Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 5)

[buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx]

> As in how? No more mush? O:-)

Do people *like* mush?

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Buffy stared at her, entranced. Even in the ebon darkness of a 
Sunnydale night, her red hair gleamed like flames. Buffy loved 
Willow's hair, so lustrous; Perfect. Buffy's enhanced senses drank in 
the sensation that was Willow Rosenberg. She could sense her even 
when she was lost within a crowd. Her scent, deep and womanly... It 
pulled at her, drawing her. Whenever Willow was near her... She felt 
at once both peaceful and possessive.
She was back. Reborn. And yet she was different. Tonight, Willow 
Rosenberg would find out just how different.
Willow continued to walk beside her, oblivious to the admiring 
glances coming her way from her returned companion. It was only when 
she felt Buffy's arms encircle her that she realised something had 
changed between them. Buffy whispered to her, words ancient yet 
persuasive, soft and soothing. Words Willow recognised as ancient 
Sumerian.
Words Buffy Summers would never have known.
Willow's eyes closed, not of her own accord. The world became 
suddenly hazy and dreamlike. She felt as if she couldn't move, as if 
she didn't want to move. She waited almost breathlessly. Buffy's warm 
mouth brushed against her right temple, moved across her ear, 
feathered across her cheek to the corner of her lips, breathing 
warmth, leaving little dancing flames of ignited passion wherever she 
touched.
Willow felt torn in two. One part of her felt so willing; 
Everything was perfect and right. The other told her to run, run now, 
before it was too late. Run as fast and as far as she possibly could.
It would never be far enough.
Buffy's tongue stroked across her neck, a velvet, rasping caress 
that curled her toes and sent heat pooling deep within her. Buffy's 
fingers curved around her nape, drawing her even closer, Buffy's 
tongue stroking her for a second time. A white-hot sensation pierced 
her skin exactly over her frantically beating pulse. Pain sliced 
through her, then gave way instantly to raw, unadulterated, erotic 
pleasure.
Willow's eyes opened as she felt her heartbeat slow, and stared 
into Buffy's transfigured face as she died.