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  This was my first seriously written fanfic for something like 15 - 20 years; that was worth anything.  There was an extremely long story that was clearly going nowhere; especially with the tendency of most people not to offer feedback (guilty of that myself a lot these days; mostly because I rarely read fanfics these days); as well as another fic that really needs to be radically re-written, and is quite obviously full of the rage I was feeling at Tara's death at the time. 
  This was also written back in the days when I still believed that WillTara was the only pairing for either character; before I started seeing beyond the romantic film that filled my vision at the time. 
  I still love it though; it was the first story I ever wrote that somebody messaged me and asked if they could archive it. Don't think people do that these days, sadly. I can tell you that after that I walked around for days with an expression not unlike I imagine Willow wearing the morning after 'Hush'. 

  TITLE: The Dance of the Happy Little Toaster
  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 
  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S4)
  CHARACTERS: Willow Rosenberg; Tara Maclay;
  'SHIP: WillTara;
  LENGTH: 2000,
  RATING: 15 (for sexual references & language)
  SUMMARY: It's the morning after 'New Moon Rising' (BtVS S04 E19); Willow wakes up in the arms of Tara.
  A/N: 1) I have decided to rate these, at least on my own journal, using the UK film ratings system as this seems much more sensible to me than the experientially homophobic and misogynistic MPAA ratings – others may disagree, and I shall adapt them where they are cross-posted to fic journals with different systems. Naturally there will be border disputes for which I shall defer to the lj's concerned; unless I feel the rating there unjustified.
          2)There are references to a song by The Beatles; the 'Puppy' episode of Ellen DeGeneres' eponymously titles sitcom; a movie that, at the time I wrote this, I had not scene that was referenced in the S3 episode, 'Something Blue', and gave me the title, and finally the last line is shamelessly stolen from what I recall as the very first Lesbian movie I ever saw (not sure of the factual nature of that), but the line has definitely stuck with ever since, called 'Lianna'.
          (nb.) shortly after I first posted this story, I think, on the now defunct (with much regret on my part for the loss of so much fan history; poetry; fics and comments) willtara yahoo group, which led to it being included on the largely moribund sites at http://mysticmuse.net/authors/rayharley/danceofthehappylittletoaster.htm & http://nha.magical-worlds.us/viewstory.php?sid=3435 – it's also posted at http://www.ralst.com/DanceHappyLittleToaster.HTM (if you have seen it elsewhere, please let me know and I will be delighted to include the links), I actually got to see 'The Brave Little Toaster' at a Dundee cinema, and rather enjoyed it.
         So thank you very much to whoever got that line into the script for 'Something Blue'.
         Also there was a reading on a web/radio/podcast site that, as I recall, was principally devoted to what they called 'wiffy'; then the name for Willow/Buffy shippers; though I never got the chance to hear it, and can no longer find anyone involved with the site who may have access to a recording I can download or listen to. If you have any information that could help I should be most appreciative.



   Willow stirred from her slumber just as false dawn was creeping into the room. She opened her eyes carefully, not totally aware of where she was... until her nudity hit her.


   She was naked! In Tara's bed!


   The sudden enormity of her situation made her giggle, albeit quietly.

 
 “Wow!”


   She gasped, hushing herself instantly.

   And it had been wow!

   They'd been intimate before; they'd been (half) naked before, but it had been nothing more than high-class, chocolate-frosted, necking.

   Last night had been an entirely different matter.

   Low-class, chocolate honey-filled, high-caffeine... lust-lovin'.


   Wow!


   She glanced at the sleeping face of her lover...

   Her lover. Tara was her lover.

   Trying not to laugh out loud Willow wondered if she was now an official lesbian, if Tara would get an official Ellen, 'I turned a straight girl' toaster.

   She giggled once more, then smirked as she noticed the tiniest hint of drool on Tara's cheek. If she hadn't been so frightened of waking her up she would have kissed it away.


   Wow.

 
   Then, stroking hair away from Tara's face, she dared to kiss her anyway.

   Ever so slightly; ever so carefully; ever so daintily, on the forehead.

   Closing her eyes she breathed in the still sweaty scent of her lover.


   Her lover. Tara was her lover.


   Wow.


   It was an established fact now. No going back.


   She snorted as she fought back a laugh. Hell, she wanted to shout. To cry out. She was too happy. She contented herself with another gentle kiss, this time on her lover's cheek, then held her breath as Tara stirred slightly.


   For several minutes then, she took in the sight of Tara breathing... in, out, deep in sleep. O goddess, but she was beautiful.


   Her lover. Tara was her lover.


   “She loves you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”


   She was drunk. She wanted to tell the world. She felt like dancing, and singing. Instead she had to content herself with continuing to watch Tara sleeping. For over half an hour she simply watched Tara breathing, occasionally gifting herself the slightest, most delicate of kisses. On the cheek; on the forehead once, daringly, on the lips. She even stroked Tara's shoulder at one point.


