|oreadno1 (oreadno1) wrote in willowgileslove,|
@ 2008-11-14 20:12:00
Feedback: Pretty please. Constructive criticism is always welcome. If you want to flame me, well okay, I have cattle prods. And 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.
Author's Notes: This fic includes consensual sex between an adult and a legal minor (16-17 year old). If this squicks you, then pass it by. Also I have arbitrarily picked June 24 for Willow's birthday, since I don't recall it mentioned on the show as to when it is. After all, Buffy's birthday seems to have been established as being in January, and Willow is supposed to be 'younger' than Buffy.
Chapter 3---Mutual SupportWillow awakened heavy-lidded and bleary-eyed. Her sleep had not been restful, broken often by Giles' flailing about in the grip of nightmares. But when she touched him and spoke to him in a low, soothing voice, he would calm and relax. In the end, despite the awkwardness, she curled up next to him, in hopes of giving him some peace and sleep. As she peeked over him at the clock, she noticed it was nearing 8 and it was full daylight out. She rarely slept this late, but luckily, it was Saturday so she didn't need to worry about being late to school. Giles, however seemed to be resting peacefully at last. Slowly, she got up and carefully made her way down the stairs. She quickly sat in her wheelchair, her legs feeling wobblier than usual due to her lack of sleep. After a visit to the bathroom to take care of necessities and splash some cold water on her face, she went back to the living room and began to straighten it out. She organised papers and put them on the desk, shelved books and took dirty dishes to the kitchen to be washed. After the room had regained a semblance of normalcy, she headed to the kitchen. Leaning heavily on the counter, she washed the dishes, then put on a pot of tea. Settling the tea tray in her lap, she wheeled herself back into the living room and set the tray carefully on the coffee table. Maneuvering herself onto the couch, she settled back and sipped her tea. After a short time, she heard Giles moving around in his bedroom and coming down the stairs. He gave her a brief nod as he headed for the bathroom. She could hear the shower running. When he returned, Willow had a cup of tea waiting for him, and he sipped it gratefully. Both blushed and looked away when they made eye contact, slightly embarrassed at the previous night's events. Peeking at him through her lashes, Willow was relieved to see he looked less ill at ease and more relaxed this morning. Giles, however, felt guilty at seeing the faint shadows under Willow's normally bright eyes. Unable to look directly at her, he glanced about the living room and noticed she'd tidied it up nicely. He appreciated her efforts, but she shouldn't have pushed herself so in her condition.