__Running__
By Andrea
Willow sat in the courtyard of Giles' apartment. He
wasn't home, so she decided to wait it out. She had an
important question to ask him about magic. She wanted
to know what herbs could be used for spiritual
healing.
She'd been feeling really dauncey lately, and thought
maybe it was emotional. Stress, moving away from home,
starting college....She needed a quick solution and
magic seemed the only way. She figured maybe if she
cleansed her spirit, healed whatever it was that
needed healing, the rundown feeling might go away.So,
she decided that a healing spell might do the trick
but unfortunately didn't have all the ingredients. And
the Dragon Cove was going to be closed for remodeling.
'Yeah, remodeling meaning the shop blew up because of
a transference spell gone haywire.' she thought
wirily, as she heard footsteps above her. She glanced
up and smiled. Giles came jogging down the stairs
looking slightly worn out.
"Hi, Giles." she called out brightly.
He stopped suddenly and smiled. "Willow. What a lovely
surprise." she handed him the bottle of water that had
been on the table. "Thank you."
"I didn't know you ran, Giles."
He rolled his yes. "Yes. I also do other normal
non-librarian things." He took a swig of water.
Willow looked slightly strickened. "I'm sorry, Giles..
I didn't mean anything by it..."
He looked at her and instantly regretted what he'd
said. "No, Willow. I'm sorry. I just assumed you would
make some sort of mid-life crisis comment or act
surprised that I even knew what jogging was."
"Why would I do that?" she asked hurt. He noticed and
mentally kicked himself.
"Oh Willow,..it's just with the teasing I receive from
Buffy when she found out, then Xander made his usual
comments....I just got tired.." he ran a hand through
his hair. "I'm sorry, Willow. I didn't mean to. I know
you would never..."
Realizing he was embarrassed, Willow held up her hand.
"Giles, it's cool. I would have reacted the same way.
Remember, when everyone thought I was so predictable,
I got tired too.." she said, making him relax.
"So, what brings you by,Willow?"
"Well, I need some herbs." She stared down at her
hands.
He gave her a look. "Herbs? Whatever for Willow?" he
asked curiously.
She shifted uncomfortably. "Ummm...well.."
"Willow, what spell do you want to do?" he unlocked
the door and motioned for her to enter.
"A spiritual cleansing one." She stood up and followed
him into the apartment.
"Spiritual cleansing" he asked confused. "Why?"
"Well, I've been feeling really rundown, blah...." She
sat on the couch. "It's not anything physical. I
thought maybe..you know emotional. So, I thought maybe
my aura, essence needed some picker-upper." She turned
to watch him prepare some tea.
Bringing the tray over, he sat down next to her.
"Willow, a spiritual cleansing spell is risky at best.
Those spells deal with your soul, your spirit and one
false move could alter your whole being."
She pouted. "So, you're saying no."
"Willow, I'm not. I'm just being cautious. I'd hate
for anything to happen to you." he sipped his tea.
"Have you thought maybe your sluggish feeling could be
as a result of stress? You are starting a new school,
it's understandable that it could be a factor."
"I thought of that. Everything seems to be going well.
Maybe its physical, maybe I need exercise to
rejuvenate me." She bit into a scone.
"Well, exercise does tend to give one a 'lift', so to
speak."
"Really? Does running do it for you?" she asked.
He nodded. "It does wonders. It gives me that extra
kick I need to start the day. Very invigorating."
"Maybe I should try it. See if it works." she
commented, taking another bite.
"Well, if you're serious." She nodded
enthusiastically. "You could always accompany me if
you'd like."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." he smiled. "I'd love to have a partner,
if you're interested."
"I am! Do you usually run abut this time?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes earlier. Depends on how much
research I have to do." He leant back. "What would be
a good time for you?"
"Ummm...probably morning. Before classes would be
good." She replied. Another thought came to her. "Hey!
Do you want to do the perimeter?"
