Ramblings of an Old Kweer

 

 

The ninth, and penultimate story in this series about Dawn & Lisa is almost a mirror of the previous. This time we get a look at the close relationship between Lisa and her Father who, in my head canon, are almost more friends than father and daughter; becoming so when her mother died very early in Lisa's life.

 

TITLE: Blood Ties

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (femalehusband!verse)

PAIRING: Dawn/Lisa

PROMPT: femslash100 #479: letter

RATING: PG

WORD COUNT: 200

A/N: Trillium is at the centre of a triangle of Hellmouth's, situated in Cleveland; Syracuse and Washington DC; known as the Tri-mouth, it has become the main base for the Slayer's. Another base has been established near London, under the command of Kennedy; others will, in time, follow.

 

 

Lisa had always kept a diary; written letters to her mom, often shared with her dad.

She also wrote lyrics; especially as her love of the more theatrical musical genres came to appeal more and more, delighting her when she was able to tease Dawn about her boyband fixations.

She won an essay contest with an essay about Oscar Wilde: Byron and Edgar Allen Poe, which won a hurried meeting between her teachers and father, before they, chastened, by his forceful support of her, allowed to enter it into the statewide contest.

He recognised it helped her deal with the loss of a mother she had never known; being too young to have any memories of her. He also saw her develop into a more intellectually confident version of her mother; indeed he found it fascinating and tearfully beautiful to see the woman he'd loved being reborn before his eyes.

So, as he listened between the pauses in their telephone conversations, he determined not to lose the woman his daughter had a chance of becoming; so full of potential, to the narrow-mindedness of his wife's family.

So he began to write her a letter, from her mother.

And himself.

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

 

 

As some have remarked I am poor at writing stories in chronological order; moreover, I would add, that I do not write stories, as such, but moments that try and build a picture from which a story can be imagined. Dawn and Lisa (her friend in the school scenes in “The Body”) have been a couple for quite some time; high school sweethearts they could be called, but now they both have to decide whether they can, together, take the major step beyond romance, into a more adult love.

 

TITLE: Empty Places

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (femalehusband!verse)

PAIRING: Dawn/Lisa

PROMPT: #477: autumn

RATING: PG-13

WORD COUNT: 200

A/N: Trillium is at the centre of a triangle of Hellmouth's, situated in Cleveland; Syracuse and Washington DC; known as the Tri-mouth, it has become the main base for the Slayer's. Another base has been established near London, under the command of Kennedy; others will, in time, follow.

 

 

Fall was a nightmare; Dawn unable to talk to anyone about why she was so short-tempered, and Lisa surrounded by a whole family trying to 'save' her, though she managed to find time, running, to cry over what might be a long wait to sin as she wished to; with whom she wished to.

Fortunately, as least as far as each could tell, no-one overheard them going over, word for word; self-recriminations innumerable, the row they had parted on.

Both had to find out of the way spots to release the tensions they had built up over time, by deciding to wait until college; cursing both the destruction of Sunnydale that had extended that wait almost beyond endurance.

Both ate their meals alone with their thoughts; only pretending to take part in the rituals of communal meals; easier for Dawn to actuate; easier for Lisa to deal with.

Dawn barely knew Kennedy, and Tara seemed to have changed drastically since Sunnydale; only capable of dark moods and solitude. Lisa had her father to talk to, though she couldn't tell him most of what she wanted to; knowing she'd be overheard.

They had a date, and a place.

That was all.

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

 

We are approximately three years past where the TV series ended. In this 'verse the destruction of Sunnydale occurred about a year later and now, two years later, the bulk of the Slayer Army created during those events is based in Pennsylvania, in the town of Trillium.

 

TITLE: Becoming Pts I & II

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (femalehusband!verse)

PAIRING: Dawn/Lisa

PROMPT: femslash100 #475: code

RATING: PG

WORD COUNT: 200

A/N: Trillium is at the centre of a triangle of Hellmouth's, situated in Cleveland; Syracuse and Washington DC; known as the Tri-mouth, it has become the main base for the Slayer's. Another base has been established near London, under the command of Kennedy; others will, in time, follow.

 

 

Institute meant Slayer Central; nobody in town was fooled, but Trillium had never been safer, so The Institute it was.

The nightlife had never been better either, with the males in town satisfyingly better behaved; especially the single guys who were married.

The residents also brought something into Trillium that it had lacked before; a cultural richness that wasn't from books and films; practical, not intellectual.

Dawn showed Lisa the best places in town; which included the library, which had seen its book collection rise stratospherically in quality since their arrival.

Lisa had never expected to feel so at home. 100

 

They talked; able to without worry of being understood by bystanders, about what they felt and needed and wanted, as they walked through shops, before ending at the library's new eaterie.

Neither mentioned missing parents; nor Sunnydale by name, though when they sat down that was all they discussed; almost all.

