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

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Wow, that was one great private "riding" lesson... I'm glad Finchmeister seemed somewhat human this time... Can't wait for Willow showing Tara her secret...

[wimpy0729]

Oh, Yay! Finch actually helped them out for once, and she even agreed to the tie-dye uniforms. Very cool, and I'm still jealous. On a side note, one year we got new uniforms and designed them ourselves. We decided on white shirts with turquoise and pink writing, knowing very well we would get them filthy, and also kind of funny since none of us were girly (though not really butchy), and very much not into pink. Before each game, we would body surf down the hill beside the field to see who could get dirtiest before the game even started. Plus, whoever was dirtiest by the end of the game got a free beer. God, I miss those days!

Then finally, the girls get some more quality alone time. Their final innocence taken/given in a very lovely way. I really liked Tara's method of helping Willow with the horses too. Positive reinforcement indeed.


Wimpy

[BlondCavalier]

Tara felt the slow pounding of her heart and her skin hummed like a forgotten chord of music was echoing inside her.

I love this line! It's so beautiful, expressive, and poetic.

And as for the rest of this chapter - well, what can I say? If it had been a jalepeno pepper, it would have made my eyes water and cleared my sinuses forever! I mean that was hot stuff! Ay carumba!


And I love the last line, "My heart doesn't stutter." That's so sweet (and poetic, again) and SO Tara!!

I'm a horsey girl, but I never had THESE kind of riding lessons! Imagine how different my life would have been if I had!

Keep this up!!

[indigokane]

*bilinks* wow.
ariel, you are doing a truely wonderful job with this story. you have no idea how flattering it is that you so highly praised my work after seeing the stunning job you have done with this. i can only hope the love scenes in my upcoming fics come close to the power of yours.
not to sound gushing (then again, maybe i do mean to) but, DAMN! i am so glad you took up writing about willo and tara. your work is more then a treat, it is a feast. i am eagerly looking forward to reading more and getting a chance to work with you.

and that was a great way for tara to get willow close to a horse! such true, pure love is terrifyingly rare in this world, keep it coming!!!!

[Finey_McFine]

OK, so I'm a little late with the fb on this chapter. It was late when you posted and I was somewhat incoherent.

Anyway...

loving the feel of the warm water racing between her breasts and down her belly and thighs. She thought of the rivulets of water and the touch of Willow’s fingers against her heated flesh and shivered delightedly.

Absolutely beautiful! Never in my life did I want to be droplets of water more than when I read this scene.


I really expected Cordelia to have some sort of nasty comment, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that it didn't happen.

So, Mistress Finch unknowingly came through for the girls and without the use of prune juice. Point: Finch!

Mrs. Finch considered then offered a rare smile

I would imagine that the only other time she smiles is when she's droppin' a deuce form all the the prune juice she consumes.

I mean closer in a way that’s m-measurable with the naked eye.

This had me laughing out loud. I really love the way you've written Tara. She has a wonderful sense of humor!

Kiss me somewhere you have wanted to kiss me but never done before.

Now this was a loaded statement and I never would have thought about behind an ear. See below.

She rolled Willow over, then cupped the soft curve of Willow’s breast, caressing its warmth in her hand before beginning a slow feasting on the pert pink nipples that welcomed her lips.

Ok, that's more like what my answer to the dare would have been, lol.

My friend...you've done it again! The 'melting' was really, really beautiful. I loved Willow's innocent wonder at the newness of it all and her enchantment with Tara's body. Absolutely perfect!

[Grimm]

Willow sniffed?... . I wanted to die of embarrassment for Tara... All that aside, This was a very sweet chapter. Willow finally got her turn to be the melt-her... Loved her line "that means i'm doing it right"...

[willowtaralover]

Sorry I’m late with this posting Ariel. I’d just finished for 21 when I saw 22 was up so I’ve written the posting for both the chapters.

Willow stepped closer into the light. “Look, Cordy. I’m a rotten liar and you know it. We’ve known each other almost all our lives.”

“Don’t remind me of that personal tragedy!”

Nice line of witty sarcasm there for Cordelia.

Loved Willow’s way of leveling the playing field between her cabin and Cordelia’s by simply using the rule book. I agree with Finey on this one all the way. But the fact she is sweet, geeky and super smart, as well as being uber cute why we all fell in love with her in the first place? Particularly a certain blue eyed blonde


Willow frowned in concentration, “I only wonder how you knew to . . . Veronica,” she said softly. She saw Cordelia’s grin.

“Blood is thicker than water after all,” Cordelia smirked.

Willow jumped to her feet, face hot with fury. “That is sick, mean, crap! She’s a little kid, Cordelia. Let her stay with you or leave her alone but using her like you’re doing is tearing her apart!”

“I’ll deal with Veronica.”

“No you won’t! You’ll use her and hurt her but you won’t deal with her. You won’t help her, or listen to her, or spend time with her! I’m sick of trying to reason with you! You tell your story in there, Cordy and I’ll tell mine and we’ll line up our witnesses and see how it all shakes out!” Willow stood up, fury giving her strength, and slammed the door behind her.

Cordelia showing a seriously nasty side here, first by practically admitting that SHE did bleach those words into Tara and Willow’s shirt then showing a serious lack of interest in her cousins welfare. I’m surprised that Willow doesn’t punch Cordy’s lights out herself. Plus we have Veronica listening in on their conversation so I wonder what she has to make of her cousins admission.

Again, not American, never been to summer camp there but are counsellors like Cordy really allowed?

Nice way of choosing the next day’s swear word, prune juice, with Finchy bringing a fresh glass of it for Willow to ‘enjoy’.

Really nice scene with Tara bringing out the mandolin and singing for the girls and especially Willow, a really nice scene.

LOVED Devola’s revelation of what was actually in the bag, I actually thought it was food waste from the kitchen. I was a little out in guessing how Veronica helped. I thought she may have helped Devola put the stuff in Cordelia’s bed but distracting helps too, plus she is now being seen in a more positive light by the other girls, even if it does make her feel a little awkward, so thanks for that Ariel.

Willow learning to ride hmmm, that reminds me of another story by one of my, now, favourite W/T authors. The story ‘Courage’ that you wrote Ariel and is still saved to my pen-drive and which I believe I will be re-reading very soon. Just who or what will Willow be riding, that’s what I’d like to know, smirk,


Finally she finished scrubbing her scalp and simply stood, loving the feel of the warm water racing between her breasts and down her belly and thighs.Either I’m very innocent or naïve but this, for, me has got to be one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever read in fanfic.

I like the way that Tara uses dancing so that Willow gets closer to Dolly the horse because Willow is so scared to get nearer herself.

“Uh hmm.” Willow swayed, feeling Tara’s nipples harden against her back. She herself swelling down there, like a flower blooming with nectar in its petals. She wanted to give the WAVE, but her fingers wouldn’t quite move in unison. There was a wall in front of her, a warm brown wall and Tara reached her arm past Willow to put a hand on it.

I really like the use of description here to describe how Tara’s positioning makes Willow feel, while at the same time trying to calm her whilst in the horses presence.

