Pairing: Willow/Lindsey, Giles
Word Count: 1184 this chapter
Summary: Willow makes an unexpected friend at the coven.
Timeline: Through "Beneath You" (beginning BtVS S7).
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"It's time," Giles stated simply over breakfast two weeks later.
That statement didn't need any clarification.
"No, I'm not ready," Willow protested. "I'm not. Just ask anyone in the coven."
"I've spoken with Mrs. Hartness and she agrees that you're ready enough. Granted, you could stand to spend a few more weeks, or months, under their tutelage, but there simply isn't time. Whatever this thing is that's coming, it's already on the move," Giles insisted. "You're needed in Sunnydale."
"Have you told them that?" Willow bitterly asked. "They hardly ever want to talk to me when they call here or when you call them. What makes you think they're ready for me to come home?"
"They're your friends, of course they want you home," Giles said.
"I'm not so sure about that," Willow said.
"You certainly won't solve your differences if you remain here," Giles pointed out.
Giles sipped at his tea while Willow toyed with her food. "I-is this about Lindsey?" Giles hesitantly asked.
Willow sat up straight, and then relaxed again. "What makes you say that?" Willow nonchalantly asked.
Giles sighed. "Your reaction gave you away, I'm afraid." Willow guiltily looked at her uneaten breakfast. "I know that it will be difficult leaving your new friend, but distance does not need to end the friendship."
"I know that," Willow pouted.
"It is still just friendship between you, I hope," Giles said.
"It's always been friendship," Willow said, which was technically the truth.
"Please don't make me ask it," Giles requested.
"What? Have we had sex? Are we lovers?" Willow practically shouted, getting a satisfactory blush from Giles.
"Yes, that," he acknowledged, cleaning his glasses.
"That would be none of your business," Willow informed him.
"I was afraid that was the case."
"Why? What do you still have against Lindsey? And how did you know?"
"It was something Mrs. Hartness commented on the last time we spoke. She said something about how your aura had shifted. Your grief was lifting, your soul was calmer."
"Really?" Willow hesitantly asked.
"Yes. As much as I may hate to admit it, Lindsey seems to have had a positive effect on your…recovery," Giles said.
"Can I tell him you said that?" Willow asked, grinning.
"Absolutely not." Giles was grinning too, despite the hard tone.
Sobering, Willow asked, "When do I leave?"
"The day after tomorrow," Giles answered. Willow shifted in her chair, her intentions obvious. "Go on and tell him."
"Thanks, Giles." Willow was out the door before she'd finished speaking.
Willow found Lindsey in his room, reading on the bed.
She didn't even say anything, just straddled him and kissed him hungrily. Lindsey kissed her back just as eagerly, tossing his book aside.
Willow writhed against him, causing him to harden beneath her. She opened his jeans and pulled his cock free, stroking him while she reached for the condoms.
"What are you…?"
Willow cut off Lindsey's words with a kiss.
"Talk later," she insisted, rolling the condom over him.
Willow raised her skirt and shimmied out of her panties before sinking down onto Lindsey.
"Talking's overrated," Lindsey agreed, kissing Willow again.
Willow rode Lindsey hard and fast. She was desperate for him. She didn't want to lose this, lose him.
It wasn't long before they were crying out each other's name in release.
Pressing his forehead to hers, Lindsey asked, "When do you go?"
"Day after tomorrow," Willow confirmed.
"So soon?" Lindsey choked out.
Willow nodded. "Giles just told me. Oh, and he knows about us."
Lindsey groaned. "And he's okay with it?"
"Apparently you've been good for me," Willow confided, touching his face. "Mrs. Hartness said so. It's hard for him to argue with her."
"Still, he must be thrilled to get you away from me," Lindsey pouted.
"Yeah, probably, but we don't have to stop being friends just 'cause I'm leaving," Willow said. "We can still talk and email and stuff."
"It won't be the same," Lindsey said, running his hands over Willow's back.
"But it'll be better than nothing, right?" Willow desperately asked. "Please don't make me lose you completely when I leave."
"What? Hey, now, no." Lindsey kissed her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about how hard this is going to be for you. I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I don't want to let you go."
"You could come with me?"
"No, I can't."
"You don't want to?" Willow asked, moving off of Lindsey.
"I do, of course I do," Lindsey insisted. He quickly disposed of the condom and tucked himself away. "I'm not ready to leave here, yet."
"You think I am?" Willow cried. "I'm in no way ready to go back, but I don't have a choice."
"Says who? Giles?"
"Well, yes, and the coven. There's something big coming and I'm needed in Sunnnydale," Willow said.
"So they're prepared to throw you to the wolves in order to serve their greater purpose?" Lindsey pressed.
"It's not just their greater purpose. This is who I am. This is what I do. I help fight the big bads that threaten the Hellmouth. I've been doing it since I was sixteen and I'm not about to stop now," Willow insisted.
Lindsey sat back with a slight smile on his face, the fight gone out of him.
"What's that look for?" Willow asked.
"It sounds to me like you know what it is you have to do. What you're ready to do," Lindsey said, stroking a thumb against her cheek.
Willow thought about what she'd just said and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I do. I still want you to come with."
"I know. A part of me really wants to, but I can't. I still have Wolfram & Hart after me. I need to keep working on getting out from under their radar, and the Hellmouth would not be a safe place for me."
"Right, I almost forgot about them," Willow said.
"It's easy to, here," Lindsey agreed. "But I'm only safe while I'm on the grounds. I can't forget that."
"Forever?" Willow asked.
"No, we've been working on a way to keep me shielded wherever I go, but the research isn't complete. We're getting closer, though," Lindsey promised.
"Okay, good. I'd hate to think you were trapped here for the rest of your life. Not that it isn't great here, but it could start to feel like a prison."
"It already was, until you wandered into my barn."
Willow blushed and buried her face in his neck. "Why do you say things like that?"
"Because it's true. You have no idea how much meeting you has meant to me," Lindsey said, drawing her into a kiss.
"Same here." Willow kissed him again.
"When do you have to be back?" Lindsey asked.
"Don't care," Willow said, kissing his neck. "Giles knows I'm here. I don't think he expects me back today."
"Then let's spend the day in bed, and I want you to spend the night. I want to sleep with you, even if it's just this once," Lindsey proposed.
"There's no where else I'd rather be," Willow said.