Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 13)

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> Any chance of turning it into a full blown story 

Maybe, if my arm lets up. It aches when I type. But for some reason 
Calliope (my muse) is playing mind games with me and is assaulting my 
senses with fleeting inspirations that won't let me be... WAH!

Anne-Lise.

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"Is she going to be okay?" Buffy asked, her arms crossed.
"I don't know," Giles replied. "Physically, she's unharmed... But 
that demon had her under a powerful mind control. I'm just glad you 
realised in time to stop her killing you."
Buffy shook her head. "I think she was fighting back in her own 
way. Attacking me with a spoon instead of a knife, for instance."
Giles rubbed his forehead. "Or maybe it was just a stupid demon. 
Anyway, I'll go and fetch some books and do some research while you 
keep an eye on her. Call me if there are any problems."
Buffy waved her hand in front of Willow's face, who gazed out 
towards some unseen horizon.
"Will she be okay like this?" she asked.
"What? Oh. She should be fine. She's just under a deep hypnosis. Be 
careful what you say around her... It may affect her subconscious."
"Will do," Buffy replied meekly.

*

Willow remembered fighting back against the hold that enthralled 
her. She'd been too weak, really. But she'd angry, and her anger had 
helped. And then it was all over. Buffy had saved her from herself. 
Saved her once more.
"Lie back and close your eyes. I want you to try and relax. Let my 
voice guide you." Giles' voice eased its way into her mind. He had 
such a good voice. She liked to listen to him sing, when the mood 
struck him. "You're doing so well, but now you have to go deeper. Go 
deeper, and be more relaxed while you listen to my voice. Don't try 
to think, just let go and I will lead you. Put yourself in my hands 
and let me help you. Let your mind leave your body." 

*

"Just you and me now, Willow." Buffy chatted, because Willow's 
vacant staring eyes were freaking her out. "I know you didn't mean to 
hurt me. You'd never hurt me. You'll be okay, don't worry." Buffy 
looked at Willow's face and felt tears in her eyes. "I promise. I 
won't let anything bad happen to you." She put on a smile. "You're 
everything to me."

*

Giles snapped his fingers, and smiled with relief as Willow's eyes 
unglazed and she looked around her, embarrassed to be the centre of 
attention. The old Willow again.
"What happened?" she asked, predictably.
Buffy hugged her tightly. "Long story," she said.
Willow surprised everyone by kissing Buffy. This was no best-friend 
kiss. This was a kiss that would have won Oscars.
Buffy fought rising panic as Willow broke the kiss with an adoring 
look in her eyes.
"Buffy?" Giles asked with an anxious tone to his voice. "You were 
careful not to suggest anything around Willow when she was in her 
trance, weren't you?"
Buffy chewed her lip as Willow hugged her breathless.
"Um," she said.

*

"Willow!" Buffy called out as Willow climbed into bed with her 
again. It'd been the third time that night and Buffy was losing her 
will to fight Willow's hypnosis-driven advances. She'd insisted on 
being in Buffy's room, and had fought and wailed when they'd tried to 
take her away. So Buffy had acquiesced to Willow staying there in her 
current state. Although Xander was sleeping outside the door with a 
baseball bat held within his somnambulant grasp.
"I want to please you, mistress." Willow whispered. "Let me please 
you." Her lips pressed hotly against Buffy's neck.
"Its so wrong," Buffy wailed. "Willow, you *must* stop this madness."
Willow's eyes filled with tears. "I need you," she whispered. "I 
need you now." She pounced on top of the Slayer, who succumbed to 
Willow's passion.
Somewhere in the darkness came the noise of someone fumbling for a 
camera. A bright flash illuminated the semi-naked Slayer and the 
redhead suckling at her.
"Eep." Willow commented as the bat made rough contact with her head, 
and she went limp.
Xander's grin glowed in the darkness. "Saved you!" he exclaimed, 
pleased with himself.
"Eep." Xander commented as the bat made rough contact with his head, 
and he went limp.
"Yeah, thanks." The Slayer sulked.