"The perimeter? What is that?"He raised his eyebrows.
"It's the circumference of the college. You know, run
up Hilgard, down Sunset, then Veteran, Gayley and
finally Le Conte." She motioned with her finger the
route. "It's a fave among students and the faculty."
"How long is it?"
"A couple of miles, I think. But there's lots of rest
stops." Giles smirked. "Not that I'm saying you'd need
them. Hell, I probably will be the one to need a lung
transplant."
He smiled at her. "Alright. Perimeter it is. Shall we
say 8:00?"
"8:00 it is." She beamed.
"I recently acquired an Gutenberg original." Willow's
eyes popped out in excitement. "Would you like to see
it?"
"Would I?" She screamed in giddiness.And soon Giles
and Willow were lost in their mutual love for books.
***********
8:00, on the way to Willow's dorm:
Giles walked up the grassy slope to the dorm. He
couldn't believe that Willow wanted to join him. Not
that he minded. Far from it. Having a partner would
help ease the monotony that sometimes occurred during
his runs. Some light-hearted conversation would be a
welcome way to pass the time.
Also, having a partner would be somewhat of a
challenge for him. A good challenge, actually. He'd be
able to see if he could keep up with Willow at his
age.
He stopped suddenly.
'What am I thinking?' he thought.
He was healthy, vibrant, the occasional aches and
pains, but that was to be expected. Especially, if one
was Buffy's Watcher.
"I'm acting like I have one foot in the grave
already." he mumbled to himself, as he continued to
climb.
After all, Willow didn't think he was old. In fact,
she applauded the idea of him running. Impressed,
even.
And knowing that gave him a warm feeling of pride.
He glanced at his watch. It read 7:55. 'I'd better
hurry.'he thought as he quickened his pace up the
slope.
*************
Willow's Dorm:
Willow stepped outside and looked around. No sign of
Giles."Oh well. I'll just stretch in the meantime."
she said to herself.
Walking over to a bench, she propped her leg up and
bent over stretching. She idly wondered if this was a
good idea. The last time she'd ran a great distance
was when she had to do the mile for her freshman P.E
class in high school. She wasn't a spectacular runner.
Far from it.She was adequate, she guessed. And she
hoped she would be able to keep up with Giles.
Giles as a runner. that was great. She wasn't at all
surprised. In fact, that explained alot.
Like how he was in such good shape. Like his body was
firm and muscular, and he had the behind muscles of
Baryshikov. Her mind flashed back to yesterday. He
looked yummy, all sweaty and out of breath. Her body
had grown warm at the sight of him. Like now just
thinking about him.
She shook her head. "Stop impure thinking. Giles will
be here any minute." she mumbled, as she switched legs
and bent to stretch again.
******
Giles came walking up and stopped dead in his tracks.
What he saw made his heart race.
Willow was standing there stretching and wearing quite
possibly the skimpiest exercise outfit he'd ever seen.
Probably skimpier than some of Buffy's.
She was wearing lime green short shorts with a
matching bra top. The outfit was very revealing and
accentuated Willow's assets wonderfully. It also
showcased her long legs and creamy white skin. He felt
his body respond and immediately crushed all thinking.
'I'm going to need a cold shower after this and its
not going to be because of the running.' he mused.
Coming closer to her, he yelled. "Willow!"She turned
and fought to keep her tongue in her mouth.
He looked scrumptious. He had on the same outfit as
the day before except without the hooded sweatshirt.
Which was good, since it emphasized the muscles in his
arms. And she fortunately was able to see Giles chest
more clearly. His firm, solid chest.
Blinking her eyes, she called out, "Hey, Giles!" He
came up beside her. "I was just stretching. You know
loosening up my muscles." she told him, bopping
around.
"Good idea." He spread his legs wide and began to do
toe touches. Willow raised up slightly on her toes,
trying to steal a glance at his behind.