Again, as is previous chapters, while Tara is with Willow there is little to no stammering at all. And Willow has noticed as well.

A really sweet love scene without the girls going at it hammer and tongs, but just discovering each others bodies and enjoying the feel of first time love.

That was a really nice chapter and a bit of a change without the younger girls being involved, but what I want to know is what Veronica is going to do?

[LonelyTara]

I agree with Maggie, very sweet.

[love_2003]

Great update. Glad that Willow and Tara have some great friends at camp that will watch over their kids.

[KnightlyLove]

*Love* that line
Poor Willow... I suspect that their "riding lessons" won't be quite as productive as Finchy was hoping.

They're so sweet. I loved truth or dare too.

Please tell me that Tara's going to move to Willow's city, or mayhaps I will die.

[Ariel]

[center]Sorry for the delay! Visited New York City for a taste of Broadway! Great to go and great to get back![/center]


bouncer73:

great story... loved the "poopular" word. I just about died and the visual of the pudding..omg..too funny

Thanks for writing! I’m relieved that Devola’s rapid-fire retelling worked!!! Glad you like the story!


Laragh:

Trick dancing, I love it!! I'd be happy to be foiled into being near a large, scary animal if it meant I got to dance with Tara!

God I love the intense attraction between them. It's so much more than just teenage hormones.

Yes it is, again, Romeo and Juliet. As Romeo was mooning over Rosalind, so Willow was mooning over Xander, then came the dawn . . .

Glad you liked “Truth or Dare” and they will play it again. Although your version of being dared to grind against a stranger is uh intriguing. (Maybe a little scary, too!)

What's Willow's secret??? Colour me intrigued!!

And I predict that you and Cyteach, in particular, will like it. Stay tuned later for “Secrets and Lies”

That was such a sweet love scene!! So beautifully poetic. And I've always loved that 'My heart doesn't stutter' line! Great use of it!

I think this was maybe my favourite chapter so far!!!

Heartfelt thanks.


Maggie AKA Leonhart17:

Aww that was sweet! I'm glad they got a chance to be alone and that Finch-bitch actually helped them out for once (even unknowingly)

Yeah! Willow had to press her feet flat on the floor to keep from jumping up and doing a happy dance! Thanks for the good word!


Zampsa19752001:

Wow, that was one great private "riding" lesson...

Glad it worked for you!!!

I'm glad Finchmeister seemed somewhat human this time...

Many of us were surprised! See Maggie’s post above!

As to Willow’s secret, you and Laragh will not have to wait too long!


Wimpy:

Oh, Yay! Finch actually helped them out for once, and she even agreed to the tie-dye uniforms. Very cool, and I'm still jealous.

Colors were chosen, team name selected!

Before each game, we would body surf down the hill beside the field to see who could get dirtiest before the game even started. Plus, whoever was dirtiest by the end of the game got a free beer.

*Yoink* Minus the free beer, part lol!

Their final innocence taken/given in a very lovely way.

Thank you very much! It’s great to write because you get to see it, too! *sigh*


BlondCavalier:
Thank you for the comment on the poetic language, working on it!

And as for the rest of this chapter - well, what can I say? If it had been a jalapeño pepper, it would have made my eyes water and cleared my sinuses forever! I mean that was hot stuff! Ay carumba!

God, I love your humor! You’ve done it again, girlfriend, I’m LMAO!

And I love the last line, "My heart doesn't stutter." That's so sweet (and poetic, again) and SO Tara!!

I thank you on Amber Benson’s behalf, since she wrote that wonderful line!

I'm a horsey girl, but I never had THESE kind of riding lessons! Imagine how different my life would have been if I had!

I’m with you, there! Lol!


indigokane:

ariel, you are doing a truly wonderful job with this story.

Heartfelt thanks, as to flattering you and your stuff, nope! Just fascinated with your characters and premise! Good luck with it, I can hardly wait!


Finey McFine:
Both you and Rick liked the shower scene:

Absolutely beautiful! Never in my life did I want to be droplets of water more than when I read this scene.

High praise from you, oh Tsarina of the Tub scene!

My friend...you've done it again! The 'melting' was really, really beautiful. I loved Willow's innocent wonder at the newness of it all and her enchantment with Tara's body. Absolutely perfect!

Thank you, definitely got a lift from your hot prose and that of others on the KB!

So, Mistress Finch unknowingly came through for the girls and without the use of prune juice. Point: Finch!

Yep, the old girl likes to keep us guessing!

I would imagine that the only other time she smiles is when she's droppin' a deuce form all the the prune juice she consumes.

Okay, first you steal from SMGOVAN’s mighty prose and now . . okay, I’m telling!

Friends, Finey McFine recently confessed to buying prune juice at a public market. She alleges, of course, that it was not for her personal consumption but for the exclusive use of her mother. Okay, Shel, you’re BUSTED! In fact, a professional photographer even photographed your purchase, so come clean once and for all!


SMGOVAN:

Willow sniffed?... . I wanted to die of embarrassment for Tara...

You weren’t alone! For Willow, though, it’s innocent curiosity and she’s “basking in all things Tara” to steal and slightly change a quote from Finey McFine’s latest post!

This was a very sweet chapter. Willow finally got her turn to be the melt-her

“Melt-her” <=LOVE that flash of wit! And she did it beautifully. The tremendous trust between them makes a lot of things possible, almost everything in fact! You commented once on the strength of believing in someone and they believe in each other.

Loved her line "that means i'm doing it right"...

She is discovering her own confidence as a lover, back to the trust between them . .


willowtaralover:
Rick, thanks for reading and posting such detailed critique!

Cordelia showing a seriously nasty side here, first by practically admitting that SHE did bleach those words into Tara and Willow’s shirt then showing a serious lack of interest in her cousins welfare. I’m surprised that Willow doesn’t punch Cordy’s lights out herself. Plus we have Veronica listening in on their conversation so I wonder what she has to make of her cousins admission.

Again, not American, never been to summer camp there but are counsellors like Cordy really allowed?

My book Camp Camp is my guide and the real truth is far worse in some cases!

Really nice scene with Tara bringing out the mandolin and singing for the girls and especially Willow.

This is an English folk song, so you may have gotten the joke in that Tara changed the lyrics from “Black is the color of my true love’s hair” to the more appropriate red.

“Uh hmm.” Willow swayed, feeling Tara’s nipples harden against her back. She herself swelling down there, like a flower blooming with nectar in its petals. She wanted to give the WAVE, but her fingers wouldn’t quite move in unison. There was a wall in front of her, a warm brown wall and Tara reached her arm past Willow to put a hand on it.

I really like the use of description here to describe how Tara’s positioning makes Willow feel, while at the same time trying to calm her whilst in the horses presence.

Thank you for the analysis, helpful!!!

Finally, Veronica will respond and is responding to Cordelia’s behavior, but it’s a process and won’t happen all at once. Witness some more changes in this post . .


LonelyTara:

I agree with Maggie, very sweet.

Thanks, Robin! Glad you and Maggie approve and the WAVE is still alive and well so hurry up and update both of your fics!


