Summary: Takes place later the same night Giles gets beat up in Doomed.
Dedication: To Meawan, best-friend, sister, partner in crime, and Willow/Giles shipper. I love her anyway :)
Author's Note: It was supposed to be simple hurt/comfort, but Willow wanted smut.
Willow let herself into Giles' apartment. He sat slouched in the corner of his couch, sleeping. The wet towel that had once contained ice now lay on the floor. She moved to his side. His forehead and jaw were still swollen horribly and the blood in the slashes on his neck and cheek had dried, darkening them and making them even harsher looking against his skin. She had to admit though, even looking like Hell, he was still one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. She'd chosen her first crush on an older man wisely.
"Poor Giles." She gently smoothed back his hair, taking care not to touch any of his injuries. The contact startled him and he shook and thrashed himself awake. "No no Giles, it's just me Willow. Don't move around. You'll hurt yourself worse."
"Willow?" He blinked his eyes several times, trying to focus on her concerned face.
"Willow the Wonder Nerd," she smiled self-depreciatingly.
"You're not a nerd," he slurred, trying to sit up. His eyes widened momentarily, a glazed look to them. He leaned dizzily against the back of the sofa.
"Giles I wish you'd let me get you to a hospital. You look really bad. We could just tell them you got mugged."
"Again? They must think my neighborhood is worse than the whole of New York City. Ow!" His hand covered his ribs, his eyes shutting against the flash of pain.
"Please go? I'll stay there with you."
"No Willow." He reached out and held her hand. "I know what to do for concussion about as well as they do by now. If you could just help me upstairs to bed?"
"No." He opened his eyes, again trying to focus on her. "I'll bring you a blanket and pillow down here. I don't want you navigating those stairs in the middle of the night in this condition."
"Hey," she pointed to herself. "Resolve face. You know what it means. I'll stay here and take care of you." She stood and made her way to the stairs. "Using all my powers of geekdom for good and not evil."
When she returned, she placed his bed pillows in the corner of the sofa and fluffed them. She gingerly placed her hands on his shoulders and attempted to help him lay down. He stopped her. "Wait. I want to get my sweater off."
"Oh…uh…right." With slightly shaking hands, she took hold of the hem of his navy blue sweater and carefully pulled it over his head. Her eyes widened a bit. She had expected to see him wearing one of his white tee shirts beneath. Instead, she found herself gulping and trying not to noticeably stare at his naked chest. She couldn't help it though. Xander and Oz's chests, her personal realm of experience, had both been bare. Giles' had a sprinkling of hair that lent a masculinity to him the others had lacked. The hair tapered down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, narrowing and then disappearing under the waistband of his trousers. Again, Willow gulped.
He leaned forward reaching for his shoes. She knelt before him and placed her palm on his chest to stop him. "No, I'll do it." He nodded carefully so as not to induce another wave of dizziness. His skin was warm beneath her palm and Willow felt a jolt of excitement at touching him so intimately. After a hesitating a moment more, she pulled her hand away and set to work untying his shoes, then removing them as well as his socks. She put them under his coffee table and stood once more.
"Could you please get my sweatpants for me to sleep in? They should be in the top drawer of my dresser."
"Sure." Once again, she trekked up the stairs, only to appear moments later with the garment in hand. "Here you go."
"Ah, th-thank you." Her eyes trailed down and she saw that he had managed to unbuckle his belt. When she looked back at his face, she saw that he was now blushing. "W-Willow…I um…I don't know that I can stand just now."
"I…I'm going to need some more help getting these…on. Perhaps Xander coul…"
"No it's all right Giles. I can do it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're hurt. You can't help that." A tremor of excitement traveled down her body like an electrical current. If she got through the next few minutes without passing out herself, she was thinking of switching her major to Drama.
She steadied her hands as best as she could and reached for his fly. She unfastened his button and slipped the zipper down slowly, trying not to overreact when her hand accidentally brushed against the soft bulge beneath it. Willow put her hands at his waist and looked up at him. "I'm uh…gonna need you to lift your hips up a second."
