Title: Arrested Development
Author: Andi
E-mail: andreaklinefelter@yahoo.com
Summary: Willow's parents want her to lose something. Only Giles can help.
Spoilers: nary a one
Rating: I'll say 18, but it would probably only get an R in America because there isn't any swearing.
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own these characters. They belong to Joss W., the WB, Fox and anyone else with a lawyer.
Notes: this is my first fic, so please be gentle.
Feedback will be warmly welcomed, as long as it isn't too warm.


Giles entered his home quickly. Darkness was falling, and that always meant trouble. He hadn’t meant to spend so long at the market, but he had run into another of the teachers from the high school and couldn’t quite get away. Mrs. Brumm, the fine arts teacher, seemed to have a thing for him, and he had a recurring day-mare of her chasing him around the library. It was very disturbing.

As he put the groceries away, he heard a sob. Someone was in his house. He hadn’t looked around as he came in; he had been holding the groceries. He walked back into the living room area and heard another strange noise. A slight, redhead was lying on his couch, sniffling.

“Willow?”

“Hi.”

“What’s wrong?” He went to the girl and hunkered down in front of her.

“I had a fight with my parents. Giles, you really shouldn’t leave your house key under the mat. It’s the first place thieves look.”

“I’ll remember that. I’m sorry you are upset. Do you want to talk about it? I’ll make some tea.”

“I don’t know if I want to talk about it just yet, but tea sounds good.”

“Fine.” As he went back to the kitchen, he looked over his shoulder at the girl. He was concerned, of course, but also a bit confused. Why would she come here if she was having problems at home? He ran water into the kettle, and set it to boil.

As Giles was setting out cups, Willow came around the corner. “I’m sorry—”

“Christ!” Giles dropped the cup in his hand and it shattered.

“Oo, now I’m sorry for that, too. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me, I was just startled.” He began to scoop up the pieces. “What were you going to say?”

“Oh, I’m sorry about the breaking and entering. I was out walking and saw your car was gone. I was just going to sit here for a little bit, be gone before you got back, but that didn’t happen. I wanted to be alone, but my parents were home, and the park had too many people and now I’m just babbling.” She smiled down at him, and he returned it.

“Willow, you know you are always welcome here, whether I’m at home or not. I’ve often thought of giving you, Buffy and Xander your own keys, but that boy in my home when I’m not here worries me.” She giggled, and he continued. “I’ll have copies made up for you and Buffy tomorrow.” He threw the bits in the garbage and reached for another cup.

The teapot screamed causing both of them to jump, and then laugh together. Giles went about preparing the tea, and Willow returned to her place on the couch. He handed her a cup, and then sat in a chair near the couch. They quietly sipped their tea, and for a few minutes, there was total silence.

Giles looked up at the girl and saw fresh tears in her eyes and wetting her cheeks. He set his cup on the coffee table and tried to lighten the mood.

“Is the tea really so bad,” he asked with a smile. He had hoped she would laugh, but to no avail.

“It’s fine, really. I just can’t stop thinking about earlier. I wish my parents would just leave me alone. My mom and her damn “Arrested Social Development”, why can’t I develop my social on my own.” She wasn’t actually speaking to him any longer and he knew it. He let her talk and have it all out. Sometimes that was the best way.

“I can’t help it if I don’t fit into her neat little pie chart. And why does she want me to be like everyone else?” Willow sighed deeply, and looked to the floor. In a voice Giles had to strain to hear, she said, “Why am I not good enough the way I am?”

He took her cup and set it on the table and then took her small hands in his larger ones. “You are good, Willow. You are a wonderful, beautiful, intelligent young woman. I am proud to know you, and you are a great help with the slaying.” He hooked a finger under her chin and gently pulled her face up to look into her eyes. Her long red hair framed her face. “And, as for being like everyone else, I rather think the best part about you is that you are so uniquely you. I’ve never met anyone quite like you, Willow.”

Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she looked at Giles. He was being so very kind. He smiled and she reflected it back to him. “Thank you, Giles. I really needed that.” He handed her his handkerchief, and she dried her cheeks.

“Do you want me to call Buffy? She could come over and walk you home and you could speak to her about this.” Giles didn’t know what could possibly be arrested about Willow’s development, and he didn’t know if he should be the one she discussed it with.

“I already talked it over with Buffy. Okay, Giles, I’m going to tell you what I fought with my parents about.” She inhaled deeply, and blew the air out of her mouth quickly, hoping her anxiety would follow.