Love 2003:

Great update.

Glad you liked it!

Glad that Willow and Tara have some great friends at camp that will watch over their kids.

And it will come back to Carly, stay tuned!


KnightlyLove:
Yes. Amber’s line, “My heart doesn’t stutter,” was simply too perfect not to use. Nice to know a few of us have read that comic!

The sex was great, oh so great. "My first time"???? what's with that? I guess I read kind of more than you'd intended in the bed?

Yes you did, for shame! Seriously, for both of them letting each other inside was very meaningful. In this story’s backstory, Tara describes touching herself as, “Making love to myself,” but Willow was the first person besides herself to give her that gift of love and pleasure. Thank you for your kind words about the loveliness of the language; I am doing my best to reflect the beauty of Shakespeare’s language in their love scenes together. However, there will also be some reality to come . . . stay tuned.

They're so sweet. I loved truth or dare too.

It helped them bridge some of the shyness and awkwardness. You and Laragh will have another chance to enjoy their game.

As to their continuing, stories are “such stuff as dreams are made on” so there is no telling what will happen next . . . but I’m thinking about it!


[center]STORY TO FOLLOW (ALMOST) IMMEDIATELY![/center]

[Ariel]

Feedback is golden and a lot of great ideas came directly from you! Thanks for reading and writing when you can!


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 language and breast references, ratings will change depending on content
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.

*no connection to the sit-com of the same name


Thoughts are in italics.


Part 23: Softball and other sports . . .


Willow locked the door carefully behind them, put the key in her pocket, and went down the ladder first. Then she looked up and noticed Tara’s breasts making their rhythmic descent.


She sighed, there’s just something beautiful about them. They’re so utterly perfect and the way they sway coming down the ladder. Mmmm. I could just about--


“Willow?”


“Wha-what?”


“What do you think?”


Willow blinked, trying to overcome the deer-in-the-headlights look on her face and stalled for time. “What do I think?”


Tara’s smile was amused, “That was the question.”


“What do I think? Well, a lot actually about mathematics, physics, and I like chemistry too. I think all the time; it’s good for the brain. Of course the majority of synaptic connections exist during infancy and early childhood, but new neural pathways are capable of being formed. In fact, studies have shown that older people who keep their brains actively learning have a higher level of mental function which may be helpful in resisting senile dementia.” Willow gave a relieved sigh, score one for the babbler!


Tara was not to be put off. “What do you think about the Riding Lessons?”


Willow felt her heart pound and the blood rush to her face. She swayed where she stood and Tara pulled her into an embrace, bending down so that their flushed faces were cheek to cheek. Then Tara ran a finger up from the base of Willow’s throat and tipped her chin up for a slow, sensuous kiss. They breathed their desire into each other’s mouth, suddenly grateful that Tara had the ladder to lean back against. Finally the kiss broke, and they simply held each other for a long time, breathing deeply. Then their eyes met.


Tara spoke first. “You take my breath away.”


Willow nodded and the hitch in her own breathing returned the compliment. Then her eyes dropped to Tara’s nipples, pushing against the fabric of the tank top and work shirt. She tried to make conversation to conceal her total fascination with Tara’s deep breathing. “Do you want to head for lunch?”


Tara remained silent.


I think her nipples are getting bigger. Willow leaned in closer, still attempting a façade of normalcy. “So do you want to go to lunch?”


Tara did not answer.


I could go up there right now and do it all over again. I wish we could. Why doesn’t she answer me? “I said, ‘do you want to go to lunch'? Taaaaara!” She dragged her eyes up to her lover’s face to see Tara’s beautiful lips quirked into a crooked smile.


Tara smiled and indicated her breasts, “I don’t think that they can talk.” She met Willow’s eyes, “But I’m available for lunch.”


“Oh. Okay. Sorry.” Willow blushed painfully, looked away and turned to go, but Tara caught her arm. Her voice was very soft.


“I d-didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Willow.” She dropped her eyes. “I love how you look at me and m-make me feel sexy and beautiful.”


Willow smiled back. “It’s easy. You are sexy and beautiful.”


“So are you.” Tara smiled reminiscently, “I loved how you touched me the morning after that first night we shared a bed.”


Willow racked her brains. “The morning?”


“Monday m-morning.” Tara sighed. “I was asleep, then I felt your warm breath on my breast, blowing right on my nipple.” She shivered sensuously. “I thought that you were asleep so I stayed still and pretended to be asleep too. Th-then you put your fingers there and brushed over my nipple and you put your hand on my breast and I felt tingly all over my whole body.”


Willow gasped, remembering how she had been scared to death about drooling on Tara’s breast in her sleep and had tried to touch Tara’s tank top to feel for drool.


Tara continued, “So I th-thought I’d m-maybe kiss you, so I opened my eyes and said, ‘Willow’ but you lost your balance and landed on the floor. I leaned over to kiss you and you were looking at me and I smiled at you. Then the kids showed up. But you were so h-hot. If it had been anybody but you I w-would’ve been mad, but I was already in love with you so it was perfect that you made the first move.”


Willow’s voice squeaked. “You thought that I was hot?”


Tara’s eyes locked with hers and the blond nodded without breaking their gaze.


Willow couldn’t keep the worry out of her voice. “Tara? What would you do if you found out that your hot lover was the world’s biggest dork?”


Tara’s laughter was warm music as she hugged Willow and whirled her around. “Impossible!”


Willow felt an uncomfortable pause, “So how about that lunch, Tara?” Willow managed a smile as she looked Tara up and down, “Everyone is invited!”


Tara’s smile was radiant. “Let’s go!” Then she slid her arm around Willow’s waist and pulled Willow in closer as they headed out of the barn.


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They crossed the dining hall porch, narrowly avoiding an angry Carly who was striding rapidly out of the dining hall.


Tara spoke, “Carly, is everything okay?”


Carly was furious. “If only my father hadn’t shown up when he did! I could’ve taken two or three punches off Cordelia easy, beaten her up, and watched her get fired for sure with so many witnesses around us!”


Willow was worried, “What has she done now?”


“My camper. Oh ex-camper since Mrs. Finch moved me over, comes up to Cordelia. She skinned her elbow and it’s bleeding. Okay, Miss Priss sends her off to the nurse. Well, the nurse isn’t around and the kid can’t find Cordelia! Amazing! So she comes to me, still bleeding to get the scrape cleaned up and a band-aid put on. The scrape isn’t serious, but you’re supposed to take little kids to the nurse, not just tell ‘em to go and then disappear! I mean, what the fuck--”


Tara put a warning hand on her arm and Carly smiled briefly and lowered her voice. “So what the heck is Finch paying that idiot for? She’s obviously too busy to take care of the kids!”


Willow shook her head. “Cordelia has always gotten away with pretty much everything. She’s rich and her family is well connected in town.”


Tara nodded, “Mrs. Finch mentioned that her dad is donating money to remodel the camp.”


Carly nodded, “Great. Perfect. We’ll just try to keep the kids in one piece ‘till the check lands in the bank!”


