Fanfic - How I Met Your Mother (UPDATED: May 26, 2012)

[wayland]

Hi Ariel,

Lots of great humour in this chapter.

This made me laugh:

Willow lifted her face and stared uncomprehendingly at her watch until she remembered how to tell time.

And Willow's attempts to squirm out of her dancing agreement:

“You were jealous when I danced with Carly.”

“I was being immature” Willow said quickly, “I see that now!”

Nicely done.

[Mgraham93]

Really enjoyed seeing jealous WIllow make a brief appearance as it lead to such a sweet conversation my favourite part being

Willow glanced up shyly, “You’re a great student,” she said softly and smiled her eager Willow-smile, “And I want to be a great student, too, straight-A’s in all things Taranian!”

Loved the build up to the performance with the campers helping to save the day from Finch's evil plan to unleash zombies on the world using her talent show of doom.

“No,” Devola was firm. “There can only be one!”

I pictured Devola doing a Sean Connery impression when she said that needless to say I was amused.

Fincheystrider definately made me laugh a few times this chapter. It was also nice that Cordelia didn't cause trouble this time although she's probably busy repairing the mean machine for her next attack.

[AstronSoul]

Great story, I fell out of my chair numerous times laughing. Now my ass hurts lol.
I do hope this is continued, this story has really found a place in my heart and I can't
wait to read more!

[Grimm]

Ariel, come back my friend!! Im all kinds of caught up on this wonderful fic. So, now i'm jonesing for an update. I loved Devola's channeling of her inner Highlander 'there can only be one'.... and I am really looking forward to reading about Cordelia in her good ship lolli pop outfit! I hope life is treating you well and I look forward to your return!!!!

[Finey_McFine]

SMGOVAN...DITTO!

[Ariel]

brave-little-toaster:

DIBS!
I know Tara's song! That got me all excited. And the Willow/Tara/Barn thing is really (really really really) sweet, I think it may be my new favorite ship, which is an accomplishment because previously my favorite ship was Willow/Tara/Paris (like the city). Every time they end up in the barn, we just get something soooooo cute out of them!

Congrats Dibs-master! And knowing Tara’s song – I think that makes two of us!
As to barn hotness, I am incredibly flattered and yes, there will be more in-Barn episodes to come (no pun intended).


Maggie AKA leonhart17:

Aww, go girls helping out Willow and Tara without even realizing it! Love it!

So glad you liked it! They love their counselors, more involvement coming!


zampsa19752001:

I loved their moment in the barn... I absolutely loved that their little campers joined in the Tara/Willow song/dance number.

Glad the barn worked! Young love can be pretty amazing, so can any kind of love, actually!

I kinda hope that the Resistance makes Bitch C poopular during her tapdance show. That would really ruin Bitch C's day...

The Great Indigokane is collaborating with me on Cordelia’s number. Let’s just say it will be an event to remember . . .


indigokane:

absolutely loving it!!!! but i'm still wondering how it is they haven't gotten caught with all the smooches.

So far Faith and friends have helped them, but they are starting to skate on thin ice . . .

And yes, you WILL get into mischief!


Rick AKA willowtaralover:

I love Willow scoring points off dogdelia for once YAY.

*YOINK!* “Dogdelia” is hilarious! Only who gets to call her that first? Any ideas?

Willow cleared her throat and attempted a dignified delivery. “Uh D.U.I.B., is uh Dancing Under the Influence of Breasts.” She cleared her throat again, “When I made that dance-y statement I was under the influence of Tara-breasts and not legally responsible for my actions.”

Hahahahahahahahahhahahahaha. Haven’t we all done a D.U.I.B at some point?
Absolutely!

“’Legally responsible’! Are you say my breasts are illegally sexy or something?”

I’ll say they are and did I just say that out loud???? I’m gonna go sit quietly in the corner and hope Willow doesn’t open a can of kick-ass on my butt lol. [/quote]
Uh oh, I’m hearing the whirring sound of an electric can opener . . . start running!

Yes, Devola sleeps about 4 – 6 hours a night, drives her parents crazy. She ends up watching TV a lot, some of which is entirely inappropriate for a kid her age. (not porn, but scary sometimes)

Check my comment to Paow just below. I sing a bit and your voice really can sound different, especially when a person doesn’t know your voice well and you’re singing in a different key and tempo.


ContriQ AKA Paow:

I was going to leave feedback way long ago, but my brother had his birthday party today, and I was there doing the helpful big sister thing. Lemme tell ya something, 11 eight year olds high on sugar and caffeine(cola & pepsi), that's something that you just wanna live to tell about once in a lifetime.

Hey, I’m still shaking with terror three months later!

You’re right, Mrs. Finch is clueless BUT a fast song in a lower key really can sound different. But can they keep up the pretense with rehearsals coming?

That was one awesone scene in the barn.

Thank you, W/T inspires me like they do for all of us!


Wimpy:
Really glad you liked the kids helping them with the number! I get to see it in my mind’s eye, but it would have been fun to see it for real – thanks for the kind words.

Willow lifted her face and stared uncomprehendingly at her watch until she remembered how to tell time. She stared up at Tara, “We have almost sixteen minutes!”
Absolutely perfect, and about damn time. Quickies are so much fun! Happy anniversary, indeed.

I completely agree. As to your request for “more soon, please” I blew the ‘soon’ but this is definitely ‘more’ like almost 20 pages and YES I have written ahead and will update weekly! Forgive me, Mighty Softballer!


Shelby AKA Finey_McFine:
On Mrs. Finch, dabbing at her tears, you wrote:

Oh good grief! She should be a contestant on Ru Paul's Drag Race...what a drama queen!

- Amazing as usual, girlfriend!

we’ve never actually exchanged the sacred vows of girl-friendyness
I think those are outlined in 'The Lesbian Handbook' right before you sign the contract for your membership card.

– You did it again - Hilarious!

Everything, Willow. The beat of your heart, the music of your breathing, how you moved and tensed and sighed how you swelled and flowed. Then the hitch in your breathing, the stillness that instant before you ‘melted’ - the waves breaking in your body and your pulse beating against my fingers when I was moving inside you.
Tara thoughts...perfect! This was my favorite part of the chapter right here and summed things up perfectly.

As an expert on all things Willow, I am truly glad that Willow’s jealousy worked for you and that you see their love as believable.

Finally, thank you for posting TWICE to get me up off my butt and writing!!! You bring a lot of love and encouragement to so many of us – many, many thanks!


BlondCavalier:

I just got back from an art museum where I saw a painting by van Gogh of a woman who had yellowish skin, a green dress, and, of course a hand stretched across her "ample bosom" and she totally cried out to me "Mrs. Finch!"

Part of me wants you to e-mail the pic and another is strangely frightened . . .

It was so cute how Willow described the sacred vows of girl-friendlyness to Tara, and and I LOVED the scene in the barn!! It was SOOOOOO sexy and romantic and it was the PERFECT way for the girls to be celebrating their annniverary I'm starting to think of barns in a whole new light! Happy Anniversary Willow and Tara!!! And I sure get your reference, as to why this chapter is called "Singing"

You’ve warmed my heart!

I also like D.U.I.B.- Dancing Under the Influence of Breasts- I've done it on several occasions myself, hee hee

I think you, Rick, and I all have some confessing to do . . . *smirk*

And yes, Mouse with her bowl haircut and big brown eyes is pretty cute and of course she adores Willow, so you have to love her for that, too! And yes, I will do my best to keep the story going NOT by neglecting to post again, but by working through their story! Thanks for reading!


Clare AKA Wayland:

Lots of great humour in this chapter.

This made me laugh:
Willow lifted her face and stared uncomprehendingly at her watch until she remembered how to tell time.

And Willow's attempts to squirm out of her dancing agreement:
“You were jealous when I danced with Carly.”

“I was being immature” Willow said quickly, “I see that now!”

nicely done.

Thank you so very much. I love “Donegal Street,” truly amazing writing and I sincerely appreciate your e-mails and encouragement!


Mgraham93:

Loved the build up to the performance with the campers helping to save the day from Finch's evil plan to unleash zombies on the world using her talent show of doom.

Hey, I see a show idea – Willow and Tara and Zombies. Wait . . . I think they may have done that show already! You’re funny! Thanks for the giggles and grins!

Fincheystrider definately made me laugh a few times this chapter. It was also nice that Cordelia didn't cause trouble this time although she's probably busy repairing the mean machine for her next attack.

Glad you liked Devola’s “There can only be one”. Mrs. Finch will once again shine in this episode while you’ll be glad to see that Cordelia’s mean machine is in fine working order. Hey, do you have psychic powers?


AstronSoul:

Great story, I fell out of my chair numerous times laughing. Now my ass hurts lol. I do hope this is continued, this story has really found a place in my heart and I can't
wait to read more!

Thanks so much! Your comments really put a shine on my day. As to laughing and falling out of your chair, fasten your seatbelt – you’re in for a bumpy flight (especially the NEXT installment which is ready to go). And THANK YOU for “A Proposal Plan” which I’ve posted on and will post on again!


SMGOVAN:

Ariel, come back my friend!! Im all kinds of caught up on this wonderful fic. So, now i'm jonesing for an update. I loved Devola's channeling of her inner Highlander 'there can only be one'.... and I am really looking forward to reading about Cordelia in her good ship lolli pop outfit!

Really appreciated the note and the PM, so GREAT to hear from you and know you still care about the story. I have done LOTS of work on upcoming chapters and will NOT fail again! And yes, Cordelia’s moment will come, but for now watch out – the viper strikes!

[Ariel]

Big apologies for the long delay between posts. I needed money and got a job performing weekends from mid-June through early September – 7 day a week work THEN I got very sick with the flu. So thanks to Shelby, Clare, Tina, and SMGOVAN for encouraging me to write again. I’ve written ahead and will do better, I promise! As usual, feedback is golden, thanks!

Title: How I Met Your Mother*
Author: Ariel
Email: blaziak@yahoo.com
Feedback: All feedback welcomed, specific input appreciated, harsh on me via PM
Rating: PG-13 for W/T light love, ratings can change on various posts
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I love to take them for a ride!
Disclaimer: Actual statistics from the UCLA Bruins are used but the character of the Head Coach is entirely fictitious and not intended to resemble the real person in any way except by an incredible record!!! (This is to respect the KB rules about using celebrities, not in any way to disrespect a great coach!)
Summary: A/U before season 1, the summer after Willow's freshman year with a large dose of Queen Cordelia at her bitchy best and teen-aged angst.
Special Thanks to Wimpy, for sharing hitting advice and some of her softball team’s rituals, more to come later.


