__It's All in the Eyes__
By Andrea
At Willow's Dorm Room:
Giles slammed the book down on the desk. He couldn't
believe that after half a day's research, they still
hadn't turned up anything. And to add insult to
injury, Willow's blasted machine didn't even work. So,
there was absolutely no way to retrieve any
information from the 'webby' thing.
Willow looked up and noticed Giles pacing. She
understood his frustration completely. After searching
through piles and piles of books, they still hadn't
found any solution to their muteness. Even her
computer wouldn't budge. She thought she had fine
tooth combed her hard drive for any viruses, but
somehow a pesky one slipped its way through. Now, she
had no computer, no Internet, no email, no nothing to
research.
And to make matters even worse, the silence in the air
was driving her crazy. She and Giles couldn't talk,
couldn't whistle, couldn't do anything that required
the vocal cords. They spent most of the time
researching in complete silence and when they did have
to communicate,....well, it was like playing Charades.
Hands moving wildly, like they both were directing
traffic, feet stomping, and pointing...there was a lot
of pointing going on. They tried to mouth the words to
each other but found it to be useless, since it
required both of them to be near each other at all
times to even try to figure out the words.
And writing...well that was a bust. They had also
tried that in the beginning, but found it to be too
time consuming, and to be truthful, too frustrating.
So, that was tossed.
'Good thing for hands,' Willow thought as she moved
her hand wildly, signaling for Giles' attention.
Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye, Giles
looked up and saw Willow gesturing to him. Nodding, in
acknowledgment, he strode closer to her, waiting for
her to continue.
Pointing to the book, Willow shook her head, conveying
to him that she hadn't found anything. He nodded in
agreement, and sat down on her bed sighing inwardly.
Swiveling her chair to face him,Willow shrugged her
shoulders, as if asking 'What do we do now?'
Glancing at his watch, Giles pointed to the door,
indicating that they should leave. Nodding, Willow
stood up, gathered her things and walked to the door.
Giles reached for the doorknob, turned it and
..nothing. The knob wouldn't budge.
Looking at Willow, his eyes asked her,'What's wrong
with the door?'. Shrugging, Willow grabbed the knob
and turned it, twisted it..but no go.
'What happened?' she thought. Twisting it, left and
right, the door shook as Willow tried to open it.
Giles stepped in, shaking her arm away with his hand.
Gripping it tightly, he twisted and twisted till his
hand turned red, but nothing happened.
They were stuck.
'Great. Just bloody great. Could this day possibly get
any worse?' Giles wondered, as he kicked the door in
frustration.
Willow jumped, staring at Giles a little worriedly. He
turned to her and saw her face. Breathing deeply, he
came up to her and cast his eyes to the ground in
apology.
'I didn't mean to lose control. I'm just so damn
frustrated that's all,' was what he wanted to say ,
but couldn't.
She smiled sympathetically, squeezing Giles' hand in
understanding. At that moment, Giles felt a surge of
heat course through him at her touch. She'd always
been able to drive him to incoherentness with her mere
presence. But, the times she touched him, caused all
rational thought to leave him. Even the slightest
touch, made his knees weak. He looked down and saw her
face flushed, a small shiver run through her. He idly
wondered if she felt a shock too.
She knew she shouldn't have. Knew that she was
stepping in dangerous territory, but she couldn't help
herself.
Willow had wanted to reassure Giles that everything
was going to be okay. That they would get through
this. She wanted to tell him that, but wasn't able to.
So, she told him the only way she could....by
squeezing his hand.
The minute her hand grabbed his, her insides went to
jelly. Warm, strong, rugged, Giles' hand was the
perfect hand for a man. It was the type of hand, you
knew could handle the strongest enemy, lift up the
heaviest wood, his hands showed that they had been
through hell and back and survived.
But at the same time, Giles' hands also conveyed
another strength. A strength of passion. Rough as they
were, they also were the type that soothed. Tender and
loving, Willow knew his hands were gentle as a lamb as
they were rough as a stallion.
