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Kalita as you will see definitely tight fitting... but it is not all about the clothes you know.
Katharyn
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Title:
The Sidestep Chronicle – Last Halloween (Part 55)
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome.
katharynrosser@hotmail.comSpoiler Warning: Pretty limited. The story occurs in an alternate universe though reference is made to events that occur in both realities.
Summary: Halloween comes to Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilch from this series of stories.
Rating: 15
Couples: VW/T
Notes: Mariacomet did a playground scene recently… but this was written months ago. So there.
Thanks To: Jo… who is as fine a beta reader as I can think exists.
The Sidestep Chronicle
Last Halloween
By
Katharyn Rosser
“Where did you get these?” Tara asked the vampire, pointing at the pile of clothes that were lying on her bed. Willow couldn’t have bought them during the day, which was the only time that any shops were open in Sunnydale – even now. And she wasn’t really one for mail order was she? Besides… no credit card.
Internet?
No computer unless she had killed to get at one. No. She would have to have been invited in somewhere to get that. So where?
“You won’t want to know,” Willow told her and Tara believed her straight away. She really didn’t want to know. It was often best not to think about what Willow had done. What she would do to get what she wanted.
And what she wanted was often just a whim, which made it even worse.
But there were still tags on the garments. At worst they were stolen as new – not… not taken from someone’s dead body. She hadn’t heard about any problems at the re-opening of some of Sunnydale’s shops. No death or maiming anyway. She wouldn’t have been alerted to petty theft. It was an almost unknown crime in Sunnydale. The criminals had long since been weeded out by even bigger opportunists.
Vampires.
Crimes against property in Sunnydale? Next to none. Crimes against person? Well since the Master had been destroyed they were down. Way down. Between her and Faith they had eliminated a lot of the vampires that preyed upon the town. More than they could really believe and that was paying dividends.
Killing that many vampires over say a couple of weeks, was one thing. But in that situation those that remained would respond by replenishing, or even increasing their numbers. It was like they had an instinctive need to maintain the balance that they created. So much food. So many vampires. Destroying them all in one go had prevented that from happening. Tara had no way to know but she guessed that the vampire population in Sunnydale was lower than it had been since the Master had risen. Her hunts since that victorious night had only helped.
That was a good state in which to leave the town. She’d been covering for Faith and now the Slayer was almost recovered. Faith could take it from here. Maybe Mr Giles and Larry would have to stand in for her for a couple of more weeks, so that she could ease back into the fight without risking her still tender leg. But Tara was pretty happy with how things were.
So Sunnydale looking good.
Faith on the mend.
Willow…? Her vampire didn’t know yet and Tara was more than a little afraid of the possible reaction. She had never had to explain anything like this to Willow. Never had to explain why she was going away.
“They’re your size Kitty,” Willow told her, looking Tara up and down. Willow loved to look. Look and touch. Look, touch and lick.
“They look a little… you know… restricting,” Tara said, holding up one top that the vampire had provided for her.
“And revealing,” Willow leered making it a little more obvious why she had chosen these items as she hooked one finger into Tara’s altogether more modest shirt and pulled her towards her.
But it
was Halloween… and Tara had promised to do this – in exchange for Willow’s own promise. This was the one night in all the year that they could possibly move through the world outside this apartment and clearly be together. Whose world was it? Willow’s or Tara’s? Tara wasn’t sure that she had a world of her own anymore. She was afraid that more and more, even before her birthday in the coming week, she was a part of the darkness. And she had moved into the shadows through her own choices.
They had both agreed to this. Willow still thought that her Kitty had a world and was not really happy about venturing out into it. Even at night. In fact neither of them relished the thought of abandoning their own world for the other's.
Tara had promised not to stake vampires tonight - not that there was actually anywhere to conceal anything like a stake in the clothes that Willow had brought for her – and Willow had reluctantly agreed not to feed. Not tonight. Tara had already given her a bag of blood, human blood and the vampire had reluctantly drunk it down – hunger getting the better of her. Willow had made her distaste evident with every sip though. ‘Plasticy’ and ‘cold’ were the only comments. The screwed up face said the rest.
Willow had been glad of the food, but showed absolutely no gratitude for the effort that Tara had to obtain that blood. And what if there was an accident? What if someone needed the blood at which Willow had screwed her face? What if someone died at the hospital?