They were silent for a moment, each having a hand atop one anothers, when a woman; reminding Dawn a little of her mom, rose from the table behind them.

In heavily accented; coded English, she told them she might have a solution for them; apologised for overhearing them too. 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

     Set approximately three years after the date of the series canon finale, this is the third of ten stories based around the pairing of Dawn Summers and her friend from Season Five episode, “The Body.” Most of this series is set in the town, Trillium; PA, being used as the home base of the Slayers; another base existing in the UK.

TITLE: Passion

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (femalehusband!verse)

PAIRING: Dawn/Lisa

PROMPT: femslash100 #473: apple

RATING: PG-13

WORD COUNT: 100

A/N: Trillium is at the centre of a triangle of Hellmouth's, situated in Cleveland; Syracuse and Washington DC; known as the Tri-mouth, it has become the main base for the Slayer's. Another base has been established near London, under the command of Kennedy; others will, in time, follow.

 

 

Dawn, sweaty and still gasping for breath, started to pull clear of her dozing lover; intending to take a shower.

Lisa didn't seem to move at all, but the arm across Dawn's belly was suddenly holding her firmer, and there was a feint, “No, stay,”

Dawn sighed, and relented; not too reluctantly. Lisa nuzzled at her armpit, and sniffed ostentatiously; she loved the way Dawn smelt after sex.

A lot it seemed.

“I have tasted of the Tree of Knowledge.”

Dawn grinned at the muffled biblical quotation, replying with, “and I wish to Know you as much as I can.”

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

This is the first of a series of ten; set in my femalehusband!verse in an au version of jetwolf 's S8 BtVS continuation http://btvschosen.com/ 

Also introducing a sig-line banner made for me by clarahow @ femslashagenda . 

 

 

TITLE: Welcome to the Trimouth

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (femalehusband!verse)

PAIRING: Dawn/Lisa

PROMPT: femslash100 #471: sticky

RATING: PG

WORD COUNT: 200

A/N: Trillium is at the centre of a triangle of Hellmouth's, situated in Cleveland; Syracuse and Washington DC; known as the Tri-mouth, it has become the main base for the Slayer's. Another base has been established near London, under the command of Kennedy; others will, in time, follow.

 

 

Dawn bit into her baklava; watching hopefully for Lisa's arrival.

Lisa had stayed in California with her father after Sunnydale's destruction; moving in with relatives in Cleveland for the same reasons Dawn lived with Buffy.

They had different majors; sharing some classes, but the longer travelling time had made this first year at college hard.

It had been a lonely week wondering if she would come this weekend.

They'd fought that last time at college.

She'd always looked forward to remainders week at Trillium's Public Library, and this was the first that conflated with free time for them both.

She knew Lisa would love the old shops in the district in which it sat.

If she... the barista passed her to open the door for Lisa as she walked in; arms full of bags.

She was wearing her mother's necklace.

Dawn, still full of doubt, pain, and insecurity because of her strange existence had.. said...

Lisa had lost her mother too; far too young to have any memories of hers as Dawn was blessed with.

Dropping her bags Lisa rushed to kiss Dawn, ignoring her stickiness; placed fingers over Dawn's lips as she made to speak, then kissed her again.

 

 

Goddess watch over us all, 

 

Kerk TehKek

 

 

 

TITLE: Fingering the Suspect

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Caitlin Todd, Abby Sciuto, Cait/Abby;

GENRE: femslash

RATING: R, 

WORD COUNT: 250 

CHALLENGE: started for ncis_drabble #459: nose; completed and posted now since it works for #460: hands as well.

SUMMARY: Cait and Abby got a little friendly; too friendly?

 

 

Caitlin didn't bother reporting to her desk when she got in; heading straight down to the lab for words with Abby.

After last night words needed to be had.

No regrets, but she'd forgotten how much she needed some sex in her life.

Both had been less than sober, but Abby's scent had been too intoxicating.

For either of them.

She wasn't the first woman Kate had slept with, but Abby was too young; too free and too important a part of the team for sex to interfere in their work.

All she told herself as she watched Abby from the doorway, stunned.

If Abby knew she was there, she didn't let on.

She seemed too engrossed in whatever totally inappropriate material was on the screen.

The scent coming from Abby now was lube as she worked a vibrator in her ass; fingers of the other hand in her pussy.

Almost before she realised what she was doing; certainly without hope of stopping herself, Kate had her pants open; underwear pulled aside.

Her own fingers working assiduously in unity as she kept her gaze tunnel-visioned on Abby's; Kate reached her orgasm bare moments after Abby reached hers.

As her vision cleared, she saw Abby watching her with a smile as she redressed herself.

It was perfectly clear that Abby needed to have no words with her.

“Back to work, “ she said unrepentantly, as Kate hurriedly fixed her own clothing and wandered, a little dazed, back upstairs.

 

 

May the Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

  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: 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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  Goddess watch over us all, 
  
  Kerk TehKek