Author: dragonydreams (Elisabeth)
Summary: Leaving Wolfram & Hart was the best decision Lindsey could have made.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: joss10k, my site, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
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Thanks to my betas: strangecreature, kallie_kat & emeraldswan for all of your help.
Author's Note: While this takes place during season 5 of Buffy, I'm leaving out some things to suit my purposes. 1) No Dawn & Joyce isn't sick, so Buffy is still living in the dorms with Willow as her roommate. 2) Tara is just a friend.
Chapter Word Count: 2,700; Total Word Count: 16,818
I know that it's been nine months since I last updated this story. If you need a refresher, or read for the first time, you can do so HERE.
Lindsey slowly drifted from sleep to awake. He had a smile on his face and his body was spooned tightly behind a warm female body. He opened his eyes and confirmed what his heart already knew…Willow.
The arm he had wrapped around her waist tightened as he rubbed his cheek against her shoulder, like a cat making itself comfortable.
"Tickles," Willow mumbled, swatting at her shoulder; her still-asleep mind allowing her to comment on his morning stubble.
Instead of answering verbally, Lindsey peppered the razed area with soft kisses.
"Mmm," Willow moaned in appreciation as she rolled over to face Lindsey. "Mornin'," she said as she raised a hand to his face.
Lindsey kissed her palm. "Good morning, beautiful. How'd you sleep?"
"You mean once we finally passed out?" she asked with a grin. "Wonderfully. You?"
"I can honestly say that that was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time." Lindsey's hand ran over Willow's back and buttocks, simply enjoying her sleep-warmed flesh. "Last night was…"
"Incredible," Willow purred, pressing her body into his.
"I'd have to agree with you on that one," Lindsey said.
Closing the short distance between them, Lindsey gave Willow a brief 'good morning' kiss. Before he could fully retreat, Willow pulled his face back to hers and gave him a very thorough, very passionate kiss.
"Now that's the way to start the day," Lindsey commented when they finally parted for air.
Willow giggled, a little surprised by her actions so far this morning. This just wasn't like her to be so forward in bed, especially with a man she barely knew. Deciding to continue with this theme of doing what felt right, Willow reached between their bodies and lightly took Lindsey's erection in hand.
Lindsey gasped at the feeling of Willow's fingers surrounding his cock. "Christ, Willow," he exclaimed, rolling onto his back.
"Too bad we didn't save one of the condoms for this morning," Willow pouted, lightly stroking him.
"Yeah, too bad," he readily agreed. The first thing he was going to do when they left this hotel room was find a place to buy a pack of condoms, maybe more than one, just to be safe.
"You don't…you probably shouldn't…you don't have to do this," he eventually managed to say. He was finding speaking difficult with all the blood in his body rushing to meet wherever Willow was touching him.
"Do what?" Willow innocently asked. "This?" She scooted down the bed and licked his cock from base to tip before taking it into her mouth.
Lindsey's hips bucked at the sensation of suddenly being surrounded by Willow's mouth. His fingers weaved their way into her hair and he held on for dear life as Willow proceeded to give him an exquisite blow job.
When he felt himself nearing completion, he managed to find his voice long enough to warn her. Willow pulled back, which earned her a groan from Lindsey, as she resumed rapidly pumping his cock with her hands. It didn't take long for him to come, his release landing on his stomach.
After quickly kissing him, Willow rolled out of bed and retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom, which she ran under the hot water tap. She carefully wiped his torso clean while he recovered.
"Come here," Lindsey demanded when Willow was preparing to return the washcloth to the bathroom.
Instead, she tossed it through the open door and crawled back into bed and pressed herself against Lindsey's side. "Here. I. Am."
Lindsey slid his hand into her hair and pulled her to him, taking her mouth in a fiery kiss. His tongue immediately slipped past her lips to tangle with hers, his hunger for her never waning.
Slowly, he rolled them so that Willow was now on her back and he was partially lying on top of her. She never seemed to notice as he moved his kisses away from her mouth and down to her chest, paying homage to her breasts, as he continued to taste his way down her body. She shivered in delight when she felt his moist breath against her pussy.
Repeating what he'd so recently said to her, Willow whispered, "You don't have to."
Lindsey looked up her body to meet her eyes. The lust she saw in them, for her, caused Willow to whimper as she unconsciously lifted her hips in invitation.
Lindsey gave her a wicked grin before diving in to taste her. His tongue darted between her lips, taking a slow pass along the length of her slit. He moved back down and pressed his tongue inside her. He groaned in delight at the wetness that welcomed him. Before long, he turned his attention to her clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers inside her.
