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What Tomorrow Brings, Chapter Seven Fandom: BtVS Rating: FRAO Pairing: Willow/Giles of course! with a very brief mention of Willow/Kennedy (the skanky bitch) Setting: AU Post-'Chosen' Summary: Life after the destruction of Sunnydale. If you couldn't tell, I suck at summaries. Spoilers: None Status: WIP Feedback: Pretty please. Constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated. 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. Chapter Seven Willow sank into the chair opposite Giles' desk with a sigh. Astral projection to find new Slayers could be very draining. She and Giles had considered the new Watcher's Council to be up and running for 3 months now. They still needed more people, but staffing hadn't been as big of a headache as they'd feared. Many of their new staff were family members of the old Council, sons and daughters who were already in university preparing to join the Council. Others hadn't intended to join, but the deaths of their loved ones at the hands of the First had changed their minds. A big coup had been hiring Quentin Travers' two sons, both of whom had previously wanted nothing to do with the Council. They told Giles and Willow that they'd wanted to be a part of the Council, but couldn't accept their father's insistence on clinging to the old traditions which they felt were outdated and harsh. Knowing of their father's antagonism towards Giles, they felt that he would bring about the changes they thought the Council needed. The older of the two, Geoffrey, had devoted himself to a methodical study of the demon and vampire world, learning as much of their lore as was possible, while the younger, Colin had immersed himself in languages, both human and demonic. Despite their former refusal to join the Council, they'd known too much to stay out of the fight. They'd just not been able to deal with their father and the old Council's strictures. Both had impressive libraries, which they happily donated to the new Council. With their arrival, both Willow and Giles found their time freed up to concentrate on more pressing issues, such as finding and contacting new Slayers on Willow's part and completely overhauling the Watcher's training program for Giles. Giles looked up at Willow's sigh. She looked tired. Despite all the new personnel, they'd been working very hard, often putting 12 hour day, 7 day weeks. Willow's use of astral projection to find the new Slayers, while keeping her in England was often time-consuming, and Giles would not leave the office until she 'returned.' "I think I'm almost through with Asia," she smiled wearily, "We can send Chao-Ahn to talk to the ones in China, and I think Kumiko would be the best to talk to the ones in Japan. Perhaps Priyamani will help us out in India. She likes to travel. The Himalayas were a bust. Didn't find a single new Slayer in Nepal. But I still have several more countries to check out, Korea, Vietnam, Myanmar..." "Well, I believe you can save the rest of the continent for another time. And I believe that it is time for us to go home. You look exhausted. Good thing it's Friday and you have the next two days to rest, though it seems strange to have a weekend off. What do you say to a fire, tea and takeaway Chinese?" "Throw in a bubble bath and I think it sounds like absolute heaven," she replied before thinking. "Yes, well, er..." he stammered, a blush creeping up his neck as visions of Willow in nothing but bubbles flitted through his mind. With slightly pinkened cheeks, Willow took his arm and they left the office. At the apartment, Giles sent Willow off to her bath while he lit the fire, prepared the tea, and called for the takeaway. He then went to his room and changed into jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt. He sat on the couch, sipping his tea and waited for Willow to return and the food to arrive. Willow came out of her room just as the knock sounded on the door. When Giles returned to the living room, she was curled up on the couch, her hair damp and curling around her shoulders, in her robe and pajamas. "Mmm, it smells delicious," she grinned, "what did you order?" "I got Sesame chicken, beef and broccoli, some spring rolls and those Chinese bread rolls you like so much." "Sounds great. Let's eat, I'm starving!" she jumped up to get plates and napkins. Giles smothered a chuckle at her enthusiasm and set the food on the coffee table. As they ate, they discussed their plans, or lack thereof, for the coming weekend. "I don't know what I'm going to do with myself with a whole two days of no work," Willow commented between bites of chicken, "It almost feels naughty or wrong after working so many weekends." "True, but won't it be nice to just relax after so long?" "Giles, your idea of relaxing is sleeping in till 6 instead of getting up at 5!" she teased. "I see nothing wrong in being an early riser," he huffed. " I swear, one of these days I'm gonna tie you down and make you stay in bed late!" "I'd like to see you try," he challenged, setting aside his plate. "You don't think I can do it?" "Well, Willow, I did train a Slayer. I imagine I more up on combat techniques than ..." He broke off as she launched herself at him, pushing him down and pinning him to the couch. She straddled him at the waist and pressed down on his shoulders. "Hah! Gotcha!" "I think not," he reached up and began tickling her. Willow attempted to get away from his tormenting fingers, but he easily held her with one hand while continuing his teasing assault. In the struggle, Willow's robe had come untied and the camisole top she wore had ridden up, so Giles' fingers now fell on bare skin. He fought to suppress a groan when he felt the silkiness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Desire flooded him at the sight of the beautiful woman he'd secretly yearned after for years writhing atop him. When Willow felt his touch on her exposed skin, a bolt of pure heat shot throughout her body. She ceased her movements as she stared at the man beneath her. The heat transformed to lust as memories of what she'd convinced herself was a crush overwhelmed her. Without conscious thought, they leaned towards each other till their lips met. What started out a a gentle caress quickly became a firestorm of passion as Giles wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him and Willow clung to him. When they finally separated, needing to breathe, Willow looked into his jade green eyes. "Wow." tbc.....