Thanks to Beta Readers: Monique, Nikki, and Carla (the three Enchantresses)
The song, Iris, is from the album "Dizzy Up the Girl" by the Goo Goo Dolls, 1998. The song, I Love You, is from the album "Mirrorball" by Sarah McLachlan, 1999.
After leaving the Espresso Pump, Willow and Giles strolled through the cool night air toward his home. As they walked in comfortable silence, Willow heard the breeze gently caress the leaves of the trees along their path and the click of their heels on the sidewalk beneath them. She reflected on the wonder she experienced earlier that night when Giles had proclaimed his love for her in a song. Now, she enjoyed walking with him, feeling their bond strengthen with every step and relishing his earlier request for her to use his Christian name from now on. She was so intent on getting him alone that she was startled by his arm springing in front of her to stop them in their tracks. She saw him look slightly to their right and witnessed the muscle on the bottom of his left jaw twitch. "Willow," he said softly. "I believe we have company."
When she looked in that direction, she spied a pair of shadowy figures emerging from the evening mist. One of them growled slightly and spoke. "Well, look at what we have here? It's the Watcher. Won't Adam be pleased with the bounty we found tonight? And who are you, my pretty, pretty?"
Willow was barely aware of a dark, gnawing thing flooding her mind when, suddenly, her fear was transmuted into a cold, alien entity of arrogant malevolence. Not tonight, she thought. She had the Watcher almost right where she wanted him and these fledglings were not about to ruin her evening. Turning to Giles, Willow simply said, "Stay behind me, Puppy. I'll deal with them."
Although she was peripherally aware of Giles' confused expression and apparent paralysis due to her abnormal behavior, Willow turned to the vamps and said in a sing-songy voice, "My mother told me not to talk to strangers, but in your case I'll make an exception. If you two value your unlives, you better run like hell and put some serious distance between us before you make me cranky." Stunned, the vamps just stared at her. She continued in that haunting, childlike voice, "You don't want to see me cranky." Then, one of the vamps gasped, probably because Willow's pupils had become fully dilated as the magick welled inside her. The gasping demon ran off screaming into the night. However, the other one remained rooted to the spot.
Willow's lips curled into a cruel and deadly smile. "Smart friend you had there. Are you going to follow his lead or . . . are you going to make me go medieval on your undead ass?" Under her breath, she chanted, "Hecate, work thy will, let thy flames flow from my fingers . . . ." She paused waiting for the vamp to do something.
The vamp growled. Then, it charged.
She cried out, ". . . to kill!" All at once, a stream of fire rushed from her hands toward the vampire and engulfed it.
It screamed in the midst of its fiery holocaust, then quickly turned to dust.
Willow wiped the palms of her hands against one another and softly muttered, "Amy's spellbooks do have their uses." Turning to Giles, she asked, "Shall we go, Rupert?"
He failed to immediately answer because his mouth was hanging open in utter shock.
*****
A half an hour later and after barely surviving a thorough interrogation by Giles, Willow sat demurely at his feet as he cradled his guitar in his lap. Her hands held a steaming mug filled with Earl Grey tea. As she sat on the floor feeling more like her normal self, Willow failed miserably to cover the expanse of bare leg exposed from beneath her black leather miniskirt and the hint of cleavage from her long sleeve, maroon silk blouse. When she noticed that Giles gazed at her with a hunger in his eyes, she began to feel a little warm and relaxed just a bit.
"Will . . . Willow," he stuttered. "Is that the outfit you wore during Halloween a few years ago?"
"Why yes, Giles. It is. Do you like it?" she said, feigning innocence.
He gulped. "You look positively enchanting, my dear."
She could feel her smile stretch from ear to ear in response. She said, still smiling, "Why thank you, kind sir. So, what song are you going to play for your most devoted groupie, Rupert?"
"Well, Willow, I thought I would play another song from your favourite group, the Goo Goo Dolls."
"Hmmm. I suppose that's all right as long as you don't have me bawling my eyes out again. I've had enough angst to last me a week."
He reached down to cup her cheek in his strong yet gentle hand. "My dear, I never meant to cause you any pain. I would rather face the Hellmouth demon a thousand times over before I would hurt you in any way."
Willow caressed the back of his masculine hand with her tiny one. "Your song didn't hurt me. It just opened my eyes to see how lucky I am to have you in my life. You've always treated me like an equal and you've always respected both my intelligence and my feelings. I feel so special when I'm around you." He smiled in response and she returned his smile with a grin. "Now, go ahead and sing because when you finish, I have a little surprise for you."
