TITLE: Trading Spaces
AUTHOR: Claudine
EMAIL: claudine423@yahoo.com
PAIRING: W/G
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Sure!
NOTES: Willow wants to give Giles the perfect gift. Herself.
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.

Willow sat on the floor of the bedroom, books sprawled out in front of her, herbs and crystals arrayed in a chaotic randomness. She was searching for the perfect thing, the perfect spell for Giles for his birthday. It was going to be a good one, a gift that would keep on giving, long after the candles were blown out.

They had been living together for over a year. Dating for two. Giles was such a difficult person to buy presents for. Another book? Yeah, he'd appreciate that, but she wanted to do something else for him. Something more.

There was a soft knock on the door, "Love?"

"Don't come in here," Willow said, not realizing that the door was locked and he couldn't even if he wanted to.

"Are you alright," he asked.

"I'm fine. I'm just....I'm not finished, yet. I need more time." She almost had the spell down, but she needed to be sure.

"Willow, this is silly, you don't have to go to all this trouble for me." He sipped his brandy, still on the other side of a very locked door. He heard the latch slide open and her pert little face appeared through a narrow crack in the door. A smile crept over his lips as she peered out at him.

"Five more minutes. Then it's cake and presents," she said. "Promise."

After a moment he conceded, "If you insist." He raised his glass to her as if to say carry on and watched as the door closed again and the lock flew into place.

She finished the potion she was working on for the spell and then cleaned up the mess she had made on the floor. After she lit about a hundred candles, she slipped into a green satin nightgown and put on a black velvet robe to keep her warm. Giles would like it, it was soft and sexy. It was a good choice for him.

As she made her way to the dining room, raindrops softly played on the windows in time to the music. Giles surprised her from behind and wrapped her up in his arms and waltzed her around the room. It was a small room, but his gesture made her weak in the knees.

He ended with a dip and when his lips met hers they were sweet with brandy and cool and moist. She shivered and tried to catch her breath as he raised her up, his hand never leaving its stronghold in the small of her back.

"Hey, it's your birthday, remember?" She smiled.

"That doesn't mean I can't still be romantic and sweep you off your feet," he said and placed a delicate kiss on her cheek. It made her blush.

"Time for cake," she said, pointing to a chair at the table. She disappeared into the kitchen, and when she came back, she was carrying a very small, but delectable looking cake with one candle lit on the top. "I'm not singing," she said as she walked closer to him.

She carefully put the cake down on the table in front of him. He was touched. Nobody had ever been so excited to do something nice for him before.

With her arms wrapped around him from behind his chair, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Make a wish."

"I don't have to," he said. "What else could I possibly wish for? I've got you."

She bit his ear, playfully, but hard. It was easier than saying oh, please. What she didn't understand was that he meant it wholeheartedly.

He just laughed and then took a deep breath. "It's a good thing you didn't put as many as you were supposed to on the cake, we may have had a serious fire." He blew out the candle and then ran his finger along the edge of the icing. After he raised his finger to his mouth for a taste, he offered it to Willow. She leaned forward and licked his finger, from where it met his palm to the very tip.

She moved away and went to the kitchen, her robe dusting the ground behind her in a majestic sweep as Giles looked on. My God he loved her.

When she came back to the room carrying a tea kettle, her eyes settled on Giles setting a place for her at the table. They ate their dessert by candlelight while soft music filled the space of the air around them. She stood to clear away their dishes, but as she reached for his plate, he put his hand on her wrist. Their eyes met and he raised her wrist to his lips and kissed the inside of it delicately before he stood and took her in his arms.

They spent the next hour slow dancing, her head resting on the strong, safe harbor of his shoulder. She had loved Tara, but there was always something in the back of her mind telling her that it wouldn't be forever. Now, with Giles, those voices no longer haunted her. It didn't mean that her life with Tara was wrong, it just meant that it ended as it should have, when it should have, to make way for this.

She turned her face so that her lips met the crease of his neck and she kissed him sweetly before whispering, "Time for your present."

