Title: Cave Witch
Pairing: PWP Willow/Giles
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters. No money shall be made from this story.
Distribution: Strange Brew, willowgiles, and anyone else just ask!
Spoilers: Beer Bad, Wild at Heart
Feedback: Lay it on me!
Thanks to Beta Readers: Gail, Nikki, & Carla
The afternoon sun bathed Sunnydale in its warmth as Willow drifted through the busy streets. She was so consumed by her mourning she failed to notice she had just entered the tavern that Xander had recently left due to the bad beer affair.
Her heart was still in pieces after Oz's departure despite Buffy's support and Giles's care and understanding. Even though the Veruca incident had occurred nearly a month ago, Willow's wound still festered for all the world to see.
She shuffled into the bar and only stopped walking when the counter physically constrained her further progress.
She looked up to find the bartender examining her.
"Excuse me. Aren't you one of Xander Harris's friends?"
Willow nodded stiffly. "I'd like a beer, please."
At first, he peered at her with guarded eyes. "A beer? You want a beer from me?"
She sighed. Assuming he had either realized that she was too young or that Xander had probably done something to annoy this guy, she turned for the door. "Sorry. Forget it."
"Wait. My name is Jack. I'll be happy to serve you some beer. Try this one," he said while reaching under the counter. "It's from my special stock." He pulled the dark brown bottle with a green label from the refrigerator and handed it to her. "Here you go. First one's on the house since you're a friend of Xander's."
Willow missed the slight smirk on the man's face as she brought the bottle to her lips . . .
Giles pulled the Citroen into its parking space, turned off its engine, and shut off its headlights. He didn't dawdle and moved from his car to his front door as quickly as one could while walking. Being outside at night in Sunnydale was not conducive to one's longevity. Once inside, Giles shut the door behind him. He went to the kitchenette and placed his groceries on the counter. Just as former Watcher prepared to put the items away, he heard a noise from his bedroom loft.
"Buffy? Willow? Xander? Is that one of you?" He heard no response. Giles crossed to his umbrella stand and retrieved a cricket bat from it. He crept up the stairs, stopped at the top, and flicked on the light switch. When the light came on, Giles dropped the bat and froze at the sight of a nude Willow standing next to his bed.
When she saw him, Willow smiled and ambled over to him with a horribly familiar sideways gait. She put her hands on his chest and began to sniff his torso and neck the way he had observed Buffy's examination of Xander when she had been affected by that cursed beer.
"Mmmm. Giles smell good."
Giles returned the favor and sniffed Willow. Although he detected the scent of honeysuckle that laced her silky, red hair and always made him weak in the knees, he also identified the unmistakable smell of beer on her breath.
*Oh no. Not again.*
"Willow, are you feeling . . ." He tailed off. *She wouldn't understand that!* He had to make it more simple. "How Willow feel?"
Her eyes narrowed. She struggled to interpret her thoughts, then said, "Willow lonely."
Giles sighed. "I know. Oz gone. Willow sad."
Willow frowned at him. "Willow lonely." She repeated.
Giles looked confused. "Er --"
Suddenly, he didn't like where this was going. It grew worse when she began to run her fingers over his chest again. He gently grabbed her tiny hands and removed them. Luckily, he didn't have to contend with slayer-strength. "Willow is a confused girl. Willow should rest."
Her eyes narrowed once more, this time in concentration. Before he knew it, his body catapulted several feet through the air to fall upon his bed. It took several moments before he realized that Willow had used her telekinetic powers to propel him across the room. He knew she could move pencils, but this! Giles thought hard. Perhaps in her primitive state, he reasoned, her mind was totally unfettered by any constraints. If that were the case, her power was unbridled. He gulped. In this state, the young witch could be even more deadly than a Cave-slayer running amok! A second later, Giles grew more uncomfortable when she gave him a smouldering, sexy pout.
"Willow no more lonely. Giles no more lonely." Her face brightened. "Willow wants Giles."
His eyes shot wide open. "Willow, the beer has you under a spell. It is making you say things that aren't --"
She cut him off. "Giles want Willow?" she said and lost the primitive gait.
*Christ! She looks like . . . she's stalking me?!?* He tried to clear his throat. "Willow . . . I . . . we should return you to your dorm." Giles tried to push himself off the bed but couldn't move against the invisible force that pressed against him.
Willow leaned slightly over him and presented her small, perfect breasts for his scrutiny. *How did my lips get so bloody dry?* He moistened his lips with his tongue. Then she began to run her slender fingers down the length of his body. When they came to rest against the bulge in the crotch of his pants, Willow graced him both with her special, thousand watt grin and expressive witch-green eyes. In response his heart caught in his throat and his erection hardened even more.
"Giles WANTS Willow!"
When Willow crawled onto the bed and straddled his stomach, Giles felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a rapidly approaching eighteen-wheeler. Sheer terror gripped his heart, causing him to shake his head rapidly from side to side. "No. . . Willow, please stop!"
She lifted her right eyebrow and regarded him with an exasperated expression. "No. No stop. Willow wants Giles. Giles wants Willow."
"N-no. Willow confused. Willow wants Oz. Oz."
Willow howled. "No! Oz hurt Willow! Willow hurt Oz!"