He looked up, wondering what she was doing. Realizing
that Giles was staring at her, Willow sheepishly sank
back down. Giles mouth quirked into a hidden smile.
Shifting her feet, she asked. "Ummm..is there
anything you need for me to put in my room. You know,
just in case you didn't want to hold it."
"Just my keys." he held them up. "But, we don't need
to go all the way up to your room. I'll hold them, I
guess."
"No. Here, you can put them in my shoe." She lifted up
her right sneaker for him to see. "See, I have a
sneaker carry. There's room for your keys if you
want."
"Alright." Giles unzipped the holder and tried to stop
his fingers from shaking. Being this close to her
magnificent leg was driving him cuckoo. Realizing he
was holding her leg longer than he should, he
immediately stuffed in his keys and zipped the holder
closed.
Standing up, he asked. "Shall we begin?" She nodded.
They walked down the slope until they got to the edge
of the campus.
"Which way to go?" asked Giles looking up and down the
street.
"Well, that all depends." She stated as Giles turned
to her. "We could go down Gayley, to Le Conte, up
Hilgard, Sunset, Veteran, which would be uphill in the
beginning and downhill towards the end or vice versa."
"I think I like downhill at the end better." Giles
remarked, extending his arms once more to stretch.
Looking at Willow, he asked. "Shall we?"
"We shall." And with that they took off running.
**************
"I think I need to stop." panted Willow as she
collapsed on the bench near the bus station.
"Excellent idea." Giles breathed, parking himself next
to her.
They had been jogging for awhile now, almost halfway
around the perimeter. They had jogged on Le Conte then
up to Hilgard which was a challenge. Hilgard was a
steep street that encompassed the sorority houses and
running from Le Conte up Hilgard was a steady uphill
climb.
Running at a steady pace, Willow was able to keep up
with Giles only lagging behind when they got to the
steepest part of the street. She was surprised, since
it had been years she'd done jogging of any kind.
Other than out running demons, that is.
And Giles was amazing. Not only did he keep pace but
a few times, she was the one having to play catch-up
to him. But the best part was spending time with him.
During the course of the run, they had talked nonstop.
Everything from the latest movies to the oldest books
to even what was going on at the college. It was so
easy and comfortable talking to him. He had a way of
putting her at ease, always listening, always asking
the right questions. No Hellmouthy talk, everything
else talk.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Giles asked. "Shall
we continue? Otherwise we'll never finish."
Willow bounced up. "Okay. I'm refreshed." She held out
her hand to him, loving the strength in his grip.
When their hands connected, Giles involuntarily
shivered. The feel of her always made him turn into
jelly. The softness of her creamy skin, the smooth
fingers, contrasted magnificently with his well
worned, rough hands. But, it wasn't only her hands
that made his nerves tingle.
It was watching Willow running in that incredible
lime green outfit. Running beside her, he was able to
cast glances at her body in motion. Watching Willow
jog was a breathtaking sight. Her lithe body moved
like a gazelle. Smooth, graceful, almost magical, her
legs pumped up and down in a way that would make a
track star proud. And, he honestly admitted to
himself, the sight of Willow in those tight shorts
showcased her firm behind beautifully, making that one
of the highlights of the run so far.
"Giles? Giles?" Willow asked, still holding his hand.
Snapping out of his reverie, he said. "Oh...sorry,
Willow." He let her pull him, "Thank you. Well, lets
be on our way." And with that, he started running,
Willow easily catching up to him.
***************
"Giles, I know there's a vending machine nearby. Let's
get some water." Willow said, leading Giles off the
path. He nodded silently and followed her. Leading
them past the entrance of the grade school, Willow
found the machines. Scanning each one, she found the
one selling the water. '$1.50 a pop. What a rip-off.'
she thought as she turned to see Giles..
He was standing there smiling slyly at her. "What?"
she asked.
"Just wondering if you didn't have the sneaker carry,
where else would you hold the money?"