Playing Willow's body like his favorite guitar, Lindsey soon had Willow panting and begging him for more. When her climax struck, Lindsey had to move his free hand to hold one of her thighs as they tried to squeeze his head off – or at least keep it locked in place. He didn't let that stop him from drawing her orgasm out as long as possible though, only easing back when she weakly pulled him away by his hair.
He discreetly wiped his mouth on the sheet as he crawled back up the bed to kiss a blissed-out Willow.
"Now that…was amazing," Willow panted. She turned her head to look into Lindsey's eyes. "I'm so glad that I met you."
"I'll take that orgasm as a compliment," Lindsey said.
Willow blushed. "That's not why. At least, that's not the only reason why," she amended. "I just mean that I haven't felt this…comfortable with myself, or anyone else, in a long time, and I owe that to you."
"Isn't it a bit soon for declarations like that?" Lindsey asked, secretly echoing her statement.
Willow looked thoughtful for a moment, as if taking stock of her mind and body. Finally, she grinned up at him. "Nope, I think it's the perfect amount of time."
Catching a glance at the clock, Lindsey regretfully said, "Speaking of time; we should probably get up. Mr. Giles wanted me to come by around 10 to help out."
"Aw, do we have to?" Willow asked, wrapping her body around Lindsey's to try to keep him in place.
"You're welcome to stay naked in my bed all day," Lindsey said, running a hand down her side. "But I'd like to stay on Mr. Giles' good side and prove that I can be of use to him; and I can't do that if I stay in bed with you, as much as I'd like to."
Pouting slightly, Willow sat up, releasing Lindsey, who slipped out of bed. "Sure, be all logical." Then she giggled. "And it's just Giles. Nobody calls him Mister," she said as she rolled out of bed and followed Lindsey into the bathroom.
Lindsey spit out his mouthful of toothpaste before saying, "I was raised to be polite and address my elders formally. Maybe once I know him better I'll drop the Mister. Okay?" Lindsey asked, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature.
"Fine by me. Just don't be surprised if everyone giggles when you call him Mr. Giles," Willow said, laughter still in her voice.
"If you keep that up I'm not going to save any hot water for you," Lindsey threatened as he closed the shower curtain behind him.
"Who said I was gonna wait?" Willow asked, pulling the curtain back and climbing into the shower with him.
Lindsey jumped as the cool air from outside the shower hit him. "Geez, Willow, give a guy some warning."
Trying not to laugh, Willow said, "Hey, at least I didn't flush the toilet first."
"Now that would have just been mean," Lindsey said, pulling her under the spray of water.
"Which is why I didn't do it," she agreed, leaning into him.
Turning them around, Lindsey tipped Willow's head back to get her hair wet, then leaned down to kiss her neck. "Let me wash your hair?" he whispered in her ear.
A contented "Mmm" was his answer.
Grinning, Lindsey picked up the little bottle of hotel shampoo and poured some into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his palms together to get them both soapy, then ran them through Willow's hair.
Willow took a step forward and rested her forehead on his chest for balance. "That feels soooo good," she mumbled against his skin as Lindsey worked up a good lather, massaging her scalp at the same time.
"Tilt your head back," he requested, then rinsed the shampoo from her sudsy hair when she did, being careful to keep it out of her eyes.
Once Willow was shampoo-free, Lindsey made quick work out of washing the rest of her body. If his hands spend a little extra time on her breasts or between her thighs, Willow didn't complain.
Turning them around, Willow gave Lindsey the same careful washing she'd just received, teasing and cleaning at the same time.
Lindsey felt his cock stir as Willow pressed her body against his back as her hands alternately slid over his rousing flesh. "You're killing me here," he groaned, his head falling back.
Willow giggled. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." She slid her hands back over his hips and finally pulled away from his body, allowing him to rinse off.
He turned off the cooling water and they stepped out of the shower. Willow grabbed two towels, handing one to Lindsey. The dried themselves and each other off before returning to the bedroom and dressing; Lindsey in jeans and a t-shirt, Willow in the clothes she'd worn the day before.
Looking down at herself she said, "I think we should stop by my dorm before going to meet Giles. After all, he saw what I was wearing last night."
"You don't want him knowing you spent the night with me?" Lindsey pouted, the gleam in his eyes showing he was teasing her.
Willow blushed as she said, "It's really not any of his business. But Giles doesn't really like when we talk about our love lives too much. He gets all British and nervous and starts cleaning his glasses and stuttering."
"We wouldn't want that." Making sure they had everything, Lindsey escorted Willow out the door.
