A Little De-Ja-Vous 4

Giles turned from the door to the spare room, once more repeating that it was not a problem and that he would feel great umbrage if Xander were to go back to his own home. He closed the door and returned to the front living room, now tidy after he, Willow and Xander had cleaned the dust and glass from the floor and had straightened upturned furniture. He looked across the room to the one he loved.

He moved slowly towards her, wetting his suddenly dry lips and bolstered what little courage he felt. Here before him stood the woman he loved with every fibre of his being. And yet how could he believe she would feel the same...? 'Well,' he thought, 'time to find out, Rupert, old boy.' Before he would let the self-incrimination begin, something that he had done quite often of late, he bent his head and captured the lips before him in a searing, feverish kiss and then parted them with his tongue.

He felt her surprise, but continued on... Running, quite simply, short of air, he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at the face that he had become to know rather well, then smiled when the lips he had left, however briefly, chased his for more contact.

He lifted a hand to Willow's face and caressed her cheeks that were infused with a darkening shade of red. Her sigh traversed the entire length of him and he moaned with pleasure when it had found its resting-place. He moved against her, the only way he could communicate his desire and love for her and moaned again when he felt her grind against him in response.

His instinct was to carry her to his bed, but recent events prevented him from doing so, and he heard himself growl with frustration. "Oh God, Willow, I would, if I could, take you over my shoulder right now, and whisk you to my bed without a second thought."

He felt her arms tighten around his waist and then her hot breath ruffle the hair on his chest as she murmured, "S'nothing stopping you Giles. Well', she added as an afterthought, "the taking that is... The lifting, I understand."

He chuckled at her semi-babbling, though it was not in true Willow-babble style. Still, it still managed to raise a chuckle from him. Then he realised just exactly what she had said and he swallowed convulsively at her admission. There was her invitation, right there in front of him, but he had to know. It was not enough just to take her. He had to know... He bent to her ear, blew softly and nibbled at the lobe, then as she returned the favour, he whispered, "I-I love you, Willow, with all that is I... Rupert Giles... High School Librarian, Watcher to a Slayer, without the prospect of a good and happy, stress free life... With nothing to offer, but my love and my life..."

She nipped at his neck and then drew in a long deep breath, hoping to inhale all that was Rupert Giles, before replying, "'N' that's all I want, Giles... S'all I need." Then she moved away from him, just a little to look up at him. "Well," she began, looking more than a little thoughtful, "Not only but also... Your love and your LOVE".

He began to softly chuckle again, though with wonderment. He had never heard love pronounced so endearingly, or at all, in capitals and he was amazed how Willow had managed to differentiate between the two. He felt a fingertip touch and caress his cheek and looked down at the owner of it.

Willow smiled, glad that she had his attention. "Too much thinking, Giles. I know what you *want* me to say, but do I *need* to say it...? You are not taking advantage... I want this so much, probably more than you, so less of the thinking and more of the doing...?"

The moment she had finished speaking, he plunged in with another kiss. A kiss that he hoped conveyed all his love, his fear and desperation... His pain and happiness... And now his bliss at hearing her admission... No, she had not mentioned that she loved him also, but *did* she really need to...?

Despite the pain he felt and the awkwardness of some of the bandages, he bent, still kissing Willow, and swooped her up into his arms. He smiled against her lips when he heard her "Yelp" of surprise invade his mouth and then he began to chuckle in earnest.

Willow stopped the kiss there and then and whacked him playfully on the arm. "Hey, Mr I-can't-stop-laughing-at-Willow, this is serious stuff, ya know. Now get me up these stairs before either I change my mind, or you change yours." And after a breath or two she added, "which is more likely..." No matter how hard she tried, she just could not stop the thought from developing, until her face hurt from the frown that had creased her brows and scrunched her nose.

Mid-step, Giles noticed and stopped. "W-Willow, are you alright...?" She looked up into the face of the man she loved... Straight into the green eyes of concern and all her doubts dissipated in that one look. He loves *me*... Willow Rosenberg... And he, the man that I have loved for soooo long now, is now going to prove it... 'By hook or by crook...' she thought and smiled at the pleasure it brought to her. Giles calling her name stopped any further thought. She reached for the frown she found mirrored in his expression and smoothed it out with a nod of her head and a gentle caress of her hand. Then she dropped her hand to his chest, unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt and slipped her hand inside.

