Re: FIC: Right In Front of You; Part 10/?

["Callistosdarkside" <callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx>]

Thanx Melinda,

Was it really that funny? :) I guess I gotta add more Anya/Willow catfights in the coming chapters, with maybe Buffy as the referee.

-CDS
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From: Melinda 
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Sent: Wednesday, July 18, 2001 12:08 AM
Subject: Re: FIC: Right In Front of You; Part 10/?


Cracking up!! Fell off my chair!! Laughing so hard!!
can not stop!!!
Please no more!!! WAIT !! Yes, more!!!
Melinda
aka
Panda Mel
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Subject: FIC: Right In Front of You; Part 10/?


> Here's part 10. Hope ya like. As usual, you can read it here or at my
site
> http://b7holofantasy.homestead.com/buffyfic.html
>
> -CDS
>
> . Title: Right In Front of You; Part 10/?
> . Author: Callisto's Dark Side
> . Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxx
> . Feedback: The more I get, the faster I write.
> . Distribution: Can be found at
> http://b7holofantasy.homestead.com/buffyfic.html (My Site),
> http://www.geocities.com/last_days_of_pern, and
> http://www.peccath.com/extraflamey/mainframe.htm
> . 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 10
>
> "Ahhhh!" Anna screamed as she ran out of the house and into the startled
> forms of Tara and Dawn.
>
> "What is it? What's wrong?" Tara asked, looking down at the little girl.
>
> Suddenly Glory came running through the door, a tiny bone in hand.
>
> "Umm," Dawn tapped Tara on the shoulder, "I'm pretty sure it's that."
Dawn
> pointed at the Blonde in the red dress.
>
> "You little pipsqueak!" Glory shouted, holding the bone threateningly in
the
> air.
>
> "What do you think you're doing?" Tara demanded, stepping in front of
Anna.
>
> "What do you think? That little monster tried to accessorise me. Me!
Can
> you believe that?"
>
> "So she thinks you're a Barbie Doll, what's the big deal?"
>
> "Deal? The deal is that no one dresses me, but me. No one accessorises
me,
> but me. And no one sure as hell puts bones in my hair, but, well, no
one."
>
> Tara put a hand on her hip and stared down the former Hell God.
>
> "Okay, fine. I get the point. I'm gone. Just make sure that little
virus
> doesn't follow," Glory pointed at the six-year-old.
>
> "I don't think that'll be a problem," Dawn replied, holding onto Anna's
arm,
> but the young girl pulled away.
>
> "Aww, we were playing," The six-year-old pouted.
>
> "What?" Glory shook her head. "We were not playing."
>
> "Yes we were," Anna said, placing hands on hips.
>
> "What part of being chased by an angry Hell God don't you understand
little
> girl?"
>
> "Wanna play!" Anna pouted again.
>
> "Okay, six-year-old logic ain't exactly doing it for me," Glory ran a hand
> through her hair, "So if you two plan on keeping little Blondie safe, I
> suggest you keep her away from me."
>
> Glory turned on her heel and went back into the house.
> "Aww, why won't Auntie Glory play with me?" Anna asked Dawn.
>
> "Auntie Glory?" Dawn asked back.
>
> ******
>
> "What about these ones?" Tara asked Leanna, pulling a spell book from
the
> bookshelf.
>
> "Oh, you can ignore those, the spells don't actually work. I've tried,"
> Leanna replied sheepishly. "I know, you probably think I'm weird for even
> trying, after all the entire town calls me Leanna the Witch."
>
> "That's terrible."
>
> "It's okay really. They don't really think I'm a witch. I mean, who'd
> believe in magic anyway?"
>
> "Yeah," Tara smiled, "Magic."
>
> Tara flipped through the pages, noticing the basic spells that were common
> in her dimension as well, simple flotation spells along with fire and
water
> spells.
>
> Leanna crowded close, closely watching Tara look through the book.
>
> Tara lifted her head, "Umm, so where did you get this book anyway?"
>
> "Oh, I got it the same place I always get my books, at the market. Once a
> month a merchant I know, Daniel, brings me books from neighbouring towns,
> villages and even cities. I'm his best customer, well actually, I'm his
> only customer when it comes to books other than the local school."
>
> "So the locals don't read much?"
>
> "Nope, I've tried to convince people to learn to read, but they're too
busy
> tilling their fields, looking after their children or taking care of their
> businesses."
>
> "I see. So why did you learn to read?"
>
> "I learned at an early age, mostly because I didn't have many friends and
my
> home life wasn't the best. I usually snuck away from the house, made a
> campfire and curled up with a good book to take me away from all the
pain."
>
> Tara nodded her head, "I use to do that too."
>
> "Really?"
>