*not related to the sit-com of the same name



Part 39: Secret Weapon


They all hurried back to their table and sat down to see Carly, Lawanna, Hallie, and Jennilee stand up. Carly picked up the mike confidently, “We’re doing a medley with “Food” from “Oliver,” then “The Hallelujah Chorus” and finishing with “Popular” and “Defying Gravity” from “Wicked.”


They sang snatches from each of the four selections; Carly’s voice was a strong, clear alto while Jennilee had a lovely soprano voice. Meanwhile Hallie bobbed and weaved in the back, blushing furiously and trying to remain hidden while Lawanna stood as if determined to endure the torture without moving or crying out. The singing from Carly and Jennilee was good, but the juxtaposition of songs was not well received.


Mrs. Finch cleared her throat. “Well, Carly, that was certainly,” she paused, “Interesting.”


Carly grinned, unfazed by Mrs. Finch’s obvious lack of enthusiasm. “Thanks! We’re going to come up with new lyrics so we’re just working on the melodies today.”


“A lovely idea. Maybe instead of “Food, glorious food” you could sing, ‘Camp, glorious Camp’ or something inspirational like that.”


Carly’s grin widened. “Or something like that. It’ll be unforgettable, Mrs. Finch! Trust me.”


Mrs. Finch smiled, “And please, persuade your father to play for us. His music really adds to the show.”


“I’ll do that.” Carly and Jennilee turned to sit down and found that Lawanna and Hallie had fled the scene before the final note had died and were already seated. Carly walked over and leaned in close to share a private, wicked grin with her friends. “Count on it,” she whispered, “Our number will be the hit of the evening.”


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Willow smiled at Tara, still rejoicing in the simple fact that she was breathing normally and her heart was beating at a reasonable pace.


Tara smiled back and reached under the table to clasp Willow’s hand. “Thank you,” was all she said, but her eyes were shining and Willow felt a sudden lump in her throat and swallowed before she answered, “It was for you, baby;” and Willow was rewarded with another tender smile.


Then Towanda cleared her throat and they were back in the midst of their chattering campers, each with ideas to make their cabin’s number the best one in the show.


Connie leaned forward eagerly. “So Debbie and I can hula dance in, one from each side.”


Devola bounced in her seat, “And Mouse and I can do a monkey dance!”


Mouse slipped her hand into Veronica’s, “And Veronica can try to catch us and chase us around.”


Devola gave Mouse a good natured push on the shoulder, “That’s great! It’ll be funny!”


Towanda spoke, “And Betts and I will point at the letters so everyone can watch as we sing.”


Lisa frowned. “The song is kind of short.”


There were nods of agreement from the kids.


Devola stood up, “Sing it two times, then!”


For an instant, Willow and Tara exchanged fearful glances, then they relaxed and agreed. It would be okay.


Then voices in the dining hall gradually stilled, a woman they had never seen before stepped inside, smiling in a friendly way and looking around. Suddenly Hallie jumped to her feet and saluted. “Ma’am, yes Ma’am!” Hallie blushed furiously and almost tripped over the bench as she clambered awkwardly over it to race towards the woman.


Then they heard a small gasp. Lawanna, famous for never losing her cool, had slumped on the bench and was gasping.


Tara swung her legs over their bench and rushed over, Willow right beside her. “Lawanna? Are you okay?”


Lawanna stared at her wide-eyed and breathless. “Her. Her who, I mean do you know who she is?”


Tara shook her head.


“That’s Suzuki Winn, the head coach of the UCLA Bruins softball team! They were only the Women’s College World Series champs more times than I can count! They hit 14 homeruns in 2010, doubled the home run record. She only coached the greatest catcher in women’s softball history and a pair of champion pitchers!”


Willow furrowed her brow in concentration. “Is she like Babe Ruth that girl from the Olympics?”


Lawanna began laughing hysterically and got her long legs over the bench to begin a running stagger that landed her next to Hallie who had recovered her poise and was talking eagerly to the Coach.


Cordelia walked up to Tara and Willow, still standing near Lawanna’s table. “My secret weapon,” she said softly. “My dad is quite a Bruin’s booster. He’s giving money to the club and to her softball camp, too.” Cordelia leaned in; her dark eyes alight with malice. “She’s here to coach my team.” She smiled contemptuously at Tara and Willow, “Not that we really need it to beat your crowd of losers.” She took in their expression of stunned surprise. “Nervous, much? You should be.” Then she spun on her heel and sauntered off to greet the coach.


Meanwhile Mrs. Finch had joined the crowd at the doorway. “Welcome, Coach Winn, welcome to Camp Pine Ridge. It is very generous of you to come out to help our girls.”


The coach smiled, “We run a girl’s softball camp for kids 9 to 18 at UCLA over the summer and I love working with kids; besides Mr. Chase is a long time booster and very generous to our Athletics program. I was glad to do him a favor.”


Cordelia smiled and took Coach Winn’s arm. “Mrs. Finch,” she said smoothly, “You don’t mind if we used the field until dinner.”


Faith stepped forward, “We booked it, Cordelia!”


Mrs. Finch frowned, “Faith, Coach Winn is our guest. I’m sure there’s something you can be attending to in the kitchen!”


Cordelia smirked at Faith, then smiled innocently at Coach Winn. “This is Faith Lehane, our dishwasher.” She paused, “I forgot. She also hauls out the garbage. Oh wait, she’s also the coach of the other team for seven year olds.”


Coach Winn glanced sharply at Cordelia, then turned away and smiled at Faith, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you. I did my share of dishes working in the dorm cafeteria!” She looked at her hands and grinned, “I think all that hot water made it hurt less when I caught line drives!”


Faith grinned back. “Never thought of that.”


“Perhaps you and your team could share the field with us. We could match the teams up, and have them work together in different combinations to build their skills.”


Cordelia cleared her throat and looked intently at Mrs. Finch, who put a hand on Faith’s shoulder. “Thank you, Coach, for your generous offer, but Faith has a great deal of work to do.” She nodded at Faith, “Don’t let us keep you from your work any longer.”


“Yes, thank you, Coach.” Cordelia smiled mockingly at Faith, “It’s too bad that Faith is just sooo busy!”


Faith glared briefly at Cordelia, then left to do her usual mountain of dishes.


Cordelia turned to smile sweetly at Hallie and Lawanna. “Would you mind getting the softball equipment? Why don’t you set it up, then you can stay and watch the practice if you want.”


Lawanna and Hallie nodded eagerly, crashing into each other as they raced out to the sports shed to begin gathering equipment. The opportunity to watch a coach of this caliber work was well worth hauling equipment and laying out the field for Cordelia.


Willow and Tara, meanwhile, had returned to their table.


Towanda said it first, “My moms love softball. I’ve seen that lady on TV, she’s about the best softball coach in the world.”


“So what?” Devola said loudly, “We have a secret weapon, too, you know!”


Connie rolled her eyes. “Like what?”


Devola’s voice was confident, “Like magic. We’re gonna use magic and brains and figure out a way to beat them. So start thinking!”


Faith had caught Devola’s comments as she walked back in from the kitchen to collect another load of dishes. “That’s it. Let’s get it going on. So practice at 2:00, just like we said.”


Willow looked up. “But they have the field.”


“They have the new field. So we got the old one. No worries.”


Connie and Debbie groaned in unison. “That field’s a hundred miles away.”


Faith looked at them. “About half a mile.”


Lisa looked confused. “But they have all the equipment.”


Faith looked around. “Anyone bring a bat? Glove? Ball? Okay, two bats, five gloves and three balls. That’ll work.” She grinned at them. “Nothing beats the Reds! See you at 2:00 out on the field.”


Everyone nodded and Faith left with Tara jumping up to run after her. Tara caught Faith inside the kitchen. “Faith, did you get Willow’s present for me? Today is our anniversary.”


Faith shook her head, caught Tara’s obvious disappointment and felt her face flush with anger. “Goddam it, T! Mrs. Finch is on me like white on rice. She is always busting my ass. I know I said I’d get it, but I just couldn’t, okay! I serve the food, clean tables, do dishes, help with riding, coach your kids and play watchdog for you and Red! Sorry I fucked up on being your personal shopper!”


Tara jerked away as if she’d been slapped. “Faith, I – I’m sorry. W-we’re sorry.” Tara swallowed, “Do you w-want to quit the riding program or quit coaching?”


Faith lifted her chin, “Why? You want me out?” She narrowed her eyes at Tara, “You want me gone? Just say it, T. Don’t bullshit me.”


Tara dropped her eyes, took a deep breath and looked up, seeing the hurt behind Faith’s angry gaze. “We w-want you to stay. You’re great at riding and softball.” Her smile was shy, “And you’re my best friend at camp.” Tara ducked her head.


There was a strained silence, then Faith blew an exasperated breath upwards. “I hate it when you do that. Like you’re waiting for me to belt you or something.” Her voice softened and she looked away, “I’d never hurt you, Tara, not you.” She met Tara’s eyes, “Look, T. I’m just tired.” She offered an attempt at her usual cocky grin and swallowed to get her voice back under control, “Hey, if you’re dumb enough to say I’m your best friend then I guess you deserve what you get.” She looked at Tara and this time her smile was genuine. “Now get out of here, T. I got a date with some dishes and a softball team after that!”


Tara leaned in and surprised Faith with a quick hug before she hurried back out to the dining hall and spoke firmly to their kids. “Faith needs help doing dishes so she can make it out to our practice.”


Devola groaned, “But Saturday is laundry day, too. By the time we all do laundry AND clean up here we’ll all be late for practice!”


Willow and Tara exchanged glances and Willow spoke up. “I’m all with loving the laundry life. How about we divide the group and half of us do everyone’s laundry and the other half helps out Faith here?”


Mouse’s voice was eager, “Can we play the ‘Wicked Queen Game’?”


Tara grinned, “Sure, and it’ll be really busy in the castle today!”


Devola spoke up, “So who gets stuck doing laundry?” Her eyes lit up, “Hey, let’s play pirates like the laundry bags are our booty and treasure and stuff! We can jump off the dryers and say we’re walking the plank.”


There was enthusiastic agreement with Towanda, Devola, Connie, Debbie and Lisa opting to be pirates with Captain Red while Bettina, Kate, Veronica, and Mouse decided to stay with Tara in the Wicked Queen’s castle.


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They walked out to the far field, Devola chattering happily about swordfights with dirty socks and Mouse laughing about how she had stuck her tongue out at the Wicked Queen.


Meanwhile, Faith pulled Willow and Tara in close and whispered, “Okay. Cordy handed us crap, nothing new there. So we’ll flip it over. Gather ‘em up, I have an idea.”


Tara grinned, loving Faith’s confidence. “Sure, coach!”