The three stared at each other for a moment.


Willow broke the silence, “Keep the kids alive. So that’s the plan.” She grinned, “It’s always nice to have a plan.”


Carly laughed in spite of herself. “Yeah. I guess it is. Hey, meet us after lunch and we can all do the actual tie-dying together.” She headed out and Willow and Tara entered to find their kids already in line for sandwiches, chips, cheeses, nuts, and fresh fruit.


Tara looked around the table. “So, should we all dye our j-jerseys the same or everyone do our own c-colors?”


Devola jumped in first, as usual, “Blood red, maybe with some black and blue and purple to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies!”


Connie rolled her eyes. “It’s a softball game, Devola, not a horror movie.”


Towanda spoke, “Our score last game was a horror movie. 17 to 2, we were slaughter-balled. I hate that.”


Tara frowned, “Slaughter-balled?”


“Yeah,” Towanda explained. “Leagues have a ‘mercy rule’ if one team is ahead by like 15 runs on the 3rd or 4th inning, then the team wins and the game is over.”

Kate tried to look on the bright side. “They slaughter-balled us at the bottom of the third inning, but we got a few runs.”


Devola was scornful. “Two, Kate, two is a couple of runs, not ‘a few’. Like I said, we were murd-a-lated!”


Towanda agreed. “Yeah. They got us. Can we practice today?”


Tara and Willow exchanged glances, Tara spoke cautiously, “Only if there’s enough time. We still have tie-dying and we need to do our cabin clean up.”


The girls groaned in unison.


Willow saw the opportunity. “So let’s finish the clean up fast and head out to the field. Sound good?”


The girls nodded.


“Hey!” Everyone turned to Lisa. “We should pick team colors and maybe a team name.”


“Yeah!” Towanda had a brainstorm. “How about ‘The Whomping Willows’?”


Tara noted Willow’s blush with amusement.


Lisa came back quickly, “Or the ‘Tare Bears’!”


Willow grinned as Tara’s cheeks quickly turned red.


Lisa continued, “And how about blue and red and orange for our colors?”


Connie sniffed disapprovingly, “Only if you’re color blind or crazy!”


Devola was inspired, “The Reds! We can call ourselves the Reds and have our jerseys be blood red.”


Connie glared at her. “What’s with the blood red! Why is it always blood or barf?”


Devola started a comeback, but Kate managed to cut her off.


“We’re in the woods. I’m seeing blue and green and yellow. ‘The Reds’ sound okay for a name.”


Devola jumped in. “Okay, I’ll go with the colors if our numbers can be painted blood red.”


Connie groaned.


Towanda considered. “Blue and yellow and green. Yeah! And blood red letters! Let’s do it!”


Debbie nodded. “Okay.”


Bettina hadn’t been able to keep up with the entire discussion but agreed with the final conclusion while Mouse and Veronica just sat together and listened.


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Willow and Tara counted their cabin tie-dye as a success since no one fell into the barrels, knocked over dye pots or made Mrs. Gidden look like she was about to have a fit. It was also fun to work with Carly’s and Mary’s kids who were flattered by the younger girls’ obvious admiration and treated them nicely.


The blue and yellow and green jerseys came out well and everyone was pleased with their results. Willow and Tara successfully dyed their vandalized shirts to match the team colors.


Even the cabin clean up was fun when Willow and Tara took turns playing ‘Wicked Queen’, a new game where all the girls were scullery maids in the Wicked Queen’s castle and were forced to work day and night under her evil command.


The girls took turns plotting escapes, making faces while the Wicked Queen’s back was turned, and complaining about the torture and misery they endured. Devola, especially, was in her element and told thrilling stories about bizarre tortures and narrow escapes that made the work speed along. Finally everything was done and they gathered up their softball gear and headed out just as Carly was on the way in.


“Hey, can I uh see you two for a second?”


They headed out past the porch and out of the range of inquiring ears.


“Okay, look. I have a chance to visit my Dad for an hour or so and I miss him and—“


Willow jumped in, “We got it, Carly! Hey, it’s the least we can do after,” she swallowed, ambushed by beautiful memories, “uh, everything.”


Tara smiled. “G-glad to help, Carly!”


Carly smiled eagerly, but hesitated. “Mary is the best. I don’t want to let her down or anything.”


Willow snapped her fingers, “Let’s do a combined softball practice.”


Carly grinned, “Great idea, Willow and maybe you could eat outside. The kitchen doesn’t care as long as you bring the dishes back.”


Tara nodded. “That sounds fun. L-let’s meet on the softball field to start.”


Carly grinned and raced off to straighten out the details with Mary.


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Practice was fun. Hallie used the older girls as mentors and paired them up so that the better players could demonstrate playing their position to the younger girl playing the same position. They worked on tightening their infield defense, but mainly on batting.


Mary watched the girls who were playing tag and the others who were sprawled on the field talking while Hallie pulled Tara and Willow off to the side.


Hallie’s face was serious, “The good news is that your infield is tightening up. Not too many real hits past the infield so your defense is getting better.” She frowned worriedly, “But your hitting still sucks. You have four girls who strike out every time. Slow pitch softball is a hitter’s game, not like fast pitch where you get into pitcher’s duels and stuff. You don’t stand a chance if you can’t get them hitting better.”


They nodded. Then Tara spoke up shyly, “It’s a g-game, right? I m-mean no one will die if they l-lose.”


Hallie looked at her incredulously. “You’re missing the whole point, Tara, I mean sports are really serious!”


Willow nodded agreement. “Yeah, sports are right up there with Science Fairs.”


Hallie stared uncomprehendingly at Willow, “Like Science Fairs! Oh my God! You guys don’t have a clue!”


Willow and Tara looked at each other and Tara called to the kids. -“Okay, a little more b-batting before dinner!”


The kids got to their feet.


Tara grabbed a bat and stepped into the batter’s box while Hallie grinned and took the mound. She lobbed a high floater and it looked to Willow like everything went in slow motion as the muscles on Tara’s tanned forearms tensed, her torso uncoiled like a spring, and she whipped the bat around in a smooth arc. The sharp crack of the bat hitting the ball was loud and the ball sailed out past the outfield. Tara blushed as she jogged the bases and the little girls cheered. She returned to find Willow standing there with her eyes wide and her mouth open.


“My b-big brother m-made me practice with him.”


Hallie took charge. “Nice shot, Tara.” She returned her gaze to the girls. “Okay, you plant your feet, keep your eye on the ball, shift your weight from your back foot and swing right through the middle of the ball. Always, keep your eye on the ball. That is the only way you’ll hit reliably. Okay, who’s first?”


Meanwhile, Tara and Willow worked with the outfielders, hitting pop-ups, fast grounders, and line drives. They realized that their outfielders were weak and that the odds of them actually catching a fly ball were slim, but they worked and focused on where to throw the ball, depending on the situation. Then they rotated the fielders into batting practice and worked with the infield players.


Finally the dinner bell rang and Hallie pulled all three of them a ways away for a last round of advice.


