Here you go little kittens*S*
Katharyn
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Title:
The Sidestep Chronicle – Still Good (Part 91)
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: Willow and Tara still doing good together.
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: W/T
Notes: Well after that last part I wanted NO doubts that everything was fine. Hence this.
Thanks To: Kerry, Jo, Xita, My L,
The Sidestep Chronicle
Still Good
By
Katharyn Rosser
She could stand and watch her baby like this forever. It was generally more fun lying down and watching her where everything was within reach but… Well there was just something about Willow not knowing she was here that gave it all a degree of innocence. Not that Willow posed or anything, but when she knew she was being watched… she was just a
little different. Distracted. Tara knew that she was the same when being watched by the woman that loved her.
She leaned her head against the door frame and carried on watching Willow at work. There was nothing about her baby that she would think of changing… and yet as Willow changed herself Tara couldn’t think of anything she would change back to how it had been.
Nothing at all.
Even when Willow had cut her hair a little shorter… Tara had thought that she might miss it, but she hadn’t at all. It was… Willow. So there wasn't quite so much hair to run her hands through, well she was
still able to run her hands through it, almost at will, and those last couple of inches made no difference at all. It was Willow.
Just so long as she didn’t shave her head. Then Tara would definitely miss the running of hands. But even then it would
still be Willow. Just with no hair to run her hands through.
Still that wasn’t a problem right now. Willow had a whole load of hair left. Now she could stand here and admire the woman that loved her.
Right now the blue-white light from the PC screen framed Willow, a silhouette tinged with red where the light shone through the edges of that lovely hair. There was no detail in the silhouette… but Tara knew exactly what she was looking at without having to see the details. Her baby in a t-shirt, pretty much
just in a t-shirt, working hard.
Her baby was so beautiful; she was beautiful in any light.
She was beautiful in no light at all.
Why was she working hard though? It was the middle of the night. Tara had to admit though - it
was kind of sexy. Well it was Willow. Sexy and Willow went together like two things that went together really,
really well.
Just like her and Willow did.
And the little ‘sniffley thing’ hadn’t changed a anything between them. It wasn’t even really a blip for them. That was what they called it though – the ‘sniffley thing.’ As the one who had been doing the sniffling Tara knew she should have felt some guilt… as she had at the time. Embarrassment definitely. But somehow… they both knew that it was
them. And that made it all okay.
She smiled as Willow berated herself under her breath. ‘How could I be so… I know this…’
So her baby had got something wrong. Something that had broken her concentration. Well that was no disaster. It might even have its perks. When Willow was no longer focusing so hard Tara didn’t mind interrupting her so much.
She put on her best sexy walk to cross the room towards Willow. This was definitely the best time for a sexy walk and she did think that it was, probably, pretty sexy. But the best time for that sort of thing was definitely when no one was watching her. And no one had told her whether it was
actually sexy or not, but she liked to think of it as sashaying. Sashaying over to Willow. What a sashay technically was Tara wasn't quite sure, but she was pretty sure it was something like what she was doing.
If she decided that she was going to make a habit of though she’d have to look it up.
Sashay - which she stopped as soon as she thought there might be a reflection in the screen. Willow knew that she was there, she could tell by the way that Willow breathed more carefully, twitching her head and smelling her. Tara placed her left hand over Willow’s eyes, the other on her shoulder – baring her collar bone from beneath the covering of the shirt. Stroking that uneven line in one smooth curve. “Guess who?” she asked.
“Errm Tara?” Willow suggested and Tara pulled her hand away.
“Right first time sweetie.” But why the ‘errm?’ She
was the only one here with Willow.
“Well, I was going to say the woman I love, but I thought I had that pretty much covered with ‘Tara,’ you know?” Willow revealed to her.
So that was what was behind the ‘Errm’ Uncertainty didn’t suit either of them. Not about each other anyway. It was so obviously false. They knew precisely what they were to each other.
Completion. Fulfilment. Perfection.
“I would have, you know, accepted that as an answer,” Tara told her.
Willow tipped her head and rubbed her cheek against Tara’s hand. “So did I win a cookie?” she asked, paused and then added, “… or some other prize?”
Willow had eaten the last of the cookies they’d baked that afternoon so… some other prize. “Mmm.” Tara slipped her hand down Willow’s shirt, massaging her gently there until she got a reaction. A physical reaction. Willow was rubbing her cheek against Tara’s forearm just like a cat. The other physical reaction… well Tara was the one rubbing that and as usual it felt both good and full of promise for the future. Their future.
