Re: To Anne-Lise who seems a little down

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

> Please allow me to gush profusely and perhaps drool 
> on the rug as I sing the praises of Anne-Lise 
> from the highest rooftop 

Okay, now people are taking the piss. *crosses arms*

> Anne-Lise-- that was, er, um, urk. 

Thank you. :>

> Please, by all means, continue to write stories where 
> nothing good ever happens to anyone.

I wonder who thought the line, "I feel more than a little like a vase 
of salt left out in the rain." Was it Buffy, or was it me?

Anne-Lise.

--

The breeze drew wisps our our hair as we leaned against the fence 
looking out over a field. Willow pointed out two mares and I giggled. 
The mares were standing, head to tail, licking each other's parts and 
leaning together.
"Lesbian horses," I mused.
Willow looked at me oddly. "Do you want to do that?" she asked.
"Lick a horse?" I replied, mystified.
Willow continued to stare into the field, entranced by the sight of 
the happy horses. "Yeah," she breathed despondently.

*

I pulled her into my arms. She smelt faintly of Jasmine and herbs, 
earthy and divine. I licked softly at the delicate coral of her ear, 
and she sighed the dreamy sound of acquiescence. I touched lightly at 
her breasts as she kissed at my cheeks, my jawbone, my mouth, and we 
slid down to the floor, alone and naked. Her tongue shapes my name as 
if tasting it, and then her mouth presses once more against mine.
I whisper her name in return as her lips part from mine, and close 
my eyes as those lips move down to my neck. Her warm breasts press 
lightly against my arm, her soft nipples brushing, her legs clamping 
me playfully.
"You're mine, now, Slayer!" She grrs, and tumbles off me as we both 
collapse into paroxysms of laughter.
"Am I?" I ask with no idea why we're together, or how, but simply 
marvelling at the wondrousness of the moment.
"I hope so," she said as we began a slow rhythm together on the 
living room floor. Everything was perfect, which was probably why mom 
chose that particular day to be home early from the gallery.