Title: Wordspell
Timeframe: sometime after Willow and Tara got together *g*
Rating: cert 15
Author: The Sci-Fi Bard
DISCLAIMER: all characters, apart from those of my *own* creation, are sole property of the evil genius that is Joss Whedon. He should be worshipped and tutted at in equal measure IMHBO! *g*
Special info: words bracketed by * * are emphasised. Words bracketed by ~ ~ are italicised
Pairings: Willow/Tara
Contact/Feedback: I am normally a poet by trade, NOT a writer of stories, so please(puppy-dog-eyes)be kind to my mistakes. This fic writing business is all-new to me and I don't really know what I am doing. (But then, I guess I never have........)
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WORDSPELL
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Willow Rosenberg had a frown.
It was not a large frown by any standards, but it ~still~ classified as ruffled Willowbrow.
After a looooong math class, she'd emerged with her complex question about applied binary fraction theory *still* unanswered.
Which is ~what~ had caused the otherwise smooth skin on her forehead to crease up and her normally-perfect cupid's bow mouth to pout slightly.
'Oh phooey!' she thought to herself as she walked back across campus. 'I just hate it when that happens! Now that pesky question is gonna bug the heck outta me all day!'
And so she went along her frowny hacker way, until she came to the fork in the path that led to the different dorms.
It was *then* that her frown dissappeared ~completely~, as if some invisible force had gotten out an invisible iron and smoothed it clean away!
And the reason for this wiccan non-skin wrinklyness?
'Tara!' the redheads' mind sang, and she took the left fork which would lead her to the blonde's dorm, smiling from ear to ear as she went.
The blonde certainly had a strange and wonderful effect on the redhead.
Usually, at the mere thought of her, any worries or doubts or questions Willow had would melt away.
Leaving behind only the rosey glow that ~anyone~ who has ever been in love would surely recognise.
In fact, the hacker had perked up soooooo much by the time she was half-way to her destination, she even started to whistle!
The fact that she was whistling a decent rendition of the theme tune from 'Bewitched' was totally lost on all of the people she passed on her way to Tara's dorm. *She* however, found it quite amusing and then had trouble holding a note, as she was smiling too much.
It was a hot day, and because of this, most of the students that were ~in~ the dorm house, had the doors to their rooms wide open.
As Willow walked down the hall, she caught glimpses of many of them in various stages of study, guitar practise, drama rehearsal etc etc
In fact, two of them even ~seemed~ to be doing some biology study, of the ***reproductive*** kind, so she hurried past that particular ajar portal of viewage, and a few doors down she came to a halt outside her girlfriend's.
Holding her books to her chest like she always did, she peeked around the corner of the half-open door.
Tara was sitting at the desk in her room. She was writing, but there were no study books or reference guides spread around her. In fact, ~all~ that was on the desk was a pad of paper and a packet of pens!
'That's odd' thought the redhead, 'she usually has loads of books out when she's studying or doing homework! I wonder what she's doing?' and at that thought, she was made to jump slightly as the blonde ripped off the page she'd been writing on and scrumpled it up!
Then she threw it behind her without looking, where it landed in a waste paper bin that she had obviously placed there for ~exactly~ that purpose. The bin was practically overflowing with the said same crumpled up bits of paper.
Willow was puzzled and very very curious!
'What *ARE* you doin' baby?' she pondered to herself.
As she looked on, Tara started writing again. Bent over the desk with her pen scribbling away so fast, it was nearly a blur! Her tongue was juuuuuuust poking out of one corner of her mouth in that endearing concentrating-reeeeeeal-hard way that made the redhead's tummy go all flippy whenever she saw it!
Willow had the sudden urge to run over and kiss her girlfriend really quite thoroughly! But she didn't, as the shy blonde was obviously VERY intent on finishing whatever it was she was doing, and she didn't have the heart to interrupt her!
***RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!*** And another piece of paper was sacrificed to the waste bin!!!
'Gosh! Whatever she ~is~ doing, it's awfully serious!' surmised the hacker. Never had she seen Tara like ~this~, concentrating *so* hard on writing something down before!!!
Now her curiosity was REALLY piqued!!!!
She decided she simpy ***had*** to know what it was that was tasking her beautiful blonde baby so hard!
So she walked into the room and sat down on the bed behind Tara.
~WHO~ never even noticed she'd come in!!!! SO very hard was she concentrating!!!!
Willow almost couldn't believe it! Then she had very minxy thought : 'ooooh I'm soooo gonna make her pay for letting me sneak up on her!! Mwhahaha, TickleWiccan shall appear tonight methinks!!!' and she playfully tickle-mimed with her fingers on the duvet.
And *STILL* Tara carried on writing!!!!
The redhead casually crossed her legs seductively as she sat on the bed and leaned back slightly on one hand.
'It's about time this literary mystery came to an end!!!' she finally decided.
She brought her free hand up to her mouth and coughed in such a manner as to inquire 'err, WHAT ~are~ you doing Taracutiepie? Hmmm?' but it just came out as "A-HHHERRRM!!??"
Tara nearly jumped through the ceiling with fright!!!! "AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!"