One more person I allowed to die for Willow. And this time… I did it myself. All by myself.Tonight was the night that Sunnydale itself came out to play. Though very few knew about the Master and his death, the drop in vampire attacks had meant that many of the townspeople had been venturing out more and more. Even at the worst times Halloween had been the night when they would even let their children out. Tonight was special though. The Mayor had arranged his promised circus for this night. He anticipated that any remaining vampires would stay away and that the people of the town knew somehow that they could come out on this night, that perversely it had become the safest of the year.
The Master, Willow had told Tara, had given the humans this one night a year. He gave it to them for a number of reasons. Part of it was psychology. A species without any hope would not be afraid of dying. They would start to expect it, anticipate it, even long for the blessed release that it brought.
Tara could understand that line of thinking.
But the Master had seen it as a question of taste. The taste of blood. And then there was the refusal to participate in the ritual mockery of all things supernatural. The Order of Aurelius was, had been, an ancient order of vampires. The Master had seen Halloween change from a night to share with humans into one on which the humans reassured themselves that the monsters did not exist. Willow and Tara intended to go back to the old way tonight.
While the Master had ruled, woe betide any vampire who went out hunting on Halloween. According to Willow his punishments for any transgression had often been cruel and only later fatal. She knew what she was talking about, had even been entrusted with the delivery of such rewards herself. And so the streets had been safe even for children – accompanied of course. The way Willow told it the remaining vampires were still afraid to hunt tonight. Some of them feared that the Master would return – but Willow and Tara both knew that couldn’t happen. Not now. Some of the vampires feared the rise to power of the humans in the darkness that had been their own.
Now the humans knew that they were there… and they knew that the vampires were, somehow, weaker. There were the human ‘champions’ the Slayer and the witch. Tara had laughed a little grimly on hearing herself referred to as a champion.
And of course, some of the vampires just hated the commercialisation. Willow was one of those. Tara had the feeling that Willow knew all the historical and mythological details behind Halloween and despised what it had become. That must have been a link between the old and the new Willow. Unless she had simply picked up on the Master’s desires.
Whatever the reasons, the fact remained that Tara had never been
out with Willow. Into the world. It wasn’t like it was a date or anything… they were long since past that ritual. Tara had wondered, some time ago, if she had missed out on some adolescent rite of passage by not having been through the dating phase. What could they have done though? Gone out for a meal? ‘Veal and a bowl of warm blood please’?
It was just that the only times they had been together outside of Tara’s apartment had been on the hunt. Willow’s hunt or Tara’s. They were both predators of a kind. Each of them hunting the other’s kind – but never each other. And whilst they had never run out of things to do… together… a change of scene from this apartment would be nice. At least to Tara.
Willow was less keen. Definitely less keen when they had discussed, yes actually discussed, the possibility of being out together.
Which was why Tara was stuck with Willow’s choice of clothing for her. The lace trimmed corset like tops and the… leather? Was that really a pair of leather… trousers? Tara knew that she’d appear to be a sort of blondish, less lithesome and less graceful Willow clone in those. But it seemed to be the vampire’s favourite combination and it was probably the only thing that would tempt Willow out with her for this one special night. This last one. She had been forced to offer Willow the chance to get her Kitten, no Kitty now, to do something that she didn’t really want to. Bargaining had never been a feature of their relationship; maybe that was why this night had intrigued the vampire.
Still, Willow wasn’t big on bargaining. It wasn’t who she really was.
There were very few things that Tara had refused her over the months… only the big stuff, the important stuff… the rest of it was just who they were together. What they were together. Unnatural enemies… but strangely in ‘love.’ Avoiding the issues that should have plagued any attempt to remain together, but feeling the passion as well as knowing the problems. They weren’t kidding each other about any of it – they just weren’t talking about it. And from Tara’s point of view why should she have? Even then there had been so little time. Now… there was
too little time left. Too little time for anything.
Her birthday was just a few days away now… not a month – no longer even a week. This wasn’t the time to rock the boat with Willow. She wanted something that she hadn’t really found yet. She wanted to be
really happy. Just for a little while. Then she would be what Willow already was… a demon. And she had no idea what effect that would have on them. On her. Next to that reality the rest of it was just, well relationship stuff. She was going to enjoy herself tonight. Every night and every day they could manage from now on… she was going to fill herself with Willow.
