Re: FF: Right In Front of You; Part 8/?

["Melinda" <msantoyo@xxxxxxxxx>]

Liked the last part, I must say I don't feel guilty at all!!:) "do I have
kiss-me face" She's asking for trouble!!:)
Melinda
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Sent: Friday, July 06, 2001 2:20 AM
Subject: FF: Right In Front of You; Part 8/?


> Here's number 8. I know there hasn't been much W/T, so I got one word for
> ya. Flashback. Which kinda means that Buffy's a little left out in this
> one, but no worries, she'll be back in the next chapter.
>
> -CDS
>
> . Title: Right In Front of You; Part 8/?
> . Author: Callisto's Dark Side
> . Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx
> . Feedback: The more I get, the faster I write.
> . Distribution: Wherever. Just email me.
> . Spoilers: All of Season 5, but events take place before some events in
> Tough Love.
> . Rating: R
> . Pairing: W/T & B/W
> . Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to the
> almighty Joss Whedon and Company, and are only being borrowed for the fun
> and enjoyment of us, the super fans.
> . Summary: Willow/Tara fic in which the two love birds must manage to deal
> with the consequences of a spell that threatens to tear them apart
forever.
>
>
> Chapter 8
>
> "Thank you for the dinner Leanna," Tara said, finishing off her last
> spoonful of soup.
>
> "Yes, thank you," Dawn said with soup dripping down her chin.
>
> "You're welcome," Leanna answered, taking Tara's plate, bowl and eating
> utensils.
>
> Glory had long finished her supper and was sleeping on the rug floor by
the
> fireplace.
>
> Anna had just finished and ran over to the sleeping Blonde with a small
> freshly-washed Tarak bone in hand. The little girl played with the former
> Hell God's hair. It was blonde like her own, and that was rare in these
> parts. The six-year-old child ran her hands through the blonde locks and
> found just the right amount of hair to tie the bone with.
>
> After finishing with the hair ornament, Anna sat back admiring her
> handy-work. A few seconds later she ran into a dark room and appeared
with
> a giant pillow and a small blanket. Anna dragged the blanket with her
right
> hand while she held the pillow over her left shoulder.
>
> The young girl delicately placed the pillow under Glory's head and covered
> her torso with the blanket. She then laid down next to the slumbering
Hell
> God, back towards Glory, and brought the covers over her tiny body,
> relishing in the warmth of the toasty fireplace.
>
> Meanwhile, Dawn watched with fascination.
>
> "Is it just me?" Dawn turned to Tara, "Or does Anna like Psycho better
than
> me?"
>
> "Oddly enough, it's not you," Tara smiled, "I see it too."
>
> Leanna turned around from washing the dishes, "Why is that so bad?"
>
> Tara and Dawn looked at each other.
>
> "You wanna field this or should I?" Dawn asked.
>
> "Go ahead," Tara replied, sitting back in her chair.
>
> "Well, for one thing, she's crazy, then there's the whole mean and trying
to
> hurt you thing."
>
> "She's dangerous?"
>
> "Oh, no, not anymore. We took care of that."
>
> "If you don't like her then why do travel with her?"
>
> "If it were my choice I wouldn't, but she's kinda our responsibility,"
Dawn
> answered.
>
> "Actually," Tara interrupted, "She's my responsibility."
>
> "What are you talking about?" Dawn questioned.
>
> "I brought her here, remember?"
>
> "Yeah, but I'm the." Dawn trailed off, almost revealing her true nature.
> "Never mind."
>
> Leanna stared at the two with a dish and washcloth in hand before speaking
> up, "What did you mean when you said you brought her here?"
>
> Tara looked at the table for a few seconds before looking up, "You see,
when
> we were in the far east, Glory was somewhat of a troublemaker."
>
> Dawn furrowed her brow at Tara, knowing that it was the understatement of
> the century.
>
> "And I decided that taking Glory on a trip would be a good thing for
> everyone," Tara smiled.
>
> "I see," Leanna finished wiping the dish clean, "And I suppose it's
worked?
> She doesn't hurt people anymore?"
>
> "Yup, so far the only person's she's hurt is herself. She kinda stumbled
> upon a fire, that's why she's all ashy."
>
> "Oh, so that's why she looks like that."
>
> ******
>
> "Leanna?" Tara asked, sipping her drink on the couch around the
fireplace.
>
> "Yes?" The fellow Brunette answered, sipping her own drink.
>
> "I was wondering if you have any books that Dawn and I could look at while
> we're here?"
>
> "Of course," Leanna beamed, "I have plenty of books, mostly children's
> books, but I have a fair number of classics. I'll get them right now."
> Leanna hurried out of the room.
>
> Tara and Dawn exchanged looks as Leanna left.
>
