Foreplay
Author: B. Otaku
Rating: 18
Summary: Set after "Lover's Walk." Willow and Giles fight. And Shag. And hate each other until it makes them quiver. Love isn't brains, people, it's blood, blood screaming in side you to --
Whoa. Sorry. Gotta stop channeling Spike.
Disclaimer: Joss Rules. Don't Sue.
It had been a tense week; since Oz and Cordie had 'busted' she and Xander kissing, Willow had been entirely cranky. And the fact the everyone else just *had* to tell her their problems only made it worse. Giles had been riding Buffy about Angel for two weeks. Before that, it had been something he called "assuming responsibility" for her actions, both of which sent her to Willow's house crying as often as not -- for as emotionally strong as Buffy was, Giles knew enough about her to make her really lose it if he let himself go, and after training, all the stress came out with Buffy's best friend.
Guess who that was.
And after all that building up, Willow decided that she needed to relax a little and let off some steam, so she borrowed a page from Cordelia's book.
She'd been making a poultice for her skin in the library, as Giles was the only one whose mortar and pestle was big enough for the amount of herbs she needed. She'd been carefully measuring the ingredients, mixing them together delicately, then pounding them into small pieces, when he'd come into the room.
Giles saw her with a pile of herbs, his large white pestle and an old book open on the table, and assumed the worst. "Willow, what the hell are you doing?"
"Making a poultice, what does it look like I'm doing?" She smiled distractedly. "Hang on a sec; this part's real delicate." She lifted a small piece of lace from the table and crushed it in her hands. "Old Maiden's Lace. Outghta clear things up real nice." Willow dropped the dust into the bowl and stirred more. "Now it needs to sit for an hour or two in a dark dry place. Under the counter, I think."
Giles watched, irritated, as she shuffled behind the counter and shoved the bowl behind a pile of books that needed repairs. "You're using my library for more magicks? I've told you how I feel about you risking yourself with that kind of power. And you blatantly disregarded what I said to make a little poultice? You could have alerted every mage and witch in the next three states!"
"But I wasn't --" the redhead began.
"Be quiet and let me finish. You know that the identity of the Slayer is top-secret. And you know that unshielded magickal activity can leak information from the caster's mind. Do you know how much danger you have potentially put Buffy -- and us all -- in? Did you even think about it while you were making a poultice to -- what?" He looked down at the book once, then back up, angrily. "--to *maintain healthy skin?!?* I don't believe you!"
All the time he'd been yelling at her, she'd been seething. He was being just like everyone else, thinking of her as "little Willow"; thinking she needed to be coddled and treated like a baby, while meanwhile she was thinking responsibly and being a grown-up about things. Weeks of frustration with Oz, Xander, Cordelia, and Buffy came out in a scathing thirty second speech.
Willow's eyes flashed angrily and she came out from behind the counter to walk directly up to her mentor, grab his lapels, and shove him into a chair. "Now you listen to me, and listen very clearly because I will not be repeating myself. You, sir, are a pompous, arrogant, infuriating man who wouldn't know an adult if she reached up and bit him in the ass. You're so busy with your _sturm und drang_ life, your sorrow over Jenny and Buffy, to see what's been happening with everyone around you. I've grown up, Giles, and grownups do not do things to harm their friends or family. Unlike some people --"
"Wait just a minute, you little snot. First off, I think that my reaction to this -- thing you were making was justified. I didn't fly off the handle and start calling names. I'm an adult, child, and adults don't do that. Second, you are in no position to tell me about anything having to do with my life. You don't live it --"
"Neither do you! You sit in that fucking office and brood all day, like it's going to help anyone, and then you come out, and yell at Buffy, and at Xander, and push me away when I try to find out what's wrong! And one'd think that after the fiasco with the band candy and her Mom you'd be trying to make nice with her--"
"Excuse me? My relationship with Buffy is none of your business, and you'd do well to - -"
"It is my business, she's my best friend, and she's been coming over in tears at least once a week since she's been back and she always comes crying about you! What do you do to her, *Ripper*?"
Giles just growled, and his eyes took on a dangerous gleam. Willow knew, at that moment, that she'd pushed him too far. He stood and edged closer to her and she panicked, whirling away and bolting for the stacks with him at her heels. She made it into the back rooms, and lost him amongst the books.
Willow quaked with anger at Giles. She was angry that he'd been such an ass to Buffy lately, angry that he'd made her say those things. Mostly, Willow was angry that he was scaring her.
Willow rounded the next shelf and there he was.
She turned and ran as fast as she could down the aisle. She'd almost made it to the end when a pair of strong hands grabbed her upper arms and slammed her face-first into the wall.
"You lose." He said harshly into her ringing ears. He turned her around and used his body to pin her against the wall.
