BurningWhiteRose – I’m glad that you, among others, found it funny. That’s exactly what I was going for and one thing that makes Anya so wonderful.
Michelle – Exactly! She focuses on the breasts and then drops in that Tara had obviously been attacked by a vampire. And yes, they know there’s another slayer but haven’t been able to find her.
Emms – The best ever? Woo hoo and yay for me! Thanks.
Insanity – Glad you liked her. I love her in general. Yes, that’s exactly the point: Tara’s masking spell is masking Faith from the council too. Thanks.
pipsberg – Thanks. I’m glad you liked it. Get used to the still thinking students… That’s kind of the point.
her BRIGHTeyes – Glad you liked both. I was definitely going for humor. Patience is a virtue…
Natti – I’m glad you liked Anya. The slayers will meet soon.
Grimmy – Yeah, something like that. I think that “sitting right here” is from an episode although I can’t think of it at the moment.
Thanks for the info on the html tag. I fixed it. Sometimes it’s hard to remember which part has html and which has ezCodes.
Romy – Thanks. I’m glad you liked.
sammi – Thanks.
Shy One – I can’t remember if I’ve seen your name before. If not, welcome. I’m glad you liked Anya and her comments. More coming up soon and a longer update too.
Wimpy – I’m not so sure about that Willow figuring it out. We’ll have to see. Glad you liked Anya. Thanks.
Ha ha. So far no curse words from Asher but there’s plenty of time.
TheRose24 – For fun! Buuuwaaaahaha!
gabbles – Thanks. I’m glad you liked it. Yes, an update but not what you want.
Grimaldi – Thanks.
Title – School Days
Part 14 – Bronzin
Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers – Yes.
Rating – Part 14– R
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Thoughts in italics“Well, that was fun,” Faith announced as she wiped her hands and held one out to pull Tara to her feet.
“For y-you,” Tara huffed, “I spent most of the fight on my butt watching you.”
“Hey,” Faith argued as she wiped blood from over Tara’s eye, “you did great. You did your fire spell on two of them.” Like a mother she spit on her shirt before wiping at the cut again. “Do you want to go home and clean this up?” she offered.
“No,” Tara said, “let’s continue.”
Faith smiled: “Actually I had other plans.”
“Dancing,” Tara guessed with a smile.
“It is Saturday night,” Faith agreed as she turned the two girls to move toward the Bronze. “How many vampires have we gotten this week?” Faith asked.
Tara thought about it for a few minutes. “I think 17,” she answered, “does that sound right?”
“You’re the brains of this operation,” Faith shrugged. “How does that compare to Cleveland?”
Tara nodded and answered, “Average in Cleveland was 23 in a w-week. New York was 8, Chicago 6, and Ft. Lauderdale 5.”
“Spring break,” Faith smiled.
“Good old spring break,” Tara laughed back.
“So 23 in Cleveland,” Faith repeated, “and 17 here. Didn’t you expect more?”
“I guess so,” Tara answered, “I mean this is supposedly a Hellmou…”
“What’s up, T?” Faith asked as the blonde girl trailed off.
“Oh,” Tara pointed surreptitiously, “that group of kids. The blonde was the one I told you about with the strange feeling.”
“At the witchy store?” Faith confirmed. Tara nodded and Faith asked, “Can you feel that energy thing now?’
“No,” Tara explained, “there are too many p-people around.” Both girls showed their IDs at the door and entered the club smiling as they heard the dance music blasting.
“I’ll buy,” Faith offered, “you find a table.” Tara agreed but wondered why bother. Both girls loved to dance but they could start out at a table. Faith returned and handed the blonde a beer. They clinked bottles. “To the Hellmouth!” Faith toasted laughing and they both took long drinks.
Faith took a good look at the bar. Surprisingly she hadn’t had a chance to visit it in the two weeks that the girls had lived in Sunnydale. “Hey,” she shouted at her best friend, “there is that blonde girl and look there’s a redhead with her.”
“Don’t start,” Tara admonished her friend. She knew that Faith was well aware of her “thing” for redheads and she had certainly noticed Willow with the group from the Magic Box.
“Oh come on, T,” Faith argued, “she’s very cute and if she’s with that group then she’s probably not going to be wierded about Hellmouth stuff or your being a witch.” The dark-haired girl ignored Tara’s icy stare and continued, “And she’s looked over here a few times. Definitely checking you out.”
