TITLE: A Hard Days Night
AUTHOR: Claudine
EMAIL: claudine423@yahoo.com
PAIRING: W/G
RATING: NC-17 ...actually, NC-21
FEEDBACK: Ok, but I'm new to writing smut - so please be nice.
NOTES: PWP, SWS (smut without story), Naked Giles, Naked Willow. Throbbing. Panting. Oh - and there's a hot tub :-)
DISCLAIMER: Permission to use these characters relating to BtVS & AtS has not been given. Joss, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB & Mutant Enemy own TM and copyrighted them. This is purely for fun, and no copyright infringement is intended. You know the drill ...

FYI: This is NOT related to any of the fic I've posted on these boards. And I apologize in advance if my fonts get all whacky on you while you're reading. I still haven't figured out what the problem is - sometimes it posts as I've typed it - sometimes it goes kabloooey. Hope it doesn't spoil the mood for ya:-)

Water hummed and bubbled in violent circles around the tub, promising to ease all of the tension from their tired, worn bodies at the end of this apocalyptic day. Giles had gotten in first, he'd been beaten pretty badly and was barely conscious. Willow went on to prepare some tea before she joined him. He stepped in and sank immediately into place, his head back and resting on folded towel.

She carried a tray into the room and sat on the cool tile as she poured a glass for him. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but she held them back, the throbbing behind the lens of her eyes so intense she couldn't see straight. He peaked out of the eye that hadn't been swollen shut and carefully raised an eyebrow in question as she added something powdery to his glass and chanted something Latin. "Don't ask," was all she offered.

After changing a few of the bandages on his face and neck, Willow dropped her robe and stood naked before him. "My God," he managed to get out, as he assessed the damages to her delicate frame "What did they do to you?" The bruises had formed already, the blood stains set in, but her resolve took over. Giles was her priority - she cared for him first, then herself. She smiled and dismissed his astonishment, "I'm fine. This doesn't hurt, really. A few scrapes." She stepped into the Jacuzzi and sat in his embrace, his body outlining hers from behind. As her head met the strong, safe harbor of his shoulder she announced, "You should see the other guy," and threw a weak smile up to him. He could barely muster a word, but the feeling of her in his arms was overwhelming and he let himself feel the pain as he craned his neck and stretched to meet her lips. "You are so brave," he whispered as his mouth passed her ear.

They sat in the tub for half an hour, the vibrations easing some of the pain out of their tired bodies. "I'm getting too old for this," he admitted. "A younger man would have..."

Willow didn't let him finish, "You were attacked from behind, Giles - by four vampires." She turned and brought herself up on one knee as she met his eyes, her wet, naked body now out of the water from her hips up. Her hand gently stroked the side of his face. The wounds there would take the longest to heal. "Please don't do this. Don't let those personal demons get you, too. I need you. I love you. Understand this - I don't care how old you are or how many horrid things you've done in your past. I know all of it - and I don't care. You've atoned. God knows you've punished yourself enough. And now here you are fighting with the strength of four or five men and you're admonishing yourself for it?" She kissed him softly, the heat from their bath creating a briny mist on his skin and lips. "No one would have fought braver. Or harder. You protected me, Giles." Her eyes met his, and she held his attention as she spoke. He was worn, tired, and ready for bed, but still he stayed. He loved her so much. At times he'd wondered if he was under her spell, for never before had his soul been touched so sweetly, so fully. But he knew better.

Her position over his body aroused him, amazingly. He didn't think he had an ounce of strength in him, but she must have brought it out. Her body, slick and shiny, soft against his. Eyes that looked into his soul and past his demons. The way her knee was situated between his legs stirred up thoughts into his mind as she unintentionally grazed his thigh with her own. Even though he was wounded, he tried so valiantly to show her some affection, but it hurt too much. He managed to stroke back a fallen strand of hair for her and tuck it behind her ear. "My love," he said, her torso naked and nipples hard on his chest, "If I make love to you tonight, I think I may actually die."

Willow was ashamed, she didn't realize what she'd been doing E28093 she'd been so intent on treating him affectionately and tending his wounds. The only reason she joined him in the tub was because she was afraid he'd pass out and drown if he was alone. "Giles, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

He stopped her with his finger, weak and bruised, on her lips. "Of course. I know you didn't come in here to seduce me at a time like this. But, you see, I have a problem. I believe you have the power to heal me. When I am with you, I am complete." He looked deep into her eyes and whispered, E2809CYou touch me and I forget everything bad in this world."

Her body had been slightly contorted as she spoke with him, nose to nose. She took this opportunity to adjust her legs so that she was straddling his lap, face to face as he reclined slightly back against the pulsing stream that escaped the jets behind his body. Rolling, steamy bubbles and the vibrations of the jets kept her slightly afloat in the hot pool, the slick skin of her thighs repeatedly coming into contact every few seconds with his. His arousal was growing as she floated above him, her mouth caressing the thick muscles of his neck and tight, square line of his jaw. Playing to his emotions, now, she worked her way up his body, finally breaking through his lips with a fervent voracity that shuddered his mind and his tired, beaten bones. He was too weak for kissing, she knew as soon as she met his mouth. After a brief, but passionate kiss, she broke away, ran her fingers through his hair and rested her forehead against his. "Close your eyes," she whispered. He complied. He had no choice.

