Title: Unfeeling Guy
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters
Distribution: SB, Arwen , Nickie, Emilie, Fever of
Fate, Bite Me, Headquarters...anyone else just ask!
Spoilers: Something Blue
Summary: Willow accuses Giles of being unfeeling. He sets out to prove her wrong.
Thanks: Derek and Jeff, who had me write more!
Dedication : To Monique, a belated birthday present.
"Giles, I can't believe you!" Willow shouted, slamming the door of his apartment.
Giles turned at her voice, slight annoyance running through him. He didn't really want to deal with her right now. She looked angry, almost furious and the thought of another heated argument with her did not appeal to him.
Turning slowly, he said casually. "Yes, Willow?"
"How could you?" Willow stopped in front of him. "How could you take all my magic supplies away?!"
"Well, I could if I went to the dorm and asked Buffy to let me in, and then proceeded to gather your supplies." He smirked at her. "Which was exactly what I did."
"So, you just took my things without asking me?" She began to pace. "I can't believe this! Why would you do something like that?" She faced him, anger on her face.
Not being in the mood for another round with her, Giles snapped. "Why? Why?" He strode over to stand in front of her. "Because, as much as I hate to admit it, you're a risk."
"Yes, a risk." He stated,"Your emotions are jumbled, you're not thinking clearly...you rush into things..you don't take the necessary precautions.." he ticked off all her miscomings.
"That's not true." Willow said quietly.
"It is." His voice softened. "Willow, I'm not saying this to hurt you."
"You are." She shouted at him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Acting all superior and high and mighty." She stuttered, "You're...you're.."
"Willow, watch what you say...." Giles growled, his ire slowly rising to the surface.
"You're 'Unfeeling Guy'!!" She screamed out, her whole body shaking with anger.
As quick as lightning, Giles rushed forward, grabbed her arms and slammed her against the wall. Staring down into her eyes, his body hard against hers. "Unfeeling Guy?" Giles gritted through his teeth, his impatience and anger at an all time high. " Does this seem unfeeling to you?"
And with that, Giles crushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Sucking and pulling at her lips, she opened them slightly. His tongue instantly invaded, tangling with hers roughly, as if capturing her tongue to take back to his mouth.
Shocked for a moment, Willow responded, delving her tongue into his mouth, sweeping swiftly around, claiming her territory. She ran her tongue across the roof of his mouth, sending a shiver down his spine. Growling, Giles grabbed her hands and pressed her even more firmly against the wall. He could feel the hardness of her nipples against his chest. And he knew that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
Wanting her to feel his arousal, Giles wedged his leg between hers, rolled his hips, his erection firmly against her.
Willow groaned deeply, involuntarily arching into his firm body. She wished he'd release her hands, so she could touch him. She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him, to feel his hardness against her, inside her.
Needing air, Giles broke the kiss, his chest heaving from lack of breath. He gazed at her, pleased to note that she seemed to be as affected as he. Her eyes were glassy, her face flushed and her breath was coming out in little gasps. The sight she'd made caused his body to heat up even more.
"Have I proved I'm not 'unfeeling guy' or do I still need to convince you?", he asked sexily, his hips grinding against hers.
Her eyes met his. The same glazed look she knew was in her eyes was reflected in his. Smiling sexily, she whispered, "Convince me."
"I was so hoping you'd say that."
Grinning like a cat eating a canary, Giles relaxed one of her hands, running his own up her arm. She tried to raise her freed hand but he stopped her.
"Don't." he ordered, looking into her eyes. She nodded and he smiled in satisfaction.
Reaching the front of her blouse, he fingered the first button sensuously, enjoying her reaction. Her chest was slightly heaving, and he could see her pulse pounding.
Leaning in, he kissed her softly, as his hand began its descent. Undoing each button slowly, his fingers brushed her lightly, causing her to moan into his mouth. Smiling to himself, he slid his hand underneath her blouse, separating the cloth with his hand.