> "Yeah. I just loved sitting under the stars around the warmth of a fire,
> reading a book."
>
> "Me too."
>
> "Didn't you just love the feeling of how nothing seemed to matter aftera
> reading the book for hours on end?" Tara asked.
>
> "That's exactly how I felt. It's like the whole world slipped away andI
> became the main character."
>
> "I know. I could read the entire night until morning came."
>
> The two looked at each other, the intensity of the conversation surprising
> them both. Tara noticed a tear forming at the side of Leanna's eye.
>
> "I'm sorry," Leanna blushed, wiping her face with her sleeve, "It's just
> that I've never met someone that likes books as much as I do."
>
> "That's okay," Tara soothed, instinctively taking Leanna's elbow in her
> hand.
>
> ******
>
> "What's that?" Anya asked, pointing at some mechanical wires inside
> BuffyBot.
>
> BuffyBot was lying flat on its back on Buffy's bed. Willow was workingon
> the opening in its midsection. She had strategically placed towels over
> BuffyBot's chest and nether regions, so as not to get distracted.
> Unfortunately, Anya was in the room while Buffy was out slaying.
>
> "What's what?" The Hacker questioned, her eyes focused on some wiring deep
> inside the chest cavity.
>
> "That," Anya stuck a finger inside the opening, close to Willow's eye.
>
> "Ack, get that finger away from me," Willow tried pushing the Ex-Demon's
> hand away, but with one eye closed, her attempts met a 2D wall.
>
> "Okay, fine. I was just trying to help."
>
> "Helping would be not trying to blind me or annoy me with the same
question
> over and over again. And did I mention, over?" Willow pulled her face
out
> of BuffyBot's midsection.
>
> "Sorry, I'm just not use to robot guts. I'm use to the real thing."
>
> "Then maybe you should go find yourself a dead cow to play with."
>
> "I would, but that would mean travelling to the country and leaving the
> comforts of this place."
>
> Willow shook her head and walked over to the cabinet, where she had placed
> most of her tools.
>
> "Hey! That's my job," Anya stated as she stepped in front of the Hacker.
>
> "That's okay Anya. I can get what I need by my self. You can go
downstairs
> and watch T.V. or something."
>
> "But I was helping. I was getting stuff, like that screwdriver I handed
> you. I was useful and becoming multi-talented."
>
> "Well, you can take your talent somewhere else."
>
> "That was an insult, wasn't it?"
>
> "What if it was?"
>
> "Then I was extremely offended by it."
>
> "Good. Now move over so I can get my tools."
>
> "I will not," Anya crossed her arms across her chest.
>
> "Fine," Willow smiled and tried to step around the Ex-Demon, but Anya
> stepped to the side and blocked her off.
>
> "Let me through," Willow demanded.
>
> "No! Not until you admit that I'm useful."
>
> "Fine," Willow rolled her eyes, "You're useful."
>
> "I don't believe you." Anya stiffened her posture.
>
> "Well, good, cuz I didn't mean it," Willow quickly reached underneath
Anya's
> left arm and grabbed the tweezers, but the fiery Ex-Demon grabbed Willow's
> arm and attempted to wrestle the tool away.
>
> "That's mine!" Anya shouted, tackling the Witch to the ground.
>
> "Funny, I never saw you pay for it." Willow countered, lying underneath
the
> surprisingly scrappy Brunette.
>
> "So what? Buffy said I was in charge of the tools when she left, so it's
> mine for now," Anya argued, holding Willow in an arm-lock.
>
> "She did not." Willow grabbed a bunch of hair and pulled Anya's head
back.
>
> "Oww, that hurts," Anya's left hand instinctively went back and tried to
> pry Willow's determined grip off her hair. "Stop grabbing!" Anya
shouted.
>
> "Only if you get off me," Willow demanded.
>
> "Fine, just don't do any damage to my hair. Xander won't sleep with meif
> I'm bald."
>
> Willow slowly let go of Anya's hair and the Ex-Demon got up, making sure
to
> drive her knee into Willow's arm in the process.
>
> "Oww, you did that on purpose."
>
> "No I didn't," Anya smiled. "Here," Anya offered Willow the tweezers.
>
> Willow took it out of Anya's hands and then grabbed her by the arm and
> pulled herself up.
>
> "Hey!" Anya shouted. "Are you trying to rip my arm off?"
>
> "Nope," Willow smiled, then turned back to work on BuffyBot.
>
> Anya rubbed her shoulder and followed the Hacker back to where BuffyBot
laid
> on the bed.
>
> "So, what's with the towels?" Anya asked slyly.
>
> "What?" Willow asked, but then her eyes realised what Anya was talking
> about. "Oh, they're just to cover up the." Willow trailed off.
>
> "To cover up this," Anya pulled off the towel that was covering BuffyBot's
> breasts.
>
> Willow gulped and averted her eyes.
>
> "What's the matter? Never seen a girl's boobs before?" Anya teased.
>
> "Of course I have, but.."
>