"What makes you think I put the money in my sneaker?"
she asked, flirtatiously, causing Giles to look at her
in shock.
"Well...ummm...I.." He trailed off, as his eyes roamed
up and down her body.
Willow shivered at his lusty stares, stated. "I'm
kidding, Giles. It's in the sneaker." She managed to
say, as she bent over to retrieve it. Her position
allowed Giles a perfect view of her tight behind,
which he took greedily. Idly wondering if she knew he
was staring, he continued to sweep his eyes over her
form.
They had been doing this throughout the whole run.
Stealing glances, flirting with each other, Giles had
forgotten how much sexual tension exercise could
bring. And if truth be told, it wasn't just the
exercise that caused the heat in the air. If that was
the case, he'd have been all over Buffy during their
training sessions, feeling more than the father's love
he actually had for her. No, exercise wasn't the
culprit. it was his desires that were at fault.
He had wanted Willow since day one, when she walked
into the library, curious and bright-eyed. Ever since
that day, his mind would drift off into that forbidden
area he continually buried, dreaming of her, loving
her from afar.
His nights were filled with her, his dreams so vivid
that he could almost touch her, taste her. Luckily for
him, he was able to put up a facade to hide his real
emotions. But there were times, like this, that even
the staunchest demeanor he could muster, was even
unable to hide his wants.
"Here, Giles," she offered, snapping him out of his
daydreaming. Grabbing the bottle, he took a giant gulp
of water before handing it back to her.
"Oops. You have some water there,.." she said, taking
her index finger and sweeping it across his upper lip.
Gathering the water droplets on her finger, he watched
entranced, as she raised it to her lips, her tongue
darting out to taste.
"Hmmm...salty but sweet." she stated sexily. She knew
that she was blatantly flirting with him and she
didn't care. Seeing him, all sweaty and very
masculine, her desire for him arose tenfold. More than
her usual desire, which was already pretty strong.
Even though she was with Oz, her lust for Giles never
faded.
She'd wanted him the first time she saw him, her body
quivering at his green eyes that seemed to penetrate
her soul. Since then, she had many, many dreams
involving him. With her. Doing things that would make
even a sailor blush. Shaking her head, she glanced up
to see him smile with fondness, combined with
wickedness, "Yes?" she asked.
"Nothing." he replied, as he stepped closer to her.
Their bodies were almost touching, the heat coming off
in waves. Just as their heads moved in to kiss, the
bell rang and a stream of children came bounding out
of the classrooms.
Giles and Willow both jumped back suddenly, shocked
and surprised. Willow looked at him, "I think we'd
better go. I'm not sure I want the teachers to catch
us here." He nodded and they took off again, heading
for the path on Sunset.
************
As they were coming down Gayley back towards the
school, Willow could see the dorm up ahead and an idea
came to her.
"Hey, Giles," she panted.
He turned to face her. "Hmm?"
"The dorm is up ahead," she pointed up the slope.
"I'll race you back."
"Race?" he asked, panting slightly.
"Yup." she replied, stopping to jog in place. "You
game?"
His eyes twinkling, he gave her a mischievous grin
right before he took off, running up the hilly slope.
Willow was stupified for a moment before sprinting up
the hill trying to catch up to him.
As Stevenson Hall came into view, they were almost
neck and neck, until Giles put on a burst of speed and
ran past Willow, getting to the front entrance by the
skin of his teeth.
"I win." he panted, grinning widely as Willow crashed
into him.
"Barely." she huffed. "You..you cheated."
He shook his head. "No, I didn't." he skimmed his eyes
over her. "Guess, I'm in better shape than you
thought."
"I guess you are." Willow flirted, her eyes appraising
him, causing Giles to blush.
Glancing at his watch, he said a bit reluctantly,
"Ummm....I should go."
"Do you have to go so soon?"Willow asked. "Have you
had breakfast yet?"
"Just toast, why?"
