A Woman In Uniform - FINISHED (finally) 3/23/2013

[BurningWhiteRose]

Tara, a garden variety lesbian hippie...



Cool....



Love it!!



And the see through wifebeater....



Niiiiiiice....



Continue....



Sincerely,

BWR

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If homosexuals dont reproduce, why are there so many of them?-Jim David

[umgaynow]

Hello Kittens! (is it just me or did that sound like Dame Edna?) Anyway, just wanted to let you know, I did a rough of chapter 6 last night...will try to have it tweaked and up either tonight or Friday...believe me, I'm as anxious to see where the story goes from here as anyone else, the ladies are being a little stubborn lately and don't want to tell me



Hmmmm, I bet Willow never had to deal with this writer's block crap when she was painting Tara's back...oooooh, now if I could write my story on Amber's back I bet I'd have plenty of inspiration......naaa I'd probably just pass out

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[wimpy0729]

Oooh, I gotta tell you a story. Are you sitting down? Well, once upon a time in Chicago, there was a beautiful young actress that came to a Wizard convention. How appropriate since she was once a witch until an evil tyrant bumped her character off causing a flood of emotion among the world of kittens.



Anyway, thought this might help you with your little block. I saw her Saturday in Chicago. She was just as beautiful as any fairytale princess, in a tight pink T-shirt and jeans. When I was in line to see her, she was sitting on her chair and leaning forward to greet her fans. Her jeans were, of course, low cut, and when she leaned forward her pink T-shirt rode up gently, exposing a beautiful piece of alabaster skin at the top of the curve of her beautiful assets. Yes, I saw Amber's assets...well, the top of it anyway. I'm still in a daze.



So, there, if that's not some kind of inspiration, I don't know what is. And the picture I bought and she autographed was her back from Restless. I'm sitting here now at my desk surrounded my Amber. Boy, is it hard to focus to work!



Hope to see an update soon!!!



Wimpy

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[umgaynow]

Oh yes, VERY inspiring...thank you...what was your name again? Oh yes...Lucky Bitch!

[Arron CFF]

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Oh yes, VERY inspiring...thank you...what was your name again? Oh yes...Lucky Bitch!

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I second that

*grumbles*very lucky indeed

She walks in beauty, Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright; Meet in her aspect, and her eyes. ~ by Byron ~

[Ginner WTluv]

Just got all caught up with this fic and i must say, i love it!! Can't wait for the next part and to see where you take the girls from here.



~ Jen

Helen - Oh please Nikki, be serious!

Nikki - I want to make love you to all night long... is that serious enough?

** Helen and Nikki in "Bad Girls" **

[umgaynow]

A Woman in Uniform: Chapter 6



Disclaimers: Blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda...not mine...wish they were...Mutant Enemy...grrrr grrrr arrrgh arrrgh...I promise not to get them dirty...don't sue me...I already have no money...so unless you'd be interested in a slightly used bassett hound, some old tiedyes and an autographed picture of the Lollipop Guild from the Wizard of Oz, then forget it



Summary: More Willow and Tara flirtage and bonding (ahem...that's bonding not bondage...don't get excited)



Notes: I came down with a sudden attack of omniscience...there were certain instances when I just couldn't resist the urge to put Tara's thoughts out there too...also in italics...hope you won't find it too confusing...sorry the update has taken so long...distracted by all the hot athletic babes on th



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The two women had been walking for about fifteen minutes, talking about nothing and everything, laughing like lunatics and yes, flirting a little...OK...a lot. Things had gotten to the point where Willow could scarcely take it any more.



"Are you sure we're going the right way?" she whined, "We've already gone like fifty blocks."



"More like ten, Sweetie" Tara laughed. God help me, she's even cute when she's whining. "And yes, I'm sure this is the right way, we're almost there."



"Define almost."



"Oh, it might be another five blocks or so," Tara said coyly.



"Five?"



"OK...ten." Was that a growl I just heard? "Alright, alright...I confess occifer...it's more like fifteen."



"Are you sure you don't want to go back and get the car?" the redhead wheedled, wetting her lips, arching her back and stretching, trying to look as tempting as possible.



"Some big tough cop you are."



"Hey! I've been out in this heat all day... in a polyester uniform and plastic shoes, I might add...walking!" Willow was in full pout.



"Aw, poor baby," Tara teased, "Is dere anyfing I can do to make 'ou feew betta?"



"Well," the petite pouter flirted, "I do have a pretty good history with positive reinforcement."