He squeezed her once and let go of her as she led him to the bedroom. Not that he was complaining, but birthday sex? It was a nice gesture, but......

"On the bed," she instructed and he complied. He sat on the edge with his hands on either side of the outside of his thighs as he waited for his 'present.' She opened her jewelry box and retrieved a small black, velvet box. It was a little bigger than a ring-box.

She held her hand in front of him, eye-level with her palm turned up and the box resting on her fingers. When he opened it he didn't find what he expected. Well, he wasn't sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn't a vial of blue liquid. He took it out of the box and examined it. "I hope it fits," he joked, clearly unsure of what it was.

Willow knew she would have some explaining to do. She took the vial from him and sat down next to him on the bed. "I wanted to give you something that would last..." she didn't want to say forever. Eternal meant good things to a lot of people, but to Watchers and Slayers, it usually meant immortal, which meant vampire. "....a long time," she concluded. "Giles, we've been together for a while, now, and....well....as far as men go, I've only been with you and Oz."

"I hope not in that order," he said and smiled to ease her tension.

She didn't bother to answer. Instead she took a deep breath and continued, "Trying to be serious here." She put on her resolve face and looked him in the eyes. "When I was with Tara, I knew how to touch her and what felt good because.....I was, you know, familiar with her....equipment?" The last word came out rather quickly and she made it sound like a question. "What I'm trying to say is - I want to know how to please you."

"You already do, love," he said and stroked her silky hair.

"No, I mean, really. I want to know what makes you feel good so that I can touch you the way you want to be touched, or the way you need to be touched. I mean, obviously, I know what makes you feel good 'cause....with the moaning and all......" She was getting nervous. How on earth was she going to tell him exactly what his present was? "See, this is why I made the potion, 'cause I'm not good with the words."

"Just tell me, love, what is it?" His voice was soft and unassuming. It put her at ease.

"I want you to know how you make me feel, too. I want you to feel the things I feel when you touch me. The way you make my body shiver from the tip of my toes to the ends of my hair when you kiss me. I can't share this space with you, I can't give you my soul so that you can feel all of my love, but I can switch our bodies so that you can feel the other stuff." She just looked into his eyes.

He wanted to say no to her, he didn't want her to be in his body, to feel how old he felt all the time. He didn't want her to know that his knee popped if he walked up too many steps too fast, or that his back ached every morning when he woke up. But this was her present to him, and he wanted to make her happy.

"I assure you that each and every time you touch me I shiver as well." He took her hand in his. "Let's have it then," he whispered.

She smiled and leaned her forehead against his and closed her eyes. With a sleight of hand she uncorked the tiny bottle and drank half of it, and then handed him the rest. He drank it and she took the bottle back from him and walked it over to the dresser.

She made her way back to him and stood between his legs and reached down to run her fingers through his hair. His hands instinctively went to her hips when she bent forward to kiss him. He untied her robe and slipped his hands underneath of it and around to her back, the silk of her nightgown soft on the skin of his hands as she leaned further into him and guided him back to the bed.

His hands explored her briefly before he felt a strange sensation between his legs. When he opened his eyes, he was on top of himself looking down into his own eyes. "Bloody hell," he said and rolled off to the side.

"It's ok, it will take a minute to get used to." It was Willow speaking, but it was his voice. "Giles, look at me."

"I can't right now," he said, his hand draped over his forehead, heart pounding in his ears.

"No, look at me. Look at me with your heart, not your eyes," she said. It was going to take some getting used to, she knew, but she felt like this had gone horribly wrong.

"I'm sorry, love, I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this." He rolled over to face Willow and he leaned up on one elbow. When he looked into his own eyes, he actually saw Willow's soul peering back at him.

"Better now?" She asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry I reacted that way," he said. His words seemed odd as they passed his lips.

"Wow, I never heard my voice sound so eloquent, and British." She was referring to the voice that was coming out of her actual body, the one Giles was occupying. The voice she was using, the voice of the body she was in, Giles' voice, wasn't coming out with an accent, though. "Ok, let's start slow," she said. "Sit up," she guided Giles up so that he faced the mirror. "I want you to have a look around, familiarize yourself with stuff. I'll be right back," she said and stood up.