He nodded and complied. She pulled the pants down to his thighs, revealing his black silk boxer shorts beneath. Her hands began to shake again. As she worked the trousers off of his legs, his hand began stroking the top of her hair. "You're not a geek either, you know. Percy is a moron."
"No he was right. I'm not hot. I'm not even tepid. That's why Oz got bored with me and left. I was never hot. I was just undiscovered territory. Once he got to explore a little bit, he realized it wasn't such a thrill after all and went away."
Giles' eyes were wide open now and looking clear for the first time since they'd found him bleeding on the floor earlier that night. "You listen to me Willow. Oz did love you. I know that for a fact. I can't fathom what his reasons were for leaving but don't for one minute think that you were no more than a conquest to him. I promise you, if I had ever thought that to be the truth for a moment, those wouldn't have been tranquilizer darts I loaded into my rifle. I'm sure what Percy means by "hot" is actually loose and terribly common. If he couldn't see you the way you are, then more fool him. And if Oz was stupid enough to throw away Shangri-La when he had it in his grasp, then good riddance. You have hair like fire, and a personality to match. You have eyes a person could lose themselves in. You, my dear, are the very definition of hot and don't ever let anyone tell you differently."
Willow was looking at him much like a deer looks at oncoming headlights. Giles took a deep breath and evaluated the situation. He was sitting on the couch clad in nothing but boxer shorts with Willow kneeling at his feet. And he had just informed her that she was the meaning of the word sexy to him. He inwardly cursed his tendency to analyze as it had an immediate effect on his body. One he was sure she'd notice since her current position had her practically eye level to it.
Oblivious for the moment, Willow simply turned her head silently and took hold of the sweatpants she had laid on the floor beside her. She placed Giles' feet through the legs one at a time and then pulled them up his body. Her hair lightly fell across the inside of his thigh. He had to bite his lip not to moan. Willow was about to ask him to lift his hips when she became acutely aware of the prominent protrusion in the front of Giles' boxers. At first her eyes widened, then she blushed and smiled. "I guess it wasn't just the concussion talking before huh?"
Giles opened his eyes and looked at her. He couldn't help but return her quirky smile. "It wasn't the concussion speaking Willow. I meant every word I said." His hand came to touch her cheek. "I know what it is to feel unwanted. It's an empty aching feeling. It hurts. I didn't want you to hurt anymore."
"Giles, have you been feeling unwanted?"
He sighed. "It seems you've all moved on without me."
"No no!" Willow dropped the sweatpants and sat beside him, her hand coming to rest on his knee. "We may have been taking advantage of you. And I'm sorry if we have. But all of us would be lost without you. We can live on a Hellmouth and not be too afraid because we know if something happens, Giles will know what to do to fix it." He blushed at the compliment. Her hand brushed his uninjured cheek. "We want you Giles." He lowered his head and was startled when her hand moved from his knee to cover his erection. "I want you," she whispered against his neck.
"Shh," she gently kissed the edge of his bruised mouth. She slid off the couch to come to rest on her knees before him once again. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. "Lift up." He hesitated, then complied, raising himself on shaky legs. When she had the underwear gathered around his knees, he sat back down.
His sharp intake of breath accompanied her lips slipping around the tip of his cock. As her tongue traced patters on its surface, his head lulled back in hazy bliss. She sucked him further into her mouth as her hand came up to fondle his scrotum. He began to moan, feeling the arousal strengthen and wane, strengthen and wane in his loins, legs, stomach. When he felt he could hold back no longer, he placed his hand on her shoulder and tried to gently move her away. She lightly slapped at his hand, smiling with his cock in her mouth. She took him all the way in then and pressed her finger tightly against his perineum. His moan filled the living room as he climaxed.
As he fought his way back from the edge of unconsciousness, he became aware of Willow pulling away after cleaning him. She calmly pushed his clothing the rest of the way off of his body. She stood, taking hold of his shoulders and lay him down against the pillows, then covered him with a blanket. Willow crossed the living room and pulled his recliner away from the wall and over next to the couch.
He was able to open his eyes just enough to see her smile. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. "Go to sleep Giles." She climbed into the recliner and took his hand. He gripped it tightly as he drifted off to sleep.
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