Full to the brim… just like she was going to be in this top. She looked at the selection, then she looked at Willow and each knew what the other was thinking. Willow didn’t really want to go out. Tara didn’t really want to be in these clothes. Each was ready now, for this evening, to let go of what they wanted, to get what the other didn’t want.
Willow smiled, looking over Tara, then at the clothes… the vampire at least had made a decision. “Put them on Kitty,” even as she said it she was unfastening Tara’s jeans for her, then lifting up her t-shirt up.
“You’ll come out?” Tara asked, not resisting as Willow pulled the T-shirt over her head. That was important. That Willow kept the bargain. She wanted to be out. Just once. And they had made the bargain for that.
The vampire didn’t reply stepping behind her and unfastening her bra, drawing the straps down Tara’s arms with a fingernail reaching around to run between the now unsupported globes. “You’ll come out?” Tara asked again, crossing her arms across herself until Willow would reassure her of that. It was easier to get an answer out of Willow when she denied the vampire something, some sensation, that she wanted.
Willow pulled, applying a little pressure to her Kitty’s folded arms and Tara found she was unable to resist, letting them fall to her side as the vampire licked her shoulder blades and ran a hand over her bare back, the lick ran lower, down the curve of Tara’s spine and finally Willow was on her knees behind her, grasping the waistband of the denim and slowly pulled them down.
“Put them on…” Willow told her again once the jeans were pulled down.
Tara took the constricting top, got herself into it and drew her breath as Willow, with her unnatural strength, made short work of drawing the fastenings together. Tara grunted and Willow even paused before carrying on and fastening it. Being somewhat more buxom than the vampire Tara saw a blatant flaw in the costume… it was obviously far too… ah… revealing. Willow came back around her.
“Gosh, look at those,” the vampire murmured, grinning.
Tara looked down again, amazed that she was actually covered within the garment – if in a totally unnatural shape. Willow probed them with her finger… pressing and testing the resistance, seeming pleased with the results. Then she picked up the leather trousers.
“These…” She knelt at Tara’s feet and removed the jeans that were already around Tara’s ankles.
Tara took them and raised a foot, allowing the vampire to help her into them. They were definitely too tight… not to fasten but certainly to be comfortable. Not that she could ever really be comfortable in this outfit. It just was not her… no way no how. Daddy would have flipped if he had seen her in this.
You want to look like a slut Tara? Is that it? Shut up Daddy.
He’d never had to ask her that question. Never. That meant that she wasn’t hearing him. That he wasn’t there with her. That it was just her imagination working within her, perhaps it always had been. He was long gone. Further even than she was going to be before long.
What looked, sort of, good on Willow was just not her at all. Not that she wouldn’t have found Willow the most beautiful thing she had ever seen whatever she was wearing… sackcloth, anything at all. She squirmed trying to find some way to be a bit more comfortable. Just so long as she didn’t have to run, fight or breathe hard. Although the way things were planned she wouldn’t be breathing hard until she was out of these clothes. Until she been had been taken out of them.
Something to look forward to for more than one reason.
Perhaps vampires were the obvious candidates for this sort of thing? Not breathing would definitely be an advantage. The corset actually encouraged not breathing.
Tara went around to the closet and reached inside, having a sudden urge as she bent to make sure that she didn’t fall out of the top. This couldn’t be the right size surely? Despite what Willow had said. The leather squeaked and she sighed carefully and then picked up the bag that she had left in there… with Willow’s outfit for the night. She was far surer of the vampire’s size than Willow apparently was of hers.
Unless Willow was looking for her to be popping out? Actually that might well have been the case. That would appeal to Willow’s sense of fun… especially as Tara had promised that she would go out in it. And would have no choice. Promises might mean little to Willow, but Willow knew that they did to her.
Handing the bag over to the vampire, she saw that Willow’s face had fallen from an expression of fascination with Tara’s chest to one of distaste. Without even looking. It was enough that Tara had chosen her clothes at all. When the vampire looked at what Tara had selected for her that expression soured even further.
“You suggested it you know,” Tara reminded the vampire of the bargain – even if she had prompted that agreement with careful suggestions of her own that had been designed to tempt the Willow into this night out.
“Not fun,” Willow concluded, lifting the long, rust coloured, skirt and the t-shirt out of the bag… still it could have been worse for her from what she had told Tara in the past. The clothes might have been pink, or fuzzy or with a childish message on the front of the t-shirt.
