Smut Bunnies! (complete!)

[wimpy0729]

Hey C,



Bunnies, bunnies, everywhere I look I see bunnies!! Seems we're reproducing rapidly. I better get Whipped Wicked...I mean Agent Whipped and Agent Wicked, and get busy making more Bunny outfits. Whew!! This is hard work, but I really love working with all the leather.



Hmmm...seems my mind is a bit jumbled after that update for some reason, but I agree with Cam about picturing Oz as Scott Evil. LOL. Glad Willow admitted to Tara about being unfulfilled with him. I'm thinking Tara's dream is a good indication of just how fulfilled Willow could be with her.



And I must just say, how convenient Willow happened to be sleeping in panties and Tara in her boxers. And also how handy it is to be riding secluded up by the cockpit. Seems there should be a better name for that place now. How about the Kitty Pit or maybe the Bunny Pit???



Amazing job C. Now I'm off to have some pleasant dreams of my own. Just hope I don't go talking in my sleep too.



Wimpy Bunny

[DreamsToDream]

OMFG! That Was Amazing! Lucky Willow Having A Hottie Have Naughty Sex Dreams About Her Damn!

Awesome!



Agent Dream Bunny Awaits Patiently For The Next Smutty Update

D2D





Oh Wouldn't It Be Wonderful If I Turned Out To Be A Homosexual?!! - Stewie Griffen Family Guy

[stillrunning]

Oh my fucking god! Chris that was insanely funny and HOT!!! *goes off in search of Arctic shower*

"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die...it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive"

[Irene73]

*General Artemis is seen standing outside next to a field Bunny Agent near the shooting range...a loud cry startles both the Agent and the General as they twirl their heads twards the direction of the loud cry. General Artemis barely has enough time to register what is happening. He could see two figures running out into the field...a beautiful buxom brunette is seen being chased by a rather lusty blond grasping an object in her right hand raised in the air while "flopping" down striking both sides of her right wrist. The brunette quickly turns her head to the right and catches a glimpse of the General with a horrified and pleading look. The brunette makes a beeline twards the direction of the General...but is then tackled down by a persistent blond. The brunette and the blond engage in a mild squirmmish only to have the blond seize her legs, while the brunette is face down in the grass, and begins to drag her to the weapons main facility. The brunette fights valiantly and begins to claw her way through the grass...but is no match for the persistent, lusty blond...*



Agent Anya: Agent Hot Tamale you are my best test subject...now hold still...this will only sting for a second...and then it will accommodate you perfectly!!!



Agent Hot Tamale: *still clawing through the grass panting, praying, and crying?*



*Agent Hot Tamale is able to look up for a brief second and look General Artemis straight in the eyes...and while gasping and panting with the little breath she still has left in her and with a whisper she simply and plainly states... ATOMIC POWER CELLLLLLLLLLLLLL...then everything turns black*



Agent Anya: Oh, don't worry General...she'll be up and running in three of four days...maybe five...well she'll definitely be up...I don't know about the running part...*shrugs shoulders*...oh well.



General Artemis: *Resumes talking to the horrified field Bunny Agent* I think it's time I reassign Agent Hot Tamale.



Field Bunny Agent:You think???!!!!!!!



General Artemis: Yes...and I believe UPDATEY GOODNESS is also well deserved...she'll need something to read while she's resting.



Saluting you as alway Mi General,

Irene

Mexican Spy Bunny

Agent Hot Tamale

Edited by: Irene73 at: 2/28/05 1:03 pm

[RageMore7]

yey! that was a great update. wills had to be squirming! lucky tara had an awesome dream.... how come i never get dreams like that!!??!! i can't wait for the next update, hope it'll be soon!



sionan



ps. can i be agent rage bunny?

[taralicious]

Agent Brer Rabbit reporting on the in-flight entertainment had by Agents Shy Bunny and Adorabunny.

Having managed to secure a copy of the proceedings via Bunnicula, the wraith-like observer who thrives upon smut, I have sworn a blood and other bodily fluids oath to personally protect the free-flowing golden stream of smutahol from those who would proceed from a View of such pleasures to a Kill of those who would derive ced pleasure.

I will beat The Living Daylights out of those responsible with my Thunderball and shall train my Goldeneye on those who would report the usage of such calming and beneficial activities as a Honeychile Rider on any bill designed to S.M.E.R.S.H. out such pleasure.

There are Plenty O'Toole's for everyone to avail themselves of without arising the S.P.E.C.T.R.E. of vengeance in me.

Now I just need to work on padding out my expense account to get a stewardess like that on my next flight for the Ministry.

The description of Willow in that stewardess uniform was and .

MMMMMMM stocking clad thighs.

The toe -fucking scene has to be part of some Ministry video about efficient use of time during bonding between field agents.

[wiccanbotanist]

A sexy secetary walks into office, handing C a telegram.



I've got a long flight scheduled for next week. I'll never be able to get on a plane again without thinking smutty thoughts. Thanks for the imagery.

- Agent Morning Bunny



Woo Hoo! I'm a bunny! And I'm looking forward to my flight, I'll use the time to uh......write.



-wiccanbotanist

A sign seen in a botanist's front yard: "Please keep off the Bouteloua gracilis"

Sugas mea papilium (Suck my butterfly) - A Woman in Uniform by umgaynow

I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.

[tarasgirl2]

*Releasing a breath through my teeth*



I would complain about the lack of leather...but who the hell can after that jaw-dropping stewardess outfit?!

Crap C, that was just...well...*ahem*...yes, anyway.



There shall now be a policy regarding in flight entertainment.

I shall compose it as soon as my brain resumes normal functions again.



Yikes.



And I still can't think of a Bunny name that says 'me'...boohoo.

*Making a face* I suppose I should go with the general consensus of my friends and ask to be dubbed 'Cute Bunny'...although 'Pastel Bunny' also seems strangely appropriate (don't ask about my fashion sense...) Aaaargh! There's just too much pressure! Of course, I could just be making too much of this. But no! The Bunny name is forever! I shall look to my superiors and ask you to decide C - 'Cute Bunny' or 'Pastel Bunny' - I leave it in your capable hands.



Humbly awaiting further drool-worthy smut updates...

Yours Michaela

"No dancing naked, huh? Sigh. It just won't be the same." - Willow

"That's all right, we can save it for later." - Tara

(Wilderness Part 1 by Amber Benson & Christopher Golden)

[Wicked Wicca]

Wow my first fic on the Kitten, and I picked a great one. This was so hot .



You rock!!! Write more soon.

[JustSkipIt]

Hi Chris,

I have a confession to make. I wasn't reading this. You see I kept starting and getting about half-way through the Fluffy part and just being like, "who cares?" I know terrible! I mean you read my fics and comment with intelligent and thoughtful feedback and even host them. But I can't make it past some Fluffy? Geez, how rude.



But then I decided that I should be better than that and read the rest of the first post. And of course the other posts because this is great! The W/T of course is lovely and hot and funny but more importantly

Quote:

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"It's quite comfortable," Anya insisted, "I'm wearing one now."

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about 20 times. Anya is a classic!



Well done.

"Most editors are failed writers--but so are most writers." - Thomas Stearns Eliot

"Censorship, like charity, should begin at home; but unlike charity, it should end there." - Chare Booth Luce

My latest story: Survivor - Ash Island

[Artemis]

Greetings Bunnies, Kittens, and any humans who may have wandered in As usual the next chapter will be posted on Monday - that is, very early Monday (cause I stay up later than midnight), and what with the Australian eastern seaboard being ahead of most of you in timezone terms, it'll be around sometime Sunday for a lot of you. Say 48 hours from now, whenever that is for you all. It's about 2/3rds written now, I just have to finish it off with the appropriate smut content.



