Don't mind at all Zahir... Thanks...*S*
Part 41 below Kittens. Beta and other reactions to this... disturbing. It starts out all nice... it gets... sexy and... then it is very disturbing. I trust you will see the reasons and actually you are a pretty devoted bunch so I figure you will understand this.
What you see though... might not be the whole truth. Remember when everyone thought Willow was going "soft"? Always in motion is the future...*S*
HAve at it then!
Katharyn
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Title:
The Sidestep Chronicle – Playing Games (Part 41)
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: A necessary scene and one that is… less than necessary.
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: Okay this one is tricky. The whole VW/T scene was a late addition. That should tell you something. It has been substantially redrafted. That should tell you something else. Take care with this… I think it does say what I want it to now… but do not pin everything on that being the case. Sometimes I just screw up. This was supposed to be a reminder… maybe it was a reminder too far. But also bear in mind how VW/T move from story to story… forwards and back. Remember how everyone was raving about how close they were in part 38 or so.
Also the people who have seen this… they were all disturbed by it (which as I keep saying is essential) but in different ways. What you see in this… might not be the only thing.
Thanks To: Mariacomet…. Who was the first to spot one of the “potential” effects of this part. Inspiring? Who you? Jo… who did the beta, as always wonderfully and got me to think about this some more. You are right hun… I always said implied and compared to what I had in mind… this is. But you are right. Kerry… who never saw this one. Fresh part for you hun. Xita… for the whole Pens thing more thanks on the way, once you give me specs*S* Louise… as ever J’adore.
The Sidestep Chronicle
Playing Games
By
Katharyn Rosser
“You know Lilah, we really do have to thank you,” the Mayor told her virtually as soon she stepped into his office.
“We?” Lilah enquired.
“W-we,” Tara replied shutting the door behind Lilah and giving her a wave and a smile as the lawyer turned around. It had been a couple of weeks since Lilah had left Sunnydale. A productive period for all concerned. She had already seen the reports.
And, for Lilah at least, it was a period filled with other considerations. More information that the Mayor should know. Things that Tara perhaps should not… for her own safety and well being – something that was increasingly on Lilah’s mind the more and more she saw – or rather heard and read – of the relationship with the vampire.
“Yep, things are going just great – have a seat,” he offered as Tara pulled up another chair.
“Thanks,” Lilah sat down and crossed her legs. She started to open up her case then finally asked, “Remind me, if you would, what did I do?” She didn’t feel silly asking for clarification – after all she had done quite a bit for him. More was on the way.
The Mayor chuckled before he told her. “You told us about that Slayer that seems to have come to town… and my Tara here has struck up quite a productive relationship with her, haven’t you?”
Tara nodded, and Lilah found herself looking over at the younger woman, wondering just what the Mayor meant by that. What might be behind the nod… absolutely nothing of course. Tara Maclay… she belonged to the vampire Willow. And vice-versa. What sort of ‘friend’ was she if she heard the word ‘relationship’ and immediately assumed the worst… or the best depending on the point of view. No. Willow at least was a known quantity and fit within the prophecy. The Slayer would have been a big spanner in the works.
Though Tara would never know it Lilah sent her a silent apology. It was pretty much the only sort of apology that she ever meant. Apologies were weakness just like friendship and love. Besides Tara was so very definitely Willow’s. She had listened to their passion often enough. But was that all it was? Just passion? Was there something really genuinely deeper there? Could there be?
And why in all the hells did she even care? That was the next thought to cross Lilah’s mind. There was the project to consider of course – the whole reason behind these wasteful trips to Sunnydale. Wasteful because she had yet to find out why her own presence was so essential here. Tara and Willow seemed to be doing just fine by themselves – and had been before she had even turned up. That was all that was required as far as she was aware. For fate to take its course.
Holland knew that, the Mayor knew that, Lilah knew that. So what was she still doing here? Monitoring perhaps – more closely than her own teams ever could. And sort of having a good time whilst she was at it. The young witch was good company – in a quiet unassuming sort of way – and Sunnydale, in spite of everything was actually a nice place to be. In the daytime at least. And increasingly so by night.
