by Sneaky Kitty » Thu Jul 12, 2001 4:58 pm
by kpmuse » Thu Jul 12, 2001 6:22 pm
And once again with the buggin'
by Shadowcat » Thu Jul 12, 2001 7:47 pm
If you only knew how many naughty images came into my mind as I wrote this... I had to repeat to myself, “No, it’s their first date. They wouldn’t do that yet.”
My thanks to Ruth. I shall feed you fruit and sit at your feet.
You can all stop bugging me now. It's done. DONE! Thank you for bugging me, btw. It made me finish this darned thing.
Now tell me what you think so I can put it all together and slap it around somewhere.
Part 4
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Tara looked longingly at the snack bar. She had hoped to share a bucket of popcorn with Willow. It was the perfect excuse to touch her hands. If she was really lucky, Willow might get only one soda, and there would be straw sharing. Indirect kisses. She could only imagine what kissing Willow would be like. In fact, she had imagined, over and over; soft flesh pressing slowly together; the silky red hair flowing through her fingers; an inviting tongue sliding through parted lips…
“No time for popcorn, huh?” Tara turned and whispered into Willow’s ear. The theater was already packed, and people rushed from the snack bar to their seats.
“There’s five minutes left. You want a soda?” Willow asked as she strode purposefully toward the counter.
Tara’s heart leapt, and she gave the red head a wide smile.
“I can just have a few sips of yours, if that’s okay?” Tara looked a bit worried that Willow might not like the idea of sharing with her, but left the question open for the witch to refuse.
“Oh, that’s fine. Less stuff to juggle,” Willow replied with a quick grin. She knew what the blonde had meant, and felt giddy at the idea. Sliding lips over the straw only moments after the other had sipped; the plastic slightly warm from the other’s breath… Willow shivered at the thought.
Seven minutes later the pair walked into the dim theater to look for seats. The film had been delayed five minutes to let in as many people as could fit into the theater. Tara’s sharp eyes spotted two lone seats in a darkened corner. The girls brushed past the other viewers and slid into the seats.
“I wonder why no one’s sitting here yet,” Willow commented while figuring out where to place the popcorn and soda. She decided that the soda balanced well on her knee and the popcorn looked just right in Tara’s lap. They felt completely at ease with one another and as the evening went on, more daring.
The lights dimmed, and everyone went quiet as the film started. Tara looked at her friend and gave her a bright smile, which Willow gladly returned. They were both excited about seeing the movie and doing it together.
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great.”
Willow reached over to grab a handful of popcorn and dug deep for a big scoop. Tara reached down half a moment later, and felt the slender wrist under her fingers. A slightly wicked smile stretched over her face, and she slid her hand down to cup the redhead’s. Both girls blushed, happy for the semi-darkness. The blonde wiccan traced the back of Willow’s hand with her fingers. She was rewarded with a slight trembling of said hand, and lifted the hand out of the box and onto the seat’s arm. Her fingertips danced along the creases of flesh of the palm. Tara glanced at the red head and felt her body shiver. Willow’s mouth was half-open; eyes wide, and breathing somewhat quickly. The tall girl slid her fingers into Willow’s, and went back to watching the movie. The goblins were listening to the girl, and talking amongst themselves.
Tara giggled, and heard a few other people laugh at the silly goblins. Willow grinned at her date, and leaned closer into her warmth. This was the real reason they were so excited. Sitting in a darkened theater together gave them the perfect opportunity to get closer, physically. They had hugged and snuggled a few times before, but each longed for something a little more intimate. Willow rested her head on the blonde’s shoulder with a happy sigh, and looked back at the screen.
Tara felt weak-kneed and was happy to be sitting down. The redhead was being so cute tonight that it felt almost like a drug, making her weaker with each dose. The darkness made Tara feel bold, and Willow just made all her inhabitions melt into the puddle that was now her heart. She placed a light kiss on the red hair, and relaxed into the snuggling.
The goblins ran around the room in the shadows. The lightning showed flashes of the shadows, but it wasn’t enough to see the actual shapes. The owl flapping at the door suddenly burst in and flew over Sarah’s head.
Willow jumped, and hugged Tara’s arm tightly. Tara smiled at the witch fondly as her heart did a little flip-flop, and gave her hand a squeeze. Willow reached for the cup and Tara watched as the witch slid the straw between her lips. She could see the red head’s cheeks move as she sucked heartily at the cola. Tara glanced at a place only inches from the girl’s face that tingled at the thought of lips sucking at it. She sighed as she watched the girl release the straw and lick her lips. Her body was certainly reacting to the snuggling witch and she felt a bit light headed from all the hormones pumping through her system.