Now, some Ministry business before I start with the individual replies. I notice several Bunnies have been using their Bunny Badges as avatars, and I'm truly honoured that you're enjoying this little story so much. Thank you. In recognition of your kind flattery, the Ministry is issuing purpose-made avatars to all Bunnies (which, unlike the badges, are actually the right size). Check 'em out, there's one for each signed-up Bunny: Smut Bunny Avatars. Please feel free to use these, or your badges, whatever you're happy with. You gals and guys are the greatest



(Of course you don't all have to use these, or the badges, if you don't want to. Cause geez, that'd be me getting a bit too much of a big head over this whole thing, huh? Do whatever makes you happy, that's the Bunny way.)



And, of course, thank you for all your kind feeback! You gals and guys are- oh, I already said it. Oh well, I'll say it again, you gals and guys are the greatest! Thank you.



Agent Hidden Bunny (Watson): Thank you. True, Bunnies get better plane seats - but then again, your racers have $1 million to look forward to. All Willow and Tara get will be the satisfaction of a job well done. And each other, of course but that's true of the racers as well. As for them all meeting... actually a while ago when I started writing W/T stories, I remember someone on the willtara yahoo group musing about a Sliders-style parallel reality story, where Willow and Tara travel between dimensions and meet all the other Willows and Taras



No dying happy though - I mean, of course, die happy, but a long, long time from now, not right away. Because I'm highly worry-prone, so if I do something and someone says "Good, now I can die happy" and then dies, I'd be paranoid that it was my fault



Shy Southern Temprtress: Thanks. Yeah, it did turn out more humour-laden than I'd imagined, but that often happens when I write for Willow and Tara - they're in charge, I just write what they tell me



Dreamspace: Thanks. Of course you can be a Bunny - there's already a Dream Bunny, so you can be Agent Space Bunny, cause I'm sure the Ministry needs qualified astronaut Bunnies, just in case someone tries to sabotage a smut-broadcasting satellite. I'm sure there'll be some sexy Barbarella-style spacesuits available



I'm leaving the whole phallocentrism thing to Anya, where it belongs As for what happens when they wake up... well, all will be revealed soon, however I will say that there won't be any immediate jumping-on of each other. But it won't be long before we get to some good reality-based Willow/Tara loving



xonethousandtears80x: Thanks. Yup, Willow knows, now it's only a matter of time before Tara knows too, and smutty goodness will ensue. Tara was kind of forward for 'Shy' Bunny, wasn't she? Then again, she was dreaming... and she's not all that shy, either



Agent Terra Bunny: Thank you Don't worry, I'm quite familiar with the whole 'just a few more minutes reading this' syndrome, where errands end up hours late. I'm very flattered to have been the cause of it (though I hope I didn't delay you too much).



Agent Wicked Bunny: Thanks. I know, I'm blown away by how many people are signing up to be Bunnies. I'll leave the avatar page online, that'll serve as a 'membership list' But yeah, you and Agents Whipped and Wimpy are the originals, and still heroes of the Ministry - the three Ws of the Bunny Corps Glad you liked Tara's dream. You know, it was intended to be a full strip-tease for dream-Willow, but it just kind of happened as I wrote it that she never got further than her jacket, scarf and one stocking. I guess next time Willow does a sexy strip for Tara she really will have to tie her down. Captive audience



Arwen: Thank you I don't really differentiate between crazy silly writing and serious writing. I guess because I'm naturally silly At the moment though (until the deadline on April 22nd), my 'serious writing' skills are needed for real hopefully-for-money work, so this is a great outlet for me to tell a Willow/Tara story in spite of all the other demands on my brain



Agent Whipped Bunny: Thanks. Yep, Oz is indeed the big bad - I mean, when you get a powerful businessman with his own mega-corporation named after him in a Bond movie, he's always evil, isn't he? It'll actually be my first time writing Oz (and as a villain, no less - of course, a villain in a really silly story, but still) - I'm nervous I love Scott Evil, but this Oz will take more after Dr Evil, the classic parody of a Bond villain - unique chief henchperson, half-witted lackeys and all. He wouldn't be a proper villain otherwise There will be much Scott Evil-style joking going on regardless, though.



Stace: Thank you There will definitely be more - and not just in Willow and Tara's dreams either, the next chapter will feature our first actual Willow/Tara scene (where both of them are awake). Hope you like it



Agent Vixeny Bunny: Hope you did have some good dreams then Thanks, and hopefully you'll continue to be inspired dream-wise by the next chapter, where things get quite real



Agent Tempest Bunny: Thanks Report received, it won't be long before their mutual desire comes out of the dreams.



Agent Wimpy Bunny: Thank you Well, reproducing rapidly is what bunnies do, after all... Leather, huh? Mmm, leather... Speaking of, not this coming chapter but the next one will feature Willow and Tara in their mission outfits, which just happen to be leather. And very flattering I wonder if they'll actually remember to go on a mission, or just jump each other right there?



True, Willow and Tara's choice of nightwear was fortunate, and their seclusion up in the ultra-first class cabin. I'll have to be careful, people might start thinking I'm writing this just for the smut You've inspired me with the 'Kitty/Bunny Pit' - that'll definitely show up in a future chapter. Look out for it



D2D: Thanks Yep, lucky Willow - I thought it was only fair, seeing as she got a Tara-dream, that Tara would get a Willow-dream. It just happened that she was right next to Willow when it happened, though...



Stillrunning: Thank you



Agent Hot Tamale: Thanks Yes, let's see what we can do about reassigning you for a while - we can't have Anya wear out a beautiful buxom brunette after all, that'd be a terrible tragedy. Fortunately the Ministry has all kinds of treatments available for Bunnies while they recover from missions, massages and so on. Anya, despite complaining about losing her favourite test Bunny, did give you an A+ grade on her report, so updatey goodness will be on its way shortly. Enjoy it, agent, you've earned it



RageMore7: You can indeed be Agent Rage Bunny, welcome to the team Thanks, and I hope you have more luck with your dreams from now on



Agent Brer Rabbit: Thanks Your agent file has an A+ on it for creative use of Bond names - 'Plenty O'Toole's for everyone', hehe that was a good one. Glad you liked Stewardess Willow, and yes, that was my little homage to the sexiness of stockings. I'm hoping to give each 'hot lovin' scene its own unique trait in one way or another.



Wiccanbotanist: Thank you Have a nice flight, hopefully the smutty thoughts will make the time pass quicker



Michaela: Thanks All Bunnies are cute, so how about you be Agent Pastel Bunny? Each Bunny is an individual, after all. If it's leather you want, chapter six should be a happy one for you Speaking of in-flight entertainment, back when I was planning out this chapter, and had the idea that Willow would actually make it through her whole strip tease (that idea may resurface elsewhere), she was going to finish by offering Tara something to snack on, Stewardess-like, and then adding "and I promise, what's on offer tastes a lot better than airline food!"



Wicked Wicca Thanks Your first fic? I'm honoured, I hope you continue to enjoy it.



Debra: Hi Don't worry about not having been reading, you're here now and that's all that matters. Welcome I'm glad you're enjoying the W/T, I'm hoping this won't be just smut - hence the humour, and sweetness I'm hoping for between Willow and Tara, and the adventure. Glad you liked that Anya line, I got a giggle out of writing it, especially imagining her saying it with a completely straight face.



