Title: J&PG "The Job"
Author: Robin2 ( zivafemme@yahoo.com )
Rating: 18
Summary: Long erotica. Porn with small plot. Giles and Willow are together but something threatens their bliss.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all BtVS characters. I'm making no $ from this. I merely do it because I owe a huge debt to a friend.
Note: To Q
Disclaimer:All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon and Fox. I'm using them for my own pleasure. And that totally came out wrong. I'm (obviously) making no money from this. It's just my way of havin' a little fun

"The Job"

Willow smiled at the man who slept in her bed and resisted going back to him. She'd already been late once this week because she'd given into her urges. She balanced on one foot and adjusted the strap of her heel. It felt good to dress up for a change. It felt... grown up. Giles mumbled in his sleep and grabbed her pillow to his chest. A blush crept up her cheeks and she ducked her head. A lot of things felt grown up lately.

Despite her better judgment she went to Giles's side and knelt by the bed. She let her hand hover over his forehead a moment or two before trailing her fingers across the permanent creases that gave his handsome face a world-weary ruggedness that had always torn her heart. It had been two months and still she had trouble believing it. They'd found each other.

A warm muscular arm snaked out of the blanket and wrapped around her waist. "Keep looking at me like that and you'll be late again."

Willow grinned and tried not to squirm. How he could get her excited with just a few words was beyond her. "You don't have to be at the shop for another few hours," she said and let her hand trail down his cheek. "Why don't you sleep in?"

Giles shook his head and tried to pull her back into bed. "Not tired," he mumbled and snuggled into her breasts.

Willow giggled and pushed away, though reluctantly. He was a very hard man to resist, especially when he was all sleep rumpled and warm and --he pulled her hand down -- oh, goddess.

"Gi-iles," she admonished her cheeks flaming. "I can't. James says today's a big day."

Giles arched a brow and pulled his head and shoulders off the pillow. He released her hand in pursuit of other delights. "He does, does he?"

Willow nodded and tried to tuck in her shirt again... and again. Giles slipped his hand under her blouse and ran it up her side stopping just below the curve of her breast. His fingertips skittered across the thin lace and Willow's resolve weakened.

"He's been planning a lot of those," Giles murmured as he leaned down to kiss the cleavage he's somehow managed to expose.

"Mm hmm --" she agreed. She had half an hour to spare. It'd mean no coffee, but....

"Last night was rather late, wasn't it?" he asked as she felt her shirt slide from her shoulder.

"I think I made it up to you," she teased and then stopped short and looked up at him with wide eyes. "I did, didn't I?"

Giles chuckled and pulled her onto his chest. "I just don't want you wearing yourself out. Two nights in a row past ten?"

Willow nodded. She could understand his worry, especially after she and James had been so caught up in data transfer that she'd forgotten to call... and then with James's cell phone being dead last night....

"I just want to make a good impression," she explained and kicked off her heels. Her voice rose and then fell as he rolled them over. "James says that as soon as this first part is over that our hours will ease off a bit."

"Oh, he does, does he? And what else, pray tell, does James say?"

Willow giggled and tried to remember a witticism that had come from her new boss yet found it difficult to remember much more than her name as Giles pushed her breasts together and traced the resulting valley with his tongue. She closed her eyes and submitted herself to another morning of sweet torture only to have to open them again when the kisses stopped.

"Of course," Giles was saying. "Yes, yes... I'm sure it's very important. She's right here."

Willow blinked. The phone had rung? She didn't remember any phone ringing. Giles arched an eyebrow at her and held the cordless to her.

"It's James. He says you're late."

Willow scrambled to pull her shirt closed and then took the phone. Oh, goddess. She was a mess... and it was her boss... and Giles had answered. Her face burned and she ran a hand through her disheveled hair feeling like she'd just been caught making out with her boyfriend...which, she had been.

James cheery voice greeted her, bribed her with coffee and donuts, and then guilted her -- although probably not intentionally Willow allowed. He was under a lot of stress and he was counting on her. And besides, she reasoned as she hung up the phone and buttoned her blouse, he had gone to the trouble to bring in coffee and doughnuts.

Giles cleared his throat and reluctantly she looked over her shoulder. "He.. um... has doughnuts?"