Exasperated with her friend’s perseverance, Tara grumbled, “The whole group is probably checking me out. I m-mean I went over there with major bite marks on my neck and b-bought holy water.”
“I thought you wore a shirt with a collar,” Faith argued. “Ok,” she said excitedly, “now she’s definitely looking at you. T, you gotta go talk to her.”
Tara glanced over to see Willow watching her before both girls looked away, embarrassed to have been caught. “Faith,” Tara nearly shouted, “can you j-just drop it?”
“She’s cute,” Faith argued somewhat disheartened by her friend’s lack of interest in spite of the redhead’s obvious interest in her. “Plus which,” Faith continued, “that blonde is totally hot.” She appeared to consider for a moment before pronouncing, “Definitely my type.” As she spoke, she caught the girl’s eye and held it as if mentally undressing her.
“C-c-can you just ignore the entire t-table?” Tara asked again.
Faith raised an eyebrow at her friend. “T…,” she drew out the other girl’s initial. “Spill,” she finally ordered her.
“She’s a s-student,” Tara admitted.
“The mystery hottie,” Faith announced triumphantly. “Good taste, T,” she declared. “Of course we knew that.” Faith drained her beer before declaring, “Well, I’m going to see if the blonde wants to dance. That usually works pretty well.”
“Faith,” Tara admonished.
The dark-haired girl picked up Tara’s beer and placed it in her hand. “I’m going over to say hi and see if she wants to dance. If you don’t come you’ll look really rude.” With that she started walking, barely glancing back to see that Tara was sighing as she followed her friend.
“Stubborn ass,” Tara muttered at her friend’s back.
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“Now what?” Willow asked as she kept her eyes on the table. She’d been caught looking at the blonde witch two times by the witch and once by her friend or girlfriend.
“Now they’re coming over here,” Buffy told her with a trace of excitement in her voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Willow groaned, “here come Tara and her girlfriend to visit.”
“I don’t think she’s her girlfriend,” Buffy answered her friend.
“Why not?”
“They don’t go together,” Buffy informed her. Since Xander and Anya were dancing, the slayer had no one to back her up but she was sure that the very hot girl with the witch was neither a witch, nor her girlfriend.
“You like her,” Willow concluded confused.
“She’s hot,” Buffy answered back as she drained her beer.
“You’re straight,” Willow argued.
“But feeling bendy,” Buffy laughed at her own double entendre as the other pair reached the table.
Willow shook her head in wonder at her best friend. Here, the redhead had gone through such soul searching before coming out. She’d gone off to college and started a seemingly academic investigation of her own interests, initiated when she’d noticed a crush on a girl in one of her classes. Then she’d researched the subject thoroughly and rated her feelings of attractiveness toward ten male and ten female celebrities. Then she had gone on three dates with boys from her classes and three with women and rated on a matrix of responses including comfort level, humor during the date, good night kiss (if applicable), and willingness to date the person again. After concluding that she was a lesbian, she had undertaken a 4-step plan to come out to her friends and family. So it would just figure that after all her work, none of which had led to a relationship, Buffy would just see a hot girl and go for it.
“Hi,” Tara started shyly.
“Hi, Tara,” Willow answered. She looked up to see Buffy being appraised by the other girl like some piece of meat and hoped that this wasn’t Tara’s girlfriend. If it was, the girl didn’t seem to have any respect for the blonde. Feeling like she had to say something she started: “That’s my friend Buffy and those,” she pointed on the dance floor, “are Xander and Anya.”
Tara nodded and motioned toward Faith: “This is Faith.”
“You old enough to dance?” the dark-haired girl asked with smirk.
“And more than that,” Buffy flirted as she pulled Faith toward the dance floor.
Willow watched them go for a second, shaking her head before looking at Tara standing awkwardly and taking another drink of her beer. “Do you want to sit?” she offered and was relieved as the blonde did just that.
“I’m surprised to s-see you d-drinking,” Tara said indicating the redhead’s beer.
“Yeah, well,” Willow answered somewhat worried about the impression she was making, “Xander was payday man and he wanted to get everyone one. But I don’t usually … I mean I’m not exactly old enough … I’m not a drunk or anything…” She trailed off as she looked at the dance floor to see Buffy and Faith doing something that probably could be interpreted as dancing but looked much more like feeling each other up. Embarrassed to be caught drinking she suddenly realized that Tara was drinking too and the girl was definitely way to young to be drinking. “But you too,” she started. Realizing she sounded accusatory she amended her statement, “I mean you’re drinking.”
