Title: The Concert (#2 E.C. Series)
Pairing: Willow/ Giles
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters.
Distribution: My site(Strange Brew); A Love Unknown; Willows Guys; Fever of Fate; French Monkeyness. Anyone else, just ask.
Summary: Sequel to 'The Birthday Gift'
Special note: I gave Willow a roommate. Her name is Ivy and she knows Willow does magic.
"What am I going to wear?" Willow shrieked. She was searching through her closet, whipping through her hangers like a mad woman.
Tonight was the concert. She was going to the Eric Clapton concert with Giles. And she wanted to look nice for him. And she didn't want to reason why.
"Where is my red shirt?" she muttered, sorting through the clothes at the bottom of the closet.
"Willow, calm down. Everything will be fine." Ivy reassured her. "How about your purple bustier?"
"Bustier? Don't you think that's a little..uhh...risque for a concert?"
Ivy rolled her eyes. "Willow, make up your mind. I thought you wanted to give Giles an eyeful." Willow turned to her in shock.
"What do you mean? I'm dating Oz." she said, trying to sound innocent.
Ivy smirked. "Next time, try to say that with more conviciton, okay?" She sat on the bed. "Willow, admit it. You like Giles. This is your chance."
"You think?" she said hopefully. She remembered what she just said and shook her head. "No, wait! What am I saying? We're friends. Just two friends going out. That's all."
"Right. I usually go crazy when I go out with my friends." Ivy laughed. "Willow, you're too funny."
"Yes. The way you keep deluding yourself into thinking that there is nothing more than friendship between you and Giles. You want Giles. Plain and simple."
"It's not simple." Willow whispered. "Besides, what makes you think I want him?" she said a little haughtily.
"First of all, it is simple. I know you're dating Oz but you're not bound to him. Feelings change. People change. You can't stop it evn if you wanted to. And I don't think you want to." Willow looked at her in surprise. "Second, how do I know you want him? Hmmmm, let's see.. Well, you talk about him more than anyone else. Most of the pictures you have up have Giles in them. You have more pictures of you and Giles together than you and Oz. You spend alot of your free time with him studying magick. Third, if this is just a friendship date, then why are you getting all dolled up?"
Willow sat on her bed. "All right. You want me to say it. I'll say it. I want Giles. I'm in love with Giles. You're right." Ivy smiled. "The reason I didn't want to acknowledge my feelings is because I don't want to hurt Oz. Again. I told you about Xander and what happened last year, right?" Ivy nodded. "Well, I really hurt Oz that time and I don't want to hurt him again."
"You'll hurt him more if you're not honest with him. You'll be staying together for all the wrong reasons. It isn't fair to you or to him. Him because you'll be stringing him along. And you because you'll be miserable." Willow looked at her thoughtfully. "Look. Don't get me wrong. I like Oz. I do. But, it seems to me that you love Giles more." she stood and went to her desk. As she sat down, she turned to Willow, "Besides, Giles has that sexy accent. How cool is that?"
Willow started to laugh and soon Ivy joined in. When they finally got control of themselves, Ivy asked. "What time is he picking you up?"
"Six. What time is it now?"
She looked at the clock. "Five fifteen."
Willow jumped up. "Oh God. I only have 45 minutes. And I still have to do my makeup." she exclaimed as she ran to the bathroom.
Giles hummed to himself as he got out of the shower and toweled himself dry. He put his robe on and walked into the bedroom. Standing in front of his closet, he pondered what to wear.
Tonight was his date with Willow. And he wanted to dress special for her. Something that she wouldn't expect him to wear. And he didn't want to analyze why.
Flipping through his clothes, he let his mind wander to Willow. She was an amazing woman. Aside from being incredibly beautiful, she was intelligent and possessed a maturity beyond her years. She was thoughtful, charming and innocent yet he suspected, possessed a hidden passion that was just aching to be let out. And if he was honest with himself, he wanted to be the one to let that passion out.
He knew it was wrong. He knew that there was a significant number of years between them. He knew she was Buffy's best friend. He knew she was dating Oz.
And he bloody well didn't care.
He was in love with her. Had been for a long, long time now and this was his chance to tell her, to show her. And he wasn't about to pass it up .
"AHA! Just what I was looking for!" he exclaimed. He took the clothing off the hanger and walked back to the main part of the bedroom. He checked the clock.5:15.
'I'd better hurry' he thought.
"Okay. How do I look?" Willow asked, spinning around.
She had on a burgendy paisley top with cap sleeves that were slightly off the shoulder. Her black skirt rested a little past mid-thigh and on her feet, she wore Chinese black ballet shoes. Her hair was pulled back casually with a few long wisps framing her face.
She had on more makeup than usual. Usual being only lipgloss, but tonight, she had on the works. Blush, eyeshadow, mascara and extra eyeliner that made her emerald eyes even bigger.
"Great. You're gonna knock his socks off." Ivy remarked and went to the window. She peered out. "What kind of car does he drive again? I think he's here."
"A Citroen. Whitish gray. Kinda of old looking." she stated as she packed her purse.
"It's him all right. Remind him, to get a new car." Ivy leaned out farther. "Oh MY GOD! Is that leather I see?"
Willow came over. "What?"
Ivy pointed. "See, it looks like he's wearing leather pants." Willow's jaw dropped. "If I didn't give you a good reason for dating Giles before. I have one now. Two words. Leather pants."
The phone rang and Willow went to answer it. "Hello?"
"Willow, it's me." Giles spoke, "I'm downstairs, outside the dorm. And I can't get in."
"Oh! I forgot to tell you. Just press the button near the phone and the doors will open."
"All right. See you soon!" he hung up.
"He's coming up." Willow said nervously and went to the mirror to check herself.
"Relax. You look fine. Now, remember, don't think about anyhting else. Only Giles." A knock came on the door. "He's here."
Willow stood up and Ivy went to answer the door. She peered out the peephole and opened the door. "Hi Giles."
"Hello, Ivy. I'm here to pick up Willow."
"Sure. Come on in." she motioned with her hand and stepped back to let him in. He stepped inside and all Ivy and Willow could do was stare.
He was handsome. He had on a tight white shirt that accented his firm chest and he had on one of those past the waist leather coats on, but that wasn't what was eye catching. It was the tight, black leather pants he wore that fitted him nicely. They showed off his strong muscular legs and even firmer behind. On his feet he wore a pair of black Doc Martens boots.
That wasn't the only thing that was different. His hair was combed so that it was spiky and he also had no glasses on, and a silver hoop earring in his left ear. He looked incredible.