"Are you seriously telling me that you want a bribe?"



"What?!?!" Willow tried to look appalled, it didn't work. "It's not like I'm on duty or anything...I'm not even in uniform."



"And here I thought the pleasure of my company was reward enough," Tara sighed theatrically, looking all around her as if trying to figure a good escape route. "However, if I'm not mistaken, we are only a couple of blocks from the Espresso Pump."



"Mochas?!?!?" the redhead squealed like a kid on Christmas morning. OK, so maybe not Christmas...cuz hello...Jewish...anyway...



Try as she might, Tara couldn't seem to keep her eyes off a certain transparent area of her new friend's shirt, as it bounced up and down with the joy of caffeine anticipation. "Mmmm, mochas good," she purred under her breath, as Willow ran on ahead, practically skipping. It provided her with a view that she didn't mind in the least. Mmmmm, mochas very good. Suddenly, it seemed like the temperature had gone up a few degrees, odd for this time of day, "Hey Willow, do they have iced mochas?"



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Mocha in hand and Tara at her side, Willow fairly floated down the street. Oh yeah...chocolately caffeiney goodness...beautiful, hot, sexy woman...who needs that air conditioner anyway...I don't think anything short of a sno-cone down the front of my pants could cool me down at this point...unless of course Tara was the one with the sno-cone. A shiver ran from her toes to the top of her head. Evil thoughts! Evil thoughts! Mmmmm...delicious.



She was brought back to reality by a soft hand on her shoulder, signaling her that it was time to turn right. Off in the distance, Willow saw what could only be described as a pickup truck with a small house on the back. "There she is," Tara said, beaming with pride of ownership, "See...not so far."



"Tara...that's not a truck...that's a condo on wheels! Is it even legal to drive that thing?"



"Yeah well, my dad's a carpenter." Now that they were out of the sight of the general and potentially homophobic public, Tara took Willow's hand. "So, would you like a tour?"



"We've only just met and already you're inviting me back to your place?"



"Well...not if you take that attitude," Tara huffed in mock indignance.



"Please forgive me M'lady...for I am but a lowly public servant and know not your pretty ways," Willow fawned, getting down on one knee and kissing Tara's hand.



"Get up, you big doofus!"



Tara pulled Willow to her feet and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She pulled a keychain the size of a small anchor out of her pocket and unlocked her condo. Being a detective and all, Willow couldn't help noticing a large pentagram painted on the inside of the door.



"Aha...so that's it...I knew you were too good to be true...you worship Satan!"



"Not quite, honey...in fact, not even close...I'm a Wiccan."



"You're a witch? I just had mochas with a witch?"



"Yup...seventh generation," Tara proclaimed proudly.



"Cool...so you can do like spells and stuff?"



"Sure...how else do you think I could manage to wear all that leather without sweating?" The blue-eyed beauty teased, "But enough about me...you coming in or what?" She stepped up into the truck, pulling Willow in behind her.



The redhead was quite dumbstruck by what she saw, it really was like a small house, much more spacious than you'd ever think possible, looking at it from the outside. There was even a staircase leading to a sleeping loft above the cab.



"This is amazing," she said in awe.



"Isn't it though? Way better than Motel 6."



Tara flicked a switch and the room was bathed in a soft glow, emanating from several strings of fairy lights, threaded across the ceiling in an elaborate weave. The walls were painted black, there was an oriental rug on the floor and a wonderful array of artwork and funky little pieces on every wall and surface. It was like a little museum.



Willow felt a tug at her hand and found herself being led up the stairs. "Come on, I want to show you something I know you'll just love," Tara cooed in that soft, sexy way of hers, "Just lie down on the bed."



Willow was a bit taken aback to say the least. "Um...Tara...this is only our first date...not even a date really...and I don't want to...OK, so I do...I mean I would...oh yes, I would...but not...well...I don't want to rush, and...hey! I know it's been a while...and I do like you...well, obviously...but what makes you think I can be had for the price of a mocha?!?!"



Tara flashed her that sexy crooked smile again and burst out laughing. "Willow, you goof!" She pushed the redhead down on her back and laid down beside her, "Just watch." She flipped a lever on the wall and Willow was shocked to see a skylight appearing before her eyes.



"Wow...I would love to spend the night here!" Tara's eyebrow nearly shot up to her hairline. "Oh no...I don't mean that...well, yes...I would...but...not...arrrrgh...this must be amazing at night...what with the stars and the moons and all that."



