Title: Want. Take. Have.
Author: Jae Kayelle
Email: writetosell@sasktel.net
Rating: 18 W/G
Spoilers: Bad Girls
Disclaimer: 20th Century Fox and the WB own the characters, Joss Whedon owns the vision, I'm not making a profit.
Distribution: Strange Brew. My site, He's A Rebel: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Crater/7657/index.html otherwise, please ask.

Dedication: This is for Andrea because of her relentless badgering above and beyond the call of duty.




Willow knew her hurt stemmed from a kind of jealousy. Buffy had chosen Faith's friendship over hers. Part of Willow was well aware that Buffy had only been trying to protect her, but the rest of her was still struggling to accept that one time thing as just a one time thing. It hurt. Plain and simple.

It hurt and she was confused about it and still annoyed with Oz for not being around when she needed him. Comfort. She needed comfort.

Also, she was horny.

Instinct was driving her to the one source of comfort she really wanted.

What was it Buffy had told her was Faith's philosophy? Oh yeah. Want. Take. Have.

It sounded good. Somehow satisfying.

She stalked into the library a while after midnight. She'd tried sleeping but was too restless with need and desire.

Giles looked up from the table where he was nearly hidden from view by books stacked in front of him.

"Hello, Willow," he greeted her with a heartfelt smile.

The part of her that was still Willow and not Wild Girl, as she'd named herself on the way over, wanted to bubble back at him in a Willow-y way. Wild Girl wouldn't let her. Wild Girl strode around the table and halted, standing very close to the ex-Watcher. Giles was forced to lean back to see her properly. A slightly confused look crossed his face right before she reached for him.

"Wuhwil...?" he said into her mouth as she kissed him within a breath of his life. Giles' hands flew out to his sides, then they closed on her shoulders and pushed her away from him. Their mouths separated with an audible pop.

"Wow! Suction!" Willow grinned at him.

Giles put a hand to his mouth as he stared at her. "What is this all about?" he asked.

She noticed that he wasn't exactly complaining.

"Willow?"

The taste of the tea he'd been drinking on her tongue, she straddled his thighs and wound her arms around his neck.

"Call me Wild Girl," she whispered, thoroughly enjoying the liberation of her inner badness.

Their faces were very close, almost nose to nose. Giles' green eyes darkened so that the funny little hazel patch in his left one vanished in a haze of lust. Willow wriggled further up on his lap so that her crotch was positioned firmly over his.

Oh yeah. He wasn't complaining at all. He was clearly interested. She could feel him becoming more interested by the minute. She ground down on him.

"Willow..." he groaned, "why are you doing this?"

By way of answer, she raised up slightly then came down on him, moving slowly from side to side. She repeated it, her short skirt flaring out over his lap.

"Why?" she said. "Because I want to, that's why. I want you. I'm taking you. I'm having you. Do you want me, too... Rupert?"

She leaned in and flicked her tongue across his lips, slowly, sensuously. Giles pushed closer and captured her lips between his teeth, nibbling softly on her lower one.

Now that he was responding, Willow felt a sharp thrill race through her that went from the back of her throat straight to her core. Whimpering, she traded bruising kisses with him. Giles' hands were busy, traveling across her back in circles, moving lower as they went. His fingers pulled her sweater out of the waistband of her skirt then walked back up her bare back until he cupped her breasts. She hadn't worn a bra just for this occasion. His thumbs made twin circles around her nipples, raising them to hard points. The heat from his palms seared her sensitive skin and she thrust into it.

Dropping her hands to his belt, she quickly undid it by feel, too occupied with his kisses to look down. She fumbled a bit with the fastener, but managed to get the zipper down, rocking back and forth on his thighs in her ever increasing need. She finally pulled back enough to glance down and saw the bulge she'd, up until now, only felt pressing against her center. It was straining to get out of the confines of his trousers. While Giles sucked on her earlobe and then trailed kisses down her throat, Willow swallowed hard and reached inside the pants. She parted the silk of his boxers and found a different kind of exquisiteness.