There she found a nipple, hard and erect. Temptation took her and she squeezed it a little and then caressed it, rolling it in circles and pinching it again. She wanted that nipple in her mouth and squirmed until she had purchase on it and then nipped and sucked, whilst caressing the other, until he stopped again and moaned. She felt the vibration of his moan tingle her lips and travel down her spine to rest between her legs.

"W-Willow, if-if you want me to make it to the bed," Giles managed to gasp out, "then I suggest you stop for the moment."

She pouted at him, "Spoilsport..." then giggled when he gave a glare that did not quite reach his eyes. She noticed that they were on fire and dancing with desire. She guessed that hers were the same, because as soon as he had looked into them, his pace quickened and she found herself flying through the air and then landing with an "Oof" onto his bed.

She watched with excitement as Giles started to undress. Her body hummed and sang with anticipation. She almost giggled when he appeared to be having a problem with his shirt and then gasped a little at the sound of popping and flying buttons landing all around the room. The shirt was thrown away, willy- nilly and without a care. He then pooled his trousers and boxers at his ankles and kicked them away. She laughed when he hopped out of the first sock and then again as he fell onto the bed when the second one gave a little bit of resistance.

Through a sudden haze of pain that dissipated with his own desires, Giles propped himself onto an elbow, not embarrassed in the slightest, which surprised him, and tried to glare at Willow, but it fizzled at the sight of her. She was practically glowing, so much so that he reached with his free hand, pushed the fringe away from her face and gently traced the outline of her lips with his fingers.

She engulfed them in one and then suckled at them. Her tiny hand encircled his large one and then she moved the fingers in and out of her mouth. Nipping every now and again along the sides. Giles moved his head back, closing his eyes, and savoured the sensations that tingled his manhood to erection. He felt her smile against his fingers and opened his eyes to see her looking at his mid-riff.

Willow looked up into his face and waggled her eyebrows. He grabbed her suddenly and forced her to lie on her back. Slowly, agonisingly so, he crawled up her body, kissing and nipping as he went. He paused to take her skirt from her and then her top. She scrunched her face with the tiniest amount of embarrassment and then opened her eyes when she felt bereft of his touch.

She found Giles at the bottom of her feet looking her up and down and a little breathless. She gulped her fear. Not fear that Giles did not love her, but the fear that he would not go any further. She touched his face to get his attention and it was immediate. "I love you, Giles."

Stunned speechless, Giles simply looked in Willow's direction and then before she could have anytime to think on it, he engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug and kissed her with almost a desperation or fear that this could not be happening and that it might all be a dream. "Oh Willow," he whispered, "You make me the happiest man alive..." and with that he took off her bra and panties with the utmost care and then re-traced his nips and kisses of before until he was at her breasts.

She moaned when his hot breath caressed her nipples. In, out, in, out, in, out... And she moaned again when he took one in his mouth and fondled the other. And then he swapped. Took the other in his mouth and the first he began to roll and pinch in time with the nips he was biting on the first.

She moved to wrap her arms around him, but he took them both in a strong hand and held them above her head. She was about to struggle when she suddenly felt something indescribable consume her thoughts and take a chunk out of her heart, so much so that she suddenly forgot how to breathe and pushed with all her might. Her hips instantly rose from the bed and bumped against his erection. She felt static at the connection and desperately, desperately wanted more. She pushed harder against him, moaning her pleasure.

His ministrations intensified and he ground against her when she moaned; little circular movements until her hips were back on the bed. And there he rested his erection.

That in itself sent a shiver of wanting throughout her body and she pushed harder still against him, until she felt it again. It started in her belly and raced along her spine until it had settled between her legs, hot, wet and on fire. It did not rest for long and she felt it move and then explode as she yelled. "Oh, oh, God... Giles... Giles... Oh...!!" Her hips moved of their own accord, upwards and towards her lover's own, wanting, so desperately wanting a connection. Then she moved against him, the slap of flesh upon flesh echoing in the small room and around the walls of the house, until she came with a shout of mumble-jumbled expletives and then one name... Rupert!!!!... With the heavens exploding into fireworks, she flopped back onto the bed with a heavy, but sated sigh. She had no words. Only the feeling of being full. No gaping holes of loneliness or emptiness, just an overwhelming sensation of love and contentment... She smiled...