It was just professional concern then? When the Mayor had mentioned a relationship with the Slayer? Yeah… she looked at Tara again, and the young woman smiled back at her, what else could there be? If the word came she would sacrifice Tara in a in second… wouldn’t she? Not that it was ever likely to as Tara and Willow were designated Players. That meant that she, herself, was infinitely more expendable than either of them.
“Good,” Lilah said. “Good.” She repeated it. What variables might the Slayer bring into this project though? What effect might that other young woman have? The Slayer and Tara – their missions were the same… to kill vampires. But in Tara that was a key – a key to the future that Lilah very much wanted her to help shape.
A bigger future.
And a safer one for Tara maybe.
With Wolfram and Hart – under her guidance Tara could become more than just a valuable employee, she could become a real Player. More than just the innocent bystander that the prophecies fulfilment in this manner suggested. Maybe Willow too… but that, to Lilah at least, was not at all essential. If she never saw Willow it would be too soon. Tara was a close enough link to the vampire.
As a part of the firm Tara could apply her talents to the big picture… not just some small town vengeance trip where one day she might be killed, perhaps by her own lover. That possibility bothered Lilah far more than she cared for. Tara was not taking her life in her hands… she was placing it some one else’s hands. Every single night. The fear of something happening was not just the fear that the project should have merited – even one that had run this long and was, seemingly, so close to fruition.
The Slayer could get Tara killed too… the Slayer might even kill the vampire lover. The latter possibility didn’t bother Lilah that much at all… and if necessary she could have Willow brought back… again. “Good,” she said again. Anything was possible and there were contingencies. Lesson number five… ‘Always leave yourself a way out.’
Tara frowned a little, wondering what was wrong with the normally eloquent lawyer.
“Sorry, long night last night – not a lot of sleep,” Lilah explained.
“M-me too,” Tara told her.
“Oh yeah?” Lilah raised her eyebrow with a tiny smile, guessing at what might have kept Tara from sleep.
“N-not like… hunting. Long night hunting,” Tara said, blushing as she did so.
The most bizarre thought entered Lilah’s head…
She is strangely likeable when she’s embarrassed. But it was true. “So you and Faith have been hunting together?” she asked Tara.
“Yes they have – and very productively I must say,” the Mayor interrupted Tara’s reply. “And I will admit I had some reservations about Tara working with the Slayer – but she was insistent that it could work.”
“I-I just thought…” Tara words trailed off at his gesture.
“You just had a great insight, my dear – and it has paid off handsomely.” He turned to Lilah again. “Between your information, Lilah, and my Tara the centre of Sunnydale is almost safe enough to walk through at night.”
“B-but you shouldn’t,” Tara told Lilah. “Alone… I mean. I should be with you if you want to go out.” That would obviously be too dangerous… still way too dangerous.
Lilah wanted to consider that an invitation, but knew that it wasn't. That wasn’t who Tara was… “I won’t take a step after the sun goes down. Not until you tell me that I can. I’ll look forward to it Tara”
“We all will… I’m thinking of having a big night-time fair for when a certain vampire king has been rooted out of his nest. Maybe even a circus?” he looked at them asking for their opinions.
Circus? Lilah didn’t quite see that somehow, but she had never been a circus kind of girl. And mimes… uggh. Did they have mimes at circuses?
“W-will there be horses?” Tara asked.
“I don’t see why not, if you can give me Sunnydale after dark, you and your friend the Slayer, then I’ll buy you your own horse,” he promised.
Lilah watched as Tara’s face fell, before she recovered. He would have missed it, noting down something on his pad about his idea, but something he had said had bothered the young woman. Of course… the reports mentioned that she had lived on a farm, she must have had a horse.
Which she had had to leave behind… what else has she had to leave behind? Family…
What else, Lilah wondered, might she leave behind if she had to? Willow?
Willow was just the key to Tara; it was Tara who was the key to the prophecy itself. Had Willow inserted and turned that key yet? Was she still even necessary? She would have to puzzle that out.