She was shocked to find how different things looked through his eyes. Everything seemed smaller, lower. Giles seemed like a giant compared to her small frame. She left the room, the door handle a bit difficult to grasp because she instinctively reached higher for it. She came back a few seconds later with the CD that had played earlier, when they were slow dancing. "A little music." The radio ebbed softly in the background as she made her way over to Giles who was transfixed in the mirror looking at his new reflection.

Willow crawled onto the bed behind Giles and encircled him with her arms. She kissed his cheek and then untied the belt of his robe. As she lowered the material off of his body she whispered in his ear, "I forgot the best part.....multiple orgasms." Giles let out a whimper at the thought. She helped him out of the robe and tossed it to the floor.

"You're so soft," he said. "Your skin, your hair. This body feels ... amazing." He wasn't sure of what to say, he couldn't find the words. Willow bent down and kissed his neck. Instantly he felt like an ice-cube had slid down his spine as his nerve endings exploded, and his nipples burned as if they were on fire. "Wow," he said, raising his hands to his breasts, running his fingers lightly over the hard peak that was poking out of the silk of his nightgown.

Willow continued to kiss his neck and as she worked her way up to his ear, Giles could feel the wet heat building between his legs. He squeezed his thighs together and it made the feeling more intense. When Willow's tongue darted out into his ear, he gasped and felt the first wave of a climax wash over him. It was a very short trip, but it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He assumed that an orgasm was an orgasm, but he was beginning to understand Willow's body. It was amazing. The sensation was unlike anything he'd imagined.

He wanted to throw her on the bed and ravish her, but she wanted him to explore some more.

"Go ahead," she said and sat back to rest her head against a pillow, out of the line of the mirror so that Giles could have a little bit of privacy as he explored.

He ran his hands over his face, over his nose and ears and down his neck. As his fingers passed his shoulders, he latched onto the thin strap that held up his nightgown and dragged it down his arms. This skin was so smooth, it was something he just couldn't get over. As the silk grazed his elbows, he shifted and let the nightgown fall completely off of his body. He stood and it slithered down his torso, over his thighs so that he was naked in front of the mirror.

His eyes scanned the vision in front of him, Willow's body. She had given it to him. She had literally given herself to him. He traced circles around his breasts with his middle fingers and then traveled down his body, over the curve of his hips, and between his legs. He was wet, he couldn't understand the feeling right away. After his finger met the sticky cavern he knew and he slipped slowly into himself, his legs buckling immediately as he came again. "Oh, my God...." he said, collapsing onto the bed. "How do you ever get out of bed? If it's this easy to have an orgasm I'd damn well be doing it all day long."

Willow smiled and moved over to him. "You're still a little new," she said. "You're being controlled by your soul, and the sensations are new to you so you can't control them like I do." She took him by the hand and led him up to a pillow where he rested his head. Willow was still wearing clothes, his clothes.....and his body. But she made no gesture of removing them. At least not yet.

Instead she lifted one of his legs and placed a kiss on his ankle. For a moment it was awkward, kissing herself and preparing to make love to herself. It's not like she'd never....pleasured herself, but this was, obviously, much different. The feeling quickly faded and she resumed her task.

She placed a line of kisses up Giles' leg, on the inside of his ankle, and all the way up to his inner thigh. When she passed his knee, his leg curled over her shoulder and rested wearily against her back. She paused for a moment at his center, dripping and pulsing beneath her eye. Her mouth moved slowly over the area, tongue dancing all around but never on the magic spot. She continued up his body and closed the gap between them as she lowered her mouth to his. Such a strong lust took her over and she could feel herself grow rock hard as her body pressed against him.