Hopefully the not so distant future though. When it felt that good it was impossible to want anything but
now.And it could feel better than that too. It could
be better than that.
Complete. Fulfilled. Perfect.
“We, mmm oh, we should definitely have more pop quizzes like that,” Willow told her.
Tara could almost hear the appreciative smile in the sounds that Willow, made so she kissed her love’s shoulder and got another little sound to emerge from her. And if that was all that it took… She let her hands do a little more work, before she remembered what had got her from their bed in the first place.
Willow hadn’t been there.
She had woken up and been all alone there and that wasn’t the way that she was supposed to be at that time of the night. They were supposed to be together. More especially now that they knew that they were in love. “It’s late baby,” she said to the woman who was managing to start typing again despite that working hand on and around her breast.
Willow certainly could focus when she had to. Tara wasn’t sure that she could have managed to resist the lure of the touch so successfully if their positions had been reversed. She was looking forward to the next time that they would be reversed too. Variety… and Willow… were the spices of life.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Willow explained, “so I thought I’d do a little… errm browsing.”
They always slept… that was why waking to find Willow wasn’t beside her was so strange. It might even have been what woke her up. Absence of Willow. “And why couldn’t you sleep, sweetie?” she asked.
“Well, aside from the fact that you won’t let me do anything to tire myself out-” Willow started and gave a startled ‘eep’ as Tara pinched her in an increasingly sensitive place, “- I’m just restless thinking about what we were talking about over dinner.”
“School?” Tara asked her. Willow nodded absently as she focused on the screen for a moment. They’d been talking about it for a long time now, trying to find a way around the serious roadblock of Willow being, legally, dead and the fact that the moment she sat these papers and assessments she wasn't going to be anymore. If anyone was looking for them… well the, rare, spending on Tara’s credit card hadn’t tipped them off but the use of Willow’s name in close proximity to that spending just might do.
Even if they believed it was safe, it was stupid to take risks. But was this a risk? Really? Or was it essential? Wasn't this what they were going to have to do to make things right for the rest of their lives?
They hadn’t just been wrestling with the
how over dinner, they had also been wondering about whether they should.
“I want to join you in educational certification – not be the village idiot,” Willow said.
The red haired woman minimized what she had been looking at and brought up something that Tara recognised rather more easily. That first screen had been something computerish with lots of streaming numbers… still probably studies though. Probably. Like Computer Science. Beyond anything that Jenny had taught her in their classes – but if Willow had an academic strength it was definitely the computer thing – even if she had been out of the game for a while.
She’d already demonstrated to Tara that she
could do just about anything. Willow had accessed the power company records to make sure that no one else had been checking on the use of the credit card to pay that. It had been all clear.
And that was where she’d seen the streaming numbers before. So Willow was hacking something, but they’d already agreed that they would never cheat or steal like that. She trusted Willow – absolutely – so whatever she was doing was just an exercise, or something that would help them and wouldn’t hurt anyone else.
“Sweetie, we don’t even live in a village,” Tara told her and received a playful slap on the arm in response. “You could never be the idiot anyway, you’re way past me and my ‘certification.’ You’ll easily be able to pass your courses… when you get to be examined and your SATs. Every college will be begging you to come to them. And we already decided… it should be safe enough. No one seems to be after us and if they are… we’ll get through that. Together. In fact,” Tara removed her hand from Willow’s t-shirt and reached for the mouse as she supported herself with the other hand, “tell me that isn’t college stuff?”
There was always the question of paying for it… but… Willow could do this.
“You could do this,” Willow sighed as the hand slipped away and then replied - obviously not wanting to appear too far ahead, “and yes… it is college stuff but only the introductory courses.”
Tara stayed silent as she scrolled back to the top of the page and saw the section headings. Willow seemed to have hacked into online course material. Again. They’d been through this before… Tara wasn’t convinced that this wasn't stealing, but then she also had to agree with Willow – knowledge should be out there. And Willow needed this.
It didn’t worry her. Besides Willow had promised to write down everything she was using to reimburse the provider later in their lives. When they could afford it. That would do. Because she was right, there were some things that should be freely available.
“From year two I admit. I’m still behind though – compared to where I should have been by now,” Willow told her.