At the same time, Giles was getting an eyeful of Willow as well. She looked ravishing. His eyes slowly traveled up and down her body, taking her all in. The short skirt highlighted her long legs and the fitted top showcased her firm breasts. He felt his body start to respond and he shifted to hide it.
"Willow, you look beautiful." She blushed.
"Thank you. So do you. I mean, you look incredible."
He smiled sexily. "Thank you.", he extended his hand. "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded and took his hand.
"Wait!" Ivy ran to her desk and picked up her camera. "Let me get a picture of the two of you."
Giles smiled and pulled Willow closer to him. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and she did the same. They both smiled brightly as the flash went off.
"Thank you." Giles grabbed Willow's hand, gripping it tightly and headed for the door.
"Have fun!" Ivy called out, winking at Willow.
"Don't worry, we will." Giles grinned as he and Willow left the room.
"So Giles, how far is it to Blockbuster Arena?" Willow asked. They had been driving for a little over a half hour now and she wasn't sure if she could sit still any longer.
"Probably forty-five minute drive. More or less." Giles replied, looking over at her. "Excited?"
She nodded. "Yep. This is my first concert."
"Yeah. My mom thaought that concerts were and I quote 'A place where hormonal teenagers congregate to listen to earsplitting and mind numbing noise.'" she smiled at him. "So hence, I never went to one. How about you?"
"A few." he shrugged. "The Who, Stones, the Clash but never Cream. They broke up before I was of age. I'd always wanted to hear their songs live." he turned to give her a brilliant smile. "Now I can."
She blushed. "Is Eric Clapton your favorite member of the group?" Giles nodded.
"He's exceptional on the guitar. He combines blues, rock and little jazz to produce these amazing riffs that send chills up your spine." he said, excitedly.
Willow was looking at him, amazement and happiness on her face. She loved Giles like this. He was talking with so much passion, so much enthusiasm, that he was acting like a kid in a candy store. She'd only seen him like that a few times before. When he had found some obscure prophecy after long hours of research or the time she handed him the pages on Ascension, he'd bubbled over. But never like this. It was wonderful to see him so happy. And to know she made it happen was icing on the cake.
"Hey! You played the guitar, right? Did you want to play like him?"
He nodded. "I think every guitarist wants to be like Clapton. " he laughed, then raised his eyebrows questioningly. "How did you know I played? I never mentioned to anyone before?"
She squirmed. "Well...ummmm..Remember the Egyhon incident?" he nodded numbly. "Well, when we were trying to find out how to stop it, we had to look through some things in you office. And Xander found a picture of you, in a leather jacket holding a guitar."
"You're not mad, are you? I mean.." He held up his hand to quiet her.
"Willow, it's okay. I'm not mad. Just surprised, that's all."
"Do you still play?"
He shook his head. "No, but I still have it." he looked at her, smiling. "I could play for you sometime, if you'd like."
"I'd like very much." she beamed. They grinned at each other when a thought occurred to Giles.
"Willow, I've been wondering. How did you know I liked Eric Clapton?"
"Well, remeber when I had to borrow those Ella Fitzgerald albums of yours for my History of Women in Music class, last quarter?" he nodded." Well, I remember, as I was looking for the Ella records, that you had alot of Cream albums. So, I thought about getting you something from them but I wasn't sure what albums you had already, so I went on the Internet. Typed in Cream, saw Eric Clapton's name, it totally slipped my mine that he had been a member, and went on his official website and saw the advertisement for the concert. And boom-bam, I had two tickets." She said, brightly.
"My, that took considerable effort, Willow." he said admiredly.
"Anything for you, Giles." she beamed. He smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. He reached out to stroke her hair, "Thank you again, Willow." he said huskily. "Best present ever."
"Your welcome, Giles."
In the parking lot of Blockbuster Arena:
"Oh my. How many people are they?" she exclaimed, noticing the sea of cars. Giles was right. It had taken about an hour and fifteen or so minutes to get here from Sunnydale. And it seemed like it would take another half hour to just park the car.
"Tens of thousands, probably." Giles said, as he paid the parking fee. "Thank you." he threw the ticket on the dashboard and proceeded to follow the trail of cars into the lot.
As they were chugging along, Giles stole a galnce at Willow. She looked radiant. Aside from her spectacular outfit, it was the look on her face that enchanted him. Her eyes shined like emeralds and her smile lit up the night. Not to mention his life. But, it was knowing that he was the reason for her...radiance, her happiness was the biggest thrill of all.
Hearing a honk behind him, he snapped out of his reverie and followed in the direction the parking staff was pointing to. Slipping into the designated space, Willow exclaimed." Allright! We're here." bouncing slightly in her seat. She caught Giles staring at her and she said sheepishly," Sorry. I guess I'm a little excited."
"Nothing to be sorry about, Willow. If I wasn't so busy parking the car, I'd probably would have jumped up and down in my seat too." he grinned, teasingly.
She blushed and kissed his cheek." You're one in a million, Giles." she stated before opening the door and stepping out.
He sat there for a moment stunned before getting out of the car. Coming around to her side, he grabbed her hand and lead them to the arena.
After entering the gate, they realized they had some time before the show started, so they decided to look around. There were booths and booths lined up, selling anything with Eric Clapton on it. Everything from sequined T-shirts to buttons to full length posters. Willow spotted a booth selling programs and remarked. "Look, programs!"
Giles turned to see and asked, "Do you want one?"
"Yeah. But, I'll get it Giles." she reached for her purse and he put out his hand.
"It's on me, Willow." he said, before heading over to the booth.
Willow looked at him fondly. Giles was wonderful. She was so glad that she'd gotten him the tickets. Even though, it took awhile to find the right gift, seeing Giles happy was worth it.
While thinking to herself, she didn't notice someone coming up to her. Standing next to her, he said." Hello, little lady." she looked up and saw a tall, lanky man talking to her. "You're not alone, are you?" he asked, his voice oily.
She shook her head. "No, I'm here with someone."
Willow took him in. He was lanky with longish blond hair and penetrating blue eyes. He appeared to be in his twenties and fairly good looking, but nowhere near as handsome as Giles.
"Are you sure? I don't see anyone." the stranger drawled, looking around and moving closer to her.
She moved away. "He'll be right back."
"Well, why don't I just hang out here and wait with you until he comes back. If he comes back." the guy grinned sexily and before he could reach out to put his arm around her, Willow felt a strong arm around her waist.
