Title: Please and Thank You
Couple: Willow/Giles :-)
Summery: Very hard to explain. But mostly it's about Willow and Giles getting together....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just let me know you're taking it.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the great Joss Whedon and anyone else who say it's theirs. None of the characters belong to me....All I did was stand outside with handcuffs and chocolate syrup and promises to return them in the morning...I just didn't tell them which morning!!!
Feedback: Please! Pretty please....just no flames, even if I deserve them!...They scare me.
Note: This is the first really naughty NC17 I have ever wrote...So I had one hand over my eyes while typing and blushing at the same time...So I understand if no one like this....
"I love you." Giles' voice was tender, almost caressing.
"Giles..." Willow moaned, leaning closer toward his hard body, loving the feel of Giles' body against hers.
Giles kissed her lips. Diving into Willow's sweetness. The kiss was passionate, wild yet loving. Then, his lips left hers to kiss the side of her silky neck.
"Please...Giles...Please." Willow's voice came out low and husky.
"Willow, call me..."
"Rupert! Rupert, please!"
This time it was his turn to moan. Willow caressed his naked back as Giles continued to kiss her. Willow felt as if she was on fire and she was slowly melting. His loving yet demanding lips found hers again. His touch was strong yet incredibly tender as his hands memorized the shape and feel of her. Willow felt loved. Protected. Treasured.
When her legs went rubbery, he simply held her tightly against him. Giles picked her up and carried her to his bed.
"I love you, Rupert Giles, with all my heart and soul, I love you."
Giles gave her a beautiful smile. "And with your body. Please say you love me with your body, also."
Willow laughed with joy. "Of course, my love, of course."
As she cupped his face with her hands, his fingertips innocently traced the delicate embroidered edge of her yellow shirt.
"Rupert." Willow sighed.
"Are you fond of this shirt?"
"Not as much as I enjoy you touching me."
Suddenly, there was a loud rip and a second later Willow's shirt was flying through the air.
"Know wonder you are nicknamed the Ripper." Willow said with a giggle.
"Thank you for not wearing a bra, my love." Giles said lovingly kissing her breasts. One of his thumbs sliding worshiply over the soft swell."
Willow looked deeply into his sexy green eyes as she moaned once more. His eyes revealed passion, desire, and love all for her!
Her body responded to his. She felt as if she was a guitar and he was the master musician. He knew all the right cords.
Willow brought her hands up to caress his chest. She lovingly placed her lips to his collar bone and slowly, lightly pressed kisses everywhere her hands had touched a second earlier.
"My love.." Giles breathed.
"Please love me..."
"I do, Willow, I do."
Willow moved her silky legs apart. She wanted him. Hungered for him. She was hot and aching for him. Only her Giles could satisfy her overwhelming desire.
A short time later, they had removed the rest of their garments and became one. Giles became a part of Willow. Willow became a part of Giles. They both touched each other lovingly. As if they were each other's world. Their life. Their color. Their everything. They were complete. Truly one.
They couldn't get enough of each other. Neither wanted to stop. Intense pleasure ran through them both. Willow didn't ever want to stop worshiping Giles' naked, heated skin. He made her feel so alive. So free. So completely female.
Their lovemaking was so beautiful. So good. So perfect. Giles' body demanded hers. Her body called out for his. Both bodies were seeking release from the passionate torment that would never be fully satisfied. The feeling was true ecstasy as Giles moved deeper and deeper.
Willow moved her hips, mindlessly. restlessly, demanding even more of him. Tears of happiness ran from her beautiful green eyes as Giles lovingly and gently kissed them away.
He filled her completely...Her body, yes, but also her heart and soul. There was a burning intensity that was so very beautiful. So intimate. Shared only by the two of them.
Willow clung to Giles as they both entered true paradise together. Their own special heaven....
"Rupert!" Willow screamed in mindless passion as she sat up in her own lonely bed.
Eyes wide, breathing hard...Willow felt hot and sweaty. She looked around and slowly realized the wonderful heaven she just experienced was just another dream. DAMN! She felt like crying.
Suddenly, Willow jumped out of bed, She grabbed a coat from the closet and ran out the room to run back in a second later to grab her shoes and a weapon. For it's night time in Sunnydale, you know.
Later, Willow was banging at Giles' door.
It was opened by a sleepy Giles. Yawning. Black pajamas. No glasses. Barefoot. He was cute and hot at the same time! Willow let her gaze wonder down his silk clad body. As her eyes dropped below his waist, her mouth fell open. The huge lump in his pajama bottoms was clear evidence of his own dream.
In total frustration, she shouted with a glare. "You were asleep!"
"Surprisingly, that's what I do at this time of night. Is something wrong?"
"Wrong! Is something wrong?!? That's all you have to say?"
"Willow...." Giles sighed.
Willow stormed into his living room, pushing him away from the door.
"I'll tell you what's wrong, buddy! I...I want you, damn it!"
"And I love you."
"And now that I've started to tell you my feelings, I must also tell you that I think you have feelings for me too! I think you love me!"
"I've always fantasied about you, Rupert. I mean Giles...I mean....Oh, hell..."
"Also, I've been having wonderful dreams about us. A lot of dreams. Really wonderful dreams. Dreams of you and me in a bathtub. In the basement. On the kitchen table. Under the kitchen table! One dream was with a waterfall. Once we made love in the rain, and we also had sex in a library! There was also a time we did something naughty with chocolate syrup and handcuffs! And...And all I really know is that those are dreams! But my love for you isn't a dream or a fantasy."
Willow moved toward him and pulled his head down to met her demanding yet soft lips. She wasn't at all surprised when Giles suddenly had her locked in a strong, tender and loving embrace. After a moment, Willow ended the kiss.
"You love me." Giles whispered in awe.
"You love me, back."
"Yes, I do, my love, I do."
"Then, please Rupert make my dreams come true."
"I'll do my best." Giles lifted her into his arms and carried her up stairs to his room.
"Thank you." Willow said, in between kissing his face and neck.
Giles' laughter was mixed with hers as he fulfilled every dream and fantasy, she ever had.
And over the years, Willow would find that reality with Giles was a million times better then any dream.
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