Anguish strained her lovely features as she fought to make him understand. She gripped his chin and forced him to look at her. "Giles helps Willow. Giles teaches Willow. Giles protects Willow. Giles respects Willow. Giles not hurt Willow. Willow loves Giles!" Willow caught her breath and frowned in thought. Then her face cleared like the parting of a cloudy sky that allowed the sun to finally shine through after a long rain.
"Willow loves Giles," she said softly and gently caressed his face. "Willow pretty?"
He heard the doubt in her voice. His heart melted completely and before he could think the better of it, his soul provided the answer that it had guarded since he had first laid eyes upon her three years ago. "Willow very beautiful."
Her fingers lovingly stroked his face. "Giles beautiful."
Giles was in deep trouble. Having her like that, straddling his abdomen, nude, was his most secret fantasy come true. If she really thought that . . .
He closed his eyes in resignation. "Giles not hurt Willow," she had said. He couldn't pleasure himself at her expense. She might never forgive him if she remembered after the spell had worn off. He knew he couldn't bear that.
However, she was extremely aroused; Giles could tell because moisture from her sex had soaked through his shirt. He couldn't leave her like this either, especially since she would maintain her telekinetic hold on him if he didn't please her . . .
"Giles needs to move," he said.
Warily, she looked at him, then relaxed her concentration. Now able to move, Giles cupped her butt in his hands and scooted her up his body. He gently pushed her higher until she straddled his head. When the red curls of her overheated core brushed against his lips, Giles opened his mouth and stroked his tongue against her nether lips.
Willow gasped and squirmed against him. Giles gripped her butt and steadied her as his mouth assaulted her. She moaned and he looked up to see her jut her breasts forward as her back arched. Carefully, he inserted a finger inside her and felt her surprisingly strong muscles surround his invader like a velvet vise. He curled the digit and began to stroke her forward interior wall, searching for her G-spot. At the same time he sucked on her clitoris.
She screamed and began to quake. He tasted all of her as her orgasm coated his face, providing him with the exquisite taste of Willow. She tried to jerk away, but he'd have none of that, and continued to lick her. Willow panted rapidly and squeezed the side of his head with her inner thighs. Her second orgasm rocked her and she shrieked.
Giles smiled. * I've still got it.* He sensed that she had one more in her. This time he rapidly vibrated his tongue against her clitoris. Willow drew in a deep breath and held it. He looked up and found her in the throes of her next orgasm. She threw back her head in ecstacy while her right hand, which cupped her left breast, began to glow. Suddenly, her head whipped forward and her eyes flew open. Both of her orbs were completely black.
"Giles!" she yelped and placed her glowing hand against his forehead. He felt the power of her climax flow through her hand into his body. Her orgasm racked her lithe form and gripped his body, triggering his own release of his seed. For a brief moment, he was cosmically linked to all things in the universe. Then he lost all awareness.
When Giles awoke the next morning, he found a nude Willow collapsed on top of him. He watched her as she slept, her red head rising and falling with each breath he took. Her angelic face warmed his heart and suddenly, he became very afraid, not of having her think that he was gross, but of never waking up with her in his arms ever again. Soon, her lips curled into a smile and she sighed against his chest.
Probably thinking of Oz, he observed and a part of him prepared to die.
"Mmmmmmmm. Giles . . ."
*What?!? She said my name?*
Her eyes blinked open. Witch-green locked with soft green. "Am I dreaming, Giles? If so, I don't ever want to wake up."
"If this is a dream I could not imagine a better one." He smiled at Willow and gently caressed her cheek. "Last night . . ."
"Last night would have been better if I could have told you what I felt and why I wanted to make love to you. I loved you since the day I met you. I think that Oz was just a way to try to find someone who had some of your qualities because I didn't think I could have what I really wanted."
"Willow, you have always owned my heart. It was yours on that glorious day we first met. I suppose I looked to Jenny for the same reason you looked to Oz. Her magical nature and intelligence reminded me so much of your own. Also, Jenny and I were closer in age, a matter that may rear its ugly head for us, I fear."
Willow gave him a very serious look. "I don't think that's an issue at all." Then she smirked. "If you were any younger, I don't think I could keep up with you!"
He returned her smirk with one of his own. "You little minx!"
In response, she flashed her "resolve face." Giles held up his hands in surrender. "All right. All right. I surrender!"
She awarded him with one of her brilliant grins. "Smart man. I knew there was a reason I loved you."
Willow snuggled against him and sighed with contentment. As Giles gently stroked her hair, a thought occurred to him. "Dearheart, who gave you that cursed beer?"
Willow murmurred, "Some guy named Jack. He runs the bar that Xander used to work at. Why?"
"Someone needs to talk to him and set him straight. And I know just the person to do it."
Giles' eyes narrowed and a hard smile formed on his lips. "Not Buffy. Ripper."
Willow shuddered, but then brightened. "I suppose that would serve him right. But right now, you need to get out of those clothes, get washed up and get back in bed with me, Rupert. Even though I was 'One Million B.C.' Willow, I distinctly remember that I received all of the attention last night. So get to it, Mister!"
"But . . ."
"No 'buts' except yours, naked, in this bed, right next to me," she grinned. "You only have yourself to blame, Rupert," she said with a wink. "Who'd have thought that your defending my honor would be such a turn-on? I really love it when you go all 'caveman' on me!"
Giles laughed, kissed her tenderly, stood up, and began to undress.
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