   Finally she felt compelled to action. She could no longer keep her hands off her lover.

   Her lover, she repeated yet again.


   “Tara Maclay is my lover,” she whispered, breaking into a grin wider than the Grand Canyon.

   Was it possible to be too happy?


   Nuh-uh!


   Feeling compelled to laugh... to cry... to shout... to sing, Willow couldn't even begin to decide which impulse was the strongest. And she knew she couldn't bear to disturb the peaceful rest Tara was enjoying.

   She wondered if Tara was dreaming about her.


   Finally Willow carefully disengaged herself from the bedclothes; clambering, reluctantly, free of Tara's arm. Picking up a discarded; oversized t-shirt she grasped her overnight bathroon bag and, with one last look at Tara's peaceful features, she opened the door and slowly meandered down the hall to the showers.

 
    There, despite the early hour, she showered.

   Slowly, langorously, she ran her fingers over her body; touched her lips, brushed her nipples and stroked her belly, teased herself; hissing at just how ready she was, between her legs... everywhere, in fact, Tara had touched her the night before.


   Not bothering with a towel she stepped dripping from the shower and went to stand in front of one of the long mirrors. She placed a finger on her tongue and tasted it, just to see if it felt any different. She finally let out the long-suppressed laughter.


   It tasted like it had recently been in a shower.

   She was almost disappointed.


   For several minutes Willow stared at the face she saw in the mirror, studying the inanely stupid grin on the face of a woman she hardly recognised.


   Yet seemed to know for the first time.


   She seemed to be glowing. Was she glowing? Willow laughed again. Of course she was glowing! She was fresh from the shower.

   Fresh from her lover. Her lover Tara Maclay.


   She repeated it out loud and laughing, brushed wet hair from her face.

   Then she stared defiantly at the face in the mirror and declared...



   “Willow Rosenberg eats pussy!”

 


  Goddess watch over us all, 

  

  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

kerkevik_2014: (I Am Yours)

  Still can't get the formatting to work on DW, so that will have to wait to be edited in when I get a new laptop (whenever *sighs* that is) but in the meantime this is the original version, with two corrections I didn't have the confidence to make at the time. 
  It was written sometime in the autumn of 2002, probably two, or three, months after "Seeing Red" aired in the UK. There are links to the various places it has been seen on the web before. 
  (It is also to be noted that a btvs, which I believe was willow/buffy; or wuffy (wiffy?) slanted, online fan radio show did a podcast reading of this fic which I never did get to hear. If anyone has a recording of that please, please let me have a copy!) 
  It was not the first story I completed after "Seeing Red" aired, but it was the first I feel happy with now. I'll go into why at another time, when I have re-written that other story; which will then be posted with the original fic for comparison, though that leaves a nasty taste in my mouth now. 
  To me now, though I am still pleased with it, this seems a little naive with none of the writing ability I think I had shown many years before when I had written not just Blake's 7 fanfic, but original stories set in a world from which I took my online name. 
  I really want to beta this, if that is a proper term for doing that myself. Whatever I shall do so as I cannot but see changes I would make now, that I was in too much of a rush to see back then. I cannot now be certain how much time had passed between the shock of "Seeing Red" kick-started me into writing again, and when I had last written anything meaningful, but it was almost certainly longer in passage than that which has occurred between first posting this on the now sadly-deceased willtara yahoo mailing list and when I started posting new fics on livejournal. 
  Not that I didn't write anything in that time; just that it offered no joy and has thus been forgotten. 

  As stated the lack of my usual titling style will be corrected as soon as a better computer can be purchased. These are also different here than in any of the original posting sites. 

   TITLE: The Dance of the Happy Little Toaster 
   AUTHOR: [personal profile] kerkevik_2014 
   RATING: PG-15 (for some adult themes) 
   FANDOM: BtVS S4; post-Hush. 
   CHARACTERS/SHIP: Willow Rosenberg; Tara Maclay; Willow/Tara (willtara); 
   A/N: There are several references herein, to a Beatles song; to the concluding scene of Ellen DeGeneres' coming out, or 'Puppy' episode; to, via the title, to a movie that I had not, at that time seen; referenced by Xander in "Something Blue" (worth mentioning that over the holidays ~ either christmas, or easter, following first 'publication' I actually got to see that film), and the last line is unashamedly stolen from the very first Lesbian film I ever saw Lianna. 
   I recently posted a prequel to this http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/52259.html to fill a prompt at femslash100. 

 
     Willow stirred from her slumber just as false dawn was creeping into the room. She opened her eyes carefully, not quite fully aware of where she was until her nudity hit her.

   She was naked! In Tara's bed!

   The sudden enormity of her situation made her giggle, albeit quietly. 

   "Wow!" She gasped, hushing herself instantly. 

   And it had been wow! 

   They'd been intimate before, they'd been (half) naked before, but it had been nothing more than high-class, chocolate-frosted, necking. 

   Last night had been an entirely different matter. 