Giles moaned at the heat of the friction she caused when she grinded against him. He purred in her ear and climaxed again at the pressure of her body hard against his soft, wet center. This time his toes curled and his hips pressed firmly up against hers as she kissed him so hard that he couldn't breathe. He had to break away. She immediately pressed a finger against his spasming muscle, hot and wet like he'd never felt before. After he calmed down he said, "I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week."

"Are you kidding? You've got at least five or six of those left in you for tonight. Trust me, I know." She covered his mouth again and thrust her tongue hard across the barrier of his lips.

Giles unbuttoned her shirt while they kissed and helped her out of it when she broke away for air. He stripped off her T-shirt and pulled her close to him, aroused again at the feel of her chest, hard, wiry hair, meaningless nipples pressing against him. His own nipples grew hard again as the thick hair of Willow's chest tickled them. "This feels so good," he said, breathless in her embrace.

"You make me feel this way. All the time," she said and kissed him again. Her hands moved lower, pausing briefly over the sensitive peak of his nipple before she rested her hand firm below his breast. She massaged the area beneath the crease of his breast, his ribcage just underneath of her hand. As their kiss grew more passionate she explored down over his belly button and down to the wet curls that yearned for her touch. She slid a finger into Giles, pumping slowly in time to the rhythm of their kiss. He shook as she pulled it out of him, he needed a release or he was going to explode. She moved her mouth to his ear and breathed hot into it as she plunged two fingers into Giles, sliding easily into the passage as he came again, the warm heat rushing over her fingers as he writhed on the bed.

"Do you see what you do to me?" She asked. "You make me so hot, so wet sometimes that I think I'm going to lose my mind." Her head fell to his shoulder and her breath spilled over his neck.

After he caught his breath he reached for her belt buckle and helped her out of her pants. When he removed her silk boxer shorts, he grazed the tip of the still-growing erection with his thumb and she moaned and felt it stiffen even more.

She wasn't finished with him, yet. She wanted him to know more. Willow kissed Giles once more and then turned him over and helped him up on all fours. She spread his legs open with her knee and positioned herself against his opening. The tip of her erection penetrated him slowly, shallow before she pulled out of him. She bent down to kiss him, his back arched a little, ignited by her lips as they worked their way up his spine. Her chest, hard and strong on his back, her fingers working his nipples into a frenzy while she pinched him softly and teased his dripping need.

While she kissed his back she reached between his legs and coated her fingers with the moisture she found there, briefly sliding into him to keep his attention. She reached down, between her own legs and ran her fingers up and down her throbbing erection, learning the motion and the pressure that felt best as she stroked. Willow leaned up again, once more positioned at his drenched opening.

She entered him again, fully penetrating each layer with a slow, steady motion. She pulled out of him almost completely before she thrust hard into him again and immediately felt his muscles clamp down on her shaft as they started convulsing. She leaned back, upright and pushed further into him as her orgasm washed over her new body, like a stream as it rushed into Giles. She jerked once, immediately pulling on his hips so that the soft curve of his ass was flush against her flesh. She dropped to his back, her face hot, sweat dripping down her cheek as she lay, spent, on his back on all fours. After they both caught their breath she pulled slowly out of him, the remains of his climax glistening on her long, hard erection as it softened before her eyes.

She flopped over, onto her back as Giles just pushed his legs back behind him and lay flat on his stomach, looking over at her. "Cigarette," he asked, jokingly.

"We're not done, yet," she said and winked at him.

"Love, take my word for it, you're done. That body that you're in won't be ready to rumble again for quite some time. I'm not a young, man, you know." He looked into her eyes.

"We'll work on you again for a while, then." After a few moments, Willow composed herself and rolled over and leaned up on her elbow. Giles' eyes were closed but when she softly started scratching his back, he smiled and opened his eyes to her. She leaned over and kissed his shoulder and worked her way down his body, placing a kiss every inch or so on his skin.

She worked over the small of his back and his fleshy, round ass, pausing to place a kiss at the top of each of the backs of his thighs. This made him purr and he felt his loins starting to tingle again. She tapped his shoulder and he turned over so that he lay flat on his back. Willow moved to position herself between his legs, and she spread his legs far apart.

