|oreadno1 (oreadno1) wrote in willowgileslove,|
@ 2007-06-24 13:48:00
Pairing: Willow/Giles (who else?)
Summary: PWP. Post-slayage smut.
Setting: AU Season 4
Feedback: Pretty please. Constructive criticism is always welcome. If you want to flame me, well okay, I have chainsaws.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters (if I did Willow would be with Giles where she belongs!); I just hijack them and take them out for a joyride every now and then. Also, I have no beta, so any and all mistakes are solely mine.
Willow and Giles stumbled into his apartment. Along with Buffy and Xander, they'd just defeated a rather nasty Ta'zrel demon that had been preying on the local make-out spot. Strangely, instead of feeling the usual exhaustion that followed such activity, they felt energised. Giddy, even. Buffy had insisted on being dropped off at Riley's dorm, saying she just had to tell him about the slayage. Xander had left to meet up with Anya. So Willow was left to help Giles clean up and sort out the weapons. She'd gone happily, eager to spend any time with Giles she could. Try as she might, she just couldn't deny the feelings he provoked within her. Since Oz had left, she wanted to act on those feelings, but fear of rejection and her natural shyness prevented her.
Giles stole a surreptitious glance at Willow. Even with her clothes stained with demon slime and her hair mussed from the battle, she was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He kept a tight rein on his feelings, but he longed to tell her how he felt; how he wanted her, wanted to be with her. But he thought he needed to give her time to recover from Oz's betrayal, so he kept his emotions in check.
The weapons were quickly dealt with. They stood together after the last one was put away, still feeling the unusual exhilaration. Both were keyed up and felt the need for some kind of release. As Giles turned around, he accidentally bumped into Willow, knocking her off-balance. As she stumbled backwards, he reached out and caught her wrist to prevent her falling. The moment their skins touched, they were lost to their hidden desires. They came together in a tangle of arms and lips, hands roaming over each other, learning the feel of the other. Willow sucked Giles' tongue into her mouth as her hands tugged his sweater up so she could run her hands over his chest, curling her fingers into the hair that tickled her palms. Giles frantically pulled at her shirt, wanting to stroke her satin-soft skin, to suckle her breasts. They let go of each other long enough for Giles to remove his sweater while Willow yanked off her top and quickly took off her bra. As Giles looked down at her porcelain perfection, he sighed, then knelt and began lick and nibble at her nipples.
"Oh, yesss," Willow moaned, tightening her hands behind his head and pulling him closer.
Giles continued his ministrations while his hands roamed over her back and the curve of her butt. Cautiously he brought one hand around and began stroking her denim-clad thigh. She responded by thrusting closer to him, one hand letting go of him to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She pushed at them trying to rid herself of the clothing that prevented her from feeling his touch on her skin. His hands came to help her, pulling her jeans and panties down and steadied her as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the offending garments.
His mouth left her breasts, trailing fire down her stomach as he moved lower. She widened her stance as she felt his hot breath between her thighs. A sigh escaped her as she felt his tongue licking delicately between her nether-lips. Her knees started to buckle when he found her clit and began to stroke it with his tongue. He grasped her hips, helping her to the floor without breaking contact with her.As she felt the carpeting against her butt, she pulled away and reached for his belt. With little difficulty, she unbuckled it and began to strip away the remainder of his clothing. Once he was nude, she began to nuzzle his chest, then nibbled her way downward till she found her prize. She licked the underside of his cock before planting tiny kisses along his length. Opening her mouth, she slowly engulfed him, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She pulled back and repeated the process, causing him to moan. He pulled at her hips until she was straddling his face. He began nibbling at her clit as he thrust two fingers into her burning centre. He stroked the fingers in and out of her as she matched his rhythm with her mouth. Soon she released him the blindly thrust back against his fingers. He gently bit her clit and she stiffened, gasping out his name as her orgasm rushed through her. Before she came down, he had her on her back and he embedded himself in her tight warmth. She raised her legs and locked them around his waist as he started to slowly move in and out of her with long, smooth strokes. He sped up his movements as she began moving with him. Soon they were pushing against each other in a frenzy of need. Willow's nails bit into Giles' back as his hand moved between their straining bodies to pinch her clit. Every muscle in her body tensed and warmth flooded her as her orgasm ripped through her.With a few more thrusts, Giles joined her in the oblivion of a mind-blowing climax.
Minutes, or hours later, when they finally came down, Willow curled up against Giles.
"That was wonderful," she smiled, "But next time we try your bed."
"N-next time?" he stuttered, not believing what he was hearing, not believing she could possibly want him.
"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled sleepily, snuggling closer to him, her head on his chest, her arm draped over him and her legs entangled with his, "Next time."