Pairing: Willow/Lindsey, Giles
Word Count: 1620 this chapter
Summary: Willow makes an unexpected friend at the coven.
Timeline: Through "Beneath You" (beginning BtVS S7).
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
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Summer passed into autumn and Willow and Lindsey's friendship continued to grow and deepen. Willow knew that Giles still had misgivings, but she was determined to remain friends with Lindsey, and Giles decided it wasn't worth the energy to keep up his protests.
While the coven and Giles were helping Willow gain control of and confidence in her power, Lindsey helped to make Willow feel human. He never once looked at her with fear in his eyes the way her teachers did.
Which was one reason Lindsey found Willow in his room when he returned from a ride one afternoon. Of course, he didn't see her until after he'd already stripped off his shirts in preparation for a shower.
"I brought a flower through the Earth from Paraguay," she said.
Lindsey spun around, looking for the source of the familiar voice. He found Willow sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed.
"You don't say," he commented, moving to sit beside her, his shirtless state forgotten in his concern over the false cheerfulness in her voice.
Sounding distant, she added, "The root systems are all connected."
"And this makes you sad?" Lindsey asked, taking a hold of her hand.
Willow rested her head on his shoulder. "I think I'm going to have to leave here soon," she confided.
"What? I didn't think you were ready to go back yet," Lindsey said, not ready for her to leave him.
"I'm not," Willow agreed. She sat up and met Lindsey's worried eyes. "Something's coming. Something really bad. I saw it. I saw the Earth's teeth."
Lindsey brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "Willow, darlin', you're not making any sense."
"I know it makes no sense, but welcome to my life," Willow said, giving in to the urge to touch Lindsey. It was only when her hand was resting on a bare chest - and she felt the shiver that went through him at her touch - that she realized Lindsey wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Lindsey, where's your shirt?" she nervously asked.
"Don't go changin' the subject," he teased, having enjoyed the feel of her hand on bare skin just a bit too much. His attraction to Willow had never gone away, just been ignored.
"I'm not," Willow protested. At Lindsey's raised eyebrow, she conceded. "Okay, maybe I am, but the subject needed changing. I don't want to go home before I'm ready, and even though I don't know when that will be, I know it's not now. There, subject closed. Now, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"Alright, we can let your concerns about going home wait for another time," Lindsey conceded. "And I'm not wearing a shirt because I didn't see you when I came in and I was going to go take a shower. In case you hadn't noticed, I stink."
"I wasn't gonna say anything…" Willow teased. "Do you, um, wanna go do that?"
"Not if you need me," Lindsey said. He covered her hand that was still resting on his chest with one of his own.
Willow's breath hitched at the desire that passed through Lindsey's eyes. She had tried to deny her growing attraction to him for months now, but she suddenly couldn't deny it any longer. Not in the face of having to leave him.
As the moment stretched on, Lindsey slowly leaned towards her.
"I do," Willow whispered, closing the distance between them.
When their lips finally met, Willow whimpered, her nails digging into Lindsey's chest. Lindsey's free hand slid up to cradle the back of Willow's head as the kiss went on.
"I need you so much," Willow confided when they finally parted. "So much more than I ever thought possible."
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," Lindsey said. Pulling Willow into his lap, he claimed her mouth again.
Willow had wrestled with her attraction to Lindsey. She felt that it was a betrayal to Tara's memory not only to desire someone so soon after her death, but a man to boot. Then again, how could Willow ever love another woman after Tara?
It wasn't until she was confronted with the reality of having to leave Lindsey behind that she realized just how deep her feelings for him had grown.
When Lindsey's hands slipped beneath her top to roam over her back, pulling her closer at the same time, she could feel he was hard beneath her; she told her brain to shut up.
Breaking the kiss, Willow leaned back and removed her shirt and bra.
Lindsey's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Willow nodded, blushing at her boldness. "I want you, Lindsey."
"Then let's do this proper." He kissed her briefly, then encouraged her to stand.
Sitting her down on the bed, Lindsey knelt beside her and removed her boots and socks before removing her jeans.