"I'm back." said Giles, his voice taking on a possessive tone. He handed Willow the program. "Here, love."
"Thank you." she smiled sweetly and wrapped her arm around Giles' waist, holding him tightly.
The stranger looked perplexed. "He's your date?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem?" Giles answered, brusquely before Willow could. He didn't like the way the man kept looking at Willow. He was looking at her like she was fresh meat ready to be eaten. He felt a possessive urge take over him and wanted nothing more than to punch him.
The stranger shook his head, chuckling. "No, man. It's just he's not what I expected you with, sweetheart." he said, looking at Willow. Giles' ire rose at that and he stepped forward predatory.
Willow held him back. "Hey! Listen, whoever you are! One, don't ever call me sweetheart. And two, Ripper here is exactly my type. Unlike you, who's not." she snuggled closer to Giles, smiling wickedly. "You see, I only go out with real men. Not boys." she commented, looking pointedly at the stranger. And with that, she and Giles walked away.
Once out of earshot, Willow said, "Gods, he was annoying. I'm so glad you came along when you did, Giles." she squeezed him around the waist.
He squeezed her back. "Me too. The idea of him laying even one finger on you.." his voice took on a menacing tone with a hint of jealousy mixed in.
Willow stopped and turned to face him. Her head tilted, a slight smile on her face. "Jealous?" she asked, hope and teasing in her voice.
"Do you want me to be?" he grinned sexily and walked a few steps away.
She stood there in shock. Did he actually say that? "Giles!"
He turned back, giving her a lazy grin. "C'mon, love. Show's going to start." he said, grabbing her hand and leading her into the arena.
By the time they got to their seats, the show was going to begin. The place was packed. People of every age group were there. Young and old, teen and seniors, all came out to see Eric Clapton. Willow was amazed. She turned to Giles. "Are these okay?" gesturing to the seats.
"Center. Row 12. They are more than okay, they're unbelievable." he looked at her, his face shining. "I don't know how you managed it, Willow, but thank you." He reached over and pulled her into a hug.
She pulled back slightly. "You're welcome, Giles."
The arena lights dimmed and the stage lit up, Willow and Giles turned to the stage. As the first notes of 'White Room' were played and Eric Clapton stepped out, the crowd began to roar. Willow and Giles looked at each other, each one thinking what a special night this was going to be.
"In the white room, with black curtains near the station..."
The crowd cheered wildly, hooting and hollering. Everywhere people were singing and dancing to the beat. Willow looked over at Giles and smiled. He was singing along, his eyes glued to the stage.
"At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd...Consolation for the cold wound now forgotten.."
Giles turned to see Willow swaying her shoulders seductively. She had this sly little smile on her face, a 'I've got a secret' smile. Her body was oozing sensuality, causing him to want to act on impulses he'd only dreamed about.
She turned, catching him staring at her. She grinned brightly and grabbed his hand. He gripped it hard and gazed down at her. Normally, he would have been flustered and embarrassed at her catching him staring.
But tonight, instead of feeling embarrassment, he felt...almost a..sort of self-satisfaction at being caught red-handed.
He hadn't felt this alive in ages. So happy, so carefree. Best of all, absolutely no worries. Smiling, he pulled Willow closer and planted a kiss on her forehead.
She grinned, mildly disappointed that he didn't kiss her on the lips. But when she looked up, he was smiling, a smile full of promise.
The crowd began clapping and they realized that the song had ended. Both of them joined in and were yelling their hearts out.
Before the audience could simmer somewhat, the sounds of 'Crossroads' were already being heard. Barely catching a breath, Eric Clapton started to sing:
"I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees, I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees asked the Lord above for mercy, Save me if you please.."
Giles began to whistle and Willow started to scream. Soon, they were both lost in the song.
Two songs later ( Badge & Pretending):
"Now, for a slight change of pace." said, Eric Clapton as he started to strum the guitar. " This is dedicated to one of the greats in reggae. Bob Marley."
The notes of ' I Shot the Sheriff' poured out over the arena. The steady beat of the drums and Clapton's easy playing brought the arena to an almost mellow, relaxed state.
"I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
I shot the sheriff, but i did not shoot the deputy"
Willow and Giles faced each other, each one singing the song. They both beamed. Willow started to move slowly, swaying with subtlety. Her eyes on Giles the whole time.
"I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, but they say it was a capital offense."
Willow sang right along with Clapton, the whole time sweeping her eyes up and down Giles' body, taking him in. He felt his body surge with heat at her stare.
'Two can play at this..', he thought smugly.
"I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense."
This time, it was Giles who was singing along, swaying his hips towards hers. Reaching out, he let his hand travel down the side of her face, to her shoulder then slowly down her arm, his hips still moving in rhythm of the song. Willow gasped and noticeably shivered. The touch of him was electrifying. She sensually moved closer to him, until both of them were swaying slowly, seductively but yet still not touching.
Their movements were teasing, arousing, intoxicating. Their eyes could look nowhere else but on each other, as if under a hypnotic spell.
"I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot the deputy oh no
I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot the deputy oh no"
They continued dancing, slowly until the last strings faded away. The arena burst into applause and Willow and Giles snapped out of their reveries. Shaking their heads, they mimicked the crowd's response.
"You're a great dancer!" Willow yelled in his ear.
He grinned devilishly. "I'm great at many things." He said in her ear.
She quirked her eyebrow and a lazy smile lit up her face. He returned one of his own, his smile playful yet sensual. At that moment, both of them knew that as the night went on, things could only get more interesting.
Two more songs later ( Cocaine & Lay Down Sally):
Suddenly the mood of the concert changed from a mellow and laid back atmosphere to an upbeat, energetic one. As one of the backup singers started to shake the tambourine, the audience, along with Willow & Giles, screamed.
"After midnight were gonna let it all hang down
After midnight were gonna chug-a-lug and shout
We're gonna stimulate some action
We're gonna get some satisfaction
We're gonna find out what it is all about."
When the music started playing and Eric Clapton started strumming, Willow and Giles started dancing. Shaking, bobbing, clapping to the beat, both of them were caught up in the fast tempo and pounding beat.
"After midnight we're gonna shake your tambourine," Willow sang along while undulating her hips in time with the music. She turned her head to see Giles doing almost the same thing. He was singing along, tapping his foot. Noticing her, he pulled her so that she was slightly in front of him and started to grind against her. Willow quivered as her backside touched his hard muscular leg. She began to move with him, so that their bodies were in sync. Turning her head, she smiled widely, shaking her upper body so that her breasts shook. His eyes glittered and he pressed more firmly to her. She moaned softly and before anything more could happen, the song ended.