It was velvety smooth and darkening with his desire even as she stared at it. The heat coming off him was heady, fever-inducing. Freeing it from the restrictive material, her touch was light but possessive. This was his secret, what she'd wondered about for two years. And now he was about to gift her with it. Just feeling the heaviness against her fingers was almost more than she could endure.

She squirmed against him, mouth watering in anticipation.

Giles tore his lips away from her breast, moaning in frustration.

"Willow, we can't go any further. We haven't any protection."

"Yes, we do." Reaching into the pocket of her skirt, she pulled out a foil wrapped packet and held it up.

"That's my girl," he grinned.

Willow stared at him a moment. Giles was gone. In his place was someone not quite Ripper, but definitely not a hesitating, thoughtful, afraid of hurting her Giles kind of guy. She planted a big happy kiss on him then set to work removing the condom from the package. While she did that, his hands dropped to caress her bottom. One stroke. Two. He stopped.

"Where's your underwear, young lady?" he asked in a mockingly severe tone.

"Oops. Forgot it at home," she responded as if it really didn't concern her, and it didn't.

"Shame on you," he growled. "No bra. No panties. Whatever shall I do with you?"

The condom rested on the tip of its new home. "Love me?"

He jerked her toward him in a savage kiss that nearly made her forget what she was supposed to be doing. Then he released her and they stared at each other, panting hard, and she remembered. She rolled the condom down the length of his shaft and, apparently unable to wait any longer, Giles grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up over him.

Willow reached down between her legs and guided him inside and he lowered her slowly, his teeth clenched as he tried not to rush it. She braced her hands on his shoulders and helped slow the process, on the verge of being overloaded with the magnificent sensation of being filled by him.

Finally, she was all the way down. He was all the way in.

Willow let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and looked at him. There was a look of wonder on his face that she suspected was mirrored on her own.

Gripping her again, he started to lift her, but she understood what he wanted, what she needed, and rose up on her own. As she moved, he thrust with her. It was amazingly easy to find a rhythm, as natural as breathing. Her fluids coated him more and more, allowing them to go faster and faster. Soon they were both pushing and rocking so hard the chair creaked threateningly. As it started to slide across the floor an inch or so with every thrust, Willow felt something powerful build deep inside her. Her breath caught in her throat. Frantic now, she rode him hard as he met her every time like they'd been made for each other. Then it happened.

A wave crested over her, drowning her in ecstasy, filling her with the most beautiful feeling in the world. She screamed out his name, hearing it reach the farthest point of the room and be absorbed by the books, their only witnesses.

Giles continued to pump up into her even as she sagged in his arms. Then he, too, cried out, yelling her name, and she felt a distinct warmth way up inside as he filled the condom with his essence.

His hands fell away from her hips to rest on her thighs. Willow leaned against his shoulder, spent beyond reason.

"It works," she whispered against his neck.

"I'd say so," he said, clearly not thinking the same thing she was thinking.

"No, I mean that whole want, take, have thing. It really works. I wanted you, so I took you and then I had you." She lifted her head as a thought occurred to her, the old Willow reasserting herself over Wild Girl. She looked at him, searching for signs that he was upset with what she'd said. "I didn't mean it that way. I just... I've wanted to be with you for so very long."

He lifted his left hand to run his fingers over and through her hair. "It's all right. I've wanted you too. I was afraid to say anything in case I scared you away. I'd rather have you in my life as just a friend than to lose you because of my unwanted advances."

Willow smiled fondly at him, practically bursting with the love she felt for him.

Shoving her fingers up into his hair and knocking his glasses askew, she asked, "Weren't you listening? Want. Take. Have." Then she kissed him thoroughly until he met the thrusts of her tongue with his own challenge. Wild Girl, who was watching from inside Willow, smiled, satisfied that her work was done.

# end

 

 

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