Sorry for my lengthy absence from the board, kittens - time is just kind of getting away from me here. Thank you all for the feedback ... I really do appreciate it, and stop in to check once in awhile, even when I don't have time to actually sit down and write. Actual replies to come later - in the meantime, here - read something
Series: Vignettes
Number: 29
Title: Ducky
Author: Sassette
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Summary: Some random silliness (thanks to Jenny, who wrote me an email asking me if I'd stopped writing … I hadn't realized I'd been gone from the board THAT long, and immediately sat down to crank something out).
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them, and as they reside in my heart, they belong to me. I'm not making any money off of them, though.
Rating: PG-13
NOTE: This is a long overdue vignette request from Auntie Beth, who read the infamous 'Boobies' vignette and thought it was Willow's turn to get wet. Personally, I think both of them spend most of their time wet.
Ducky
Part 29 of the Vignettes Series
by Sassette
Slipping out of her robe, Willow gave a small sigh of satisfaction as the worries of the day seemed to drop off of her as the fluffy white fabric fell to the floor. Murmuring contentedly, she stepped into the warm water of the bathtub, the bubbles tickling her skin, then sank down, feeling the heat seep into her, relaxing away the lingering tension.
Work, she had decided, was totally overrated.
Not that she didn't enjoy the fast-paced office environment, but it seemed like recently, she hadn't had any time to just enjoy the quiet moments, or to indulge in any silly time with Tara.
Tara.
Just the thought of the name brought a smile to Willow's face, and her eyelids fluttered shut, one soapy arm raising and lazily pushing bubbles back and forth. Tara certainly had no trouble maintaining a sense of youth and fun despite the pressures of adult life, and sometimes Willow thought it was the only thing keeping her sane.
Not that indulging in the sudden urge to take a midnight swim in a public pool naked was 'sane', but still - Willow felt certain that if Tara didn't talk her into something crazy and fun once in awhile, the high-pressure job and fast-paced office would have …
… turned her into her mother.
"Eww," she said aloud, a look of displeasure crossing her face. She supposed that, in a way, it was inevitable that children turn out like their parents eventually, but … that was certainly no reason not to fight it tooth and nail the whole way. And she was a Scooby, Willow thought, wiggling happily in the warm water. She was used to fighting the inevitable - and winning.
Even so, she wasn't sure how she would have fared without Tara. Tara, who loved her quirks and foibles, who made sure she ate breakfast, who bought her silly presents …
Willow's right eye cracked open, a thoughtful look on her face.
Now where had she …?
Squirming against the slippery sides of the tub, she reached out a dripping arm and tugged open the cabinet under the sink, depositing a little pile of soapy bubbly suds there. Her small firm breasts pressed against the bathtub, water sloshed over the rim as she groped blindly, discarding items until her fingers found a small rubber object.
Experimentally, she gave a squeeze, smiling at the happy squeak that met her ears.
With a satisfied smile, her mission accomplished, she settled back, a dusty yellow rubber ducky with a demented ducky smile in her hand.
"Well, Mr. Duck," Willow said, dunking him in the water, wondering if perhaps it was a girl-duck. Shouldn't two lesbians have a girl-duck? Then again, he didn't seem to have any little yellow rubber ducky genitalia, so it probably didn't matter. And Tara would probably be upset if she took a bath with a girl. Not that she'd be thrilled with the idea of her taking a bath with a boy, but it was a rubber duck, so it was probably okay. "You've come to the place to get all clean. This is a soapy watery place, that's fun for the whole G-Rated family. Except for the, y'know, me naked part. But here," she said, leaning back and scooping bubbles onto her chest. "A few strategically placed suds, and we're all PG-13."
Eyes shutting again, she let the rubber ducky drift where it would, a tune floating around in her brain that she couldn't quite recognize.
Relaxation stole over her, the ducky floating along and bumping into her periodically - her hip, her belly, her breast. Idly, she'd brush it away, sending it on a new journey of discovery as she hummed quietly to herself, the jaunty tune bringing a smile to her lips as she tried to recall the words.
"Oh, I know!" Willow said aloud suddenly, sitting up with a start, her eyes flying open as she splashed water everywhere. With a somewhat maniacal gleam in her eye, she grabbed the rubber ducky in her hands as she remembered what she had been humming.
"Now, Mr. Duck," she said with mock seriousness, giving the rubber ducky the 'resolve face'. "I don't sing very well, but good-by-golly, I'm gonna' try, and - and, I know I don't actually remember the words in English, but … well, we can pretend you're a bilingual duck, okay?"
Willow smiled, squeezing the rubber ducky and taking the answering squeak as agreement. Then, she took a deep breath and began to sing, waving the duck around merrily and splashing him in the water, her voice bouncing around the tiles and echoing across the room.
"Rubber Ducky, gozalo!
En el bano, nosotros dos!
Rubber Ducky, tu eres mi amigo …
vo do di do!
Rubber Ducky, me dio por suerte!
En el bano, de tenerte!
Rubber Ducky, tu eres mi amigo!"
The sound of applause interrupted her, and Willow looked at the door with wide eyes filled with a dawning horror as the door slowly swung open.
"Umm … rough day at the office, sweetie?" Tara asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing as she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her so she wouldn't let any cold air in.
"Umm," Willow said, weakly waving the bright yellow duck before dropping it into the water with a splash.
"How are you?" Tara asked seriously, sitting on the edge of the tub and tugging gently on a strand of Willow's hair, knowing that Willow had been working long hard hours at the office. It was good to see her playing - all relaxed and goofy like the girl she had met. Willow had certainly thrived on stress in college, and the workplace was similar, but whereas Tara could get CollegeWillow to let something slide once in a blue moon, WorkWillow was harder to work around.
"Umm … ducky?" Willow said sheepishly, picking up the duck again and splashing Tara lightly.
"I can see that," Tara said with a light laugh. "Don't stay in too long … you'll prune up all my favorite parts."
"Oh yeah?" Willow asked, her ears (and Tara's favorite parts) perking up. "And why would that be bad?" Willow asked, a playful expression on her face.
"Oh, I have plans for them," Tara said breezily, sauntering out of the bathroom, Willow's robe in her hands.
"What? Wait!" Willow said, jumping out of the tub and grabbing a towel, not caring that she was dripping water and bubbles all over the house as she chased after Tara.
And in the bathtub, a lone rubber ducky smiled.