__Unfeeling Guy__
By Andrea
"Giles, I can't believe you!" Willow shouted,
slamming the door of his apartment.
Giles turned at her voice, slight annoyance running
through him. He didn't really want to deal with her
right now. She looked angry, almost furious and the
thought of another heated argument with her did not
appeal to him.
"Giles!"
Turning slowly, he said casually. "Yes, Willow?"
"How could you?" Willow stopped in front of him. "How
could you take all my magic supplies away?!"
"Well, I could if I went to the dorm and asked Buffy
to let me in, and then proceeded to gather your
supplies." He smirked at her. "Which was exactly what
I did."
"So, you just took my things without asking me?" She
began to pace. "I can't believe this! Why would you do
something like that?" She faced him, anger on her
face.
Not being in the mood for another round with her,
Giles snapped. "Why? Why?" He strode over to stand in
front of her. "Because, as much as I hate to admit it,
you're a risk."
"Risk?"
"Yes, a risk." He stated,"Your emotions are jumbled,
you're not thinking clearly...you rush into
things..you don't take the necessary precautions.."
he ticked off all her miscomings.
"That's not true." Willow said quietly.
"It is." His voice softened. "Willow, I'm not saying
this to hurt you."
"You are." She shouted at him. "You're enjoying this,
aren't you? Acting all superior and high and mighty."
She stuttered, "You're...you're.."
"Willow, watch what you say...." Giles growled, his
ire slowly rising to the surface.
"You're 'Unfeeling Guy'!!" She screamed out, her whole
body shaking with anger.
As quick as lightning, Giles rushed forward, grabbed
her arms and slammed her against the wall. Staring
down into her eyes, his body hard against hers.
"Unfeeling Guy?" Giles gritted through his teeth, his
impatience and anger at an all time high. " Does this
seem unfeeling to you?"
And with that, Giles crushed his lips to hers in a
bruising kiss. Sucking and pulling at her lips, she
opened them slightly. His tongue instantly invaded,
tangling with hers roughly, as if capturing her tongue
to take back to his mouth.
Shocked for a moment, Willow responded, delving her
tongue into his mouth, sweeping swiftly around,
claiming her territory. She ran her tongue across the
roof of his mouth, sending a shiver down his spine.
Growling, Giles grabbed her hands and pressed her even
more firmly against the wall. He could feel the
hardness of her nipples against his chest. And he knew
that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
Wanting her to feel his arousal, Giles wedged his leg
between hers, rolled his hips, his erection firmly
against her.
Willow groaned deeply, involuntarily arching into his
firm body. She wished he'd release her hands, so she
could touch him. She wanted nothing more than to wrap
herself around him, to feel his hardness against her,
inside her.
Needing air, Giles broke the kiss, his chest heaving
from lack of breath. He gazed at her, pleased to note
that she seemed to be as affected as he. Her eyes were
glassy, her face flushed and her breath was coming out
in little gasps. The sight she'd made caused his body
to heat up even more.
"Have I proved I'm not 'unfeeling guy' or do I still
need to convince you?", he asked sexily, his hips
grinding against hers.
Her eyes met his. The same glazed look she knew was in
her eyes was reflected in his. Smiling sexily, she
whispered, "Convince me."
"I was so hoping you'd say that."
Grinning like a cat eating a canary, Giles relaxed
one of her hands, running his own up her arm. She
tried to raise her freed hand but he stopped her.
"Don't." he ordered, looking into her eyes. She nodded
and he smiled in satisfaction.
Reaching the front of her blouse, he fingered the
first button sensuously, enjoying her reaction. Her
chest was slightly heaving, and he could see her pulse
pounding.
Leaning in, he kissed her softly, as his hand began
its descent. Undoing each button slowly, his fingers
brushed her lightly, causing her to moan into his
mouth. Smiling to himself, he slid his hand underneath
her blouse, separating the cloth with his hand.
Pulling away from the pleasure of her mouth, he
released her other hand and used both of his to
separate the material even further, exposing her
breasts to his lusty gaze.
Willow was surprised that she was still standing.
