Old Marrieds

[DaddyCatALSO]

Title; Old Marrieds

Setting;spring of 2013, my "Children of the Dale" alternate universe

Rating; Chapters 1 & 2, PG, Chapter 3-A, R, Chapter 3-B, NC-17

Disclaimer;All non-original characters and the Sunnydale setting are property of Mutant Enemy Productions

Comments;Yes, please

Synopsis;Willow and Tara, parents with good solid careers, totally accustomed to each other after years together, get what many such couples have trouble finding, a little just-the-two-of-us time.

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Tara Maclay-Rosenberg was keyed up but not alert, shaky, but sleepier than she wanted to be; sometimes caffeine can do that. Normally a Mountain Dew with dinner and a cup of guarana tea after would be something she’d never do, but she absolutely had to stretch out her energy this evening.

Both daughters were in safely in bed now and Tara had grabbed a quick but very thorough shower, no warmer than it had to be, poured herself into her most comfortable sweat suit, and collapsed in front of the TV, mumbling.

“At last, some slack time, and I’ve got enough of a caf jag going that I probably won’t fall asleep before Willow gets back. And some of my colleagues say a floating theater arts teacher doesn’t work as hard as ‘academic’ teachers during final exams. Hah!”

“Three nights in a row I’ve been zonked before she’s even gotten home, and the rest of the past two weeks weren’t a whole lot better. Seems these days we only see each other in our sleep.”

Tara stopped channel-surfing for a full minute while she laughed at her own remark. Clalming down she said to herself, “That wasn’t funny. That wasn’t anything. I’m hallucinating from fatigue and loneliness, mixed with a touch of frustration-of-that-sot . But hey, I know as well as she does that the expansion is needed for the health of the business and to keep up with the Herlihys and the Harrises. We’re a family, so we all have to be somewhere near the same income, for the children’s sake. Shut up, Maclay.”

The lovely ash-blonde took a deep breath and calmed herself. She knew things would settle down again; like any small business, Willow’s consulting firm, Rougemont Inc. needed an occasional shake-up. And the whole gang were well on their way to becoming quietly, comfortably, semi-rich. Xander Harris’s general contracting business was a steady money-maker, while wife Anya was looking to open a fourth Magic Box location. Buffy’s publishers seemed mainly concerned with how much the sales of each novel would exceed the previous one, while Angel’s steady work as an addiction counselor kept them in benefits. Cordelia Bergerac had landed a fast-rising second husband, but to protect her options she and best friend Harmony Levinsohn had their Internet and radio beauty business going quite nicely. It was only part-time for either of them, but Harmony’s share well exceeded husband Jonathan’s academic salary.

“And meanwhile, we’re all doing okay as parents too; of course, Harmony’s hit the jackpot there. Apollo’s tears, first she loses Elisa after that terrible third pregnancy, then suddenly along with the boys she gets Kharissa added in.”

“I want to say, “‘Poor Faith” ’ but she died doing what she loved, : fighting the bad guys. We should all be so lucky to be where we feel loved when we die; I had it once, hope I have it again.

She thought about Jenny, Anya, Fred, how horrifying and crazy it had to have been for them. “Well, none of us ever want to talk about it, but it’s especially understandable for them. Then again, who’d really want to hear it?”

Tara’s channel-surfing reached NBC Universal Classic Television. and she was brought up short by the Festival Song in Frankenstein meets the Wolf Man on Double Chiller Theatre. The bass vocalist was just starting the first verse:
“Come one and all and sing a song,
“Fa-ro-la-fa-ro-li,
“For life is short but death is long,
“Fa-ro-la-fa-ro-li!”

“Well, just over three earth years isn’t all that long, given a certain redhead who always has to see how far she can go, along with some ancient gods who knew I had some unfinished business. And tough as life can be, I’m glad about it.”

“And I think that same hard-working redhead is pulling into the driveway right now. Hope she needs more than just a hot soak and some shut-eye, because I’m in the mood to pay attention to somebody tonight.”







Tara Maclay-Rosenberg was keyed up but not alert, shaky, but sleepier than she wanted to be; sometimes caffeine can do that. Normally a Mountain Dew with dinner and a cup of guarana tea after would be something she’d never do, but she absolutely had to stretch out her energy this evening.

Both daughters were in safely in bed now and Tara had grabbed a quick but very thorough shower, no warmer than it had to be, poured herself into her most comfortable sweat suit, and collapsed in front of the TV, mumbling.

