Summary: Willow's in for a surprise when she finds out her crystal necklace is more than it seems.
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Note: This was written for the Watchers' Firsts Fic-a-thon. My keywords were: Confession, Sewer, Anxiety
Giles stirred, unsure what had woken him. The realization that there was a weight on his chest shocked him to full wakefulness. His sudden movement drew a groan of protest from said weight, and he looked down upon a head of red hair pressing itself closer to his body.
Giles breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into his pillow. One of his hands lifted to play with the silky strands of Willow's hair.
Willow was lying in his bed, asleep. Which he had been, too, until a few moments ago. He puzzled over how this had come to be as his mind strove to catch up to his body's wakefulness.
Then the memories of that morning came rushing back to him. The sewer…the tomb…Willow throwing up…giving her memories back…a baby. Willow now remembered that they had had one night of incredible pleasure, which had inadvertently created the life now growing inside her.
Willow's hand clutched at his sweater and she pressed her hips into his side as she moaned in her sleep. She was obviously having a pleasant dream and Giles couldn't help being jealous of whomever was causing her such pleasure in her mind. That is, until she sighed his name. Smiling to himself, Giles risked waking her, hoping to participate in whatever his dream-self was doing.
Stroking her face, Giles softly coaxed her to awaken. "Willow. Willow, sweetheart, wake up."
He knew she'd awoken when she lifted her head and blinked up at him, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep up from her eyes.
"Giles?" she sleepily asked. "What are you doing here?"
He softly chuckled. "We're in my home, Willow. We took a nap together."
"Oh, right. I forgot. I haven't slept that well for a while. Must have been the company," she grinned.
"It sounded like you were having a good dream," he suggested.
Willow blushed as she remembered what she'd been dreaming. She and Giles had been at the library and he was about to make love to her on the big research table.
Still blushing, she admitted, "Yeah, it was a really good dream."
"Care to share?" he teased.
"Um," Willow hesitated. On the one hand, she was a little embarrassed to admit to having been having a sex dream about the man she was lying next to, but then again, she wanted to see if she and Giles could build a relationship, so they'd hopefully be having real life sex in the near future. "Well, you were in it."
"I gathered that," he said. At her questioning look, he added, "You were talking in your sleep."
"Oh, well, um, like I said, you were in it, and we were in the high school library. We were, uh, we were about to make love." Willow was blushing furiously.
"Sounds rather like one of my favorite fantasies," Giles commented, hoping to set her at ease. He couldn't even count the number of times he'd imagined taking her amongst the books after a long night of research, or even in the middle of the day while the rest were in classes.
"Really?" Willow sat up more to look at him. Seeing the truth in his eyes, she admitted, "Me too."
Slowly, ever so slowly, Giles leaned forward until he could reach Willow's lips. He watched her lick them in preparation for his kiss, unconsciously mimicking the action seconds before their mouths were pressed together.
There was no pretense in this kiss, no teasing, no gentleness. Long suppressed lust surged to the fore. Lips pressed hard against the other's, teeth clashing, as their passion grew and refused to be denied any longer.
Giles' hands dipped beneath the hem of Willow's shirt, squeezing and caressing her lower back, relishing the feel of her skin beneath his fingers. Willow moaned into the kiss, moving to straddle Giles' waist in order to press herself closer to him. Her fingers carded through his hair, savoring the silky smoothness of it.
Giles struggled to keep his hands on Willow's lower back, every ounce of his being wanting to slide the material up and over her head, exposing her even more to him. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the rational part of his brain he couldn't quite shut off insisted that they shouldn't move too quickly. Not again. He longed to sink inside her warmth again, lose himself in ecstasy, but he didn't think his heart could take another post-coital rejection.
Using all of his willpower, Giles gently pulled Willow off of him, settling her back beside him on the bed.
"What is it?" she breathlessly asked. "Did I do something wrong? Is this not what you want?"
"Oh, I want this very much," Giles assured her. "But is it what you want?"
"Would I be here if it wasn't?" she testily demanded, too horny now to want to talk.
"Honestly, I don't know." Giles shifted so that he could look into Willow's eyes. "We've been here before, allowed passion to rule our actions, and with very real consequences."
"But I'm already pregnant; that can't happen again," Willow said, her lust-addled brain not fully grasping what he was trying to say.
Giles shook his head, a sad smile turning his lips. "Thank goodness for that. That wasn't what I was referring to."
"The spell," Willow whispered, her brain catching up now that her hormones were settling down.
Giles nodded, taking her hands in his. "I don't want you to regret it if we make love again. I don't want you to regret anything we might do, for that matter."