Tara rolled onto her side, so that she was facing the redhead and reached out to her, cradling a soft cheek in her hand, gazing deeply into those bottomless emeralds, "At the risk of being redundant, Sweetie...you are adorable."



Willow blushed furiously, trying to look away, but she was trapped in sapphire. "Well, yes...redundant...I remember...you said before...and then...again...when we were..." she trailed off, caught in the moment.



"Willow?" Tara stifled a giggle. Could she be any cuter...I think I could really grow to love WillowBabble.



"Hmmmm?"



"Shut up and kiss me."



TBC





So...that's it for now...don't know when the next chapter will be up...back to work on Monday...UGH...but who knows, inspiration may hit...until then, hope you enjoyed this bit...also a small warning...beginning in chapter 7 or 8...not quite sure which...we will begin to see a bit of angst and suspensey stuff. Until then...

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[wimpy0729]

Ooooh, the flirtage is delicious!



And the transparentness of Willow's shirt, and now she's in Tara's condo...mmmmm...yummy!



Can't wait to see what's next. Wait...did you say angst and suspense?!!! Oh boy, getting better and better!!



Soon please!



Wimpy

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[Stroke of Luck]

Its just a matter of time till they really lay in bed DOING it Have they start a flirt marathon??? It kinda seems like that



Cant wait for the next update, this story is great



Cu

SoL/Natti

"I wish that you were here or that I were there, or that we were together anywhere!"

[kindagay]

Oh, the flirting is wonderful, it's cute & it flows so naturally - brilliantly written.



I loved both Willow & Tara's thoughts, particularly:

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It's so cute

& also, you write Willow-babble very well.



Anyway, keep up the great work. With flirting goodness this great, I have no doubt that the angst & suspense will be every bit as good.



Hugs

Jeanne

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Tara: “Let me guess – you want me to lie on your lap while you feed me grapes, but my sweet, shy, precious, honey you’ve been too shy to ask – yes?” - GROWW by WannaFriendsBe

[Shy One]

What a f**king great update!!!!

I'm already completely in love with this story!

I can't wait for some hot Willow n' Tara goodness!!!

Of course, you do have me worried about this upcoming

angst.

I hope nothing too bad happens.........

at least give us some steamy Willow n' Tara lovin' before you

drop a big angst-filled bomb on us.



Can't wait for more......hope you get a chance to update soon.



Shy One

[Spikeizmine87]

Ok ive been reading these updates without leaving any replies, so i figured I should reply now! This fic is just so great! I love it!! I mean...Willow as a cop?!! "faints" man i would let her arest me any time and Tara...I love her in this...so assertive and so flirty...we dont normally get to see her like this...im in love with it! Hope you update soon!





ps. My 300th post!!

-rose

I didnt know what being happy was till i found you, i didnt know what love meant till i loved you.

[Tempest Duer]

This is so cute! And of course, Take-charge Tara with her little "shut up and kiss me" schtick... this is great. Just great.

It's insulting to the whole gender[sic] of rap.



~Eminem

[Ginner WTluv]

I'm gonna jump on the wagon here and say, once again, that this fic rocks!! Take charge Tara is awesome. not to mention yummy I can't believe you ended that there though!! Gah!! All with the "Shut up and kiss me"... Need an update! But i can be patient... wait, i'm a kitten... no i can't!! Lol. Just kidding I can be good. Looking forward to the next part!



~ Jen

Helen - Oh please Nikki, be serious!

Nikki - I want to make love you to all night long... is that serious enough?

** Helen and Nikki in "Bad Girls" **

[Artemis]

Wow, it's the Taramobile! I love it. Willow and Tara's flirting was very sweet, and of course Willow was adorable babbling and interrupting herself mid-sentence all the time Angst, you say? Poor Willow and Tara... be strong, girls. I'm sure they will

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[LunaMuses]

I'm a little late (sorry)....



fun update though



interesting place of Tara's, sounds like.



great way to end the chapter too!



can't wait for more!

