Re: [buffywantswillow] FIC: Electric Gummy Crickets (1/1)

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This and the other one were great! I think you should pick up in a third one where this one left off, though!! ;-) Happy writing!
Danielle :-)
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On Tue, 11 Apr 2000 04:17:19 ~~Kimber wrote:
>Aww...come on now. I can't torture list dad properly unless I post the sequel too!!
>*Bwahahahahahahahha* This is what happens folks, when you have way too much time on your
>hands. Be afraid, be very afraid............I love you Rod. Now come out and play damn
>it!!!!
>
>
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>Title: Electric Gummy Crickets (1/1) (W/T)
>Author: Kimber (kacoe@xxxxxxx)
>Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
>Summary: Sequel to Musings. This is the scene I think is missing from Superstar after
>Buffy leaves Taras room. It had to be done.
>Spoilers: Up to Superstar.
>Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.
>Author's Notes: Yeah, I know the title is really whacked out, but I never claimed
>sanity. Youll understand when you read it. Im lifting some of the text from
>Superstar. Sorry Joss man, I needed it. Please dont send the big lumpy demon after me.
>Please? *grin*
>
>*** Indicates images that both Willow and Tara are seeing.***
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>
>Whats going on? Buffy looks at the bed and sees Tara. Oh my God.
>
>Willow closes the door and kneels down next to Tara. Shes gonna be okay, but shes
>terrified.
>
>What happened?
>
>Someone found her in the janitors closet about an hour ago. I-I think she was there all
>night. She, she was all alone.
>
>Buffy looks at Tara. Tara. What did this?
>
>Tara struggles. Big. . .lumpy and something, something on its head, like a Greek
>letter, only not.
>
>Buffy grabs some paper and jots something down. This. Was it this?
>
>Tara nods weakly.
>
>Willow frowns. Buffy, Jonathan said we were all safe. Jonathan said it.
>
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>
>That was an hour ago. Since then, Willow had straightened up Taras room, gone out
>quickly to get her a soda, and rung out the washcloth about fifty times. Tara fell asleep
>as soon as Buffy left. As Willow knelt next to Tara, several images passed by in her
>mind.
>
>. . .The synchronicity spell with the rose  Willow *knew* she felt the power emanating
>around them. . .
>
>. . .Tara offering her the dolls eye crystal and her fallen expression and hasty exit when
>Willow refused. She knew she had hurt her feelings. . .
>
>. . .Holding hands with Tara at the Bronze  it seemed like the most natural thing in the
>world. . .
>
>. . .Tara as her anchor when she ventured into the nether realm. The intensity of the
>spell still sent shivers up Willows spine  but in a good way. . .
>
>Willow smiled at all of these thoughts. Her smile quickly turned into a frown when she
>realized that Tara could have been lost last night. That lumpy demon could have made a
>lunchable out of her. Then where would Willow be? Shed come to rely on and cherish the
>friendship theyd built. Without Tara, it would be like. . .
>
>Hey. Tara stirred. Dont you. . .shouldnt you be helping Buffy? She furrowed her
>brow.
>
>Willow shook her head. No place to be but here. Buffy and Jonathan can handle it.
>Besides, I wanted to take care of you. How do you feel? Willow wrung out the washcloth
>again and put it back on Taras head.
>
>Um, Im okay. A little achy. I hope. . .Im not keeping you from anything, am I?
>
>Of course not. I can beat myself up here as well as I can back in my room. Willows
>eyes fell.
>
>Tara sat up. Willow. . .what do you mean? Why would you?
>
>Its my fault. I should have walked you to your room like I always do. This never would
>have happened. . . you never would have gotten hurt. She sighed.
>
>Its not your fault. Really. Please dont blame yourself.
>
>I cant help it. I should have been there for you. . .you were terrified.
>
>Tara reached out and put her hand on Willows arm. But. . .youre here now and, well,
>thats more important. If you were with me, then we both would have gotten hurt. . .I
>couldnt stand it if. . . She stopped, afraid of going any further  afraid of
>everything spilling out all at once.
>
>Thats just it. Tara, you got hurt and worse, you could have been killed. I couldnt
>stand it either if. . . Willow looked up at her and a tear threatened to spill over. I
>just couldnt stand it. Thats all.
>
>Tara smiled shyly and dropped her head. Im okay now though. She looked up at Willow
>again. Thanks to you. She whispered.