“Time to change,” Tara told her… standing back to watch the show. But Willow wasn’t about to let her just be a voyeur. She insisted that Tara had to take part in the process.
Not a bad price really, except when she started to breathe a little harder.
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Things had got much better even in the few weeks since the Master had been destroyed, but Tara had never before seen the streets of Sunnydale looking so busy at night. People of all ages were taking advantage of their traditional period of safety… and what were they doing? It would have been funny really, if it had not been so tragic. They were celebrating a world of monsters, goblins and ghouls... although she hadn’t seen any vampire masks yet.
Perhaps the shops didn’t stock them.
It would be sort of twisted in the eyes of the rest of the world… but here in Sunnydale it made a funny kind of sense for the people to look to the occult that that was so much a part of their world.
What had really surprised her though was the fervour with which Willow was clinging to her and… it seemed… guarding her against all the people that were out there. Tara didn’t really know what it was about them that the vampire thought she was guarding her Kitty against, but there was
something bothering Willow. She supposed it might have been that they hadn’t been out before and now that they were here… not hunting, not feeding… it was strange to the vampire.
Could it be that Willow was ill at ease in a world filled with humans for once? A world in which she couldn’t be what she was… in which she had to hide her nature, her thirsts and her desires? Maybe that was part of it but why then was she ‘protecting’ Tara too?
Was it that Willow
felt something… something of what had to soon be revealed to the vampire? Was Tara giving off some vibe to her?
It had been all that Tara could do to stop Willow snarling at the children they passed in the street… let alone those that ran around and around them shouting ‘Trick or Treat!’ Eventually she had just taken Willow’s hand in her own and every time the vampire tensed and prepared to react she squeezed that hand… not to hurt – heck Willow would probably have liked that – but to give the vampire a silent message of reassurance. ‘I’m still here’ it was saying… ‘I’ll always be here.’
‘You don’t have to fear them.’
Willow being afraid like that… and seemingly for her as well. It was something else that she had never known about Willow.
That apparent fear was something that she would never mention to Willow. It wasn’t something that her flame haired vampire lover would ever want to hear said of her. That she was ‘afraid.’ Willow had never even admitted fearing the Master… the only thing she would admit to being afraid of was, apparently, losing her Kitty. Maybe this was a part of that fear. Not in so many words perhaps… but Tara knew that she was as much a part of Willow as Willow was of her. It was maybe a different part – but they were still parts of each other.
It was like they always had been despite the way that they had found each other. How different they were.
And that idea made her feel, sort of, good… it shouldn’t feel that way but it did.
Good and… something else.
Willow obviously wasn’t happy in the crowds of humans and Tara wasn’t a fan of them either. That was why she let Willow steer her towards the park and away from the circus that was due to open up in just a few minutes. They had been able to hear the animals for a while now and Tara had wanted to see the horses the Mayor had promised. But more than that, more than anything else, she wanted to be with Willow in the time she had left. Crossing the park they came to the roundabout and both sat down. Willow restlessly pushed them around with one foot, angrily tugging at the skirt that she so obviously hated.
Apart from anything else Tara wasn’t keen on being seen by anyone from work in these clothes and she knew they were all going to the circus. It was practically compulsory. She should have been there – it was sort of her celebration after all. Perhaps… perhaps she could slip down and see the horses tomorrow before they left. She wasn’t really interested in the performance, just the horses themselves. Horses were a good memory and she wanted to reinforce the good things whilst she still could.
“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, knowing that there was something beyond the clothes. Beyond all the unfamiliar crowds of people back there.
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“What’s wrong?” the Kitty asked her.
What was wrong? Good question. She was here with the Kitty, out in the darkness that should have belonged to her – but was instead filled with humans having
fun and the Kitty needed to ask her what was wrong?
And she was dressed like… she was dressed like a human. About the only good thing that she could say was that she still wasn’t a fuzzy one… What was perhaps worse than that was that she could still taste that packet of blood that Tara had given her… sticking to the roof of the mouth much? Uggghh. The tang of plastic in the very essence. Wasted.
Everything was wrong…
“Nothing much,” she said finally. As much as she wanted to hate it, as much as she should detest her situation right now, she was with her Kitty and that made everything seem better than it really was. Not right – but the sum was definitely greater than the parts merited.
