__Study Break__
By Andrea
"How many terms do we really have to know?" Willow
thought to herself as she flipped through the psych
book. She'd been studying for over four hours in
Powell Library and she was starting to get antsy.
Her midterm was tomorrow and even though she had all
her notes, listened to the lecture tapes and went to
the T.A's office hours, she still wasn't sure about
the test. It was 40 % of her grade and since she was
seriously considering Psychology to be a possible
major, she needed to pass the class in order to go to
the next level.
Twirling her pen idly, Willow heaved a deep sigh and
resumed studying. She wanted to take a break but
feared if she did, then she might never get back to
studying.
Besides, her cubicle was in a secluded area. With only
one or two in the vicinity and she didn't want to
leave it. Someone might scoop it up in an instant and
she'd be lost. Students were vicious around here
during midterms, worse during finals. There was even
actual fighting for the last blue book. It was so sad.
Exhaling deeply, Willow opened her book to Chapter 7.
Staring at it, she muttered, "God, I don't really want
to do this."
"Maybe, you need a study break." A voice whispered in
her ear, causing Willow to jump in her seat.
Turning around, she exclaimed. "Giles! Don't do that!
You nearly scared me to death."
"Sorry." he replied, looking around for a place to
sit.
"What are you doing here?"
Shrugging, he squatted down to eye level, and
whispered. "I went to the dorm looking for you and
Buffy told me you were here, studying. Did you know
how big this place is?" She nodded. "I've been
searching all over for you. I almost gave up. This was
the my last resort."
She looked down at him, "Well, you found me. So,
what's up?"
Touching her hand, Giles asked sheepishly, "Well, I
need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"Ummm...yes..." He stumbled, uneasily. " I need you to
help with a spell."
Interrupting him, Willow asked, glaring at him. "A
spell? You came all the way down here for magic help?"
"Well.."
"In case, you haven't noticed, I'M studying for a
midterm here!" She practically yelled, quickly
glancing around to see if anybody heard her.
"I can see." Giles told her, slightly hurt by her
voice. "I just figured you might need a study break
and felt it was a perfect time to do a spell."
"You thought I wanted to do a spell during my break?"
Willow asked aghast. "You're right. I do need a break
but I'm not spending it doing a spell."
Noticing her anger, he said softly. "Willow, I'm
sorry. It was just a suggestion." He lightly took hold
of her hand. Looking into her eyes, he asked. "Now,
tell me pixie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing.", she replied, pouting.
"Now, how come I don't believe that?" He forced her to
look at him. "Willow, you can't hide anything from me.
I know you too well for that." His eyes pored into
hers. "Please tell me."
Gazing into his eyes, Willow answered him, tears in
her voice. " I have a midterm for a test I'm not sure
about. And if I don't get a good grade, I might not
pass the class. And I've been studying for hours and
it feels like I still don't know anything.."She
trailed off.
"Willow..."
"And I can't even take a goddamn break!" She yelled,
causing the other two students in the area to look at
her.
Giles squeezed her hand. "Now, why can't you take a
break?"
"Because, if I do, then my cubicle will be taken." He
looked skeptical." No, really. I'm serious. An empty
cubicle at midterms is like a pot of gold at the end
of a rainbow. It's that valuable."
"I could stay here and save it for you, if you'd
like?"
"Thanks, Giles. But, I can't ask you to do that."
Willow said gratefully. "Besides, if I actually leave
and take a break, I might not be able to get back into
a good study rhythm."
Giles nodded thoughtfully. He debated about whether or
not to offer her his solution for her dilemma.
Watching her trying to get the kinks out of her neck,
he made up his mind.
"Well, since you can't leave, then why don't I give
you a break right here?"
"What do you mean?"
"You look like you could use a massage." Giles
offered. "It's a wonderful tension reliever. You'll
feel very relaxed."
"You massage?" Willow asked, surprised.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I massage. My hands have
many uses other than shelving books, you know." He
grinned wickedly. "Let me give you the break you
need."
She smiled smugly. "Alright." she answered. "Relax
me."
Grinning slyly, Giles stood up, scanned the area for a
chair. Again, there was none available. Facing her, he
said. "There seems to be no vacant chairs."
Glancing around, Willow noted. "You're right." Looking
at her chair, she suggested. "Well, you can use my
chair. I'll sit on your lap."
