Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 7)

[buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx]

> Mush is good, smut is hot, dark is depressing, 
> but I'm sure I can expect the
> mush after the dark if you write it ;-)

I wonder...

... Sometimes you just get the disturbing...

Anne-Lise.

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Buffy watched Xander wield a frying-pan in the open-plan kitchen of 
his new apartment. She sipped from her fluted champagne glass 
enjoying the wonderful feeling of bubbles cascading down her throat, 
and the warmth of Willow Rosenberg who sat beside her on the couch. 
Xander was wearing a kiss-the-chef apron and trying hard to make an 
omelette while Anya watched.
"You aren't doing it right," Anya pronounced. "The eggs are supposed 
to look appetising, not mushy and awful."
Xander grinned without turning. "How about you show me how its done 
then, honey?" he asked, knowing full well that Anya's culinary 
abilities involved knowing where the can-opener lived.
"Okay. How hard can it be?" Anya conjectured. Her logical mind 
analysed the fact that she had no apron, and she didn't want to get 
her clothes dirty. So she shrugged out of her blouse and set it down 
on a chair-back. She wrapped her arms around Xander's waist from 
behind and helped him make the omelette.
At some point, Xander realised that the nipples pressing into his 
back were a few layers less protected than normal, and turned around. 
Their lips met, and they snuggled.
"Warms the heart to see young people in love, doesn't it?" Willow 
asked, wishing she had popcorn.
"Oh yes," Buffy sighed. "It does." she reached over and pulled 
Willow's hand over her left breast. "I know exactly how he feel..." 
she purred.
Willow cupped Buffy's breast as her lips found their way to Buffy's 
neck and shoulder. Her other hand teased down Buffy's abdomen, and 
tickled between her legs. Buffy moaned softly and wiggled her behind 
against Willow's.
Xander and Anya elected to join the snuggling pair on the couch. 
Buffy and Willow continued to snuggle, whilst Xander nibbled softly 
on Anya's earlobe.
"Oh, that's nice." Anya purred, still holding Xander's gaze.
"What's that?" Xander asked, softly.
"Willow's ass is rubbing against mine," Anya reported.
"Really? That does sound nice," Xander agreed equably. "Trade 
places?" They did.
"Ooh, it is nice, isn't it?" Xander said as he felt Willow's cute 
posterior rubbing against his own.
"Isn't today so absolutely perfect?" Buffy asked out of the blue.
"Perfect," Willow agreed.
"As are you, my love. As are you." Buffy added softly, kissing 
Willow's neck tenderly.
Willow quivered under Buffy's hot lips and then shuddered in a mild 
orgasm.
"God, you get me so horny," she gasped.
"That's how I feel about you too, love." Xander said, snuggling up 
to Anya.
"Really?" Anya seemed pleased.
"Then it's how we feel about each other," Buffy whispered, flecking 
her tongue softly into Xander's ear as she leaned beyond Willow.
Xander shivered, and Anya kissed him tenderly as Buffy returned her 
attention to Willow.
"You know what I'd like to do right now?" Willow asked, eliciting 
giggles from both Xander and Anya. I'd like to make a pot of tea and 
sip a cup by the fake fire."
"I'll make you one," Xander said, "but only if you snuggle up to me 
by the fireplace.".
"That does sound nice," Willow chuckled. "Although, I think I owe an 
orgasm to Anya first."
Just then Anya moaned and shuddered against Buffy.
"Buffy already took care of it," Xander pointed out.
Willow danced Xander over into the kitchen area so they could at 
least get the kettle going before the next lovemaking scene. Xander 
kissed Willow passionately and the wicca girl melted and shuddered in 
his manly arms.
"How do I affect you so?" Xander asked, supporting Willow as she 
recovered her composure.
"I haven't a clue. Although I'm quite envious of your hair trigger 
at times..." Willow admitted.
Xander looked her in the eyes, and something passed between them 
that neither quite understood. This time, Willow's orgasm was nowhere 
near as gentle and Xander had to hold her up for a moment. Willow 
sagged back against the kitchen counter as she fought to recover her 
legs.
"Oh you little darling you," she gasped. "To hell with the tea." she 
said, as Xander swept her into his arms to save her shaky legs.
Buffy had Anya in her arms and was right behind them on the stairs.
"You're not leaving us behind," Anya claimed. "Oh Xander, how we 
love you. Oh... Xander..."
"Mmm?"
"Xander... Oh Xander..." Anya's voice droned on. "Wake up!"
Xander opened his eyes and sighed. Time for work. Dammit.