As Willow started to pull away, the electric sounds of 'Layla' blasted through the area. The crowd screamed and hollered, clapped and stamped their feet. This was the loudest they had been all night. Hearing the first notes of 'Layla', Willow jumped up in delight while Giles gave a long and loud whistle. Willow laughed in delight at Giles' enthusiasm. It was wondrous to see him so relaxed, so free.
"What'll you do when you get lonely
And nobody's waiting by your side
You've been running and hiding much too long
You know it's just your foolish pride."
"LAYLA!" Willow and Giles sang to each other along with the rest of the crowd.
"You've got me on my knees." Willow shimmied against Giles, her eyes dark with desire.
"LAYLA! I'm begging darling, please." Giles sang, his eyebrows raised suggestively at Willow, causing her to shake her hips even more.
"Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind..."
The audience became louder and excited as Clapton riffed, the sound pulsating throughout the area.
"I tried to give you consolation
When your old man had let you down.
Like a fool, I fell in love with you,
Turned my whole world upside down."
"LAYLA!" sang Eric Clapton, at the same time, Giles pulled Willow to him and sang in her ear, "WILL-OW!" She shivered as he continued, "You've got me on my knees, WILL-OW!" his hand traveled down her back, over her behind, "I'm begging darling, please."
"(Layla), Willow , darling won't you ease my worried mind." Clapton sang as Giles did the same, his eyes sparkling .
Willow bit her lip sexily, her eyes never leaving Giles' face. She began to shake her shoulders, then her hips seductively. Putting her hands on her hips, she pressed herself to Giles and danced halfway down him then back uo. He gazed at her, his eyes dark, focusing only on her. He grinned the grin that Willow knew well.
She smiled slyly, still moving as Clapton sang,
"Let's make the best of the situation
Before I finally go insane
Please don't say we'll never find our way
And tell me all my love's in vain."
"LAYLA!" Willow and Giles screamed at each other, their faces close enough to kiss.
"You've got me on my knees.."
"LAYLA! I'm begging darling, please." they sang to each other, their eyes never leaving the other's face.
Hot, piercing, penetrating, they stared at one another, the looks searing, burning the other.
"LAYLA!, darling won't you ease my worried mind."
"LAYLA!" Giles sang to Willow.
"LAYLA!" Willow sang back to Giles.
As Eric Clapton sontinued singing, she started dancing again. This time for Giles. Shimming, shaking, breast and hips gyrating. Her eyes were locked on his, almost daring him to do something. Anything.
He was mesmerized. His whole body was focused on hers. Her eyes were hot, sultry as he knew his own must be.
Teasing, tempting, tantalizing.
Her movements combined with the electric sounds of 'Layla' pulsating throughout the arena were telling him, daring him to respond to her performance.
And he did.
Not caring if anyone was watching or of right and wrong, Giles dug his hand into her fiery hair and pulled her flush against him.
Before she could do anything, his lips came crashing down on hers. She gasped and her mouth parted in a little 'o'. That was all the invitation Giles needed.
Slipping his tongue inside her mouth, he sweeped away all resistance, claiming her mouth as his. He explored every nook and cranny, form the roof of her mouth to the edges of her teeth.
Shocked but most definitely excited, Willow entangled her tongue with his, emulating the same sexy dance that she'd started with her body.
He tightened his hold on her hair, tugging it so her head tilted slightly back, while she clung to him for support. Nipping, biting, licking, sucking at her lips, until both were moaning, thankful that the music drowned out their passion.
As Clapton played, and the last electric, throbbing sounds of 'Layla' were being heard, Willow and Giles were caught up in their own performance. A performance marked with passion, lust and pure animalistic need. A performance like no other. A performance that was meant only for the two of them.
And as Eric Clapton played the last riff and 'Layla' was winding down, Willow and Giles continued. Not caring about anything. Caring only about the moment.
This one erotic, perfect moment.
"There will be a 30 minute intermission!" the announcer said over the loud speaker.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Willow and Giles broke the kiss. They were both panting harshly, trying to catch their breath. Eyes were dilated, mouths swollen from passion, they were too busy staring at each other that they didn't notice the people leaving their seats.
"Excuse me?" asked, a lady pushing her way past both of them. Snapping out of his reverie, Giles looked around and concluded, "It must be intermission," he panted, "Would you like to get some air?"
She nodded and followed him out into the aisle. There was such a mad rush to the concessions that Giles feared he might lose Willow in the den of people, so he clutched her hand tightly, bringing her closer to him.
Navigating their way, once outside, Giles led them to an empty space on the grass. Plopping down, he slipped off his jacket and spread it out. Standing there, Willow couldn't help but stare. By taking off his jacket, she was able to see the subtle muscles of his arms and how nicely the shirt clinged to his firm chest. Her eyes traveled down his body, finally resting on his legs. With his legs extended, the leather seemed to tighten even more, especially in certain prominent areas.
Shaking her head, she noticed Giles holding his hand out to her. Accepting the offer, she let him guide her to the ground.
"Thanks." she said, tugging on her skirt which had risen up her thigh, a fact not lost on Giles.
Sitting there silently, both of them idly wondered if the other was going to mention the kiss. Breaking the silence, Giles spoke first.
"I guess I should apologize for kissing you," he looked over at her, "but quite honestly, I'm not."
"Neither am I." she replied, smiling softly.
He reached out to stroke her hair and she unconsciously leaned into his touch. Heads close together, their mouths inches apart, they leaned in to kiss when...
"Hey, man. Have a light?" a boy asked, holding a cigarette between his teeth.
At the sudden outburst, they broke apart. Looking up at the boy, Giles asked, "Huh?"
"I said, do you have a light?"
"Uh..no..Sorry." Giles answered, as the boy walked away. 'Bugger' he thought, glaring at retreating boy.
Now that the romantic mood had been broken somewhat, Willow leaned back on her hands, grinning mischievously.
"You look like the cat that just ate the canary," he exclaimed, mimicking her body position. "What is making you smile like that?"
"Uh unh." she nodded emphatically.
He smirked. "Well are you going to tell me why, my little temptress." he reached out and pulled a few strands of hair. "Or do I have to guess?"
"I'll tell... she sat up, patting his leg. "It's just..so good to see you FINALLY relax. I can't remember the last time I've seen you smile this much."
He pouted teasingly. "What? Are you trying to tell me you don't like my smile?"