"I was disappointed. I had thought I would have some revelation of specific evil. I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug."
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

[umgaynow]

Disclaimers: They don't belong to me they belong to them...Damn it! The song doesn't belong to me either...that belongs to M. Gordon and H. Warren...I'm sure they won't mind if I use it for a little bit...since I'm using it to get Willow into Tara's bed and that's such a good cause



Summary: Willow runs the gauntlet at Revello Dr. then takes in a show



Notes: I know I said there was angst coming...but I just didn't feel angsty when I was writing this...also said there was NC-17 coming, but this isn't it...but it will DEFINITELY be in the next chapter



A Woman in Uniform: chapter 7

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The next morning back at Revello Drive, Willow practically floated down the stairs, singing This Guy's In Love at the top of her lungs, being sure to change all the appropriate pronouns. She pirouetted into the kitchen, "Good morning Buffy, my excellent friend," she exclaimed, kissing her on the forehead. "Oooh...and Spikey is here too...visiting Billy Idol's hairdresser again I see," she teased, mussing his peroxided coif.



"Someone got shagged last night," he snarked, making sure every hair was once again in it's proper place.



Buffy, never what you'd call a morning person, groaned, "Not that I'm not thrilled that you got a happy, Will...but do you have to sing? I haven't even finished my coffee yet."



"Nice try Summers, but it's going to take a lot more than a snippy comment about my singing voice to spoil my mood today...and I'll have you know, Mr. Bottle Blonde...I did not get shagged last night, as you so delicately put it. As I told a certain someone last night, I cannot be had for the price of a mocha."



Buffy raised an eyebrow and smirked in the redhead's general direction. "OK...OK...there was that one time...but I would have slept with her anyway...the mocha was just a bonus."



"I don't even want to think about what she'll be like when she really does get some," Buffy muttered in a stage whisper.



"I'm going to ignore that...since I know you're just jealous," Willow said, sticking her tongue out at her roomie.



"So...does this goddess have a name?"



"Tara," Willow sighed contentedly.



"You mean like the house in Gone With the Wind?" bleach boy teased.



Willow cuffed him on the back of the head and stole a piece of his toast, "So, William...where's your other half this fine morning?"



"He's not here, I swear," he answered, gesturing toward the closet door, "You scared the pants off him yesterday...thank you for that by the way," Billy waggled his eyebrows, grinning evilly.



Willow yanked the closet door open without fanfare, "You can come out now, Xander."



"Honey, I did that years ago...my Daddy was so shocked he almost dropped his beer," he said campily, sashaying his way out of the closet. "So, Rosenberg...forgive me?" he asked, slipping his arms around his red haired friend.



"Oh yes, always," she beamed, "But you're only alive because I found her."



"And what's the hottie's name after all that hissy you tossed?" Buffy and Billy started humming the theme from Gone With the Wind "Huh? I don't get it...is her name Scarlett?"



"Tara," said again with a smile, a wistful sigh and a hairy eyeball at the two blondes.



"So..." Buffy prompted expectantly.



"So?" Willow was acting all large with the innocent.



"Spill! I need my vicarious smoochies...God knows they're the only kind I'm getting these days."



"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," the redhead huffed melodramatically, stifling a giggle.



"So just tell us about the other stuff then," Xander suggested salaciously.



"What makes you think there's anything else to tell?"



"Well, that smile for one...then there's the singing...I don't think you'd subject your dearest friends to that for no good reason."



Willow picked up a bagel, took a bite and tossed the rest at Xander's head. "I told you guys already...I don't put out for mochas."



"Alright...alright...I give...a pissed off Willster once in any 24 hour period is more than enough."



"Smart man...otherwise I might have to change my mind about sticking you with that traffic detail."



"You wouldn't!"



Willow grinned like a cheshire cat...a very evil cheshire cat.

Xander got down on his knees and salaamed, "All hail the Willster...Queen of Cops...bestest friend in the whole wide world...who would never even dream of giving her loyal buddy Xan-Man the scut work."



"Oh get up, you fool...just think of it as a reminder for the future."



"I promise," Xander held up his right hand, "Next time I see you talking to a hottie in black leather I'll walk the other way."



"If I have my way, I'll only be talking to one hottie from now on."



"Oooh...Red's got it bad," Billy laughed.



"Leather, Will? And here I thought the handcuffs were just a work thing," Buffy taunted, "Maybe you oughta get that uniform drycleaned...you might want to play in it later."



Willow glared at the blonde but her blush gave away more than she would have liked.



"Aw come on, Will...I was just teasing," Buffy walked over and hugged her best friend. "I'm really happy for you...I just want you to tell this Tara chick two things from me...number one, she's a very lucky lady...and number two, if she hurts you, I'm gonna kick her ass so hard her ancestors will feel it."



"Oh Buffy...you're so sweet."



"So, did you finally get her digits?" Xander asked, flinching a little at the memory of the last time he'd posed that particular question.