It would do her a power of good to see that vampire gone. Maybe even more good to arrange it herself. It would be something to think about on the flight back to LA. Not staying here this time. Too much to do. Too much to arrange. Information had come to light that threatened to endanger this entire project.
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Tara was a little surprised that Willow had not followed her into the shower. It always appealed to the vampire’s senses. Something about the steam rising bearing her Kitten’s scent, right up into her brain. ‘Like a finger,’ Willow had said and Tara really didn’t want to think about how Willow had found that out.
The steam, the scent and the touching. Willow liked the slippery sensations. Tara couldn’t argue with that. No sir not at all. And for Tara… the heat. The heat was soothing. The pummelling of the water cleansed her whilst Willow got her all dirty and tainted again. And the heat warmed the vampire.
But Willow had stayed away this time. It wasn’t like they always showered together. It wasn’t like that even when they did playtime followed – though Willow loved to follow her in there after she had been out for a run.
But this time Tara had told her she was going to have the shower. She had as good as hinted. And Willow had never ignored hints. To Willow hints were temptation and the vampire loved temptation. Tara had wanted to tempt her… But this time Willow
had, virtually, ignored her. The bathroom door had been left ajar… and the sound would have carried too. Willow knew precisely where she was. What she was doing and how… naked… she was.
Willow liked naked Kitten.
And the vampire’s Kitten liked naked Willow. To be naked for Willow too. Naked, all things considered, was a good thing. Nothing hidden. No secrets… on the outside at least.
But Willow hadn’t joined her. Tara towelled off her long hair carefully. She had to get it as dry as she could. It was nearly time to head out and hunt. Nearly.
You’ll get a chill Tara if you aren’t dry. Yes sir I will. I’ll make sure that I am.
That was why she was drying her hair so thoroughly and carefully… the last vestiges of that filthy cold had just cleared. She didn’t want to be sick again. It wasn’t fair to the people of Sunnydale. It wasn’t fair now to Faith either.
And Willow would hate it if she got all ‘oogy’ again.
Wrapped in her towel she left the bathroom and padded into the living area where Willow was reclining on the sofa. She looked, for the entire world, as if she had just hidden something in her hand behind her back. Miss Kitty was perched on the back of the couch, looking intently at the hand that Willow had so casually placed out of sight. Hidden behind her thigh.
What was she hiding?
Tara didn’t ask. She was in no position to talk about secrets. Of all the people in the world… Willow was the only one she could possibly tell. And yet she hadn’t.
Tick-Tock Tara. Tick-Tock. Yes sir.
She hadn’t yet. One day she would. A day that was drawing closer and closer, the day when her choice in the matter ran out. Willow was the one person who had to know. The one… demon.
She smiled at the reclining vampire and saw Willow’s eyes sweep over her and a look pass through them. Was that regret? Had Willow truly not got what she had been doing? If so… what had she been doing instead? Tara was wrapped in a towel, rubbing her hair with another, but under the intensity of Willow’s gaze she may as well have been absolutely naked.
But the vampire didn’t get up to follow her to the bedroom either.
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So the Kitten had been showering. Willow sighed as Tara headed for the bedroom. She wanted to play… she wanted to go in there and touch the towel to feel it fall around their feet and then to explore still damp skin… damp was good. Not as good as wet but still good.
But… there was something else holding her attention.
And Miss Kitty’s.
She turned her attention back to the cat as Tara left the room. At the same moment the little cat met her eyes and something passed between them. The cat wanted what she had. She wanted what the cat had. There was a bargain to be struck between the rivals.
Willow brought out her hand and Miss Kitty seemed victorious. There was fun to be had yet though. They could both feel it. There was the predator within to satisfy.
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Willow liked the bedroom door open, so Tara left it that way. Willow loved to be able to watch… and strangely sometimes Tara felt that was necessary to reassure Willow. Against what fear she could not imagine… it was just how Willow struck her in the unguarded moments. So when Tara dropped the towel she didn’t need to look to know that Willow was watching her.