> "But what?"
>
> "They're Buffy's boobs."
>
> "No they're not. They're a robot's boobs. Look," Anya fondled one of
> BuffyBot's breasts, "They're not even real."
>
> "Ahhh, I can't believe you're doing that. What are you doing? Are you
> demented or something?"
>
> "Oh, like you've never wanted to do it? That's why you covered her up,
> isn't it. Couldn't stand the temptation?"
>
> Willow didn't deny it. Why should she justify anything Anya was
> insinuating.
>
> Anya continued playing with the fake breast and then began fondling the
> other with her other hand, "You know, for fake boobs, they feel pretty
> real."
>
> "Stop that!" Willow shouted.
>
> "Why? You wanna try?"
>
> Willow's face burned red with anger and she reached out, fully intending
to
> grab Anya's wrists, but the Ex-Demon had moved them out of the way justin
> time for the Hacker to feel simulated flesh under her skin.
>
> ******
>
> "What's the wha." Buffy's jaw hit the floor as she stepped through the
front
> door, only to be greeted by her own image in a French maid's outfit.
>
> "Hello," BuffyBot smiled, "I'm Buffy, pleased to me you Buffy." The
robot
> raised her hand for a handshake, but the Slayer just brushed her off and
> stared at the two women on either side of Spike's Ex-SexBot.
>
> "You like the outfit?" Anya grinned while Willow had her head down.
>
> "Sure, in a Xander's greatest fantasy sort of way, unfortunately, I'm not
> Xander," Buffy drawled.
>
> "Well, you're right about that," Anya smiled, "This is Xander's
favourite."
>
> The Slayer shook her head and then looked at Willow, trying to demand an
> answer, but Willow wouldn't look up.
>
> Buffy stepped closer to her best friend and tilted her head just enoughso
> that Willow would have to look her in the eyes.
>
> "I. I. " Willow stammered.
>
> "You.stood idly by and let Anya dress my robot in a French maid's outfit,
> because she has magic powers and you don't?"
>
> Willow pouted guiltily.
>
> "Well, she did have the weight of my blackmailing her against her," Anya
> enthused.
>
> "Hey!" Willow looked up, desperation in her eyes, "You're not supposedto
> tell people that you're blackmailing someone."
>
> "You're not?" Anya furrowed her brow.
>
> "No!" Willow chastised.
>
> Buffy's eyes wandered back and forth between Ex-Demon and Hacker, before
> finally settling on her best friend.
>
> "Okay, so what exactly did Anya blackmail you about?"
>
> Willow kept her lips together and retained the pout.
>
> "Will?" Buffy pushed, but to no avail.
>
> "Oh, what the heck," Anya sighed, "She touched BuffyBot's boobs."
>
> "You liar!" Willow screamed as she lunged at the Brunette.
>
> Anya fell to the ground under the slender, but fiery form of the Hacker.
>
> "If I was lying, why are you so upset?" Anya countered, barely holding
onto
> Willow's wrists as they threatened to bludgeon her face.
>
> "I mean the agreement. We had an agreement."
>
> Buffy watched the fighting forms roll around on the ground for a few more
> seconds before pulling a steaming Willow off of Anya.
>
> "Okay, now this is getting weird. What happened Will? Did you really
touch
> my. her. its. boobs?"
>
> "No. well. yes. but it wasn't intentional. It was unintentional. No
> intention whatsoever," Willow stammered breathlessly.
>
> "And how exactly did you manage to accidentally grope my robot?"
>
> Willow's face flushed red, "Well, Anya. she was fondling BuffyBot's boobs
> and I went to stop her and she moved out of the way and I ended up
touching,
> then she said she'd tell you, and then I said I'd kill her, and then she
> said she'd 'like to see me try,' and then I said 'okay fine,' and then she
> said she'd still tell you, and then I begged her not to, and then she
> suggested we dress BuffyBot up like a maid, and then I said 'no way Jose,'
> and then she said if I let her do it she wouldn't tell you about the
> touching, and then I said 'okay.'"
>
> Buffy looked at her flustered friend and then at Anya, and then back to
> Willow.
>
> "So Anya groped my robot, then you accidentally did it trying to stop her,
> and then Anya blackmailed you into letting her play dress-up?"
>
> "Mmm hmmm," Willow nodded.
>
> "Okay then," Buffy turned to Anya, "No more touching my robot for you, and
> no more dressing her up either." Buffy grabbed BuffyBot's wrist and ran
her
> hand along the bracelet it was wearing, "And by the way, if you were going
> to dress her up, you could have at least given her a bracelet that wasn't
so
> trashy."
>
> "That was Willow's idea," Anya supplied.
>
> "Hey, I just wanted a way to identify her visually," Willow argued, but
then
> her eyes saw BuffyBot's erotic maid's outfit and she flushed even redder.
>
> To be continued.
>
>
>
>
>
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