She told him to watch and she licked her lips and lowered them to the spot. He thrust quickly against her when her mouth grazed his swollen flesh and slipped between the folds of skin that guarded his center.

Giles bent his knees and spread his legs wide, allowing Willow easier access to complete her task. She nipped and kissed around him and finally snaked her tongue inside of him. He tried to control himself, he wanted to make it last, but he couldn't. When her fingers slipped into him and her mouth sucked hard on his throbbing center, he came again, so hard that it spilled out of his body. Willow gave one final lick from the cavern that dripped of his climax to the muscle at his apex that still spasmed. She flattened her tongue against it and felt it twitch again beneath her pressure, and she waited until the last jolt rushed through him before she pulled away.

She climbed up his body and flopped down next to him on her back. "I could never do those things to you, I could never make you feel that way, THAT many times in one night. I just wanted to show you."

"My God," he said, still spent from the surge that had rushed through him so many times.

"Show me," she said. "How do you like to be touched. Let me feel it so I can do it to you."

He kissed her and then straddled her chest. His fingers immediately went to her nipples and tugged at them until they hardened. She was surprised, she had never spent time fondling his nipples, she assumed they weren't as sensitive as hers. She was wrong.

Giles could feel himself, wet on the skin of her chest as he worked her into a frenzy. When her nipples stood hard, at attention, he shifted his body so that his slick, swollen clit grazed lightly over one of them, bathing the area around the nipple in a wash of another orgasm.

Willow felt herself throbbing, she felt the pounding between her legs. Giles climbed off of her and situated himself between her legs. He coaxed her legs apart and ran his thumbs up the inside of her legs, from her kneecaps to her thighs and up to the pulsing sack that rested below her shaft. He pressed against it with his thumbs and then slid his mouth down onto her erection.

He stroked slowly, pausing occasionally to run his tongue over the sensitive round tip before lowering his mouth down her length until she pressed into the back of his throat. Her hands grabbed onto his head and tried to direct his motion, but he wasn't going to allow her to climax so soon. He stopped his ministrations long enough for her to catch her breath and then he continued, sucking hard and then softening his hold before he pulled his mouth away completely.

Giles crawled up her body and kissed her, his tongue forceful and probing as he guided her shaft into his body with his hand. He broke away and leaned up, driving Willow deeper into him and making him come again immediately.

Willow raised her hands to his nipples and pinched them hard while she felt his orgasm still pulsing around her shaft. He thrust hard, riding her fast and rough, their skin slapping together like the sound of crashing waves as the bed shook violently beneath them. Willow grabbed his hips in an effort to push herself even deeper into him. He rocked hard over her, pushing, thrusting, speeding up his pace, driving her into the mattress until she shot hard into him and threw her head back when her release rushed out of her body into his. He pulled her up by her arms so that her face met his blushing chest and wrapped his arms tight around her as their euphoria clouded their heads.

Willow held him tight, the feeling of his soft body in her arms felt so complete to her. She felt so strong and sure of herself as her masculine frame outlined his delicate curves. They fell back onto the bed and fought to catch their breath.

"Wow," she said, "I'll take the cigarette, now."

Giles leaned over her body and reached into the drawer of the nightstand. He didn't smoke often, never after sex because it was so cliché, but the always-looming essence of Ripper felt the need to keep a fresh pack around the house. He slipped two cigarettes between his lips as he still lay draped across her chest. After he struck a match and lit them both, he removed one and placed it softly against Willow's lips. She inhaled immediately and raised her fingers to the filter to pull it out of her mouth.

Giles climbed over her, off the bed and left the room, pulling a sheet with him as he walked so that he could cover himself. When he returned he was carrying two glasses filled with brandy. He settled next to her on the bed, upright, his back flat against the wall as he enjoyed the last of his drink and the final drag of tobacco.

"I can't believe it's so different," Willow said. "I just.....wow....."