About the Fluffy, well, yeah, not the most in-depth scene... okay, let's admit it, it was just some random smut I actually first wrote the first chapter without it, but then I decided I wanted to have at least some smut in every chapter, and Willow and Tara had just met, so... plus, following the Bond formula, I had to open the story with a largely irrelevant bit of action. Just, in this case, the nature of the action was different



However this is a Willow/Tara fic first and foremost, and they'll get the lion's share of the hot loving. And the tiger's share, and various other cats as well There may be the odd scene here and there with other characters - Faith and Buffy haven't completely vanished from the story - but I certainly won't take it amiss if you skim those parts. After all, that is the Bunny way - if you like it, revel in it, if it's not for you, no worries and no hard feelings Thanks for the feedback



Well, thank you all, and I hope you'll stop by in about two days time for the next exciting and sexy (I hope, anyway) instalment: Smut Bunnies! chapter five - 'The Laconic Daylights'.

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[Irene73]

Bunny Compound

Agent Hot Tamale's quarters

1005 hundred hours

March 04, 2005

We see Mexican Spy Bunny resting on her king sized bed using laptop emailing General Artemis.



General Artemis,

Good Morning

Agent Hot Tamale requesting a small favor. I have seen the new S.M.U.T BUNNY avatars and, might I add, they are beautiful.



But back to the small favor...*ahem*...I would really love to have that avatar under my User name when I post, but alas, my computer skills are not as...skilled...as Agents Adorabunny. I recently tried to email her for help, but she was just waking up and stated that she might not be able to assist me anytime soon...something about an ache and a cold shower...oh well.



So General, if you would please instruct this devoted Bunny on how to add avatars to my posts and under my user name, I would be eternally grateful.



I will also make sure to thank Anya for her generous grade, and I will certainly utilize the facilities...massaging and other...relaxation accomodations.



I'm very proud to have served you well. I will be waiting for my next assignment.



Saluting you while holding right hand over S.M.U.T BUNNY BADGE,

Mexican Spy Bunny

Agent Hot Tamale

[shuyaku]

Oooh - I want to be a S.M.U.T. bunny (I'm not really sure which emoticon is more appropriate, but if I really had to guess I would say the banana one... I'm just sayin' )



I was going to ask to be Agent Cumber Bunny - a play on the word cumberbund (emphasis on the first b, since that is how most people pronounce it at least where I'm from). I thought that would be kinda funny and since Agent shuyaku Bunny just didn't have a good ring to it. However, that spelling is incorrect. It is actually spelled cummerbund - so that would make me Agent Cummer Bunny. I'm not sure I'm up to that title But I might be willing to give it a go...



-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

[KiSsWiLLoW4Me]

Quote:

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Tara's internal dancer of joy got right back up and started dancing again, this time joined by a whole Broadway chorus line, jugglers on unicycles, and a trained elephant balancing on a podium at the back of the stage.

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this is really cute!!! i couldn't stop laughing when i read this part.



for the cabin scene! can Tara just wake up and do some gay lovin with Willow? pls? pls? and i love willow-babble!! thanks to you Chris im starting to have a smut-addiction.



oooo are you still giving out bunny badges? can i have one? can i have one? me want to be a S.M.U.T Bunny



me want more!!





great update!!





Kirstin

Willow : Kiss Rocks? Why would anyone want to kiss rocks... Oh wait, I get it.



Willow : [threatening to use magic] You've seen what we can do. Another step and you will all feel my power.

Buffy : What are you gonna do, float a pencil at them?

[tarasgirl2]

Woooooooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooo!!!

I gots a bunny badge AND a bunny avatar! Oh this is just about the coolest thing ever!

*Doing a spectacularly complicated dance with Tara's chorus line dancers, all wearing bunny ears and cotton tails*





Thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU! C, you spoil us and don't we lurve it!!



Signing off,

Agent Pastel Bunny



PS. Apologies for all the exclamation points - this bunny needs to turn down the excitement metre...

"No dancing naked, huh? Sigh. It just won't be the same." - Willow

"That's all right, we can save it for later." - Tara

(Wilderness Part 1 by Amber Benson & Christopher Golden)

[YMKA]

Hey!



Great fic I especially love Anya....working with Bunnies for some reason I find it to be really funny....but then I'm really strange Very Funny!!! Love girls dreams Can't wait to see what's going to happen next In first chapter you kinda got me.....I usually skip summary.... So I thought it was going to be a serious fic...oh boy....was I wrong? Great Job!



Oh oh....seeing as everyone are getting their bunny....can...well...can I be "Straight Bunny" ??? , pretty please? I think it will suit me well....ask anyone





M.

[Artemis]

Agent Hot Tamale: I've sent a PM through ezboard about how to set up your avatar. If you need anything else, feel free to email me - alia@netspace.net.au Always happy to help a Bunny



Your next assignment, should you choose to accept it: read chapter five, 'The Laconic Daylights'. Good luck, Mexican Spy Bunny



shuyaku: If you're happy to be Agent Cummer Bunny, that's fine with the Ministry. Just watch out for Anya, she might take that codename as an invitation



Kirstin: Well, Tara's not going to wake up and indulge in hot gay love right away, but this is the chapter where our two agents get together (with both being awake at the time, that is). Of course you can have a badge - seeing as it appears in your screen name and signature, how about being Agent Kiss Bunny?



Agent Pastel Bunny: Don't worry about the exclamation marks, it's always a good sign when a Bunny is excited Glad you like the avatar, I like keeping my readers happy.



YMKA: Thanks Agent Straight Bunny it is. You thought it was going to be a serious fic called 'Smut Bunnies'? Anya's had her appearance (like Q, she just gets her one spotlight scene per movie), but her gadgets will continue to be used... in various ways...



Well, thanks everyone, and now as promised it's updatey goodness time. New agents, if you wish you can get your official S.M.U.T. avatars here. And now, on with the show!

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[Artemis]

Title: Smut Bunnies

Author: Chris Cook

Rating: NC-17, naturally

Summary: Secret agents. Supervillains. Adventure. Excitement. Smut. Lots of smut. And saving the world, too.

Spoilers: None.

Copyright: Based on characters from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, created by Joss Whedon and his talented minionators, and all manner of things including the James Bond series by Ian Fleming/Eon Productions, and The Avengers by Brian Clemens. All original material (I'm sure there's some in there somewhere) is copyright 2005 Chris Cook.

Feedback: Please. Here, or to alia@netspace.net.au



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SMUT BUNNIES!

Chapter Five: The Laconic Daylights

New York, USA

Osbourne Industries Corporate Headquarters

1800 Hours (local time)



"Ready?" Tara asked. Willow looked up at the three-storey-tall 'OZ' logo dominating the front of Osbourne Industries' skyscraper headquarters, took a deep breath, and nodded.



Tara studied her face, then reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently.



"I'm right with you," she said, leaning closer, "and if he says or does anything to hurt you, I promise I'll kick his arse and put down in my report that he did something supervillainous." Willow looked at her, surprised, then relaxed as she saw Tara's grin.



"I'll be okay," she said, "he's just an ex. Thanks, though... I'll be a lot more okay 'cause you're here."



"Then you've got nothing to worry about," Tara replied. She gave Willow's hand a parting caress, then stepped back, taking a moment to minutely adjust her coat, becoming the image of a cool professional businesswoman. Willow gave her a nod and headed into the building, with Tara following a step behind, adopting the role of a subordinate following her employer.