Countless times, she was soothed by his touch. The
instant his hand would touch her shoulder or hold her
hand, all that was problematic seemed to go away.
Through his hands, Giles was able to comfort her more
than most people did with words.
Realizing she had been holding his hand longer than
she should have, Willow dropped it like a hot potato
and fidgeted. Giles, cleared his throat somewhat out
of embarrassment and glanced around, deciding what to
do.
Willow pointed to the window and ran over. Joining
her, Giles looked down and shook his head. There was
no way they could escape from four stories up without
breaking their necks. Unless they were Spiderman.
Touching her shoulder, Willow moaned inwardly at the
contact. She gazed at him,as he shook his head sadly.
Shrugging, she turned and flopped on the bed.
Giles sat on Buffy's bed, facing her. Leaning over, he
rested on his knees, as if saying, 'What do we do
now?'
Making a face, she shrugged, idly wondering 'If I keep
shrugging, I'm gonna turn into the Hunchback of Notre
Dame.' An idea came to her and she pointed to the
books, indicating that they should research.
He waved no, trying to tell her that he was tired. He
removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then stared
at her. Willow smiled in understanding. She'd managed
to figure out that Giles was tired of researching, and
truthfully so was she.
Sitting there in silence, each one looked at each
other wondering what to do. They couldn't use the
phone. That was out of the question. So was emailing.
No computer, no Internet, no email.
Giles turned and Willow followed his gaze to the door.
Both of them jumped up and started to bang on it
incessantly, hoping someone could hear.
Nobody was responding, and it suddenly occurred to
Willow why. Grabbing Giles' arms to stop, she turned
him to face her. He looked at her, confusion in his
eyes.
Eyeing her questioningly, he huffily motioned with his
hands, 'Why did you stop?'
Pointing to the door, Willow gestured with her hands,
saying that no one was going to come. She
criss-crossed her hands in an 'X' fashion, hoping he'd
understand that she was trying to tell him nobody was
coming. Pointing once more to the door,'God, if I keep
pointing anymore, my finger is permanently going to
stick that way,' she gestured with her finger in an
arc, conveying that she was talking about the people
outside of the room.
Smiling, Giles finally got the message. 'She's trying
to tell me that no one was out there.'
'Why?' he shrugged.
Holding up a finger to focus his attention closely,
Willow waved her hand up and down, as if bouncing a
ball. Giles watched intently as Willow bounced her
hand then lifted it up in the air, slamming it down.
Giles stared at her confused.
'Basketball Giles... basketball..' she pleaded
mentally, wishing she had mental telepathy.
Repeating her gestures, Willow looked at him
expectantly. 'AH!!! Basketball!!' he said to himself,
nodding and repeating her gesture. Willow smiled,
thankful that he understood that a big basketball game
was on and practically the whole campus was attending.
Giles plopped down in the chair, while Willow went to
the fridge. Opening it, she found something to drink,
then glanced in his direction, catching his eye.
Gesturing to the coke, she silently asked him if he
wanted a drink. He waved no and Willow nodded. Opening
the coke, she made a mental note to call dorm
maintenance as soon as her voice was back, and when
they got out of here. Willow intended to have them fix
the knob before they got trapped again. 'What am I
thinking? By the time dorm maintenance answers my
request, the school year will be over.' she said to
herself.
Plopping down on her bed, she crossed her legs and
gazed at Giles expectantly. He glanced back at her
with a look that said, 'What do you want me to do?'
A silly thought popped into her head. Straightening
up, Willow smiled sweetly and stared back at him, her
eyes locked onto his. The intensity of the stare
caught Giles off guard and he wondered what she was
going to do next.
After a few, she still hadn't moved and Giles finally
realized what was going on. She was playing the 'who
can stare the longest' game with him, watching in
delight as registration finally appeared on his face.
'Ah! So, she wants to play have a little fun to pass
the time. Well, two can play at this game.' Giles
shifted his chair, so that he could face her head on.
Ducking his head for a sec, he raised it and flashed
her a Ripper piercing gaze, his eyes fixed completely
on hers.