Between his passionate kisses and barely there
touches, Giles was creating in her a need like no
other. She desperately wanted him to touch her again,
but knew he would do so when he was good and ready.
Looking up into his eyes, she saw the raw passion
reflected there. His eyes were dark and sultry, his
gaze piercing her, singeing her.
Grinning lasciviously, he lightly ran the tips of his
fingers over her breasts, down to her flat stomach.
Her skin was softer than he'd dreamed. And he had
dreamed many a time.
God, she was perfect.
He ran his hands back up her torso, his thumbs rubbing
her skin in circles. Cupping her breasts, he softly
squeezed the warm flesh, feeling her small body shiver
at his touch.
Willow was positive that she was in heaven. The feel
of Giles' hands on her skin was exquisite. Strong and
rugged, his hands were both gentle and rough, his
kneading possessive.
"Ohhh..." Willow exclaimed, throwing her head back
when his thumbs stroked her sensitive nipples.
"Like that?" he asked huskily, watching her body
quiver.
"Giles..." she begged.
"Well, do you?" he asked, removing his hands.
She opened her eyes, noticing the sly look in his. She
knew that he was waiting for an answer. She should
have said no. Should have turned him down, but
couldn't. Her body was on fire and the only one to
sate her was Giles.
"Yesss.." she answered, thrusting her breasts out
towards his hands. "Yes, Giles. I like that."
Grinning at her answer, Giles decided to take pity on
her. He replaced his hands with the warm haven of his
mouth. Engulfing her breast, he began to nibble and
suck her creamy flesh, his other hand playing with her
nipple. He swirled his tongue around the hard nub,
before lightly biting it with his teeth.
"Ahhh..." Willow groaned, holding his head to her
breast preventing him from leaving.He smiled to
himself, as he released her breast to lavish attention
on the other.
Willow was sure that she was dying. The feel of Giles'
warm mouth on her breast, his tongue dancing on her
skin, caused all rational thought to leave her brain.
She didn't even remember why they were arguing before.
And truthfully she didn't care.
Tangling her hands in his hair, Willow raised her leg
and ran it seductively along Giles' side. She could
feel the shutter rack his body and she repeated her
gesture.
Giles groaned low in his throat, the sound
reverbrating through her skin. He'd never been as
aroused as he was at this moment. Her responses to
him, the feel of her caused all his emotions to be
whipped into a frenzy.
At first he'd wanted to punish her. His anger and
frustration because of her outburst fueled his
actions. But now, it was passion and love that guided
him and he wanted nothing more than to make love to
her.
He lifted his head and caught her leg as she ran it
yet again along him. Squeezing her firm thigh, his
thumb sensuously rubbing circles up and down her skin.
He pressed himself against her again, his erection
straining painfully in his pants.
Lifting her chin, Giles forced her to look at him. He
wanted her to see what was in his eyes. To see his
true feelings for her.
Love.
Willow met his gaze, her emerald green eyes locking
into his. She was surprised at what she saw. She
expected anger and annoyance to still be there because
of her. She'd regretted her words the moment they left
her mouth, but she couldn't stop herself.
Everything had been bubbling for weeks, and when she'd
seen what Giles did, she flipped. She unfairly lashed
out at him, accusing him of being superior and
untrusting. And unfeeling. Even though, she knew deep
in her heart that he was only looking out for her.
Because he cared. And the evidence was in his eyes.
All she could see was love and tenderness alive in his
beautiful gems. His beautiful green eyes that she
wanted to drown herself in. To lose all her
inhibitions, her senses in him.
"Giles?", she whispered, traces of yearning in it.
"Sshh.." Giles placed a finger over her mouth, his
nerves tingling when she lightly kissed him.
Leaning in, Giles captured her mouth in a tender kiss.
His lips caressed hers, his teeth nibbling her bottom
lip. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her
closer to him as possible. In turn, Willow's legs
automatically going around his waist, her small frame
lifted off the ground. She wrapped her arms tightly
around his neck, her fingers tangling in his soft
locks.
As the kiss continued, it went from slow and sensuous
to passionate and demanding. Like the first kiss.
Except this time, both were dominating.