“You know my mom is a psychiatrist.” Giles nodded. “She believes my social development has been arrested because I have never had a boyfriend, or anything resembling a boyfriend. It seems most high school age girls have been exposed to sex and sexuality several times by my age.” She spoke as if she were reading a report she had done for class. “I haven’t had any of these experiences and my mother is concerned. She and my father, want me to lose my virginity as soon as possible, so that I am like normal high school girls.” She waited quietly for some kind of response, something to show he had been listening. When she got none, she called his name.

“I’m sorry, Willow. I was listening; I was just really surprised at what you are telling me. Most parents try to keep their children from having sex as long as they can. I’m just surprised by your parents laissez-faire attitude in raising you.”

“So, Giles, will you?”

“Will I do what?”

“Will you have sex with me?” She asked in a small embarrassed voice, her face aflame.

“W-what?”

“I-I’m sorry. I-I-I should go now.” She got up and ran for the door.

She was gone before he could say anything, before he could do anything. Outside he called for her, but he knew she would not come back, even if he did hear her. He went inside and phoned Buffy. She needed to know what happened so she could find Willow and make sure she was safe. Buffy answered on the third ring.

“Hey, Giles.”

“Buffy, I have some rather alarming news about Willow.”

“Is she alright? Was she hurt? What happened?”

“No, physically she is fine. But, this is slightly embarrassing for me, because she asked me to have sex with her. Of course, I was shocked and I think she was upset by my reaction, but—”
Buffy broke in, “You said no to her! Giles, you were supposed to say yes.” “I was what?”

“You were supposed to say yes. I told her to ask you. You were supposed to say that you would do that for her.”

“You told her to ask me?”

“Yeah.”

“What the bloody hell for, Buffy! That was incredibly irresponsible, to both Willow and me. Why didn’t you have her ask Xander, or someone else closer to her own age! Bloody Buggering Hell!”

“Giles. Giles breathe. I can explain. She told you about her mom, right? And the whole arresting development deal.”

“Yes, she did. I don’t see where I fit into this, Buffy.”

“Giles, she trusts you, she looks up to you. And I knew I could trust you not to take advantage of her.”

“I would never take advantage of her. Especially not this way.”

“That’s why we picked you. She trusts you, you respect her. You are mature enough to understand that it would be about her, not like most of the boys our age that are just trying to get their rocks off. Plus, you know the necessary, um, equipment, to have. I can’t trust one of my best friends to some 16-year-old cretin. And you know Wills, I still have the Pros and Cons paper over here, if you want to see it. You came out on top, um, sorry bad pun. Bad unintentional pun.”

“Buffy, while I am glad she took the time to really think about this choice, didn’t the discrepancy in our ages ever come up? Or the fact that it would be highly illegal for me to—do that?" Giles had been pacing throughout the conversation and at that he stopped.

“I said there were Pros and Cons. Those things were in the Con column, but they were the only things. You should have seen Xander’s Con column.”

“Yes, about him, why not Xander? He would seem ideal.” He hoped he would be able to assuage Buffy, but he highly doubted it.

“Will’s first statement was No Xander. I can’t go against her wishes. Besides, I’ve seen the way you look at her, Giles.”

Silence on the telephone line.

“Whatever do you mean, Buffy?” He tried to sound as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

“Giles, don’t be this way with me. You watch more than me when were all together. Mostly you watch Will. She is exactly who I would picture you with, if she was a bit older.”

God, had he been so obvious that Buffy would notice. Of course he found Willow attractive; she was beautiful, and smart—and beautiful. “Buffy, can you find Willow and bring her here? I need to speak to her.”

“Are you going to say yes?”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do about this. Just find her and bring her here, please.”

Giles placed the telephone on its cradle and looked at the cup Willow had been drinking from and sighed.

Willow couldn’t believe she had made such a fool of herself. When she left Giles’ she ran home and cried in her room. Her mother had come to see what was wrong, but she did not answer her knock. Finally, when her tears had subsided, she went in the back yard to her favorite spot.

When she was six, her parents had a tree cut down in the corner of the yard. Her father had the tree service leave a little bit of the tree still attached to the trunk, more or less, making a small seat. He sanded the wood down for Willow and she had spent a lot of time on the little seat. It was always where she came when she was upset about Xander. Now she could add Giles to the list.

