Rating: FRT (?) No smut, but the mention of nudity.
Summary: Willow visits Giles on Christmas Eve.
Setting: In a rather AU Season 4
Willow stood before Giles' door, two gaily wrapped Christmas presents in her hands. She was a little nervous at being there alone, but she was certain Giles would be alone, too. She knew Olivia had jumped on the first plane out after the visit from The Gentleman, unable to deal with the darkness his world held, disregarding how it would affect Giles. Willow also knew that Buffy was busy with her Mother and Xander and Anya were all wrapped up in each other, none of them caring that Giles would be alone. Well, she cared. Which was why she was here, on Christmas Eve. She would make sure he wasn't alone on the holidays. The door opened at her knock.
"Willow," Giles asked, confused, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to bring you your Christmas presents," she answered uncertainly, noting that Giles seemed to be swaying slightly.
"Oh," he mumbled, embarrassed at his lack of manners "Do come in."
Willow walked in and instantly saw the crystal decanter on the coffee table. Giles kept his best Scotch in it. It was about three-quarters empty.
'Oh, man,' she thought, 'He's drunk.' It worried her a little.
Giles ushered her to the couch and made his way unsteadily towards the kitchen.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked, "Tea, perhaps?"
"No thanks," she responded, "I'm fine."
Giles came back into the living room and sat heavily on the couch next to her. He leaned forward and picked up a small present off the coffee table.
"It was nice of you to get me a gift, " he remarked, "I...uh...I got you something, as well."
"Oh, Giles, " she smiled, "That's so sweet of you, but you really didn't have to."
"Nonsense," he blushed, turning the gift over and over in his hands, "I saw it and thought of you, so I got it."
"Well, I still think it was sweet of you. Here are your presents. Don't you want to open them?"
Giles took the gifts from her and set them on his lap. He handed her the present he was holding for her.
Willow pinkened slightly and began carefully opening the paper on the gift. Inside was a small velvet box containing a silver pentacle necklace with a moonstone in its' center.
"Oh, Giles! It's beautiful!"
"May I?" he helped her on with the necklace. He gently picked up the pendant from where it rested on her chest. Willow sucked in a sudden breath at the feeling of his fingers on her skin.
"Okay," Willow tried to push back the feelings of desire running through her, "Your turn."
She watched him open the first gift, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. She hoped he would like her presents. One was a book of the occult that he'd been looking for and the other was a hunter green sweater that she thought would look wonderful on him. It would be a nice change from the more sedate grey sweaters he normally wore.
"Willow!" he gasped, "Hoffmaier's Buch von Vorhersagen ! I've been looking for this for years! And the sweater is lovely. I don't know how I can thank you."
'I can think of a way' she thought, then blushed as she tried to push that thought away.
"No thanks necessary. I'm just glad you like them," she grinned.
"Like them? I love them!" he assured her.
Feeling less inhibited from the Scotch he'd drunk, he reached out and pulled Willow into a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself closely to him, relishing being in his arms as she had wanted to be for such a long time.
Giles, still under the effects of the alcohol he'd consumed, pulled back slightly, then lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed her. She returned the kiss, deepening it, slipping her tongue into his mouth to play with his. It was heaven to finally be able to hold him and kiss him as she'd longed to do. He began to respond to her fervor. Suddenly she felt his lips slacken, his body sag in her arms.
'Damn,' she thought, 'He's passed out.'
He had indeed passed out. She shook him slightly, managing to rouse him enough to help him upstairs to his bedroom. Once there, she sat him on the bed and helped him off with his shoes, then nervously pulled off with his sweater. He fell back upon the bed, and she found herself admiring his well-muscled chest. Desire flared throughout her body. With a determined look in her eyes, she slowly removed his pants and boxers, then struggled to get him completely on the bed and pull the covers over him. Moving to the other side of the bed, she stood for a moment, arguing with herself before coming to a decision.
'I'm gonna give him another present and get me one, too.' she mused.
She hurriedly slipped off all her clothes, then pulling back the covers, slid into the bed beside him. He rolled over and his arm snaked around her to pull her closer to him, his hand firmly cupping her breast. His lips barely brushed her shoulder.
"Night, love," he murmured before drifting off again.
Willow snuggled back against him, a smile on her face. Closing her eyes, she let herself be lulled by the feel of his arm around her, his unique smell filling her nostrils. She'd wanted this for so long, hoped he wanted it, too. She wondered what the morning would bring.
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