Giles ran his hands up her back to grasp her
shoulders, the hold pressing them even closer to the
wall. He felt Willow's legs tighten even more, causing
her pelvis to grind down on his aching groin. A
pleasure and a pain.
The feel of his erection on her throbbing center was
driving her mad. As she grinded down on him, her
tongue tangled with his, doing its own version of the
cha-cha.
Needing air, he released her mouth, his body shaking
with longing. "Willow, I need you."
A surge of heat flowed through her at his words. She
grabbed the sides of his head and crushed her lips to
his. Kissing him hard. After a few seconds of contact,
Willow pulled away to stare at him.
"Oh God, Giles.." her voice trembled with emotion. "I
need you too."
Growling in satisfaction, Giles reached under her
skirt to grab her underwear. With one swift yank, he
pulled it down, ripping them in the process. Easing
her body down his, he removed the ripped material,
tossing the damaged panties to the side.
At the same time, Willow's fingers undid his belt
quickly. Grasping his zipper, she fumbled for a moment
before yanking it down. She felt his hands on hers,
helping her to slide his jeans and boxers to the
floor.
He wrapped her up into his arms again and briefly
kissed her before guiding his erection inside her.
"Ohhh!" They both moaned, each one savoring the
perfectness of the union.
After a moment, Willow urged him on by running her leg
along his side. Taking the hint, Giles grabbed her,
and lifted her up so that he could have deeper access
to her.
Wrapping her legs for the second time around him,
Willow pulled him in closer, causing him to penetrate
even deeper than before. He grabbed her hips in a
bruising manner as he thrusted into her warm channel.
Her tight muscles squeezing his shaft with every
stroke.
He licked her neck, sucking on the creamy flesh,
before biting down gently, leaving his mark.
"God, Rupert..." she grained harshly, her legs
tightening even more, trapping him with her heat.
Giles sped up, his movements coming in short quick
thrusts. Slipping his hands underneath, he grabbed her
firm behind, squeezing as he repeatedly impaled her.
Wanting to feel his mouth on her skin again, Willow
urgently guided his head to her breasts, needing to
feel his mouth on them.
Smiling to himself, he did what she wanted. Taking a
hard nub into his mouth, Giles sucked and licked her
breast, his mouth keeping pace with his body.
"Ohh..Rupert!" Willow moaned, holding him tightly to
her. Her body started pushing against him harder,
needing release.
Spurred on by her actions and unable to last any
longer, Giles thrusted deep one last time, going as
deep as he could, filling her with his essence.
The combination of his thrusting and his mouth
engulfing her breast was enough for Willow. Her climax
ripped through her, causing her body to shake
uncontrollably.
As they slowly came down, Giles disengaged her legs
from his waist, slowly lowering her to the ground. He
held her tightly, not wanting to separate himself from
her just yet.
Willow slowly came back to her senses, her arms
grabbing him in a stronghold, as if trying to anchor
herself from the out of this world climax she'd just
experienced.
Finally after awhile, Giles asked, "Willow, love?" he
stroked some damp hairs out of her eyes.
"Hmmm?" she murmured, speechless.
"Is everything alright?" he asked concerned.
Opening her eyes, she smiled brightly. "Perfect." She
looked down guiltily. "Giles, I'm sorry. I was totally
wrong. I didn't mean it when I called you 'unfeeling
guy.'..." her lower lip trembled.
"Ssh..." Giles pressed his lips lightly to hers,
kissing her softly. "I'm sorry too."
"For what?"
"For taking your things without your permission." he
said, apologetically. "I had no right."
"Oh, Giles. You did that because you were worried
about me.I should have known that."
"Yes, but that doesn't make it any less acceptable."
he told her, running his hand down her face to cup her
chin. Raising it to meet his eyes, he grinned
lasciviously, "So, my little spitfire, there's still
one question I need the answer to."
"Which one is that?"
"Am I still 'unfeeling guy'?" he asked, sexily.
She shook her head. "Far from it." Smiling slyly,
Willow said, "However, I may need proof every now and
then. You know good, hard evidence."
"What other kind is there?", he asked sultrily, before
meeting her lips with his own.
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