Not expecting a response from him, Willow was slightly
surprised at the sudden gaze he inflicted on her.
Intense and sharp, his olive green eyes pored into her
emerald ones, so deeply that Willow felt like he could
see down into her soul. That he could see everything
that she tried to bury deep, especially from him.
Recovering somewhat, Willow returned his stare,
mentally putting on her 'resolve face'. Giles grinned
to himself, thinking 'Resolve face..hmmm' and deepened
the stare if that was possible.
And with Willow it was....
Emerald green, with flecks of light that sometimes
reminded Giles of fairy dust, Willow's eyes told more
than any words could. Deep and doe-like, one could get
lost in their depths, drowning in their sweetness.
He remembered the first day he saw her. Shy and quiet,
she came into the library like a pixie. When they had
introduced themselves, all he could see was her
beautiful eyes. Innocence and purity, her eyes held an
openness that he had rarely seen before or since that
day, in anybody.
Even on that first day, Willow had captivated him in
more ways than he could count. 'Bewitching' he
thought, as all those memories surfaced during the
staring game.
Willow kept staring, not wanting to break contact. Not
because she didn't want to lose but because she didn't
want to stop looking into his eyes. Those gorgeous
olive with a dash of hazel eyes, that had captured
her heart back on that first day.
Willow remembered coming to the library, unsure and a
teeny bit afraid of meeting the new librarian. Turning
around, she had ran smack dab into him, knocking a
book out of his hand. Looking up, she had met the most
incredible pair of eyes she had ever seen. Hazel green
that sparkled brightly as a star. Even behind his
wire-rimmed glasses, she was able to see their
splendor. His gaze, then and now, was still capable of
making her shiver, sending warm tingles down her spine
and throughout her body.
**
Unblinking, Giles was surprised that he could stare
this long. It had been a long time since he played
this game,and only then the game would last for a few
minutes before the other player would capitulate.
Usually, he was able to outstare his opponent by
giving them his most wicked, sharpest glare,the one
that he sometimes used with Buffy or Xander.
But Willow, to her credit, met his gaze unflinchingly,
even managing to darken her stare a little. Inwardly,
he was glad this was continuing as long as it had. He
loved looking into her eyes. Green against green, it
seemed the air around him fired up when he cast his
eyes on her. Heat and warmth were there in her eyes,
reining him in like an untamed horse being reined into
a stable.
And if he stared closely, he could have sworn he saw a
new emotion in them. At this very minute. One that he
didn't want to get his hopes up with. He wondered if
she was able to see what was in his eyes, what had
always been there waiting for her. The longer he
stared, the more he forgot about their problem. Losing
himself in her, he completely forgot about his
temporary muteness.
Not sure if she could hold out any longer, Willow let
her eyes shift a tiny bit with his,like she was
searching for a treasure, hoping to find it in him.
His eyes seemed to darken, the olive changing to a
forest green, causing her breath to speed up.
Smoldering with heat, Giles' eyes bore into hers,
burning her, singeing her with a fire that she only
thought could be found in her own.
Because of the speechlessness, they both were trying
to communicate with their eyes, the sole feature that
had always bonded them together. Saying all the things
that they wanted to say, but couldn't. Not really
because of the inability to speak but more because of
a lack of courage.
Unable to hold the stare anymore, Willow broke her
gaze away from his, panting harshly. Her body tingled
all over and the room felt hot to her. 'I can't
believe one simple staring game could make me
this...warm' she said to herself.
Facing him again, she saw Giles smile brightly at her,
pride and triumph on his face. Returning his smile,
Willow bowed her head in defeat, conceding the win to
him.
Giles felt a surge of electricity shoot through him,
unsure if it was from winning the game or from the
intensity of her stares. He felt a little breathy,
completely convinced now, that eye contact was an
aphrodisiac for the soul.
And on top of it all, Giles knew his body responded to
her and thankfully her eyes had been focused on him,
so she wouldn't notice his body's betrayal.