Pulling away from the pleasure of her mouth, he released her other hand and used both of his to separate the material even further, exposing her breasts to his lusty gaze.
Willow was surprised that she was still standing. Between his passionate kisses and barely there touches, Giles was creating in her a need like no other. She desperately wanted him to touch her again, but knew he would do so when he was good and ready. Looking up into his eyes, she saw the raw passion reflected there. His eyes were dark and sultry, his gaze piercing her, singeing her.
Grinning lasciviously, he lightly ran the tips of his fingers over her breasts, down to her flat stomach. Her skin was softer than he'd dreamed. And he had dreamed many a time.
God, she was perfect.
He ran his hands back up her torso, his thumbs rubbing her skin in circles. Cupping her breasts, he softly squeezed the warm flesh, feeling her small body shiver at his touch.
Willow was positive that she was in heaven. The feel of Giles' hands on her skin was exquisite. Strong and rugged, his hands were both gentle and rough, his kneading possessive.
"Ohhh..." Willow exclaimed, throwing her head back when his thumbs stroked her sensitive nipples.
"Like that?" he asked huskily, watching her body quiver.
"Giles..." she begged.
"Well, do you?" he asked, removing his hands.
She opened her eyes, noticing the sly look in his. She knew that he was waiting for an answer. She should have said no. Should have turned him down, but couldn't. Her body was on fire and the only one to sate her was Giles.
"Yesss.." she answered, thrusting her breasts out towards his hands. "Yes, Giles. I like that."
Grinning at her answer, Giles decided to take pity on her. He replaced his hands with the warm haven of his mouth. Engulfing her breast, he began to nibble and suck her creamy flesh, his other hand playing with her nipple. He swirled his tongue around the hard nub, before lightly biting it with his teeth.
"Ahhh..." Willow groaned, holding his head to her breast preventing him from leaving.He smiled to himself, as he released her breast to lavish attention on the other.
Willow was sure that she was dying. The feel of Giles' warm mouth on her breast, his tongue dancing on her skin, caused all rational thought to leave her brain.
She didn't even remember why they were arguing before. And truthfully she didn't care.
Tangling her hands in his hair, Willow raised her leg and ran it seductively along Giles' side. She could feel the shutter rack his body and she repeated her gesture.
Giles groaned low in his throat, the sound reverbrating through her skin. He'd never been as aroused as he was at this moment. Her responses to him, the feel of her caused all his emotions to be whipped into a frenzy.
At first he'd wanted to punish her. His anger and frustration because of her outburst fueled his actions. But now, it was passion and love that guided him and he wanted nothing more than to make love to her.
He lifted his head and caught her leg as she ran it yet again along him. Squeezing her firm thigh, his thumb sensuously rubbing circles up and down her skin. He pressed himself against her again, his erection straining painfully in his pants.
Lifting her chin, Giles forced her to look at him. He wanted her to see what was in his eyes. To see his true feelings for her.
Willow met his gaze, her emerald green eyes locking into his. She was surprised at what she saw. She expected anger and annoyance to still be there because of her. She'd regretted her words the moment they left her mouth, but she couldn't stop herself.
Everything had been bubbling for weeks, and when she'd seen what Giles did, she flipped. She unfairly lashed out at him, accusing him of being superior and untrusting. And unfeeling. Even though, she knew deep in her heart that he was only looking out for her.
Because he cared. And the evidence was in his eyes. All she could see was love and tenderness alive in his beautiful gems. His beautiful green eyes that she wanted to drown herself in. To lose all her inhibitions, her senses in him.
"Giles?", she whispered, traces of yearning in it.
"Sshh.." Giles placed a finger over her mouth, his nerves tingling when she lightly kissed him.
Leaning in, Giles captured her mouth in a tender kiss. His lips caressed hers, his teeth nibbling her bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to him as possible. In turn, Willow's legs automatically going around his waist, her small frame lifted off the ground. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her fingers tangling in his soft locks.
As the kiss continued, it went from slow and sensuous to passionate and demanding. Like the first kiss .