The kids were in a clump, talking mostly about the practice when three of Cordelia’s team approached. Tizzie Stilton, a blond with painted nails and a perm, spoke first.


“Glad we came. We needed a good laugh.”


Towanda frowned. “Just shut up and leave us alone.”


Devola grinned, pointing at Towanda, “Yeah! What she said!”


A hefty girl with straight blond hair spoke up, “Shut up yourself, Dum-ola!”


Devola’s eyes widened and she looked terrified. “Somebody call 9-1-1! Kelly Leblonski has overdosed on stupid pills and oh my god.” Devola put a hand over her heart. “It looks like a terminal condition!”


Towanda and most of the girls laughed out loud.


A tall, skinny girl with straight black hair put a hand on Kelly’s arm. “Don’t let her bug you, Kelly. Everyone knows she’s a total freak!” Then she glared at Mouse who was staring up at her, wide-eyed. “What are you looking at, Rat?”


Mouse spoke up. “I’m Mouse.”


The girl glared at her. “Oh yeah, you’re Rat the strike out queen. Well, I’m Billie and I play first base so I won’t have to worry about you, since you’ll never even make it that far!”


Veronica put an arm around Mouse. “Leave her alone, Billie!”


“Shut up, Veronica! You’re a rat, too! But no problem since I won’t see either one of you on first base!”


Mouse said seriously, “Maybe I’ll get on first base, if I try real, real hard.”


Billie laughed and pointed to the blond with the perm. “You’ll only get on base if Tizzie hits you with the ball!” She smiled mockingly at Mouse. “I’ll make you a bet. You get on first base I’ll give you a dollar, but if you don’t you give me a dime. What do you say, kid?”


Lisa spoke, “She’s a little kid. Don’t bet money or tease her.” She looked around at everyone. “Come on, this is a game let’s just do our best and that’s it.”


Kate flashed Lisa an admiring smile. “She’s right.”


Tizzie leaned forward, her eyes dancing with malice. “We have a plan. We’re going to slaughter ball you in the second inning.”


Lisa spoke up, “It has to be 15 runs ahead at the bottom of the third.”


Tizzie cut her off, “Or 20 runs ahead after the second, camp rules. We’re gonna bury you losers!”


The three girls began walking off together, then Billie turned and waved to Mouse and Veronica. “Bye, Rats! Start saving your money!”


Mouse looked up at Veronica. Her face was troubled, “I don’t like her. She’s a mean girl.”


Veronica gulped and cuddled Mouse close. “It’s okay. I bat right ahead of you and we’re all going to stick together.”


The other girls nodded and unconsciously scooted a little closer together.

[vampyregurl73]

How did I get dibs?!

Oh Ariel,

Première fois de Tara, si doux, de souvenirs qui sera toujours effectué, bien fait, mon petit Gomez. Les filles du sein rendre le monde go 'round!

The team practice is so cute, and even Veronica seems to be feeding her conscience, seems like her and mouse are bonding too.

Can't wait for more.

[indigokane]

great update! love the way the girls are sticking up for themselves and each other.

DAMN! willow really is a breast gal, huh? good thing tara is understanding.

can't wait for more.

tina

[Laragh]

I love how Willow gets distracted by even the simpliest of breast movements. A girl after my own heart

Haha, good old babble never fails to amuse.

Loved softball training. Totally love Hallie lol.

But those kids, grrrrr.....

Looking forward to more

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for great update-y goodness... I'm glad that the tie-dying went well... I really liked the softball practice... I really liked how Veronica defended her new best friend Mouse...

[wimpy0729]

Oh, so many things going on. Firstly, I'm totally with Willow on the appreciation of Tara's swaying breasts. When a lovely pair are doing that, it sort of mesmermizes me too.

I think her nipples are getting bigger.

I LOVE when that happens. Damn, reading that was the perfect way to start the day.

I loved the girls picking the team name and colors. Of course, Devola totally cracked me up. Yes, always with the blood and barf. lol

Then the practice. Well, I do love that the girls are at least having fun, and we can't really expect too much softball ability in that age group yet. Maybe with a little more practice they'll at least be able to hold their own. Really anxious to see how that all plays out. ha Those older girls of Cordy's seem to be taking mean lessons from her. I'd at least like to see one of them fall/get knocked on their ass during the game.

And of course Veronica -- wow, actually showing compassion towards Mouse. Absolutely fabulous!


Wimpy

[leonhart17]

Aww, I'm glad the girls are sticking together but that other team is a bunch of horrible little people! I'm glad the tie dying went well too so they don't have to wear their bleached shirts!

Very cute chapter!

[BeMyDeputy]

Hey Ariel,
Sorry for the feedback delay, but I wanted to write more than "hey I read this," and needed some time to think about it.

Riding Lessons
I really liked that you're addressing Willow's fear in a slow and believable manner. Willow has the problem of being afraid she's going to be bitten, making it more difficult to try the "here, feed her a few sugar cubes" solution to meeting a horse.

[i]t’s like a final only scarier!

Just my two cents, but I always thought of Willow as someone who thought of tests as challenges, like a mountain to a mountain climber. But not really scary. Not to say this is bad, just not how I think of her.

There it all was: a bit of dusty loft, an old mattress and paradise.

I liked this.

“Take my hands and put them where you want them to be.”

I am such a sucker for any variation on the "show me how to touch you" theme, so a big yay for this.

“Show me, Tara. Touch yourself.”

Again, with the total sucker for this.

I liked the implementation of the line from [i]Willow and Tara{/i]. It fit well.


Softball and other sports . . .
Wicked Queen: totally awesome.

Softball practice: very cute, though I still have issues with this camp for pitting different ages against each other. It doesn't really seem fair. Cordelia's girls were believably cruel. It's neat to see Veronica and Mouse's relationship come along.

Kate

[Grimm]

Ariel why?? You've gone all soft on me and humanized Veronica..she's a "Chase" for God's or Godesses sake!...I actually found her moment with Mouse touching and I like the way she's becoming a part of the group. Okay, Veronica is officially off of my "shit list". Luckily for me, F.T.D.B. and Queen C have life time memberships.. I really loved the clean-up game (gonna try it on my kids later 2day) ....I loved Willow's breast girl zone out moment in the barn! Even at a young age, Willow's still a horndog.

[Finey_McFine]

Ariel:

It's really hard for me to comment intelligently on this last update when you are referencing things like Prune Juice and in the same sentence saying...

so come clean once and for all!

Well, if I actually were to consume said juice, you just might get your wish! And SMGOVAN...jumping on the band wagon!! You should be ashamed of yourself! I'm completely shocked.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Now back to our regularly scheduled comment...

Then she looked up and noticed Tara’s breasts making their rhythmic descent.
She sighed, there’s just something beautiful about them. They’re so utterly perfect and the way they sway coming down the ladder. Mmmm.

Hmmmm...a wondrous sight indeed.

Tara smiled and indicated her breasts, “I don’t think that they can talk.” She met Willow’s eyes, “But I’m available for lunch.”

Yes! Score one for the babbler. When faced with such a sight, I doubt that I would have faired much better in this situation. Willow and I have much in common, lol.