As he began to strum the slow, walking chords on his guitar, Willow focused on his nimble fingers and wondered how skillful they were at other, more intimate endeavors.
Then, Giles began to sing.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want [you to] go home right now
Hey, she noted to herself. He changed the words in that last line from him not wanting to go home to . . . me not going home? A tingle travelled like an express train up her spine. 'Oh, yeah,' she thought. At that moment, Willow gasped, an action that appeared to go unnoticed by the man singing for her. Now, a predatory and hungry feeling took her over and relegated the cautious Willow to the cheap seats in the far reaches of her mind.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
He has such a nice voice, she mused. I wonder how it would sound if he screamed in ecstasy?
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Finish the damn song, Rupert. I want to hear you scream my name. I just love when they scream, she thought.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive
Giles' fingers quickly plucked the guitar's strings, increasing the tempo and building the music into a living thing. The song caressed her body and soul. Again, he honored her. Finally, his fingers froze for a moment, his frenzied strumming at an end. Then, he picked up the ambling gait on his guitar and sang,
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
When he finished the last chords, Willow finally drew a breath and sent some much needed oxygen to her brain. Slowly, she reached for her purse and stood up. She whispered to him, "That was beautiful, Rupert. Now, it's my turn." Moving towards Giles' stereo rack, she pulled a CD case from her purse, turned on Giles' stereo, opened the case, pulled out a CD and placed it into his player. She advanced the counter to the number that was etched in her memory and put the player on pause. Then, she returned to Giles, took his guitar from him and placed it reverently on the floor next to his chair.
Finally, Willow leaned over and rested her hand on either side of his shoulders while he sat in his chair. As she moved her face to the left side of his head, she softly nipped his ear and cooed, "I love you."
He nuzzled her neck and whispered, "I love you with all my heart, Willow."
She smiled and said, "I'm going to dance for you now. I want you to put your hands on either side of your thighs and keep them there until the song is over. Can you do that for me, Rupert? I promise to make it worth your while."
Giles audibly gulped. "Oh, yes," he hissed.
Willow hoped the internet article that she had researched would help her provide Giles with a show that he would never forget. She started the music and, shortly thereafter, a haunting chord sounded from the speakers. Willow closed her eyes and began to sway her hips wantonly to the music just before the mellow voice of Sarah McLachlan began to sing.
I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
Willow whipped off her blouse, quickly peeled out her skirt and kicked off her shoes. Giles gasped as she started to sway to the music again clad only in a black bra and matching panties that enticingly highlighted her luscious legs, firm abdomen, fiery red hair, and translucent skin.
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around us disappears
Hips swinging back and forth, an unusually confident and wanton Willow sauntered over to Giles. Reaching to the clasp of her bra nestled between her breasts, she slightly twisted its hook and separated the frilly cups. All the while, Giles' brow began to perspire. As the undergarment fluttered to the floor, Giles groaned loudly. "Dear God!" he exclaimed breathlessly.
It's just you and me
On my island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Willow scooted onto his lap, her legs straddling his body. She continued to dance and grind her body against his face and chest. Giles responded by savoring her aroused scent as it enveloped him and threatened to overwhelm his senses.
Let me surround you my sea to your shore
At that, he groaned. She brushed her left nipple against his nose while looking down at his face with a wicked smile on her lips.
Let me be the calm you seek
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
Willow wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, then caressed his chest with both of her small, perfect breasts. Meanwhile, her tender heat, even while imprisoned by her silk panties, began to leave a trail of moisture on his pants.
And I forgot to tell you I love you
And the night's too long and cold here without you
I grieve in my condition for I cannot find
The strength to say I need you so.
As the music swelled around them, she raised the fingers of her right hand to his lips and gently pried them apart. She bent down to peer deeply into his eyes. Witch-green locked onto soft green. She whispered, "I do so love you, Rupert," then attacked his mouth with hers. The tips of their tongues danced together for a timeless moment before she deepened the kiss. As they tasted one another, she could feel his length strain against the crotch of his pants in a vain attempt to touch her. It sought out her core like some living thing desperately seeking a way home. Deciding to give it a moving target, Willow began to rub her sex against it.
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
Giles began to softly chant, "Willow. Sweet Willow . . ." like a mantra. She became acutely aware that he had started to stroke her calves and her thighs with his hands. At first, she thought that she needed to punish him just a little for being naughty. But, she quickly forgave him. However, rules are rules, she mused. So she reached down and pushed his hands down against to his thighs, while whispering, "Not yet, Rupert. Be a good boy just a little longer. But, you can have this," she said as she thrust the hard, puckered tip of her right nipple between his hungry lips.