By a matter of a few months. At the rate Willow was going… Not for long. “Cos of how you died and spent four years, more than that really, out of the loop but got yourself through the high school courses you missed and into second year college course material in just a few months?” Tara asked her. “I’ll write you a note sweetie,” Her hand had slipped back in through the neck of the t-shirt, but it was at rest in there. Comforting rather than caressing now.
“I’m a nerd,” Willow told her.
“And proud of it,” Tara suggested, knowing that the nerd was so much better than anything else that Willow had been once, but was the least of her talents and capacities now.
“Darn tootin! And with a stretched t-shirt. The collar will be ruined.”
“So that,” Tara asked her she caressed the soft underside of Willow’s breast, “makes me a nerd’s girlfriend? A nerdette?” She ignored the t-shirt jibe. If Willow had given a hoot she would have stopped her and compared to hands… hands in interesting places a stretched collar was nothing.
Willow never stopped her. She stopped Willow.
“I like that,” Willow told her as she cupped the weight and ran her thumb over the nipple.
“This?” Tara guessed, stroking more firmly and coming around, up, the curve once more.
“No… and yes I like it, but that’s not what I meant,” Willow told her, breathing her way more snugly into that hand.
“Nerdette?” Tara guessed again pretty sure she knew what the answer was going to be if that was wrong with that one.
“Girlfriend,” Willow told her turning away from the screen to kiss Tara’s arm.
She’d been right too.
Willow took her arm where she’d kissed it and gently pulled Tara’s hand from inside the shirt, then used the grip to bring Tara around her. It took hardly any tempting at all to accomplish that and soon Tara was sitting in her lap, arm around her neck with her legs at right angles over Willow’s.
Her hand stroked Willow’s ear. So Willow liked what she heard did she? “You like ‘girlfriend’ then?”
“Yeah, I like,” Willow affirmed.
“Do you like… partner?” Tara asked her.
“I like partner,” Willow told her, slipping her own hand up into a shirt as the desk chair slowly sank under their combined weight. They would have to get a better chair if they were going to make a habit of this - one that would keep them at the level that were accustomed to.
Willow showed her how much she liked ‘partner.’
“Mmm,” Tara moaned as Willow caressed her. “Mmmm Baby…”
“Girlfriend is better, but I like baby too,” Willow responded so Tara kissed her. What else was there to do?
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“You like honey?” Tara asked her a minute or two later. Minutes that had been filled with touching, stroking and kissing.
Willow smiled. “Only when it’s as sweet as you are baby.” That was a loaded statement, of course, being as she hadn’t got to… well Tara’s ‘honey’ had been so tantalisingly close and then it hadn’t been anymore when the sniffles had come.
“That’s kind of corny,” Tara told her but the little smirk told Willow that she hadn’t missed it either – even if that wasn't what they was talking about now. Terms of endearment. They would always return to the old favourites wouldn’t they?
“I don’t like corn,” Willow said. Tara knew that. They’d had the whole corn thing out over dinner a few months ago. It made her shiver, and not in a good way like Tara did.
“I know… I know you so well,” Tara was looking into her eyes as she said that to her. As if she was waiting for Willow to surprise her and tell her that she didn’t.
To say that Willow would have had to lie. “Yes you do baby.”
And there was that good shiver. Not that Tara was doing anything to her… it was just from doing something to Tara. She could get the shiver from doing rather than being done? Wow… now there was something to build on and get to enjoy a whole lot more in the future. All she had done was put her hand on Tara’s knee. All she had done was started to circle there, to tickle her girl. Stroking in a generally upward direction. When Tara shivered… so had she.
“I think, you know,” Tara started nervously, “That y-you’re going to like ‘lover’ a lot too.”
Willow kissed her. And she kept kissing her. What else was there to do to respond to something like that? Such a promise? Oh god… lovers in love. When? “I think you’re right,” Willow admitted finally. “But not now though?” She had to check. It didn’t sound much like an invitation – more of an observation. It sounded like a promise for another time.
“No not now.”
They were that close. Hands were there. Warmth was there. Scent was there. Excitement was there, at least on Willow’s part. They were a few strands of cotton away from just that.
A few strands of cotton and a reticence to spoil anything now that they were so close to each other.
