RE: Snippet: Well Then

["TheBear" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Yay!! I loved it. I love the thought of Buffy being so overcome by her
feelings and desire for Willow that the civilized veneer is stripped
away, leaving her raw and primal. Some say they don't have sex, they
'make love.' However, I think between Willow and Buffy the 'love' would
be equally intertwined with lust and need, resulting in ardent and
vigorous sex as they are each driven to a near-mindless state of hunger
for each other.

Beautiful snippet!

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-----Original Message-----
From: sochankitsune [mailto:annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] 
Sent: Sunday, November 24, 2002 10:49 AM
To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: Re: Snippet: Well Then





> Well, you know, every story *is* supposed to have one :)

*grin*

snippets aren't stories! ;p ;p ;p ;p ;p

*ptthbt* *g*

Anne-Lise.

--

Buffy stepped into the shower and swallowed at the sudden coolness 
of the water against her skin. This was no emotional chill, no 
enigmatic tendril of dismay to taunt her, although her senses were 
overburdened and quivering with the sensual thoughts that clouded her 
mind.
She was in love. Incredulous, amused, happy. Everything and more 
than she believed it could be; superior to the feelings she'd held 
for Angel, deeper than the passing lust she'd tortured herself over 
with Riley and Spike.
"Willow."
The name slipped from her lips and she had to hug herself to 
contain the growing excitement she felt. It didn't seem possible, 
considering her past, that she could find such happiness again. Hell, 
she'd even been to heaven, or a close approximation of such. She 
tilted her face to the spray and allowed the cooling stream of water 
to wash away the sweat and sex from her body.
Willow was still asleep in her room. Buffy had left her cutely 
entwined with the duvet, her sleeping face almost angelic in the pale 
moonlight that streamed through her window.
Buffy was exhausted, she realised. Fighting the hordes of evil that 
plagued the area was but mere limbering for the performance she'd had 
to put up tonight. Idly, she wondered what Willow's secret was. 
Chemical or magical. Possibly both.
She recalled the urgency and need inherent in their lovemaking as 
she ran her hands down over her breasts, her abdomen, down to the 
aching muscles of her thighs.
She'd thought it couldn't get any better, but it had. Every time 
they'd made love, when her needs crested and all she became was an 
instrument of lust, when all she wanted was her Willow, completely, 
utterly; her mind fragmented, splintered, became remade, renewed.
There were times in their lovemaking, she could acknowledge, when 
she hadn't recognised herself in the primal woman she'd become. She'd 
never believed that she could react so violently to Willow's demands, 
never realised the darker core within herself could be so desired and 
desirable to them both; Willow's wants and needs as important and as 
base as her own.
Willow was special.
And there was tenderness as much as viciousness, generosity in 
their sharing, and sometimes despite being hot and eager for release, 
they'd subdued themselves to please the other. A total sharing of 
souls.
Buffy expelled a tremulous breath, her hand sliding between the 
folds as desire reasserted itself once more.
"You could have waked me, you know." Willow. Behind her. Gossamer 
touch of slender fingers encircling her waist and probing downwards 
towards the quivering mound.
Buffy sighed, softly. "I didn't want to disturb you," she replied, 
her voice uneven, hoarse with desire.
Willow giggled in response to the inappropriate reply. Willow's 
lips upon Buffy's neck, soft touch of her breasts against her back.
"Need help?" Willow asked, her hands caressing Buffy's breasts. "I 
can help you soap..." Willow's hands, laving Buffy's stomach as she 
turns to face the grinning witch. "See, I can be helpful."
Buffy's arousal magnified as she looked once more into Willow's 
eyes. The touch of Willow's hands between her legs too much for her, 
all thoughts and reasoning gone from her mind. She was captivated, 
lost. She was in love; a love that meant that nothing else mattered, 
a love to die for, a love to live for.
They'd be each others', forever.




"It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
"I kinda love you."
Buffy and Willow, 'Choices'

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