Snippet: And Suddenly

["sochankitsune" <annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hmm. No snippets for awhile...

Anne-Lise.

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They stood there, oblivious to the world around them, aware only of 
each other. So shatteringly aware. In that timeless moment, Buffy 
lost every scrap of common sense she'd ever had, forgot her solemn 
promise to herself never to fall in love again; and she was glad it 
had happened. Soaringly, ecstatically glad.
Willow reached forward and took her hand, curling her slender 
fingers tightly around Buffy's own, and the sensation of Willow's 
touch was unbelievable. It made her whole body come alive, made her 
feel that until this moment she'd still only been half a soul, half 
alive. Only know could she realise it.
"We need to go," Buffy murmured, the words escaping her lips 
unbidden.
Willow seemed bewildered and pulled back. Maybe she'd misread the 
subtle signs and signals? "Where? Why?"
Buffy grinned. "To bed!" she replied, her voice husky with need. 
Willow's grin resurfaced. Nothing was ever subtle with Buffy.

*

Willow stood naked before Buffy, the bedroom door firmly closed and 
a wardrobe shoved precariously in front of it; nothing was disturbing 
them tonight. Willow's eyes were downcast, embarrassed, her demure 
features a picture of worry and a need for approval, perhaps 
acceptance.
Buffy's voice caught in her throat as her gaze swept the length of 
Willow's body, and breathlessly she whispered, "You're beautiful, 
Willow. You've got nothing to be ashamed over."
To put Willow more at ease, and because she felt she'd die if she 
didn't do this right this instant, Buffy hastily shrugged off and 
shredded her own clothing. Willow didn't even waste time with words 
of approval. They were in each other's arms, Willow's slow, sultry 
smile stunning Buffy with its radiance, and everywhere Willow's 
eloquent eyes explored in equisite discovery, all Buffy's secret 
places, each felt as though it were slowly turning to flame, aching 
for Willow's caress, burning.
And just when Buffy thought she could stand no more, when her legs 
threatened to drop her unceremoniously to the floor in a heap of 
flailing limbs and wetness, Willow kissed her.
Willow's eyes held Buffy's soul as she gazed deep and intent. She 
was gentle, expert, knowing that to forcibly take the lead right now 
would be to maybe scare Buffy away, and yet at the same time she felt 
unable to stop herself, swept forward on a tsunami of need and 
devotion, love and desire.
Buffy wanted to cry with the sheer incandescent beauty of the 
moment. She reached out to touch Willow's face, lovingly, 
wonderingly, as though trying to draw the essence of Willow through 
her fingertips and back into herself. Willow moved away, just a 
little, and kissed Buffy's fingertips too, one by one. Buffy's heart 
thundered at her aching breast, and dazed, she let Willow lead her to 
the bed.
Everything was suddenly erotic to her, the situation well beyond 
either of their control, or ability to reconcile.
And neither of them could care less.

*

End Snippet.