Willow handed her card silently to the receptionist inside the foyer, then nodded as the woman confirmed her appointment and indicated one of the half dozen elevators. With the lift on its way down Willow gave Tara a long glance out of the corner of her eye - unable to do more 'in character', with the building's security cameras watching. Tara's mouth moved just a fraction, enough for Willow to recognise the hint of one of her smiles, while an observer unfamiliar with her expressions wouldn't even notice.



'Come on Rosenberg, focus on the mission,' Willow chided herself. What with reviewing their files and assumed identities, and going over their interview strategy - or, as Tara called it, 'prod the bad guy into giving himself away' - they had had little time for pleasantries or personal discussion. With work to do, Willow hadn't yet had the opportunity to turn their conversation to more intimate matters. Nonetheless, with all her senses on alert, she had noticed a multitude of little signs, meaningful expressions, casual touches from Tara that could have meant more. Knowing what she knew, Willow had responded in kind, in a way she would have been embarrassed to do normally - holding Tara's gaze, openly studying her lips, her hands when they touched, giving little caresses whenever she could manage it and returning Tara's gestures. In the car outside, Tara had leaned over and given her a kiss on the cheek, "Just for luck," she had said in a sultry tone that surely meant a lot more, and Willow had let herself close her eyes, and give a little sigh as Tara's lips touched her skin. She now consoled herself that, when this was over with and they had time to talk, Tara would hardly be caught by surprise when Willow managed to voice her nascent feelings.



Her musings, and covert examination of Tara's face, were interrupted by the elevator chime. Willow blinked in surprise as the doors opened, and a familiar face broke into a wide and shamelessly artificial smile.



"Harmony?"



"Willow!" the blonde exclaimed, leaning forward to give her a society-style air-kiss on each cheek. "Good to see you, long time no see. How are you?"



"Well, I'm-"



"That's great," Harmony replied, her smile snapping into place after exactly two seconds of an expression she probably thought looked like patient attention. "And you must be Miss Maclay," she gave Tara exactly the same air-kisses she had given Willow, "I'm Harmony Kendall, I'm Mr Osbourne's personal assistant. If you'll follow me please." She retreated back into the elevator and waited for Willow and Tara to join her before pressing the top button and swiping a keycard through the console.



"Harmony and I shared a couple of classes in our freshman year," Willow explained to Tara, before turning back to Harmony. "I didn't know you worked for Daniel?"



"Oh yes," she nodded, more animated now that she was the topic of discussion, "he's a really good boss, and of course he's delighted to have me work with him. I'm in charge of a lot of important projects." Out of Harmony's line of sight, Tara gave Willow a disbelieving look; Willow just shrugged, then glanced briefly at the waist of Harmony's suit jacket. Tara followed her gaze to the keycard clipped there, and nodded slightly.



"So tell me all about yourself," Willow said, as Tara covertly noted the location of the lift's cameras and interposed herself between them and Harmony.



"Oh, well," Harmony launched into what was evidently her favourite subject, "after I transferred to NYU after freshman year I moved into this great sorority, the girls there were really supportive, considering what I had to go through..." she paused, seeing Willow's blankly enquiring look. "Having to re-establish my popularity at a new campus! Obviously it wasn't as difficult a time as some people might have gone through, but believe me, it was a stressful time. Then..."



Tara covertly double-checked the camera angles out of the corner of her eye, then reached into her pocket for a tiny device, disguised - for reasons known only to Anya Jenkins - as a spring-loaded clitoral clamp. Tara had learned over the past year and a half, since her promotion to the rank of Bunny, not to wonder why Anya did what she did.



"...so after I left there - and I mean, they say they fired me, but they would, wouldn't they, and it's no surprise their fashion line bombed at Paris two years ago without my help - I went to work for a law firm..."



Moving gently so that Harmony never noticed, Tara lifted the keycard on her coat hem and ran the clamp's ends on either side of its magnetic stripe. The clamp vibrated slightly in her fingers, signalling that it had recorded the card's signature.



"...and then he says 'what're those guys doing in your bed?', like it's my fault my emotional needs weren't being met, and..."



Tara caught Willow's eye and gave her a brief smile, causing a sigh of relief.



"And now you work for Daniel?" Willow said quickly, as Harmony paused for breath.



"With, honey," Harmony insisted, with what she no doubt considered an amusing scowl, "I work with him. Oh!" she exclaimed as the doors opened, "here we are. This way please!"



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Osbourne Industries Corporate HQ

Daniel Osbourne's Office

1810 Hours



The room - 'chamber' seemed more appropriate - was built on an epic scale, taking up nearly the whole floorspace of the skyscraper, and two storeys. The back wall, including the liftwells, was solid black marble, from floor to ceiling. On either side huge tinted windows gave a stunning vista of New York City, just as the sun was starting to set and turn the clouds amber and lavender. Not quite as eye-catching, but certainly just as busy as the Big Apple, was the far wall, which was floor to ceiling flat-screens, each tuned to a different channel: business and finance, world news, remote conference rooms, building security cameras.



At the centre of the huge office a man sat at a broad chrome table, with his back to the elevators. His chair moved slightly, as he noticed the new arrivals, then he reached forward and pressed a touch-screen set into his table. A whole segment of the room's floor, ten metres across with the table and chairs in the centre of it, began a stately rotation, finally coming to face Willow, Tara and Harmony.



"Hi boss," she said with a little wave.



"Harmony," Daniel Osbourne replied stoically. "Willow. Miss Maclay." He gestured to the two empty seats across the table from himself, and the two agents sat. Harmony retreated back to the elevator and waited there.



"Daniel," Willow said, leaning forward with a polite smile, "it's good to see you. Again. It's been a while, huh?"



"Been a while," he agreed. Tara observed him covertly, pretending to busy herself pulling folders from her briefcase. His face seemed younger than the 26 years his file had given him; then again, his expressions somehow seemed older. She studied his voice and mannerisms, as he and Willow exchanged brief pleasantries - very brief, on his part - and went through the motions of catching up on each other's lives, he referring back to his rise to CEO of his father's company, and overseeing the old industrial manufacturing firm's profitable venture into leading-edge technology, Willow giving a mix of fact and fiction as she outlined her move from post-graduate studies and academic work to professional software design and her own boutique IT company. Everything about him seemed considered, deliberate - he never fidgeted or shifted in his chair, moved only when he meant to, never said an unnecessary word. Even his expression seemed to change as little as possible - a raised eyebrow or smile would operate alone on his face, while the rest of his features remained as they had been, amiable, professional and slightly distant.



"You've done well," Willow said, concluding their polite, distant getting-to-know-you session. She waved a hand around his huge office. "All this... very impressive, on top of the world."



"Can't complain," he shrugged slightly. "I looked up your company when I got the call. Good work you've done. Not surprising." He offered a quick smile.



"Thanks," Willow said, "well, I try, you know how it is - though sometimes it drives my people nuts, they'll be all 'deadline!' and I'll be still working on this one tiny bit of code to get it just right. Lucky I'm the boss," she grinned.



"It's good to be the boss," Daniel nodded. "And... personal life? Anyone?" Tara concealed a frown, and concentrated on appearing ambivalent as Willow shifted in her seat.



"It's, ah," she hesitated, "there's someone. Not a 'someone' someone, yet, but, a someone I'm hopeful will be a someone. When I get up the courage to, you know, say something, to her... it's a her, the someone..."



'Is she-' Tara thought, 'wait, she's not... she's not seeing someone already, is she? She flirted, and all the... the little looks and, the touches, especially today, she wouldn't be like that if she was thinking about someone else, would she- wait, what if... does she mean...?'