Taking off his glasses, Giles rubbed his eyes, trying
to take the sting out of them. Noticing his
discomfort, Willow stood up, reached over and removed
his hands from his face. He looked up, confusion and
surprise marring his features.
Grasping his hands, she urged him to stand, tilting
her head toward the bed. Shock appeared on his face,
his mind filling up with images that he'd only thought
about in his dreams.
Gazing at her, he saw her close her eyes, lay her head
against one of her hands, telling him that they should
sleep. Giles sighed inwardly, slightly disappointed
and slightly ashamed that he could've thought that she
wanted to do something other than sleeping.
'Why would she want..' he halted that question in his
mind before it could take root.
Guiding him to the bed, she pushed him softly, making
Giles sit down. He scooted over, making room for her
to lay beside him. Sliding in next to him, Willow
shook his sleeve, getting his attention.
He turned to his side, propping himself on his elbow,
waiting patiently, smiling slyly, raising his eyebrow
for her to continue.
Willow pointed to the radio and he nodded. Switching
it on, Willow flipped through the stations till she
found KBIG. Setting the music to a low volume, she
scrunched down so that she was lying on her back
casually.
**
The room had taken a turn toward the romantic. The sun
was just beginning to set, the last rays of sunlight
streamed through the window, giving the room a musky
glow of warmth. The music was soothing and calming,
relaxing the two of them completely.
Lying there, they both gazed at each other, their eyes
caressing the other's body, slowly, inch by inch.
Roaming, neither one unable to take their eyes off the
other. It was almost a continuation of the staring
game they had played just a few minutes earlier but
with a different twist.
This time they'd both be winners...
********
Title: It's All in the Eyes (2/2)
Author: Andrea
Email:aegermaine@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Giles
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters;No Doubt owns the
song.
Distribution: SB,Arwen,Emilie,Nickie, Fever of
Fate,Bite Me..please, Headquarters...anyone else just
ask!
Spoilers: Hush
Summary: Giles and Willow are trapped together and
they can't speak.
Thanks: Jeff and Derek for beta reading
Special Note: Based on a challenge issued by Tricia.
Originally a B/G but w/permission, changed to a W/G.
In the challenge, Giles/Willow are trapped, mute and
admit their true feelings for each other. Bonus if
use 'Don't Speak' by No Doubt.
Special Note 2: Can't use writing to communicate,
which means no notes, and since its W/G, no email...
Note: There is no dialogue from beginning to end. W/G
are mute the whole time.Only gestures and glances are
used. Also thoughts too.
***************
At Willow's Dorm Room:
Willow reached out, touched her fingertips to the
corner of his eye, then to hers, trying to convey
somehow the magnetism that had occurred between the
two of them.
Giles smiled in agreement. They both knew that
something profound had happened during that game.
Their lack of speech forced them to find another way
to communicate. After the whole day together, they
finally realized that the best way for them to talk
was with their eyes.
Giles gently reached over and brushed back a few fiery
strands of hair from her face. Smiling tenderly, he
continued to brush her hair, using his nimble fingers
to run through her silky strands.
Willow closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his
strong hand. Entwining his fingers deeply into her
hair, he caressed her head, pressing firmly on certain
points, rubbing tension away. She unconsciously leaned
into him, snuggling closer to him. Giles groaned
inwardly as Willow's leg brushed against his before
casually slipping it between his own.
Pulling back slightly, he looked down at her, loving
the expression on her face. She resembled a Christmas
Angel. Her eyes were closed, the lashes fluttering
softly against her cheeks, which had turned a rosy
pink. Her mouth was shaped into a dreamy smile, the
kind of smile that could melt the frostiest of
hearts.
Also, the kind of smile that sent sensations straight
to his groin and impure thoughts to his head.
Extracting his hand from her hair, Giles lightly ran
it down her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw. Her
eyes fluttered open, like a new butterfly emerging
from its cocoon, causing Giles to be taken aback. Her
emerald gems gazed at him with such love, such desire
that rendered Giles speechless. (If he already wasn't)
Willow had never felt so relaxed in her life. Not
speaking allowed her other senses to be heightened
considerably. Not only could she smell Giles' cologne
but also that smell that was distinctly Giles.