She got out of the seat and Giles slid in. Spreading
his legs, he offered, "There's still room here in the
chair to sit on. Just wedge in." he motioned to the
seat of the chair.
Willow looked slightly reluctant, but sat anyway. He
was right. She fit like a glove. Wiggling to fit in
better, Willow could have sworn she heard Giles moan.
Turning her head, she said, "Okay. I'm ready."
Smiling sexily to himself, Giles raised his hands and
lightly placed them on her neck. He began a slow
massage, his fingers moving in circles, loosening the
knots that she had. He started kneading her skin, like
kneading bread, applying a more firmer pressure the
longer he continued.
Willow closed her eyes, giving herself over to Giles'
touch. The feel of his hands on her caused a shiver of
excitement to run down her spine. His fingers felt so
good, so relaxing. She could feel the tension slowly
fade away, as Giles' fingers worked its sensuous
torture on her.
He rolled his thumbs over the tight spots on her
shoulders. Rubbing in firm circles, he pressed hard,
slowly unknotting the muscles that were tightened
significantly. 'Probably from leaning over that book',
he thought to himself, as his hands made its way down
her shoulders and back up to the nape of her neck.
Willow's head fell forward, the sensations Giles was
creating, not only relaxed her but aroused her. She
felt her nerve endings tingle at his touch. The
strength in his hands transferring itself into her
skin, warming her up in more ways than one.
He could feel her body beginning to relax, the stress
leaving her. Smiling prideful, he moved his hands to
her nape, the pads of his fingers pressing along the
bone, easing out all the pain. He ran his finger
straight down then slowly rubbed up her nape in
circles, before sliding down and repeating the whole
process over again.
"Ohh..." Willow moaned, the pleasure taking over her
senses.
Grinning, Giles leaned forward slightly to whisper in
her ear. "Like that?"
She nodded mindlessly, his warm breath ruffling the
hairs on her neck, sending shivers down her back. Not
only was this relaxing, but more and more, his massage
was arousing her, creating a new tension in her.
One that was far more pleasurable than before.
Wondering if Giles felt anything, Willow began to
shift in her chair, pretending to get herself
comfortable. Wiggling, she purposefully leaned back,
her behind pressed all the way against him. Smiling to
herself, she felt his erection against her, the hard
evidence proving that he was, in fact, as aroused as
she.
The minute her firm behind pressed against him, Giles
knew he was lost. Her movements were rubbing against
him, the sensations being felt even through his jeans.
He idly wondered is she could feel him, then realized
he didn't care.
And she seemed to be affected as well. If the previous
moan she emitted was any indication.
Wanting to be positive, Giles lightly ran the pads of
his fingers down her spine, then back up with a firmer
pressure, pausing briefly in the middle of her back.
Realization finally dawned on him that she wasn't
wearing a bra, a fact that caused his body to heat up
even more.
If it was possible, Willow thought she might die from
this sweet torture. The feel of him touching her, made
her want even more than just a massage.
Turning her head, she met his eyes, noticing how dark
and lusty they looked. Licking her lips, she
whispered." Giles?"
Seeing her look, an exact replica of his own, Giles
crushed his lips to hers, all the pent up emotions
exploding in the kiss.
Sucking and biting, nipping and licking, Giles tugged
on her lips, urging her to open up for him. When she
did, he immediately thrust his tongue inside, tangling
it with her own in a duel of passion.
Willow thought she might die. This kiss was nothing
like she experienced before. Hot and tantalizing,
passionate and sweet, this was a kiss of dominance,
each one trying to win over the other. All the tension
and stress she'd been wanting to release, erupted in
that kiss.
She teased her tongue with his, darting it around his,
playing a game of cat and mouse in his mouth. She
swept his mouth, claiming it as her own, licking the
roof causing a moan to elicit from him.
Fed up with her teasing, Giles bit her tongue lightly
before sucking it deeply into his mouth. He dropped
his hands to her waist,lifted her small frame so that
she was straddling his lap.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling his head closer to hers. Tangling her fingers
in his hair, she ran them up and down his hair.
Sometimes yanking, sometimes smoothing it. But always
urging him closer, wanting to feel all of him.
She knew that she shouldn't be doing this here. But,
she didn't care. All that mattered was that Giles was
kissing her, her erotic dreams of him finally coming
to fruition.
He couldn't believe it.
Here he was, sitting in a library kissing a woman. And
not just any woman.