Except, as Tara turned to pick out and then put on her underwear, Willow wasn’t. She could see that the vampire was sat up on the couch, focusing somewhere on the floor instead. On something that was out of Tara’s sight.
What was it? No way to tell without deliberately going and looking and it was possible that this was another of Willow’s games. She might be trying to tempt her Kitten into looking.
Tara wasn’t going to bite. Instead she fastened her bra then went to the wardrobe, picked out a pair of jeans, and pulled them on. Willow could be playing a game… or she might be have something else to focus on.
For some strange reason that bothered Tara. For months now the vampire had been focused on just two things. Hunting and her Kitten. She had hunted and then she had come back to Tara. Just to her Kitten.
Could Willow be getting bored of her?
She knew all about Willow being bored… Was it that she wasn’t enough to relieve that anymore? Please no…
She really hoped that Willow was just playing with her again. She’d gotten used to being the focus of the vampire’s attention. Accepted it. Revelled in it. And she was already missing it at the thought that focus might be diluted. Not that there was anything she could think of in the living area that Willow could find particularly exciting. She didn’t even like the TV. That was just boring too.
Tara picked up her shoes, tucked in her t-shirt and went back to the door, to see what Willow was doing. What she saw convinced her that she was not Willow’s only Kitten.
Funnily enough though she didn’t mind that so much as she watched the vampire teasing Miss Kitty Fantastico. It made Willow more… well just more.
She had a piece of string in her hand… a long piece of string and was moving it around, taunting the little cat with the movement and watching as Miss Kitty swiped at it. Perhaps only a vampire, with super-human reflexes, could so consistently defeat the speed of the feline. Miss Kitty hardly ever came close to hooking and catching the string.
Tara had warned Willow about leaving string around, not that – until now – she had ever dreamed of Willow having any. It was dangerous for little cats, if they swallowed it. But string for teasing was okay… Tara had used it herself. Driven Miss Kitty wild and Willow had declared she was bored within a few minutes of that starting.
Of course she had been bored… it hadn’t been her driving Miss Kitty wild which was the point as far as Willow was concerned. Being active and in control.
Now, when she
was in control, the vampire had a big smile on her face. A big, vicious, smile. The sort of smile that Willow got when she approved of something. Because usually the vampire only approved when she was winning whatever game she was playing. Even if that game was just life.
Life… not quite life.
Something cooler and paler that just resembled life.
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The little hunter was gaining in strength and guile. Willow had been quietly playing this game with Miss Kitty for weeks. Approving of how the cat’s reactions were rising to the challenge. She was really having to try now to outwit the feline.
It was like a mirror.
Miss Kitty Fantastico and Willow shared a curious relationship. Willow could swear that the cat knew exactly what she was. Exactly what she had intended to do with her that night the cat had been picked up and brought here… and that Willow would never be able to do that as long as there was still Tara between them.
Tara was the one who stroked the little cat. The Kitten playing with the cat… even if the cat was growing up faster than the Kitten. But the Kitten’s time would come too. Tara was the one who fed Miss Kitty. Tara was the one that the cat usually rubbed up against.
Willow didn’t mind that. She liked to rub up against the Kitten’s leg too… or to have that leg rub against her. She could understand the attraction… and the Kitten’s scent. Mmmmn.
The cat had tolerated her most of the time. And Willow had tolerated Miss Kitty.
And whilst Tara was out during the hurtful daytime a curious thing had happened. Willow and Miss Kitty seemed to have both found that they were bored and that they could relieve that for each other.
Not that Miss Kitty would ever dream of rubbing up against Willow.
Not that Willow would ever dream of stroking the cat… even if Miss Kitty would let her… but they had found each other. And the games had commenced.
Miss Kitty was a fierce predator. Or at least she wanted to be. Her instincts screamed at her – despite Tara, like most humans, wanting to keep her cuddlesome and dependant. It was the way that she moved, the way she watched… the way that she
wanted to hunt that she admired. It reminded Willow a whole lot of herself. Okay so the cat was a little smaller… but she had it in her to be vicious, hurtful and a killer.