“At last, some slack time, and I’ve got enough of a caf jag going that I probably won’t fall asleep before Willow gets back. And some of my colleagues say a floating theater arts teacher doesn’t work as hard as ‘academic’ teachers during final exams. Hah!”

“Three nights in a row I’ve been zonked before she’s even gotten home, and the rest of the past two weeks weren’t a whole lot better. Seems these days we only see each other in our sleep.”

Tara stopped channel-surfing for a full minute while she laughed at her own remark. Clalming down she said to herself, “That wasn’t funny. That wasn’t anything. I’m hallucinating from fatigue and loneliness, mixed with a touch of frustration-of-that-sort . But hey, I know as well as she does that the expansion is needed for the health of the business and to keep up with the Herlihys and the Harrises. We’re a family, so we all have to be somewhere near the same income, for the children’s sake. Shut up, Maclay.”

The lovely ash-blonde took a deep breath and calmed herself. She knew things would settle down again; like any small business, Willow’s consulting firm, Rougemont Inc. needed an occasional shake-up. And the whole gang were well on their way to becoming quietly, comfortably, semi-rich. Xander Harris’s general contracting business was a steady money-maker, while wife Anya was looking to open a fourth Magic Box location. Buffy’s publishers seemed mainly concerned with how much the sales of each novel would exceed the previous one, while Angel’s steady work as an addiction counselor kept them in benefits. Cordelia Bergerac had landed a fast-rising second husband, but to protect her options she and best friend Harmony Levinsohn had their Internet and radio beauty business going quite nicely. It was only part-time for either of them, but Harmony’s share well exceeded husband Jonathan’s academic salary.

“And meanwhile, we’re all doing okay as parents too; of course, Harmony’s hit the jackpot there. Apollo’s tears, first she loses Elisa after that terrible third pregnancy, then suddenly along with the boys she gets Kharissa added in.”

“I want to say, “‘Poor Faith” ’ but she died doing what she loved, : fighting the bad guys. We should all be so lucky to be where we feel loved when we die; I had it once, hope I have it again.

She thought about Jenny, Anya, Fred, how horrifying and crazy it had to have been for them. “Well, none of us ever want to talk about it, but it’s especially understandable for them. Then again, who’d really want to hear it?”

Tara’s channel-surfing reached NBC Universal Classic Television. and she was brought up short by the Festival Song in Frankenstein meets the Wolf Man on Double Chiller Theatre. The bass vocalist was just starting the first verse:
“Come one and all and sing a song,
“Fa-ro-la-fa-ro-li,
“For life is short but death is long,
“Fa-ro-la-fa-ro-li!”

“Well, just over three earth years isn’t all that long, given a certain redhead who always has to see how far she can go, along with some ancient gods who knew I had some unfinished business. And tough as life can be, I’m glad about it.”

“And I think that same hard-working redhead is pulling into the driveway right now. Hope she needs more than just a hot soak and some shut-eye, because I’m in the mood to pay attention to somebody tonight.”

[Willowtree252]

I am so loving the start of this in our every day lives we forget to really live and what matters most mmmm loving!!!!!!

[DaddyCatALSO]

Sorry about the double chapter 1 there, gang, my time was limited so I was "Russian." Over 300 views!

Chapter 2;
Title; Old Marrieds

Setting;spring of 2013, my "Children of the Dale" alternate universe

Rating; Chapters 1 & 2, PG, Chapter 3-A, R, Chapter 3-B, NC-17

Disclaimer;All non-original characters and the Sunnydale setting are property of Mutant Enemy Productions

Comments;Yes, please

Synopsis;Willow and Tara, parents with good solid careers, totally accustomed to each other after years together, get what many such couples have trouble finding, a little just-the-two-of-us time.
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“Look at it this way, Rosenberg,” Willow said to herself as she climbed into her car in the parking lot outside Rougemont Inc., “we only have to revamp things top-to-toe every couple years. Oh yeah, it’s much easier seen that way.”

Shaking her head, she started the car, thinking, “I shouldn’t be like this, it’s our bread and butter, and any truly rewarding job has its tough side to master, she says.

“Well, I knew what running a small business would involve. I have to do management, ; I have to do programming and design, and at times Madame President has to slide on her back under the furniture and twist wires into place herself. And taken together it’s exhausting. But this go-round is over.

“What I’ll really need tonight is a nice long soak, but I’d probably fall asleep in the tub. And Tara called me at lunch and said she’d be making a special effort to stay awake after grading the last of her exams.