“Sarah,” Jared said, holding up a crystal ball. It turned into a snake, slithering around his hand and hissing. He stretched out the snake before him. “Don’t defy me.” He threw the snake at Sarah. She cried out, and caught it. As soon as she touched it the snake turned into a scarf. She dropped it like a hot coal. The scarf hit the floor and turned into a goblin, then scampered away.
Now it was Tara’s turn to hug onto Willow’s arm, and she buried her face in the soft red hair. She took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent of Willow’s herbal shampoo. The short witch turned her head and pressed her cheek into the golden tresses. Tara sighed, and huddled in the safeness of Willow for a moment. Logically, she knew that they were in a room full of people, but the darkness blocked the people from sight. Holding Willow, Tara felt like they were the only two people on earth. She wanted to feel the other girl wrapped around her; to wake up next to her in the morning, not necessarily after a night of passion, but just for the joy of seeing the red head bathed like an angel in the morning sunshine.
Sarah entered the Labyrinth and came across an adorable blue haired worm.
“Allo.”
“Did you say ‘hello’?”
“No, I said ‘allo’. But that’s close enough.”
“Oh, he’s so cute!” Willow squealed while shaking Tara’s arm vigorously. The taller girl smiled at her friend, and nodded in agreement. Truth be told, Tara thought Willow was the cutest thing in the world, especially now when she beemed with a childlike happiness. The muppets, though incredibly cute, simply couldn’t compare to the girl bouncing next to her.
You remind me of the babe.
What babe?
The babe with the power.
What power?
The power of voodoo.
Who do?
You do.
Do what?
Remind me of the babe!
The song ended and Tara reached for the soda . Willow tried not to turn her head as she watched so as to be less obvious. If Tara had a fascination with Willow’s hands then Willow had a fascination with Tara’s lips. Her lips were full and beautiful. The red head watched as those lips wrapped slowly around the straw. The lips sucked gently, pulling the dark liquid up to the treasures beyond. They released the straw, still parted slightly. A single drop glistened on Tara’s bottom lip, and the tip of her tongue slipped out to lick it off sensuously. Willow stared, transfixed. A million thoughts raced through her mind, the loudest of which was that she wanted to explore those lips with her own tongue. Blue eyes glanced her way. Willow looked up at the screen once more, glad that the darkness hid her deep blush.
Goblin soldiers terrorized an upside-down Ludo, attacking him with poles with what looked like rabid pygmies on the end.
Both girls shuddered, the sounds coming from the hairy monster disturbing them.
“That is so awful,” whispered Willow. She crawled a bit closer to Tara, drawing comfort from the girl.
“It’ll be alright... He escapes...” answered Tara. She slid further down into her chair, not very comforted by her own reassurances. Willow slid an arm around the blond, and Tara gratefully snuggled into her shoulder. The shorter girl always seemed to know just how to make Tara feel better.
“Ludo? Ludo!”
*clickclick*
“What’s going on?”
“Yeah!”
Willow shrieked as a Firey popped onto the screen. She clung to Tara, almost knocking the popcorn out of the girl’s lap. Tara’s eyes widened, and she put the bucket down by her feet, along with the cup. She wrapped her arms around the terrified red head. The Fieries did their little song and dance. Willow breathed in the witch’s scent, trying to block out what was happening on the screen. She nuzzled the top of Tara’s breast, and sighed. There was no safer place on earth than in Tara’s arms.
A Firey popped his eyes out and they rolled on the ground.
“Ugh...” Tara was slightly disturbed by the dance herself, but cradled Willow in her arms protectively. She ran her hand over the silken red hair to sooth the girl. The dance ended, and Willow relaxed her grip on the blonde, but kept her arms wrapped around her. Goblin soldiers with pygmie sticks couldn’t pry her away from Tara just now. Tara felt as if her whole body was going to melt into a puddle like in a cartoon. She had been unsure of Willow’s affection before, but after tonight there was no question.
“Ambrosius! It’s alright Ambrosius, you can come out now. Come on. That’s a boy. My loyal steed.”
“Oh, he’s so cute!” Tara shook Willow excitedly, and pointed at the shaggy dog. The red head giggled, and agreed with her. They spent the rest of the movie wrapped in each other’s arms, and only moved when the credits started to roll and the lights came on.
“Um, Willow?”
“Yes?”
“I think I know why no one sat here,” said Tara.
“Why?”
“The floor. I can’t move my feet.”