"Known her a while?" Daniel asked, with a glance at Tara, which Willow followed, and Tara's heart leapt as she saw the merest hint of a blush beneath her practised neutral expression. 'He's done his homework,' she thought meanwhile, her brain sectioning off into 'professional' and 'please please please please be talking about me', and the professional side getting on with the job of thinking, 'I've been with Willow's company for eight months, according to the files-'



"Actually no," Willow replied, quirking the corner of her lips just a bit, before turning her attention back to Daniel. "No, I met her just yesterday."



'Eep!' Tara thought incoherently. 'Unless she's talking about Anya... no way. She... the touches, and looks, it's real, oh god it's real!'



"Heart moves fast," Daniel said, his voice conveying little feeling.



"Yeah," Willow said with a shy grin. "Um, so, business? I don't want to take up too much of your time."



"No problem," Daniel said, but he turned his chair slightly, facing the table straight-on, and his shoulders squared a fraction - the air changed from vaguely casual to strictly business.



Tara suppressed the urge to gulp, and dedicated herself to her task, watching Daniel's responses to the questions and information Willow gave him. Having done it before, under various circumstances - from the confusion of meetings in a public place, with all manner of people bustling about, to having to suppress her feelings about a target she knew to be guilty already, and only needed to extract some vital piece of information from - it was... 'Well, okay,' she admitted to herself, 'it's so not easy to not leap on Willow and kiss her right now. But this'll never work if we can't get our jobs done at the same time as be in love, so focus.'



'Holy moley, 'in love'!'



'Focus'



The first exchange of questions and answers were just general information, Willow explaining how 'her company' was hoping to collaborate on some consumer electronics products and quizzing Daniel on Osbourne Industries' track record with similar ventures, Daniel in return probing for details, and sharing his thoughts on such a venture. It was nothing more than two normal businesspeople might discuss, nothing to do with threats to the world, and served only for Tara to get an idea of how Daniel answered questions - how long he would think before answering, how up-front his answers were, when he would give a little information to elicit more from Willow, and when he would ask directly.



Tara found it a frustrating task, though she showed nothing but polite attention. Daniel's expressions and mannerisms continued to be carefully controlled, their variations extremely minimal. 'He'd make a good poker player,' she mused, 'no 'tells' at all. Well, so be it, we'll just have to do this the hard way.'



Picking a suitable moment, she ventured an opinion on an aspect of marketing the product, a code-phrase to let Willow know she should begin posing more pointed questions. She gently steered the conversation to the intricacies of 'her' proposed software, which coincidentally shared key features with the insidious anti-smut chip. While watching Daniel like a hawk, Tara found herself greatly impressed at Willow's intellect - knowing what she did from reviewing the Ministry's files, it was clear to Tara that Willow had thoroughly digested and understood everything they knew about the chip in just 24 hours.



Daniel, however, continued to frustrate Tara's efforts to see through him. When Willow mentioned real-time image alteration - supposedly for some kind of interactive entertainment application - he leaned forward, but whether it was interest or suspicion that got his attention, Tara was unsure, and his answer gave away nothing. Willow posed her next question, about programming able to disseminate itself remotely, and Daniel's expression barely flickered.



'Barely,' Tara thought, 'was there something there? Just for a split second? Let's turn up the heat.'



"Obviously we'd be aggressively advertising the ground-breaking features," she slipped into the conversation. 'Push harder,' was the underlying message; Willow gave a nod.



"Obviously," she agreed, "especially the interactive features. I mean," she smiled disarmingly, "when you think what someone could achieve with this kind of programming, made compatible with, say, a digital TV system - a self-replicating network would have enormous potential."



"True," Daniel said curtly.



'He knows something,' Tara thought, 'he's not thinking about what she said, he's wondering what else she knows.'



"Interesting theories," Daniel continued. "It'll be rewarding pursuing them."



"I hope so," Willow agreed.



"Let's schedule another meeting. It's getting late." Daniel stood and walked around his gleaming desk, politely shaking both Willow and Tara's hands.



"If it's not too much trouble," Willow ventured, "I heard you have a manufacturing floor here? I'd like to take a look - of course I can come back another time, if you'd prefer..."



"Of course not," Daniel replied smoothly. "Harmony will show you around. Harmony? Give our guests the tour."



"Okay boss!" Harmony said brightly, coming to life after having spent the past several minutes engrossed in studying her nail polish. Daniel watched as the trio entered the lift, and the doors closed, then sat back at his desk, which once more rotated around to face the wall of video monitors.



"I hate to interrupt your Lex Luthoring," a female voice echoed around the office.



"Then don't," Daniel said calmly.



"Oh excuse me, I'm sorry. I just thought you might be interested to know that your two 'guests' were from the Ministry. No biggie." Daniel's eyes widened a fraction.



"You're sure?" he asked.



"Duh! Maclay is a Bunny, I know that for a fact. Your ex, I don't know, but maybe she's new, Tara was calling the shots."



"I'll... have Miss Maclay dealt with," Daniel said. "Willow needn't share her fate."



"You're going to leave it up to Harmony, aren't you?" the voice asked. "God, what is it with villains and incompetent lackeys?"



"I didn't hire you to criticise my methods," Daniel warned. "And seeing as you were Mayor Wilkins' only 'lackey', and the Ministry captured him, care to revise that opinion?"



"For your information," the voice said stridently, "Wilkins paid me to get him to the Pacific station, not to fight two Bunnies at once just because he was too inept to cover his own tracks - it wasn't me they followed there, you know. I don't work for people once they've proven they're beneath me."



"Well you work for me now," Daniel said flatly, "and I'm paying you a lot of money to do what I say. Right now, I'm saying leave Tara Maclay to me. If you're needed, you'll be called."



"Fine, your funeral." Daniel gave a weary sigh, and leaned forward to press a button on his desk.



-----



Osbourne Industries Corporate HQ

Manufacturing Floor Observation Deck

1830 Hours



"And if you look down there," Harmony said, pointing down to one of the huge mechanised production lines laid out beneath the network of catwalks she, Willow and Tara were standing on, "you'll see conveyor number one, where those big robot arm thingies are putting together our latest in... what are those, anyway? Whatever. Now, over here-"



She was interrupted by her mobile phone's rendition of 'Genie in a Bottle'.



"Oh, excuse me just one second?" she said to Willow and Tara. "I just have a call, just... you know, enjoy the view, and stuff. Yes boss?"



"Take care of Miss Maclay," Daniel ordered.



"I am, boss," Harmony said with a puzzled frown.



"No, I mean... she's an enemy agent, Harmony. Take care of her."



"Oh, so... Oh! Right. Okay, gotcha. Sorry ladies," she turned back to the two agents.



-----



Osbourne Industries Corporate HQ

Daniel Osbourne's Office

1831 Hours



"Okay, was I right or was I right?" the voice said. "You sure you don't want me there, just in case Miss Competent down there screws this up?"



"Stay in LA," Daniel ordered, "it's just pushing one button. Even Harmony can do that."



-----



Osbourne Industries Corporate HQ

Manufacturing Floor Observation Deck

1832 Hours



"Okay, now if you'll just step this way," Harmony burbled on, "we'll just take this lift thingy here..." She stepped onto an elevator platform built into the catwalk and let Willow follow her, but just as Tara was about to step past her she hit the elevator's controls. Willow watched in shock as the catwalk beneath Tara swung down, dropping her towards the heavy mechanical assembly line below.