They are utterly adorable and you are doing a fantastic job writing them! The innocence and wonder of first love is all here. Bravo!

Loved the softball stuff and Cordelia's gang of bitches totally remind me of 'The Plastics' form Mean Girls, lol. I hope the kids clobber them!

[KnightlyLove]

Okay, 1. Sexy, 2. Cute!, and 3. I hope they win!!!

[willowtaralover]

Then her eyes dropped to Tara’s nipples, pushing against the fabric of the tank top and work shirt. She tried to make conversation to conceal her total fascination with Tara’s deep breathing. “Do you want to head for lunch?”

Tara remained silent.

I think her nipples are getting bigger. Willow leaned in closer, still attempting a façade of normalcy. “So do you want to go to lunch?”

Wow what a picture this scene paints, damn but you're making a horndog outta me LOL.


Tara caught her arm. Her voice was very soft.

“I d-didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Willow.” She dropped her eyes. “I love how you look at me and m-make me feel sexy and beautiful.”

THis is such a sweet scene, and shows how Willow is helping Tara get over her nervousness and how much Willow really means to Tara.



My camper. Oh ex-camper since Mrs. Finch moved me over, comes up to Cordelia. She skinned her elbow and it’s bleeding. Okay, Miss Priss sends her off to the nurse. Well, the nurse isn’t around and the kid can’t find Cordelia! Amazing! So she comes to me, still bleeding to get the scrape cleaned up and a band-aid put on. The scrape isn’t serious, but you’re supposed to take little kids to the nurse, not just tell ‘em to go and then disappear! I mean, what the fuck--”

Seriously, what on earth is Cordelia doing there, was she sent as a punishment or something. More to the point though, where is Harmony. She's been introduced and not seen since.

Devola jumped in first, as usual, “Blood red, maybe with some black and blue and purple to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies!”

Connie rolled her eyes. “It’s a softball game, Devola, not a horror movie.”

This is just one small part of one of the wittiest conversations in the entire piece. I love how the kids can't believe that Willow and Tara don't see the seriousness in winning the softball game.


Tara spoke up shyly, “It’s a g-game, right? I m-mean no one will die if they l-lose.”

Hallie looked at her incredulously. “You’re missing the whole point, Tara, I mean sports are really serious!”

Willow nodded agreement. “Yeah, sports are right up there with Science Fairs.”

Hallie stared uncomprehendingly at Willow, “Like Science Fairs! Oh my God! You guys don’t have a clue!”

I love how Mouse and Veronica are sitting together at lunch just listening to the conversation. Veronica has come such a long way in such a short time. Thank you so much for that friendship.

Veronica put an arm around Mouse. “Leave her alone, Billie!”

YEAH, go Veronica.

What can I say Ariel this story just get's better with each chapter and I love how a character is taken on this journey from one extreme, being mean to being nice. But it's also done subtly and theyr'e not overnight nice but a gradual progression. I just hope my own story is as good as this.

[Ariel]

Vampyregurl AKA Heather le Celebre:
‘Tish, you spoke French! Sexy French about Tara’s first time being sweet and breast girls making the world go round! You are both a beauty and a philosopher! (not to mention quite a French teacher!)

The team practice is so cute, and even Veronica seems to be feeding her conscience, seems like her and mouse are bonding too.

Yes, and it’s heating up for the big game!

Waiting for more? I hear and obey, O Diva!


indigokane:

great update! love the way the girls are sticking up for themselves and each other.

Yes. The ideal relationship is a growing one, that makes you stronger and speaks to your better angel. They definitely have it!

DAMN! willow really is a breast gal, huh? good thing tara is understanding.

Tara is a shy girl, but she’s also a very passionate one – mostly, she LOVES it!

Great seeing your new story, “Trust Me” on the board! Welcome!


Laragh:

I love how Willow gets distracted by even the simpliest of breast movements. A girl after my own heart

Mine as well, definitely agree with your taste!

Loved softball training. Totally love Hallie lol.

I do, too! She has a good heart, even though she’ll never love a science fair!

But those kids, grrrrr.....

The whole team isn’t like them, but they have the benefit of Cordelia as a role model . . .


Zampsa19752001:

I'm glad that the tie-dying went well...

You and Maggie are on the same page! Mrs. Gidden is a woman on the edge so any major project is chancy, but our girls deserve decent shirts!

Glad you liked the softball practice, it’s fun to write, brings back memories . . .

I really liked how Veronica defended her new best friend Mouse...

I do, too. Stay tuned . . . some interesting developments on that.


Wimpy:

Firstly, I'm totally with Willow on the appreciation of Tara's swaying breasts. When a lovely pair are doing that, it sort of mesmermizes me too.

I’m with you, girlfriend! The dance of the Goddesses!

I loved the girls picking the team name and colors. Of course, Devola totally cracked me up. Yes, always with the blood and barf. Lol

Stay tuned for uniform *YOINK*ishness on the day of the big game!

Those older girls of Cordy's seem to be taking mean lessons from her. I'd at least like to see one of them fall/get knocked on their ass during the game.

*YOINK* stay tuned!

And of course Veronica -- wow, actually showing compassion towards Mouse. Absolutely fabulous!

More to come on that!


Leonhart17 AKA Maggie:

Aww, I'm glad the girls are sticking together but that other team is a bunch of horrible little people!

Yes! And they are learning from the masters: Cordelia and Harmony. They will provide more than one demonstration of their lovely personalities, stay tuned.

I'm glad the tie dying went well too so they don't have to wear their bleached shirts!

You and Zampsa19752001 are in agreement; W/T and their flock of young ones deserve the best!


BeMyDeputy AKA Kate:

I really liked that you're addressing Willow's fear in a slow and believable manner. Willow has the problem of being afraid she's going to be bitten, making it more difficult to try the "here, feed her a few sugar cubes" solution to meeting a horse.

Thank you! Yeah, phobias are not easy. Willow has some intense moments coming up!

Appreciated your thought about Willow seeing tests as mountains to climb and not scary. I see that in her, the love of the challenge and the drive for mastery. I also see a real fear of failure which means getting only 90% on a test! Lol. Seriously, I am looking at a re-write to find a more precise way of expressing that. Thanks for the help!

I am such a sucker for any variation on the "show me how to touch you" theme, so a big yay for this.

Thank you! You used it beautifully in QofH and it seemed true for two girls who are just discovering their own and each other’s body. Tara had mentioned touching herself and so for Willow it was a natural request. Glad it worked!

Wicked Queen: totally awesome.

That game is loads of fun and it WORKS for getting kids to work – personally tested and approved! SMGOVAN has also tested it recently!

Cordelia’s girls are the same age. Carly and Cordelia had the other half of the sevens, then Carly moved to help Mary with the 12’s. Kelly is big for her age, Billie is tall for her age, and Tizzie is just mean!


SMGOVAN:

Ariel why?? You've gone all soft on me and humanized Veronica.

Never underestimate the power of W/T love!

Okay, Veronica is officially off of my "shit list". Luckily for me, F.T.D.B. and Queen C have life time memberships.