Willow blinked, and looked down at Tara’s clogs, which were sitting in a dry, shiny puddle. It wasn’t just the stickiness of all cheap theaters, but a giant glob of something much worse than dried soda.
“What is that? It looks like a giant melted toffee.”
Tara just nodded, looking down at her inert feet. She wiggled her toes, and sighed. Her brow knotted, and she had to try not to cry. The night had been going so well…
“Put your feet up?” Willow asked. Tara pulled her feet under her Indian-style, and watched as Willow bent over and gently pried the clogs out of the muck. Some of the stickiness came off with them, but for the most part they were intact. Tara slid them back on, but avoided the puddle.
“Thanks. I should probably wash them off...” she mumbled, stuttering.
“I’ll come with.” Willow stood and offered her hand to Tara.
The taller girl smiled, and took the hand as she got up. Tara carefully stepped over the goo and made her way up the aisle and out to the lobby. Her shoes pulled at the carpeting with each step. Tara’s face turned a brilliant shade of red, and she tried to cross the lobby without actually looking at anything but the carpet. After nearly hurtling over a garbage can, she looked up and simply ran for the ladies room.
While Tara scrubbed the soles of her clogs at the sink, Willow slipped into a stall. The blonde looked incredibly embarassed, and needed some time to collect herself. A few moments later, Willow reappeared. She washed her hands at the sink next to Tara’s. The red head looked at the other witch in the mirror.
“I’m sorry about your shoes,” Willow said quietly, frowning. Tara looked up at Willow’s reflection and half-smiled.
“It’s alright,” Tara stuttered. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and went on. “If it’s the price for an evening this wonderful, I’d pay it again.” The blonde looked sincerely at the green eyes watching her. Willow moved closer, laying her hand on the other girl’s arm.
“You had a good time?” asked Willow, hardly able to believe it. Tara nodded slowly, and put her clog down on the counter. She turned her head to look directly into the green eyes.
“I had a wonderful time, Willow,” Tara replied, still stuttering slightly. She sighed, and shook her head as if it would make the last few minutes go away. “Every moment I spend with you is wonderful.” Tara blushed, but didn’t look back down. Willow had proven that she wanted to get closer to the blonde, and Tara dared her to say otherwise. Willow’s face softened, and she smiled affectionately.
“I like spending time with you, too.” They looked at each other for several moments, the minor distaster forgotten. The girls gazed into each other’s eyes, simply adoring one another. Neither knew when they started leaning closer, but suddenly Willow was very aware of Tara’s breath on her lips. The red head slid her hands over Tara’s waist, and leaned in slowly.
Blue eyes took in every movement through half closed lids. Tara’s hands reached up to Willow’s shoulders. She could taste the butter on the red head’s breath. Their lips were so close... If someone walked in now, Tara wasn’t sure if she’d be able to refrain from some very choice words. It was because she was straining her ears for any sounds of the door opening that she almost missed the first brush of lips against her own. The feeling was so brief it could hardly be called a touch. Tara caught Willow’s lips softly and held them close with her own. They parted, breathing quickly, foreheads touching. Tara’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and Willow didn’t even try to resist. Her lips opened and pressed against Tara’s. Willow’s tongue licked the edge of Tara’s bottom lip with quick, light movements. She could taste the salt from the popcorn they had shared.
The blonde moaned softly, and pressed her whole body into the kiss. Her fingers slid up the sides of Willow’s neck, caressing from shoulder to ear. Lips pressed more firmly, hungry for the long denied taste of the witch’s mouth. Her tongue flicked at the tip of Willow’s, then slid over its length. Tara’s fingers ran up to the back of Willow’s head and through her hair. Willow’s hands reached around the blonde’s waist and up her back; pulling her in with her hands, and pushing her back with the movements of her lips.
The heated kiss went on for some time before a squeaky cart pulled in front of the restroom door, and the pair was forced to pull apart. The girls were flushed from the contact, and hurried from the theater quickly, rushing past the cleaning woman before she could open the door. Back to Tara’s dorm room they ran, where they were sure not to be interrupted.
(The End. What happened next, well, that’s another story.)
[This message has been edited by Shadowcat (edited July 12, 2001).]
by Halcyon » Thu Jul 12, 2001 7:55 pm
Completely adorable movie date. *sigh*
Thanks!!
by Warduke » Thu Jul 12, 2001 8:13 pm
by legend » Thu Jul 12, 2001 8:49 pm
If only all my dates ended like that...
by tommo » Fri Jul 13, 2001 2:49 am
This is just sweet; it's cute and so our two girls...sigh...
