Firelight

They sat casually on the couch. The light from the
fire slowly dimming, offering only a crimson glow
against the long shadows.

Sleep drifted along their consciousness, just brushing
the edges of their minds. Willow let herself
fall under the spell of the warmth, the wine and the
late hour. Her hand rested on Giles' thigh, her slim
fingers spread out across the large muscle.

Without conscious thought, her fingers moved, gently
caressing the strength and breadth of his leg. The
thin material of his slacks left little to the
imagination. Her small hand ran carelessly down to his
knee, her fingers brushing across the top of his kneecap,
just dipping over the edge before slowly making its
way back up his leg, across the broad muscles of his
thigh.

Each pass of her hand traveled further up his leg, her
fingers resting on his upper leg, nearing the juncture
of his hip.

They both sat in silence, reveling in the feel of the
other - the presence, the promise.

Giles' arm was extended across the back of the sofa,
resting casually across her shoulder, his hand hanging
down into the empty space above her body, inches from
her chest.

They both took deep even breaths. Letting the
sensuality of the night wash over them, a gentle wave
on the shore, each moment an eternity unto itself.

Giles sat staring without seeing into the glowing
embers of the fireplace as Willow, her eyes closed,
rested her head against his strong arm. Her head was
tilted back, the muscles of his bicep pillowing her as
she drifted in the sensual haze.

Her hand continued its exploration, easing down the
length of his thigh. She could feel the material of
his slacks tighten, the unmistakable clenching of his
muscles as his erection grew.

The sensuality of the moment, the erotic silence,
urging her forward, Willow let her hand stray. Once
again it swept along his leg, barely touching him,
down to his knee, and finally back across his thigh.
But this time, her hand slid across his leg and
ended up resting gently in his lap. The hard press of
his erection pushed against the confines of his
clothes. She let her hand brush across his cock,
loving the feel of it as it surged forward.

His sharp intake of breath let her know what
effect the simple gesture had on him. Giles felt the
wave of desire course through him as Willow's fingers
danced above the strain of his erection.

Giles rubbed his hand along the back of the couch and
moaned low in his throat, a deep guttural sound.

Unable to stop herself, Willow's hand edged up past
his cock, undid the button to his pants and eased the
zipper down. She could feel him move under her hand,
the silk of his boxers barely holding him.

She swallowed in anticipation of the soft warm flesh,
the heat and the weight of him against her hand.

Giving himself to her completely, Giles closed his
eyes and let the dream become a reality.

Willow's hand continued to stroke him through the
slippery silk. She could feel the pulse, the straining
need, and she pushed down, her only desire to be
lost in the feel of him.

Her soft touch was a paradise, a torture. He wanted
nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her, to
feel her close around him, to envelop him, to lose
himself inside her.

Knowing he would come before long, before he even had
the chance to taste her, Giles stilled her hand. She
hadn't even felt the warmth of his skin yet, the silky
power of his cock in her hand. And yet it was already
driving them both mad.

Giles took hold of her hand and raised it to his lips.
Treasuring each sensation, each taste, he kissed her
hand. His warm mouth pressed into her palm, his tongue
darting out to lick the soft flesh.

Their eyes met in a haze of passion, a hunger for the
feel, the touch, the deep sighs, the caresses - all
that each had to offer.

Giles let go of her hand, his long fingers running
along her cheek. His hazel eyes, dark with lust asking
her for permission. He needed to know she wanted this
as badly as he did.

"I love you," she answered.

Stronger than any wine, more powerful than any spell,
the words pierced his soul. Overwhelmed, his heart
swelling with passion, Giles kissed Willow with all
his heart.

The sensual need mingled with eternity, the promise of
a lifetime exchanged in a kiss.

His desire overwhelming him, Giles gave into
the need. His mouth captured hers, his love for her
pouring out, drowning them both.

"Willow," he breathed. She suckled on his lower lip as
he tried to speak, as he tried so desperately to tell
her, to show her, to love her.

"Willow," he repeated in the softest sigh.

"Yes?" she answered, her mouth drifting down his neck.

With a strength he didn't know he possessed, Giles
pulled away from ecstasy. "God, Willow," he gasped.
"I love you."

She took his mouth in another kiss before pulling away
and gazing into the depths of his eyes, this time her
turn to question.

He smiled as he saw her look at him in disbelief.
"Always," he whispered - an admission, a promise.

Sharing a harmony of souls that few ever knew; each
song, each note in their hearts merged.

Rupert cupped the soft skin of her cheek, pulling her
to him, making sure she would always stay. Slowly, his
hand drifted down along her neck and finally
rested against her breast. His fingers caressed her
nipple, already peaking against her shirt, tight with
the need for his touch.

Needing desperately to feel her body against his,
Giles reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt,
pulling it over her head. He quickly released her from
the confines of her bra, her small round breasts
spilling out into his waiting hand.

Rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger, he
gave in to the surge of desire and dove down onto her
breast, engulfing her; taking all of her into his
eager mouth. He tongued her taut nipple, as she arched
toward him.

Needing to feel him as well, Willow reached inside
his boxers, slipping her hand past the elastic of the
waistband and brushing her fingers over the
engorged head before sliding down along his length.

He moaned against her as her hand gripped him,
shuddering as she pressed the velvety skin down,
pulling toward the base.

It was all too much to bear. The feel of her small
hand, the taste of her creamy breast, the rosebud
tips...

Growling with lust, Giles pulled her down to the
floor. In a swift movement, he shed his boxers and
shirt, before pulling away her skirt and panties.

His erection was so strong, so hard, that it nearly
laid flat against his stomach.

With a powerful thrust, he entered her, gasping at the
feel of her tight, warm flesh resisting him and
welcoming him at the same time.

"Dear, God," he gasped. "Oh, Willow."

Desperately wanting to feel him deeper inside her, to
have him fill every need, Willow grasped at him,
clutching him, pulling him toward her.

"Please," she begged. "Please."

Gasping for air, Giles plunged deeper still,
retreating until he was barely inside her, before
thrusting forward, driving her down into the carpet.

Each thrust was a need fulfilled and each withdrawal a
new desire to be sated.

"Oh God," he rasped knowing he was close to falling
into oblivion. Needing her to fall with him, Giles managed
to push his hand between them, to press against the flesh
of her clit. Each of his thrusts met in countermeasure with
the rapid vibrations of his fingers.

"Ru-rupert!" Willow gasped as her thighs clenched, her
orgasm sweeping through her, the waves crashing down
onto them both.

The feel of her climax, her cries of pleasure, the
gripping of her sex against his cock was too much.

He cried out her name in a strangled voice as he came,
thrusting deeper, forcing himself inside her.

Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, trying to
lean off to the side, afraid his weight was too much
for her small frame. They lay still; the room filled
with the sound of their breathing as each came back to
reality.

Able to move again, Giles rolled off to the side,
pulling her to him, enveloping her in his strong arms.
He kissed her tenderly before she rested her head
against his still heaving chest.

Bathed in the firelight neither spoke, nor felt the need.
In that moment, there was nothing the other didn't know.


The End