“Wow, over twelve years together and it’s still new for us . . .…. when we get a chance to do anything, that is. How the hell are you supposed to be responsible working people, caring and involved parents, civic-minded citizens, and still be hot lovers?

It’s truly amazing we’re all doing so well. Okay, Xander and Anya had a head start on the rest but all of us are comfortable and within a few years, hey, the Herlihys, Harrises, Levinsohns, and Maclay-Rosenbergs should truly be names to conjure with in this town. Or is that Rosenberg-Maclays? Guess it depends on which daughter we’re parenting at a given moment.

“Hee! Looks like Future Doctor Dawn is going to end up the poorest of us. Stop it, Willow! It’s wrong to strut, it’s asking for a fall, Three-fold Returns and everything. Remember, we’re a good Jewiccan family.

“Our friends think we’re joking when we say that, and we are, but it stands for something real, for values we want Summer and Autumn to grow up with.

“Not that our friends don’t have their own spiritual sides, I mean, even Buffy’s developed a teeny-tiny, barely there religious streak. A not-bad dimension to have in your life when you run into a monster or three every month or so.

“And it’s helped.

“No one could have been better for me than Tara. Someone so spiritual, once I opened my eyes and ears and really took in what she was trying to show me, then I finally learned there are rules behind the rules. And I’ve even applied it to computers and to business. Well, they do say the most successful people do it by blending two or more interests or ideas.

“Doesn’t hurt that she’s better at explaining things now than she was the first time she was alive. And the attitude, it gives me such a kick to hear the way she expresses herself these days.

“I’m so selfish, I have to admit I’ll always be an idol-worshipper at heart, but thank Diana I’ve gotten over the abusive stuff and the crazy possessiveness. Plus my idol of choice is a good one.”

Willow pulled the car up the driveway as the intelligent door opened automatically and entered the attached garage. Turning off the ignition, she just sat and let her mind drift for a while. She got out of the car, walked the couple steps to the house door, and then stopped.

“Funny, but back when I was twenty, I never realized happiness could be such a quiet thing.”

[dianaelfkin]

I am loving this story and I can not wait to see find out what happens next.
Tara and Willow were great in it and I loved the other couples that you mentioned

I have a small request, it is nothing really big and has nothing to do with this story, but I am slightly lazy and I do not fell like looking through all of the stories here to find the rest of your series which i have not read since I just recently joined this forum. So I was wondering if you could link me to them either here or you can PM me if you wish. I am sure they are just as great as this one and I would like to know how it all happened with out having to guess . I would like to thank you in advance for helping me out.

[DaddyCatALSO]

Will check for them and post the links, probably won't have time today (I can't accesss this s ite at the library, only from work during breaks) LAst Isaw they were on page 8 or 9 back in the backpages on this forum

Actually, since these are all just vignettes, no real plots, I was thinking of lcombinign them into a single story called "Snapshots" or soemthing like that.

[DaddyCatALSO]

Chapter 3, Part A

Tara heard the kitchen door open and a jolly “Hi, honey, I’m home!”

“Oh no, she’s in one of her cute moods tonight,” the blonde muttered to herself, “Well, I’ll just play it cool,” then out louder said, “In here, sweetie, classic horror movies tonight, remember?”

Willow walked into the living room, briefcase in her left hand, grinning. Holding up her right, palm outward, she said, “Don’t move, just sit there and let me drink you in,” then tucked her briefcase away in its little nook.

Tara raised her left eyebrow and replied, “Yeah, right, mega-sexy. Ponytail, sweat suit I’ve owned for five years, and my bare feet propped up on the coffee table . . . …maybe I should add pagoda earrings, cold cream on my face, and a Marlboro to complete the picture.”

Willow walked over, leaned down, and they exchanged a quick peck. “Woo, somebody’s flyin’ tonight. Think you can keep the energy up while I grab a shower?”

“Oh, I can, and I’ll even get the smelling salts ready in case you pass out in there. I’ll be listening for a thud.”

Willow headed up the stairs, chuckling. She stopped first in Autumn’s bedroom, then in Summer’s, giving each daughter a kiss good night, softly so as not to wake them. Then she went into the master bedroom, got undressed, shrugged into her robe, not bothering with slippers, and said to herself, “either this evening’s off to a great start already, or she’s totally furious with me about something. Guess I’ll find out in a few minutes.”