Willow liked that.
The niceness they could each do without, saving it up until they were, respectively, playing with the Kitten.
The cat’s natural instinct was to hunt and her exuberant play was showing just that. Before she had played by pouncing on toys the Kitten had provided for her. But Willow had thought that was just inadequate – and cruelly denying Miss Kitty’s nature. So she had started her own games – overcoming her dislike of the feline. Just enough.
And Miss Kitty had overcome her dislike of Willow. Just enough.
They met in the middle on neutral ground. With the play. Miss Kitty and Willow both loved to play.
Of course it wouldn’t do to let Tara see that. But she’d never been able to impress that on the cat. Miss Kitty would insist on maximum comfort at all times… and that had sometime meant falling asleep on Willow after their games. She had considered throwing the cat against the wall… but Tara wouldn’t like it and the playtime with the cat would stop. Maybe all playtime. Tara loved her little cat.
Willow could just imagine the loss of playtime privileges.
Besides as Miss Kitty grew there was a vague air of malice building into something that wasn’t so vague. Willow just felt it. The cat would always get her revenge for anything that Willow did to her. Willow knew that for an absolute fact. So whilst they didn’t have to play
nice, they did have to play.
Besides it passed the time and prevented boredom during the day.
The Kitten would take it all wrong though. Willow often saw that in the Kitten. She took things as a sign that Willow was… changing. Getting better perhaps. Hello? Still a demon here?
She was changing. She had changed. And it was because of the Kitten, but she still had her needs and desires outside of play and fun. There was more to life than play… there was hunting. There was death. There was power and control.
Even if those were all a bit less significant than they had been before. Like Miss Kitty and her hunting practice it was instinctive to Willow.
Tara would think that she was getting soft. She would think that if she just kept at it then Willow would… She would hope that her Willow was becoming more human… It was a good job that she was getting dressed and not… standing in the doorway watching her jerk that string around as Miss Kitty went mad with frustrated ambition.
Willow looked up from the bare feet that she had just seen. Even in her humiliation she could appreciate the sight of her Kitten and that slightly too tight t-shirt. Yum…
She stopped her movements with the string, watching the Kitten’s reaction. It was just as she feared. Tara was amused. She wasn’t seeing the big picture in the scene. Not seeing what Willow was really doing. What she really was. More and more the Kitten was seeing what she wanted Willow to be.
And that was bad.
Because one day the Kitten was going to be disappointed and Willow didn’t want that.
Yes Tara knew that she was killing to feed. She knew it all… It was just a feeling that Willow had. But that feeling wasn’t half as bad as having being watched with the cat at all.
What about her image as a bloodthirsty killer?
Okay so she was teaching the cat how to hunt. How to be more vicious than any house cat had a right to be… but all the Kitten would have seen was her Willow playing with a little bundle of fur that she adored.
And had thanked Willow for bringing…
Willow had brought the cat as a snack and just taken the opportunity to take advantage of Tara’s gratitude when the ‘gift’ had been discovered. The gratitude had been fun.
But…
Everything that she did was taken the wrong way and evil as she was, Willow was not looking forward to the Kitten eventually realising that. Even if she should have enjoyed that prospect
lots.
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After realising that she was being watched Willow had let go of the piece of string, letting it drop on to the couch beside her. As it stopped moving Miss Kitty pounced, only to be collected by Tara’s crooked hand under her stomach and lifted up into the air.
Not a happy Miss Kitty at all.
For a few moments the cat struggled, then succumbed to the alternative lure of Tara’s fingers moving over and through her fur, playing under her chin and teasing around her ear as she held the cat to her.
She looked from Miss Kitty to Willow, thinking how the vampire also liked to be stroked in that way… and others. But Willow wasn’t meeting her eyes. It was almost as if she was ashamed of having being caught out with Miss Kitty – whom she had always made such a show of hating.
Perhaps she did… but Willow also valued play… almost any sort of fun over other considerations. Even food. Which was why they were still here together. Why Willow had been able to overcome her demonic inclination to feed.