"I'm sorry that I hurt you," Willow said, unable to meet Giles' eyes. She closed her own eyes briefly to replay her recently returned memory. "You only took me to bed because I asked you to, and then I made you take away that memory because I was afraid. Afraid of what it would be like to be with you."
"You thought that I would leave you, like young Oz?" Giles asked.
Willow nodded. "It was too fresh, the pain. Oz cheated on me and then left, for good, without a word. He was the first boy who ever loved me back, you know." Willow looked up at Giles with tears shining in her eyes. "I can see now that I used you, and I'm sorry. I don't know how you can even want to try to be with me now."
"Oh, Willow," Giles' left hand rose to caress Willow's cheek. "I knew that you didn't hurt me intentionally. I admit that it was painful to take away your memories of something that meant the world to me, but I also couldn't deny you anything. I meant what I said that night, I have wanted to be with you practically since the day we met. I knew it was wrong to lust after someone so young, but you bewitched me, long before you even knew magick existed."
Willow's breath caught at the sincerity and longing in Giles' voice. "You know, I had a crush on you too, right from the beginning. You were just so sexy with your knowledge, and your books, and your sexy accent." Willow blushed.
"I had no idea."
"I hid it well. I'm an experienced crusher. After all, I'd wanted Xander for years by then."
"You have no idea how many times I wanted to smack that boy for his obliviousness," Giles laughed. "Then again, it's hardly right for a man to be jealous over the attentions of a girl half his age."
"You seem awfully hung up on the age difference," Willow pointed out. "Does that worry you? I mean, if we're going to start dating, or whatever, then I should know."
"Doesn't it bother you?" Giles asked in surprise. "Willow, while I feel like a pedophile saying this, I am old enough to be your father."
"Oh, you're old enough to be a father, but not mine," Willow rubbed her belly affectionately, hardly believing that a life was growing inside. "Is that something you're ready for?"
"To be honest, I'd never considered the possibility of having a family before. The life of a Watcher, especially one with an active slayer, is a dangerous one. I could never be with a woman who didn't know about what dangers my life held, and haven't really looked for one. That being said, having a child of my own has been one of my secret yearnings."
"Lucky for you that you knocked up a girl who's chosen to dedicate her life to fighting evil too, then," Willow grinned.
"You're taking the news of your pregnancy awfully well," Giles couldn't help commenting. "Are you absolutely certain that this is what you want, to bring a child into our world, our life? You're still in college, after all. I know how important your education is to you, and then to have a career after that. Are you ready to be a mother?"
"To your child? Definitely," Willow purred.
Giles felt a shiver of lust go straight to his groin at the desire in Willow's voice.
"You do realize that I'm going to have to ravish you now?" he asked, a Ripperish gleam in his eyes as his hands began to run over Willow's legs.
"Oh, I've been waiting for you to ravish me since I woke up," Willow silkily replied, lying back on the bed, pulling Giles on top of her.
"I can safely say, your wait is over."
Willow met Giles' descending mouth, parting her lips to welcome his questing tongue. She welcomed his kiss, his tongue, his hands; whatever he had to offer, she was eager to accept.
Her hands crept up his back, under his sweater, drawing it up and over his head, reluctantly breaking the kiss to divest him of his top. She quickly pulled her own top over her head before her fingers curled into the wiry hairs covering his chest.
Giles trailed wet kisses down Willow's neck as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, eager to bare her completely to his hungry gaze. A quick peek over her shoulder and the aggravating contraption was released, the material soon discarded on the floor.
Leaning back, Giles took a moment to enjoy the sight of Willow's breasts heaving as she breathed shallowly, her dusky rose nipples inviting him to taste them. He was hardly one to refuse. Dipping down, Giles captured one hardening bud between his lips, rolling it with his tongue and teeth. His fingers slid up her side to play with the other breast.
Willow arched and moaned as Giles teased her sensitive nipples. The rough scratchy hair of his chest occasionally brushed against her side, threatening to tickle her. She was about to protest, when he switched his attentions, and she forgot what she was about to object to.
Her hand drifted up, tracing lazy patterns on his chest, then, unconsciously, drifting lower. She skimmed over his belt buckle to brush the back of her hand against the hardened flesh straining against his pants. Turning her hand over, Willow gently squeezed Giles' erection, causing him to buck into her hand.
Eager to move things along, Willow's other hand joined the first to open Giles' belt and pants, sliding around under the material to push them, and his boxers, down his body. She eased Giles onto his back, then sat up to fully remove the last of his clothing, and hers as well.