"Score one for me!" Harmony smiled. She turned to Willow, and her face fell. "Oh, wait-"



Willow knocked her out with a square punch to the jaw, then leaned over the safety railing on the elevator.



"Oh thank god!" she exclaimed, seeing Tara dangling from her wristwatch, which had attached itself to the underside of the remaining catwalk with a miniature grappling hook and cable.



"All in a day's work," Tara grumbled. Willow's eyes widened as she saw motion behind Tara.



"Look out!" she yelled, alerting Tara just in time for her to swing herself out of the way of one of the assembly line's huge robot arms.



"Well it seemed like a- yikes! Good idea at the time!" Tara protested, kicking herself away from the wall to avoid another arm taking a swipe at her.



"Wind in the cable!" Willow yelled. "I'll shut the arms down!" She stepped over the unconscious Harmony and hit the lift's down button, sending it towards the distant floor.



'Be careful baby!' she prayed.



"I'm going to talk to Anya about these things," Tara complained, as the tiny motor in her watch slowly wound in the cable, lifting her, "she'll probably turn it into a leather cuff or something, but it'll be worth it-" she paused to arch her back, narrowly missing a welding arm as it whirred past "-to get a faster motor in them. Argh!"



"Tara!" Willow cried. One of the arms had snagged her line, tearing the hook loose from its purchase on the catwalk. Tara fell five metres before the trailing hook lodged into the mechanical arm itself, sending her whipping back and forth at the end of the cable as the arm swung around trying to dislodge her. Her watch gave a tiny shower of sparks, and the winding motor shut down completely.



Willow jumped the last metre to the ground before the lift had finished descending, and raced to a control station, tearing open her suitcase the moment she reached the desk. Inside were various folders, a cellphone, a PDA, and - much to Willow's chagrin initially, though now she was supremely grateful - various sex toys.



"Willow!" Tara shrieked, seeing another robot arm swinging towards her as she trailed helplessly from her cable. Willow looked up, saw the danger at once, and in an instant had one of the chrome-finished 'classic' vibrators in her hands, aiming it. With a twist of its speed control the tip opened and a micro-missile shot out, blasting through the mechanical arm's base and sending it toppling to the floor barely a second before it would have hit Tara.



"Thank you!" Tara called out, trying to swing herself up so she could get a grip on the cable and haul herself up before something else tried to hit her. Willow quickly selected another toy, a corkscrew-shaped plug she had been reluctant to handle, let alone operate, earlier in the day, but now she grabbed it without hesitation, opened the battery compartment and shoved the protruding USB interface into the control station's port.



"Come on come on come on," she whispered frantically, watching commands flicker across the screen as the assembly line's controlling software suddenly came under attack from Anya's best code-breaker.



She glanced up to see Tara swinging her legs back and forth, building up momentum that finally succeeded in flipping her up on top of the arm she had been hanging from. She braced herself against the swiftly-moving surface, pulling the wrist cable tight to help her balance, and pulled a pen from her pocket. The next robot arm that swung towards her fell limp as she shot a tiny projectile through the power cable to its main motor.



"Gotcha!" Willow yelled triumphantly as an open command window appeared on the screen in front of her. She quickly tried to deactivate the assembly line, and the arms shuddered to a halt for a second, but then the command window disappeared and the line started up again. Willow kicked the server beneath the desk, and turned the speed control on the USB code-breaker plug up to full.



"I can only shut down one arm!" Willow called up to Tara. "We need to get out of here as soon as you're on the ground!"



"Okay," Tara shouted back, "I've got the car keys!"



Willow's puzzled frown didn't keep her from working. The moment the command window reappeared she was typing commands to lower the arm Tara was stuck on, then to disable it in every way she could think of - locking its motors, disconnecting it from the power source, scrambling its software, everything. To her relief the arm lowered down to near floor level, and remained still while Tara tugged her grappling hook free and jumped off it.



"Thanks," she said breathlessly, jogging to meet Willow. "We should get behind something."



"Wha...?" Willow asked, and Tara dragged her down behind the desk, briefly holding up their car keys in her other hand. The remote door lock control was flipped open, revealing a miniaturised control panel.



"Oh, okay-" Willow nodded, as on the other side of the desk the far wall exploded inwards. Shaking her head to get rid of the echoes of the blast, Willow scrambled to her feet and followed Tara to where a hole several metres wide had been blown through the side of the skyscraper. A heavy piton trailing a cable flew up through the hole, and Willow reached the edge to see their car in the front parking area, five storeys lower down, with its bonnet open to reveal various missile racks and cannons, and the cable launcher.



"Hang on," Tara said, gripping Willow tightly around the waist with one arm, while with her other hand she fixed her watch to the cable's motorised hook. Willow held on to Tara with both arms around her shoulders as she leapt off the side of the building, and the two of them flew down the cable, where the hook's motor slowed them to a safe speed. The two agents leapt the last little way to the ground and got into the car, where Tara quickly detached the flying-fox cable, closed the bonnet and gunned the engine.



-----



Manhattan, New York City

Carlyle Hotel, Garage

1855 Hours



"Well," Tara said, turning off the Aston Martin's engine, "I guess we can take that as a good indication that Daniel Osbourne is up to his neck in something pretty dirty." She let out a sigh, and turned to Willow.



"Willow?" she asked, seeing the tension in her, her shortness of breath. "Are you okay?"



"Fine," she said quietly, "I'm fine, I just... didn't want to disturb you, while... you were driving, you know? Distract you?"



"Willow, what is it?" Tara asked. "We're stopped now, you can tell me... if you want to..."



Willow turned to Tara, tears suddenly streaming down her face, and flung herself across the car's centre console, hugging her tightly and crying into her shoulder. Tara's arms automatically closed around her in a warm, protective hug, though her face still showed confusion and worry.



"Willow...?" she whispered.



"I'm sorry," Willow whispered in reply, quickly, "I'm sorry, I just- I was so afraid, everything was fine and then suddenly you were gone, and then hanging there, and those arms were flying around trying to, to- oh god I was so afraid!"



"You were great," Tara assured her, "Willow, listen to me, you didn't hesitate, not for a second."



"But you could've-"



"I didn't," Tara said firmly. "Willow, you've..." her voice trailed off as Willow hugged her tighter, and the feel of her body pressed so close suddenly became very apparent to Tara. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she found her hand moving of its own accord, stroking through Willow's hair.



"I'm alright," she said soothingly, "Willow, I'm fine... you've been on missions before, you know things like that can happen."



"I... I know," Willow nodded, sniffling.



"That's why we're trained," Tara went on, "that's why we're the best, so that when it gets dangerous we know what to do, and we get it done. Like you did just now, you were perfect."



"I-I was afraid," Willow confessed again.



"Why, sweetie?" Tara asked gently. Willow drew a deep breath, looked up at Tara, opened her mouth to speak... then all of a sudden lunged at her, pressed her lips to Tara's, kissing her deeply, fiercely, as if afraid she would never have another chance.



'Oh my god,' Tara thought in wonder as she felt her lips open, all on their own, with a gentle caress from Willow's tongue, 'oh... my... where did she learn to kiss like this? Oh... god...' She turned to liquid in Willow's embrace, only her arms retaining any strength, pulling Willow to her. Her mouth, her whole body, opened to Willow as the kiss they shared flowed between them.



All too soon, for Tara, Willow's lips moved from hers, stroking gently against her cheek. She opened her eyes as Willow drew back, and saw her cheeks blushing red, her eyes downcast.