Giles smiled back at her. Though painfully hard and in need of release, he would not spoil this for Willow. He wanted to pleasure her until she could not be pleasured any longer. Until she was so spent that she would not have the energy to moan. He smiled at the thought.

He eventually lay next to her, tracing tiny circles on her stomach and gazed at her through eyes that shone with love. He smiled when he felt a quiver beneath his fingertips and looked up and into Willow's face. What he found there was indescribable. She gazed down at him with a glow in her eyes that entranced him on the spot. He moved and captured her mouth with a kiss that sent messages to all parts of his body. "Are you ready for another round, my love...?" he murmured, more than a little aroused himself.

Willow gulped. "Th-there's more...?"

He nodded, deepening the kiss, whilst stroking her thighs. Up to her hips and then back down again. Little circles that sent shivers through him until he thought that he would cum simply by touching her.

Willow moaned and again her hips rose from the bed wanting a connection. She wanted his weight on her. She wanted her breath to be taken away from her. She wanted to feel him everywhere against her. Touching, probing, loving her with everything that he had. "G-Giles," she gasped, "I...I want you to make love to me... I-I want you to love me..."

Struck dumb with her honesty, he complied in an instant. Softly, ever so softly, he moved his hand to her hips and then downwards to her womanhood. Gently he circled it with his fingers, drawing her closer and closer, ruffling the bush there that covered her. When she moaned, he bent his head forward, and hungrily kissed the breath from her. He felt his erection grow and twitch when she moaned and moved against him, forcing his own hips to jolt forwards.

She broke the kiss, panting and gasping. "Now, Giles... Now... I. Want. You. Now...." And grabbed his hips and forced them on top of her, as she ground hers against him.

He looked down at her and felt his own eyes tear, upon seeing hers bulbous and full to the brim with longing. Gently he hitched himself onto his elbows, hovering over her and then he plunged. In an instant he was off from her and seated at the edge of the bed. A gasped "No!" followed him. But he remained resolute.

Willow was seated behind him, with tears in her eyes and a body that ached with her wanting. "Giles...?" she whispered, "What-what have I done...?"

He bent his head forward and shook with unexpressed emotion. "Oh God, Willow...Why...?"

Now she was confused. Her brows furrowed instantly with puzzlement, "Why...? Why what...!?" she exclaimed.

Again he shivered. Shivered at how close he had come. "You're-you're... You've- you've never..."

And then it clicked, "Isn't that a *good* thing...? That I've never...?"

He almost laughed at that. Not at Willow. Not for saving herself. But *why* for *him*...? "Not when something as precious as this is about to be taken from you by someone who is old enough to be your *father*..." He muttered harshly.

And then something else clicked in her. "Oh, oh, Giles. I love you... I Love you and-and I WANT this... " And she burst into tears before she could stop herself.

He turned, heartbroken and sick to the stomach at what he had done. He took her in his arms and rocked her slowly. "Shh, Willow," he whispered, "Shhh, it's alright.... I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry... Forgive me..."

She sniffed back the tears and the emotions that were running rampant inside her. She had never been sure of anything in her life, until this moment, and she was not about to lose it. "I WANT you, Giles. I WANT this...Please, don't be wrong again..." And she kissed him before he could say anything. She teased his lips apart with her tongue and then plunged in, tasting him. She then moved her hands and encircled him. Though she had never done this before, she instinctively knew what to do.

With hands that seemed to be moving of their own accord, she gently moved her hand up and down... Up and then down, slowly, until she had elicited a moan from her companion. Again, and again until his hips bucked forward in time with her ministrations. She watched as Giles threw his head back and moaned with desire...

"Oh, God, Willow, don't...don't stop..." he muttered through gritted teeth.

She blew a breath outwards at his moan, sending shivers down her spine, but she kept a hold and continued. Then, before she knew it, she found herself on her back, with Giles hovering over her. She opened her eyes and smiled again.