Leather and old book smell, with a trace of tea leaf,
Willow breathed it in like an addict in need of opium.
Touch...her mind wandered to. Her sense of touch
magnified to the point that a simple feel of Giles
hand affected her down to the very core of her soul.
His fingers gently massaging her scalp, caused all the
nerves to tingle, sending shockwaves straight down to
her toes. The soft brush of his hand made her insides
turn to jelly. While the lone finger down her jaw
caused her nipples to harden.
She gazed at him, her eyes filled with love and
affection. She tried to convey to him how much she
loved him, wishing she could tell him verbally. At
least with words, she knew that he couldn't mistake
what she was trying to tell him. But now, she had to
rely on her eyes and her gestures to get her through,
hoping he'd understand. And more importantly, hoping
he'd reciprocate.
Willow caught the hand that was caressing her cheek
and interlaced her fingers through his. Giles
automatically gripped her hand, slowly rubbing her
soft hand with his thumb. He looked at her curiously,
wondering what she was planning. Hoping her plan
coincided with his.
Staring intently, Willow locked gazes with him, making
sure that she had his full attention. He grinned
sexily at her, waiting in anticipation for what was to
come. Realizing she had his attention, Willow lifted
their interlaced hands and lightly laid them on her
heart. Looking up at him through her lashes, she gazed
at him with all the love she had to give. And then
some.
'Breathing..I think I should breathe.' Giles
thought,still stunned at her action. The moment his
hand contacted with her chest, he literally thought he
might die. From happiness.
The feel of her...was overwhelming.
His sense of touch seemed to arose dramatically, more
than it ever had. He could feel the heat from her body
resonating through her shirt, her chest rising and
falling with her harsh breathing.
He stared at her, with wonder and delight. 'Is that
what I think it is? Love?' he said to himself, his own
heart pounding like a drum.
Shifting so that he lay partially on top of her, Giles
gently took their joined hands and placed them over
his own chest, trying to convey the same message she
had. Staring deeply into her eyes, he gave her a look
that showed all the love and passion he had for her.
Searching his eyes, Willow's heartbeat sped up as she
it dawned on her what he was trying to say to her. She
smiled tenderly at him and Giles knew she had
understood him.
Flickering his gaze to her sweet mouth, Giles lowered
his head and softly kissed her. His lips caressed
hers, his tongue lightly tracing her lips. She opened
them for him and he plunged his tongue in, sweeping
away any resistance.
What started out as sweet and gentle, the kiss
suddenly became feral. Hot and steamy, intense and
passionate, they devoured each other, each one trying
to dominate the other. Giles released her hand,
tangling his into her hair. Grasping it tightly, he
tilted her head back so he could have better access to
her mouth.
***
Dying.
Willow felt like she was going to die. The feel of
Giles' mouth on hers, his lips softly caressing hers
was a fantasy come true. She surrendered herself to
his kiss, not caring about anything, concentrating
only on the sensations he was causing.
When his tongue entered her mouth, she instantly
tangled hers with his, sweetly but no less
passionately. She sweeped his mouth, her tongue
touching every nook and cranny, wanting to taste all
of him.
Even her sense of taste was heightened. His mouth
tasted of tea and mint, a delicious combo. Her tongue
ran all over the inside of his mouth, as if trying to
capture the minty tea taste to take it back to her
mouth.
Needing air, Giles pulled back, panting harshly. He
looked down and saw that she too was having a
difficult time breathing. Her eyes were glazed, her
face was flushed and her hair was spread out around
her face like a halo.
'Christmas Angel' he thought.
She stared at him, noticing that he seemed to have as
much trouble breathing as she was. His olive green
gems were dark with need, their gaze piercing into
her, making her more out of breath than she already
was.
A song had been softly playing on the radio and Willow
perked her ears up to hear it. At the same time, Giles
opened his mouth, ready to mouth something to her,
when she lay her index finger to his lips.
Tilting her head towards the radio, Willow kept her
finger on his lips and gestured for him to hear the
song.