"Come to the dining hall with me and have some
breakfast." she said, a slight begging tone to her
voice. "It's free."
"How can I go inside like this?" he gestured at his
appearance.
"Take a shower." she suggested. "You can use the guys
bathroom. No one would mind."
"Willow...."
"C'mon, Giles,.."She drawled, giving him a puppy dog
look that Giles was unable to resist.
"Alright, Willow," he grinned. "Breakfast it is."
"Goody!" She replied, grabbing his hand and leading
him inside.
***********
Unlocking the door, Willow led him inside. "Make
yourself at home." she said, throwing her keys on the
desk.
Giles walked in and sat down on her bed. Eyeing her
curiously, he asked, "What do you want me to do now?"
his voice taking on a suggestive tone.
Noticing his tone, Willow turned to face him. Smiling
sneakily, she replied. "Well, I think we should get
you out of those sweaty clothes and into a shower.
Don't you agree?" she offered, her eyes twinkling.
Grinning widely, he answered, "Wholeheartedly." and
began to slip his shoes and socks off.
Grabbing an extra pair of sweatpants, she walked over
to the mini-fridge and retrieved some water.
Unscrewing the cap, she offered."Want some?"
He glanced up, wondering what exactly was she
offering, then noticed the bottle, he sighed. "Thank
you." He took the bottle and drank deeply from it.
"Uh-oh, Giles. It happened again." she stated
seductively.
"What?"
"This." Willow swiped her index finger for the second
time that day over his upper lip, gathering the water
on her finger. But she didn't stop there.
Moving gently but firmly, Willow ran her finger
across his lips before bringing it to her mouth,
sucking the water droplets off. Giles just stood there
in fascination, his body immediately responding to her
gesture.
Licking her lips sexily, she asked, "Did that quench
your thirst?"
Groaning at the double entendre, he grabbed her arms,
pulling her flush against him. She could feel his
hardness against her bare abdomen and whimpered
softly.She looked up at him, wondering what he was
going to do next.
Grinning lasciviously, he answered,"No, but this
will." Bending his head, he crushed his lips to hers,
his mouth hot and demanding. Willow tried to raise her
arms to wrap around his neck but he wouldn't let her.
Sliding his hands down her arms, never breaking the
kiss, he grabbed her hands and pulled her even closer
to him. At the contact, they both moaned, the
reverberations bouncing off both their mouths.
The kiss became feral, almost violent, their pent up
desires finally unleashed. Nipping and biting, sucking
and licking, Giles thrust his tongue into her mouth,
tangling with hers. He sweeped his tongue across her
teeth, up to the roof of her mouth,back down to hers,
his tongue claiming his territory.
Willow tried to dominate the kiss but to no avail. He
was unrelenting in his passion, kissing her, draining
every ounce of breath from her body.
Needing air, he pulled back panting harshly. Glancing
down, he saw that she was in the same state as him.
Her green gems were glazed, her mouth swollen from his
kisses, her breath coming out in short spurts. She
gazed at him, a mixture of desire and love reflected
in her beautiful eyes.
Still holding both of her hands in his, he said
huskily, "My little titian temptress..." he clucked
his tongue, as one hand tangled in her hair, tugging
on it causing her head to tilt back. "I want to know
something."
"What?" she asked, surprised that she was able to
stand after that soul searing kiss.
"Is this why you asked me up here? Is this what you
want?" he asked, emphasizing his question by grinding
his hips into hers, causing them both no end to their
frustration.
She nodded. "You said you were in good shape." Her
eyes pored into his, fire and passion dancing in them.
"Show me."
Growling, Giles released her hands, instead grabbing
her behind roughly and lifted her up. She immediately
wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding down on
him, as she threw her arms around his neck. Turning,
Giles sat on the bed, Willow's legs straddling him.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, his mouth
gentle this time but not much. He ran one hand up her
back tot angle in her hair, while the other remained
firmly on her behind. He nipped and sucked her lips,
his tongue pressing insistently against hers, urging
her to open for him.