“Oh,” Tara answered casually, “Faith got it. I would probably prefer a c-coke but I’m not entirely opposed to a beer now and then.”
Willow was surprised at the comfort with the girl indicated the beer, as if she had nothing to be sorry about. Here she was a high school junior drinking beer while talking to a teacher and she didn’t seem apologetic about it at all. The redhead shook her head before deciding to change subjects. “How do you like school?” she shouted over the music.
“G-good,” Tara answered, glad to be rid of the subject of Willow’s drinking and wondering how her friend had gotten the beer at all. Maybe her friends were older? Willow had said that she was getting books for a friend who was a student at UC Sunnydale so maybe they were all older than her. “I was kind of w-worried about being new but it’s going well.”
“That’s good,” Willow answered, relieved to be on the subject of school. “Being new to Sunnydale can be a pretty overwhelming experience.” Her eyes ran to the blonde’s neck where she could see faint bruises from her apparent run-in with the vampire a few days before and then to her forehead which, she suddenly noticed, was sporting a scrape. Without thinking about it, she reached out and grasped the blonde’s hand. On contact, both girls felt a tingling electric spark shoot through their bodies and stared at their joining. Willow pulled back embarrassed at the intensity of the connection as well as knowing that she shouldn’t be doing anything that could be interpreted as flirting with the younger girl. “You should be careful,” she warned the blonde.
Still somewhat shocked at the intensity of physical sensation, Tara was nonetheless caught off guard by Willow’s warning. Did she mean be careful of the bumps in the night? And if so, what did she know of them? Or be careful of what was going on between the two girls. And what was going on between them? “I-I-I…” she faltered and looked down at the table. “I am,” she finally told the redhead, all too aware of the deafening silence that was filling the space between them.
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Buffy’s heart beat wildly as she danced with the dark-haired girl across from her. Or not so much across from her as on top of her. They’d been dancing for probably 2 minutes before Faith had reached out to run her hand across the blonde’s hip and since then their bodies had been pressed close together. The feelings she was experiencing were confusing and overwhelming. Faith just felt like she fit--her passion and power and speed just seemed so right that even an avowed resident of boys town like Buffy couldn’t resist the woman.
Nonetheless she spared a quick glance over at Willow. Her redheaded friend had been literally shaking as Faith and Tara had made their way toward the table although Buffy couldn’t figure out what made her friend so nervous. If Tara was a witch, then it seemed good. Maybe Willow and she could do some spells together and increase their abilities. Assuming that she was a “good witch” of course. Now the two girls appeared to be involved in a halting conversation but at least they were talking… mostly.
“They like each other.” Faith’s voice cut into Buffy’s thoughts and she looked up suddenly before slowly watching the two witches for a few seconds.
“I guess so,” she agreed.
Faith looked the blonde in the eyes: “You can tell when two people like each other that much.”
Buffy grinned as she wondered which two people the dark-haired girl was talking about. “Yeah but…,” she trailed off.
“The whole teacher/student thing?” Faith suggested. As Buffy nodded Faith explained, “Not to worry. Tara’s has the most integrity of anyone I know. She would never cross that line.”
“Willow either,” Buffy quickly volunteered. Looking again at the dark-haired girl she pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “Dance with me, Faith.”
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Lost for something to say, Willow grasped at, “So how did you meet Faith?”
Tara smiled as the memory came back to her of how she’d met the dark-haired girl nearly two years ago.
Seeing Buffy and Faith walking toward the table and feeling the blush filling her face, Tara stammered, “W-we met a few y-years ago. Out dancing, you k-know…” Thankfully she saw Faith and Buffy nearing the table.
The dark-haired girl arrived, took a drink of Tara’s drink, and began pulling her and Willow toward the floor. “Come on, T,” she urged as she turned to Willow. “Tara loves to dance and I bet you do too.” Neither girl could resist the energetic girl’s urging and they enjoyed dancing the rest of the evening. Although both girls were careful to never appear to be dancing together, each stole glance after glance at the other.
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by sam darls » Sat Jun 05, 2004 10:41 am 
..Ooh, and Tara's going to the magic shop..yay!!. Love sam xx
I was hoping the whole time that Willow walks through that door. But nothing. 
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Thats still bothering me!!
BWR
Ive been lazy and not giving feedback...
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. Can't wait until Faith comes along to the magic box. 
at: 6/8/04 10:52 am
. Graet update. Love sam xx