Willow blushed." No. I didn't say that. I like your smile...very much." she said, eyes twinkling. "What I'm saying is that it's good to see you happy. I like you happy."
He ruffled her hair. "I am happy." he replied, staring pointedly at her, causing her to smile shyly.
Clearing her throat, Willow said, "You know, I'm having a great time so far." She turned and flashed him a grin. "Thanks again for inviting me."
Giles beamed. "Thank YOU for accepting. I know how busy you are with school and Oz...." he trailed off, his voice tinged with sadness.
Noticing his voice, Willow said hurriedly, "Oh no! I'm not that busy. Class is fine and Oz....well, Oz is away for a gig. A week at least."
"Oh?" he asked curiously.
"Yup. The Dingoes are starting to get a couple of gigs..mostly college towns. Santa Cruz, Santa Barbara.." she smiled shyly, "You know, he was excited when he found out that I was going to see Eric Clapton."
"Uh-uh." She nodded, smiling. "But not as excited as I was."
"I'm glad." he smiled. He looked down at the ground, "As much as I like Buffy, I'm glad she's not here and that I was able to take you."
"Me too." Willow glanced over at him. "Actually, she took it pretty well I thought."
He nodded. "Yes, she did. I just casually informed her that I wanted to take you. She started to make an argument for herself until I explained that it would be pointless to take someone who doesn't even know who Eric Clapton is."
Willow giggled. "If I recall, didn't she call him Eric Clinton?"
Giles chuckled. "Yes. I told her how much you enjoyed him and that it would be more fun to bring someone who appreciates his music." he recalled to Willow, the conversation with Buffy fresh in his mind.
'"Fun! You think I'm not fun!" Buffy bellowed.
"I didn't say that. I just said that since Willow likes Eric Clapton then it would be more fun to take someone who actually likes the person they're going to see." He stared at her pointedly, "Besides, you don't know who he is, do you Buffy?"
Buffy shrugged sheepishly. "No, but..."
"Is this going to bother you?" he asked, with a little sharpness in his voice. "Because it shouldn't.."
"No, it doesn't." Buffy smiled at him. "It's okay. Take Willow. She needs a break."
"Thanks, Buffy." he smiled brightly at her.
She pointed a finger at him, "Just remember, if you ever get tickets to see Beck in concert, you have to take me."
"I will." Giles promised, having no clue to what a 'Beck' was. '
Turning to Willow, he said, "Anyway, I promised to take her if I ever get tickets for some 'Beck' gig. That seemed to satisfy her."
"Good." Willow grinned and wiggled. "I'm having too much fun tonight."
"Are you?" Giles asked curiously.
Willow turned her body to the side, lounging like a sexy cat. "Yes." she replied, her eyes staring intently at him.
"And why is that?" he asked silkily, running his hand down her arm.
"Great music, beautiful night..." she answered, pointing to the sky.
He nodded, looking up to where she was pointing. "Hmmm... you're right." he glanced down at her, his voice becoming softer. "Any other reason?"
Gazing down, she answered just as softly, "The wonderful company." Giles' heart rate sped up at her words. He was about to speak, when she continued, "That's the best reason...the company." she softly told him, flashing him shy smile.
Pushing a few strands of hair off her shoulder, he replied. "That's my only reason for having fun tonight." he grinned slyly, "The wonderful company."
"Only?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "How about the music?"
Sitting up, Giles replied, "Well, his music is outstanding, but it can't compare to the company." he put his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.
Snuggling into his warmth, Willow sighed contentedly. The evening was turning out better than she expected. Being with Giles....talking to Giles was better than ever. She'd always loved spending time with him, discussing prophecy and magic, but this time it was different.
It was as if she was seeing Giles the person, not just a Watcher. An average person who liked to kick back and have a good time, a fact sometimes lost on everyone. He was just as interesting and easy to talk to as before. But with a slight difference. Tonight, he was more outgoing, more flirtatious, more bold than she had ever seen him. It was an sensational sight to see.
And how could she forget that kiss?
Wild, passionate, intense..The kiss was unlike any other kiss she'd experienced. The feel of his lips on hers, his arms around her, brought feelings to surface that she tried to bury.
At that moment, she wanted the kiss to last forever, not giving a rats ass about the concert, other people or anything. Every emotion she had ever felt for him rose tenfold during the kiss.
Love, lust, compassion, admiration, desire....
All these emotions caused by one kiss. One beautiful, fervent kiss that had made her want Giles more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. Including Xander.
She finally admitted to herself what she actually wanted to accomplish on this date. For Giles to view her as a woman, not just a research assistant. And to be honest, a potential girlfriend.
And to her elation, it was working!
The lusty stares, the intimate touches, the sexy dances Giles was giving her were obvious enough hints that he wanted her. So obvious even Mr. Magoo couldn't miss them!
And Giles was responding to her signals.
She knew that her behavior, her attitude towards him was more suggestive than before. Her own sensual dances, light touches and smoky glances came of their own accord. And Giles wasn't complaining.
In fact, to her delight, he was responding.
Gyrating, molding his body to hers while singing in her ear at the same time, he was expressing his desires asblatantly as she was. And neither one was complaining.
Tilting her head back, Willow looked at Giles, smiling. He was sitting there with his eyes closed, a sexy smile on his face. She reached up and very gently touched his lips with her fingers.
Opening his eyes at the contact, Giles blinked and grinned down at her. Noticing her smile and feeling her fingertips on his lips, he kissed them gently.
She chuckled softly and burrowed herself deeper into him, if that was possible.
"What are you smiling at love?" Giles asked huskily.
"At you." Willow sat up, staring at him full on. "You looked so peaceful with your eyes closed and that soft smile on your face. I don't remember the last time I saw you so relaxed."
Giles sat up as well, "That's because I haven't been so relaxed until tonight." He gazed at her, flashing her a Ripper-like grin that made her shiver.
Mistaking her shiver for the cold, Giles grew concerned. "Are you cold? Would you like to wear my jacket?
Not really cold ,but unable to pass up the opportunity to wear his jacket, Willow nodded. Standing up, she retrieved the jacket and slipped it on. The jacket engulfed her in its warmth and Willow inhaled the rich, musky smell that was Giles. Snuggling into it, she glanced down and asked, "Where should I sit now?"
Giles shook his head, clearing away all impure thoughts that had entered his mind the minute he saw Willow in his jacket, said, "Ummm..." he glanced down and a grin appearing on his face. "On my lap?"
Willow blanched for a moment, unable to comprehend what he was suggesting. 'Giles lap? Oh God.' she thought as she stared down at him. Realizing he was waiting for an answer, she replied, "Okay."