From her position near his feet, Willow admired the body laid out before her. Yes, he was a little softer around the middle than Oz had been, definitely hairier, but also much more well-endowed. Licking her lips, Willow shifted to her hands and knees, dipping her head to lick Giles once from base to tip, swiping her tongue over the slit that was already leaking precome.
"Willow, gods, love, come up here," Giles begged. His emotions were in overdrive and he knew that he wouldn't be able to last long if Willow were to continue teasing him with her mouth like that.
Placing a wet kiss on his pelvis, Willow slowly crawled up the bed, her lust-darkened eyes locked on Giles'.
"Here…I…am," she purred against his lips. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Fuck," Giles breathed out. He was surprised by this sensual creature in his bed, hardly knowing what had gotten into her.
"Sounds good to me," Willow agreed.
Throwing a leg over him, Willow captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Giles' hands came up to rest on Willow's hips, holding her steady above him.
One of his hands slid down to tease her center. One finger, then two, easily entered her and he groaned at how ready she was for him. He had been a little worried that her body wouldn't be as accepting of him as her mind. Apparently, though, they were in complete agreement.
Willow shifted back, with Giles' help, until she was poised above his eager erection. Holding him steady with one hand, Willow lowered herself until the tip had penetrated her channel.
"Oh, I'd forgotten how good you feel," she hissed. She pulled back a bit, then sank further onto him. Willow repeated this process until she could take all of him. "Mmm."
Giles found himself in the strange state of being speechless. Willow's body was tight and hot and looked absolutely gorgeous riding his. He pulled her down until he could take one of those glorious breasts back in his mouth, figuring he should put his inability to speak to good use.
He knew he was close, the sensations, and the woman causing them, working together to drive him to insanity. Adjusting his hand's position, Giles' thumb began to stroke Willow's clit, encouraging her to join him in sweet release.
"Gi-Giles," Willow began to chant, the additional stimulation to her clit rocketing her towards her orgasm. "I'm almost…I'm gonna…don't stooooopppp."
Willow keened and panted, her body going rigid as her inner muscles clamped down hard on Giles. Her nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks as she rode out the pleasurable sensations wracking her body.
Willow's orgasm came none too soon, the incredible tightness literally squeezing Giles' own release from his body. With a shout of, "Arhhhh, Willow," Giles spent himself inside her as Willow collapsed on his chest.
Too tired to move, they remained as they were - Giles' arms wrapped loosely around Willow, her hands now tangled in his sweaty hair. Eventually their breathing evened out, matching each other's deep breaths.
"I think I need another nap," Willow mumbled against Giles' chest.
"I think you're right," he couldn't help agreeing. He didn't think he could get up even if Buffy came crashing in being chased by a herd of demons.
The thought of Buffy woke him like a bucket of cold water.
"Um, Willow," he started.
"What are we going to tell Buffy?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, pulling herself up a bit to look at him.
Giles pulled her up and off of him, settling her next to him on the bed. Turning onto his side, he repeated, "What are we going to tell Buffy? About us, the baby?"
"Why do we have to tell her anything?" Willow sleepily protested.
Giles' hand reached out to stroke Willow's belly. "I think it will be rather obvious that you're pregnant before long."
"Oh, right," Willow frowned. "She won't be happy."
"That goes without saying," Giles agreed. "Not that I am one for labels, but what are we going to be to each other?"
"You're…you're the father of my baby," Willow stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Giles flushed with pride at that statement, but couldn't refrain himself from asking, "Is that all?"
Willow's forehead scrunched up in thought. "Well, we're lovers who are going to have a baby. Maybe more someday. Who knows?"
"Then you want to continue? You wish to be my lover?" Giles asked hopefully.
"Of course, silly," Willow chided him. "I wouldn't be here, in bed with you, if I didn't. I meant what I said earlier. I'm ready to see if I could love you. I don't think it would be hard."
"I love you already," he said. "I hope that you know that."
"I had a feeling, but it's nice to hear," Willow said with a blush.
"I love you, Willow Rosenberg," Giles reverently stated before kissing her.
"Hopefully, I'll be able to say the same back to you before long. I don't want to lie and say that I do now; I won't be that cruel. But I'm betting that long before junior here shows himself to the world, you'll have heard those words from these lips, only with your name at the end, not mine."
"We have all the time in the world, my little mother-to-be," Giles chuckled.
"Or at least another eight months."
Giles kissed her again, knowing the day couldn't come soon enough for her to return his love, but content for the time being to know that someday, soon, she would.