She had been sitting, looking at the sky for a few minutes when Buffy walked up. “Hey Wills.”

“Buffy, I’m so stupid. He said no. I was so embarrassed.”

Buffy took the girl into her arms and hugged her close. “He didn’t say no, Willow. He was just stunned.” Buffy stroked her hair, soothing the redhead like a surrogate mother.

“Okay, he didn’t actually say, no Willow, you are too repulsive to have sex with, but he might as we—how do you know he didn’t say no?”

“Giles called me when you left. He didn’t understand what was going on. And he was very worried about you. I was prologue-girl. He asked me to bring you to his house. Do you want to go, I’ll call him if you don’t and explain.”

“I’ll go, I owe him an explanation and an apology. Will you walk me there?”

“Walking people places is my specialty. Well, that and slaying.” She took Willow’s hand and they walked to Giles’ apartment.

Willow was fine until they got to the steps leading down to his front door. Buffy almost tripped when Willow stopped so suddenly and almost pulled Willow down as well. Willow’s grip on Buffy’s hand got tighter.

“I can’t, Buffy. I can’t.”

Buffy arranged her face into an imitation of Willow’s Resolve Face, and said, “Willow, you can, and you want to deep down. I know it as well as you do.”

“I was so stupid. I shouldn’t have asked him. I’ll just ask Xander, or better, I’ll just tell my parents I did, what, are they going to check! And I’ll stop hanging out with you guys and Giles will never have to see me again.”

“Willow, stop. Breathe. Now, you are not going to stop hanging out with us. We need you and we like you, all of us. And if you don’t want to go through with the having sex part of the round, that’s fine. But, I know you do. He does too, you know. He just never let himself think about it because of the age difference.”

“He told you that.”

“He didn’t have to. I’ve seen it on his face a hundred times in the library when he didn’t think I was paying attention. My spidey-sense was always tingling when you two were near each other. Now, go.”

“Are you leaving?” Willow had the frantic look again.

“Yes. Two’s company, three is an adult film. I’m going on a quick patrol, so call later if you need me. I love you, Wills.”

“Love you, too. Thanks, Buffy. Bye.”

Buffy turned to leave but stopped just out of Willow’s sight. She wanted to make sure she didn’t go running off into the night again. Willow knocked lightly on the door, and it opened immediately. Giles must have been watching us, Buffy thought. He’s so good at that. He asked Willow in and closed the door behind them. She smiled to herself and went to kill some vampires.

Willow had found something rather interesting to look at on the floor in front of the closed door while Giles cleaned his glasses furiously. He was finally able to ask her to sit down and asked if she wanted anything.

“A big hole that could suck me into non-existence would be good,” she said, still not looking up.

“Willow, I’m sorry I reacted to your, um, request in that fashion. It was just such a shock, really. I didn’t know what to say, and then you ran away. I was rather concerned.”

“Giles, I…” Her sentence trailed off and she was quiet again.

“Willow, whatever you want to tell me, I will listen.”

“I really want you to be my first. I do. But if you don’t, or can’t, or won’t, I will understand. It is a bigger decision for you really, what with the illegal-ness and all.”

“And the fact that I care for you very much. I don’t want you to look back and think why did I waste myself on that old sod. Plus, you don’t have to do this to please your parents. This is something that is so personally yours.”

“I know. And I’m not doing it to please them. I have been thinking about this since I first met you. Well, not the very second, but you know what I mean.”

“Willow, this question might be on a very personal level, but based on what we are already contemplating, it is rather safe. Why didn’t you want to be with Xander? I know you care for him very much, and the two of you have been such good friends for so long.”

“That’s actually part of the reason. This is not something he wants to think about his good friend Willow doing. Like you said, it’s mine, and I have shared so much of my life with him already, this seemed like the last chance I would have at something of my own.”

Both were quiet for a long time, Giles thinking over the situation and squeezing the bridge of his nose, Willow just waiting patiently as ever for an answer. Finally Giles spoke. “Are you absolutely sure that you want me?”

Willow ran it over in her mind on more time and confidently said, “Yes.”

“Alright then, I feel like I am taking such advantage of you, but I know you to be a very intelligent girl-- young woman, and I know you would not be asking this of me if you did not think it completely through. Willow, I would be honored to make love to you.”

A single tear ran down her left cheek, catching the light and sparkling. “Thank you, Giles.” She then giggled and added, “I wonder if Hallmark has a card for this?”