>
>Willow smiled. There wasnt anything she could think of to say. Tara had practically
>gotten killed last night. She did the only thing she could do when there werent enough
>words for something like this. She slid onto the bed next to Tara and slowly wrapped her
>arms around her waist, carefully pulling her into a hug.
>
>After a second or two, Tara found her motor skills and reciprocated the hug. It felt
>good, felt warm, but not just that, it felt. . .
>
>Is this alright? Willow whispered.
>
><That was it. It felt right.> So very alright. Tara whispered back and smiled into
>red hair.
>
>Because I dont want to hurt you, not that I would intentionally but with your bruises
>and scratches, I just thought that maybe it wasnt alright, like I was hurting you or
>something and Id never do that, its the last thing that would ever enter my mind and it
>would never enter my mind really. . . Willow sighed. And Im stopping now because there
>were way too many words in there.
>
>You could never hurt me. I know that. Tara replied, and before she had a chance to
>think about what she was saying, she threw in I dont think you can ever let me down.
>
>Willow squeezed a little tighter. But I did last night.
>
>Tara pulled away a little so she could look at Willow face to face. No. She wasnt
>sure, but she thought that it was assertive enough to make Willow understand.
>
>But.
>
>Tara shook her head. No. She dropped her head and spoke softly. Id rather have you
>here now than. . .than with me last night. When it went away all I could think of, all I
>thought about was that you were. . .you know. . .safe. And I was grateful for that
>because I knew. . .I knew youd be here in the morning. Then everything would be okay.
>Her voice became barely a whisper. I knew youd come and it would all be okay.
>
>Willows heart leapt at the final words shed spoken. She knew it must have taken all the
>courage in the world for Tara to say something like that. Aww, Tara. . . .I dont know
>what to say, I mean, I. . . She sighed. Again, there werent enough words for how she
>felt. Willow leaned in and placed her forehead against Taras and closed her eyes. Ill
>always be here for you.
>
>Tara whispered back. I know. She leaned in again and wrapped her arms around Willows
>shoulders. This was definitely alright.
>
>Suddenly, they both felt a warm breeze swirl around them. A tingling sensation danced
>across their skin and they tightened their grip on each other. As each minute passed,
>their breath became more labored. All of the emotions were conveyed, all of the thoughts
>locked inside were brought to the surface. In each of their minds, they saw scene upon
>scene unfold before them, as if they were a third party on the outside witnessing
>something within:
>
>***Tara beaming with joy every time Willow said something sweet  or every time she said
>anything at all. She could have said that it was raining crickets and gummy bears and
>Tara would have just kept on smiling.***
>
>Willow pulls away and looks deep into Taras eyes. . .
>
>***Willow sneaking little glances over at Tara  and Tara doing the same. Neither one
>knew that the other had noticed and secretly gushed inside just from the sight of each
>other***
>
>***Tara sitting just that much closer to Willow in the lounge. Close enough so that she
>could smell the intoxicating scent that was unique to Willow and Willow alone. Sometimes,
>she could swear that her scent still hung in the air after Willow had left for the night
>and was grateful when shed used one of the pillows on her bed. The scent lingered until
>she fell asleep.***
>
>Tara smiles shyly and drops her head a little. . . .
>
>***Willow touching Taras arm or leg when she was talking to her. It was the only way she
>could keep contact, touch skin to skin, without feeling guilty for having those
>feelings. She could feel the warmth of Taras skin even after she took her hand away. .
>.it lingered there like an aftershock from static electricity  but in a good way***
>
>***Tara hanging her head, not out of shyness, but out of fear that Willow would see the
>love brimming over in her eyes. Afraid that the redhead would see that shed captured her
>heart with every smile.***
>
>Willow puts her finger under Taras chin and cups the side of her face with her hand. . .
>.
>
>***Willow babbling on and on and on. She caught herself once or twice almost saying too
>much, almost revealing how she felt, but covered it up with more words than necessary.
>Taras presence seemed to yank the babble right out of her  if she didnt babble, then
>shed probably state very simply how much the girl meant to her. She felt like, if she
>just kept on talking about nothing, then she wouldnt have to admit that Tara meant
>everything***
>
>***I am you know. (Tara turns her head toward Willow) What? (Willow looks a little
>confused) Yours. (gives a half-smile) (Willow tilts her head and smiles)***
>
>Tara reaches over to put her hand on top of Willows  leaning into the caress. . . .