"No, I didn't...she doesn't have a phone...but I got her lot number...she's camped out at Tall Oaks."



"You seeing her tonight?"



"As a matter of fact I am...she's playing down at the Espresso Pump and then we're going out after her last set."



"Aw, can I come?" the redhead glared at her roomie,"Well, then, should I wait up?"



"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," Willow protested. God, I hope the hell not...sigh.



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Mocha in hand, Willow sat at a table close to the stage, waiting for her goddess to appear. Finally, Gus, the owner of the place, stepped up to the mike. Willow waved at him just like a little kid, with a mocha habit like hers everyone at the Pump knew her by name. "And now ladies and gentlemen, the mellow vocal stylings of Miss Tara Maclay." Mellow? Hey! Is he making fun of her being a hippie? That's not very nice...I wonder how long it's been since the health inspector has been through here...I should check into that. Then the lights came down and when the soft amber spot illuminated the gorgeous creature onstage, Willow's internal babble stopped deader than a Chevy Chevette in a deep puddle.



Tara was wearing faded low rise bell-bottoms with appliqued flowers up the sides and a deep blue batiked shirt that showed off her sexy collarbones, it was all Willow could do to not jump up on the stage and kiss them right then and there. Tara looked up from her guitar, straight at Willow, her sapphire eyes twinkling like gems under the stage lights and launched into a haunting version of Joni Mitchell's A Case of You. Shivers ran up the redhead's spine, not only was one of her all time favorite songs being sung directly to her, but the angel singing it had a voice like...well...an angel. Every time Tara hit a high note, Willow could feel it in the seat of her pants. OK, maybe just a bit further forward.



She had to admit, Gus had been quite accurate in his description of Tara's singing style. Her performance took in everything from James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, Harry Chapin and Simon & Garfunkel to jazz standards, but she made them all her own. Guess she wasn't kidding about being stuck in the past...still it suits her.



Willow had noticed early on in the set, that Tara was not one of those performers who did a lot of talking to the audience. In fact, except for a couple of thank yous, she hadn't said much of anything. Willow understood, she'd seen the girl's shy side first hand. Hmmm, maybe she should wear her leathers on stage. Ah, no...that would be a different show entirely. Suddenly, the room seemed very warm.



Then a very soft, intimate, but ultimately engaging voice came through the sound system. Tara's voice.



"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, you've been a lovely audience...it's about time for me to say good night, but first I'd like to do one more song for you...a song that's very special to me...this song was my Mama's favorite...when I was a little girl she'd play it over and over again...I'm pretty sure she wore a hole straight through that record... I wouldn't be surprised if I learned the words to this song before I learned my ABCs...Now whenever I sing it, I feel warm and safe, just like back in Mama's kitchen...and tonight, I'd like to sing it for someone very special in the audience, who makes me feel that way too."



Tara averted her face from the audience, a curtain of hair hiding her soulful eyes. Is she crying? Then a simple, but hauntingly beautiful melody sprang from her fingertips. When she did look up, it was right into Willow's eyes and then the angel started to sing...



At last...my love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song



At last...the skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped in clover

The night I looked at you



I found a dream that I could speak to

A dream that I could call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill that I had never known



You smiled and then the spell was cast

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine...at last...



TBC



Hope you liked it 2:30 here almost...off to bed with me



umgaynow

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[VixenyTarasHot]

Oh man, I loved this update dude!! From the Buffy, Xander, and "William" comments And the scene at the Espresso Pump was just really incredibly sweet.. I've always been drawn to the whole concept of singing to someone on stage or vice versa.. I just love that



I can't wait for the next update! Byeee



Ashleigh

"...A-and I'm gonna make it up to you. Starting right now."

(Starts to smile)"Right now?"

[Stroke of Luck]

Lol Buffy, Xander and Willam were hilarious hihi i see they love to tease each other...keep on going like that



And Tara singing *sigh* i bet that Willow fell even some more for that HOTTY!



Cu

SoL/Natti

"I wish that you were here or that I were there, or that we were together anywhere!"

[wimpy0729]

Oh, that was wonderful.



The whole picture you created in the kitchen, Willow dancing and singing and Xander and Spike, OMG, too funny.



Then the vision of Tara on stage melted me into a puddle, so I'm right there with Willow. Can't wait to see what's next.



More soon please!