"I-I was afraid I'd never get to do that," Willow murmured quietly.



'That was for me,' Tara realised with a start, 'oh god, all that was for me!' She raised a trembling hand and touched her fingertips to Willow's cheek. Willow's eyes followed her hand as it moved slowly across her skin, finally coming to her lips, and there her eyes closed, her mouth opened and she leaned against into Tara's embrace, sighing as Tara stroked her fingertips across her lower lip.



"D-don't be afraid," Tara whispered. "You don't have to be... not for me." Leaning forward herself she touched her lips to Willow's, gently and briefly, but sealing her words with a kiss. When her eyes opened, she saw Willow once more gazing at her.



"You mean...?" she breathed. "You want..."



"You," Tara said, "I want you. I need you, Willow, I- right now, here," she tightened her hold on Willow, "I feel more than I ever have in my whole life."



"Really?" Willow asked in a tiny voice.



"Really," Tara replied honestly, "I... I want you to kiss me again, so much-"



Willow wasted no time, moving to straddle Tara in her seat, kissing her deeply as Tara opened herself once more, her lips parting, inviting Willow's tongue into her. Then Willow, leaning over her, accidentally pressed her bottom against the steering wheel, and the car horn blared loudly in the mostly vacant garage.



"Eek!" Willow squeaked, jumping and almost hitting her head on the car's roof. She looked down at Tara, who was staring left and right in shock, gasping for breath.



"Um," she said, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth, "maybe... we should go up to our room? There might be fewer car horns there?" Tara looked at her, wide-eyed, then her lips too quirked upwards, an amused snort escaped her, and in the space of a second both of them were howling with laughter as they hugged.



"Yes," Tara said, recovering herself slightly, "let's go... sweetie." She reached over and opened her door, allowing Willow to clamber out.



"Sweetie?" Willow asked, smiling, as Tara retrieved her briefcase. "I'm your sweetie?"



"If you want to be?" Tara said, grinning shyly as she got out of the car.



"I do," Willow said, "I'd love to be your sweetie."



"Come on then," Tara said, offering her hand to Willow, "sweetie."



They quickly found the lift, and the doors closed on them glancing sidelong at each other, their hands still clasped together.



When the doors opened again, a dozen floors higher up, a young businessman waiting for the lift was quite surprised to find it full of two women kissing passionately up against the wall. Willow noticed their audience first, and gave a sheepish look to Tara, who tried half-heartedly to hide her blush behind her hand, on the pretence of tucking her hair behind her ear. They scurried down the corridor to their double bedroom suite, and again dissolved into giggles as they tumbled inside, Willow closing the door behind them while Tara dropped their briefcases on the floor, next to where the staff had placed their luggage.



"I'm going to have to change my name to Shameless Bunny," Tara blushed, turning back to Willow. She grinned curiously at the intent, joyful stare Willow was directing at her. "What?"



"I..." Willow said haltingly, "I just... it's like I want to jump around, or dance, or... or I don't know what, you know?"



"I know," Tara said. Her smile turned impish, and she extended a hand regally to Willow. "Shall we then?"



"What?" Willow asked, taking her hand anyway.



"Dance," Tara replied simply, pulling Willow to her and guiding her hands to her shoulder and hip. She held Willow and began to sway back and forth, feeling Willow mirror her movements without thinking.



"There's no music," Willow said with an amused smile. Tara nodded, and drew her closer, resting her chin on Willow's shoulder.



"Sure there is," she murmured, "just listen..."



"Hmm?" Willow sighed, closing her eyes.



"Nooo-body does... it better..." Tara sang softly, eliciting a quiet giggle from Willow. "Makes me feel sad, for the rest... Nobody does it, half as good as you..." She leaned in a little closer, just enough to brush her lips against Willow's ear. "Baby, you're the best."



"I wasn't lookin'," Willow picked up the tune, moving with more confidence now, "but somehow you found me... I tried to- ooh! Baby," she missed a line, as Tara began to undo the buttons on her jacket with one hand, while the other stroked up and down her side.



"But like heaven above me," Tara went on, sliding the jacket down Willow's shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, "the spy who loved me..." She and Willow shared a giggle, as her hands went to Willow's waist, undoing her belt and pants while Willow began divesting Tara of her jacket in turn.



"...is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight," they sang together, Tara's coat falling free. Holding onto Tara for balance, Willow used each foot to slide the shoe and sock from the other, and her trousers quickly slid to the floor.



"And nobody does... it... better..." Willow sang breathlessly, as Tara made short work of the buttons on her blouse, and slid a hand inside to stroke her stomach. "Though sometimes I... wish... ahhh..." Tara reached one arm around Willow's waist, beneath her blouse, while her other hand explored upwards, stroking the side of her breast through her silky bra.



"Though sometimes you wish someone could?" Tara sang, grinning as she slid Willow's blouse down over her shoulders to her elbows, lightly pinning her arms behind her.



"Pfft, never," Willow sighed happily, leaning into Tara's hold. Tara let go of the blouse, letting Willow go free as it fell, and reached up to undo her hair from its businesslike twist.



"Nobody does it," she went on, arching her back as her hair spilled over her shoulders, and as Willow set about undoing her blouse, "quite the way you do... why'd you have to be so good?" She lowered her arms, but kept her head flung back as Willow pulled her top down from her shoulders, and nuzzled in the hollow of her neck, pressing tender kisses against her skin.



"The way that you hold me," she sang as Willow did indeed hold her tight, opening her blouse up so their bare stomachs could press together, and their breasts in only their flimsy bras, "whenever you hold me... ohhh... there's some kind of magic-"



"Deep," Willow breathed into Tara's ear, "inside... you..." Tara moaned out loud as Willow's bare leg nudged between hers for a moment, then withdrew as Willow undid her belt and began edging her pants down over her hips.



"That keeps me from runnin'," Willow murmured, feeling Tara's hands find her back.



"That just keeps me comin'," Tara smiled, lowering her head to stroke her lips across Willow's cheek, while her shoes, socks and pants joined the clothing scattered around them on the floor. "How'd you learn to do the things you do?"



"I've been having some dreams with lots of helpful ideas," Willow whispered quickly, before the next line started. Tara laughed quietly and deeply, and Willow thought she had never heard a more beautiful sound.



"And... nobody does it better," they sang together, almost whispering now, standing together with no space between them, wearing only their underwear as they danced slowly. "Makes me feel sad for the rest... nobody does it half as good as you... baby, baby..." Willow gasped as Tara's hand moved down her back and slid beneath the waist of her panties, stroking her ass.



"Darlin'," Tara whispered, her hand moving around Willow's hip.



"You're the best," Willow whispered in reply, her voice joining Tara's, while her hand reached down between them, mirroring Tara's as she delicately lifted the waist of her panties and slid her fingers beneath.



"Uhhhh baby," Tara moaned, as she felt Willow's questing fingers brush against her clit, "oh you're the best..."



"Baby you're the best," Willow sang again, softly, parting her legs a little, inviting Tara to enter her. She felt Tara's fingers at her threshold, and positioned her hand likewise, and with a mutual sigh that became a deep, throaty moan they slid into each other.



"Oh sweetie," Tara moaned, rolling her hips, "you're heaven..." Willow could only groan in reply, pressing her body against Tara's as she bent her knees, taking Tara's forefinger as deep within herself as she could. The two women danced together, slowly lifting their hips as one, then sliding back down, renewing the connection as their fingers became coated with arousal. Tara was the first to tentatively probe the tip of a second finger between Willow's lips, and found Willow eagerly welcoming her, and replying in kind. Their palms flattened against each other's mounds, rubbing their clits, gathering moist nectar.