And er...about that feeding fruit thingy? I'm free next week if you are...
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"Tara had never felt as good about herself in her life. Willow gave her that gift. And another gift. Tara couldn't quite bring herself to call it love. Not yet. But there was time." ~ Unseen: The Burning
by cookie monster » Fri Jul 13, 2001 6:34 am
test before I ask for help
Well something worked
[This message has been edited by cookie monster (edited July 13, 2001).]
by Rane » Fri Jul 13, 2001 11:42 am
by CaptMurdock » Fri Jul 13, 2001 11:46 am
"Goblin King, Goblin King, take this bad baby away!"
A theatre of my youth, long since torn down, uses to have floors that could pull Army boots off your feet. It got so bad we started taking cans of Lysol to the movies with us!
Still love this story. More, soon, please.
by Scout » Fri Jul 13, 2001 6:47 pm
Please pick up the story at the dorm.
by kpmuse » Fri Jul 13, 2001 7:41 pm
by TaraMaclay » Sat Jul 14, 2001 12:17 am
Eather you missed posting a part (goes from 2 to 4). Or you mis-numbered it.
Which actually doesn't take anything away from your story. I was just wondering.
Keep up the great writing.
by Dr.G » Sat Jul 14, 2001 1:33 am
This is so sweet. Ah darn, my vocabulary is too limited. I love it.
Write that other story as well please.
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Amber Benson has really nice hair and I want her shampoo.
by TaraMaclay » Sun Jul 15, 2001 2:18 am
Sorry guys, I skipped right past the 3rd part. Wasn't paying attention the frist time. Oops!!!
[This message has been edited by TaraMaclay (edited July 15, 2001).]
by Wolfix » Sun Jul 15, 2001 9:21 am
Where they can't be disturbed?? This is getting SO much better with every installment!!
Keep up the good fic, Pat
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Pen the Drummer loves you. You may also note that Jesus loves you.
"The rocks! The rocks! Make them stop! Make the rocks stop!"
by Shadowcat » Sun Jul 15, 2001 2:09 pm
I definately need a new title. Laundry Lovin' was not supposed to be the title. It's a joke. And I'm still as blank as before as to what to call it...
I'm not completely writting off any chance of a continuation. I'm just saying that it's not a priority of mine right now, so please don't wait with anticipation as if the next Rainbow Writers fic were coming out. For now, this really is the end.
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Notice that they do not so much fly as ... plummet.
by tommo » Mon Jul 16, 2001 5:51 am
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"Tara had never felt as good about herself in her life. Willow gave her that gift. And another gift. Tara couldn't quite bring herself to call it love. Not yet. But there was time." ~ Unseen: The Burning
by xita » Wed Jul 18, 2001 12:59 pm
But, I have to tell you, I found your fic inspiring and strangely affecting
by AngelusUK » Wed Jul 18, 2001 1:31 pm
Please write a new one and soon.
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Amber Fan
Willow "Thats fine I don't need to be snuggled"
Tara "Vixen"
by tommo » Wed Jul 18, 2001 1:52 pm
quote:
Originally posted by xita:
But, I have to tell you, I found your fic inspiring and strangely affecting
Xita, you have to stop posting stuff that makes me laugh out loud. And you probably weren't even being pervy here either, heh heh...
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"She looked across at Willow, whose face was filled with light. She had never felt so calm and happy, and strong..." ~ Unseen: Door To Alternity
by Dr.G » Wed Jul 18, 2001 3:45 pm
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Amber Benson has really nice hair and I want her shampoo.
by Shadowcat » Wed Jul 18, 2001 8:07 pm
And, of course, I noticed you noticing her noticing, so that has to say something about me. I'm not quite sure what, but I'm sure it's something.
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Notice that they do not so much fly as ... plummet.
by Dr.G » Thu Jul 19, 2001 12:35 am
by tommo » Thu Jul 19, 2001 2:02 am
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"She looked across at Willow, whose face was filled with light. She had never felt so calm and happy, and strong..." ~ Unseen: Door To Alternity
by april » Thu Jul 19, 2001 11:40 am
len, xita, adrienne and i all read the fourth part together at the pbp, and squeaked with pleasure simultaneously at the appropriate parts. it was SO FUN to read it with other kitties!
you've got to keep writing w/t fic, pat. this was fantastic!
by ryankelly » Thu Jul 19, 2001 12:43 pm
And hey, I've noticed that you're all using the word notice too much, so stop it
By the way Pat, let me join the chorus of kitties begging for more W/T fic from you...bring it on!
Long live the 80's!
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