Willow nodded agreement and they gathered the kids together as Faith took charge.


“Okay, I’ll be having a skull session with each of you.”


Mouse looked confused. “What’s that?”


Devola tried to be helpful, “I think it’s a dead guy’s head. It stares out at you and sometimes it talks on Halloween.”


Faith shook her head; Devola was always 50/50 on making her laugh and bugging the hell out of her, but she respected the kid’s brains. Then Faith knelt down, beckoned to Mouse and smiled as the little girl walked over to her.


“A ‘skull session’ is where we think together and make a plan to win.”


“Okay,” Mouse smiled, “I’ll have one!”


Faith let a smile linger for an instant before straightening.


“The rest of you, work on hitting and catching pop-ups and grounders while you wait for your turn with me.” She looked at Tara and Willow, explained the set up for the drill. Then her gaze singled out Towanda, “You’re first, come on!”


Faith led Towanda far enough away not to be overheard and they sat on the grass facing each other. “Okay, Towanda, like I said, you’re captain.” Faith saw Towanda straighten proudly. “Not so fast, kid. You gotta be a good captain so listen up. First, you call every play every time a kid comes up to bat.”


Towanda looked confused.


“Like you did in the last game, when you said ‘runner on third, force on first and second.’ You did right, but a great captain does it every time. Got it?”


Towanda nodded.


“Good, so every time you practice from now until the game you call the play and I mean every time. Got it?”


“Yeah! What will you do if I forget?”


Faith sighed impatiently, “Kid, never ask ‘what if’ on screwing up. Just do it right and think about doing it right. You won’t be perfect but you’ll be close enough to make it count. Got it?”


Towanda nodded eagerly.


“Next, a great captain knows the team and everybody on it. What each girl is good at and needs help with. She reads her teams.” She met Towanda’s eyes. “So, can you do that?”


“Yeah,” Towanda swallowed then lifted her chin, “I can do it!”


“Okay, on to you as a player. Hitting is great, nothing to change. But remember, once the pitch leaves your hand, you’re an infielder so come right down off that mound and be ready to make a play! Any questions?”


Towanda shook her head.


“Okay.” Faith scooted closer and put a hand on Towanda’s shoulder. “There’s a lot on you for this game, kid, but I know you can do it. Come to me if you have questions or to talk strategy. Got it?”


Towanda’s eyes were round with excitement. “Yeah!”


“Okay, now send Debbie. Oh yeah, send her with a bat and a ball, I’ll try some mano-a-mano batting, see if I can tighten it up.”


“’mano-a-mano’?”


“One on one, kid. Now go, I haven’t got all day!”


Towanda grinned and raced off.


Faith talked with Debbie, confirmed her suspicions that the girl had no experience, and worked with her on batting. With Connie, she commended her on her psych out of Tizzie and her sliding ability, then went on to some fine tuning. Kate was reminded to call her balls when fielding and given some tips on blocking out the pitcher.


Devola was commended for her psych out ability, cautioned about sportsmanship, and given a batting work out. She also got tips on catching and base running and Faith made a note to get her some one-on-one help to improve her technique in all three areas. Faith then sat and got an earful of Devola’s game strategies which included everything from cheerleading to voodoo magic and finished with her vision of the team marching in as an army. Faith shook her head and grinned; she had to love that kind of enthusiasm.


Lisa sat easily and listened closely to Faith’s analysis of her style and weaknesses. She nodded and accepted the suggestions.


“So, Lisa. I want you as Towanda’s back-up. If she doesn’t call the play every time someone comes up to bat, then you call it. Work with her so the bases are coached, help her with one-on-ones during practices and before the game.”


“Why me?”


“Because you got what she doesn’t. You’re into people, friendly, they like you. You’re both leaders but with different styles. A team works best with both. You good with that?”


Lisa smiled and nodded, “Sure.”


Faith smiled back, “Now get me Veronica.”


Faith looked up to see Veronica walk over listlessly and sit down about ten feet away.


“Scoot in closer.”


“Why?”


Faith frowned, “Because I don’t want to ruin my beautiful voice yelling across the Grand ‘mooning’ Canyon. Now scoot in!”


Veronica inched closer, read Faith’s impatient expression, and moved in until they were about three feet apart.


“Good.” She looked Veronica up and down appraisingly for a long moment until the girl flushed and looked away. When she spoke, her voice was soft, “You’re dogging it, Veronica.”


“What do you mean?”


“You know. You’re holding back, you’re out there playing crappy when you could be playing great.”


“How do you know?” Veronica asked defensively.


“Look, that throw to second in the last game? You side armed it on the move. That’s practice, lots of practice. Batting, you took two balls then struck out on the next three pitches. The way you stand, the whole deal. Look, I don’t need a confession, I do need you to cut the crap and do your best. Got it?”


Veronica twisted her fingers in her lap and kept her head down.


“Hey, kid, come on. I’m not the enemy. I’m helping your team win and I want you to help them, too.”


Veronica tensed and refused to look up.


“Hey, listen up, kid. I’m talking to you!”


Veronica raised her chin sharply and glared at Faith. “I don’t have to listen to you! You’re not a real coach! You work in the kitchen!”


Faith felt herself flush with anger, “You’re gonna listen to this, Veronica! You got no right to hold this team back! Hey, I think the Queens are garbage but at least every one of them is out there doing her best for the team. There’s a word for screwing up a game on purpose and it’s called ‘cheating’.” She leaned in close, “Are you a cheater, Veronica?”


Veronica glared back and folded her arms.


“I said, ‘Are you a cheater, Veronica’?”


They locked eyes, both breathing hard. Then Faith took a deep breath and broke the silence. She spoke quietly.


“You could be great, Veronica.”


Veronica remained immobile, her shoulders hunched.


“I mean it, you could be so great.” She sighed, “Okay, take off and get me Mouse.”


Mouse skipped up and sat right down on Faith’s lap, disarming her completely. Faith glanced around, hoping no one noticed, and furtively returned the little girl’s hug.


“Mouse, who’s your best friend?”


The little girl didn’t hesitate, “Veronica!”


“Okay, but Veronica is dogging it at the games!”


Mouse was confused, “We’re getting a dog for Veronica?” She looked up at Faith and smiled eagerly, “Can we get a kitten, too? I like kittens best!”


Faith grinned. “No, ‘dogging it’ is just a way of saying Veronica isn’t playing her best. She’s playing bad on purpose.”


Mouse’s mouth opened in surprise, then she frowned. “She better quit it!”


Faith nodded, “I tried to talk to her, but she took off.” Faith held Mouse’s hand and looked into her eyes. “Mouse, we can win this game if everyone plays their best. Talk to her, okay? She might listen to you.”


The little girl frowned, “I’ll go right now!” Then she ran off, short legs pumping.


Faith grinned and shouted, “Get me Bettina!”


Faith took in Bettina’s solid build and the determined set to the little girl’s face, “Okay, B. You should be belting them out of the ballpark. What’s the hold up?”


Bettina leaned closer, not sure that she’d heard correctly. “What?”


Faith leaned closer, “I said that you could be a slugger but you keep striking out. What’s the problem?”


Bettina shrugged, clearly frustrated. “I got on twice, first time from getting hit with the ball then that lucky hit I just got.”


“Hey, a hit’s a hit, kid! Give yourself some credit. Still, let’s try some batting practice.”


Faith realized at once that Bettina shut her eyes and swung furiously. But even pointing it out didn’t help Bettina break the habit.


“Hey, kid? Who do you hate?”


“Huh?”


“For real. Who do you hate? Is it your mom, your dad, brother or sister?”


“Cordelia.” Bettina’s heavy brows furrowed, “I hate Cordelia!”


Faith’s smile lit up her face. “Then let’s get her!”


*************************************************


Mrs. Finch stood in the center of the Dining Hall, her voice carrying easily to all four corners as she announced a counselor’s meeting after dinner.


Willow rolled her eyes and Tara offered the pink tip of an out-thrust tongue then they sighed and walked over to the familiar circle of chairs, smiling again as they held hands and scooted closer. Then Mrs. Finch sat down to address her staff. “As you know from your constant perusal of our camp manual, all electronic devices such as cell phones, laptops, and I-Pods are forbidden at Camp Pine Ridge with the exception of brief uses of e-mail to communicate with parents. Our purpose here is to commune with nature, create a camp family, and build character. This does NOT occur when someone is hunched over a cell phone texting to friends or plugged into music of a questionable nature. That being said, there is a package for you, Jennilee which has arrived in an I-Pod box. Please open it now so that I may confiscate it immediately if it actually is an I-Pod.”


Jennilee glanced at Mrs. Finch and coolly took the box. “It’s from my grandmother.” She opened the box, pushed aside tissue paper and removed a polished, oval stone with the words, “Jesus is Lord” carved and painted on its surface. Without a word, she passed it around the circle and it finally came to Mrs. Finch, who contemplated it with an unaccustomed blush adorning her face.


Mrs. Finch cleared her throat. “A beautiful message. Well, there you are. We’ve ah refreshed our memory on camp policy while also receiving a bit of spiritual uplift.”


Jennilee smirked, “That’s my granny. She was the mainstay of the First Baptist Choir of Cataloochee, South Carolina.”


Mrs. Finch got up and returned the stone to Jennilee who carefully replaced in its box, covering it once more with tissue paper. She gazed with apparent innocence at Mrs. Finch. “Is that all?”


Mrs. Finch cleared her throat again. “Uh yes it is. Thank you, Jennilee. You may go, I mean you may all go. We’re done.”


Tara and Willow exchanged grins with Jennilee and Carly, noting that many of the counselors were smiling as they rose to leave the meeting. A moment later Jennilee beckoned mysteriously and led them both carefully around to the unoccupied side of the Dining Hall. Then she faced them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders and pulling them even closer.


“Hey, Y’all. Faith told Carly about you having a little party and it not working out. Carly couldn’t help so she asked me if I could do something to make it special for you.”


Willow’s eyes widened and Tara’s mouth opened as they stared wordlessly back.


Jennilee smiled and offered the box, “So here it is. Go ahead and use it for your party.”


Tara and Willow looked at each other, utterly at a loss for words. Finally Tara managed to break the silence.


“J-Jennilee, thank you for th-thinking of us, but w-we weren’t exactly pl-planning to pray.”


Willow took a sharp breath, revving up her motor now that Tara had broken the ice. “And I know that you and I have never actually talked about religion but I’m Jewish. I mean, I do the whole Menorah candle-y Hanukkah thing and Passover, too. I kind of hate gefilte fish, but I love matzo ball soup but food isn’t religion so I guess it doesn’t count. Anyway, maybe I’m not exactly all with the Jewish but I’m definitely not jumping with the Jesus either. No offense! I mean walking on water rocks, but it’s not my path, you know?”