Giles just laughed. He was getting used to his new body. He liked that when he sat down he didn't have to adjust his weight to make room for his....manhood. That when he crossed his legs they were soft when they rested against each other. This was a gift he would never forget. But it wasn't her intended purpose. She wanted to know how to please him, in his real body, and he hadn't done much explaining. He was too busy riding out wave after wave of mind-cracking muscle contractions that wracked his new body. Still, she seemed satisfied, she must have learned a thing or two. There was one more thing he could show her.

"Come with me," he said and took her by the hand. He led her to the bathroom and reached in to turn the shower on. As the steam quickly filled up the room, he opened the door to the shower and dropped the sheet that covered his body.

She walked ahead of him and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. It washed over her body, flowed down her muscular back and the curve of her ass. She felt Giles step in behind her and close the glass door. She turned around and looked down into his eyes. They kissed.

Giles turned her around again and reached for a washcloth and began soaping up her body. The sensations made her tingle all over. Feelings were jumping back and forth between being completely erotic and completely comforting in a non-sexual way. It was odd to have those feelings occupy the same space of time. She never knew they could go hand in hand.

He bathed her completely, her hair, the scruff of her neck, the arch of her foot, all while she stood entranced at the feelings. They had never actually showered together before and she was eager to get back into her own body and try it again. But for now she was enjoying his touch too much.

After her body was lathered up, head to toe, Giles removed the shower massage and turned it on to pulse gently against her skin. He washed away the soapy remains on her skin and then turned up the notch that made the shower massage more powerful. She just grinned, she never knew he used her private, little toy for the same reasons she did. "Oh, don't look so surprised," he said, "Do you think I don't know what goes on when you're in here for half an hour at a time?"

She just blushed and took the shooting spray from his hand.

She turned him around and embraced him from behind and ran her fingers down the front of his body, over his already hardened nipples and his belly button, down to his moist center. She parted his legs slightly with her knee, and then spread open the swollen pink skin of his arousal. When she ran the water over him once, he gasped and almost lost his balance. But she held him tight and opened him wider with her one hand while she held the jet stream directly over the spot she knew would make him lose his mind.

He felt an orgasm washing over him, starting at the tip of his toes and climbing his body, growing in intensity as it marinated below his ass until it exploded into the waterfall. He reached up behind him, his arms wrapping around Willow's neck for support as his climax throbbed longer and harder than he'd ever felt before. She held the spray tight against him until he was finished and he took it from her hand and breathlessly whispered to her, "That was the best birthday present ever."

He felt her erection pressing into his back and thought how intrusive it was. He made a mental note to be more of aware of his body around her, this poking-in-the-back was rather unseemly.

Giles turned around and kissed her, her mouth quick and penetrating when their lips met. She held him strong until he broke off and began trailing kisses down her front. He dropped to his knees and stroked her arousal with a soapy washcloth.

She threw her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations that rocked her while making mental notes about future escapades. He moved the shower massage over her thick shaft and let the water beat slowly against her tight skin for a few moments. She felt herself stiffen even more as his magic fingers stroked her languidly before he slipped her erection into his mouth and caressed the tip.

He worked her over, building her need, but never allowing her to release. When he felt she was ready to burst, he took her deep into his mouth and moved the shower head behind her. He reached up between her legs with one hand and spread her wide open as the water surged out of the nozzle and into the fleshy crevice of her backside. When it hit its target, Willow bucked forward and came immediately into his mouth while the water still throbbed against her back entrance.

Giles sucked hard on her as the hot liquid rushed out of her body, sticky and sweet into his mouth as she spilled into him. Her hands grabbed his head and held him in place, enjoying the calm that washed over her as the last drop left her body.

By the time they made it back to the bed they were both spent beyond recognition.

"Thank you," he said, "For my present."

"You're welcome," she said and placed a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, Giles."

"And I love you, Rosenberg," he said as he drifted off to sleep in the comfort of her arms.

In the morning, when they woke, when the sun broke through the gray of night, they would be back in their own bodies. Willow just smiled as she kissed him one last time before he drifted off to sleep.

~~The End~~