Smiling like the Cheshire cat, Giles reached up, grabbed her waist and pulled her down. Setting her on his lap, Willow moved around until she got comfortable. Her wiggling caused Giles' body to respond and he desperately hoped he would be able to keep his body in check. He didn't want to embarrass himself or her. And certainly didn't want to scare her.
On the other hand, the way things were going, it seemed unlikely to him that his body's response would scare her. Tonight, she was more provocative, more sensual than he'd ever seen her. Dancing with him, singing to him, Willow was voicing her desires loud and clear.
And he was answering the call.
Responding in kind, he was what one would say 'putting the moves on her'. Touching her intimately, in ways only Oz had, he was brazenly displaying his love for her with no regards to propriety.
And kissing her....
He knew he shouldn't have. He knew he was overstepping certain boundaries that had been created between him and Willow, but he didn't bloody care. Wanting to kiss her the moment he had first lain eyes on her, this was an golden opportunity for that want to be satiated. There was no way he was going to pass it up. Not for Oz. Not for anyone or anything.
Hot, fervent, passionate....the kiss was more than he dreamed. Holding her in his arms, her supple body pressed to his, awoke all the pent up passions that he had continually buried. The minute her lips met his, the untamed lust and love he had for her was unleashed. Ripper, the wild and wicked side of him, took over, kissing her with a savageness that rivaled an untamed beast. Normally, that side of him would be alarming, but tonight, he released it. Flirtatious and wicked, brazen and bold, tonight he felt less like the prim Watcher he had made himself into and more like the man that had been lusted after by half of London.
Stroking her hair, he sighed happily. And Willow....If her actions were any indication, Willow was enjoying Ripper, touching him, kissing him with the same fervor as he. Not surprisingly though. She had always been the one to accept that side of him. And the others acted like Ripper only existed when magic or something supernatural was occurring. Not really believing that he could exist all of the time.
But with Willow, Giles knew that she regarded Ripper as part of him all the time. The rare times he let that part out, Willow would act as if nothing unusual had occurred, while the others especially Buffy, reacted stunned and horrified.
Maybe that's why he wasn't afraid to reveal Ripper to her. Accepting, wanting and perhaps caring about Ripper, allowed Giles to unveil his true self, to divulge everything that was him without, worrying about being rebuffed or admonished.
Willow responded to his advances, especially the kiss with a passion that would have made Anais Nin proud. He always knew that underneath the innocence and quiet demeanor she exhibited, lay a fire burning, yearning to be let loose. He highly doubted that Oz or even Xander had been a receipant of such a arduous kiss. And even if they had, he suspected that neither boy handled it well.
Knowing Xander and Oz as he did, he figured that they might have been slightly wary with her ardor, wondering where their sweet willow had gone to. Probably worrying that some magical mayhem was the culprit, not even considering that was Willow's true self.
Coming out of his thoughts, Giles looked down to see Willow's face nestled in his neck, her breath caressing his skin, causing ripples of pleasure to course down his spine. Tightening his arms around her, he asked. "Willow, love?"
"Hmm?" she answered dreamily.
"Are you falling asleep?" he asked, an amusing tone to his voice.
Pulling away to Giles' disappointment, Willow replied, "No. I'm just relaxing, enjoying the moment." She wiggled making Giles shiver involuntarily, "And you? You were quiet too. Whatcha thinking about?"
Grinning down at her, Giles responded, "Oh,..just fancying a few thoughts." he stroked her hair languidly, tangling his fingers lightly in her hair.
"Now, if I told you that love, then all the mystery would be over." he grinned lasciviously.
Willow sat up straighter, her movement causing yet another shiver to singe through Giles. Mockingly, she asked, "Oh, being evasive now?"
"No, little pixie. I don't believe in showing all my cards at once." he smiled sensually. Looking into her emerald eyes, he asked seriously, "Isn't it more fun to let the anticipation build rather than spilling it all for an instant gratification?"
"Depends." She eyed him suspiciously. Giving him a smirk, she added, "Will it be worth the wait?"
Giles grinned lecherously. "I always am."
"Why Mr. Giles are you flirting with me?" she asked throwing her arm around his neck.
"Miss Rosenberg," he purred, resting his hand lightly on her knee. "Aren't we one to call the kettle black?"
Her eyes widened in surprise, causing Giles' grin to turn even more laschoivous. Seeing his grin, Willow returned it, leaning closer to him. Her gaze flickered to his mouth and back up to his eyes, meeting the fire there. Licking her lips casually, she bent down to kiss him when.....
"Five minutes to the second set! Five minutes till the second set begins!" The announcer boomed through the loudspeakers.
Willow jumped, almost sliding off Giles' lap. He caught her and held her. They were both breathing hard, from the loud announcement or the near kiss, neither one was sure.
Staring at her, he asked, "Are you all right, love?" he pulled her in a little closer. "Thought you were gonna jump off the roof there."
Scrunching up her face, she pouted. "Hey! Are you saying I'm a 'fraidy cat?"
"Well, if the shoe fits.." he teased, laughing as she huffed.
Scrambling off his lap, she stood up. He watched agape as she straightened his skirt and proceeded to walk away from him.
Jumping up, he strode after her. "Willow..." he pleaded.
Smiling to herself, she turned and faced him, a look of peeviness on her face. "Yes?"
"I didn't mean to insinuate that I thought you were afraid." Giles explained, his voice taking on a begging tone.
"And what did you mean exactly?" she asked, barely able to keep the laughter out of her voice.
"Willow, I'm sorry. I would never..." he trailed off, noticing her laughing softly. Raising an eyebrow, he asked. "Are you..."
"Pulling your leg?" she interrupted. "Yup. I am. Gotcha ya." she giggled, bouncing slightly.
Watching her, Giles knew he could never be angry with her. Striding up predatorily, he stopped in front of her. Her breath increased at his nearness, her body tingling all over.
Grinning, he said, "So you did." he gazed at her, losing himself in her emerald eyes.
Enraptured, Willow breathed out, "That you did." wondering if he was going to kiss her, wanting him desperately to.
Tilting her chin, he purred, "You do realize that I'm going to have to get you back for that one, hmmm love?"
A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes and she whispered. "I'm betting on it."
Willow and Giles just had enough time to slip into their seats before the second set was to start. As the lights dimmed, the crowd began to cheer. Willow and Giles looked at each other before turning their attention to the stage. The strobe lights brightened, the crowd's volume grew louder and Eric Clapton stepped onto the stage.