Jennilee’s jaw dropped in stunned surprise then she erupted into laughter. She threw an arm around each girl’s neck, pulling them even closer as her knees bent. She barely managed to remain standing while both girls were inadvertently pulled face down into her stupendously big boobs and were gasping for breath. Tara managed to turn her head sideways to breathe while Willow dropped her nose into Jennilee’s cleavage, hoping to find a functioning air shaft.


Finally the laughter stopped and Jennilee managed to stand up, releasing her hold and allowing the girls to step back and catch their breath. “No,” she giggled, “Not the rock. The I-Pod underneath it.” She removed the tissue paper, lifted the empty plastic molding for the I-Pod and showed the device, along with earphones and a manual, hidden underneath, taped securely to the bottom of the box. Jennilee scanned the accompanying note quickly and smiled. “So my Granny is a tech-wizard, took a computer class and never looked back. I told her about the camp policy and she did it up right. Anyway, she says she has it cued up to one of her favorite love songs, so I’m lending it to you for tonight. Either of you have an I-Pod?”


Willow and Tara both shook their heads.


“Well, just press this one spot and use the wheel on the side to adjust volume and my granny’s favorite love song will be there for you. Save it for me, okay? I want to find out what she picked.”


The young lovers smiled their thanks and Jennilee grinned back mischievously, “You sure about the praying now, Tara? No ‘Oh Gods’ or ‘Hallelujahs’ tonight?”


Tara blushed beet red while Willow stood patiently, wondering if Jennilee’s remark was an example of Christian humor. A moment later, Tara stumbled through a second round of thanks and tugged Willow away by the elbow. “The kids must still be out playing tag. What time is it?”


Willow glanced at her watch, “Two hours and forty-six minutes.”


“What?”


Willow blushed and stared sheepishly at her watch. “I meant that we’ll be alone in two hours and forty-six minutes, based on a reasonable average of previous bed-times.”


Tara slid an arm around her lover’s waist and hugged Willow close. “And I guess that’s all the time-telling that really counts.”


Willow nodded happily and checked again, “Make that two hours and forty-five minutes!”


The two lovers smiled at each other.


*************************************************


Finally the campfire ended, bedtime hygiene was over, and all their girls were in bed. Willow jammed the back of the chair tightly under the doorknob, triple checked its security, then rushed over to lock the door. Without speaking, they both hurried into their usual sleepwear then Tara lit their candle.


Willow turned back from folding her clothes and saw Tara’s hair, a river of gold swaying on her back as she turned to face Willow.


Willow swallowed, standing still for a long moment as candlelight kissed her face into a rosy glow.


Their eyes met.


Then Tara pulled the I-Pod from her pocket, fumbling a bit, and Willow stepped forward. Together they attached the earphones to the I-Pod and each fitted herself with an ear-bud. There was a hush between them and Willow hit the button as they glided into each other’s arms.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=berL-80EPmg


A few moments later, the last notes of “You Belong to Me” had stilled into silence, but the two girls still swayed in each other’s arms.


“We’ll be grown up like that someday,” Willow murmured, “Like adults, total adults who are 25 years old and know everything. We’ll travel.”


Tara sighed, loving the feel of Willow’s breath against her neck.


“But we’ll travel together.” Willow’s voice began to rise to an eager whisper. “We’ll go an archeological digs or into space and go all adventure-y!” Then Willow’s voice softened to the faintest of shy whispers, “But wherever we go, we’ll belong to each other.” Her voice faltered, “I mean we will if you want to, too. Because I want to, you know, belong to you.”


Tara felt the happy tears like warm kisses on her cheeks – half promise and half passion. She kissed the top of Willow’s head and Willow pressed herself closer as Tara tightened their embrace.


They moved together for a while, still wrapped in the moment then one of their girls gave a grunting snort in her sleep and they stifled giggles and stepped apart.


Suddenly Willow grabbed Tara’s wrist and dragged her over so that they tumbled onto their bed together, still stifling their laughter. Then the candlelight worked its magic and another silence fell between them.


Suddenly there was a sharp indrawn breath and Willow’s very skin seemed luminous with suppressed eagerness. She leaned forward conspiratorially until she and Tara’s foreheads were only inches apart. Her whisper was an eager hiss, warm against Tara’s lips, “I want to do something, something non-geeky, just this once. You know, something wild and sophisticated. Something like girls in New York City do, girls who have been up all night party-hopping with famous people in nightclubs and penthouses and taking taxi-cabs and everything. Something wicked, kind of . . .” Her gaze slid out of focus while she considered the possibilities, then her eyes lit up green like traffic lights. “I’ve got it!” She leaned in even closer until they were forehead to forehead. “They thought I was asleep, Jesse and Xander. I mean I was, you know, asleep but I woke up and I didn’t tell them I was awake. I let them talk while I listened and they told me everything.” She seemed to taste the word in her mouth, and said it again more slowly, “Ev-ry-thing.”


Tara’s eyes were wide, “Everything about what?”


Willow nodded quickly. “What we’re going to do. The last crazy-sexy-wild-sophisticated thing we’re doing tonight to celebrate our anniversary.”


Tara leaned in so close she felt like she was doing the Vulcan mind-meld between their foreheads. “What?”


“We’re going to play strip poker.”


Ariel
How I Met Your Mother

[AstronSoul]

DIBS!

Tara managed to turn her head sideways to breathe while Willow dropped her nose into Jennilee’s cleavage, hoping to find a functioning air shaft.

From that point on, I am rolling OMG so funny!!! So great to have friends who are so thoughtful at camp, perfect song for Will and Tara. The words fit them like a glove, and the promise to each other to belong to each other always something I cherish in stories. (We need that kind of stuff in real life sometimes)

Great Job!



AstronSoul

[Grimm]

Your back!!!! Whoop whoop..... Okay, lets get the obligatory Cordelia bashing out of the way... What a F*cking Biyatch. I'm glad the coach wasnt blind to her not so subtle taunts about Faith being the hired help (Finch was no better really). I have mixed emotions about moroni *coughs* I mean Veronica. I knew she was going to be a stud (a great player). However, I also knew she was dogging it during the games... Maybe she really is a Chase thru and thru right down to her dark little core. Time will tell.... Willow is soooooooo adorably clueless. Did she really think Jennilee’s remark was an example of Christian humor? Adorable.

[leonhart17]

Love Faith's coaching style! It's great! And the girls celebration idea sounds fun! Can't wait! Glad you're back!

[zampsa19752001]

Welcome Back!

Yay for great update-y goodness... Bitch C's antics with the visiting Coach really pissed me off... I truly hope that Mouse convinces Veronica to really join with the Reds to beat Bitch C... Can't wait for Willow's & Tara's private party...

[wimpy0729]

Oh Thank God you're back! I'm so glad you didn't forget about us.

And yet again, Cordelia manages to be even a bigger bitch than she was. Bringing in that coach really was a low move, and of course, Finch was just as low as she was for going along with it. But I must say I like the coach's attitude regarding Faith, so that was cool. Can't wait to see what happens with all of that.

I really loved Faith's coaching of the girls. lol Picturing Cordelia's face should prove very interesting. I'm so excited! lol

And strip poker? Oh boy.

More soon please, and again, glad to have you back.


Wimpy

[beautiful_love]

So glad you're back and feeling better. I was worried there for a bit that you were abandoning this story.

So once again Cordelia is such a... well there aren't words. She's just so Cordelia. That's about the worst insult I can come up with. Hoping the coach doesn't buy into her bull shit act.

I liked how Faith talked to all the girls, giving them some help and encouragement. It was nice to see the "softer side of Faith."

Loved the whole thing with the ipod. Very creative. Definitely looking forward to more. Hopefully sooner than later.

[willowtaralover]

Hi Ariel It’s good to see you writing again.

As to the ‘Dogdelia’ I think it would be either Faith or Devola who would say that and I think they would both say it to her face though Devola may get scared when Cordy starts to threaten her.

Carly walked over and leaned in close to share a private, wicked grin with her friends. “Count on it,” she whispered, “Our number will be the hit of the evening.”

Hmm, now what is Carly planning and is it going to be aimed at. My money’s on Cordy and
(Dis)Harmony.

Is it even legal for Cordelia to be able to get the head coach for a major softball team to train a bunch of girls at summer camp, Something seriously screwed up there.

“Perhaps you and your team could share the field with us. We could match the teams up, and have them work together in different combinations to build their skills.”

Cordelia cleared her throat and looked intently at Mrs. Finch, who put a hand on Faith’s shoulder. “Thank you, Coach, for your generous offer, but Faith has a great deal of work to do.” She nodded at Faith, “Don’t let us keep you from your work any longer.”
Evil fricking bitches, still I think Cordelia is gonna be on the wrong side of Ms Winn.


Faith shook her head, caught Tara’s obvious disappointment and felt her face flush with anger. “Goddam it, T! Mrs. Finch is on me like white on rice. She is always busting my ass. I know I said I’d get it, but I just couldn’t, okay! I serve the food, clean tables, do dishes, help with riding, coach your kids and play watchdog for you and Red! Sorry I fucked up on being your personal shopper!”

Wow, this is a bit of a shocker coming from Faith who’s usually been pretty free and easy in the past, but I like the way that Tara deals with it diplomatically and tells Faith she’s her best friend, which I can easily believe.


There was enthusiastic agreement with Towanda, Devola, Connie, Debbie and Lisa opting to be pirates with Captain Red while Bettina, Kate, Veronica, and Mouse decided to stay with Tara in the Wicked Queen’s castle.

Ha ha ha ha nice reference there lol. I guess this means that I’m gonna have to return it somehow. Maybe have Mouse as a cabin girl in the sequel.

I know absolutely zilch about softball but I loved Devola’s interpretation of a ‘skull session. “And sometimes on Halloween it talks,” brilliant.

“Good.” She looked Veronica up and down appraisingly for a long moment until the girl flushed and looked away. When she spoke, her voice was soft, “You’re dogging it, Veronica.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. You’re holding back, you’re out there playing crappy when you could be playing great.”

Why do I detect the unsubtle hand of Cordelia behind this? Did she threaten to harm Mouse in someway forcing Veronica to play crappy????

The scene between Mouse and Faith was so cute, with their sneaky hug and Mouse thinking they were getting a dog for Veronica and Faith sneakily using her to get to Veronica to ensure that the latter would play better for the team.