“I rather doubt it, really.”

“Maybe I could say it with flowers.” She giggled even harder and Giles thought twice about his decision. He knew he could make love to her, it was the should part that was giving his conscience the trouble now.

“Perhaps, I should drive you home, your parents will no doubt be worried.”

“I doubt it, they’re leaving for a weekend in New York in the morning. They were both asleep when Buffy came looking for me. But I should get home, it is a school night.”

He drove her home and waited in the car for her to get inside before driving off. What the hell have I gotten myself into, he thought to himself. He had really tried to make this decision with his mind and his heart, not the part that had been saying yes since the first time she asked. Now he was wondering if that other part had won out after all.

When he got home, he undressed and lay down in bed. The thought of Willow lying near him made it difficult to fall asleep, and when he finally did, she followed him into his dreams.

 

Part Two

School the next day was a haze for both of them. Giles had no apocalypses to prepare for except the potential one in his personal life. Willow and Buffy spent the day making plans without Xander finding out and coming up with ways to tell him about it after it happened. At lunch, Buffy came to the library to see Giles.

“You are a good man, Charlie Brown.”

“I feel like a dirty old man trying to shag a girl who could be my daughter,” he said in a very hushed tone.

“Giles, you’re not. You are engaging in a favor for a friend. Will is coming by later. We have been making plans all day.”

“You have been talking about this a lot, this thing that could put me in jail for a very, very long time, not to mention get me sacked from the Council?”

“Not a lot, and we have been calling you Dante, just in case. Trust me, neither of us wants to see whose bitch you’d be.”

“Ta very much for that.”

“Gotta run, Euro-lit calls. I generally don’t answer, but I promised Will. See you, Giles.”

“Good-bye, Buffy. And do be careful,” he called after her. Again he rethought his decision. Perhaps it still wasn’t too late to back out. But, did he really want to?

After school the gang arrived just like any other day. Xander, who was obviously clueless as to the impending events, was eventually coerced by Buffy into going for jelly donuts for the group. When he left, Buffy, as casually as she could, began looking through the stacks. She looked like a fish out of water, pretending to read the spines, even occasionally leafing through a book before moving on.

Willow walked up shyly, and sat down at the table next to Giles.

“Hi.”

“Hello, Willow.”

“Have you changed your mind?”

“No,” though I should have, he thought.

“Um, when are you, um, available?”

He turned to face the redhead. “Willow, this is about you. You tell me where and when. Where would you be more comfortable?”

“Well, my parents are gone for the weekend, unless you would rather be at your apartment.”

“Again, you choose, luv.” The term of endearment had just fallen off his tongue, and they were both taken aback by it. Even Buffy had been surprised, because a book hit the floor behind them. Willow blushed slightly, but regrouped quickly.

“Would this evening at my house be too little notice?”

“That would be fine, Willow.” He was sure to use her name this time. “What time would you like me to arrive?”

“Um, how about, um,” she tried to get a time from Buffy, without being too obvious. It didn’t work.

“Six,” was stage whispered to Willow from the stacks.

Giles smiled at Willow, who turned as red as her hair. “How about six?”

“Alright. Do you need me to bring anything, besides the obvious?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Willow, you haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“Changed her mind about what?” Xander asked. He had no donuts.

“About, um, about,” Willow stammered.

Buffy to the rescue. “Where are the donuts, Xander?”

“I didn’t have money. Why are you looking at books?”

“For your information, I like books. They can take you to a whole new world.”

Xander looked behind him at a poster with exactly the same phrase on it. “Wow, the Buffster is an original. So what’s the sitch? New demon, portents of the apocalypse, or just regular old vamp slayage.”

“None of the above, actually,” Giles said. “Everyone but Buffy gets the night off.”

“Excellent! Are we Bronzing, Will?”

“No, Xander, I can’t tonight,” Willow didn’t know how to lie to her oldest friend. “I have to…”

“Xander, do you want to patrol with me tonight? I would really like the company,” Buffy said quickly.

“Really?”

“Wow, Xand. Excited much?”

Xander toned down his response, but it was painfully obvious he felt he had been bestowed a great honor. “I mean, that could kill some time.”

“Okay, Will and I just have a few things to take care of. I’ll meet you in an hour or two at your house, Xander.”

“Great. See you all later.” Xander headed for the door.