{Don't speak..I know just what you're saying..
So please stop explaining...
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts...
Don't speak.....
I know what you're thinking..}
Giles smiled knowingly and kissed her finger. She
grinned back, tracing his lips with her fingertip. He
bent his head and placed a soft kiss on her throat. He
could feel her pulse pounding as his lips sucked and
licked at the creamy flesh of her neck. Willow moaned
inwardly, wrapping her arms around his neck,holding
him in place. Suddenly, her arms tightened
considerably when Giles gently but firmly bit her
throat, leaving a love mark.
His love mark.
Grinning to himself, he continued his exploration, his
tongue gliding down her throat and over to her
shoulder, stopping when he encountered the material of
her shirt.
Lifting his head, Giles looked at her, needing
permission to take off her shirt. She smiled back at
him, releasing her hold on him and lifted her arms. He
hurriedly gathered the fabric and carefully pulled it
over her head.
Tossing the shirt to the ground, Giles turned his
attention back to her and his breath increased. She
wasn't wearing a bra. Her firm, young breasts were
exposed to him, her nipples standing out in relief.
He'd never seen anything more exquisite in his life.
Blushing, Willow felt her body heat rise at the
searing glance Giles was giving her. He was staring at
her as if he'd never seen anything like her.She wanted
nothing more than to feel his sensuous lips on her
sensitive skin. She slightly lifted her chest, trying
to tell him what she wanted him to do.
Giles grinned ferally at Willow's movement and he
slowly, torturously lowered his head, flicking his
tongue over her nipple.
Willow arched off the bed, the simple flick causing
every nerve ending in her body to tingle. She raised
her hands, trying to guide him back to her chest.
Taking the hint, this time Giles closed his lips over
her nipple, sucking on it gently. Licking and biting,
he feasted on her like a man having his last meal. In
his whole life, Giles had never tasted anything as
sweet and as tender than Willow. She tasted like
peaches and cream, a sort of sweet nectar like taste.
Moving his head, Giles continued his ministrations to
her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention
he gave to the other. Willow tangled her small hands
into his hair, holding him to her. Her fingers grasped
fistfuls of hair, tugging and twisting, as his mouth
tortured her.
Releasing her breast, he moved southward, his lips
roaming over her flat stomach before diving his tongue
into her navel. She wiggled a bit, rubbing against
Giles' hard erection.
Groaning inside, Giles continued his exploration of
her porcelain skin, gliding his lips and tongue until
he got to her skirt. Glancing up, he noticed her eyes
were dilated and she was panting harshly. Running his
hand leisurely down her chest, she opened her eyes in
surprise. Smirking to himself, Giles locked his gaze
with hers, his erection hardening even more at the
passionate look she was giving him.
Willow wasn't sure she could last much longer. The
searing looks combined with the intimate touches Giles
was giving her was driving her crazy with lust. She
pulled his arms urging him up. He followed, laying on
top of her, the feel of her bare chest against his
shirt delightful.
Grabbing his face with her hands, she tried to tell
him that she wanted him right now. Wrapping her legs
around his, her skirt rose up on her thighs and she
enticingly rubbed herself against him.
Giles closed his eyes and bit his lip, moaning on the
inside. As they continued, they created a rhythm, the
cotton of her underwear and the denim of his jeans
rubbing together, the feeling exquisite.
He leaned down and kissed her, his lips molding to
hers, nipping and licking, sucking and biting, the
kiss growing hotter and more passionate as their
rhythm increased.
Tangling her hands in his hair, Willow yanked Giles'
head, extracting him from the kiss. He looked at her,
his eyes dark and confused. She shook her head,
indicating to him that she couldn't last much longer.
Understanding her, Giles removed himself from her,
causing Willow to wiggle in protest. Shirking off his
clothes faster than a farmer shucking corn, he quickly
undressed, tossing his clothes haphazardly around the
room.
Willow's eyes widened into saucers at the sight of
him. He was gorgeous.