Good choice, they deserve the honor!

I loved Willow's breast girl zone out moment in the barn! Even at a young age, Willow's still a horndog.

The girl has good taste! We have to give her credit!

Hey, glad the clean up game worked with your kids! Comes all the way from me and my Mom doing dishes in the Wicked Queen’s castle!


Shel AKA Finey McFine:
#1: Very cool new picture! You look great!
#2: SMGOVAN and I are working towards an intervention and your eventual recovery. But on to your regularly scheduled feedback!

Then she looked up and noticed Tara’s breasts making their rhythmic descent. She sighed, there’s just something beautiful about them. They’re so utterly perfect and the way they sway coming down the ladder. Mmmm.

Hmmmm...a wondrous sight indeed. When faced with such a sight, I doubt that I would have faired much better in this situation. Willow and I have much in common, lol.

You’re in good company! willowtaralover, Wimpy, Heather, and Laragh are with you!


KnightlyLove:

Okay, 1. Sexy, 2. Cute!, and 3. I hope they win!!!

Ol’ Polonius would be proud of you, Knightly one! Thanks for the good words and for your other comments on the board; you bring a spark of brilliance! (just a spark, mind you! Lol)


Rick AKA willowtaralover:

Then her eyes dropped to Tara’s nipples, pushing against the fabric of the tank top and work shirt. She tried to make conversation to conceal her total fascination with Tara’s deep breathing. “Do you want to head for lunch?”

Tara remained silent.

I think her nipples are getting bigger. Willow leaned in closer, still attempting a façade of normalcy. “So do you want to go to lunch?”

Wow what a picture this scene paints, damn but you're making a horndog outta me LOL.[b]

Friend, you are not alone! See posts from [b]Wimpy and Shel!

The scrape isn’t serious, but you’re supposed to take little kids to the nurse, not just tell ‘em to go and then disappear! I mean, what the fuck--”

Seriously, what on earth is Cordelia doing there, was she sent as a punishment or something. More to the point though, where is Harmony. She's been introduced and not seen since.

Okay, Harmony’s next move is ALL your fault! Yeah, Queen C is Queen B (for bitch) LonelyTara had it pegged from day one!

Tara spoke up shyly, “It’s a g-game, right? I m-mean no one will die if they l-lose.”

Hallie looked at her incredulously. “You’re missing the whole point, Tara, I mean sports are really serious!”

Willow nodded agreement. “Yeah, sports are right up there with Science Fairs.”

Hallie stared uncomprehendingly at Willow, “Like Science Fairs! Oh my God! You guys don’t have a clue!”

Glad you got a kick out of Hallie’s response. I grew up with it, I ought to know!

Veronica put an arm around Mouse. “Leave her alone, Billie!”

YEAH, go Veronica.

Their friendship will go through some changes . . . stay tuned!

Thanks again for your feedback - helpful!


[center]STORY WILL FOLLOW (ALMOST) IMMEDIATELY AFTER[/center]

[Ariel]

Feedback is golden and your creativity has definitely helped the story! Thanks for reading and writing when you can!


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 language and W/T light loving, ratings will change depending on content
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.

*no connection to the sit-com of the same name


Thoughts are in italics.


Part 24: Revenge


Willow and Tara slid their arms around each other’s waist and enjoyed the walk to the dining hall, watching their kids along the journey. A moment later they noticed Carly walking over from the direction of her house.


She waved, “Hey you guys!”


Willow and Tara smiled and stopped so Carly could catch up.


“H-how’s your dad?”


“Fine, Tara. He asked me to say hi. Actually he said, “Recollect me to your friend, if you’ve a mind to.” Carly smiled affectionately, “Yeah, he’s a country boy all right. He was born in the Kentucky mountains. He told me he lived so far back in the hollow they had to pipe in daylight.”


Tara smiled, “I l-like your dad.”


“He likes you, too. Maybe he can bring his banjo or ukulele some time and really fire up the campfire. He’d like to hear you on the mandolin.”


Tara smiled brightly. “I’m in.”


There was a bit of a crowd, gathered on the dining hall porch and Cordelia and Harmony stood on either side of the door, waiting.


Willow approached, leading Tara by the hand.


Cordelia glanced at Harmony and gave an almost imperceptible nod.


“Willow,” Harmony raised her hands, each holding a single rolled up sock. “You’re looking flatter than usual. These must have fallen out of your bra!” She smiled sweetly and offered the socks to Willow had stopped in her tracks and whose cheeks were flushed with humiliation.


Tara took one look at her lover’s face and strode forward to snatch the socks out of Harmony’s hands. “These w-would do more good in your m-mouth, Harmony!” Tara shoved them forward, stopping just before Harmony’s mouth and watched the taller girl flinch. “Th-then we wouldn’t have to l-listen to all the st-stupid things that you say!” She glared at both of them, “Willow is m-more of a woman than you’ll ever be!” She put her arm around Willow and they walked between Cordelia and Harmony who were forced to step aside and let them pass.


Willow swallowed, her voice husky. “Tara, uh thanks I—“


“Don’t thank me,” Tara said softly, “I only t-told the truth.”


Willow looked up and their eyes met, their gaze a caress.


The clamor of their kids broke the spell and an instant later they were getting a Sunday dinner of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, string beans, and applesauce then maneuvering their way to their table.


Willow sat down then slid her legs back over the bench to help Mouse, but saw Veronica helping the littler girl fill and carry her plate. Willow smiled and pointed them out to Tara who returned the smile.


A moment later their table was filled and the serious topics of the day were under discussion.


Towanda spoke, “Kelly Leblonski, what a jerk!”


Devola giggled, “Yeah, that gorilla should stay in the zoo!”


Lisa spoke, “I wish we could just play a softball game and that’s all.”


Kate nodded.


Connie frowned, “Yeah but tell that to Tizzie Stilton and the mean girls!”


Devola cracked up, “’Stilton’ she’s a cheese head! Get it? Cheese?” She contemplated the baffled silence and blew an exasperated breath, “Am I the only one that watches ‘Wallace and Gromit’? Stilton is a kind of cheese.” She noted the continued silence and shrugged, “I give up!”


Connie smiled, “And that’s the best news I’ve heard all day!”


Mouse spoke, “I didn’t like that Billie-girl. She was really, really mean.”


Veronica nodded agreement and patted Mouse on the shoulder.


Tara was concerned, “Did they t-talk to you?”


Towanda nodded, “Yeah. They talked all right.”


Kate said quietly, “They were pretty mean.”


“More like ugly mean,” Devola could never resist a joke.


“W-well, I know it’s h-hard but try not to l-let it bother you too much. If you get scared or g-get your feelings hurt you can tell us.”


The girls nodded.


“So when are we painting on our blood red numbers?” asked Devola.


Willow spoke, “Mrs. Gidden said to dry our clothes first and set the dye then use fabric paint. Tomorrow or the next day, definitely in time for Thursday’s game.”


Willow rubbed her hands together, “Okay, the swear word of the day?”


“Kelly,” suggested Towanda.


“Billie,” added Veronica.


