Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 6)

[buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx]

> Although, I wouldn't exactly call this one mush
> exciting, erotic, maybe, dark, definately, 
> mush, not really :-)
> But if you feel like writing it, 
> then I'm gonna read it ;-)
> Even if it's Dark

... Why?

Anne-Lise.

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Willow drank slowly from the faucet and traipsed back to bed. 
Unable to sleep, she felt hot and listless. She stared over at Buffy 
who was fast asleep on her own bed in the dorm they shared. Another 
late night out on patrol, another night alone. Willow's heart, as 
always, went out to the Slayer.
Willow noticed Buffy had tossed and turned in the night, and as she 
hadn't worn her T-shirt to bed the whiteness of the sheets emphasised 
Buffy's naked shoulders and arms. Buffy's hair spread out around her 
peaceful face like a mussed halo. Willow's eyes followed the curves 
down to the sheets where she could imagine Buffy's breasts were, 
raising and falling to the steady rhythm of her sleeping friend.
Willow continued this strange vigil unable to look away. A knot was 
forming in her throat and a need, a desperate urge, surfaced. Her 
breathing deepened and she shuddered. Swallowing seemed somehow 
impossible. Ever breath she drew seemed like a sigh.
"Buffy...?" Willow whispered, a desperate entreaty. This time she 
could and did look away, and she felt a sudden urge to cry. Tears 
welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as despair overwhelmed 
her. She couldn't understand it, couldn't analyse her own feelings... 
And this made her feel helpless.
Still Buffy slept, her chest maintaining that same steady rhythm. 
Willow stared at Buffy's face, so angelic, so perfect...
"Buffy, please!" Willow begged in a whisper. "Please wake up. I need 
you..."
Her voice became like a litany, and a quivering took over her body. 
She couldn't hold back and she began to sob. Only then did Buffy wake 
up, and she sat up straight with a start.
"Willow? Oh god, Willow, what happened?" Buffy asked. She 
immediately pulled Willow into a comforting embrace, not noticing or 
caring that she was unclothed as she did so. Willow sobbed in her 
arms, still not speaking.
"Willow?" Buffy panicked. "What's wrong? Talk to me?" Willow's eyes 
seemed so sad and desolate. Buffy couldn't stand seeing her in such 
pain. Buffy opened the sheets of her bed and Willow cuddled up 
tighter still. Buffy rocked her gently, her mind racing as she tried 
to work out what was wrong.
"Willow... Willow..." she repeated.
Willow wrapped her arms around Buffy's waist as she calmed down. 
She still shuddered, but the sobs had lessened.
"Buffy," she sniffled.
"Yes?"
"Buffy..." Willow repeated. "Buffy..."
"What is it?"
"Please..." And with that please, Buffy understood Willow had fallen 
in love with her. And it scared her.
"Please, Buffy. Please, I beg you..." Willow kissed the corner of 
Buffy's mouth, crushing her own body against Buffy's. But still there 
was hesitation in the Slayer's eyes. "Please, Buffy. Please, I need 
you. I need you or I'll die. Please... Just kiss me. That's all I 
ask..."
Slowly, Buffy's lips closed against Willow's. Buffy felt she 
couldn't resist Willow's mind-blowing intensity anymore. Then the 
kiss happened, very slowly, as though they were kissing in slow 
motion. It was a feverishly intense kiss. so intense, they both shook 
at the same time, out of breath.
Making love with Willow felt so different. With Riley she was able 
to laugh sometimes. With Willow that wouldn't be possible. Willow's 
intensity demanded seriousness, and knowing that someone could love 
her that much excited Buffy in a strange way. She didn't understand 
how and why, she just chose to stop thinking. And Willow was waiting.
Buffy kissed Willow again, this time more passionately. Willow 
seemed to melt in her arms. She closed her eyes, dying with little 
spasms, so intense the kiss had become.
"Buffy," Willow breathed, her eyelids still shut. "Buffy... 
Buffy..." she kept repeating, her voice trailing off, while Buffy 
kissed her breasts over her pyjamas top. Then her stomach, uncovering 
it. Buffy's lips and tongue in her belly button, going up, forcing 
her pyjamas up, generating more sweet trembling...
