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Title: She being brand-new
Prompt: 87 - Life
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Buffy, Tara/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Words: 376
Title from the e.e.cummings poem of (almost) the same name.
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Buffy liked guys.
She had started liking guys just as soon as they had mysteriously evolved from the loud mean annoying smelly things that took hair-pulling and mud-throwing as high entertainment into something generally a little more civilized and better smelling. She liked strong guys who would look down into your eyes and tilt your chin up to kiss you. She liked smart guys who could tell you ‘Don’t worry’ and who really listened to you when you talked. She liked puppy-dog sweet guys who lit up just because you walked into the room and grinned if you touched their hand.
So, needless to say, the Tara thing came as a bit of a shock.
It wasn’t that Willow and Tara were… loud or anything, thank goodness. But on certain sleepless nights, if someone just happened to be listening…
A subtle creak. Soft, wet sounds. A little gasp.
Buffy’s mind helpfully took those hints and filled in the rest of the picture before she could think about the right or wrong of it, and her cheeks burned and that unexpected heat rushed downdowndown and she bit her lip and stared at the ceiling and wrapped her fingers around safe fistfuls of bedspread and eventually slipped out the window to find Spike.
The problem, of course, was that after that first time it was kind of hard not to listen.
She told herself that it was their life that she was envious of. It had to be nice, having someone who already knew all of the Big Secrets and who understood why you had the Night of Saint Vigeous marked in your day-planner; someone who you could come home to and curl up with and maybe have a bit of hot… coffee with, despite a complete lack of a social life.
It was a reasonable assumption. She missed that kind of life.
But every so often Buffy would find herself watching Tara, her gaze lingering on something silly and totally not ogle-worthy like the outline of Tara’s bra under a thin tee-shirt, and her mind would fill up with (A subtle creak. Soft, wet sounds. A little gasp.) the weirdest thoughts, and she would have to admit that maybe it wasn’t just about their life after all.
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Prompt: 87 - Life
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Buffy, Tara/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Words: 376
Title from the e.e.cummings poem of (almost) the same name.
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Buffy liked guys.
She had started liking guys just as soon as they had mysteriously evolved from the loud mean annoying smelly things that took hair-pulling and mud-throwing as high entertainment into something generally a little more civilized and better smelling. She liked strong guys who would look down into your eyes and tilt your chin up to kiss you. She liked smart guys who could tell you ‘Don’t worry’ and who really listened to you when you talked. She liked puppy-dog sweet guys who lit up just because you walked into the room and grinned if you touched their hand.
So, needless to say, the Tara thing came as a bit of a shock.
It wasn’t that Willow and Tara were… loud or anything, thank goodness. But on certain sleepless nights, if someone just happened to be listening…
A subtle creak. Soft, wet sounds. A little gasp.
Buffy’s mind helpfully took those hints and filled in the rest of the picture before she could think about the right or wrong of it, and her cheeks burned and that unexpected heat rushed downdowndown and she bit her lip and stared at the ceiling and wrapped her fingers around safe fistfuls of bedspread and eventually slipped out the window to find Spike.
The problem, of course, was that after that first time it was kind of hard not to listen.
She told herself that it was their life that she was envious of. It had to be nice, having someone who already knew all of the Big Secrets and who understood why you had the Night of Saint Vigeous marked in your day-planner; someone who you could come home to and curl up with and maybe have a bit of hot… coffee with, despite a complete lack of a social life.
It was a reasonable assumption. She missed that kind of life.
But every so often Buffy would find herself watching Tara, her gaze lingering on something silly and totally not ogle-worthy like the outline of Tara’s bra under a thin tee-shirt, and her mind would fill up with (A subtle creak. Soft, wet sounds. A little gasp.) the weirdest thoughts, and she would have to admit that maybe it wasn’t just about their life after all.
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