   Low-class, chocolate honey-filled, high-caffeine... lust-lovin'. 

   Wow! 

   She glanced over at the sleeping face of her lover... 

   Her lover. Tara was her lover. 

   Trying not to laugh out loud Willow wondered if she was now an official lesbian, if Tara would now get an official Ellen, 'I've turned a straight girl' toaster. She giggled once more. Then she smirked as she noticed the tiniest hint of drool on Tara's cheek. If she wasn't frightened of waking her up, Willow would have kissed it away. 

   Wow. 

   Then she stroked some hair away from Tara's face and dared to kiss her anyway. Ever so slightly, ever so carefully, ever so daintily, on the forehead. She closed her eyes and breathed in the still sweaty scent of her lover. 

   Her lover. Tara was her lover. 

   Wow. 

   It was a fact now. No going back. 

   She snorted as she fought back a laugh. Hell, she wanted to shout. To cry out. She was too happy. She contented herself with another gentle kiss, this time, on her lover's cheek. 

   She held her breath as Tara stirred slightly. 

   For several minutes then, she took in the sight of Tara breathing, in, out, deep in sleep. Oh god, but she was beautiful. 

   Her lover. Tara was her lover. 

   She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah... 

   She was drunk. She wanted to tell the world. She felt like dancing, and singing. 

   Instead she contented herself with continuing to watch Tara sleeping. For over half an hour she simply watched her breathng, occasionally gifting herself the slightest of kisses. On the cheek, on the forehead, once, daringly, on the lips. 

   She even stroked Tara's shoulder at one point. 

   Finally she felt forced to action. She could no longer keep her hands off her lover. 

   Her lover, she repeated yet again. 

   "Tara Maclay is my lover," she whispered, breaking into a grin wider than the Grand Canyon. 

   Was it possible to be too happy? 

   Nuh-uh! 

   She felt compelled to laugh, to cry, to shout, to scream. She couldn't even begin to decide which. And she knew she couldn't bear to disturb the peaceful sleep Tara was enjoying. 

   She wondered if Tara was dreaming about her. 

   Carefully Willow disengaged herself from the bedclothes, and clambered reluctantly free of Tara. She picked up a discarded t-shirt and grasped her overnight bathroom bag. One last look at Tara's peaceful features and she opened the door and slowly wandered down the hall to the showers. 

   There, despite the early hour, she showered. Slowly, langorously, she ran her fingers over her body, touched her lips, brushed her nipples, stroked her belly, teased herself (hissing at just how ready she was) between the legs... 

   Everywhere Tara had touched her the night before. 

   She stepped dripping from the shower and went to stand in front of the mirror. She placed a finger on her tongue, tasting it. Just to se if it felt any different. She finally let out the long-suppressed laughter. 

   It tasted like it had recently showered. 

   She was almost disappointed. 

   She stared at the face she she saw in the mirror for several minutes, studying the inanely stupid grinning face of a woman she could hardly recognise. 

   Yet seemed to know for the first time. 

   She seemed to be glowing. Was she glowing? She laughed again. Of course she was glowing! She was fresh from the shower. 

   Fresh from her lover. Her lover Tara Maclay. 

   She repeated it out loud and laughed as she wiped wet hair from her face. 

   The she stared defiantly at the face in the mirror and declared... 

   "Willow Rosenberg eats pussy!" 

    FINIS 

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http://kerkevik.livejournal.com/1791.html 
http://mysticmuse.net/authors/rayharley/danceofthehappylittletoaster.htm 

http://nha.magical-worlds.us/viewstory.php?sid=3435 

http://www.ralst.com/DanceHappyLittleToaster.HTM 

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hush_(Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer) 
http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season4.php#ep066 
4x1066Hush
Production Code: 4ABB10
Written By:
    Joss Whedon
Directed By:
    Joss Whedon
USA, The WB
Tue, 14 Dec 1999
Trailer   (5.46MB)
Summary
Transcript
Shooting Script
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seeing_Red_(Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer) 
http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season6.php#ep119 
6x19119Seeing Red
Production Code: 6ABB19
Written By:
    Steven DeKnight
Directed By:
    Michael Gershman
USA, UPN
Tue, 07 May 2002
Trailer   (3.80MB)
Summary
Transcript
Shooting Script
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lianna 
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085838/fullcredits/ 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHw7L6Hn4jk (still on You Tube with Spanish subs) 

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  1. Lianna
    1983 film
  2. Linda Griffiths plays Lianna, the naive young wife of a professor bored with her life and angered at her husband's blatant sexual indiscretions. She has an affair with another woman, Ruth (Jane Hallaren), and when her affair becomes common knowledge, she finds herself shunned by both her friends and… More
  3.  
  4. Initial releaseJanuary 18, 1983 (USA)
  5. Running time1h 55m
  6. Budget300,000 USD
  7.  
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  Goddess watch over us all, 
  
  Kerk TehKek 

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