Willow jumped because Tara jumped and managed to overbalance on her one hand and ended up flat on her back on the bed! "OOMFPH!!!" But she quickly recovered before her girlfiend whirled 'round to stare at her.
"WILL-OWWW! What the???!!! How long have you???!!! Are you tryin' to g-give me a h-heart attack or something????!!!!"
Even though she was angry at her, the redhead marvelled at how beautiful her girlfriend was in full questioning flow! Again, if she'd have had the nerve, she'd have rushed straight over to her and kissed her like it was going out of fashion right then and there! But instead she sat there and took her lumps for sneaking around. EVEN THOUGH she hadn't ~technically~ sneaked anywhere, as she ~had~ just walked into the room ~as usual.~ It wasn't *her* fault that a certain person had been too wrapped up in what they were doing to even notice her coming in!!
And in fact, *that* sounded like too good a counter arguement to pass over, so she offered it up.....
"Hey missy! I didn't ~sneak~ anywhere, I *just* walked into the room ~as usual.~ It's not *MY* fault that a ~certain person~ was too wrapped up in what they were doing to even notice *ME* coming in!!"
And just for added affect she tossed in "a girlfriend ~could~ get a complex you know! Here's me thinkin' I was all irrestible and stuff, and all the time ~you~ barely notice I'm in the same room!!!"
She managed to say ~most~ of that with a straight face, but towards the 'all irrestible and stuff' part she had started to smirk. And the slowly calming Tara noticed this too, so smirked a little also.
The smirkfest turned into a grinfest, which in turn morphed into a gigglebout and then a laugh-a-thon!
It was a while before both women caught their breath enough to apologise.
"Sorry I scared you baby, I should have knocked or something when I came in..." and with that Willow got up and went over to the seated woman she loved so much, leaned down and kissed her like she'd planned to about 5 minutes ago!
When they eventually pulled apart, Tara softly said "Yeah, I'm s-sorry too Willow, I s-should have heard you c-come in." She smiled ~that~ for-Willow-only smile that melted the hacker's knees *every* time and Willow beamed back at her. Then the pad of paper lying on the desk over Tara's shoulder caought her eye.
"Sooooooo, what ya writing Miss Bronté???" she inquired cheekily, reaching for the paper.
But Tara cut her off and snatched the pad away from her quicksmart! "NO NO! You can't read it!!!" and with that she stood up, using her slight height advantage to take the pad further out of reach and hugged it to her chest away from any sneaky Willowhands.
"Awwww!!!!" The redhead pouted for the second time that day, but ~this~ time it was more mock than serious. However, she made the most of it anyhoo!
Stomping over to the bed she plonked herself down and crossed her arms over her chest in a good approximation of a 2 year old in a MAJOR mood! "No fair! Me wanna read! Tara's a big old meany!"
And for added emphasis, she poked her tongue out and made Willowfaces.
~Until~ the object of her consternation was giggling so much she could barely stand up anymore!
*Then* the redhead saw her chance! She jumped up from her pouty bed position and made a grab for the pad of paper held in the giggling wiccan's arms!
"AAAAAAAA-HA!!!!!!! Paper Of Mystery - I have you now!!!! Mwhahahahaha!!!!" and she bolted across the room doing her best ~evil cad~ impression, which slowed her girlfriend's chase down some, because she was laughing so terribly hard!!!
"N-NO! W-Will-o-ow! G-G-ive it b-back!!!!! P-please!!!!" but even though she was pleading, Willow could tell she wasn't deadly serious as she was laughing so much, so she continued on with the play acting.
"Mwhahaha!!! It's mine I tell you!!! ALL MINE!!!!! Mwhahahaaaaaaaa!" truly, had the redhead been nominated for any Oscars, she could have ~easily~ won "Most Hammy Peformance In A Dormroom"!!!
Finally making a dash around the bed once more with the pad held high, Willow just missed a half-hearted diving attmept to reclaim said pad by her girlfiend, who ~luckily for her~ landed *on* the bed, but also ~unluckily~ for her, dissolved into even more giggles upon landing.
Seeing she had indeed won, as Tara was in no state to pursue any longer, she held the pad high in the air once more and paraded back and forth like a verrrrrry hammy arch villian:
"AH AH AH! I win! I get to read the Paper Of Mystery! *You* can't stop me now, wicked woman, I shall read and know all! No no! You can't stop me n.........." but she was cut off in mid flow as she pased by the door and happened to look up at the 6 or 7 of her fellow students who had heard all the noise coming from Tara's room and had decided to investigate!!!
One of the guys, who was called Chad (a real slacker surfer dude) inquired in a voice that was STRAIGHT out of Bill & Ted, "Gees man! You two sure make one hell of a racket!" and then he leant forward slightly to inquire with a raised eyebrow, "So, Will, ya gonna read it, huh???" to which the redhead shut her open-wide stunned mouth and then replied in her best keep-the-dignity-by-being-smiley-and-perky voice:
"HI CHAD! BYE CHAD!" and slammed the door on him and the rest of their unexpected audience!
She turned and leaned her back against it, only to see her girlfriend lying on the bed, craning her neck to see what was happening from her prone position. She was also blushing furiously.