Wimpy

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[Artemis]

I agree with Buffy, what *is* Willow going to be like when she gets some? Cause just being sung to like that ought to have her dancing and singing and generally irking sleepyhead Buffy in the morning... unless she's elsewhere in the morning... For a shy performer, Tara certainly doesn't hold back when it comes to Willow - singing that song right to her, in front of whoever else was there, not that either of them likely noticed there were other people at that point Lovely chapter, and the banter between Willow, Buffy, 'Spike' and Xander was great too.

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[kindagay]

You're still doing an exceptional job with this fic.



Your writing style is so natural, every word seems to flow so gracefully and eloquently together. The banter between Willow, Buffy, Xander & 'Spike' is a perfect example - it flows like a proper conversation without missing a beat.



Now, Tara singing to Willow was beautiful - that's the only word for it

Willow's thoughts when Tara's singing style was described as 'mellow' were just so cute.



Now, more please I just cannot get enough of this fic.



Hugs

Jeanne

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Tara: “Let me guess – you want me to lie on your lap while you feed me grapes, but my sweet, shy, precious, honey you’ve been too shy to ask – yes?” - GROWW by WannaFriendsBe

[umgaynow]

Well my kittens...glad you are enjoying the fic

So anyway, I wrote most of chapter 8 today...nothing left to do but the love scene...you see, I was writing during slow times at work and the workplace is just not the place to be writing Willow and Tara lovin'...I was getting frustrated enough just doing the lead in part



I'm going to get some dinner and barring sudden writer's block I should finish the chapter tonight and hopefully post tomorrow night after work...same bat time same bat channel...so reserve those cold showers now...you're gonna need 'em

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[The Rose24]

I see Willow brings out the best in Tara. I can only imagine what Willow feels like being sung to like that.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

[Oracle Of Magic]

Amazing, absolutly amazing. I just got back onto the site round two weeks ago, and your's is the first story I've read.



It captured me from the begining, with the intriuging title. I had to read on.



I love the opening sequence, rather remencent of "Hell's Bells", in a most wonderful, comedic fashion.



I do love the different character dynamics that you've set up so far. You've really gone outside of traditional Buffy cannon and managed to make the story and characters your own. While at the same time, mantaining their indeviduality.



They way you're portraying Tara is excellent. She possess just the right amount of self assurance that a woman as sexy as she deserves, while at the same time being shy enough to remain the Tara we all know and love.



The internal Willow babble is splendid, truely inspired. I could hear Willow saything the words as I read them. As well as Willow trusting herself, and her instincts, something I feel she needed to learn. She truely is following her heart, and her body of course. But with Tara, how can she not.



I eagerly await your next update. May the Powers That Be smile upon you and your writing. Letting your muse's visits be frequent and productive.



Blessed Be,

Sarah

"Dont walk in front of me, I may not follow. Dont walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend. - Albert Camus"

[LunaMuses]

great update, I feel like the story's progressing well.



and well, Xander sashaying, lol you can't beat that

"I was disappointed. I had thought I would have some revelation of specific evil. I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug."
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

[umgaynow]

Disclaimer: Same as always...see previous chapters



Summary: The aftermath of Tara's seductive singing



Notes: OK so this chapter is broken into 2 parts...you see, the love scene fell victim to obsessive re-writes so we have the lead in and some lovely heavy petting in part A...I'm going to try my best to write the actual NC-17 section after I log off...if it is not too late I will post it tonight...if it is, I'll post tomorrow night...mainly a question of getting my muse in the proper mood...she can be a frigid little bitch sometimes

...oops, shouldn't have said that now she's gonna be pissed...she's a hot sexy muse I swear! Anyway, what we have in part A got me just a tad worked up when I was writing it and that's always a good sign...enjoy!





A Woman in Uniform, Chapter 8a



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After an ovation that caused her to blush and hide behind her hair, Tara made her way to Willow's table.



"Oh my God, Baby...you were so amazing," Willow gushed.



"If you think that was amazing, just wait 'til later."



"I see applause agrees with you."



"Yeah, that and having a certain hot redhead undress me with her eyes all the way through my set."



"Well, I kinda figured the management might object if I did it any other way."



"So, whaddya say we blow this pop stand and go someplace where we can discuss this in a little more depth?"



"Just how deep are we talking here?" Willow waggled her eyebrows.



"You are so bad," Tara took the redhead's hand, pulling her to her feet, "Let's get out of here."



The two women stepped out into the sultry Sunnydale night, sunset had done little to cool things down.