His body was firm and toned, years of training Buffy
having paid off. His chest was solid with
honey-colored hairs that Willow wanted to run her
fingers through. Her gaze drifted down his body to his
long muscular legs then back up to one very impressive
area.
He was breathtaking.
Giles watched Willow closely, feeling his body heating
up at the look she was giving him. He sat next to her,
reaching for the waistband of her skirt. She lifted
her hips, and he pulled the skirt along with her
panties down her luscious legs.
Turning his attention to her, Giles could only stare.
She was stunning.
None of his dreams compared to the reality of seeing
her. She was completely exposed to him now. He took
her in, like a sponge soaking up water.
Porcelain skin, fiery red hair and a pair of legs
that could rival Tina Turner's. His gaze trailed down
her chest, to her flat stomach, all the way to her
toes. He fixated his stare on her lovely legs, that
seemed endless. Smooth, firm and curvy, her legs were
perfect.
He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her
legs. Willow reached for him immediately, pulling him
down on top of her. Wanting to feel his bare skin
against hers.
The instant their bodies connected, both Willow and
Giles moaned inwardly. The feel of her soft breasts
against the rough hairs on his chest was amazing. She
grabbed his shoulders and stroked her chest up and
down his, causing both of them no end to the sweet
torture.
Wrapping his arms fully around her, Giles leaned in to
capture her lips in a kiss. The kiss was sweet and
tender, each one milking the others mouth for
sweetness. After a few moments, Giles pulled away to
stare at her for reassurance. And again what he saw
took his breath away.
Love, passion, desire were swirling in her eyes. She
stared at him in a way no one ever had or likely ever
would. Giles had never seen anyone express such love
for him the way Willow was now.
Guiding himself, Giles slowly entered her, pushing
until he reached her hilt. Checking to make sure she
was ready, he rocked inside her slowly, wanting her to
adjust to the feel of him.
Wrapping her legs around his, Willow dug her heels
into his calves urging him to go faster. Giles
complied, increasing his thrusts, pulling all the way
out before slamming all the way in. Willow threw her
arms around him, holding him to her.
Finding his earlobe, she lightly bit down on it,
causing Giles to move faster. She continued to nibble
his lobe, while at the same time running her nails
down his back, leaving love trails on his skin.
Growling deep inside, Giles bent his head and sucked
on the love bite that he had given her earlier. He
nipped and licked the bite before engulfing the skin
into his mouth.
The biting caused Willow to dig her nails deeper and
she pushed her pelvis hard against his, encouraging
his actions.
Close to the breaking point, Giles gave one last deep
thrust into her, orgasming and sinking his teeth into
her neck, as he came and came.
The feel of Giles' teeth combined with his thrusting
sent Willow over the edge. Digging her nails deeper,
Willow let herself go, her body shaking violently with
her orgasm.
(Hush me, hush me, darling
Hush me, hush me, darling
Hush me, hush me......)
Spent completely, Giles just laid there not moving.
Knowing he should disentangle himself from her before
crushing her with his weight, Giles tried to move but
to no avail. She clung to him like a limpet, not
wanting to part with him after the pleasure of being
joined with him.
Pulling back slightly, Giles reached out, brushing
back a few strands of her hair. He smiled tenderly at
her, elated that he was able to show her that he loved
her, but still wishing he could speak the words.
Willow reached up and ran her hand down his cheek,
caressing his face. It had been absolutely perfect.
She couldn't believe that as a result of being mute,
they were able to express their love for each other.
An opportunity that might not have occurred had they
not been struck with speechlessness.
Wishing she could speak her love for him, an idea
formed into her head. She removed one hand from his
back and held it out in front of him. Giles waited in
anticipation, wondering what she was going to do.
Smiling sweetly, she held up her hand, lowering her
middle and ring fingers, so that her pinky, index and
thumb were still upright.
Giles grinned brightly and removed his arm from around
her. Mimicking her, he held up his hand in the same
fashion as hers, two of his fingers down, while the
pinky, index and thumb were still standing.
'I love you', each one said to the other, their hands
speaking for them, until their voices could once
again.
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