“Oh God! Will, you so owe me one for that. And Giles, I’ll just tell you now, if he gets out of line, I will stake him. Will, you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Um, see you tonight, Giles?”

“Six, sharp.”

“Bye, Giles,” Buffy called over her shoulder.

“Good-bye, girls.”

Giles figured she hadn’t changed her mind. He also wondered what Buffy was up to. He got up to go home and get himself ready for the evening.

While Willow showered, Buffy had run home and brought back as many outfits as her supernaturally strong arms could carry. However, Willow was dismissing them faster than Buffy could come to their defense.

“Buffy, you’ve actually worn this?” Willow asked of a skin-tight leather number that seemed to be missing some parts.

“Worn it, I set the gym of my old high school on fire in that!”

“I bet you did,” Willow leered comically at her best friend.

“I did. You should have seen the shoes I wore. I couldn’t carry them here, but they are fan-tab.”

“Uh, Imelda, could we focus a bit? I can’t wear any of this, I don’t have the…that,” she said pointing at Buffy. “What do you think of this?” Willow pulled a plastic wrapped garment from the back of her closet. She pulled the plastic covering up enough to show Buffy the tea-stained lace the dress was made of.

“Will, let’s see the rest.”

The dress was beautiful. It was long sleeved, knee-length, and had small iridescent seed beads stitched into the bodice. It was the most feminine thing Buffy had ever seen; of course it was the perfect choice for Willow.

“Where did you get that, it’s gorgeous!”

“At a resale shop. It’s vintage, smell it.”

“Which,” Buffy asked, quite confused.

“I mean it smells old. Good, clean, but old.”

“Well, let’s take it for a test drive.”

Willow slipped the dress over her head and turned so Buffy could zip the back.

“Will, with the bonus sexy points for needing help with the zipper, way to go.”

Willow blushed very slightly, and asked Buffy what she thought.

“It definitely doesn’t suck.” High marks from Buffy. “So, what are we doing with your hair, I’m thinking loose and free…” Willow had pulled her long red hair up and was looking in the mirror. She looked like a movie star. “Or up. Are you sure you need me for this?”

“Of course, Buffy. Does this look okay?”

“Will, if you dressed like this everyday, all your clothes would have drool-stains on them. Everyone would be all, Cordelia who.”

The girls giggled and then went to work on Willow’s hair. They settled on a braided bun with lots of wispy strands framing her face and flirting with the back of her neck. The widow’s peak Willow had always hated actually added to the look, and both were satisfied.

“Will, I gotta run. I told Xander I’d meet him, and it’s been almost two hours. I don’t want him coming here and playing twenty questions. Besides, then I’d have to deal with him all drool-y from you, too.” She smiled at her friend, who was about to take a very big plunge into the world, one she hadn’t even gotten to yet. She was slightly envious of her friend, but only a bit. “You look great. I know what Giles is going to say.” She did a very bad impression of the Englishman, “Willow, you look absolutely stunning! Hand me a scone.”

Willow laughed with the Slayer and asked, “Buffy, why do all your impressions of Giles end in “Hand me a scone”?”

“Because that’s the funny part. I have to run. Xander’s going to have kittens if he thinks I’m standing him up. I’ll get the clothes tomorrow, along with smoochie details. Bye, Will. You look great.”

“Bye, Buffy.” She almost didn’t want Buffy to leave. She had been alone with Giles plenty of times, but this was so obviously different. And what if he simply decided he couldn’t risk it. Willow looked together on the outside, but inside was another story.

 

Part Three

She went about hanging up the clothes Buffy had brought, and thought back to the time she thought of as B.B., Before Buffy. She owed Buffy a lot; and now she was about to experience one more exciting thing through her. She was hanging up the last dress, if you could call it a dress, when the doorbell rang. The clock on her nightstand changed from 5:59 to 6:00. Willow froze for a moment, then, worried he would leave, she flew down the stairs to the door.

She peeked out the peephole first to make sure it wasn’t Xander looking for Buffy. She saw Giles had a bouquet of flowers in his hand and was looking at his watch. Willow twisted the knob, and took a deep breath.

Giles was beginning to think she had changed her mind. Willow had told him six, but now he remembered that six to an American is different than six to the British. However, he thought he heard someone inside, and hoped it was not her parents. He did not think, hi I’m here for your daughter was going to go over very well. He saw the knob turning, and thought to himself for the umpteenth time that day, Ripper, you leach.