And I forgot to tell you I love you
And the night's too long and cold here without you
I grieve in my condition for I cannot find
The strength to say I need you so.
When the music faded, Willow whispered, "I need you so much, Rupert." Then her voice became lower, hungrier. "Now you may move your hands, my love."
Giles did just that. With an animalistic growl, he lifted her slight frame straight up into the air, vaulted from his chair, and slung her, belly-down, over his shoulder. As he carried Willow upstairs to his bedroom, he took shameful advantage of her position and playfully smacked her rump. "Why, you little minx," he drawled, "I had no idea you could be so naughty."
Willow giggled. "I guess you inspire me."
Once there, he carefully set her upon his bed as if he was handling the most priceless china. He stood next to the bed, looking down upon her, joy, reverence, and lust in his eyes. She returned his loving scrutiny with an intense look of longing. "I love you so much," she proclaimed softly, saying it in such a manner that no one could doubt that emotion had always existed between them from the beginning of time.
"And I love you, my darling, with all my heart."
Giles never took his eyes off of her as he quickly removed all of his clothing. As he bent over to remove his briefs, Willow stripped off her panties and lay before him in all her naked glory.
Suddenly, before Willow knew what hit her, Giles arched over her, his mouth locked onto hers, battling for both sweet dominance and blissful submission. Minutes later, when his lips left hers, Willow's eyes flickered open searching for them again, until she found them pressed against her neck. His lips and tongue began a slow, tantalizing journey down the entire length of her exposed flesh provoking gasps and moans.
Soon he rubbed his face against her mound. Willow felt his breath and shuddered, so aroused that his slightest touch burned like fire. He lapped up the dampness of her desire, making her thrash and wail, his tongue snaking around her opening, up to her swollen, aching hardness, then down to find new sweetness. Unexpectedly, she felt him insert a finger inside her and mewled when it began to make a 'come hither' motion against her inner front wall. In no time at all, she screamed and rose off the bed in indescribable ecstasy when she felt, for the first time in her life, the essence of her ultimate release rush against and around his intimate invasion.
For a moment, her world went dark as her senses shut down from sheer overload. Then, she heard a sing-songy voice reverberate inside her head. It said, "Ooohhh, that felt SO sinfully good, didn't it, Fuzzy?"
Willow's eyes snapped open to find Rupert's face with an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. Breathless, she croaked, "What . . . what the . . . hell . . . was that?"
He gently kissed her lips, then replied, "I believe that was your Grafenberg Spot, or more commonly called the 'G-spot.' Orgasms in conjunction with the stimulation of that area can cause a woman to experience an ejaculation of fluid."
For a moment, Willow just glared at him. Then she nearly fell out of the bed as she laughed her ass off. "Thanks for the lecture, Mr. Science," she teased. Giles was startled for a bit, then he joined her in a raucous round of laughter. When they sobered a few minutes later, she said, "Although you just rocked my world, Rupert, what I meant to say was, did you hear something?"
"Just your screams, love. I couldn't hear anything else," he said with a grin.
"And you're just pleased as punch, aren't you?"
"Well, love," he drawled as his tongue snaked out to caress hers. She flushed with warmth when she tasted herself on his lips. "Not quite yet, I'm afraid. However, I do believe that we have all the lubrication we need for the next round."
As he rose over her, Willow couldn't believe that she had just danced in Giles' lap. She couldn't believe that Giles had just given her an orgasm. An orgasm? She snorted to herself. That was SO way beyond a garden variety orgasm. It was more like . . . like . . . a quantum orgasm. Then, she couldn't believe that she was lying there babbling to herself while the man she loved was about to drive himself into her. Everything else now forgotten, Willow purred, "I'm ready . . . Ripper."
He growled and placed his erection against her opening. Willow whimpered with pleasure as she reached down to guide him inside of her. He slid his tip into her tight warmth, feeling her earlier orgasm bathe him as he squeezed his large shaft into her channel. Looking up at his beautiful face, she wrapped her arms around his neck and synchronized the rocking of her hips with the motion of his pelvis. As she began to pant and her groans grew louder, he began to accelerate, thrusting deep, hard, and fast.