After finishing a quick, hot, but thorough shower, Willow toweled off, donned her robe again, and opened the bathroom door. She could see that the downstairs lights were off and so was the TV. The master bedroom door was ajar and a soft light shone from the doorway, music playing low.

As Willow entered the bedroom, she saw the lights were set at dimmest and some scented candles were burning. An aromatic liquid, compatible with but not identical to the fragrance of the candles, had been dropped on each light bulb. Tara, standing at the foot of the bed, smiled.

The two barefoot beauties walked into each other’s arms and shared a long kiss, with much taking and giving, and rubbed their noble noses together a bit.

“Tired, honey?” the blonde asked.

“Tired but wired, you know, in a fog but all tense, too.”

“I know the feeling,” then Tara stepped back and continued, “I have a prescription. First, let me get my arms and shoulders free,” and, so saying, she pulled off her top and flexed her arms a bit.

Willow’s mouth dropped open and she just looked. Even after all these years, and a pregnancy each, the sight of her lover’s breasts could still stun the redhead.

“Okay,” said Tara, “now just flop down on the bed and let me massage the kinks out of your shoulders and back,” meanwhile undoing her ponytail and shaking out her long hair.

Not having to be told twice, Willow shed her robe, pronated herself, and waited. She felt the weight of Tara compress the mattress and realized the knees brushing her thighs were bare. Even though Willow had basically expected that Tara would have dropped her sweat pants, she could not quite stifle a dreamily satisfied, “Whoa!”

Willow was also wearing her hair long those days so Tara brushed aside the orange strands and began rubbing the back of her lover’s neck. Moving down to the tops of the shoulders, Tara kneaded the knots out of the muscles and pushed the tension from the soft tissues around the joints.

The redhead drifted blissfully in a warm fog as her relaxing muscles released good body chemicals into her bloodstream. Tara’s skilled hands moved down to the blades, probing firmly but also caressing. Her attention to Willow’s back was thorough, working not only the places where the muscles joined the spine but the strong panels on the sides.

Reaching Willow’s tailbone, Tara’s ministrations suddenly became more superficial, almost gliding past the hips and butt to reach the legs. In an almost distracted tone, she began singing under her breath, "Willow D., Willow D., Girl with copper hair, Sunshine came along with you, And flowers in the air." Willow giggled, just abit.

Tara massaged Willow’s thighs vigorously. As the powerful muscles of her upper legs relaxed, the redhead’s whole body twitched, as one knot after another yielded. Then she settled again as the ash-blonde stood up and moved her hands down to the calves and ankles.

Willow’s mind was a pleasant blank as Tara rubbed her feet. Not concentrating on words, she barely heard, “Missed a spot,” and didn’t think about it. When Tara began work on Willow’s pelvic muscles and firm glutes, it just seemed like more of the same.

[DaddyCatALSO]

Title; Old Marrieds
Chapter3, Part B
Setting;spring of 2013, my "Children of the Dale" alternate universe

Rating; Chapters 1 & 2, PG, Chapter 3-A, R, Chapter 3-B, NC-17

Disclaimer;All non-original characters and the Sunnydale setting are property of Mutant Enemy Productions

Comments;Yes, please

Synopsis;Willow and Tara, parents with good solid careers, totally accustomed to each other after years together, get what many such couples have trouble finding, a little just-the-two-of-us time.
Note; The "patellar sex" Willow performs on Tara was, well, let's just say I put a couple different ideas together and came up with it. ___________________________________________________--

Using the palms of her hands, Tara spread the cheeks of Willow’s buttocks and ran the flat of her tongue up the full length of the soft vale between. Willow’s mind suddenly snapped back into a state of total clarity; of course she’d been at least half-expecting something exactly like this but all at once it was a bit of a shock. As Tara did it again, again, four times in all, Willow nestled her face into the bedspread and muttered “Oh, yeah!”

Tara began kissing the sensitive ridge where across became down, one moment pressing her lips firmly in one spot, the next running them lightly to and fro. Meanwhile, her right hand stole around to the front.

Burying her face in the freshly washed flesh, Tara’s educated tongue probed lovingly up and down and pressed inward against the muscular ring. The fingers of her hand moved into her lover’s womangate , gently fondling.

Consciously Willow knew the children couldn’t hear anything through the well-made walls but still she couldn’t help but jam a fold of the bedspread between her teeth to keep herself from screaming. Her sweetheart’s hand and mouth drove her spiraling into greater and greater ecstasies.