“Kitten?” Willow finally asked. ‘What do you want?’ was the implied question.
“Having fun?” Tara asked her, curious as to just what Willow would admit to… or what her excuse would be. Not that there would be any lies. But there might still be excuses. And Tara wondered what it would be like to tease Willow, in a different way to the usual, just a little.
“Bored.”
Aaah the big one. The one that Willow seemed to think excused everything. As a vampire she had eternity and couldn’t be bored for one minute more than she had to be.
“You didn’t look bored,” Tara observed, smiling and switching her attention between Miss Kitty and Willow. And back.
“Was.” Willow looked up as she said that, eyes leaving the string. Miss Kitty’s – despite the attention that Tara was paying to her – never had.
“I think…” Tara wondered if she should really even say it, but if she couldn’t say what she wanted to Willow… then to whom could she? “I think that you were playing with her.” Tara turned the cat to her, staring into those slit feline pupils. “Wasn’t she Miss Kitty?”
The cat didn’t reply.
Nor did Willow.
“I think that you two like each other… no, you
love each other” Tara continued in a mock taunt. She hadn’t planned it but she wondered how the word would sit with Willow… wondered if she could even say it to Willow. If it was even true? She didn’t have to wonder for long. With next to no warning she found herself pulled down onto the couch, with Willow swinging herself up, over and on top of her. There was straddling but this wasn’t play that was happening. Just for an instant Tara could have sworn that the demon was revealed, or part revealed, flaring up. And her first thought was to shield Miss Kitty from its wrath.
Because anything that happened to her she deserved anyway. Yes sir she did.
Miss Kitty didn’t though. Miss Kitty was just another innocent… and Tara was well aware of Willow’s feelings for innocents. She didn’t have any feelings for them at all. Beyond hunger.
As that evil visage passed over Willow’s face Tara knew that she had pushed Willow too far. She had teased. She had questioned the vampire’s nature. She had suggested something that surely could never be true… And if Miss Kitty loved Willow then the feeling could never be reciprocated. Willow was a demon. She couldn’t love.
Willow surely couldn’t love. Could she?
And then the demon was gone… or at least not so obvious.
In the corner of her mind Tara was aware of what Miss Kitty was looking at. The string… but then she felt the cat’s tiny rough tongue scrape over the end of her nose and the moment had truly passed. Willow’s expression softened a little leaving her beneath the vampire, a cat in her arms. A cat that so wanted to be elsewhere. With the string.
The moving string. Tara saw the movement but it didn’t really register at all. She was fixated, as usual, on Willow.
“That wasn’t love.” Willow said firmly.
Tara didn’t debate it.
“It was play,” the vampire admitted, taking Tara aback for a moment as Miss Kitty grew more and more frantic to be away from her. Claws scraped at her bare arms. Tara didn’t even notice the pain; she was still caught up in Willow’s reaction. That the demon, the beast had been there. If only briefly. It had been weeks and weeks since she had seen the demon. Willow had grown tired of showing it to her… instead the vampire’s barbs had become subtler, more insidious.
More effective in their way.
And just when she thought that the beast was further away. There it was at the surface anyway.
Was it the beast that made this Willow what she was? Or was it the memory of another Willow?
Which was it that was running hands over her? Which was it that was pulling her T-shirt from her jeans and pushing a hand over her stomach? Which was it that was pushing back the t-shirt… up and up… slipping fingers within the confines of her bra and shoving that up and aside… and was unfastening her jeans to tease at her lower belly?
Tara really had no idea… She might hope for one, but if it was the other? Would she even care… just so long as Willow was with her? She so wanted Willow with her…
She let Miss Kitty go… things were about to get too close to allow room for the cat between them.
She turned her head to watch her go, as the hands continued to move over her body, teasing, caressing, squeezing and pinching deliciously. Pulling and pushing clothing aside. Tara should have known that dressing was unnecessary. The cat landed gracefully and went straight over to the string, slapping a paw down upon the end of it. It was still twitching.