The door opened and Willow looked out. Giles wasn’t wearing tweed. He had on normal, non-librarian pants, an Oxford shirt, and a nice jacket. He still looked nice, but he looked more relaxed. Well, at least his clothes did.

The woman in front of him shocked Giles. This was not the Willow Rosenberg who helped him research demons and other hell spawn in the library. He realized he was staring, and finally said hello and offered the flowers. Willow invited him in and closed the door behind him. She excused herself to put the flowers in a vase.

She came back, and placed the flowers on an end table and breathed deeply of their aroma. “Giles, thank you. They are absolutely beautiful.”

“They pale in comparison to you. You look exquisite, Willow.”

“Thanks. Buffy thought you would say stunning. You look great, too. All not tweedy.”

There was an awkward silence, as they both tried to come up with something to say. They ended up speaking at the same time.

“I have actually worn this before--”

“Buffy also said something about scones--”

They both stopped and let out some nervous laughter. Neither knew how to continue. Finally Willow spoke. “Would you like to see the house?” It seemed like a good source of small talk.

“Certainly. It is very nice.”

Willow gave the librarian a tour of the house, and tried to casually end it at her bedroom. She had put away most of her stuffed animals, and added some candles to the empty places. She had not wanted Giles to see all her little Willow stuff. It might have made things more nervous, though how, she didn’t know.

Giles had tried to comment on something in each room. He didn’t want Willow to think he had come just for the sex. Well, he had, that is why she had asked him here. But, he didn’t want her to think him too eager. He also thought it might relax her.

“And this is my room. I have CD’s and tapes and stuff, if you want to listen to anything. Oh and there is lots of stuff to drink. Would you like anything? I have tea.”

“That would be nice. Willow, can I help you with it?”

“No, thanks. I’ll be just a minute.”

As she left the room, Giles wondered if he was doing the right thing. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t. But he had taken things to far, and if he stopped now, he might hurt her even worse. Her self esteem and confidence had risen slightly thanks to Buffy, but if he left now, all that would be shattered.

He also doubted if he could make himself leave. Giles had spent many a sleepless night thinking about Willow in a non-librarian way. He truly wanted to hold her, touch her and love her. But mostly, he wanted to have the chance to know her outside of slaying. He, unlike Xander and Buffy, never thought of Willow as Research Girl. True, she was very good at it and was always a help, but Giles felt there was something else, besides this evening, that was going to draw them together.

He looked out her window at the beautiful evening and smiled. Just then Willow came back with the tea. She had everything neatly set up on a silver tray that she set down on the bed. Their polite sips were the only sound in the house. Giles finally spoke.

“Willow, you are a wonderful hostess. The tea is wonderful.”

“Thanks.”

“Willow, you know nothing has to happen tonight. It is completely up to you. I can just be over for a spot of tea, if you wish.”

“Giles, if you have changed your mind, please let me know. Preferably before I make a fool of myself.”

Giles was silent. Willow’s eyes dropped to her teacup, bracing herself for the blow.

“No, I haven’t changed my mind.” She looked up and found him looking into her eyes.

“Giles.”

“Yes.”

“Kiss me.”

Giles set his cup on the tray and placed the entire tray on the floor. He moved closer to Willow, taking her in his arms as he had so many times in his dreams. He brushed her lips with his fingertips and ran his palm up her jawbone. He held her cheek as he placed his mouth gently over hers. Her lips were softer than anything he ever imagined and he pulled her a bit more firmly to him. Willow’s hands had found their way around his neck and were gently stroking the back at his hairline. She was clumsy at first, but as he knew, she was a fast learner. In just a few moments, she had begun to kiss like a seasoned veteran.

As Giles lowered her slowly back onto the pillows on her bed, he removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. She ran her hands over his chest, just feeling everything. She couldn’t believe a man was kissing her and seemed to actually like it. This thought made her feel braver. She opened her mouth just slightly, and he jumped at the opportunity, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth and brushing it against her own.

He was lying on his side next to Willow, and running his hands up and down her sides while kissing her. He felt every one of Willow’s movements as if they were his own. Still they shared gentle kisses, and Giles wanted to make sure she wanted to continue as much as he did.

“Willow, luv, do you want to stop? I don’t want this to be too much at once for you. Are you comfortable lying like that?”

“One, no, Two, it isn’t, and Three, I can’t think of anywhere more comforting. Now, less talking, more smooching.” She smiled at him and he returned it three-fold.