Giles whistled and Willow yelled, as the notes of 'I Feel Free' began to play. They looked at each other, smiling as the words washed over them.
'Feel when I dance with you,
We move like the sea
You, you all I want to know
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free...'
Willow gyrated, her hips swaying from side to side, her hands making designs in the air. With every note, every chord, her dance began to get more provactive, more enticing. She was losing herself quickly into the song and idly wondered if Giles noticed.
'I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd
I can drive down the road, my eyes don't see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud...
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free...'
Giles couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Willow. He was paying more attention to the show Willow was putting on, than the one on the stage. She looked like a fairy nymph. The one that he read in mythological texts, who frolicked and played through the woods. And he noted, the ones that loved to tease and tantalize others into capturing them.
'Well,' he thought lasciviously. 'This fairy is going
to be caught, and she will be mine.'
Giles reached out and grabbed Willow around the waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Seeing the surprise in her eyes, Giles smiled down sexily and began to grind his hips against hers, urging her to dance not just for him but with him.
Shocked but thrilled, Willow didn't expect this from Giles but she wasn't going to complain. She admitted to herself that her primary reason for the sexy dance was to awake a Ripper-like response in him. The same response that occurred in the first half of the concert. And he didn't disappoint her.
Moving her hips slowly, teasingly against his, Willow wrapped her arms around Giles, encouraging him to move with her, more in time with the music. Which he immediately did.
'I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are on huge crowd
I can drive down the road, my eyes don't see
Though my mind wants to cry out loud,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.
Dance floor is like the sea
Ceiling is the sky..'
With each word, each guitar strum, Willow and Giles' dance grew more enticing, more wicked. They were practically molded to each other, each one could feel the other's heartbeat.
'You're the sun and as you shine on me,
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.'
If there was a law against provocative dancing, Willow and Giles would be arrested right on the spot. As Eric Clapton's playing progressed, so did their dance. Limbs locked around each other, hips grinding against each other, their dance built to a fever pitch, each one wondering if it was possible to have an orgasm form dancing alone.
Just as they hit the precipice, the song ended and so did their dance. Coming back to themselves, they realized the song ended and clapped along with the rest of the audience. Breathing heavily, Willow and Giles looked at each other, both realizing that if the song had continued any longer, that there would have been no going back.
Two songs later: Born Under a Bad Sign and The Thrill is Gone(dedication to B.B King):
"Now, for a change of pace." Eric Clapton said, as he pulled up a stool onto the stage and sat down. He adjusted his hold on the guitar and began to pluck the strings expertly.
The crowd roared as the sounds of 'My Father's Eyes' streamed out over the audience. Leaning into the microphone, Eric Clapton began to sing,
'Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the air
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know how?
When I look into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes..
When I look into my father's eyes..
My father's eyes.'
Willow smiles as she listened to the words. She loved this song. This was one of her favorite Eric Clapton songs. It sounded so sad, so melancholy that it touched Willow deeply. She looked over at Giles to see if it was having an effect on him, too, when she gasped softly.
Giles was staring at the stage transfixed, his eyes seemed to be focused on Clapton's fingers as they strummed out the chords. Willow stepped closer and noticed slight moistness in his eyes. Worriedly, she moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, hugging him to her.
Feeling Willow's arm around him, Giles looked down and saw the worry in her eyes. Smiling reassuringly, he instinctively wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to him.
Resting his head on top of hers, Giles listened silently as the words carried over them.
'Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized.,
That's when I need the,,
that's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.'
Willow burrowed her head deeper into Giles' chest. She wondered why Giles was so affected by this song. She hoped that he had enough trust in her to tell her after the concert.
Wrapping both arms around him tighter, she felt him do the same and smiled contentedly. They stayed like that throughout the rest of the song.
'Bit by bit, I've realized.
That he was here with me
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes
I looked into my father's eyes
My father's eyes
My father's eyes
My father's eyes'
Two songs later: 'Change the World' and 'Blue Eyes Blue':
Applause rang through the arena, as Eric Clapton began to pluck the opening chords of 'Tears in Heaven'. Giles smiled as he pulled Willow in front of him, holding her close to him. Her back was pressed against his firm chest and he could feel a slight tremble course through her. Smiling to himself, he wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her into his warm, safe embrace.
Bending his head, he whispered in her ear, "Alright, love?"
She nodded wordlessly, the feel of being in his strong arms distracting her from speech. She sighed happily as she rested her head on his chest, loving where she was. Nothing in this world, could make her leave this position, all the safety and security she needed was right there in his arms.
Reaching around,, Willow placed her small, delicate hands over his forearms, pulling them tighter to her. Giles smiled sexily and leaned in once again, "Now, you're alright?"
"Yup." she answered, giving him a smile.
Feeling slightly emboldened, she leaned up and gave him a quick but hard kiss on the mouth. Pulling away after a brief contact, Willow smiled and turned her attention to the stage, leaving a dumbstruck but thrilled Giles to stare at her, before finally focusing his own attention to the stage.
'Would you hold my hand if I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand if I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day
'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven.
Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please,
Giles squeezed Willow, holding her close to his heart. His mind wandered a bit, thinking about the beautiful woman in his arms. Willow.
No matter who she was with, she'd always be his Willow. After all, she was the first one to meet him, to befriend him in Sunnydale. The first and truthfully only one to truly capture his heart from the very beginning. As his thoughts delved deeper, he noticed Willow's face. From the way she was turned, he could see her profile and saw crystal tear tracks run down her face, and realized she was softly crying.
Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he bent his head to rest on hers and whispered. "It's alright love. I'm here."
She turned her head to glance at him and a soft smile lit up her face. With an index finger, he gently wiped her tears away, before lightly kissing her cheeks. Feeling the sigh she emitted, he held onto her throughout the reminder of the song, softly singing along in her ear.
'Beyond the door, there's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven.
Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven.'
"For something a little lighter, " Eric Clapton explained as he stepped off the stool and stood in front of the microphone. "Now, some of you may recognize this song from a movie about a few years ago, entitled 'The Color of Money.'"
The minute the audience heard that, the arena exploded. Eric Clapton didn't even have to begin the music before everyone knew what song it was.
'It's in the way that you use it
It's in the way that you use it
It comes and it goes.
It's in the way that you use it,
Boy don't you know.'
Giles was still holding Willow in front of him, his arms loosening somewhat. Turning to face him, Willow smiled as she started to sing to him.
'And if you lie you will lose out,
Feelings will show,
So don't you ever chose it,
Don't let it go.'