Tara's legs felt weak as Willow's fingers just barely brushed her g-spot, but Willow sensed it, and together they gently lowered their bodies to the couch, still moving against one another. No words left their lips, only moans and deep breathing to mark time as they danced.



"Uhhhh," Tara moaned, wanting to tell Willow what was stirring inside her, to convey to her the intensity of her feelings, a satisfaction that went far beyond the physical.



"Mmmm," Willow replied, rising slightly to more firmly grind her hips down onto Tara's fingers, opening herself deeply to her. She kissed Tara's shoulder, again and again, then her neck, parting her lips wide with each touch, licking her glistening skin. Tara tossed her head back and cried out, making no effort to contain herself.



"Uhhhh... uhhh, uhhh, uh, uh- yes, yesyesyes, YES! GOD!" Willow lost the control to form kisses, and merely pressed her open lips to Tara's skin as the chorus of her climax rang in her ears. Tara's sex clutched at her, her muscles clamping tightly, while within Willow herself Tara's fingers jerked and thrust, sending her too over the edge.



"AH!" she exclaimed, then as her body shook her voice mirrored the gushing shuddering within her, "oh god yes baby yes in me so good oh yes so good so deep good yes, yes, yes... oh baby... oh... baby..."



"Baby," Tara whispered in reply, her eyes still closed. Willow moaned, then her lips closed into a grin.



"Ba-by," she sang softly, and felt Tara shake gently beneath her in a silent laugh.



"You're the best," they sang together, and chuckled. Tara opened her eyes and looked at Willow, who eased her body down and rested her head on Tara's shoulder.



"Do you..." she began tentatively.



"Wanna stay right here," Willow sighed, tensing her muscles to give Tara's embedded fingers a squeeze. Tara laughed her silken laugh again, and gave Willow an answering squeeze herself.



"Hmmm," Willow murmured happily. "I... I am, you know."



"What?" Tara asked softly.



"The spy who loves you," Willow replied.



"So do I, sweetie," Tara smiled, "I love you too."



-----

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[CaptMurdock]

I'll never be able to listen to that Carly Simon song without seeing Willow and Tara dancing in their underwear.



And it fits!



"Mayor Wilkins' only operative?" Uh-oh. Sounds like there's a wolverine in bunny clothing...



Can't wait for the next exciting chapter: "Shagging Like Bunnies"?

_________________



"Many such journeys are possible. Let me be your gateway."

[stillrunning]

That was just SOOOO great! I agree with CaptMurdock though. Never will I be able to listen to that song again without thinking of Willow and Tara dancing in their underwear. Maybe I'll use that one day, because that song was PERFECT for that part of the fic!



Also, at the very very beginning, you were describing the OZ Corp. building, and it made me think of this strip club by my house called 'OZ'. It's this really big building and its got a HUGE neon sign outside that says 'OZ'. But I just don't see your Daniel being the strip club kinda guy.



Great update!

[Artemis]

Hi Kittens/Bunnies/cute furry animals of whatever kind; hi CaptMurdock and Stillrunning, I'll do proper replies later on, this is just a quick note:



The song Tara and Willow sing ('Nobody Does It Better'), along with all the other James Bond movie title tracks, can be downloaded in MP3 format from this page here.

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[Lt Sticks]

*screaming with laughter*



Oh god. oh god. Hot and funny and oh god, Artemis, noone does funny smut better

I will Love You, Forever and a Day
If its only tears and pain, isnt it still worth the cost - Alison Krauss, That Kind of Love

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[wiccanbotanist]

I had some clever reply...something that was really funny that I wanted to point out, but now I've forgotten....cause that last bit. I rather enjoyed that and now I've forgotten pretty much everything...



You really are good at what you do! Keep more of the bunnies coming! (Pun included)



-wiccanbotanist

A sign seen in a botanist's front yard: "Please keep off the Bouteloua gracilis"

Sugas mea papilium (Suck my butterfly) - A Woman in Uniform by umgaynow

I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.

[meretricious]

wow, chris, you said at the beginning that this was going to be silly, and it is supremely silly in the best sense of the word. every update, i have such a big goofy grin on my face from the first word to the last that i have actual over-smile face pain at the end of it. i think this fic must be a reaction to your last g-rated fic, all of that smut built up in you and now you're working it out most wonderfully.~mary

you're dangerous, 'cause you're honest
you're dangerous, you don't know what you are U2

[Reallybigpineapple]

Thank you for making me a bunny!!! I am so honoured. I will hold the flag of smut always proudly flapping in the breeze!!

So, you're a guy, huh? Very interesting that the queen of Will/tara smut writing is a king. Well, I'm bi-sexual, so I guess my dream date would be you and Heather or Pipsberg or one of the other lovely ladies (or are they????) who totally seem like they know what to do to a naked woman, you know what I'm saying...

Ahhhh, well a Smut Bunny can dream, can't she...?

It makes me kind of sad that everyone seems to hate Oz so much, though. I really loved that character. I know he slept with The Wolf-Woman Named after a Foot Malady, but he had that whole wolf thing going on, and that can't have been easy...

Besides, he lost Willow, didn't he, and that must have sucked big time, especially since he lost her to Tara, who was so darned gorgeous you just can't compete...

Got to feel sorry for the bloke, really...

Right, the babble will end now! Hilariously funny, yeah to hot W/T loving and can't wait for the next update!!!

Thank you for my vicarious smootchies!!

Agent Pineapple Bunny (so exciting, getting to use that for the first time!)

[hermitfish]

Hi Chris...okay that was great. I mean I've always wondered how a clit clamp could be used in covert ops and you come through in a pinch (ouch, pun) to explain it to me. Being the dork I am, I actually already have the Bond themes and I put on the Carly Simon mp3 after reading the update...that song definitely has new meaning for me now. Kudos.



~Cyd

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I am the water to meet your sandy side

I am the water to wash the dirt aside

~TJF



Altered Shadows

Edited by: hermitfish at: 3/7/05 3:55 am

[WickedReds]

*picks up package... opens it up... see video tape*

Mmm i wonder... *reads label* Ahh!! yes hotel security tape!

*pushes A/V button. Wall moves to revel monitors*

*puts tape in and pushes play*

*Agent Wicked watches the screen carefully... Just as Tara and Willow's little smut dance comes on*

*eyes widen*

......



-Wicked Bunny



Meine Banane tanzt für Rußflocke 

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

Edited by: WickedReds at: 3/6/05 5:30 pm

[MissKittys Ball O Yarn]

*Singing* I wanna be a smut bunny too!





xoxo

Emms

[tarawhipped]

Wow, Chris...forget what I said before, now I CAN see Oz as the evil villain! The same stoicism that made him a stalwart hero of sorts work just as well to make him a creepy evil mastermind, though his choice of flunkies does leave something to be desired...I mean, really...Harmony??? I'm also agreed with Capt. Murdock...all clues point to one person as Oz's mysterious female associate, and it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to think she'd infiltrated the Bunnies for double-agent duty.



As for the Willow Tara lovin', that was just great! First off, you used my favorite Bond theme song. Secondly, and no offense to Roger Moore and Barbara Bach, but the image of Willow and Tara is just so much nicer. The scene itself was so different...hot, funny, loving. Nicely done as always Chris.



-Agent Whipped Bunny signing off

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

[xonethousandtears08x]

Finally! Aww that was really sweet how they sang to each other..Great update. More please..