A wry smile crossed Giles's face. "Well, then, if he has doughnuts," he said with a nod. "You must go."

Willow rolled her eyes. "It's my job."

Giles's expression softened into a genuine smile. "Of course it is," he said gently. "And I'm sorry for being a selfish fool."

Willow bit her lip and her heart melted a little more. She was sure there was a traffic jam... somewhere. She worked the buttons of her blouse then turned and straddled his blanket-covered hips. Some things were worth more than Krispy Kremes and Giles was one of them.

Giles held his breath and keyed into Willow's apartment. She'd given him the key for emergencies and while this wasn't exactly a code red, her being over three hours late was cause enough for him to be alarmed. Couple that with the damned phones at the lab set for voice mail and then added to the fact that he'd driven by the lab and there was no sign of Willow's car -- not to mention that this was in fact a Hellmouth. Giles scowled. Perhaps he should call 911.

He looked at his watch. It was nine o'clock now. If she wasn't home in say... he squinted at the second hand... in five minutes, he'd call the police. Really, this was most irresponsible and very unlike Willow. This made three nights in a row and if this was going to be a habit then tomorrow he'd look into getting her a cell phone.

Easy, old man, Giles warned himself and he settled himself into her couch. Willow was a grown woman... intelligent, beautiful... desirable. He gripped the sofa arm. She was capable of making her own decisions and taking care of herself. Of course, she was also a bit naïve and that tended to get her in trouble. Giles looked at his watch again and reached for her phone. In two minutes he was calling the --

The front door rattled and then popped open. Relief ran through his veins at the sight of his love weighed down with folders, her laptop, and satchel. She looked exhausted and stressed and then it all faded when their eyes met. A smile lit up her face and warmed his soul. He'd made something better.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she rushed forward, unloaded her stuff to the kitchen table and then wound her arms around his neck. She pressed her moist lips into his with a quick hello. Giles felt his pulse speed. Would he ever get used to how she made him feel?

"I was worried," he said and chased her lips again. It was silly, really, but he needed the assurance they offered. "You said you'd be home at six. I made dinner...." His voice trailed off as he pushed her jacket from her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," she apologized then lifted her face to his again. "James and I worked through dinner... and his cell phone was out again.... " Willow frowned. "I'm gonna have to make sure he charges the battery... and then the lab phone is still on the blink...."

"Tomorrow we'll get you your own cell phone," Giles decided and pushed her gently to the couch. He didn't expect her frown. "Unless... for some reason you don't want one... in which case we'll arrange an elaborate smoke signal system...."

Willow giggled. "It's not that... it's just... with this schedule I haven't had time to look into it."

He sat on the coffee table directly opposite of her and lifted her foot from the floor.

"I'll take care of it for you --" She opened her mouth and he saw the argument building. He turned his head to the side and rushed ahead. "I want to do this --"

"To keep tabs on me?"

Even though her voice teased he looked back to see if she was serious. He hated those possessive jealous sorts and would just as soon pull out his tongue than turn into that.

"N-no, I just think with you working twenty-four hours a day seven days a week that it might be... safer. Let me do this," he coaxed then looked down. "I -- I miss you."

"Tell me about your long day," he suggested then released the other foot from its shoe. Instantly Willows face lit up and things he had no chance of comprehending tumbled from her enthusiastic lips.

Her smile was his reward and feeling better about the situation he slid the sling back from her small foot dropped it to the floor and then placed her foot carefully on his thigh. It was true he did miss her. He missed her stories and their shared dinners and watching that dreadful show she liked so much on telly. It was nearly pathetic and he knew that he should be used to spending time alone considering his solitary past, but since he'd let her into his life he didn't feel whole without her.

She stopped mid-James is a god and groaned as Giles pressed his thumbs into her arch. Giles smiled. He couldn't help it. He liked that sound. He engulfed her foot between his hands and rolled the ankle.

"And you just wouldn't believe this new code he came up with. It's incredible... I never would have thought of that and it makes things sooo much easier.... which is great considering just how much time we have to spend on... I'm sure this is completely boring you," she cut herself short.

Giles shook his head, returned her foot to his leg and started on the other. "Not at all," he lied. What mattered was that she found it absolutely fascinating. It made her tired eyes sparkle and put a bounce into her voice.

