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Club Crimson

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy created the Buffy universe, not I. The story idea and all the other stuff I did make up though.
WARNING: S&M-Gore, rough sex. Be prepared.

The next morning Willow woke with a terrible ache in her head. The pain didn't make sense to all the wonderful dreams that rolled though her head that night. Did Club Crimson really happen? Willow tried to sit up then flopped back to her pillow, yes it really did happen.

Willow rolled over and looked at her side table, there surprisingly was the crumpled piece of paper that was so gracefully placed in her hands that following night. She must of looked like such a fool last night. Actually the only thing she remembered was the fact that she had touched the girl. Tara, that was her name. Wow, what a time that was. Making a mental note to thank Buffy later, Willow picked up the number and moved her hand down into her pants that she still had on.

Pulling out her cell phone the red head did her best to read the numbers, punching them in accordingly. When the phone began to ring Willow placed the speaker to her ear straining to hear the wondrous voice.

That was not the voice Willow was met with.

"Hello?" A very old woman's voice chimed.

"Uh is Tara there?" Willow asked like a high school girlfriend.

"Who dear? Speak up!"

Taken back a little Willow tried again. "I'm looking for Tara."

"I'm sorry I think you may have the wrong number." The phone was hung up on that.

Willow stared at the phone utterly thrown back. She had given her the wrong number. She really didn't want to see her again it all was just some sick game. Feeling defeated Willow set the phone down on the paper and leaned back on her pillow.

Sitting back on her bed Willow scratched her head and looked over at the two items again. Deciding that she would try again she got a brilliant idea. Scrolling down her phone she compared the two numbers. Ah ha! She had misplaced a zero for an eight, how could she be so stupid!

Carefully and accurately this time the numbers were loaded in and the phone dialing the request. Willow suddenly became very nervous and excited. What was she going to say?

"Hello." The voice matched the red head's every dream.

"Tara," Willow almost whispered.

"Willow," Tara responded warmly.

"I um just thought I'd call and say 'hi'." Willow laid out nervously. She hadn't really thought out the conversation before she picked up the phone. All she knew was that she wanted to know that it wasn't just a dream, that she really had met the most beautiful woman alive.

"Well hello." The blonde laughed.

Willow felt tiny shivers run up and down her spine and smiled to herself. She then composed her body and made on with the conversation. "So I had a good time last night, I think."

Both girls laughed and Tara was the first to respond. "Well we almost had a better time, hopefully you remember that."

The conversation became very serious. "I will never forget that for the rest of my life." Willow quickly reassured.

"Let us hope we'll make more memories." Tara's voice dropped with each word.

Willow's breath quickened and she grasped the phone pressing to her ear harder. "Can I see you again?"

"When would you like to see me again? Right now? Next week? Next month?" Tara whispered.

"As soon as possible." Willow blurted out.

"Not bad for not being gay." Tara teased.

Willow felt her face flush and replied, "Remember I was a little drunk thanks to the drinks you gave me."

"Oh, a bit of spunk I like that." Tara teased.

"So when is good for you?" Willow asked becoming a bit more bold.

"Well sadly I'm booked for the week until Saturday night. But if you want to stop by the club that night my bouncers will let you in no problem."

"Okay, so they won't check their clip board and see that I'm not on it right?" Willow asked still shaken up by her previous mistake with the number situation.

"Never." Tara affirmed.

"Cool, so I'll se you on Saturday then?" Willow asked excitedly.

"See you then pet." The click to the end of conversation and Willow was already up and running to the bathroom flipping on the shower. She suddenly felt a whole lot better.

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