"Make yourself comfortable," he encouraged her while he hastily removed the remainder of his own clothing until he was left in just his boxers.
Willow had stretched out on the bed and distracted herself from her own near-nakedness to watch Lindsey undress. She held out a hand for him to join her, which he eagerly did.
As Lindsey kissed his way from her mouth down towards her breasts, she breathlessly reminded him, "I haven't done this in a long time."
"Been livin' a celibate life for a while myself," Lindsey confided.
"Not what I meant," Willow managed to say as Lindsey did something wonderful with his tongue against her nipple.
"I know," Lindsey said, switching to the other breast. "Just enjoy this for what it is. I'm sure it'll all come back to both of us."
"You're doing great so far," Willow keened.
As good as what he was doing felt, she needed to touch him. She pulled his mouth back up to hers, and he settled his body over hers. Her hands roamed over his back, occasionally dipping beneath his boxers to squeeze his ass, which caused Lindsey to thrust against her.
"Need to be inside you," he panted.
"Yes," Willow agreed, shoving blindly at his boxers. Together they managed to get them off him, and her panties too.
Lindsey scrambled for the bedside table, desperate to find the condoms he'd bought in hopes that this would one day happen.
"What are you looking for?" Willow asked, running her hands over his body.
"This," Lindsey said, holding up a condom triumphantly.
"Oh, right, good thinking," Willow said, having nearly forgotten about protection. "Should I ask who you bought those for?"
"You," Lindsey said, now properly sheathed. "Only you."
"Good answer," Willow said, kissing him again.
Sliding a hand down Willow's body, Lindsey eased a finger inside her, finding her wet and ready.
"More, please, need you," Willow begged after just a minute.
Wordlessly, Lindsey withdrew his finger and guided his cock to her entrance. With rocking motions, he slowly buried himself fully in Willow's heat.
"Goddess, that feels good," Willow panted. With a lift of her hips, she encouraged Lindsey to move.
Move he did. Lindsey began a fast pace, knowing he should go slowly to make the most of this, but he was too turned on to go slow; he'd wanted this for too long. If the sounds Willow was making were any indication, she was enjoying the fast pace just as much as he was.
Mouths fused together, Lindsey slid one hand between them, pressing his thumb to Willow's clit, encouraging her towards the completion they were both chasing. He was so close, and he was determined to take Willow with him.
Willow knew she wouldn't be able to hold back for long, so when Lindsey's calloused thumb began to circle her clit, Willow was a goner. She pulled him close as she called out his name, riding out the waves of pleasure.
Watching Willow's pleasure was all that it took to send Lindsey over the edge. He buried his face in her neck as he joined her in release.
They lay that way, recovering, for many long minutes. Finally, Lindsey found the energy to lift his head and languidly kiss Willow before rolling off her and disposing of the condom. Then he immediately pulled her back into his arms.
"That was just…wow. I have no words for how great that was," Willow said, resting her head against Lindsey's damp chest.
"I'm a bit speechless myself," Lindsey agreed. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head for a kiss.
"Mmm… I should be thanking you," Willow said, pressing her body against his.
Lindsey ran his fingers through Willow's hair, feeling more content than he had in a very long time.
"That was good-bye, wasn't it?" he asked, bringing them back to reality.
Willow sighed. "Not just yet, but soon."
"When do you have to leave?"
"I don't know. A few weeks, maybe? I didn't exactly get a timetable for the badness that's coming," Willow admitted.
Tipping Willow's face up to meet his eyes, Lindsey said, "Then we'll just have to make the most of the next few weeks."
"I'll need to spend extra time at my lessons, because I'll probably need the magic when I get home," Willow said, regretfully.
"We'll find the time. I don't want to take away from your preparations. Giles would kill me if I did," Lindsey promised.
"Giles can't know about this," Willow insisted. "He's never really warmed up to the idea of us being friends, and he'd go way British and stern if he found out about what we're doing."
"Don't worry, I'm in no rush to tell him," Lindsey said with a nervous laugh. "It's none of his business, anyway."
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