Giles joined her, his rich voice sailing quite well over the few next to them. A few people turned to look at him, grinning in appreciation.
Giles blushed at the heads turning to him and he looked down at Willow, who was grinning proudly up at him. She squeezed his arms in excitement and reached up to pull his head down.
"You're wonderful!" She exclaimed. Giles blushed at her words before planting a soft kiss on the side of her head.
'Nobody's right till somebody's wrong.
Nobody's weak till somebody's strong.
No one gets lucky till luck comes along
Nobody's living till somebody's gone.'
"It's in the way that you use it," Willow and Giles sang similatanously. "It comes and it goes. It's in the way that you use it..boy dont' you know."
Facing each other again, Willow and Giles belted out, "It's in the way that you use it, it comes and it goes. " They both grinned giddily. "It's in the way that you use it, boy don't you know."
Both Willow and Giles, along with the rest of the crowd, did vocal accompaniment with Clapton throughout the reminder of the song.
"Now for a little Cream in your coffee," He joked as he began to play the opening sounds of a familiar and popular Cream song.
The crowd hooted and hollered, along with Willow and Giles who whistled and stamped their feet at the excitement of the song. This was one of their personal favorites, oddly enough for the same reasons.
To Willow, the song had 'witch' in it and everytime she listened, she thought Eric Clapton was singing about her. To Giles, everytime he heard the song, he was constantly reminded of the gorgeous creature in his arms this very moment. The pleasure he received from this song was pure heaven, for it brought up images of his wonderful, witchy Willow.
'Strange Brew...kill what's inside of you.
She's a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she's in love with you
Now, what you gonna do?
Strange Brew...kill what's inside of you.'
Still held willingly captive in his arms, Willow began to sway seductively in his arms, her hips moving in sync with the beat. She felt the leather of his pants rub against her bare legs every time she moved and she moaned. The feel of skin against leather was a delicious torture. She wondered offhand if he was as affected as she.
Giles' body immediately responded to her sexy movements. He wished she would stop moving like a wiggleworm against him, fearing he might embarrass himself.
'What the hell am I thinking?' he thought. Old Giles would be worried but the new, ex-Watcher Giles couldn't give a care. He didn't care if Willow felt his arousal. He wanted her to feel what effect she was having on him, wanted her to feel how much he wanted her.
Moving his hips in a circle, Gile pressed himself into Willow, grinding himself into her. He felt her tremble in his arms and he smiled with pride.
'She's some kind of demon messing in the glue.
If you don't watch out it'll stick to you.
What kind of fool are you?
Strange Brew...kill what's inside of you?'
Gyrating more, Willow pressed back into Giles and felt him shiver. Grinning to herself, Willow wiggled a little more, feeling his arousal. She knew that she was teasing him, but the way the night was going, she didn't care. They were both blatantly flirting with each other all night, each one pushing the sex button a little harder, a little more higher than before.
'On a boat in the middle of a raging sea,
She would make a scene for it all to be
And wouldn't you be bored?
Strange Brew....kill what's inside of you.'
Giles, becoming more aroused as the song progressed, wanted nothing more than to act on those desires. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself from feeling this way. He'd wanted Willow for so long and here she was almost giving him blatant permission to act on those wants.
How could he turn that down?
Moving in sync with her, Giles swayed and moved his hips in a way that made their bodies sway as one, like a gentle wave. Their bodies fit perfectly together. Like they were made for each other, which in Giles' mind they were.
'Strange Brew, strange brew, strange brew, strange brew.'
Swaying with the music, Willow and Giles sang the last few lyrics to each other. The suggestive lyrics and equally suggestive movements not lost on either of them.
'Strange Brew, strange brew, strange brew, strange brew.
Strange Brew...kill what's inside of you.'
"Well, like they say, all things must come to an end," Eric Clapton announced to the audience which groaned loudly. He laughed, "Well, I hope this makes up for it."
And with that he began playing the first notes of 'Sunshine of Your Love', which caused the arena to shake with noise. The crowd began to whistle and holler, scream and yell, stomp their feet so hard that it sounded like a dozen herds of cattle were running through the place.
Willow looked at Giles and beamed up at him. He caught her smile and flashed one of his own. This was his absolute favorite Cream song. Flashbacks of his rebellious youth in London rippled through his mind as the words and music washed over him.
'It's getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes
I'll soon be with you my love
To give you my dawn surprise
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling....'
Willow and Giles turned toward each other as they sang along with Eric and the rest,
'I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going'
Willow and Giles looked at each other and screamed, "In the sunshine of your love."
Giles laughed gaily as Willow did a little shimmy after that line. Willow's eyes twinkled as she took hold of Giles' hands and began to sing to him.
'I'm with you my love
The lights shining through on you
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seas are dried up.'
Willow wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as Giles wolf whistled in appreciation. Together they sang, "I've been waiting so long, to be where I'm going..In the sunshine of your love."
It seemed like everyone in the stadium was singing along with Eric Clapton. As the singing go tlouder, it seemed so did the guitar playing. The riffs that Eric was making earned appreciative whistles and screams from everyone, including Giles.
It seemed that his whistle was louder than anyone sitting around him, the whistle being long and hard edged. 'It sounded like a 'Ripper' whistle' Willow observed, her body shivering wiht excitement at that thought.
Grabbing her hand, Giles pulled Willow to him, her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest, and action that caused both of them to groan deeply.
"I've been waiting for so long, I've been waiting for so long. "Giles was saying directly at Willow, his eyes, body and voice displaying his intentions plainly.
'I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long.'
Willow was absolutely mesmerized with Giles' voice and movements. She could feel her body heat up as Giles' rich voice and equally rich body were turning her on immensely.
'I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love." Giles belted to Willow before crushing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Sucking and nibbling, Giles dominated the kiss, his mouth taking full possesion of her.
Willow surrendered immediately to his kiss, her body on fire from his actions. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her, not wanting the kiss to end.
"Thank you, everyone! You've been a most wonderful audience." Eric Clapton screamed as he continued to play the last chords of 'Sunshine of Your Love.'
And like the end of the first set, Willow and Giles were locked in a passionate embrace. Their minds and hearts entwined with each other, each one not caring about anyone or anything. focusing only on each other and on the moment. This one pleasurable, passionate, perfect moment that neither one wanted to end.
Why did Giles choke up at hearing 'My Father's Eyes'? Will all the sexual tension that has been happening, become something more?
Find out about these questions and more in the third story in this quadruple series, The Diner.
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