Willow grinned inanely, "I theeeeeeeenk we were a leetle bit noisey....." and then winked at her love.
Tara threw her head back, flopped down on the bed again and resumed laughing.
And Willow bounded over to join her! She hopped up next to her on the bed and lay down so their heads were level with each other.
When Tara had stopped laughing enough to speak, she touched a finger gently to her girlfriend's nose and said softly, "YOU, Miss Rosenberg are a B-BAD INFLUENCE on me!"
Willow just lay there in mock open-mouthed shock and replied "ME!!! MEE! *WHO* was chasing *WHOM* around this room just now Miss McClay!!! Hmmmm!!"
The fake accusations were warm and loving. They both lay there for a moment basking in what they shared together.
Until Chad's voice came sailing through the door, "WELL??? WHAT'D IT SAY?????"
Both women froze looking at the door, then turned to each other, then turned back to the door and shouted in unison:
"*************GO ~AWAY~ CHAD!!!!!!!****************"
To which they then heard the muffled, grumbling sounds of a rather miffed Chad making his way back to his dormroom.
Both women turned smiling to face each other again, and Willow produced the pad of paper, "Here, I think this belongs to you madaaam...." with one of her customary flourishes of WillowChivalry.
Tara blushed a little again, but put a hand up and stopped her. "Er, actually h-honey, it's for y-you!" and she smiled **the** most endearing, sweetest, shyest, radiant smile that Willow had ~ever~ seen!
She practically fell in love with her all over again at that very moment! Tara ~truly~ had the smile of an angel.
'Sometimes Red, y'know you reeeeeeeally max out with this luck thing' she sighed/smiled to herself.
Then she remembered what the blonde had just told her, "Oh, what do you mean, 'For me'?" and looked down at the pad of paper for the first time, having had no real intention of looking at it ~without~ having her girlfriend's permission ~beforehand~.
Tara looked down at the duvet, suddenly finding the pattern amazingly interesting, and said in an incredibly quiet voice, "I wrote you a p-poem........"
Willow felt like **the** most special woman on earth at that very moment!!!! Tara had been sitting there when she had been watching her, and all the time she had been writing a poem FOR HER!
"OH! Wow!" was all she could think of to say. She looked down at the elegant, easily-legible writing on the front page and began to read. Then she stopped. She looked up and smiled at the woman who had become her whole world. She offered the pad to Tara, "Baby, I can't read your handwriting........will you read it ~for~ me?"
"Oh!" Tara said surprised, until she realised that Willow wasn't really being serious and that she didn't want to read it ~herself~, but instead wanted her girlfriend to read ~to~ her!
She hadn't expected to have to read it TO Willow!!! She hesitated, which gave her grlfriend ample opportunity to lean in and kiss her doubts away.
When they finally pulled back from each other, (it was about 7 and a half minutes later, but who's counting! *wink* *g*) Willow searched Tara's eyes and asked again, "Pleeeease?"
The blonde had no defense against such an impassioned WillowPlea, and so she simply, (and willingly) caved. "Ok" was all she said, and sat up slightly to read.
Willow meanwhile scooched forward and laid her head on her girlfriend's tummy, looking up at her with adoring puppy-eyes and a minxy-vixen look of triumph.
"Ok" Tara said again, calming her nerves further, and took a deep breath before she started to finally read................
*WORDSPELL*
Here, within these arms is a place for you
Where once was a void, there's a space for you
You have given my world back a thousandfold
Now my life is so warm and no longer cold
There is nothing on earth that comes even near
To this feeling I feel when you're standing here
At you speaking my name, it's a melody
And it touches down deep in the heart of me
When you're holding me tight, I'd do anything
For the gift that you give is the kiss you bring
And my skin starts to sing at your velvet touch
My sweet darling, I love you so very much.
When Tara finished, she stayed with her eyes fixed on the paper in front of her, scared Willow wouldn't like what she'd written.
Moments passed, when eventually she heard a sniffle, and she looked up to see her love with tears falling down her smiling face!!!!!
"Oh Tara that was SOOOO beauitful!!!!! I can't believe you wrote that for ~me~!!!!! I love you soooo much too!!!"
And at that the blonde's fears were washed away as her beautiful red-headed girlfriend fell into her loving arms and set about showing her JUST how much she had truly loved that poem, and JUST how much she loved her ~too~.
A little later, down the hall, Chad had reason to grumble *again* at the noisey antics of the two wiccans.
Only ~this~ time, it was for slightly, shall we say ~different~ reasons.
OK, let's put it ~this~ way - applied binary fraction theory was then ~~~the~~~ FARTHEST thing from a certain wiccan's mind!!!!!!!!
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THE END
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As ever, feedback/hugs/offers of marriage etc, are all gratefully received! *purrrrrrrr* *wink*
multus amor
The Sci-Fi Bard
*Amber Benson's "sweet kitty friend" *
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"Life sucks and love is for fools!" - TSFB
"No one knows where they belong
The search just goes on and on and on..." - Late For Your Life - MCC
Dwell in Amberland. Or the kitty gets it! Grrr! Argh!