The struggle was pointless; Willow needed emotional release as well as physical. She dropped the cover as Tara brought her to an almost shattering orgasm, letting out a cry of joy the likes of which she had not uttered in quite a while.

As soon as Willow had stopped arching, Tara moved up and lay atop her, whispering “More relaxed?” dryly into the redhead’s ear, but Willow was not able to say anything yet.

The two beauties began moving their legs in and out from between each others, caressingly. Tara moved her head left and right, lips forming silent words in a private language as she mouthed the back of Willow’s neck and shoulders .

After resting a betbit, Willow murmured, “How ‘bout if I turn over?” then as Tara rose up onto all fours to let her, continued mischievously, “and you know what I want now,” smiling.

Tara inched forward on hands and knees to give the redhead just that, her breasts in reach of Willow’s lips and tongue.

“I could do this all night,” Willow, thought, losing herself in stimulating her partner. Without conscious thought, she bent her left leg at the knee and Tara partially rested her sweet weight on it.

“Oh, baby, you’re the best,” Tara gasped as Willow’s mouth suckled her nipples and aureoles and hands caressed the ash-blonde’s soft glutes. Tara began moving her body in a circular up-and-down motion, pressing her vagina against Willow’s knee. Willow responded, moving her leg just slightly left and right.

As the seconds went by, Tara moved faster and faster, eyes rolling with passion, breathing in deep gulps. Finally, with three short moans and a long shriek, she came and her arms buckled. Willow dropped her leg and they just lay in each others’ arms, almost, not quite, weeping with contentment.

“Feel better?” Tara asked Willow with a tired grin, and her partner just smiled back and nodded. They lay kissing for a while, then Tara rose up on her knees, pulling Willow after her.

Kneeling, they gently caressed each others’ backs, shoulders to thighs. They repeated this, up and down, over and over, then finally rested their hands on each others’ hips in the classic same-gender-lovers pose. The women were close enough for their nipples to touch, not truly rub, just tip each against the other’s.

They moved their bodies in a rhythm all their own, not really connected to the smooth background music, a beat they’d taught each other carefully over the past more than a dozen years.. Slowly, with agonizingly minute, exquisitely minute steps, the beautiful lovers built up their passion again.

Brining their right hands around front, they began lightly stroking one another’s softnesses. They tantalized each other a few moments then ever so carefully inserted their middle fingers.

Starting with slow, small wrist motions, they gradually built up speed and force, soon moving from their shoulders in visible arcs. Their long hair rose from their backs and stood out in all directions, lifted by an unseen force as if it were a hot wind. They began rocking back and forth.

Starting an inch at a time, then faster, they levitated. Their knees were still relaxed but even extended their legs soon were visibly well above the bedspread. The lovers stayed there as their cries of pleasure continued, minute by minute, growing louder and sweeter by tiny increments.

They began to spin like a weathercock as their mutual enjoyment built into a tempest. Then, after a loud, simultaneous cry of release, they stopped, hair falling down again to its normal place, heads on shoulders. Any small amount of dizziness which the magic itself had fialed to block out faded naturally as they relaxed. Summer gold and autumn red, they floated n the afterglow.

Slowly, easily, still in each others’ arms, the witches sank back unto the bed, and remained wrapped together a long time. Then Willow wiggled partway out of Tara ‘s embrace and began snuggling under the covers.

“I just wanna sleep like this tonight for a change, no gowns or jammies. All of you next to all of me, I’m just in the mood for it.”

“Hey, love means sometimes having to say you’re sleeping in the nude.”

“I love it when you misquote old movies.”

They embraced tightly and began sharing kisses again.

Tara broke of a moment and said, “Remember (peck) a couple months ago (long kiss) when you asked me when we’d become a (peck-peck) boring old married couple? (peck)?”

“We’re not there (long kiss) not there yet (peck),” Willow answered.

“I’m enjoying getting (peck) there, though.”

“(peck) Me too, me (very long kiss) too.”

[shiraz]

Awesome goodness! I can't wait to meet the girls I'm enjoying your writing style

more please....?!

S

[edgeplay]

womangate?

[DaddyCatALSO]

shiraz; This is a compelte vignette; I have soem tiems up at "other sites" with the duaghters at 20 & 16 repsectively but haven't written anything (yet) about them as small chidlren. I think about it at times, tho.

edgeplay;I'm a bit too vanilla to be ocmfortable with most slang words relating to sex, and using medical terms didn't seem to fit the mood, so I have a number of terms I've coined over the years that I use instead.