They returned to exploring each others mouths, and started exploring each others bodies. He wanted to make this evening special for her, so he took everything very slowly. He brushed her breast with the palm of his hand, and when she reacted favorably, he returned for a less fleeting feel. Giles felt the tiny beads on the dress under his hand and smiled. “This is really a beautiful dress, luv.”

“Thanks. I bought it for this evening three months ago.”

“How did you know this would happen?

“I always knew it would be you. If you had said no, I would have waited.”

Giles gazed down at her, amazed by her. He planted small kisses along her jawline, and then wandered down to her neck. The skin here was warmer than her lips, and he buried his face into the smell and heat of her skin.

“Willow, I have dreamt this so many times.” He spoke into her neck and she could feel the words more than hear them. “I hope I’m not dreaming now.”

Willow bit down on his sensitive earlobe, not hard enough to hurt, but enough that he stiffened up. “I guess you’re not dreaming, Giles,” she whispered into his ear and then began to gently suck on the lobe she had just bit. She pulled at his jacket and he managed to disentangle himself from her and the offending garment, sending it to the floor. He quickly memorized where it went, for in the pocket waited the protection he hoped to use later.

Giles continued to run his hands over the beaded bodice, enjoying the sensations as he kissed Willow’s lips, face and neck. He stroked both of her breasts and her stomach, each time going a millimeter lower. Eventually the path took his hand over her entire torso and her hips. He then ran his fingers under her small body and felt the zipper running up her back. He grasped the pull and looked into her eyes. “Willow, May I unzip your dress?”

Willow nodded her approval, but he was not taking any chances on this. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Giles. I’ve never felt more sure of anything.”

 

Part Four

He kissed her nose and she lifted her shoulders off the bed so he could reach better. She had expected him to unzip it and then remove the dress, but he did not. Instead, he stroked the flesh of her back with his fingernails, giving her gooseflesh and causing her to shudder. He looked at her with concern after the strange movement, but her smile told him all was well. He sat up and pulled Willow up to sit next to him. He then positioned himself behind her and began to kiss her back and down her spine. He kissed as low as he could, then placed his tongue against her backbone and ran it up to her neck, forcing himself to go as slowly as he could. When he reached her neck, he nibbled her earlobe and reached down to remove her shoes. They were slipped off in a matter of moments, falling where they would. Giles ran his hand quickly up Willow’s leg ending with his hand on her behind.

She got to her knees and turned to face him. She kissed his lips, and let her fingers begin to unbutton the Oxford shirt that was caging the Oxford man’s body. She pulled the shirttails out of Giles’ waistband as she came to the last of the buttons, and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She again ran her hands over his chest, this time feeling the soft hair under her palms.

Their lips found each others shoulders at the same moment. Giles had pushed the dress down just over Willow’s shoulders, but he was being held back by his shirt that was limiting his movements. He tore his hands from the perfect porcelain flesh that belonged to his lover and removed the shirt completely.

Returning to the bed, Willow, was lying on her back again. Giles took her hand and kissed the back gently. He turned her wrist over, and kissed the map of blood vessels under the heel of her hand. Finally he pressed his lips to her palm and placed her palm on his chest, over his heart. She smiled sweetly at him and snaked her hand lower and lower on his body until she brushed the bulge at the front of his pants. She touched the cool metal belt buckle and soon both of her hands were working on it. After she had gotten the button open and before she had opened the zipper, Giles gently took her hands into his. He looked into her eyes earnestly.

“Willow, do you really want this? We can stop right now, or slow down if you are unsure.”

“I am sure, Giles. I want you. And I want you to want me. Do you?”

“Yes, Very much so.”

Before she could return to the zipper, Giles began to take Willow’s dress off. He slipped it off her and placed it on a chair near the bed. Willow lounged on the bed in a white lace bra and panties set. Her hair was slightly mussed, but Giles thought it was the most beautiful he had ever seen her. He gazed at her for a long time, trying to memorize everything; her eyes, her body, her smell.

Giles returned to the bed, into his lovers arms. She placed kisses in various places on him as she worked on the zipper. Pulling it down, she reached inside the trousers and ran a tentative finger along the engorged member. Giles sighed at her touch. He unfastened her bra and tossed it on top of her dress. He held her close to him, loving the feel of her flesh against his. Willow wrapped her arms around Giles, arched her back, and pressed her breasts into his chest. They moaned at the same time, and he rolled her on to him and placed her legs on either side of him. She sat on his lap and felt his penis through her panties. She began to move her hips to increase the friction, but Giles stopped her.