Willow dared to look up, and their eyes locked.
And then they were kissing. Willow couldn't be sure who started it, only that it was hard, angry, passionate kisses like she'd never gotten from Oz, who was always so gentle with her. She forced all thoughts of the werewolf from her mind, concentrating on enjoying this fantasy.
Willow felt a hand snaking up under her sweater, dragging down a bra cup, and forcefully pulling on a nipple. She groaned into his mouth and dragged her leg up around his waist, grinding against him and panting.
Their mouths fought a war for dominance, Willow struggling with her mentor, and finally asserting herself by reaching her hands up under his suitcoat and dragging her nails down his cotton-clad back. His head reared away and he groaned, then buried his face in her neck, sucking a trail down to her collarbone.
Giles was reveling in the scent, the softness of her. The way she was moving against him, her voice, her soft small breast in his hand...it was something out of one of his wildest and most secret fantasies. Through his haze of arousal, a voice in the back of his head kept yammering about responsibility and taking advantage.
Willow's mouth found his ear, and her pelvis was grinding against his growing erection, and the voice abruptly shut up. Her hands moved to his shirt, tearing off his tie, and clumsily -- but quickly -- unbuttoning it.
"Too many clothes." Willow grated out.
"Speak for yourself." Giles' hand moved from under her sweater to under her skirt, pressing between her legs and finding heat, dampness, soaking through her tights.
"The A.V. room. Now." He looked down at her for...permission? Approval? Need?
"Yes." All three, maybe more, were on her face, as he slung her over his shoulder.
When Willow found herself face-to-face with his backside, she did the only logical thing she could think of.
She took a bite.
He yelped, and pulled her back down in front of him, crushing her to his chest and kissing her again. "Do that again," he murmured against her mouth, "and we won't make it in there."
"Why can't we do it here?" Willow whispered quietly, making his arousal surge. He glared at her for a bit and finally, blissfully, dragged her into the room that stored all the TV's, VCR's, and slide projectors the school owned. The door also had a lock.
He ushered her in, locking the door behind them, coming up behind her and pulling her sweater up. She raised her arms, allowing him to remove it. Her bra fell to the floor next, followed by her skirt. As he rolled her nylons down her legs, he said, "You're beautiful, Willow."
She blushed and looked away from him as she stepped out of her nylons. His hands moved to remove her panties, but she brushed them away. "Not yet," she whispered.
She turned around to face him, and he sucked in a breath, taken aback by the smooth whiteness of her skin, the pink aureoles, the red hair and green eyes.
Her hands undressed him rapidly, following unbuttoning with little kisses, little scratches, little nips. She'd managed to arouse him to an all-time high, and he told her so as he pulled her on top of him on the pile of discarded clothing.
Her response was a smile, and as his head lowered to capture a nipple, she shook her head. "Skip the foreplay. I want you."
He groaned, and dragged off her soaked cotton underwear, dragged off his own.
She moved to lay down, and he shook his head, pushing her back up so she was straddling his legs. "No. I want you on top of me."
"Oh." She frowned. "But how?"
"Like this." He mumbled, grasping her hips to pull her up, forward, and impaling her on his cock.
A sharp intake of air and a feeling of resistance stopped him cold. "You're a virgin?"
Willow nodded.
"Why didn't you say so?!"
"I thought you wouldn't want me."
He smiled and pulled her into his arms, feeling more complete than he had in a long time. "I'll always want you, Willow. You should know that now."
"Then," she smiled, "Don't stop."
He rocked his hips into hers, pulling her closer in his arms and she moaned, "Feels good.You feel good. Nice."
"Just wait. It gets better."
Buffy was actually looking for a book. Granted, it was a romance novel, and a smutty one at that, but Giles would be happy to see she was reading something. She wandered around in the rear stacks for awhile, passing the poetry section quickly, and moving into fiction.
Something made a noise in the History section, and Buffy, ever curious, moved to investigate.
Someone -- or something -- was in the AV room.
Buffy knelt to look in the keyhole.
And nearly fainted.
Willow's head was thrown back, and Giles was kissing a trail down her chest while she bounced up and down in his lap. And they were both naked. God... Willow and Giles having sex...in the library...at lunch...
Buffy bolted.
Willow moaned as her lover's hand fell between her legs, teasing her clitoris. He was grunting in her ear, punctuating each thrust with a nip on her earlobe. She whispered in his ear, "I want you on top of me. Please."
Unable to do anything but comply, Giles flipped her over onto her back, pounding himself into her at a rapid pace. And then she said something about religion and came hard around him, sending him over the edge too.
Moments that were hours later, the pair disnetangled themselves from each other.
"Remind me to piss you off more often, Giles." Willow said wryly.