"So, where are you parked?" Willow asked. Tara pointed to the bicycle rack in the alley. "Call me crazy but I remember your truck being a lot bigger."



"Yeah well, I washed it in hot water and it shrank."



"You dweeb."



"Yup...that's me...I'm a dweeb, you're a spaz...together we're the perfect couple."



"You got it, baby," Willow replied, kissing Tara's hand. "Anyway, I'm parked across the street there," she pointed to a red convertible, "We can just toss your wheels in the back."



"Damn, Willow...that's yours? The '64 Stang?"



"Guilt gift from my parents...they were in Japan when I graduated from the academy," she shrugged, "I got a laptop when they missed my high school commencement."



"I'm sorry, Sweetie...but you have to admit, it sure beats a savings bond."



Tara bent over to unlock her bike and Willow stood very still, trying her best to remember to breathe. Mmmm, nice assets.



Tara pushed her hair back and exhaled audibly as she stood, fanning herself with her hand. "This weather is unreal...is Sunnydale always like this? I am so hot...how about you?"



"Baby, you have no idea." Willow grabbed the blue-eyed beauty by the shoulders and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her thoroughly.



"Oooooh," Tara sighed, breathless, "I've been wanting to do that all night."



"Really? I was thinking about something more like this." Willow ran her tongue down Tara's graceful neck, imagining she could feel the rush of blood under the skin, kissing her way along her collarbone until she arrived at a throbbing pulse point. She sucked lightly at the tender flesh, a hand clutching the back of her head and a low moan vibrating against her eager lips.



"Oh my," Tara gasped, pushing her away a bit, "I do love the way you think, but...isn't this just a tad, um...public?"



"You have a point there," Willow laughed nervously, "We should get out of here before I'm forced to arrest myself for public lewdness...so...where to now, hmm? Are you hungry?"



"Oh yes," Tara purred, lust burning in her eyes.



There goes another pair of underwear. "What did you have in mind?" She asked, praying that she'd get the answer she wanted.



"My place?" Tara said, coyly. YES!!!





Willow tried very hard to concentrate on the road as they drove out to the campground. A feat that would have been immeasurably easier had Tara's fingers not been tracing tiny circles on the inside of her thigh. She couldn't believe the effect this woman was having on her. All it took was one smile from her to make the redhead wetter than Atlantis in the rainy season. Damn, if she sticks around I'm gonna have to start buying panties by the gross.



Frankly, Willow was feeling a little overwhelmed, although admittedly not in an entirely unpleasant way. No one had ever awakened such a sexual fever in her before. Sure she'd had the odd hot and heavy fling, but nothing like this. Never in her life had she experienced such a visceral need to be inside someone. In the span of just a few days Tara had become like oxygen to her. Outwardly, she was managing to maintain a mask of relative calm, but deep inside her was a little girl screaming Are we there yet? Are we there yet? at the top of her lungs.



"You know," she said, stilling Tara's hand with her own, "If you keep doing that I'm going to have to pull over."



"Doing what?" she teased, feigning innocence. Wresting her hand from Willow's grasp and moving it higher, her knuckles brushed against the spot where all the seams of the redhead's jeans met, drawing a gasp from her chauffeur.



"Tara!" she jumped, supressing a moan none too successfully, "Are you trying to plow us into a tree?"



"I know...I know...I'm being naughty...I promise, no more hands below the waist while you're driving...cross my heart." With that she slipped her hand under Willow's arm, lightly stroking the side of a pert breast with the tips of her fingers.



"Oh yeah...that's so much better," she whimpered sarcastically, although in truth she was only protesting on principal. "How much further is this place anyway?"



"Patience, Sweetie...you're almost there."



"You have no idea, Baby...you have no idea," she moaned, squirming in her seat and taking a few deep, calming breaths. Note to self...the deep breathing thing...only good for panic...useless for rampant horniness. "Hey...you're a witch, right? Couldn't you just blink us there or something?" Willow teased, it was after all, her turn.



"Unfortunately darlin' real life isn't like Bewitched...although I've often wished it was," she chuckled, "Think about it...just twitch you nose and whatever you want...it's yours...never mind the fact that two thirds of the population would be gay."



Willow tried the nose thing, but it didn't work. Tara still had her clothes on. Ah well, I guess I'll have to take care of that little problem the old-fashioned way.