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When Willow had kissed her… oh… she could have then. She really could. Nothing was wrong. Nothing. It had been a few days since… well since they had been there before and she had stopped them because she was just so damn happy. Too happy right then to bear anything else without breaking down and rejoicing with tears.
She was still that happy… she was still overwhelmed by the love that was for and from Willow. And right now, if things had progressed just now, then Tara wasn’t sure that she might not have been overcome again. Things… things were complicated by just how perfect and wonderful they all were.
Willow was hers.
She was Willow’s.
After all that they’d been through… Everything that they had done.
The Goddess knew it didn’t get any better than that. Except, of course, that it did…. Or it would. When they could. When she could. And when Willow kissed her she really did think that she could. She could have exalted in it. She really, really could.
But… here, now… it wouldn’t have been as special as the moment deserved.
No. That wasn’t right. It would have been special. Where and whenever would have been special… she just,
they just wanted it to be
more special. Could it more special than it would be? And now who was planning things? She had gently chided Willow for trying to plan out the consummation of their love and now she was doing something similar.
That made her smile.
Willow made her smile too though so the other smile probably got a little lost in all of that smiling.
She had no big plan. She just had Willow and an ever-increasing desire for her love to become her lover too. Which was hardly surprising if that hand on her breast was going to stay where it was. Doing what it was to her. Still if it had gone down instead of up then… and
wow the other hand was there touching her there too... But if they did… the deed… now then it would be ended by sleep because it was so late.
Falling asleep with Willow was heaven, but she did it every night. When Willow
took her to heaven she wanted it to end by not ending. She wanted more to follow it. She wanted to lie and hold Willow. Not to fall asleep with her. She wanted it to go on and on… and on. When they decided – or just knew – that the time was right then she hoped that it would.
“You finished here?” She asked Willow, twisting into the way of her view of the screen, as her love’s fingers caressed her breasts and fluttered over the cotton between her legs. It was tempting to encourage her not to be finished at all… maybe they could find a little fun when they got back to bed.
Or why wait for that?
“No,” Willow replied and bobbed her head forward into Tara’s chest, pressing her face into her breasts through the t-shirt that she was wearing.
Tara wasn’t sure where Willow had got the ‘Naughty Girl’ t-shirt for her… but right now she was feeling a bit that way. Willow could probably tell… one way or another.
“Bff I cod be,” Willow continued, muffled as she nuzzled Tara there and her fingers nuzzled elsewhere.
All Tara could think to do was to stoke her hair and let Willow have her moment. Let Willow’s hands have their way. This wasn’t the place to play, but Willow was making a pretty fine job of it anyway. Then she realised that Willow was stroking her hair too. Just in a different place. How had she got from fluttering... outside… to stroking?
Oh… my sneaky girl. My lovely sneaky girl. You know me so well… how do you know that though?Willow went on for a few more minutes and never overstepped the very considerable bounds she’d already reached, and Tara couldn’t say that respecting those didn’t disappoint her – physically at least. But it was the right thing for them… desire didn’t mean that they couldn’t respect those bounds for just a little longer though did it?
“Wanna snuggle till we fall asleep?” Willow asked her and Tara managed just one word before those lips closed over hers again.
“Definitely.”
“You know,” Willow whispered as they found the bed and lay beside each other, “I think I can see the Big Triangle.”
“Sweetie, the curtains are closed and it’s cloudy.”
“Who was looking out the window?” Willow said and traced out the pattern for her. Maybe there was a way of finding patterns without the stars.
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If I want a little pussy, I got my own to play with.
Chance in
Chance.------------------------
by fudgie9 » Sun Oct 13, 2002 5:30 am 
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Edited by: VampNo12 
at: 10/13/02 1:05:32 pm
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What will I do with myself when the month is through?
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! Between Tara simply gazing at her love noticing superficial "changes" (ie her hair cut shorter), but noting it doesn't "change" the simple fact "It was Willow."/"perfection", W&T discussing the "terms of endearments" for each other, the lines "Completion. Fulfillment. Perfection.", as well as knowing the touching could lead to being able truly label each other "lover", but Tara thinking, ("Falling asleep with Willow was heaven, but she did it every night. When Willow took her to heaven she wanted it to end by not ending. She wanted more to follow it. She wanted to lie and hold Willow. Not to fall asleep with her. She wanted it to go on and on... and on."), was just a wonderful way to convey the strength of their connection (as well as making their emotions/feelings so palpable to me).