“Tizzie,” was Connie’s choice.


Debbie piped up, “Stilton?”


“Cheese!” Devola was eager, “Come on you guys! Cheese, glorious cheese! It’s easy, cheesy and sure to please-y!”


Connie rolled her eyes but was hiding a grin, “Oh ‘cheese’! I think she’s right after all!”


Everyone laughed and “cheese” won the day.


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The Sunday campfire seemed to have a special magic as the girls all cuddled up along the carved log seats.


Tara had her left arm around Bettina and her right arm around Willow who had her right arm around Mouse. Mouse, meanwhile had Veronica on her right side and was very happy to be in the middle of a snuggle sandwich. The other girls sat close to each other, talking and laughing.


Mrs. Finch stood proudly, using her flashlight to illuminate her face so that it shown red in the dancing light.


Mouse shivered at the sight, “She looks like a wicked witch.”


Veronica giggled and gave Mouse a squeeze.


They ran through some rounds such as “Kookaburra,” “Make New Friends,” “Rose Red,” and “A Ram Sam Sam.” Then Mrs. Finch announced “Michael Rowed the Boat Ashore,” and Willow began to blush in anticipation.


Everyone sang, “The River Jordan is chilly and wide. Hallelujah.” Then Tara dropped her eyes to stare longingly at Willow’s breasts during, “Milk and Honey on the other side.” And Tara gave her “Hallelujah” an extra ring of joy then leaned over and winked at Willow.


Willow met her lover’s eyes, “Taaara!” But Tara shrugged with exaggerated innocence, “I l-like music” she said simply. Then she dropped her eyes again, “And I l-love ‘Milk’ and ‘Honey’.”


Tara gave Willow an extra squeeze and Willow squeezed back then leaned in so that her warm breath was tickling the strands of hair lying across Tara’s ear, “I’m going to get you for that,” she said slowly.


Tara shivered happily, “I’d l l-like to see you try.”


Willow remained silent, but smiled widely as she contemplated her revenge.


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The girls were in a fairly mellow mood and even Devola submitted to the ordeal of teeth brushing and face/hand washing without too many complaints.


They found themselves sitting around the table in their cabin and Willow pulled a deck of cards off the game shelf and started them off. “Okay, we’re playing truth. We mix up the cards face down, everybody draws a card, and the person with the highest card gets to ask the person with the lowest card a question. No horrible, embarrassing or mean questions.” Willow put the deck face down and mixed the cards around. “Okay, get ready and . . . draw!” Everybody grabbed a card. “Let’s see, Kate has the jack which is highest and Mouse has the 4 which is the lowest. Okay, Kate you ask Mouse a question.”


Kate’s forehead wrinkled with concentration, then she turned to Mouse. “Why did you pick ‘Mouse’ for your camp name?”


Mouse bounced in her chair, glad to know the answer. “That’s easy! My name is Elizabeth Lianne. They called me ‘Lizzie Lion’ in school and one girl said, ‘You’re not a lion, you’re a mouse’ and I did a little think and she’s right and I’m Mouse!”


“Okay, now Kate and Mouse, you don’t pick a card this time. Ready? One, two, three . . . draw!”


Connie pulled up a queen as the high card and Debbie had a six for the low card.


“Debbie, what’s the meanest thing you’ve ever done?”


“That’s hard.” Debbie thought for a long time. “I have a younger sister so there’s lots of stuff.” The other girls nodded understandingly. Debbie’s face brightened, “I think I got it! I told my sister that I had magic powers and I’d turn her into a slug if she got me mad and put salt on her.”


“Ooooooh!” Devola sighed with admiration. “That’s good.” She smiled, “I’m gonna try that one on my brother!”


The game ended in laughter and a promise to give the others a turn the next time around.”


Tara and Willow made their rounds with tuck ins, kisses, and hugs. They heard the occasional last minute secret and then headed into their room.


Without a word Willow took their chair, placed it sideways against the closed door, sat Tara down against the door and stood in front of her.


She held her finger to her lips and turned off the light.


Tara stared up; Willow was a creature of dappled moonlight and mysterious shadow who approached silently.


Without a word Willow took Tara’s hands and pressed the backs of her hands against the door, pinning them in place.


Tara felt a breathless quiver inside her as Willow leaned closer and began kissing the pulse point of Tara’s wrists, silently kissing her way down to the inside of Tara’s elbow. Tara shivered at the hot breath and tongue against the tender place, then Willow blew a breath against the warm dampness inside her elbow and Tara gasped. Willow raised her head, smiling with surprise at how well it worked.


Their eyes locked and the room was warm with the longing between them.


Then they each closed their eyes and steadied their breathing. It took a long time to steady their breathing; then they stood up together.


Without a word Willow moved the chair back into the corner and Tara slid into bed and lifted the covers for Willow to join her. Willow thrust her leg between Tara’s, put her cheek on Tara’s shoulder and drifted to sleep by the beat of her lover’s heart.

[indigokane]

DIBS!!!

Go Tara!!! Put that wicked, and not so bright, Harmony in her place.

cheese, glorious cheese

all the sudden i had flashbacks of the 'Ice Age' vultures.

loved the steamy bedtime routine!

thanks for your encouragement, i'm hoping to get 'trust me' updated in a few days, writers block sux!

and i edited cause i spazzed.

[Laragh]

“Willow,” Harmony raised her hands, each holding a single rolled up sock. “You’re looking flatter than usual. These must have fallen out of your bra!”

Is it bad that if she'd said this to anyone other than Willow, I'd have laughed?

But I loved Tara's reaction!!! Sticking up for your girl!! Awesome!

Hehe, teasing around a campfire. Try and tell me that's not romantic

Sweet closing

[leonhart17]

I'm glad everything went well for this chapter, but it makes me nervous that everything is going to get bad soon... I'm glad Veronica is still being nice to Mouse - I hope Cordelia doesn't try and mess with her again (I'm sure she will but hopefully the others will back her up)

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for Tara standing up to her girl against Harmony... I really liked their campfire activities... I really really liked Willow's stunt after the little ones have been put to bed...

[Finey_McFine]

SMGOVAN and I are working towards an intervention and your eventual recovery.

If it's going to be anything like this and Alyson Hannigan is involved...then I'll be glad to partake in your intervention!
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OK so...

There was a bit of a crowd, gathered on the dining hall porch and Cordelia and Harmony stood on either side of the door, waiting.

“You’re looking flatter than usual. These must have fallen out of your bra!”

BITCHES!!!

“Willow is m-more of a woman than you’ll ever be!”

BIG, HUGE, GIGANTIC YAY for Tara!!!

The kids conversation at the table was perfect! There's really nothing more honest and genuinely funny than listening to kids talk amongst themselves. Love it!

Mouse, meanwhile had Veronica on her right side and was very happy to be in the middle of a snuggle sandwich.

Thankfully Veronica is coming around!! Very cute!

With all the activities the kids do and seeing W/T going for like 15 hours...I get tired just reading about it! Oh to be young again...lol

I loved the ending!! Very sweet and perfectly done!!