> Four minutes later, Leanna came back with an armful of books. She plopped
> them down next to Tara and Dawn on the couch.
>
> "Sorry I took so long, but I couldn't decide on which ones to bring."
>
> "That's okay, I'm sure whatever you brought is fine," Tara said.
>
> "Wow," Dawn picked up the closest book, "The Huntress of Mynai," Dawn read
> the title out loud and turned to see the first page.
>
> Tara picked up a book and read the title out loud as well, "The Sorceress
of
> Septar. This looks interesting," Tara turned the page.
>
> "Oh yes, that's my favorite," Leanna said, fidgeting nervously as Tara and
> Dawn read through the first few pages of their respective books.
>
> Although Tara doubted the book contained any spells at all, she figured it
> would be useful in gauging the type of spells this world contained.
>
> ******
>
> "Ahhhh," Anya yelped as she walked into Buffy's house carrying a box full
of
> her clothes, " Bunny!" The Ex-Demon ran back outside.
>
> "Relax," Willow said, picking up her cat, "It's just Miss Kitty
Fantastico."
>
> "Oh, cat," Anya said, stepping back into the house, "They eat bunnies,
> right?"
>
> "Yeah," Willow gave Miss Kitty a nosy, "She's a bunny hunter."
>
> "Good, because I wouldn't want any of those vermin hanging around here
while
> I'm staying."
>
> Buffy walked unsteadily through the open door with a box under each arm
and
> walked into the living room, dumping both boxes on the couch.
>
> "Umm." Anya waved her hand at Buffy, "Why are you putting my stuff on the
> couch?"
>
> Buffy turned and let out a puff of air, "Cuz that's where you're
sleeping."
>
>
> ******
>
> Willow stood, staring at the picture of her and Tara on their dresser.
They
> were in the park and Tara had surprised her with a picnic. She had been
> told they were going bird-watching with Willow's camera, only she found a
> picnic basket already set out under a tree with an agitated Anya guarding
> it. Anya asked for the twenty Tara promised and then she was off.
>
> After a long picnic of feeding each other crackers and other such goodies,
> Tara had asked a passer-by if she could take a picture of them. The lady
> obliged, but almost dropped the camera when the two kissed, pressing the
> button at the exact same time.
>
> Now the crooked picture of their kiss stood on the dresser. Willow turned
> her head slightly to adjust for the crookedness. Looking at the picture,
> Willow could almost feel the afternoon breeze on her skin, the taste of
> peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and Tara's tender touch.
>
> "Tara?" Willow said, enfolded in Tara's arms, sitting on their picnic
> blanket.
>
> "Yes Honey," Tara replied, placing a small kiss on her lover's neck.
>
> "Thank you, although not for almost breaking my camera."
>
> "Hey, it's not my fault that everyone always assumes we're sisters," Tara
> nibbled on an earlobe.
>
> "True, but you knew she didn't know and that's why you kissed me at that
> exact moment."
>
> "You know me so well Watson," Tara teased.
>
> "How come I always have to be Watson?"
>
> "Because everyone knows that Watson invented the Watt," Tara giggled,
> rubbing Willow's tummy.
>
> "What?"
>
> "That's right Honey."
>
> "Huh?"
>
> Tara giggled again.
>
> "Well, anyway," Willow said, shaking off her confusion, "You just love
> shocking people don't you? Like the time you grabbed my butt in public."
>
> "Hey, there was something clinging there, remember?"
>
> "Yeah, then why'd you have to hold on for five seconds?"
>
> "Cuz it felt nice."
>
> Willow blushed.
>
> "And besides, the only reason I kissed you when that woman was taking our
> photo, was because you had your 'Kiss-Me' face on."
>
> "Did not."
>
> "Did too."
>
> "I don't know why I'm even arguing, cuz I know nothing of this 'Kiss-Me'
> face you allude to."
>
> "Oh?"
>
> "Yup. Nothing."
>
> "Then why do you have it on now?"
>
> "Do not."
>
> "Do too."
>
> "Not."
>
> "Too," Tara said, before closing her lips on Willow's.
>
> "Mmm" The Redhead murmured under the Brunette's kiss.
>
> "See," Tara said after pulling away, "I wouldn't have kissed you if you
> didn't have it on."
>
> "And what exactly does this face look like?"
>
> "Well, just look in the mirror any time you want and there it is."
>
> Willow stood in front of her mirror and wondered what it was that made
Tara
> want to kiss her all the time. She made her smiley face, her pouty face,
> and finally her infamous resolve face.
>
> "Whatcha doing?" Buffy asked as she popped into the reflection and saw
> Willow challenging her image to who knows what."
>
> Willow turned to look at her friend, "Do I have 'Kiss-Me' face?"
>
> "A Wha." The Slayer slurred.
>
> To be continued.
>
>
>
>
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