As soon as Tara closed the camper door, Willow was on her. In the darkness, two pairs of hands roamed and explored, two pairs of lips finding their mates by animal instinct alone, tongues probing. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces, soft against firm, curvy embracing svelte, meshing to form a perfect whole. So close that Willow could feel Tara's heart pounding against her breast.



"Ow!" Tara cried out as she hit the floor, "Are you OK baby?" In her literally blind passion, Willow had tripped over the guitar case and sent them both crashing down. "Don't move honey, I'll get the light."



There was another small crash, followed by a grumbled shit then the fairy lights flickered on. Tara took one look at Willow and burst out laughing at the expression of surprise still frozen on her face. "Really, darlin' this isn't quite what I had in mind when I said I wanted to get you horizontal," she teased.



"Very funny," the redhead said, her face showing just the opposite, "Now come over here and help me up." She reached out her hand and as soon as Tara's was firmly in her grasp, she pulled her back down. "Ooooh, you are in so much trouble..." she jumped on top of Tara and straddled her, "I'm gonna get you for laughing at me like that...now lets' see...hmmm...which spot looks the most ticklish?"



"You wouldn't."



"Well, I don't know about that," Willow grinned evilly, "You certainly deserve some payback for teasing me so unmercifully on the way out here."



"Oh please...you know you loved it," Tara giggled, struggling in vain to extricate herself.



"That's beside the point...yup...the way I see it, you owe me."



"Excuse me?"



"Well, by my count, you've already ruined at least three pairs of my undies...it seems only fair that I take yours." She wriggled a bit on Tara's pelvis and undid the top button of her captive's jeans.



Tara looked deep in thought for a moment, "Now that you've explained it," she bumped Willow right back, making her whimper, "I can see your point...there really should be some form of restitution. Let me see...do you need any bras? I have a lovely one right here if you'd like to take a look."



"I must say, I do like to examine the merchandise before I make any deals, may I?"



"Please," came the reply with a little more urgency than she intended. Suddenly Willow forgot all about the game.



Releasing Tara's hands, the redhead leaned down and kissed the full lips...softly, teasingly...and then with more purpose. Her tongue tracing the tender flesh, seeking entrance, and that granted, moving beyond into warm wetness, stroking and caressing its twin. Soon, what had begun slowly and sweetly escalated, becoming more passionate, more fulsome...moaning into each others mouths...tongues wrestling...hands wandering under clothing. Then something changed. It was nothing physical, but suddenly it was so much more than just a kiss, it was about tasting her mouth, swallowing her breath, taking in a part of this woman's soul and giving back her own in kind. Another moment of this and she'd faint. Willow pulled away, gasping for breath, "Wow...that was..." she sighed, resting her forehead on Tara's.



"Yes...wow," Tara smiled wistfully, reaching up to caress the redhead's cheek, sapphire eyes gazing into emerald, lost in each other...yes, utterly lost. Then, a little shaken by the intensity of the moment with this woman she scarcely knew, Tara broke the spell.



"Willow, darling..."



"Yes?"



"I think I'm lying on the remote," she squirmed awkwardly, "How about we take this someplace a little more comfortable?"



"I think I'd follow you anywhere," Did I say that out loud?



Tara smiled at that, "How does the bed sound?"



"Heaven."



Willow moved off of Tara and got to her feet with some effort, wobbly as her legs felt. Then she reached down to help her up, pulling the woman she could no longer deny she was falling in love with, into her arms. It was impossible to resist those luscious lips in such close proximity and several minutes passed before Tara could no longer stand it...or rather no longer stand.



"Willow?"



"Yes, beautiful?" she asked, tucking some hair behind Tara's ear.



"Take me..."



"Oh Tara," she moaned, nibbling on her ear, "Baby, you don't have to ask."



"Mmmm...I mean, Wi...Willow...oh Willow...oh hell...I was trying to say take me to the bed...but I like your idea better...oh yes...mmmmmmmm....oh God, Willoooow!"



TBC in 8b which will definitely be NC-17

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you all didn't happen to do a buncha drugs did ya?

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[Willster]

What a cliffhanger.. you're evil!!!!



I so can't wait to see what's gonna happen.. but can i just say one word: HOT!!!!

[The Rose24]

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Then she reached down to help her up, pulling the woman she could no longer deny she was falling in love with, into her arms.

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I'd say this is an understatement.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

[Stroke of Luck]

Argh, that isnt the best part to stop at! I want to read their love-making but ur chapter was great so far, the next one might get better



Cu

SoL/Natti

"I wish that you were here or that I were there, or that we were together anywhere!"