She barely managed to remain standing while both girls were inadvertently pulled face down into her stupendously big boobs and were gasping for breath. Tara managed to turn her head sideways to breathe while Willow dropped her nose into Jennilee’s cleavage, hoping to find a functioning air shaft.
It looks like they’re both breast gals, and I thought it was just Willow.

Then Willow’s voice softened to the faintest of shy whispers, “But wherever we go, we’ll belong to each other.” Her voice faltered, “I mean we will if you want to, too. Because I want to, you know, belong to you.”

Awww, and still the sweetness keeps right on coming.

Willow nodded quickly. “What we’re going to do. The last crazy-sexy-wild-sophisticated thing we’re doing tonight to celebrate our anniversary.”

“We’re going to play strip poker.”

That Rosenberg girl, and she seemed such a nice sweet innocent thing too lol.


Oh god can't believe how much I've missed these characters. It's so good to see them back again and see you writing again, can't with to see what happens next

[Mgraham93]

3 cheers for the updatey goodnes hip hip hooray!!! hip hip hooray!!! hip hip hooray!!!

I felt bad for Faith in the first half of this chapter so It was nice seeing the group work together to handle it
Tara dropped her eyes, took a deep breath and looked up, seeing the hurt behind Faith’s angry gaze. “We w-want you to stay. You’re great at riding and softball.” Her smile was shy, “And you’re my best friend at camp.” Tara ducked her head. That was really nice Faith and Tara friendships are great there's even a film Bye Bye Love where Amber and Eliza's characters are friends and it's great.

I'm glad the coach was nice to faith It's good having these other adults make apearences to show that there not evil like Finch who has been placed in the camp to inform the mayor of any youngsters who could be useful for the ascention. Crazy idea but if it's pre series it's possible.

I hope Mouse can get Veronica on side- Although I think I remember Queen bitch threatening saying something threatening a few chapters ago.

I loved the build up to the idea of strip poker, how Xander and Jesse both thought she didn't know (After Camp Xander- Will I didn't realise you played poker, Willow- Well me and Tara played it this one time at camp but we didn't use chips and there were no losers Xander- then how was it poker Willow- well you see we used ours clothes as the chips before sleeping together. so like I said we both won. Xander faints.)

Just a random thought it'd be funny to see Xander's reaction when he finds out Willow probably knows more than him and isn't as clueless as in Killed by death. Also I can see this summer leading to a more confident WIllow in Season 1.

I'm really glad your back.

[wayland]

Hi Ariel,
Good to see you back posting. Like AstronSoul, this line made me smile.

Tara managed to turn her head sideways to breathe while Willow dropped her nose into Jennilee’s cleavage, hoping to find a functioning air shaft

[True_Love]

Just got caught up. I have spent the last week reading your fic. It is so cute. I will try to have specific feedback for future updates but, for now I just want to say what an enjoyable read it has been so far. Can't wait to see where you take it from here.

[BlondCavalier]

Hi Ariel!

So glad to see to this story back up on the board again!! I've missed it!

"Is she like Babe Ruth that girl from the Olympics?" OMG! WIllow, don't you mean Babe Didrikson and not Babe Ruth?? OH, well, I still love love you Willow!!!!!

I loved Devola's "skull session" interpretation and I loved Faith's game analysis with the kids. I especially loved :
"Okay, Mouse, but Veronica is dogging it at the games."
Mouse was confused, "We're getting a dog for Veronica?" She looked up at Faith and smiled eagerly, "Can we get a kitten too? I like kittens best!"

Another line I really liked was "Bettina's heavy brows furrowed, "I hate Cordelia!"
Faith's smile lit up her face . "Then let's get her!" Hooray for Faith!!!

I loved Jenilee's " "Jesus is Lord" fake iPod. Only someone as dumb as Mrs. F would fall for that, but I'm glad it worked for Willow and Tara's romantic evening. By the way, I thought that that song, "You Belong To Me" was very romantic and perfect! Certainly an improvement from "the Girl that I Marry" (ha ha).

And finally, what a cliff hanger! strip poker! WOW!!!!! You couldn't have done better! Just let's hope Mrs.Finch doesn't join in the strip poker match because this is what she looks like naked ,I'm sure ------->

Please, Ariel, keep writing this time and don't go away for so long! :

[Azirahael]

Dang!

Now i join the queses of others hanging out for an update.

and apparently i cannot spell quesues, or stop spelling it.

I'd really love to add some constructive criticism Ariel, but i loved all of it, i wouldn't change a thing.
one thing i love about kittens is the way kids come out in their stories.
i love the way you write the interaction between W/T and the kids. pure magic.

Keep up the good work.

Az

p.s: Faith is awesome. i just know she's gonna deck someone eventually.

[Ariel]

I'm thinking about a story idea, see questions/comments under Mgraham93 in this page and go to BETA PENS to let me know what you think!

AstronSoul:
Hail Mighty Dibbess!
Still love how you’re bringing that big bunch of enthusiasm and love to the board!

In response to Willow’s dive into Jennilee’s cleavage to search for a “functioning air shaft” you wrote:

From that point on, I am rolling OMG so funny!!! So great to have friends who are so thoughtful at camp, perfect song for Will and Tara. The words fit them like a glove, and the promise to each other to belong to each other always something I cherish in stories. (We need that kind of stuff in real life sometimes)

Yeah, Faith actually hated letting Tara down but she had taken so much crap from Cordelia and Mrs. Finch that she just boiled over. When she saw Carly on the way out to practice, she asked her for help then Carly asked Jennilee who got lucky with a gift.

And yes, you’re right! We need romance and commitment in real-life, too!


SMGOVAN:
Thanks! It’s great to be back and healthy, too!

I'm glad the coach wasnt blind to her not so subtle taunts about Faith being the hired help (Finch was no better really).

Yeah, the Coach was trying to return numerous favors and had no idea what she was walking into BUT she made a point to reach out to her sister dishwasher and treat her with respect and friendliness.

I have mixed emotions about moroni *coughs* I mean Veronica. I knew she was going to be a stud (a great player). However, I also knew she was dogging it during the games.

Good eye! I did my best to put in the clues and I’m glad you caught them!

Willow is soooooooo adorably clueless. Did she really think Jennilee’s remark was an example of Christian humor? Adorable.

I stand by the shooting script with Willow (as a high school Junior) with an entirely wrong idea of what ‘playing doctor’ entailed; something Buffy and Xander were both well aware of. This is NOT to say Willow isn’t intelligent and can’t be mature and compassionate. She has discovered her sexuality and is growing more confident. She IS a woman, but she is also naïve about a lot of things that other people her age are aware of.


Maggie AKA leonhart17:

Love Faith's coaching style! It's great! And the girls’ celebration idea sounds fun! Can't wait! Glad you're back!

Glad you like Faith AND she’s getting ready to rock!!!

As to Strip Poker, it’s coming up next and it will be a game like no other!

It’s great to be back! Thanks for the feedback – it means a lot!


Zampsa19752001:

Welcome Back!

So glad to BE back and healthy!!! YAY!!!

Bitch C's antics with the visiting Coach really pissed me off... I truly hope that Mouse convinces Veronica to really join with the Reds to beat Bitch C... Can't wait for Willow's & Tara's private party.

Yeah, Cordelia scraped bottom with a new low! Well, Mouse and the rest of the girls will be doing everything they can to turn Veronica around in time. As to Tara and Willow’s private party, you should approve based on your signature tag!!! Definitely a wild (and wacky) event. Stay tuned!


Wimpy:
Thanks for caring about the story and being so nice! I have TOTALLY written ahead and won’t bail like this (or even close to like this) again!

And yet again, Cordelia manages to be even a bigger bitch than she was. Bringing in that coach really was a low move, and of course, Finch was just as low as she was for going along with it. But I must say I like the coach's attitude regarding Faith, so that was cool. Can't wait to see what happens with all of that.

Coach Winn is doing about 3-1/2 hours with Cordelia’s girls and driving back to UCLA the same evening. The price for Hallie and Lawanna to stay and watch was to promise not to discuss the coach’s techniques. Faith is entirely on her own . . .

I really loved Faith's coaching of the girls. lol Picturing Cordelia's face should prove very interesting. I'm so excited! Lol

Thanks! Faith is on the way to making a spectacular turn-around with at least one player and who it is may surprise you . . . In the (modified) words of John Paul Jones, Faith would say, “I have not yet begun to coach!” It’ll be a race between Faith’s skill, Devola’s lunacy, and the crazy variables of little kids playing ball. But I’m writing the big game right now and it should be intense. Thanks again for the pre-game ritual and batting tip for Bettina! More of that will come later.

And strip poker? Oh boy.

For those of us who have played, their game will be mix of lunacy and love, trust me!

AND update is soonish!


Jessica AKA beautiful_love:

So glad you're back and feeling better. I was worried there for a bit that you were abandoning this story.

Thanks so much. I have never been so sick in my adult life. About two weeks of bad flu then some recovery time needed. BUT I am NOT abandoning this story. Glad you care, thanks for writing! Love your story, too!

So once again Cordelia is such a... well there aren't words. She's just so Cordelia. That's about the worst insult I can come up with.

Beautifully said. Perfect!

I liked how Faith talked to all the girls, giving them some help and encouragement. It was nice to see the "softer side of Faith."

Thanks! I am walking the line here with someone who IS a rebel, who has not grown up with good manners and good language but who is also younger and a bit more responsive to kindness. It’s a bit of a tightrope act, feedback ALWAYS welcome! I had her blow up at Tara because she’s a teenage girl with a temper and had just absorbed more crap than she could handle. My goal was to show the temper, but also her true affection for Tara and the real vulnerability behind her bravado. Here’s hoping . . .


Rick AKA willowtaralover:

As to the ‘Dogdelia’ I think it would be either Faith or Devola who would say that and I think they would both say it to her face though Devola may get scared when Cordy starts to threaten her.

Thanks for the help! Waiting for just the right moment . . .

Carly walked over and leaned in close to share a private, wicked grin with her friends. “Count on it,” she whispered, “Our number will be the hit of the evening.”

Hmm, now what is Carly planning and is it going to be aimed at. My money’s on Cordy and (Dis)Harmony.

Time will tell . . . good guess!

On the softball stuff, Camp isn’t part of an official league. Cordy says a coach is willing to help her team and Mrs. Finch wants to be helpful especially since Cordy’s Dad is planning to pay for a lot of remodeling AND arranged for the coach to come. The Coach, meanwhile, is getting a rough time in Cordyville but she can more than take care of herself!

“Good.” She looked Veronica up and down appraisingly for a long moment until the girl flushed and looked away. When she spoke, her voice was soft, “You’re dogging it, Veronica.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. You’re holding back, you’re out there playing crappy when you could be playing great.”

Why do I detect the unsubtle hand of Cordelia behind this?