Tara looked at her and Willow met that look. They both knew it was less than the whole truth but Willow had never lied to her Kitty… never once – there had been no point before. But she hadn’t felt so uncomfortable before either. Inside it was one thing… but being out here with Tara?
It just wasn’t right. She could be seen… with a human… holding hands with a human. Linking arms… sitting with on a children’s roundabout. Maybe, a perverse part of her sort of hoped, she’d be seen kissing and more… Out here. Before the eyes of the underworld. They would know. They would find out that she was literally sleeping with the enemy. Their enemy.
Perhaps she was their enemy?
Did she want credit for her part in destroying the Master? Was that it?
The power of vampires might be on the wane in Sunnydale – Willow had played her own part in that – but there were other creatures and demons that would oppose the plans of the Mayor. The Mayor whom Willow hated as fiercely as she had ever hated anything. For whom Tara worked… and for whom, perhaps, the Kitty would be asked to fight those other things.
Or did she just want
them out in the open? Willow and the Kitty? She had never liked to slink and that was what she had been doing for months now. Hiding what should have been plain. The Kitty was hers. The Kitty belonged to her. She should have been demonstrating her mastery of the Kitty. Either that or killing her.
Did she want that Slayer and her Watcher to know? Well apparently they already knew, at least the Slayer did, but perhaps she wanted to spit it in their faces.. along with their hearts blood. She wanted to show them that the Kitty was hers… not anything of theirs at all.
Whether it was the demons, vampires or the Slayer discovery would bring them to Willow.
Worse still… it might bring them to the Kitty through her and that was what was making her nervous. How had the Slayer reacted? How would she react, when she was fit again? Willow
knew that she should have slipped into the hospital and ended it then. But no, she had wanted it to be more of a challenge.
Not a fair fight. But a fight. They were playing for the Kitty afterall.
She already knew what the demons would do… to Tara. Or at least what they would try to do. Things that would stop the playtime.
And all of this was why she was uncomfortable with them being out here.
That and the clothes.
Tara squeezed their linked arms to her, pulling Willow closer and she let herself be pulled. It wasn’t that they would know… those other things… she wasn’t afraid of that, or of them. In fact in an abstract sense she wanted them to.
It was what they might do with that knowledge. They might do things that would keep the Kitty from her… endanger her life. End the fun.
How much simpler would it be if Tara was a vampire?
If she turned the Kitty right now.
Tara had pulled her in and Willow’s face was resting on the bare shoulder of the witch. It was an attractive sight… looking down at the up-thrust breasts in their restraints. There was more to attract her though… she turned slightly and there was the neck… There… that was the only way to keep the Kitty with her forever.
One little bite… so tempting. Almost for her own good really. To stop the aging. To give them eternity. To bring Tara to one side and out of the grey expanse that was between them.
But the Kitty had told her that she didn’t want it. That she wouldn’t accept it and that she would remember that she should hate Willow for doing it when she came back. Play would still be over. Willow knew that was true… One of the few things Tara had ever denied her… and Willow knew that someone who was turned could remember what they had hated before they were dead.
She was so hungry…
And she wanted to play so badly… like she had done before.
The Kitty had stopped her. Feeding wasn’t allowed tonight – even though Tara had never tried to stop her before. Those were the Master’s rules too. But he was gone now. And play… just the discovery of the Kitty had stopped that… Willow had no desire to play with anyone but her Kitty.
And the Kitty wouldn’t let her play if she bit…
Besides it wouldn’t be the Kitty then would it? It would be something else that just remembered being the Kitty. Just like she remembered being the old Willow… the weak and fuzzy one. The doormat. That would just be a memory to Tara in the same way and Willow knew how different
she was. It couldn’t be different for the Kitty.
She didn’t want to play with anyone but the Kitty and that would not be the Kitty.
Willow knew that she was much better as she was now… just remembering the old Willow rather than being her. She couldn’t help feeling that remembering the old Tara – and not having her – wouldn’t be the same at all. The demon that the Kitty became might appreciate the change – as she had – but Willow knew that she wouldn’t enjoy it. She would have a rival rather than a… what? Partner?
Toy?
Lover?
Rather than her Kitty.
Much as she might have liked to play like that now there was more play to come if she didn’t. More was always better than less. Holding back gave her more all in all.