Buffy's own desire grew, and Buffy realised that this was good. Her 
desire brought Willow back, soothed her pain, kept her away from that 
intense despair. But her desire was potent and powerful too, and her 
mouth found its way down to Willow's pussy, licking the side of her 
moist panties on that most sensitive of flesh. Sensuality became 
denied in Buffy's desire, foreplay discarded in the raw need Willow's 
intensity had generated within her...
Buffy began to lick Willow, and bit lightly on her inner thigh. 
Willow blanched a little, surprised as the savageness of Buffy's 
lovemaking. Her pussy was so wet, she could feel herself falling, so 
sweet, so crazy. And still, Buffy continued to lick, making her 
shiver, endless shivers, and she screamed out in ecstasy.
"Buffy... Buffy... Oh, I love you... Love you..." Willow whispered, 
playing with Buffy's hair, brushing it with her fingers, while her 
desire kept growing... and growing... "Oh Buffy!" she screamed, her 
body arching up. Buffy had bitten her once more, making her juices 
flow and flow. She opened her eyes and saw how damp Buffy's face 
was... Buffy's face was intent on giving her pleasure. She didn't 
seem happy, she seemed focused...
Willow felt as though she was dying. She pushed her pussy harder 
against Buffy's face, pressure increasing with rhythm. She lifted her 
legs higher, and almost fainted when she felt Buffy's tongue inside 
her, sliding, brushing against her clit with the utmost of care... 
Willow had to lower her legs as the position was too demanding, too 
tiring... She was weak, Buffy made her feel weaker and weaker... A 
small orgasm rocked her as Buffy came nearer and nearer to her clit 
with her tongue. Willow squeezed her eyes shut as the pleasure grew, 
wave after wave...
Willow moaned, and the moan became Buffy's name. Her voice came out 
as a hiss following the most incredible wave of pleasure. The orgasm 
was about to happen but not yet... Buffy kept teasing Willow's clit, 
inserting her tongue up Willow's cunt, licking the soaking walls of 
it. 
"Buffy, I'm dying... I'm dying..."
And then the orgasm came. Willow's body shuddered and she lay 
still, as though she had indeed died. But she was so very alive. Her 
heart thundered in her chest, her body was on fire, thirst and 
demanding more. A second wave rocked her, and then another orgasm, 
Buffy's tongue continued inside her, keeping on licking her, Buffy's 
lips sucking at her juices, kissing her there, softly, tenderly. How 
could she continue? Her strength and will seemed boundless...
Willow was floating. Lost, tumbling, captured by an angel...
"Enough, Buffy," Willow's voice came out, high-pitched and near a 
scream. And Buffy stopped, and once more they held each other in 
their arms.
They kissed for a very long time, Willow's hand slipping in between 
their hot bodies, fumbling for Buffy's sex. Willow wanted to make 
Buffy cum while kissing, and surprisingly Buffy helped her, putting 
Willow's hand in the right position. Another kiss, a deep-felt kiss, 
and Willow's hand touching her pussy, her clit...
"Oh Willow, yes that's it... Go on... Please... Oh... Willow... 
Yes... Yes... Oh...I love you..."
And they kissed once more. Willow tasting her own juices in Buffy's 
mouth. It was delicious to see Buffy like this, Willow concluded, so 
close to that ecstatic moment, her moment... to feel her pussy 
pulsating around slippery hands and invading fingers, covered with 
Buffy's mingled with her own juices... It was to die for.
Buffy came finally, letting out a whispered groan of intense 
pleasure, rolling her eyes and breathing out deeply. Seeing this, 
Willow's joy was boundless. She'd succeeded in making Buffy cum. Not 
even in her wildest dreams had she imagined that. She loved her... 
Yes, it was really to die for...
They made love all morning, caressing, feeling their breasts 
against each other's bodies... Willow couldn't stop touching those 
mounds of soft round flesh. Buffy's, and her own... She sucked 
Buffy's nipples, one after the other, and then back to the first, 
exciting the Slayer into yet another orgasm.
"I love you," Willow whispered.
"I love *you*," Buffy replied in a hoarse voice. Then only silence 
and a long moan. Buffy's pleasure, produced by Willow's lips on those 
nice breasts... It had happened again.