, we're friends," Tara shook her head. "I play a lot of sports - reactions, hand-eye coordination, that kind of thing."

"I'm a bit of a spaz," Willow admitted, closing her phone. "Good at making nifty gadgets, not so much at using them. So I figured, who at school would be best suited to all kinds of actiony adventures..."

"And here I am," Tara finished.

"Plus, you're my best friend," Willow added, flashing the blonde a smile.

"Sweetie," Tara grinned, unconsciously fiddling with a strand of hair hanging over her cheek.

"Right, not 'together' at all," Emmy muttered slyly to herself.

"So," Willow said loudly, dragging her attention away from Tara's fingers and Tara's hair and Tara generally, "what's going on here? We got your distress call, and obviously there's evil cyber-nasties and unfriendly festive decorations scattered about liberally... Someone's been not very nice and very, very naughty?"

"It was Santa," Emmy sighed. "He was always, you know, erratic - part Pagan figurehead, part Turkish saint, part commercialised selling point, not surprising he ended up a bit unstable, not to mention the hangovers after all those sherries all in one evening. I don't think the Tim Allen movie helped either. Anyway, he came up with this idea to summon dark and ancient powers to do his bidding, instead of relying on us elves, since he got annoyed by us always trying to get him to get therapy for his personality disorders, or at least a detox for the sherry..."

"Dark and ancient powers don't sound good," Willow frowned.

"That's what we said," Emmy nodded. "And we turned out to be one thousand per cent right there. Santa summoned some kind of demon which possessed him, all hell broke loose - literally - and here we are. All the other elves went to fortify Elftown... I stayed to try to get a message out."

"That was very brave of you," Tara said admiringly.

"Very terrified of me, mostly," Emmy shrugged helplessly. "But I had to - if Santa's not stopped soon, he could conquer the world! As soon as Christmas Eve falls the sleigh's magic will kick in, and he'll be able to get to every chimney in the world with a tree in front of it, all in one night!"

"I suppose it's too much to hope that he'd be handing out presents?" Willow asked.

"Only if you think H.P. Lovecraft wrote happy endings," Emmy shook her head.

"Oh-kay," Willow said, wide-eyed. "So zapping Santa would seem to be the order of the day. What's between us and him?"

"Well, there's the reindeer..."

"Met 'em," Willow said.

"Blew 'em up," Tara added.

"The holly?"

"Lasered. Anything else?"

"A whole army of toy soldiers?"

"That's not good," Willow frowned. "Okay, I need... Tara, can I borrow that blaster? Right. What have we got lying around here?"

"Um," Emmy glanced about. "A water cooler, a microwave, a box of suction cup bow and arrow sets someone left lying around..."

"Hmm, this could be tricky."

"Oh, and there's one of those little desk toys," Emmy added, "you know, the little metal balls on rods that swing back and forth?"

"Okay, now we're talking!" Willow grinned. "Quirky science time."

Tara borrowed Willow's phone while she worked, and dialled her mother's cellphone.

"Hi, mum? Oh, Mrs. Rosenberg... no, fine. Yes, it's nice up here. Slightly infested by demons, but we're working on it. Is my mum there? Oh... okay. Uh, no, nothing urgent, I just wanted to let you know we should be home in time for dinner. Well, an army of toy soldiers and some kind of demon Santa, but Willow's working on some kind of gadget so we should have it wrapped up pretty soon. Okay, love to my mum. Bye."

"Was that my mother?" Willow asked, as Tara handed the phone back. "I thought you dialled yours?"

"I did," Tara shrugged. "Your mum said mine was in the hot tub, she'd just gotten out to get some wine..."

"It's nice that our mums get along," Willow said absently, screwing down a final panel.

"How's the gizmo?" Tara asked.

"All done." She got up and proudly presented Tara with her blaster, which had been substantially remodelled, and was now three times its original size, and mounted on a hydraulically-powered harness to let Tara wield it without falling over from its weight.

"BFG-9000," Willow said.

"BFG?"

"Big... uh, Frilly Gun?"

"Frilly?" Tara asked.

"Okay, you can guess what it actually stands for," the redhead admitted. "This should take care of that whole hundreds of toy soldiers problem. Just point, pull the trigger, and everything demonic within a 180-degree arc has a very bad day. Disintegratey bad."