>
>***Tara is mid sentence. . . .I-it-it's kind of like astral projection. It's very
>intense. I'd have to be your anchor, keep you on this plane. Willow nods. I trust
>you. Tara shakes her head. It-it's not like anything that we've ever Willow smiles
>broadly. I trust you.***
>
>***Buffy, Willow and Tara are walking the path on campus. Tara stops. Um. . .my exit.
>Willow, Ill see you tomorrow? Willow turns to her and sighs. Okay. She reaches for
>Taras arm and slides her hand down to entwine their fingers for a moment before letting
>go.***
>
>The images stopped abruptly, leaving the two girls staring at each other and trying to
>bring their breathing back to a semi-normal rhythm.
>
>Willow found her voice first. That was. . .wow Her voice had a husky tone to it.
>
>Tara simply nodded. Motor skills were coming back but her voice wasnt cooperating.
>
>Willow smiled and cocked her head to the side. Crickets and gummy bears?
>
>Tara dropped here eyes from embarrassment. A nice crimson color settled in her cheeks.
>Well, yeah. Her voice finally returned. The Chinese believe that having a cricket in
>your house was good luck and, um, gummy bears are sweet. Theyre my favorite. Tara
>suddenly felt brave and looked right into Willows bright green eyes. Youre so sweet,
>and Im lucky to have you. . .you know. . .in my life. She saw Willow blush and smiled.
>So, um. . .static electricity?
>
>It was Willows turn to smile. When I was younger, I used to run around my house with my
>socks on and touch everything that would give me a shock. She chuckled a little. I
>know it sounds weird, but it was exciting to have that little jolt of energy run through
>me. Willow caressed Taras cheek with the pad of her thumb. Whenever we make plans,
>whenever I know Im going to spend time with you, I get excited. If it was at all
>possible, Willow blushed an even deeper shade than Tara. When I touch you, I feel. . I
>can feel something. . .it tingles. . .its like. . .
>
>Magic. Tara softly finished the sentence for her.
>
>Yeah.
>
>Willow?
>
>Hmm?
>
>Is this, I mean. . well, is this what you wanted to talk about when, never mind. Tara
>closed her eyes and silently kicked herself.
>
>Yes. Willow breathed after what seemed like forever. When you came and saw me writing
>in my diary? Tara nodded but still didnt open her eyes. I wanted to tell you this,
>everything. . .everything I felt, I just couldnt find the words. . .I was afraid you
>didnt, I mean you wouldnt, you know. . .feel the same?
>
>I do though. It was barely an audible whisper, but Willow heard it.
>
>The inches that separated them disappeared and Willow lightly brushed her lips against
>Taras cheek, her forehead, her nose and finally settled on her lips. Each little brush,
>each little peck, grew longer and longer until finally they surrendered to instinct and
>were swept away by the current. Taras hands found their way into silky red hair and
>Willow took that as an incentive to deepen the kiss.
>
>She laid Tara on the bed carefully, caressing her face with the softest of touches, and
>her mouth with kisses that were delayed for much too long. They stayed that way for the
>rest of the day, whispering to each other, kissing, touching, learning their deepest
>secrets and fondest desires until they simply drifted off to sleep for a mid-afternoon
>nap. Wrapped up in each others arms. Safe, both knowing maybe for the first time, that
>it would all be okay.
>
>FINIS
>
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>hope you enjoyed!! *insert evil, high-pitched laugher here*
>
>~~Kimber
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>~~~~~BTVS SCENE OF THE WEEK~~~~~
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>(Willow opens the door)
>BUFFY: What's going on? (she looks at Tara ont he bed) Oh my God.
>WILLOW: (Closes the door and kneels down next to Tara) She's gonna be okay, but she's
>terrified. (places a washcloth on Tara's head)
>BUFFY: What happened?
>WILLOW: (frowns) Someone found her in the janitor's closet about an hour ago. I-I think
>she was there all night. She, she was all alone. (looks at Tara again)
>BUFFY: (looks at Tara) Tara. What did this?
>TARA: (struggles with her words) Big. . .lumpy and something, something on it's head,
>like a greek letter, only not.
>BUFFY: (grabs some paper and draws a symbol) This. Was it this?
>Tara nodds weakly.
>WILLOW: (frowns) Buffy, Jonathan said we were all safe. Jonathan said it.
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