Willow, who this time was doing the teasing,dug her
hands into his hair, tugging and smoothing it at the
same time. Her lips were closed and she felt his
tongue trying to gain entrance but she denied him.
Smiling to herself, she kept them closed, teasing him.
Realizing she was not going to open up, he pulled
away and glared at her. She just sat their smiling
wickedly, a smile he recognized well.
Ripper.
She was smiling Ripper-like at him, causing his cock
to harden even more. Giving her one of his own wicked
smiles, he said through clenched teeth, "Willow..."
"Yes?" she asked innocently, her eyes twinkling.
"You're teasing again," he said, his voice taking on
an edge. "Keep doing that and I might.."
"You might what?" she interrupted, smiling in
anticipation.
"Do this." He grabbed the front of her bra top and
ripped it apart. She gasped in shock,as Giles yanked
the material off her shoulders, and down her arms.
Standing up, he turned and threw her on the bed.
Lunging after her, he grabbed her arms pinning them
down to the bed. He straddled her right leg,
interlacing his hands in hers, pressing his whole body
onto her.
Willow moaned deeply, shifting her body to feel more
of him. Her wiggling caused him to groan inaudibly and
involuntarily press down harder on her, his face
inches from hers.
"So, you like being a tease, hmmmm?" he leaned in
closer. "Well, I'm going to show you what real teasing
is."
And at that, Giles began to rub himself on her leg,
slowly, sensually. Willow moaned, as the exquisite
feel of the cotton sweatpants, barely hiding his
erection, rubbed against her bare thigh. Tightening
his hold, he captured her eye, staring lustfully while
he continued his slow, tantalizing movements. Unable
to maintain eye contact any longer, Willow closed her
eyes, bit her lip and drawled, "Giles..."
"Yes?"
"Please..." she begged, the sensations he was causing
driving her crazy with passion.
"Please what?" he breathed, his mouth hovering inches
away from her breast, the warm heat from his mouth
causing her to shiver. She arched her back, trying in
vain to get him to touch her. "Please what, Willow?"
he asked again, the feel of her bare leg against his
now rock hard cock both a pleasure and a pain." Shall
I stop teasing? Have you had enough?"
She nodded wordlessly, her body aching for some
release. Taking mercy on her and himself, he bent his
head to her breast and snaked out his tongue flicking
her nipple.
"Giles!" She screamed as her first orgasm hit. Giles
watched entranced as her body shook from her release,
his own arousal heightening.
Growling, he engulfed her whole breast this time,
sucking and licking, alternating from one to the
other. He grazed his teeth over the creamy skin, first
a light touch then to a firmer touch leaving light
love tracks in his wake. He skimmed the nipple with
his teeth before biting gently, tugging on it, his
tongue licking her nipple at the same time.
As the pleasure was becoming too much, Willow
said,"Giles, you're still teasing..." She wiggled her
body, trying to touch him.
Pulling away, causing her to groan, he released her
hands and sat up. He sat there for bit, just taking in
the sight of her. She lay there like a goddess, her
red hair tousled from the run and his touch. Her eyes
were glazed, her body sticky and clammy from jogging,
starting to sweat slightly as their activities heated
up. He roamed his eyes lower, focusing on her pert
breasts. They were swollen from his ministrations, the
light pink love tracks he had made with his teeth
standing out in high contrast with the porcelain of
her skin.
Grabbing his shirt, he lifted it up and over his
head, tossing it to the side. She whimpered at the
sight, his firm muscled chest, scarred with a
sprinkling of honey colored hair that she wanted to
run her fingers through. Her hands reached up and ran
through his hair, tangling in it. He groaned and
tilted his head back,as she slowly moved her hands all
over his chest. She rubbed in circles, light at first
then with a more firmer pressure, kneading him like a
cat. Her fingers captured his nipples and rolled them
softly. He growled loudly and pulled her hands away,
unable to take anymore.