Willow started to lick at her skin… all over.
Miss Kitty started to reel in the string. She was a clever little kitty…
Willow… oh Willow. Which Willow are you?She still didn’t look at the vampire as Miss Kitty brought the end of the string into view. Tied to the tail of a small, already bloodied mouse. “Oh Willow, why?”
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Willow heard the question and stopped her lick of the Kitten’s cheek. She had been about to start the kissing and the Kitten had to go and ask a question. What was she on about now?
She laid her cheek upon Tara’s looking in the same direction at Miss Kitty and her little plaything. That cat was about to make the kill… or at least begin her own teasing.
Willow intended to tease Tara in their own way.
But the question was already out there and the Kitten always deserved an answer.
“Because she’s a hunter Kitten.”
Tara didn’t look back. She didn’t say anything but Willow knew that her Kitten just didn’t get it. “She’s a hunter. Just like you. And you were trying to keep her all cuddly and fluffy…”
Willow actually thought better of adding ‘just like you are me.’ This had been looking like a promising playtime, not something to be interrupted by the Kitten’s denials or more talk. Talk had its place, but this was the time for real fun. Willow had decided and that made it so… unless the Kitten got all strong on her… mmmmn.
“We’re all hunters,” Tara mused.
Almost… some had more growing up to do than others. But Willow thought that she might have got it. She allowed her entire body to rest against the Kitten’s their cheeks together as they watched the cat reel in the last part of the string. The mouse was already as good as gone. Tara could not have done anything for it if she had tried to stop this now. Which was probably why she didn’t. Miss Kitty was getting better and better… she had not missed as often when Willow had been jerking the struggling rodent around.
It was increasingly frantic on the end of the string, Willow wondered if the mouse could shed its tail… to escape. It was the only way to avoid its fate now. It would have to suffer to save itself. Hurt itself to save itself. Because there was no way that the mouse could oppose the hunter.
Miss Kitty took a swipe at it and Willow slipped a hand into Tara’s already unfastened jeans.
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Tara watched Miss Kitty reveal her true nature as Willow groped at her. Groped was such an ugly way to think of it… tormented maybe. Delightfully teased… Played… showed her affection and her passion.
Miss Kitty was tormenting the mouse. The paw had struck the mouse and knocked it sideways. But Miss Kitty wasn’t even trying to hurt it yet. She was too busy having her fun. The mouse was on a leash of sorts. It couldn’t get away from the hunter.
Not without…
Tara gasped as the Miss Kitty struck again. This time her claws were out… and they penetrated. Willow was tormenting her desire. Building the tension, waiting for Tara to ask for… completion.
Then Miss Kitty let the string go. Willow sat up over Tara… their bodies parting but for the hands…
Miss Kitty had let the mouse go… but only to prolong the fun. Tara looked up at Willow and she knew what desire was… once more.
Willow pulled off her top, her body springing free of the constraining material revealing her cool pale flesh. Then she undid her trousers just enough to reveal the nudity beneath them and make things easier…
And there went Miss Kitty, round the back of the couch, out of sight. Tara looked back to Willow, all… all of Willow above her. Willow smiled and though she was not in vamp face Tara could imagine the teeth… as needle sharp as Miss Kitty’s. She knew that they were there… and weren’t. Which Willow was it? Did it even matter?
She felt for… and desired them both.
She could hear scrabbling behind the couch as Willow pulled at her jeans. With Miss Kitty hidden now Tara could focus on Willow… as she loved to do.
And then there was the faintest squeak and a terrible, soft, crack as finally Miss Kitty took the mouse in her mouth.
Willow liked her Kitten.
And her Kitten liked Willow. Whichever Willow.
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by Katharyn » Sun May 19, 2002 11:19 am 
But what I really liked about it was the way that they're still defining boundaries - each is very sure what they will/won't do for the other - but they're not sure of each other yet, not completely. And, again 'of course', I really >really< liked the TaraThoughts regarding evil people being the only ones who didn't lie to her. Heh.
at: 5/20/02 3:36:22 pm