She took a large sponge from the ledge and dipped in into the water to saturate it. As she eased herself down onto him, his skin hot and throbbing as he entered her, she lifted the sponge to his chest and watched the warm water cascade down his front and dissolve into the boiling pool it came from. She didn't want to hurt him, but she wanted him to feel her, and he so desperately wanted to sate her. She continued to shower him with the water from the sponge, each droplet like a little stream down his chest as it traveled back to its source.

He was full inside of her, his body aching and throbbing. Neither of them had the strength to feed their desire. Instead she sat astride him, his body wrought with pain from the chivalry he displayed earlier in the night when he had protected her against the attack. He moved slightly, trying to please the girl to no avail. Without the strength to slake his lover's passion, he felt like a failure. Willow didn't care, she was doing this for him, not for her. She leaned forward and placed another kiss on his lips as she undulated over him, massaging the length of the man inside her with her gentle, rhythmic motion. He was weak, but he wanted, needed, to be with her, close to her, inside of her. Giles tried to control himself, to hold back until he felt Willow reach a climax, but he didn't have the strength. His hands grasped her hips as he dipped inside of her one last time and exploded. She held onto his hands, the pulse of his wrists throbbing wildly on her fingers as she held them, reassuring him that this was what she wanted. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, love," he panted and gasped as he cradled her, his head strong against the blushing skin of her chest, "I'm too weak, tonight."

She pulled his head away from her breast and stopped him with a kiss before assuring again, "Giles..."

He whispered again to quiet her, he didn't want them to talk anymore, "Shhhh," he said and pulled her forward for another kiss.

Willow tried to stand to escort him out of the tub and into bed, but he pulled her down again. "Not yet. Stay with me a little while longer." She collapsed back into his embrace, like she had first been seated - his strong arms enveloping her from behind, her back softly against his front, her face turned and nestled in the crook of his neck.

The water was relaxing as it danced around the tub and kneaded the strain from their muscles. Willow grew weary, she always did in his arms. In fact, it had gotten to the point that she could no longer sleep unless he was with her.

Just as she began to nod off, she felt his hands moving, massaging the sides of her back and the front of her torso, just underneath her breasts. His hand slid between her legs, every inch of her body slick and plump with moisture from their long bath. He reached forward and teased her for a moment, his fingers gliding over but never entering her. She was writhing a little on his chest, not wanting to move too much for she knew she would hurt him. She wrapped her arms around his one arm that heavily, lazily, rested on her chest, urging him to continue with what he was doing. Her lips moved over the skin of his arm, biting softly, sucking gently, savoring the taste of him in her mouth and on her tongue. He teased her with his fingers and his thumb as she widened the space between her legs for him, allowing him easier access. She grew more and more aroused with each pass of his hand, his fingers skillfully tasting her most sensitive area, now swollen and hard as he massaged it. It was a struggle for her to breathe as he slipped a finger inside of her. Willow stifled a moan and bit her lower lip as he slowly eased out and replaced it with two fingers, the passage slick and throbbing hot on his skin. The water barely covered her chest as she heaved and sighed, though he was too tired to appreciate the visual. With his lips moving in her ear, kissing his way along, his tongue darted out every once in a while to ignite her. She was winded as she kept panting and trying to release, but he would not allow her to. Just as he felt her tighten around him, he pulled away and danced his fingers up and down the length of her thigh, leaving a trail of her slickness behind his hand that was immediately washed away by the water surrounding them. "Oh, God, please. Giles." She couldn't feel her legs, every inch of her was numb with anticipation as he toyed with her. Her body shivered, her torso rocking his chest as she shook. "Please," she begged, the rhythmic chuffing of her breath only reaching his neck as she arched her back above him. With every aching muscle in his body screaming with pain, he pulled Willow up onto him and slid gently inside of her. She rocked softly over him. She knew she was hurting him. Her muscles inside worked the length of him as he slid a hand around to her front and returned his fingers to the spot that drove her the most crazy. While his free hand braced her, flat against the small of her back, the undulations and circular motion of her hips sent him over the edge, torn between salving his pain and sating his pleasure. She writhed over him, her head thrown back as far as her neck would allow. Her hands were in a white-knuckle death grip on either side of the tub and her legs worked to slide off of him completely before allowing him to enter her again. With one final thrust he buried himself deep inside of her as she climaxed, his orgasm meeting hers as she spasmed, again and again, pulling him deeper inside of her. It rocked both of them to the core, each fighting the pain and feeling the pleasure. Giles dropped his head to her back, his face firmly planted in the wet, warm cavern of the space between her shoulder blades. He felt her continually contracting around him as he pulsed inside of her, every last ounce of energy flowing from his body to hers. His breath burned her skin as he panted and moaned with his lips firm against her, his teeth leaving small bite marks as he tried to control himself behind her.

Her held her in his arms, his fingertips humming and his soul slightly revived as he savored the moment. Though it sapped him of his strength, he knew she had given herself to him. Her essence fed his soul, repaired him from within as she stayed until he softened within her.

~~The End~~