English Rains: Part Six

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Giles cleared his throat. "Well...yes." He paused, giving her a moment to collect herself.

"You mean, like, right now?" she asked incredulously.

"No...it's...it's part of the initiation. Initiated by your sponsor...since I gave your name to the council, that would be...me." He stammered, "I shouldn't have brought you here, Willow, you're too young, I'm too old...I don't want to...don't want to...I can't, dammit!"

He tried to stand up with his last outburst, but Willow clung to him fiercely. "Giles..." she said tremulously.

He paused in his excitement long enough to look at her. He had successfully managed to stand up, but Willow had held on to him. Now, she was kneeling on the couch, her arms tight around his neck, her firm young body pressed to his, her red hair shimmering in the firelight. "Willow. Let go."

"No." She shook her head and pressed closer to him. "You said it yourself; two people can't spent that kind of time together without some kind of imagining going on." She removed the pin holding her hair up, and Giles couldn't help but watch in admiration as it tumbled down, curling about her shoulders like crimson waves. She shook her hair out a bit, and leaned imperceptibly closer. "I admit it, I've imagined."

"What?" he said, shocked. The breath was taken from him. If he moved just a fraction of an inch, their lips would be touching. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a little voice told him that this wasn't right...this was Willow, for pete's sake, he had no right to be touching her this way, to be feeling this about a girl twenty years his junior.

Rupert let Ripper come out long enough to tell the little voice to shut the hell up.

Closing his arms around Willow, he crushed her to him, covering her mouth with his in a bruising, passionate kiss, his experienced tongue seeking hers out, wrestling with it. She opened to him, completely, a perfect lotus flower in tropical rain.

He softened the kiss, and gently moved his hands from her backside (How did they get there? he thought.) to her stomach, and higher, to her small rosebud breasts, slowly, gently circling. Around to her back, slowly dragging the zipper on her dress down...

Willow whimpered and arched her back, nudging her pelvis closer to his, her hands gently tugging at the buttons on his shirt. She opened them, one by one, and tugged the shirt off of his arms gently, then broke the kiss off, and pulled his head down to nuzzle his ear.

He gasped* and buried his hands in her hair.

Willow whispered, "Bedroom."

"Yes. Quite right."

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When the sun broke through the curtains of the Watcher's suite, Willow was curled up on top of him, her head pillowed on his chest, and one leg on either side of his hips. He smiled and kissed her forehead, and allowed his hands to roam over her smooth skin. His eyes roamed the chaos the bedroom was in -- his clothing and hers thrown everywhere, blankets on the floor, Willow's nylons carelessly draped over a table lamp. He smiled.

Willow stirred, and she felt hands smoothing her hair, and lips nuzzling her ear. A voice whispered, "Welcome to the Watchers, Willow."

"Is that all it takes?" she whispered back.

"There's another ritual...but since I've..ah...taken your maidenhead...it's just an awakening of the power I've instilled in you." he answered.

Willow slowly moved her hips against his. "Some power."

He groaned. "When did you stop being shy and retiring, and start acting like a grown woman?"

"When you looked at me in the hallway before dinner last night. You acted like you'd never seen me before. I liked it." She kissed him on the mouth, softly and then got up and began to move around the room collecting her things. "And I'm pretty much grown, anyhow. Why wouldn't I be, after hanging around with you and Buffy for the last year or so?"

The gravity of their situation finally hit him. The little voice in his head was echoing a word: "Statutory....statutory...statutory."

"Willow?" he said quietly.

"Yes, Giles?" she replied.

"We really need to talk about what happened last night."

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he drinks a whisky drink(back)
he drinks a vodka drink(fic)
he drinks a lager drink(main)