Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 14)

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> Ok Goddess Of Snippets! that rights you are now a GODDESS!!!

Anne-Lise lowers her head to Mel's panda tummy and kisses the warm 
fur with tender softness. "Goddess?" she asks. "No, nor do I aspire 
to be a deity; For within the realms of celestial thoughts no room 
for aspirations breathe, and what's a heaven for, if thy grasp may 
exceed one's reach?"

--

Buffy peered into her apartment. "Willow?" she called. "Are you in 
here?"
No reply. No cluage forthcoming from her Slayer senses either, but 
she walked into the apartment to check anyway.
Hands snaked unexpectedly around her waist as Willow pressed her 
body against Buffy's own, warm lips coming quickly into contact with 
the sensitive skin of Buffy's neck. Buffy had no time to prepare 
herself for this surprise attack, so she simply gasped and arched 
into the sensual embrace.
"Willow," Buffy breathed as she turned around. "Thank god I found 
you. Tara told me about the crazy spell you cast..."
She broke off as her mind digested what her eyes had seen: Willow 
Rosenberg, standing very naked in front of her. A light blush 
accentuating her best friend's cheekbones, so very sexy, so...
"Willow!"
Willow brushed past a Buffy whose heart thundered in her chest and 
walked over to the bed. She lay down on her front, spreading her 
legs, fingers finding their way down to the folds of her vagina as 
she stared enticingly over her shoulder.
'Run', a voice said in Buffy's mind. 'Run now, before it's too late.'
'But I don't want to', she petulantly replied.
"I want you, Buffy." Willow murmured sultrily. "I want you now, make 
me yours."
Buffy swallowed a sob; a tsunami of aching need, overwhelming in 
its intensity, threatened to engulf her. It was readily apparent that 
Willow was excited and aroused. Her fingers glistened with the 
evidence. Shivers ran through Buffy's body and, for once, she found 
herself absolutely helpless with no one to turn to for assistance.
No research needed here, Giles!
Willow started to moan as she found sexual solace in her own 
fingers. As she moved rhythmically against her hand, her gaze never 
left Buffy's. "I love you, Buffy!" she cried. "I need you! Please!"
The scream broke the quivering Slayer from her reverie of 
indecision. Willow's wail of pleasure and excitement, need and lust, 
broke through the defences Buffy's mind was frantically trying to 
erect. Willow's sex appeared all too visible as her grasping muscles 
contracted, and her hands failed to find brief purchase on the small 
duvet. 
Buffy realised that Willow had indeed lost herself within her own 
fantasies. Tara had warned her about this; about the spell Willow'd 
cast to make her dreams come true. If she didn't help her friend find 
her way back to reality, she'd be lost forever in a world of her own 
creation. A basket case.
She owed it to Willow to show her the reality of her fantasies.
Buffy realised this was the first time she'd witnessed another 
woman's orgasm. Her own were rare enough... And she realised she 
wasn't as wigged as she'd thought she would be. As Willow collapsed, 
Buffy let out the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding and 
moved over to Willow. It was almost like someone else was controlling 
her actions.
Buffy reached out, across yawning chasms of doubt and the 
intermediate space that separated herself from Willow, and felt her 
palm touch the hot smooth skin of Willow's thigh. Buffy jerked her 
hand back as though she'd been burned; yet in anticlimax she realised 
that nothing had really happened. She'd simply brushed her hand 
against Willow. No judgmental cries, no thunderclaps, no smiting.
Again she reached out and made contact with Willow's skin. With a 
strange detachment she stared at her own hand, as if shocked by its 
presumption, and then the spell was broken and her fingers found 
sweet trespass on Willow's thigh.
Desire welled up within Buffy and she leaned forward to kiss the 
sensitive skin above Willow's sex. Her hot breath met damp skin, 
sending chills that ran the length of Willow's spine. From her spell-
crazed dementia, Willow saw with strangely clear eyes the erotic 
sight of Buffy, albeit a Buffy with focused determination to make 
love to *her*, Willow Rosenberg. No adolescent fantasy she'd ever 
withheld or imagined could hold a candle to this sweet delight.
Buffy herself glowed from within, fiery emotions igniting the lust 
she'd always had for Willow yet never realised. Passion held the pair 
in thrall and they pulled apart to hold each other long enough to 
kiss, Their mouths met in an open-lipped kiss that expressed their 
mutual desire and love.
Buffy's hand entered Willow almost unbidden, her mind fogged with 
need. The alien feel of Willow's sex on her hand, her fingers 
manipulated by the powerful muscles, drove Buffy wild.
Willow's hand felts its way within Buffy's panties, then removed 
itself to make way for her lips as Willow kissed that silken domain. 
Buffy felt the warmth of Willow's mouth there and her legs weakened; 
She couldn't take much more.
"Buffy? Willow?" Voices from the open doorway brought reality 
crashing back. Buffy moaned and tried to fight clear of the lust that 
still enthralled her, coating her mind with its ethereal miasma of 
desire.
Tara and Anya stood in the doorway, staring, shocked at the sight 
they beheld. Yet they too seemed to feel the pull of the spell, as 
they too, unbidden, felt obliged to assist Willow in making her 
fantasies become reality.
Anya, however, had the presence of mind to lock the door.