Willow.
The same Willow, who he'd fantasized about day and
night, since she walked into his library three years
ago. He never thought she would've returned the same
feelings, always telling himself that she'd never look
twice at him.
But, here she was. Kissing him with a passion, he'd
never experienced before with anyone. Holding him
close to her, as if she never wanted to let go.
Pulling back to catch her breath, Willow gazed down
into his eyes, seeing the need burning in them. She
knew her own eyes reflected the same, love and
tenderness also included.
"Giles?" she whispered.
Opening his eyes reluctantly, he stared at her, his
eyes glazed with passion. "What?"
Moving on his lap, causing him to moan, Willow asked
sexily. "Did you mean it when you said you'd give me
the break I needed?"
"Yes." he whispered softly, his blood heating up at
the tone of her voice.
"Goody." She lifted herself up slightly before sinking
back down, pressing her arousal against his, eliciting
yet another moan from him. "'Cause what I need right
now is you."
Growling, Giles pulled her flush against him, his
erection pressing between her legs, causing her to
moan deeply this time. He wrapped his arms tightly
around her, one hand on her behind, the other sliding
under her shirt.
Willow arched her back, needing to feel the pressure
of his hand against her skin. Sliding her hands down,
she reached the hem of his shirt and immediately
splayed her hands on his chest. Tangling her fingers
into the silky hairs, she tugged gently, before
running her nails up and down his chest.
Giles thought he was going to come then and there. The
touch of her delicate hands on his bare chest, sent
flames of fire coursing through his body. He instantly
returned the favor, moving his own hands to the front
of her shirt, tenderly running them over her breasts.
"Giles.." she softly pleaded, arching forward into his
touch. Closing her eyes, she felt him knead and
squeeze her sensitive flesh, sometimes pinching the
nipple, sometimes tweaking it.
At the same time, her hands were continuing their
ministrations, pinching and rubbing his nipples into
hard peaks.
Unable to take anymore of this torture, Giles said
urgently. "Willow, I don't think we're going to make
it back to my place."
She gazed down at him, her eyes burning with unsated
need. " Doesn't matter." she replied. "We'll be fine
right here."
His eyes widened. "Here?"
She nodded, her nails scraping up and down his chest.
"I can't leave, remember?"
"But.."
She leaned in and kissed him. And all thoughts of
propriety flew out the window. Reaching underneath her
skirt, he yanked her wet panties down, ripping them in
the process. She pulled back, only to find him
grinning lasciviously at her.
Flashing him a grin of her own, she reached for his
zipper and pulled, the soft sound of it being undone
resonating. Grabbing his cock, she guided him to her,
lifting up slightly before sinking back down, his cock
filling her.
Groaning in sync, they both held still. Each one
savoring the feel of the other. Eager for him, Willow
rose up before sinking back down, urging him to make
love to her.
Sensing her impatience, Giles grabbed her hips and
thrust up into her, causing her to let out a low
growl. He repeated the movement, loving her reactions
to him.
Willow wasn't sure if she was breathing or not. The
feel of Giles inside of her, created a fire that
seemed to heat up more and more with each movement.
Wrapping her arms even tighter, Willow kissed him
hard, her tongue penetrating his mouth, keeping pace
with her movements.
Unsure if he could last any longer, Giles reached down
between them to find the nub of her clitoris. Rubbing
it in small but firm circles, he increased his pace,
rubbing faster and faster, wanting to send her over
the edge with him.
At the feel of his hand, Willow increased her pace
until with one last movement, she slammed down,burying
her head into his shoulder as her orgasm ripped
through her.
Feeling the first sign of her orgasm was all Giles
needed. With one last deep upwards thrust, he let
himself go, biting his lip from screaming as his
climax tore through him.
Coming down somewhat, Giles was the first to recover,
pulling back to look into her eyes.
"Willow?" he asked softly, brushing a few damp strands
off her face. "Are you alright, love?"
She nodded. "That was the best study break I've ever
had." she told him, smiling tenderly.
"Told you I knew what you needed." he replied,
leisurely running his hands along her back.
Looking down at him, she grinned mischiviously. "You
know I still have hours of studying to do, if I want
to past the test. I'm gonna need alot of study
breaks."
He nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, my dear. You're
not just going to pass the test." He pulled her
closer, kissing her lightly on the mouth. " You're
going to get an 'A.'"
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