"I w-want to..." he stuttered, "I want you...Want-want to be inside you, so much..."

She moved her hands from him, placed them on his chest and caressed his nipples. Pinching them until they were hard and erect.

He dove in for a kiss and then slowly, gently made the journey to her opening. He bit her lip and then thrust forward, once, and then held himself in place to give her time to familiarise herself with the size of him.

Willow gasped as she wound her legs round his hips and lifted hers from the bed. He moved again... Once, twice, grinding and moulding them together as one. Each thrust moved something in her and she gasped with the sensations each thrust drove from her. "Oh Giles, I love you..." she gasped...

She could feel him... In out, in out... A tickle that was more than a tickle... She wanted him closer, harder... She wanted to be one with him... No longer Giles and Willow... Willow and Giles... Just WillowGiles... One... And then in a blaze of glory, a supernova took any coherent thought from her and she moaned her lover's name, over and over, until all her thoughts merged into one...

Giles felt her tighten around him and knew that she was close. He did not want her to be alone so quickened the pace. He felt his heart burst with joy when he heard Willow yell his name as he felt her warm juices lubricate his manhood. Not satisfied, he thrust even harder and grunted with the effort. Again and again until he felt her tighten again, and as she rose from the bed for another time and yell, he came, shooting pulse after pulse of his own juices into her.

As feeble as his arms felt, he moved so that he rested upon his elbows above her; looking deep into the face that would bewitch him until his dying day. The effort to remain there, though for a lifetime was his desire, became too much so he moved from Willow and lay, sated and completely at peace, next to her. He wiped the sweat from her brow as her breathing came under control. Then he murmured, "I love you, my dear sweet Willow... Always..." He collected her in his arms, turning so that they lay spoon-fashion in his bed and urged her to sleep.

Not quite believing all that had occurred, he felt he would not sleep in an age. Too scared to, in case it was all a dream, but no matter how hard he fought against his tiredness, he could not stop his eyelids from drooping... And hearing the even breathing of Willow, he soon succumbed to a sleep that was full of dreams and of love.


The morning sun, rising slowly, sent rays of light that rested easily upon his bed companion. He had awoken not long before and had automatically felt for the body of Willow; and had sighed a sigh of relief to find her there. Such were his fears that it had, indeed, all just been a dream.

Unnoticed, he brushed away some tendrils of hair that had fallen across her forehead, and then he smiled. She was here beside him, alive and as fresh and as beautiful as the first morning dew... All that he had seen at the beginning was now untraceable. She had finally blossomed into a woman...

Willow... Alive and his always... There he lay just shy of the morning light, looking at his life beside him. Hard to believe that she could feel so much for him. This weather-worn, old man and yet she did and would always do so... Hard to believe, and yet he had no choice but to do so... His heart swelled with love and desire.

Willow, slowly stirring from her slumber and without being fully conscious, turned onto her side and slowly looked up into his eyes. And then came the smile he had often dreamt of. Slow and sleepy, but full to the brim with love...

"Morning," she whispered; her voice husky and sensuous with her sleep. On instinct she reached out to touch him just above his heart, "You okay...?"

On instinct he pushed away more strands of hair from her forehead, bent his head and kissed away the sleepiness from her. "More than I ever thought possible, my love."

And as the sun rose to its full glory and welcomed the start of something new, Rupert Giles and Willow Rosenberg greeted its warmth with the heat of their love and the passion of both their souls.

THE END

Need someone's hand, to lead me through the night
I need someone's arms to hold and squeeze me tight
And when the night begins, I'm at an end,
Because I need your love so bad...

I need some lips, to feel next to mine
I need someone to stand up, and tell me when I'm right
And when the lights are low and it's time to go
That's when I need your love so bad...

So why don't you give it up and bring it home to me...
Or write it on a bit of piece of paper baby
So that it can be read to me
Tell me that you love me and stop trying to be mad
Oh because I-I-I, I need your love so bad...

Need your soft voice, to talk to me at night
I don't want you to worry baby
I know we can make everything alright
Listen to my plea baby
Bring it to me
Because I need your love so bad...

Fleetwood Mac




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