__Giles' Nymph__
By Andrea
Locking the door, Giles sighed as he made his way to
the stairs. It had been a long day of researching and
refereeing. With researching being the easiest of the
two.
They had yet to figure out a way to stop Adam, the
Initiative's own G.I Joe from his reign of terror. A
couple of leads, a couple of dead ends combined with
the constant bickering between Anya and Xander led to
a frustrating evening. Added to the fact he'd been
serving as a referee for those two didn't exactly help
the situation.
And when Anya and Xander's sex life or lack there of
had become the main conversation, he put his foot
down. He'd ordered them out and after more whining on
Xander's part, they had left.
Closing the light, Giles took a glance around the room
and let out an even bigger sigh. He knew the real
reason why tonight had been a agraivating one.
Willow.
Willow hadn't been there. She had some studying for a
test to do and according to Buffy, was pulling an
all-nighter. Which meant he was the only one who was
going to be doing the in depth researching.
And the worst part was the simple fact he wouldn't be
able to see her.
Ever since college began, Giles had been savoring
those precious moments he spent with Willow. He had
come to rely on her shining personality and easy
disposition to brighten his days. Since he had no job,
his stint as a 'Gentleman of Leisure' had run its
course.
Restless and bored, Giles had finally decided to go
back to work. But that was proving to be a hassle as
well. Every time, he had an opportunity, something
demonic would come up and he'd have to put the job
hunting on hold.
During those times, he'd often become tired and bored,
and it was only Willow who was able to give his life
meaning, give him a sense of purpose. Whether it was
some obscure prophecy or more often than not, magic,
Willow managed to challenge him on a daily basis. She
was his constant source of companionship that made his
life worthwhile and he always looked forward to her
visits.
Climbing the stairs, Giles sluggishly made his way to
his bed, his mind conjuring up images of Willow.
Reaching the top, he pulled his sweater over his head
and tossed it to the side, not caring where it fell.
He absently undid his belt when he heard a voice.
"Hello, Giles."
Startled, Giles turned and gasped. She was laying
there on his bed, her whole body exuding sexuality.
Lying on her stomach, she gazed at him, a sultry smile
and smoky look in her beautiful eyes.
His own eyes swept over her lithe form, taking in her
revealing outfit. Black silk stockings, with an olive
green skirt that molded nicely to her hips and
contrasted well with her stockings.
But, it was what she was wearing on top that caught
his eye. Black bustier with spaghetti straps, the top
was like a second skin on her, showing off her best
assets.
Black as night material brought out the porcelain
white of her skin. The conforming top was low enough
to give a hint of what lay underneath. Low enough to
tantalize but not enough to satisfy.
She looked like a nymph.
Finding his voice he asked tentatively, "Willow?
What...Why ...what are you doing here?"
Pouting slightly, she replied. "Why? Aren't you glad
to see me?"
Clearing his throat, Giles answered. "Well, um...yes."
She smiled satisfaction on her face. "But, why are you
in my bedroom?"
"Why do you think?" Willow asked, her grin becoming
more lascivious by the minute. Sweeping her gaze up
and down his body, she conversed with her eyes what
her true intentions were.
Giles felt his body heat up at her gaze and his cock
twitched at the hunger he saw in her clover green
gems. It was plainly obvious what she wanted and from
the look on her face, she wasn't taking no for an
answer.
"Giles." She drawled, slowly getting to her knees.
Sitting back on her heels, Willow leaned back, her
palms placed on either side of her. This new position
gave Giles an even better view of her breasts, the
tight material causing them to thrust forward, the
creamy flesh tempting him.
Catching his eye, she ran her hands up her torso to
her breasts, lightly brushing her hands over the
already hardening nipples. He watched intently, unable
to tear his gaze from the sex goddess on his bed. His
eyes were fixated on her hands as they left those
beautiful prizes to run up her straps, stopping at her
shoulders.
Smiling seductively, Willow slowly, torturously pulled
down the straps, exposing inch by inch more of her
exquisite flesh. This was a fantasy come true. This
was HIS fantasy come true.
He still couldn't grasp what was going on, why Willow
was here or even how she got there. But truthfully, he
didn't bloody care.
All that mattered was the fact, that this fiery siren
on his bed was bent on driving him mad with her
movements. And, truth be told, was succeeding.
He watched transfixed, as she stopped her undressing,
the black straps resting at mid-arm. Just enough to
tantalize yet not enough to satisfy. Licking his lips,
he imagined what her skin would taste like, when she
uttered his name once more.
"Rupert." She called to him, using his first name that
sent slivers of delight down his spine.
"Yes?" he managed to ask, the husky note in his voice
betraying him.
"Don't you want me?" Willow asked seductively, her
ruby red lips pouting sexily.
Growling something primal, Giles rushed forward and
grabbed her head before crushing his lips to hers.
Rough and hard, Giles kissed her with a passion that
neither one had expected. She wrapped her arms around
his middle, needing to hold on to him for support.
He tangled his left hand in her hair, his fingers
tightening around the luscious locks. He expertly
guided the kiss, his mouth nipping and sucking on her
lips, urging her to open for him.
Opening her mouth, Willow moaned deeply as his hot
tongue invaded her, claiming her mouth as his own. She
darted her tongue around his, teasing him until he
sucked it into his mouth.
She groaned loudly, the sound muffled by the kiss. The
reverberation was caught between them, the kiss
deepening even more.
After awhile, Giles released her lips, needing some
air. Panting harshly, he stared lustfully at her, a
surge of pride and love coursing through him at the
sight she made. Eyes glossy, her lips bruised and
full, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Loosening his hold on her hair, he growled, "Willow.."
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BRRRIINNNGG!!!
BBRRRIIINNNGG!!!
Giles shot up off the couch, the ringing of the phone
awakening him. Looking around, he sighed. It had all
been a dream. A very vivid dream that had soothed his
sleep and looking down at the bulge in his slacks,
made him horny as hell.
BRRIINNGG!!!
Cursing under his breath, Giles stiffly rose off the
couch and walked over to his desk. Picking up the
receiver, he said in a gruff voice. "Hello?"
"Giles? It's me." Buffy said in a breathless rush.
"Just wanted to let you know that I'm going away for
the weekend with Riley and the gang."
"That's nice." He replied, with slight annoyance. "And
you called me because..."
"Geez Giles, who stuck a burr up your butt?" She
asked. Before he could answer, she carried on.
"Anyway, since I'm leaving now, I haven't got the time
to tell Willow. So, if you see her, could you tell her
where I am, so she doesn't worry."
"All right.."
"Thanks, Giles. Bye!" Buffy said before hanging up.
"Bye." he said to an dial tone. Hanging up, he headed
into the kitchen when he heard a noise upstairs.
'Sounds like the bedroom.' he thought.
Grabbing his trusty crossbow, he hurriedly but
silently climbed the stairs to his room. Reaching the
landing, he entered the bedroom and dropped the
crossbow. He couldn't believe what he saw. It was his
dream come true.
Finding his voice, he said. "You're here."
She nodded and grinned at him, her smile beckoning for
him to come to her. Which he did.
Reaching her, he grabbed her head, tilting it so he
could look into her sparkling eyes. Digging his
fingers into her silken hair, he growled. "Buffy and
the rest are gone for the weekend."
"Guess, I'll be all alone."
He shook his head vehemently. Smiling lovingly at her,
Giles offered, "No, Willow. You won't be alone." He
leaned in and kissed her. "You never were alone."
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