"Deeper!" she demanded, as she began to milk him with her inner muscles. At that point, Willow lost all hold on rational thought as Giles shattered her pleasure barrier. She began to both suck and nip his left nipple, causing him to increase his speed even more. Giles reached down, cupped her firm buttocks with his large right hand, and pulled her pelvis hard against him.
She lifted her legs to cradle his waist, making her even tighter around him. When she felt herself spiral out of control, he slammed into her one last time and froze deep inside of her. Then he exploded like a nuclear bomb, causing him to fill her core with his essence and her ears with his screams. His release triggered her own as she imploded deep, deep inside herself, holding him within her like a velvet vise until her orgasm erupted all around him.
"God! Rupert! Oh God!" she screamed, hips churning, her internal muscles almost squeezing the life from him as they convulsed and clenched.
"Goddess," he murmured, when they finally rested in each other's arms.
"Which one?" she whimpered softly, still breathless.
"You are my goddess, Willow. You're the goddess of love and beauty that I, your humble servant, shall always worship."
Her witch-green eyes shined brightly with unshed tears. "I have never felt anything so wonderful, so perfect, in my entire life. I love you so much . . . I can't believe how long it took me to see it."
"We have as long as you like to make up for lost time, dearheart."
As she snuggled into his side, Willow yawned, closed her eyes, and murmured, "I'm partial to forever, lover."
*****
Willow wakened to the peaceful slumbering sounds of Giles. In the pale moonlight, she studied her beloved's face for a moment, reflecting on the most perfect night she had ever experienced. Then, feeling nature's call, she gently untangled herself from his arms and went to the bathroom.
She softly closed the door and flicked on the lights. After she relieved herself, she happened to glance at the vanity mirror. Willow gasped when she saw the black leather-clad demoness who wore her own face staring at her from inside the mirror.
"Alone at last! My, my, Fuzzy. You finally nailed that hottie Watcher! Nice going!"
Willow stuttered, "How . . . how . . ."
Vamp Willow smirked. "Oh, don't go get your panties in a bunch, Fuzzy. I'm not really here. I'm just a hypnotic suggestion that I implanted in your mind before I left your universe. I am a master vampiress, you know. It's just one of the perks of the job."
Willow shook her head trying to clear the bizzaro version of herself from her vision. It didn't work. "Why are you here?"
Vamp Willow gave her a surprisingly tender and wistful smile. "I triggered the suggestion to activate when you realized that you loved dear Rupert. When we were at the Bronze with that Slayer-bitch, Puppy, and the others, I saw how the Watcher looked at you while you wore my leather outfit. He stared at you like an alpha-class timber wolf eyeing his mate for some hot and heavy nookie."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. His glare got ME all hot and bothered even though he only had eyes for you. But you missed it because you were so distracted by the little guitar boy."
Willow's face fell a bit. "Guitar boy . . . er, Oz is gone now."
The vampiress laughed. "I know, Fuzzy. Remember, I'm in your head?" Then, she put on her version of the 'resolve face.' "Look, you and I may like to . . . play with girls at times. We even loved Xander as a girl loves a boy. But your Giles is a man who will help you blossom into a woman. You see, Fuzzy, it's too late for me." She grimaced. "I'm always going to be stuck at sixteen for the rest of my unlife. I'll never become a woman, feel a life grow inside me, hold my own baby, or have any grandkids. Tonight, he brought you across the threshold. My legacy to you was to give you the confidence to see it through."
Understanding dawned on her at that moment. "That's how I handled the vamps!?!" Vamp Willow nodded. "That's how --"
"You've got it, Fuzzy!" The vampiress grinned. "That's how you were able to perform that lap dance. By the way, you looked quite tasty while you danced for him, you know."
"Er . . . thanks, I think."
"Well," the vampiress said, "My work here is done! I guess I'll be going now."
Willow reached out to her doppelganger's hand but could go no further due to the unyielding surface of the mirror. "Goodbye. And thank you."
"Don't mention it. Besides," she cooed with a wicked grin, "your doing the horizontal mambo with the Slayer's Watcher-man should really hack that bitch off! Don't you just love win-win scenarios?" As she faded from view, the demoness said with a Cheshire cat grin, "Bye, bye, Willow. And remember, it's okay to be a little bad now and then!"
Willow stood silent for a moment facing her own reflection in the mirror. Then, she left the bathroom to wake Rupert up.
She gently nudged the sleeping man. When he began to stir, Willow chirped, "Hi, sleepy head!" As she began to caress his growing erection, Willow cooed, "So . . . do you wanna be bad?"
END