Can’t get anything past you, can I? Good catch!

There was enthusiastic agreement with Towanda, Devola, Connie, Debbie and Lisa opting to be pirates with Captain Red while Bettina, Kate, Veronica, and Mouse decided to stay with Tara in the Wicked Queen’s castle.

Ha ha ha ha nice reference there lol. I guess this means that I’m gonna have to return it somehow. Maybe have Mouse as a cabin girl in the sequel.

Yep, I slipped in a tribute to your wild Buccaneer but there’s no obligation to shanghai Mouse aboard the Slayer. Cute idea, though . . .

Then Willow’s voice softened to the faintest of shy whispers, “But wherever we go, we’ll belong to each other.” Her voice faltered, “I mean we will if you want to, too. Because I want to, you know, belong to you.”

Awww, and still the sweetness keeps right on coming.

Thanks. This upcoming chapter should be a mix of the hot, the sweet, and the funny – odd recipe – here’s hoping it cooks!

So incredibly glad to be back – thanks!


Mgraham93:

I felt bad for Faith in the first half of this chapter so It was nice seeing the group work together to handle it:
Tara dropped her eyes, took a deep breath and looked up, seeing the hurt behind Faith’s angry gaze. “We w-want you to stay. You’re great at riding and softball.” Her smile was shy, “And you’re my best friend at camp.” Tara ducked her head.

That was really nice Faith and Tara friendships are great there's even a film Bye Bye Love where Amber and Eliza's characters are friends and it's great.

I quoted pretty much the whole paragraph so that others can get a heads up about the movie – thanks!

not evil like Finch who has been placed in the camp to inform the mayor of any youngsters who could be useful for the ascention. Crazy idea but if it's pre series it's possible.

Utterly wild. Only you, girlfriend . . . Seriously, amazing concept. See below on more season 1 thoughts – feedback gratefully received!!!

I loved the build up to the idea of strip poker, how Xander and Jesse both thought she didn't know (After Camp Xander- Will I didn't realise you played poker, Willow- Well me and Tara played it this one time at camp but we didn't use chips and there were no losers Xander- then how was it poker Willow- well you see we used ours clothes as the chips before sleeping together. so like I said we both won. Xander faints.)

HILARIOUS!!! I so wanna steal that! Brilliant! You are so amazingly brain-stormy creative! Totally blew me away – love it!

Just a random thought it'd be funny to see Xander's reaction when he finds out Willow probably knows more than him and isn't as clueless as in Killed by Death. Also I can see this summer leading to a more confident WIllow in Season 1.

Hey, I've been thinking a LOT about continuing this story - PLEASE check out BETA PENS under HIMYM/Season 1 to post your ideas and comments OR feel free to PM me. Seriously, I value your opinion!


Clare AKA wayland:

Good to see you back posting. Like AstronSoul, this line made me smile:
Tara managed to turn her head sideways to breathe while Willow dropped her nose into Jennilee’s cleavage, hoping to find a functioning air shaft.

Thanks for the feedback, glad you were amused!
Look forward to any info on your future projects and any suggestions on my ideas that you have. But take time to relax, too!


True_Love:

Just got caught up. I have spent the last week reading your fic. It is so cute. I will try to have specific feedback for future updates but, for now I just want to say what an enjoyable read it has been so far. Can't wait to see where you take it from here.

Okay, Now I’m doing the Snoopy Dance with my cast of dancing bananas!!! Really glad you like the story and took the time to catch up. I’m eager for your specific comments!!! Feedback=joy. Thanks!


BlondCavalier:
right back at you! Thanks for the kind words!

"Is she like Babe Ruth that girl from the Olympics?" OMG! WIllow, don't you mean Babe Didrikson and not Babe Ruth?? OH, well, I still love love you Willow!!!!!

Thanks for getting that joke! Fans of the Ms. Didriksen know she was nicknamed for Babe Ruth when she got 5 homeruns in one game. Also scored 106 points in one basketball game, not to mention winning a track tournament when she was the only member of her team, being a world class golfer. Oh, she also threw a third strike on Joe DiMaggio in an exhibition. The list of her triumphs goes on and on!!!

Glad you liked Devola’s idea of a “skull session” and Mouse’s confusion about Devola ‘dogging it’ – more on kittens later . . .

And finally, what a cliff hanger! strip poker! WOW!!!!! You couldn't have done better! Just let's hope Mrs.Finch doesn't join in the strip poker match because this is what she looks like naked ,I'm sure ------->

Okay, BC that one made me laugh at loud!!! Thanks! I needed that!

Please, Ariel, keep writing this time and don't go away for so long!

Yes I will keep writing!!! Really sorry for the long gap, needed money and was working every job I could to get some! But I’m totally okay now – yay!


Azirahael
First, Welcome to the Kittenboard!!!! Foo advised me to get on the Intro thread to get to know people and introduce myself and I’m glad I did. Give it a thought, if you haven’t done it already. Also, the Mods are very helpful. Mine put up with my thundering technical ineptitude and bailed me out of many, many mistakes. So read the FAQ’s first then ask for help if you need it.

Now i join the queses of others hanging out for an update. and apparently i cannot spell quesues, or stop spelling it.

You got me going on that one! Had to look it up for myself, it’s q-u-e-u-e just add an ‘s’ to go all plural-y!

one thing i love about kittens is the way kids come out in their stories. i love the way you write the interaction between W/T and the kids. pure magic.

Thank you! I love how kids are written on the KB, too! Take a look at Jesse in Family Confidential (Laragh) or Milo in Racing the Rain (Finey Mc_Fine) or Willow’s Jessie in City of Angels Paow), Emms or . . . too many to list! Outside the KB, I like kids, too. Writing HIMYM, I love the friendships between the kids and their counselors, but I also try to capture jealousy, insecurity, and some of the less pretty aspects of children. Stay tuned on that . . .

p.s: Faith is awesome. i just know she's gonna deck someone eventually.

You may be surprised . . . Speaking of Faith, check out “An Everday Life” for a lovely portrayal of Faith. I also like “Halfway Home” just about to slip off page one AND “Working it Out” which casts Faith in a leading role and NAILS her dialogue!!! (Amazing hotness between her and Dawn as a bonus!)

AND you are not waiting long after all!!! You wrote and got an update in less than 24 hours! I’m trying (desperately) to redeem myself!!! Thanks for the feedback!

STORY TO FOLLOW (ALMOST) IMMEDIATELY!

[Ariel]

As always, thanks for reading and feedback is golden.

Title: How I Met Your Mother*
Author: Ariel
Email: blaziak@yahoo.com
Feedback: All feedback welcomed, specific input appreciated, harsh on me via PM
Rating: NC-17 for W/T light love and nudity, ratings can change on various posts
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I love to take them for a ride!
Summary: A/U before season 1, the summer after Willow's freshman year with a large dose of Queen Cordelia at her bitchy best and teen-aged angst.


*not related to the sit-com of the same name



Part 40: Card Games and Confidence

Willow nodded quickly. “What we’re going to do. The last crazy-sexy-wild-sophisticated thing we’re doing tonight to celebrate our anniversary.”


Tara leaned in so close she felt like she was doing the Vulcan mind-meld between their foreheads. “What?”


“We’re going to play strip poker.”

“’Strip poker’?” Tara was confused, “My big brother did it in junior high with his friends and a couple of girls. I heard them talking about it. Are you sure it’s w-wild and sophisticated?”


Willow waved that aside, “Sure it is! They were just imitating the jet-set.”


“Can we? I mean, what about the kids?”


Tara, they’re asleep, and our door is fastened shut and the outside door is locked. Besides, we’re world champion whisperers.”


Tara nodded cautious agreement, “But what if Mouse has a nightmare?”


Willow thought for a moment, “Okay, we’ll keep our PJ’s handy so we can dress and run right in if anything happens. "Tara,” she said softly, “We take our clothes off every night when we change. It’s not like we’re going to go all endless naked-y; it’s just for a few minutes.” She caught Tara’s wrist and pulled her closer. “Now do you want to join the ‘in crowd’ or not?”


Tara nodded, still not entirely convinced that the in-crowd played strip poker, but willing to consider the possibilities. “Uh, Willow. Do you know h-how to play poker? Because I don’t.”


Willow’s face clouded, “No. Xander promised to teach me when I got back after camp. But there’s got to be some other card game we both know that would work.”


Tara nodded again. “I know how to play ‘Spoon’.”


Willow shook her head. “I don’t know that one.”


“H-how about ‘Spades’?”


“That sounds like getting a dog fixed. Besides, I don’t know it.”


Tara giggled. “Okay, uh, how about ‘I Doubt It’?”


“That name isn’t exactly large with the romance. Besides, I don’t know that game either; my family never played cards except when I was about five.”


Tara thought for a moment. “Do you know how to play ‘Old Maid’?”


Willow was shocked, “I can’t play, ‘Strip Old Maid’ that sounds totally perve-y!”


Tara gave an explosive snort of laughter and instantly clapped both hands over her mouth. “Y-you’re right,” she managed between muffled giggles, so how about ‘Go Fish’?”


Willow considered it. “I can’t say, “Strip Fish, ‘cause that sounds like you’re cleaning it or something but I can say, ‘Go Strip.’” She looked appreciatively at Tara’s body and smiled, “I can totally say, ‘Go Strip’.”


Tara blushed, then looked up and smiled back. “Then I can, too.” She let her gaze travel down from Willow’s face and it was the smaller girl’s turn to blush.


Their eyes met.


Then Willow jumped up, raced to her drawer and began putting on an unbelievable assortment of clothing while Tara stared in amazement and growing disapproval.


“Willow!”


“What!” Willow was defensive.


“You can’t put on all those clothes!”


“I can to! The whole point of playing cards is to win!”


Tara gave an exasperated sigh, then straightened with a jerk. “Fine!” She jumped off their bed and began rummaging angrily through her duffel bag, emerging with a leather pouch. She sat back down then dumped out a collection of earrings and rings and began putting rings on every finger and hanging chains of earrings from her ears.


“Tara! That is totally not fair! Jewelry is not clothing!”


“It is to! There are tribes that just about only wear jewelry for clothing!”


They stared at each other; then Tara took a breath and relaxed. “L-look, I’ll take off two rings if you’ll take off the swim cap, head scarf, beanie and sun hat.”


“That’s not fair! You want me to take off four things and you’re only taking off two!”


“Okay, I’ll take off four things too.”


Willow nodded her acceptance of Tara’s attempt at détente and removed the four head coverings.


Tara nodded and grinned. “Okay, now I’ll take off two pairs of earrings if you’ll get rid of the socks, flip flops, fuzzy slippers, and swim fins.”