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"I thought," Tara said a short time later, picking bits of demonic toy soldier out of her hair, "you said 'disintegratey'?"

"Maybe more explodey than disintegratey," Willow admitted, flicking a bit of demon off her shoulder. "It's possible that demons have a higher degree of internal pressure than I thought, which could explain why they... popped, rather than just collapsed."

"Well," Tara sighed, looking around the toy factory floor which had, until ten seconds ago, contained Demon Santa's toy army, "I'm going to need a bath after this."

"Me too," Willow said automatically, then blushed as her mind went somewhere. "I, uh, I'm sorry, about the mess... I should've calculated the likelihood of explodiness more thoroughly, totally my fault-"

"Sweetie, stop," Tara shook her head, smiling. "I'm not mad at you - all's well that ends well."

"Really?"

"Like I could ever be mad at you," Tara grinned. Willow was about to reply, when a massive sleigh burst through the far wall, bearing a highly demonic and very irate Father Christmas.

"You've been naughty!!" he bellowed at them.

"I think he's mad at me," Willow observed.

"Nobody messes with my girl," Tara growled, hefting the Big 'Frilly' Gun and pulling the trigger. As before everything even vaguely in the direction the weapon was pointing turned white; unlike before, the demon failed to explode.

"You'd better watch out!" he roared, clambering out of the sleigh, reaching into his sack of presents, and producing a steam-powered coal cannon. "Santa Claws is coming to town!"

"Ugh, that's a horrible pun," Emmy winced. Tara grabbed her and Willow, who was muttering calculations to herself distractedly, and pulled them behind a pile of demon toy soldier bits as a volley of lumps of coal rocketed over their heads.

"I'm not entirely sure why that didn't work," Willow frowned. "That should have atomised even his atoms."

"I think the shoot-demon-with-fancy-blaster plan is out the window," Tara noted. "What else is bad for Santa?"

"Uh... don't you have to believe in him?" Willow suggested. "Maybe if we all, um, didn't believe in him, really seriously...?" Another hail of coal thudded into the mound of toy bits they were hiding behind.

"I'm going to have a hard time not believing he's out there," Tara muttered.

"I'm wondering if he doesn't have some kind of matter-energy conversion reactor inside of him," Willow pondered. "That'd explain why he can eat all those pork pies in one evening without exploding... So conventional attacks are out. What sort of unconventional weapons would work on Santa?"

"Uh, the song goes 'you'd better not pout,' maybe he doesn't like pouting?" Tara suggested.

"Maybe, but I still haven't got the teleporter working, so there's no way to get Buffy here in a hurry," Willow said.

"What with all the in-store appearances, he's developed quite an aversion to young children with weak bladders," Emmy suggested.

"I'm not sure I want to design a weapon based on that," Willow winced.

"If he gets a hangover from all the sherry after climbing down chimneys, maybe we can use that to our advantage somehow?" Tara wondered.

"He's plenty irritable enough as it is," Emmy muttered, peering briefly out from behind cover.

"Wait, that's it!" Willow burst out.

"What? Sherry?"

"No... Tara, blast a hole in that wall, I need some bricks." Tara looked baffled, but shrugged and blew some bricks free of the factory wall.

"Okay," Willow said to herself, using a ray gun to melt a patch of floor, "this'll do for mortar, and... lucky I got that pocket wormhole last week... put it all together... done!" She flourished her latest creation for Tara to see.

"A chimney?"

"You betcha!" Willow grinned, raising the chimney onto her shoulder like a rocket launcher and standing up. "Hey Santa! Come and get it!"

"I hope you know what you're doing," Tara muttered, grabbing Willow's free hand as Santa charged towards them.

"Trust me," Willow winked.

"I do."

Santa took a flying leap, and then, in defiance of physics, his considerable bulk vanished into the small chimney. Willow put it back on the ground and put her ear to it.

"Yep, he's in there," she said smugly. Tara listened, and picked up the muffled sound of crawling.

"How did you... however this sentence ends, answer it?" Tara asked.

"Simple," Willow smiled. "Santa climbs down chimneys for a living, so I figured this close to Christmas, if he saw a chimney he'd just react on instinct and go for it. And I built a small wormhole into this one, so the bottom of the chimney comes out just below the top of the chimney, and so on. Ergo, effectively, infinite chimney for Demon Santa to crawl down for the rest of time."

