Fic: Enigma (1/?)

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> Anne-Lise has restricted herself to snippets it seems. 

Public Sub CreateFic(Optional ByVal strIdea As String)
Dim objFic As clsFic
If objAnneLise.Feedback = 0 Then
' Note To Self: Pout.
Exit Sub
End If
Select Case lngBoredom
Case 0:
Set objFic = objAnneLise.NewFic
objFic.Seed strIdea
objFic.PostAddition
Set objFic = Nothing
Case Else:
objAnneLise.PostAnotherSnippet strIdea
End Select
Msgbox("Need more feedback!"), , "BuffyWantsWillow"
End Sub

--

Willow stared around her at the bleak landscape that lay beyond the 
gates of Williams Field. Men in red parkas raced across the ice to 
meet her, but even those few moments told. Damn, she was cold.
"Willow Rosenberg?" Not really a question. How many good-looking 
redheads graced this godforsaken place? But the conversation had to 
start somewhere.
"That's me," Willow replied.
A nod. "The Delta's through the gate. Let's get you into the warm."
Willow followed the man to the waiting transport that would take 
her over to McMurdo Station, where she would meet up with Buffy and 
the other members of the Watcher Advanced Investigation Team.

*

Giles stared down at the crystal he held despondently in his hand. 
The crystal, simple quartz set in a small gold chain, was all he had 
left now to remember Yanna by. Or Jenny, as he'd known her for most 
of their relationship. He sipped his lukewarm Latte and stared 
through the window at the oblivious human waste that walked the 
streets of Manchester, lost in thoughts of times past.
An annoying chirp broke his chain of thought and he reached into 
his pocket to extract a slim mobile phone, which he thumbed open.
"Yes?" he asked. He listened, and frowned, nodded and straightened 
in his seat.
When he left the coffee house, he seemed a different person. 
Revitalised somehow. The serving attendant smirked and shook her 
head, watching him go. Damn, that must have been good coffee.
Giles breathed in the manky air as if it were ambrosia. God, it 
felt good to be needed again.

*

As soon as Willow entered the common room all eyes turned to gaze 
at her. She received admiring looks from men and women alike. She was 
beautiful. But it was Buffy Summers and Buffy alone she lived for and 
welcomed.
"Willow!" The Slayer squealed and launched herself at her lover. 
They clung together for a joyous moment. "Oh, Willow!" Buffy said in 
earnest. "I want to make love to you!" Buffy grinned widely.
Willow giggled as she scanned the smirking faces of the WAIT 
members. Xander's grin was unmistakable, but even so she covered 
Buffy's lips with her own and explored with her tongue frantically.
"Sure, love," she whispered when they parted for breath. "Let's go 
back to your place."

*

Sarah Johnson aimed her Halon light at her Doxa dive watch. She had 
maybe 10 minutes more dive time in her heated exosuit before she had 
to leave the frigid water and surface. She turned the light and her 
attention to the impossible blue-rock wall; a wall inscribed with 
ancient hieroglyphics and made, somehow, from Carbon 60, a substance 
that currently cost thousands of dollars to create in laboratory 
conditions. She stared at the hole made by the cutting drill, part of 
a clandestine US experiment in sub-antarctic drilling before they hit 
the wall. It seemed smaller. She took measurements with her green-
light scanner. It *was* smaller. Somehow the wall was resealing 
itself.
She grabbed a few of the Carbon 60 shards from the floor below the 
hole and packed them in her wetsac. She started to swim upwards, her 
hands moving to her buoyancy compensator, when a hand reached out 
from the murk and tore out her heart.

*

As they reached Buffy's room, Willow breathed, "Oh god, I want you 
so bad!"
Buffy grinned, having regained a little of her composure by now. 
She stripped for her love, slowly, teasing her with glimpses of her 
body until she had Willow rolling with laughter. Teasing Willow was 
just so much fun.
While Buffy put on a show, Willow slowly unbuttoned her blouse, 
revealing her black lace bra. Buffy stopped parading, her attention 
gripped by the sight of Willow, as she unzipped her jeans and stepped 
out, then slid her panties down to the floor.
"Oh, Willow," Buffy moaned, taking Willow's hand and sliding it down 
inside her own pants, guiding it to her sex. Willow's excitement grew 
beyond containment, and she was in no mood to be further teased. 
"Just get your damn clothes off, Buffy. I can't wait anymore!"
Unable to wait, Willow grabbed Buffy's panties and hauled them down 
to the floor, before straightening in a rush that brought Buffy's 
attention firmly back to her breasts. The Slayer shook her head, 
bemused by Willow's capriciousness. Her hand rose to caress Willow's 
cheek, and she let out a soft cry as they once again shared a deep, 
passionate kiss. Willow followed Buffy down onto the bed, and they 
snuggled softly against each other. Willow moved to lie on top of 
Buffy, loving the feel of Buffy's soft breasts against her own. 
Buffy's hands gripped Willow's ass, and she wrapped her legs around 
the redhead's waist so that Willow would feel encompassed by her 
warmth and need.
Willow's moaning grew louder. She lowered her mouth to Buffy's 
breast and sucked it gently erect. Buffy's hands roamed her back as 
she moved to the other, then she slipped a little as Buffy manoeuvred 
her onto her side, arranging their thighs so that they could ride 
each other gently as they kissed.
Willow's need became readily apparent, and the Slayer willingly 
moved her hands to Willow's netherlips to provide the release her 
lover so readily accepted. 

*

End Part 1.