"No, really," Willow insisted. "Tell me about your day... I've been babbling since I got home."

Giles paused for a moment to consider his day and then shrugged. She wiggled her foot in a reminder that he shouldn't stop massaging.

"The usual... not nearly as exciting as James's day, I'm sure..." He ducked the pillow she tossed at him and grinned at her admonishment to ‘stop it'. "But, all in all, satisfying... made money, thwarted another apocalypse, forbid Anya and Xander from ever being alone in the shop together again. Missed you terribly."

Willow's expression bubbled into one of tender cuteness. "That's so sweet," she said and held her arms open to him. Giles didn't disappoint and settled next to her. He put his arm over her shoulder and she nestled into him. They sat in comfortable silence letting their fingers intertwine and sharing the occasional kiss.

"This is nice," Willow murmured and toyed with his ring. "I could do this every night."

"Me, too," he answered in the same sleepy voice. It would be bliss to not have to part at the end of an evening, to know that no matter what he'd at least see her in the morning. He felt a surge of adrenaline and heard the words leave his mouth. "W-would you like to... do this every night?"

Willow sat up and looked back to him with wide eyes. Giles faltered a hopeful smile. He'd thought about the two of them sharing a home for weeks but this hadn't been the way he'd planned to broach the topic. His bluntness surprised him, but he couldn't deny how right asking her felt. He rubbed the back of his neck and watched the show of expressions run across her face.

"Y-you mean...live together... us?"

"Yes," he said realizing that his hand trembled. He dropped it to his lap and looked back up and tried to read her face. He saw surprise... apprehension... something else? "That's what I mean."

Willow looked away and her hands picked nervously at her skirt. She puffed her cheeks then exhaled. Concern tinged his hope. Perhaps he'd been too eager.

"Wow... that... that's big." She swallowed then lifted a shaking hand to push her hair behind her ear.

"Of course," he stuttered as her hesitancy confirmed his suspicions of rushing her. "W-we could start off small if you prefer... You could just bring over a few things that you wouldn't mind leaving -- It makes sense since you do... on occasion... spend the night that instead of having to carry a bag...o-or maybe try it for a week."

She blinked and looked up at him in confusion. "Just a week?" Disappointment took the forefront in both her voice and expressions.

He glanced at her shyly his hope fueled. "Longer...hopefully... if you'd like."

Willow's soft pink tongue protruded just beyond her even white teeth and a hesitant smile opened her face.

"I'd like," she said her voice hushed, almost reverant. She nodded and turned into him. They shared a soft kiss. "I'd like very much."

Giles closed his eyes and relaxed. All was right with his world and nothing could ruin his evening now. He pulled back from their embrace and nodded pleased with himself and his impulsive outburst. "Then it's settled?" he asked. "We'll start moving you tomorrow?"

He'd move her tonight if she gave the word.

Willow smiled against his shoulder. "How about after Thursday?"

Giles furrowed his brow and looked down at her. That was an inconceivable three days away.

"Why after Thursday?"

"James and I have this... dinner thing --"

He licked his suddenly dry lips. James. He didn't like James. "Dinner... thing?"

"A working dinner, really. I'm gonna make some spaghetti --"

"You're cooking for him?" Spaghetti no less. He didn't want to be petty, but... that was ‘their' food. He swallowed and tried not to scowl.

"More like... boiling water and micro-waving sauce," she clarified. "It's sad... he's alone here, no family or friends... and he eats out almost every meal. I thought that maybe a home cooked meal might cheer him up. ." Giles raised his brow. So James was depressed? Somehow he couldn't muster the energy to care. He tuned back into Willow.

"You could join us," she continued. "Th-there wouldn't be a whole lot for you to do while we're working so you wouldn't have to stay that long, but I'd like you to meet James."

"I'd like to meet James, too," he said evenly. If possible get in a few words about the hours he'd been having Willow work. And, if she thought he was leaving..."Why don't you just use my place? You'll most likely be there already and I-" he looked around the room. "- I have a bigger table."

Willow's expression clearly told him he was bordering on insane yet she shrugged and nodded. Giles relaxed. Finally, he'd meet this bloke who'd been monopolizing Willow's life. Not that he was jealous.



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