Giles leaned forward, his legs now straddling both of
hers, and pressed his chest to hers. They both moaned
at the feel of bare chest against bare chest, her
softness contrasting wonderfully with his roughness.
Rubbing their chests against each other, Giles
captured her lips in a kiss. He slipped his arms under
her, while she wrapped hers tightly around his neck.
He held her close to him, so close that you couldn't
tell where one began and one ended.
The kiss was different than the ones before. No
teasing, no roughness, no domination. Just two mouths
melting together in a romantic kiss. Their tongues did
a slow sensual dance, darting playfully around each
other, each one exploring the others mouth as
throughly as possible. She sucked his lip into her
mouth,pulling and tugging, causing him to moan.
Pulling away, he stared at her, "Willow, I don't think
I can last much longer."
"Neither can I." she replied, rubbing her chest
against his.
Groaning, he gently removed himself from her embrace
and stood up. Undoing the drawstring, he slipped off
his sweatpants and boxers as quickly as possible.
Willow sat up and stared at him in awe. He was
beautiful. His entire body was firmed and well toned
and he wasn't kidding when he said he was in good
shape. Giles looked down at her, catching her looking
at him and his heart swelled, as did the rest of him,
with love and pride. The look she was giving him was
almost enough to make him come right then and there.
Reaching out, he grabbed her green shorts and yanked
them down, slipping them off her legs. He looked at
her in shock.
She didn't have any underwear on.
Raising his eyebrows in question, she just shrugged
and said, "Pantylines."
Shaking his head, he lifted one of her legs and knelt
between her. He could feel her heat coming off of her
in waves, the scent of her driving him wild. He looked
down at her one last time for any misgivings but all
she did was gaze at him with a erotic combo of love,
lust and passion.
Unable to resist any longer, he guided himself to her
opening and pushed inside, filling her to the hilt. He
raised his head to look at her and all she did was
shake her head. For some reason, he always thought she
would still be a virgin, not really believing she
would give herself to Oz. But, staring down at her
beautiful face, gazing at him with such love, he
realized it didn't matter because now she was is.
He moved slowly, pulling out almost all the way
before slamming into her. Willow wrapped her arms
around his back, pulling him down on top of her,
needing to feel all of him. He wrapped his hands on
her shoulders, his elbows resting at her sides.
Rhythmatically, he moved, his thrusts increasing, his
hips grinding down on hers. As their passion grew,
Willow started to push against him, urging him to
speed up even more. They moved in sync, their bodies
acting as one, both of them feeling more complete than
ever.
Feeling his orgasm approaching, Giles sped up,
thrusting faster and quick, wanting to take her over
the edge with him. Willow pushed harder against him,
trying to rub her clit with each of his thrusts.
Reaching down, Giles rolled her clit between his
fingers, pushing her clit up to the bone.
That did it.
The feel of his touch on her clit combined with his
thrusts was enough to sending Willow over the edge. As
her climax came upon her, she screamed, "Rupert!"
Hearing his name, Giles let himself go, releasing his
essence into her, filling her completely. He held her
to him as they both shook violently, their orgasms
more intense than they had ever been.
As they both came down slowly, Giles managed to pull
away slightly to stare into her eyes. He looked at
her, his eyes full of love and happiness. Willow
smiled lovingly at him, hugging him closer to her.
"Wow! That was amazing, Mr.Giles." she said, stroking
his cheek lovingly with her hand." You weren't kidding
when you said you were in good shape."
Giles chuckled, his own hand wiping the damp strands
of hair off her face. He leaned in and kissed her
lightly on the lips, his tongue gently sweeping across
her mouth.
Pulling back, he grinned innocently. "Have I ever lied
to you before, Miss Rosenberg?"
And at that,Willow began to laugh and Giles joined
in,both happier than they had been in a long time.
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