“Tell me,” the Kitty said to her.
Since they had destroyed the Master and the Watcher had ground his skull to powder the Kitty had been getting more and more assertive, albeit in subtle ways. Not all at once. She had stopped that Slayer from coming after ‘her Willow.’ She had taken command of Sunnydale by night with the Slayer and since then made it more dangerous place for vampires all by herself. She had even started to make her demands during their playtime… slowly but surely. And that was a lot of fun. Willow had always thought from the glimpses that it would be… but playing by the other’s rules… yum. The rules were changing and so far it was good.
They would have to look into that yumminess a little more… maybe tonight being as Tara was in the mood to bargain.
“Everything has changed,” Willow finally told her looking around. “Nothing is the same.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was definitely a truth.
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“Nothing is the same,” Willow told her finally.
Was it the children in the streets? All the people who were out – more so tonight, but a few more each and every night that passed? The businesses that were starting to rebuild and think of opening in a town that was finding it was, actually, still alive and was seeming surprised by that fact? If so Tara couldn’t say that she was sorry at all.
Even if that made Willow uncomfortable.
This was what she had come here for and she had achieved what she had to. The Master was dead and she hadn’t had to do too much that was… questionable… to achieve that. With Faith’s help – and yes Willow’s – it hadn’t been necessary to take herself too much closer to the darkness. Not magically at least.
Willow was right though, everything had changed. Most of it for the better. Everything except them. They were a constant… static. Not moving onwards. Could they last like that though? Frozen in time. This night out… it wasn’t working like it should have done. They were shunning the world to be alone, just in a different place to the usual. They couldn’t walk in each other’s world. There was just one world and both of them saw it in a different way.
“Things change, you know?” Tara said.
But not us. We’re stuck. Stuck in what seems like a good place on the surface. But stuck all the same.“Things are stupid,” Willow told her.
Tara just smiled and accepted Willow’s head on her shoulder. Whilst she sort of wanted things to stay the same for always there were problems with that for them. She had less than a week left… that would be a big change. The biggest maybe since they found each other in that abandoned building a few long and short months ago. It seemed like a lifetime. And it seemed like yesterday.
They hadn’t had enough time and they’d had too much.
Had they wasted all of it?
And if thing stayed the same how could they grow?
Anything that doesn’t grow is dead Tara. She didn’t say anything to that lingering memory of her father.
Willow couldn’t grow. Willow was, in her own words, eternal. Stagnant. A perpetual killer. A perpetual murderer.
A perpetual love of sorts.
But was that love perpetual just because of what Willow was? She didn’t think so… it did not quite ring true within her soul.
A soul… another difference between them.
Even if Tara wasn’t going to go through her change so soon… could she have lived with those differences for the entire length of her life? Live with death and allow Willow to continue doing what she did?
The answer to that was simple. It was the answer to most things. It was Willow.
She was what she was and she had never pretended to be anything different.
Just as Tara would be what she would be. The big questions, like that… she was going to wait until she knew what she herself would become before she tackled those. Until she could figure out what to do with herself. If she would come back at all.
And even if she did…
I might not even care.And that would be the worst thing. Not caring. About people. About life. About right and wrong.
About Willow. Or would that be a good thing? In the bigger picture… might that at least be a good thing? If it was good why did the very idea ache within her?
“Wanna go home and get out of these clothes?” she asked Willow and was pleased to see the vampire turn and looked at her surprised. It was the first proposition she had made in a long time. Wow…
It had taken her long enough.
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by AutumnT » Wed Jun 26, 2002 10:19 am 
And I love Willow's line of "Gosh, look at those." Heh...
! I really enjoyed this part Katharyn (leather and lace included)! Bringing the concept of bargaining into W&T's relationship is a good way to show how Tara is "grown-up" now. In other words, in the past Tara was mostly submissive (by choice) in her relationship with Willow. Although, Tara isn't demanding Willow to go outside with her, she is subtly using compromise to achieve her desired result. Also for future reference, compromise (Willow will have to learn one day)is important to show balance, where both partners are willing to give a little in order to achieve a mutually satisfying relationship. Loved Tara's line "Full to the brim... just like she was going to be in this top" (the line gives a great visual of the clothes Willow chose for her "kitty").
at: 6/27/02 1:34:41 am
Edited by: EvilsGood at: 6/27/02 3:13:47 am
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