Once they were in Lindsey's truck, he asked, "Do you want to grab some breakfast before we head over?"
"Let's stop by the dorm first and see if we have time. I, um, don't know if Buffy's gonna be there, and if she is, she's probably going to want to yell at me for staying out all night."
"Do you want me to come up with you? Or will that make it worse?" Lindsey asked.
Willow reached over to squeeze his hand. "No, come up. If Buffy's going to get on my case, I want her to see that you're going to be a part of my life. Besides, if you don't come up, she might use that as a way to show that you're using me, or something."
Willow breathed a sigh of relief when she slowly opened the door to her room and found it to be empty. In fact, it looked like Buffy hadn't slept in her bed either.
"She's not here," Willow said, just to affirm that it was true.
"Thank goodness for small favors," Lindsey said.
"You can say that again," Willow said, heading for her closet.
Lindsey barely refrained from saying it again. Instead, he crossed to Willow's bed and sat leaning against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him.
Willow emerged from her closet with a long skirt and t-shirt. She set them on the foot of the bed and moved to the dresser to find clean undergarments. When she had everything she needed she stared at Lindsey, who had been watching her.
"What?" he asked when she continued to stare at him.
"Are you going to just sit there and watch me change?" she asked.
"That was the plan, yes," Lindsey smirked. "It's not like I haven't already seen you naked."
"I know, but that was different," Willow said, blushing faintly.
"How was it different?"
The blush deepened. "Because at first it was because we were, you know, and then today we were showering, and stuff."
Lindsey couldn't help laughing at how bashful Willow was all of the sudden. "All right. Fine. Maybe I haven't earned casual clothing change viewing privileges yet." He closed his eyes. "Is this better?"
"Thank you," Willow said, a smile in her voice.
Figuring that Willow would have turned her back to him, even with his eyes closed, Lindsey allowed himself to peek, a small smile curving his lips. When he saw Willow start to turn back around he quickly closed them again.
He heard some more rustling and soon Willow announced, "Okay, you can open your eyes."
Lindsey's eyes immediately popped open and he grinned at the fully dressed Willow standing next to him.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"You don't have to say that," Willow protested. "This is nothing special."
"Maybe the clothes aren't, but you are," Lindsey said.
"Please." Willow brushed the compliment off. "So, you ready to go?"
"Not quite yet," Lindsey said, standing up. He wrapped his arms around Willow and captured her lips in a soft kiss. Willow moaned quietly at how wonderful it felt to be kissed by Lindsey and wrapped her arms around him.
She wasn't sure how long they stood there kissing, but when she glanced at the clock she saw that it was 9:50.
"Damn, we're going to be late," she exclaimed, pulling out of Lindsey's arms. She hurried to the wooden chest at the foot of her bed and began pulling out various herbs and powders and books. She dumped out the contents of her bag and then refilled it with the items on the floor.
"Okay, I'm ready," she announced.
"What is all of that?" Lindsey asked as they got back in his truck.
"Giles asked me to do a protection spell, remember?"
"You really know how to do that?"
"Of course. I'm a kick-ass Wicca," Willow proudly stated. "Or at least I will be with some more practice. But Giles has been helping me a lot since he got fired. It's like he's my Watcher too."
"Which would explain his interest in opening a magic shop," Lindsey concluded.
"Yeah. He was the librarian at our high school as a cover for being Buffy's Watcher, but then he was fired and we blew up the school. This seemed like a good career move for him. And it'll give us a place to hang out and do research that's not his apartment. I think he was getting tired of a bunch of teenagers invading his personal space."
"Isn't there already a magic shop in Sunnydale?" Lindsey asked. "I'd think that with all of the supernatural activity that they would be a dime a dozen."
"Strangely, there's just the one. It just changes owners on a regular basis," Willow told him.
"Changes owners?" Lindsey skeptically repeated. "As in they keep dying?"
"Um, yes. I don't think many of them knew what really went on in this town. They were just glad that people bought what they were selling. I really liked the last two owners, but they both got attacked by vamps. That's the down side to having a business that's open at night."
"Isn't Mr. Giles worried about meeting the same fate?"
Willow shrugged. "Not more than any other day. We've been fighting evil for a long time now. We all know the risks. What makes him owning the shop different is that it's also going to be the new training space for the Slayer. We're hoping that will keep some of the baddies away."
Lindsey parked near the shop and he and Willow grabbed coffees and muffins at the Espresso Pump before heading in. They were still talking as they entered, not noticing who else was present.
Lindsey stood stock still as he was greeted by a voice he hoped never to hear again.
"How's the hand?"