Except this time, both were dominating.
Giles ran his hands up her back to grasp her shoulders, the hold pressing them even closer to the wall. He felt Willow's legs tighten even more, causing her pelvis to grind down on his aching groin. A pleasure and a pain.
The feel of his erection on her throbbing center was driving her mad. As she grinded down on him, her tongue tangled with his, doing its own version of the cha-cha.
Needing air, he released her mouth, his body shaking with longing. "Willow, I need you."
A surge of heat flowed through her at his words. She grabbed the sides of his head and crushed her lips to his. Kissing him hard. After a few seconds of contact, Willow pulled away to stare at him.
"Oh God, Giles.." her voice trembled with emotion. "I need you too."
Growling in satisfaction, Giles reached under her skirt to grab her underwear. With one swift yank, he pulled it down, ripping them in the process. Easing her body down his, he removed the ripped material, tossing the damaged panties to the side.
At the same time, Willow's fingers undid his belt quickly. Grasping his zipper, she fumbled for a moment before yanking it down. She felt his hands on hers, helping her to slide his jeans and boxers to the floor.
He wrapped her up into his arms again and briefly kissed her before guiding his erection inside her.
"Ohhh!" They both moaned, each one savoring the perfectness of the union.
After a moment, Willow urged him on by running her leg along his side. Taking the hint, Giles grabbed her, and lifted her up so that he could have deeper access to her.
Wrapping her legs for the second time around him, Willow pulled him in closer, causing him to penetrate even deeper than before. He grabbed her hips in a bruising manner as he thrusted into her warm channel. Her tight muscles squeezing his shaft with every stroke.
He licked her neck, sucking on the creamy flesh, before biting down gently, leaving his mark.
"God, Rupert..." she grained harshly, her legs tightening even more, trapping him with her heat.
Giles sped up, his movements coming in short quick thrusts. Slipping his hands underneath, he grabbed her firm behind, squeezing as he repeatedly impaled her. Wanting to feel his mouth on her skin again, Willow urgently guided his head to her breasts, needing to feel his mouth on them.
Smiling to himself, he did what she wanted. Taking a hard nub into his mouth, Giles sucked and licked her breast, his mouth keeping pace with his body.
"Ohh..Rupert!" Willow moaned, holding him tightly to her. Her body started pushing against him harder, needing release.
Spurred on by her actions and unable to last any longer, Giles thrusted deep one last time, going as deep as he could, filling her with his essence. The combination of his thrusting and his mouth engulfing her breast was enough for Willow. Her climax ripped through her, causing her body to shake uncontrollably.
As they slowly came down, Giles disengaged her legs from his waist, slowly lowering her to the ground. He held her tightly, not wanting to separate himself from her just yet.
Willow slowly came back to her senses, her arms grabbing him in a stronghold, as if trying to anchor herself from the out of this world climax she'd just experienced.
Finally after awhile, Giles asked, "Willow, love?" he stroked some damp hairs out of her eyes.
"Hmmm?" she murmured, speechless.
"Is everything alright?" he asked concerned.
Opening her eyes, she smiled brightly. "Perfect." She looked down guiltily. "Giles, I'm sorry. I was totally wrong. I didn't mean it when I called you 'unfeeling guy.'..." her lower lip trembled.
"Ssh..." Giles pressed his lips lightly to hers, kissing her softly. "I'm sorry too."
"For taking your things without your permission." He said, apologetically. "I had no right."
"Oh, Giles. You did that because you were worried about me.I should have known that."
"Yes, but that doesn't make it any less acceptable." he told her, running his hand down her face to cup her chin. Raising it to meet his eyes, he grinned lasciviously, "So, my little spitfire, there's still one question I need the answer to."
"Which one is that?"
"Am I still 'unfeeling guy'?" he asked, sexily.
She shook her head. "Far from it." Smiling slyly, Willow said, "However, I may need proof every now and then. You know good, hard evidence."
"What other kind is there?", he asked sultrily, before meeting her lips with his own.
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