"Then it's over," Emmy sighed with relief.

"Willow," Tara said glowingly, "that was..."

"Quirky?"

"Brilliant."

"Aw..."

"You did it," Emmy told the pair of them. "You saved Christmas. Only, I don't know where we'll find another Santa at such short notice..."

"Here's an idea," Willow thought out loud, picking up Santa's hat, which had fallen off as he plunged into the chimney, and without his evil influence had reverted back to its former cheerful self. She held it out like a crown, and placed it squarely on Emmy's head.

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Willow and Tara sat in front of the inaugural Jewish/Wicca Christmas tree, in the customary state of lazy contentment that followed saving the world and topping it off with Christmas dinner.

"Egg nog will be ready in a minute, girls!" Tara's mother called from the kitchen.

"What is egg nog, anyway?" Willow wondered. "I know it's a drink, I mean what's it made of?"

"Well, egg, and..." Tara shrugged. "Nog?"

Willow chuckled, then took a long glance at Tara, and grew thoughtful.

"Tara?"

"Hmm?"

"You know you're not just my Rudolph, right?" Willow said, her voice betraying a little anxiety.

"Your what?"

"Like you said before, about how the other reindeer were nice to Rudolph while they needed his nose, but would probably go back to ignoring him otherwise. I know our saving-the-world model is based on me inventing stuff and you having the reaction speed of a hummingbird on caffeine, but you know that's not why I want to spend time with you, right? You're my best friend, and that's all that's important. A-and that's so important, you're... what I mean is, I..." her tongue caught, and she sighed, tried again, but still couldn't get the next words out.

"I know," Tara said warmly, as Willow drew breath for a third attempt.

"You know?" Willow asked.

"I really do," Tara nodded. There was a shuffling noise from the fireplace, and a pair of small, brightly-coloured presents rolled off the top of the pile around the tree and landed between the two girls. Certain scuttling noises from above indicated, perhaps, the presence of an elf on the roof, but Willow and Tara were too focused on the small gifts to hear.

"I don't remember wrapping these," Willow pondered.

"Me neither," Tara shrugged. "This one's to you."

"And this is for you." They exchanged the presents, and looked up at each other.

"Shall we?" Willow asked. Tara nodded, and together they opened the wrapping, and then the boxes inside. Each drew out a small card, with a single line printed on it, and read it, eyes widening. Then they looked back up at each other, and finally recognised what had been in the other's gaze all along.

As they leaned closer, the two cards drifted to the carpet, landing face up, displaying the identical messages: "Yes, she really does want you to kiss her."

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"Egg nog's... ready?" Mrs. Rosenberg said, trailing off as she entered the living room and found her daughter and Tara kissing beneath the Christmas tree, quite oblivious to anything else. Mrs. Maclay appeared behind her.

"What's the... oh."

"Well..."

"Uh-huh..."

"Uh, I suppose," Sheila said thoughtfully, "this definitely resolves the question of how she'll react when I come out."

"True," Ella nodded slowly. "On the other hand, it could make telling them about us a bit awkward."

"Oh... I hadn't thought of that," Sheila winced.

"A retreat to the kitchen is in order," Ella said, taking Sheila's arm and pulling her along.

"Good idea, I could use some egg nog."

"Oh, is that what you're calling it now?" Ella winked.

"Vixen."

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 Post subject: Re: Stocking Stuffers: Little Gifts from RKT
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Debra, I got your story last week, but things conflicted to make me not give it a good read. I promise to leave feedback as soon as I can.

In the meantime...

DIBS for Chris' story! :D

ETA: Well, Chris. I'm really glad that you decided to write this story, as it does two very important things: it gives me a good healthy dose of your storytelling to enjoy this winter (and I always enjoy what you write) and it confirms how utterly crazy you are. I mean, what sane person would write something like this? And more importantly, what sane person would write something like this and make it work on so many levels?

And Emmy as Santa...bet she loves that. (Incidentally, is she going to end up being the "Tarebear" of this fic series, in that she'll make an appearance in every story?)

Good work, Chris. Now bring on the next story! :D

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