Summary; Just what the title says;an brief moment from a trip taken by Our Goddesses after they're formally handfasted. Two months from now is the future, right?
Feedback; Yes,please?
Rating;Technically PG-13;scene is a public place, after all.
Disclaimer;The charcaters in or mentioned in this story are property of ME Productions. No compensation is being received by this writer.
Note; This aprticualr vignette is set in my "Children of the Dale" future-verse which ahs gradually diverged from the canon of the aired series over the lastv 26 months, and the minor backstory references are connected to that.
Honeymoon
Late September 2005, a beach in eastern Spain
They were both wearing bikinis, a bathing suit type neither would ever wear closer to home, but this was both a special place and day. Willow Rosenberg-Maclay was lying on her back on the enormous blanket they’d brought. Tara Maclay-Rosenberg was on her right side, head propped, gazing at the woman with whom she had been hand-fasted just the day before.
“Hey,” the blonde said, “you’re too quiet. What are you thinking about?”
The redhead took a breath and considered things awhile, then answered, “I’m thinking it really does make a relationship better when you make it offici . . . err, formal.”
“Right, ‘official’ is still pending a few court cases, at least back home. But putting a name on something can help, glad I insisted on a ceremony, and right now you look absolutely delicious.”
“Hey, part one, don’t act like you had to talk me into anything. Part two, keep in mind we’re on a public beach, sweetie.”
“Oh, I’m definitely keeping that in mind,” Tara said with a pixyish tone in her voice, “And you’ve always loved my mind, haven’t you? So,” she began moving the fingers of her left hand, “while I know I was always the one nagging at you for using magic for ordinary things, this is a special occasion.”
“Oh! Ohhh! Tara, what the hell are you doing to me?”
“It’s part telekinesis spell, and part tactile hallucination.”
“And it’s all making me nuts! Stop.” Willow twisted on the blanket, bending and straightening her knees repeatedly.
“I will if you really want me to, but nobody can actually see anything and it feels good, doesn’t it?” Tara asked, teasingly.
“You’re right. I’m lying . . . ooo-ooo-oo!” Willow answered, then grabbed her personal towel and stuffed a corner of it into her mouth as she writhed.
Willow maintained enough control that her back didn’t arch too much. The beach wasn’t deserted but no one was all that close to them.
If Tara’s slightly greater weight hadn’t been holding it down, the blanket would have been tangled into a ball within minutes. Willow twisted like a sidewinder and bit down on the towel until her jaw ached. It seemed almost an eternity, but eventually her orgasm brought the release she needed.
The beautiful redhead settled back, catching her breath. In the strange clarity which sometimes comes with physical exhaustion, she thought back to one of those Friday movie nights she and her friends used to enjoy. Once good ol’ Jesse had rented Sorceress starring the Harris Twins, no relation to Xander. Each of their characters shared the others’ experience completely, well, certain memorable experiences, at least. Remembering the motions the second twin had made, Willow realized with some embarrassment that she must have just looked rather similar.
The redhead gave her lover a glare, only half-amused.
Tara remarked, “Hey, that look works for you, sweetie. Kind of an angry, Jewish, leprechaun image.”
Willow couldn’t help getting a grin form that. Still semi-annoyed, she said, “You did come back with a very different attitude. I should have expected this from the beginning.”
“What can I say? I told you I’d changed and yes you should have exp . . . oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!” Tara’s eyes widened as she flopped onto her back while Willow returned the “favor” of a short time earlier.
The ash-blonde had always had very different reactions from those her lover showed so she didn’t have to chew on her towel and she stiffened instead of twisting. A series of almost whimper-like moans escaped her throat. They didn’t actually get louder, just more intense, until suddenly Tara’s back bowed with climax.
When the blonde girl could speak again, she muttered “Thanks” with a tired grin.
“Same to you, that did feel great. Fact, it’s good to be witches. But I still can’t believe you’d have us put on a show like that on a public beach, even one with so few people around.”
“Actually, I’d been dying to see how psychic sex worked ever since I thought of it, well, okay, I partly got the idea from Modern Problems. Besides, it’s a honeymoon; we’re supposed to be all over each other, that’s the cliché.”
“So how come we aren’t?” Willow asked while she moved her upper body over and the newlyweds did some serious snuggling and smooching.
After more than a few minutes, Tara looked straight into Willow’s eyes and said, “Regardless of what I gave up, the risks you took to get to me, I’m so glad I’m back.”
“Hey, me, too, I just wonder, I mean, no guarantees in life, right, even for average people, and we live dangerously, I find I can’t avoid asking certain questions.”
“Don’t avoid them, just accept them. We love each other, we always will, wherever we are.”
“It isn’t just us, it isn’t just you. Amy’s not a rat anymore. Jenny, Jonathan, Fred, Wesley, Cordelia, Anya, they’re all back too. Even Harmony took that little trip to another dimension and came back almost a hero. What could be brewing so big that it’ll take so many of us to face it?”
“We can’t know that until it gets here, and if it does we’ll hardly be able to miss it. And maybe that isn’t it. Maybe it’s just a reward for what we’ve gone through the past couple years. Or maybe so many big things flew out of balance, like Jasmine and your Slayer Empowering spell, and other things, that we had to be brought back for the balance. Or it could be for a long-term project instead of an immediate thing. We just have to take it a day at a time, since they don’t come any faster than that, anyway.”
“Well, I can’t help but burn some mental oil thinking about it.”
“Hmm, since you’re burning, it’s good we’re next to an ocean. I think we should go and cool off.”
END
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