Willow looked back and opened her mouth to speak, but Tara cut her off with a loud sigh, “Okay, fine! I’ll take off the same amount of stuff!”


Willow nodded and warily removed the named items while Tara pulled off eight items of jewelry and sighed.


“W-willow.”


“What?”


Tara dropped her eyes and traced a random pattern on their bedspread. “I thought that the point was to play and kind of see each other naked.”


Willow paused and her lips curved up in a small embarrassed grin. “I guess I totally turned into Compete-o-Gal.” Her voice softened, “You’re right. That is the point. To see you, to see all that naked-y Tara goodness. I mean,” she said carefully, “To see each other.” She dropped her eyes and Tara took her hand.


Tara’s voice was tender, “Willow, you don’t have anything to be shy about. You’re beautiful.”


Willow looked up uncertainly and saw the unmistakable desire in her lover’s eyes. She straightened and felt a warm flush through her whole body. “Deal those cards,” was all she said.


Tara glanced down at her track shorts and tank top then looked pointedly at Willow’s long sleeved shirt, sweater, and sweat shirt. Willow smiled and stripped down so that she was just wearing her usual Scooby-doo pajamas. Tara smiled, and then thought for a moment. “We do need a little bit of suspense. Hold on.” She returned, carefully unwrapping a pair of soft kid-skin riding gloves from a tissue paper lined box.


Willow noticed the beadwork on the cuffs, bright against the golden brown leather. “These are beautiful! Where did you get them?”


Tara smiled proudly, “My Mom bought them for me.”


“So why haven’t you worn them?”


“My mom bought them for me,” Tara said again. She saw Willow’s look of confusion and hastened to explain, “They’re kind of expensive so I decided not to w-wear them just in case we need to return them and get our money back.”


“That’s too bad.”


Tara smiled, leaning forward in her eagerness to make Willow understand. “No, really, it’s not. See, she gave them to me and I have them all summer, so every once and a while I take them out and put them on and see how beautiful they are. She touched the beadwork delicately, tracing the outline of a totemic bird, “These are Thunderbirds, a Native American bird of power. Mama told me I needed to find my power and learn how to fly.” She dropped her eyes shyly, “I’m still working on the ‘power’ part,” then she looked up at Willow and smiled, “But I am learning how to fly.” She took one of the gloves and brushed it against Willow’s cheek, caressing her with its softness. “See how smooth the leather is?” She hesitated for the barest instant then resumed her smile, “Aren’t they the best gloves you ever saw?”


Willow swallowed and nodded.


Tara seemed anxious to reassure her, “Really, My old gloves work fine. I don’t need a new pair!” She paused and looked shyly into Willow’s eyes, “W-would you wear one? For the game? And I’ll wear the other?” Willow nodded again, feeling a lump in her throat.


“Oh, and h-how about we each put on a piece of jewelry? Just one, just for fun.” She looked hopefully at Willow and Willow picked up a ring and put it on while Tara did the same.


They smiled at each other a little nervously and Willow spoke. “You’re right, this is so much better. So how about pairs you get from picking a card off the pile or have from the deal don’t count, but when you take a card from me and get a pair then I have to take one thing off.”


Tara nodded agreement, but Willow continued, determined to be absolutely clear about the rules, “And the same goes for you, visa versa on the clothing removal-y stuff.”


Tara grinned, now delighted by game-playing Willow, and dealt them each seven cards, leaving the rest face down in a pile between them.


Willow looked intently at the back of Tara’s cards and paused as if waiting for x-ray vision to kick in, then she sighed. “Got any fours?”


“Go Fish.”


Willow drew a card while Tara stared at her cards and tried to guess which one to ask for. “Willow, got any sixes?”


Willow’s eyes widened and she handed over a six. Tara’s full lips parted eagerly, “Go strip,” she whispered.


Willow swallowed, glanced nervously between her ring and glove and began sliding the silvery circlet off her finger.


Tara flushed, remembering that same finger moving inside her that morning. Suddenly she caught Willow’s wrist and kissed the tip of her finger.


Willow blushed.


There was a pause, then Tara started from her reverie and seemed to remember that it was still her turn. “Oh and do you have any queens?”


“Go Fish,” Willow shot back.


Tara laughed and pulled a card off the deck. “Got a pair.” She smirked at Willow who stuck her tongue out.


“Tara, got any eights?”


“Go Fish.”


Willow snatched a card off the pile and frowned.


Tara pursed her lips before deciding. “Willow, got any nines?”


Willow’s mouth opened in disbelief and she thrust a card into Tara’s hand.


Tara leaned forwar, “Go Strip.”


Willow stared helplessly at her glove, my last G-rated object! Then she looked up to see Tara’s eyes on her. Willow swallowed and began gently tugging each finger of Tara’s glove, trying to remove it carefully.


Tara stared breathlessly at Willow’s graceful hand, watching its tantalizing finger-by-finger emergence from the soft leather. Willowhand . . . She pressed Willow’s hand to her lips and covered it with kisses, then paused and laid a kiss inside Willow’s wrist, remembering when Willow had brushed her hair.


Willow shared the memory and savored the sweet burn of Tara’s kiss against her pulse point.


A moment passed and Tara spoke, “Oh, uh got any twos?”


Willow’s voice was a husky whisper. “Go Fish.”


Tara picked a card and slid it into her hand.


“Tara, got any jacks?”


“Go Fish.”


Willow picked up a card and laid down a pair.


“Willow, got any threes?”


“Go Fish.


Willow stared hard at her hand, attempting to recall the order of cards each had requested, but realized that she was hopelessly distracted. “Got any aces?”


“Go Fish.”


“Willow, got any jacks?”


“Taaaaaara! That is totally not fair! I just asked you for jacks!”


“And I just picked one up. Willow, I am not a card cheat.”


“My math brain says it is within the laws of probability,” Willow said grumpily and frowned, “But at this rate I’m going to be all with the naked before you even pull off a ring!” She handed Tara the jack then glanced anxiously between her flannel pajama top and bottoms, clearly strategizing on which one to remove to minimize exposure. Suddenly she took a quick breath and did an amazingly fast squirm out of her pajama bottoms.


Tara gasped with pleasure, catching a glimpse of slender thighs and a flash of coppery curls. An instant later Willow sat with her legs folded, leaning forward so that her pajama tops covered her. She blushed, but clearly enjoyed the chance to tease her lover.


Tara was nearly breathless. “Willow, changing fast is just illegal!”


“There’s nothing in the rules that—“


Tara cocked an eyebrow, “Oh? You consulted the Supreme Tournament Rules for International Play?”


“Well, no but I could look them up online—wait a minute!” She stared suspiciously at Tara, “There are no formal rules.” She straightened proudly, “So much for me being all naïve-y girl!”


Tara glanced down longingly at Willow’s newly exposed lips. She swallowed, “You’re perfect, Willow.”


Willow smiled, eyes glowing with pride at her lover’s obvious desire, then she followed Tara’s gaze and quickly slumped back down and covered herself again.


Tara pouted, “Now that is totally illegal – Eighth Amendment: cruel and unusual punishment!”


Suddenly they both burst into giggles at the same time.


Willow nodded, “It’s definitely ‘unusual’, not sure about the ‘cruel’ part.”


Tara’s voice was firm, “It is definitely cruel.” She leaned forward. “You know,” she whispered, “We could just stop now and take off our clothes.”


Willow stared back at her. “No we can’t! Games are serious!”


Tara’s lips curved into her lopsided smile, “Okay, your turn.”


Willow eyed her hand and sighed. “Got any sevens?”


Tara paused long enough for Willow to look up and meet her eyes then she slowly withdrew a card and handed it to Willow with a flourish. “For you, sweetie.”


Willow glanced between Tara’s glove and her ring but Tara offered a teasing smile and began slowly sliding her tank top off. She took her time, moving her waist from side to side as she exposed first her belly, then her breasts.


Willow gulped. The warm play of candlelight danced and flowed across Tara’s skin, leaving her cleavage partly in shadow. Willow was mesmerized by the movements of Tara’s breasts as they emerged from the tank top with a last saucy bounce. She swallowed and eyed the sweet brown of Tara’s taut nipples, chocolate kisses. When she dragged her eyes up she saw that Tara's eyes were dark with longing.


Willow forced her eyes back down to her cards. Her voice cracked high, “Fours?”


Tara leaned forward and her breasts swayed towards Willow. Her voice was a teasing whisper. “Go Fish.”


Willow picked up a card and mechanically laid down a pair.


Tara leaned in torturously close, “Got any tens?”


Willow stared at Tara and shook her head wordlessly; Tara picked up a card.


Willow eyed her hand and sighed. “Got any sixes?”


“Go fish.” Tara ran her hands over her breasts, massaging their soft weight and brushing her fingertips over her swollen nipples. “Cold out, I guess,” she said innocently. “Got any eights?”


Willow gasped with shock, then handed over the card and stared wordlessly at her pajama tops.


Tara smiled, “Go Strip.”


Willow’s eyes were wide with a mix of shyness and arousal until Tara took her hand. “W-willow it’s okay if y-you don’t want to.”


“I want to, Tara.” Willow looked up at Tara, “I want to give you everything.”


Willow met her lover’s eyes and got up on her knees and began slowly unbuttoning her pajama top while Tara’s breath hitched, My Willow, my beautiful, brave, sexy Willow.


Willow hesitated while the candlelight turned her long hair into a cascade of copper fire that glowed against her skin. Then she smiled impishly and leaned forward so that Tara stared up at the sweetness of pink nipples just inches from her mouth.


Tara licked her lips, “Willow, remember your equation? ‘Pinky + pointy = poinky’.” She stared at the swollen buds, so temptingly close. “This needs ‘research’,” she quoted softly, “’Hands on research.’” She looked hopefully up at Willow, “How about lips on research?”


Willow sat back down and smirked at her lover, “Got any Queens?”


Tara grinned and handed over the card. Then she toyed with her ring and stroked her glove thoughtfully while Willow tensed, awaiting her decision. Tara smiled invitingly at her lover, “What should I take off, Willow?”


“That’s a hard decision. I mean what’s the poink,” she blushed, “I mean the point of the game? Strategically speaking, I think that you should—“


Tara simply leaned in and pressed her full lips against Willow’s and drew her into a long kiss from which they both emerged gasping and wide-eyed. Tara immediately started tugging off her track shorts and finally they were both naked.


“Tara, we have to finish the—“ Willow’s words died off into silence. Then she took Tara’s breasts in her hands, pressed them together and kneaded the warm softness in her hands.


They sighed at exactly the same time and smiled.