“Wait just a moment, pet. We aren’t ready for that quite yet.” He rolled her back over, even though she protested. Giles stood, and removed his trousers and boxer shorts. He stood for a moment in front of Willow, waiting for a sign that he had gone too far. Willow, looked him up and down and moistened her lips with her tongue. She stood up next to the bed and pulled her panties off. They stared at each other for sometime, almost looking into each others souls. After forever had passed, Giles reached for his jacket. He removed the condom from the wrapper and put it on. He laid down on top of Willow and looked into her eyes.

“Willow, may I make love to you.”

“Yes.”

He mauvered himself between her legs in front of her opening, and stopped.

“Willow, this will undoubtedly hurt, maybe a great deal. If I hurt you too much, tell me. We can try something else. Alright?”

“I’m ready, Giles.” She smiled.

Giles looked into her eyes and began to push himself into her. He could see the pain in her eyes immediately, but also the joy. He pushed a bit farther, and stopped, waiting for her body to stretch a bit. Another small push and he felt her maidenhead against his penis. He wanted to pleasure her, but first he was going to have to hurt her.

“Are you okay so far, pet.”

She nodded. Her eyes never left his.

He should have tried stretching her out with his fingers first, but he wanted this to be romantic. He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips, and pushed himself further into her. Willow cried out and Giles instantly stopped. She was crying a bit, but moved her hips against him to say she wanted more. He kissed her cheeks, and spoke soft soothing words into her ear. He apologized for hurting her and said he would stop. She told him that she wanted him, completely.

“Giles, I’ve never known you to leave something half done. Please, make love to me. I love you.”

“Oh, Willow. I love you, too, my precious pet.” He kissed her full on the mouth and pushed past her maiden barrier. Willow bit Giles’ lip as he passed into her. She began to cry; he felt her shuddering around him. He told her again and again that he loved her, that she was perfect and wonderful. And that he was sorry.

“Giles, these are tears of joy. I’m so happy. This happened exactly as I’ve been picturing it for the last three months. I love you. Thank you, Giles.”

“But, pet, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” Giles said.

Willow’s virginal body had finally accepted Giles’ invasion. He began to pull out of Willow and then slowly push himself back into her. She drew in a quick breath as he slid into her. The feeling was amazing.

Giles continued his slow pace until he was sure she was getting enjoyment from this and not pain. When he was sure, he reached between their bodies and lightly stroked her clitoris. Another rush of breath and another. He sped up his pace as he pushed harder on the little nub under his finger. He kissed her lips, cheeks, and neck. Finally, he found her nipple and he twirled his tongue around and around it.

All the new sensations built in Willow, craving a release. Giles pressed once more on her clit and Willow dropped over the edge and into the world of pleasure. She called out Giles’ name and dug her nails into his back. The rhythmic tensing of the muscles around his penis made him want to climax as well, but he postponed his own release to make sure Willow was indeed completely satisfied. He returned to the slow motion love they had enjoyed earlier.

“Willow?”

“Yes?” She was breathless. And happy.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m extra-special fine, Giles. How are you?”

“Not quite to extra-special fine yet. Are you sore at all, do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she called out. “Don’t stop. I want you to enjoy me as much as I enjoyed you.”

“Okay. It won’t take but a second, you feel so wonderful.”

Giles began to thrust in and out of Willow faster. Soon Willow was even rocking her hips against him. He was wrong; it took more than a second. Willow began to make noises like she was near a second climax, so he waited for her to come again before he did. They climaxed together, each crying out the others name.

Giles lay on the bed next to his beautiful Willow. She had been worried about the blood, but once Giles assured her it was normal, she was happy to lay in his arms.

“Did I hurt you too badly, Willow?”

“Yes, but you more than made up for it.”

“Oh Willow, my dreams were never this good. Never.”

“Neither were mine. I do love you, Giles.”

“I know. I quite love you, too.”

“I’m sleepy.”

“Sleep, then. I’m not going anywhere.”

She was asleep before her eyes closed. Giles watched her sleep for a little while, then wrapped their bodies in the blankets and fell asleep. He dreamt he was making love to Willow. He hoped he would be able to both dream it and live it for the rest of his life.

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