Willow felt Tara’s jutting nipples, hard and full against her fingers and bent down to pull each one into her mouth while Tara leaned back, bracing herself with shaking arms.


Closer. Now. Willow knelt to inch closer and Tara felt the hot press of Willow’s arousal against her thigh and felt an answering surge of warmth between her own legs. In that dizzying instant, Tara was intoxicated. I want to kiss her there, taste her, thrust up inside her until she floods my mouth with her sweet nectar over and over and over again. Then I want to lap at her thighs, drink every sweet drop of her love juice and . . . Then she shifted slightly, heard the faint creak of the mattress wire beneath them, and felt her throat clench with an almost unendurable pain. She slumped in defeat as she felt the night air, cold against her nipples, and knew that Willow had pulled back, too. She looked up and saw Willow’s troubled green eyes staring back at her. Then Willow nodded her understanding and they somehow broke their embrace and wordlessly put their nightclothes back on.


Then they sat side by side on their bed for a long time, just holding hands.


Tara gave Willow’s hand a small squeeze. “That was a great idea, Willow. Playing was . . . amazing.” She paused to continue carefully, “But we can’t . . . not any more.”


Willow nodded past the lump in her throat, then forced a smile. “But the dance-y part was nice.” She paused, a genuine smile on her face. “It was a great anniversary.”


Tara’s breathing deepened, “And this morning . . .”


Willow nodded again and turned to kiss Tara’s cheek. Her voice was soft, “That was pretty great, too, incredibly great, actually. Happy Anniversary, Tara.”


Tara returned the gentle kiss. “Happy Anniversary, Willow.” Suddenly she brightened, “Wait! There’s one more thing! I almost forgot.”


Willow sat up eagerly, “What is it?”


Tara felt herself blush. “Oh, it’s nothing much, just a little thing. Stand up, I’ll show you.”


They both stood while Tara pulled back the covers to show candlelight shining on rose petals, scattered between their sheets. “See, it’s from our first anniversary rose. I put them under the covers this morning and they’ve scented our sheets for tonight.”


Willow pulled Tara into a close embrace. “That’s beautiful, Tara.”


“You’re beautiful, Willow.”


Willow grinned, accepting the compliment. “Maybe we’ll have rosy dreams.”


Tara kissed her cheek, “Or Rosenberg dreams.” She leaned in to whisper in Willow’s ear. “I’d love that.”


“Only if there’s a Maclay dream with it!”


Tara’s special smile quirked up and she stood up and bowed with a flourish, “Shall we to bed, Miss Rosenberg?”


“Absolutely, Miss Maclay.”


Tara climbed in and held out her arms while Willow blew out their candle and settled into their familiar embrace.


“Love you, Willow.”


“Mmmm. Love you too, Tare-bear.”


“’Tare-bear’?”


Tara felt Willow’s blush against her neck.


“Tara, It’s completely logical! You’re my teddy bear and you’re my Tara so you’re my Tare-bear. See?”


’My Tara’ Tara hugged Willow close and kissed her on the top of her head. She made an effort to keep her tone light. “I am honored to be your Tare-bear.”


“You should be,” Willow answered smugly.


There were minor snuggle adjustments, a few random kisses, scraps of conversation and an occasional muffled giggle before they both finally fell asleep, smiling in each others arms.


Ariel
How I Met Your Mother

[leonhart17]

aww poor girls! Playing is more fun when you get to finish the game. Very hot nonetheless!

[AstronSoul]

Woohoo Update!!!!

"Tara, they’re asleep, and our door is fastened shut and the outside door is locked. Besides, we’re world champion whisperers.”

I love it champion whisperers, classic Willow, I can see the look on her face as she explains.

Willow considered it. “I can’t say, “Strip Fish, ‘cause that sounds like you’re cleaning it or something but I can say, ‘Go Strip.’” She looked appreciatively at Tara’s body and smiled, “I can totally say, ‘Go Strip’.”

GO STRIP!!! HAHA, now I have a new game to play!

Tara licked her lips, “Willow, remember your equation? ‘Pinky + pointy = poinky’.” She stared at the swollen buds, so temptingly close. “This needs ‘research’,” she quoted softly, “’Hands on research.’” She looked hopefully up at Willow, “How about lips on research?”

Pink + pointy = poinky never ever will I look at stuff the same again, now the whole hands on/lips on research, so all for it!

’My Tara’ Tara hugged Willow close and kissed her on the top of her head. She made an effort to keep her tone light. “I am honored to be your Tare-bear.”

The first Tare-Bear, so cute and adorable, I do like how Tara lingers on the 'My Tara' part of what Willow said.


A Naive Willow but slowly coming into her own, Tara shy but slowly coming out of her shell. So complimentary to each other, nothing but fun, cuddles and a great Anniversary!!

Great Job!



AstronSoul

[Grimm]

Strip go fish? That had to be the cutest thing ever! I totally hope you continue your story thru season 1. Logistics be damned!!!!! It breaks my heart to think about them having to seperate after camp ends. So, I want you to fix it so that I don't have to endure such unbearable suffering.

ps. who should live- Jesse, Tara's Mom.... who should die painfully- Cordelia, Cordelia, um.... Cordelia and Tara's Dad. Heck, take Donnie out too just for good measure .

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really liked their Strip Go Fish session... Big yay for Willow calling Tara Tare-Bear, and more importantly My Tara... I hope you continue this story to Season 1 and maybe even beyond High School & College...

[Azirahael]

You realize you've spoiled me now?

i mean, nice fedback-feedback, new stories and a 24hour update?

you've set the bar pretty high.

The best bit about this story is describing it to my flat-mates: "Strip Go-Fish? how does that work!?!"

keep it up.

Az

P.s: thanks for the spelling tips, my lysdexia kicks in when i'm tired.

[True_Love]

I love Strip Fish. If I was anywhere as near as patient I might even try it. I think I would last until the first item of clothing got removed then it would be all over from there. I like how Tara has the same realization about the game and finally gives in to her more passionate need for Willow. It's really too bad that they couldn't finish the game but, the Tare-bear affection was worth it. It is going to be so sad when they have to leave camp. I wonder how you're going to keep them connected? E-mail? Letters? Maybe Tara's moving to Sunny Dale? Can't wait to find out, although I am sure there will be some tears in the meantime.

Keep up the great work!

[Finey_McFine]

Strip Fish!?!?!?! All kinds of AWESOME! that just might be my new favorite game!! Anyway, you posted before I even had a chance to leave feedback after the last chapter or I'm just slow.

Anyway, previous chapter...Mistress Finch makes her usual unwanted appearance. Since when does she get to raid people's private mail? AND why did she need to call a meeting instead of just asking Jennilee one-on-one what was in the box? While I'm on the subject...allowing an outside coach to come in and play favorites? She so needs to be FIRED.

Ok, back to our regularly scheduled feedback...the iPod dancing was very sweet and I loved the game. Lot's of fun and almost hotness.

I have to say that I'm kind of torn between canon season 1 and AU season 1. I really love AU and there's been no mention of magic with Tara thus far so, on the other hand, it would be interesting to see how you would go about incorporating it into the story. I just really want to see Tara at Sunnydale HS and not have them apart for too long.

Great to have you back!!!

[Mgraham93]

deciding what game to play was funny and pretty much spot on none of the others really have the same effect as Go strip plus Competitive willow was funny in this chapter reminded me of Inca Mummy girl in an odd way putting extra clothes on in a situation that didn't need more clothes. Just picturing Willow sat wearing the big Eskimo outfit while holding her cards.

Tara glanced down at her track shorts and tank top then looked pointedly at Willow’s long sleeved shirt, sweater, and sweat shirt. Willow smiled and stripped down so that she was just wearing her usual Scooby-doo pajamas. Tara smiled, and then thought for a moment. “We do need a little bit of suspense. Hold on.” She returned, carefully unwrapping a pair of soft kid-skin riding gloves from a tissue paper lined box.

Willow noticed the beadwork on the cuffs, bright against the golden brown leather. “These are beautiful! Where did you get them?”

Tara smiled proudly, “My Mom bought them for me.”

“So why haven’t you worn them?”

“My mom bought them for me,” Tara said again. She saw Willow’s look of confusion and hastened to explain, “They’re kind of expensive so I decided not to w-wear them just in case we need to return them and get our money back.”

“That’s too bad.”

Tara smiled, leaning forward in her eagerness to make Willow understand. “No, really, it’s not. See, she gave them to me and I have them all summer, so every once and a while I take them out and put them on and see how beautiful they are. She touched the beadwork delicately, tracing the outline of a totemic bird, “These are Thunderbirds, a Native American bird of power. Mama told me I needed to find my power and learn how to fly.” She dropped her eyes shyly, “I’m still working on the ‘power’ part,” then she looked up at Willow and smiled, “But I am learning how to fly.” She took one of the gloves and brushed it against Willow’s cheek, caressing her with its softness. “See how smooth the leather is?” She hesitated for the barest instant then resumed her smile, “Aren’t they the best gloves you ever saw?”

the entire passage was brilliant as it touched on how her Mom loves her, how much she means to her, how even a gift that she only has for the summer is still really important- also parrels their relationship in that although it may only be for these few weeks of camp that they get to be together so they'll see how beautiful they are in that short time. Plus it shows that her mom knows at least a little bit about Native American beliefs. How Willow is helping her to be free, and what could possibly be forshadowing with the Scooby doo Pajama's before going on to how the family doesn't have very much money something that has been hinted at even from the start when they first met.

Willow reached to pat Tara’s arm, but Tara whirled around to face her. “G-go ahead! L-laugh! I d-do stuh-stutter!”

“No. I didn’t--”

“But I’m n-not 'poor' and we d-don’t take charity. I’ll work for everything I get!”

This could become important after camp. As it would likely be something Mr Maclay uses to attempt to create a barrier between them. Saying how Willow probably only dated her because she felt sorry for her.

Back to happier subjects to finish off the feedback. Great use of Tare bear the explanation was probably my favourite part

“Tara, It’s completely logical! You’re my teddy bear and you’re my Tara so you’re my Tare-bear. See?”

I really liked how Tara used the rose petals especially after Willow noticed it was missing earlier in the day.

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Wow. Two updates like back to back. You must be feeling better. Lol.

And it was a really good update. I cracked up at the idea of strip Go Fish. Though after much thought, it could be much more entertaining than strip Poker so kudos there. I had to laugh though at Willow trying to put on all of her available attire. So very Willow of her.

I'm on board with everyone wondering about what's going to happen when camp's over. Of course they can't not be together. You've invested way too much time for that to happen. Plus you can't be that cruel. Right? Right?

Ah well. I'll just keep enjoying the updates until said time comes.