Title : A Cup of Samian Wine
Series: Samian Wine and Pyrrhic Dances Stories 01
Author: Surnia
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Giles/Willow
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Joss Whedon and is owned by 20th Century FOX. No copyright infringement is intended

Willow was in a bad mood - a very bad mood. In fact, it might be described as a black mood fuelled by an overwhelming sense of anger and betrayal. That afternoon Devon had jokingly informed her about Oz's antics while the band had been away for a gig. He made some colourful jokes about Oz having the necessary expertise to audition for the Doors given his success with female groupies. A blow-job, for Godssake. Allowing females he didn't even know properly to .... grrrrr. My God, he lets them do that when he wouldn't do anything at all with her! "He's not ready". Well, he was ready enough with them. All afternoon and throughout the evening her anger had been simmering and growing.

She had seen Wesley go off with Cordelia in her car and Buffy was off pretending to train with Angel. Xander was - well, Xander. Giles wasn't at the library. Which meant that he was home. Alone. She grinned. She had a surprise in store for him.

She walked up to his door and knocked. Giles looked out and then opened the door, exclaiming, "Willow! Is everything all right? Has anything happened?"

"No, Buffy's fine, Giles," she replied as she went inside.

Closing the door after her, he remarked, "This is a surprise. But if you've got some free time, I could use some help with something I've been looking up."

Willow walked in and looked about. Then she grinned and licked her lips. "I've got some free time, Giles, and I think you'll find I'm full of surprises."

Startled at her tone, Giles glanced up at her face. It was not a tone he expected to hear from Willow. She began to slink up to him, still grinning hungrily. Suddenly he noticed that the room felt much warmer. "Willow..." he began as she grabbed hold of his tie and yanked his head down.

"Giles," she breathed before capturing his lips in a kiss.

"Willow, what are you doing!' he exclaimed.

"Kissing you," she replied, "for starters." She reached down for his belt buckle and started to unfasten it.

"Willow!" he exclaimed, grabbing at her hands which were by now finished with the buckle and making for his zipper.

She grinned. "That's my name, Ru-upert."

He looked at her in alarm. "Willow, are you under a spell? And are you this Willow or have we got the other Willow again?"

"Who, the leather-clad Mistress of Pain?" she asked with a chuckle. "No spells," she continued, as she managed to pull the zipper down, "and just this Willow."

"Willow, stop this at once!" he ordered and then gasped as her small hand reached inside his boxers and took hold of his penis which reacted immediately to her touch.

"Tsk, task," she chided, "Your body is saying something entirely different. And it's not 'stop'."

He looked at her in disbelief. This couldn't be Willow. Snogging Xander in the stacks - fine, quite normal adolescent behaviour. But this was not Willow. And if she didn't stop what she was doing with her hand, things were going to become even more embarrassing.

"Willow, stop it!."

She grinned at him and said, "Okay, I'll stop. I can think of something even better."

Without warning, she quickly undid his trousers and grabbed hold of both them and his boxer shorts and yanked them down his legs. Giles screeched in alarm. Willow giggled and pushed Giles backwards. Finding himself off-balance because of the trousers around his legs, he landed in the chair behind him. Without giving him a chance to recover, Willow dropped to her knees between his legs and took his penis in her mouth.

In spite of himself, Giles arched backwards, gasping, "Jesus! Willow!" Willow smiled inwardly - that book was pretty accurate about how to do this. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his member and was rewarded by Giles thrusting his hips upward into her mouth. She felt his hands grasping at her head as his breathing became more ragged. "Putty," she thought, "piece of cake," swirling her tongue around the head of his penis and then sucking it deep into her mouth. His groans delighted her. She was in charge here. Suddenly startled to find herself aroused, she started to slip her hand in her panties.

She suddenly found herself on her back on the floor with Giles' hands holding her wrists down above her head while he was still inside her mouth. Growling slightly, he snapped, "No touching yourself."

She glared back at him, resenting the turnabout but then thought that she still had the upper hand and she started to rub her tongue along him and suck. He groaned again and his hips jerked forward. Mischievously, she stopped completely and looked up at him defiantly. "Finish what you started, Willow," he ordered in a dangerous voice. She closed her eyes and sucked hard as he thrust in her mouth. Hearing a stifled cry, she felt him come into her mouth and forced herself to swallow.

Opening her eyes, she looked up into a very angry pair of green ones. He still had her wrists pinned to the floor and she was now conscious of feeling very uncomfortable between her legs and she tried to wiggle to release the tension. "Stay still!" he hissed at her.

Willow suddenly didn't feel angry anymore. In fact, she felt terrible. Had she just done that to Giles? God, no wonder he was furious. "I'm sorry," she said in a tiny voice.

The anger in the green eyes seemed to recede somewhat to be replaced by something different. "Why?" he demanded.

"I-I don't know. I-I can't think clearly at the moment," she said, wishing that he would just let her go so that she could do something about the itch between her legs.

"Now why would that be?" he asked with the barest hint of a smile twitching at the edges of his mouth.

Watching his mouth, she unconsciously licked her lips and said, "I .. er ... mmm," and squirmed in spite of herself.

"Indeed," he remarked and released her wrists. She closed her eyes, thinking how embarrassed he must be, but instead of Giles getting up, she felt her skirt being pulled up and her panties ripped off. She gasped out, "G-Giles, what are you doing?' Her question dissolved into a yelp as he blew on her clitoris and then swirled his tongue around it. Willow gasped again and wrapped her legs around him while she arched her back. The gasp faded into moans of pleasure as she rolled her head back and forth helplessly as his tongue continued its explorations. "Oh God, Giles," she groaned.

When she finally shrieked and Giles gave one last lick, he moved over beside her and, resting on his elbow, contemplated her. Willow suddenly realised how exposed she was and pulled her skirt down. Giles raised an elbow and observed, "Is this modesty suddenly re-asserting itself?"

She covered her face in her hands. "Oh God, did I just do that?"

"Well, you certainly did something. Have you been experimenting with magic - or any substances?"

She shook her head, "I was just so angry. Devon told me about Oz and these groupies and I ..."

Giles' face darkened with anger and he said coldly, "I see. Well, you've had your revenge then." He sat up and pulled up his trousers up and then stood, pulling them the rest of the way up and fastening them and then walked towards the kitchenette without a backward look.

Willow sat up shakily, located her torn panties and stood up. She went over to where Giles was standing with his back to her. "Giles?" she said in a wavering voice. He didn't answer. She went closer. "Giles? I'm sorry?" She still got no answer. She put her hand on his shoulder and felt him flinch with tension. "Please?"

He ran his fingers through his hair. She could almost feel the anger coming from him in waves. He finally said in a cold voice, "I had thought that after we'd been through, I would be entitled to a little more respect than that." He shrugged off her hand and turned around. "Was it fun then? A little power game on your part? See how easy it is to turn the old guy on? Or was it a practice run for Oz - or Xander for that matter?"

"No!" she exclaimed, "it wasn't that. I wasn't thinking. I was angry and just came here. I don't know why! I *do* respect you ! Way more than Buffy!"

Seeing the expression on his face, she realised that she had said the wrong thing and hit a raw nerve. "Oh, no. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I mean I respect you a lot. And so does Buffy. And Xander. And all of us. Really."

She noticed his face take on a hardness and his eyes started to almost glitter. He took a step forward and she gulped. The last time she'd seen that look in his eyes was when he was speaking to Ethan. She stepped backwards and suddenly found herself pressed against the wall with no further retreat possible. He bent down and kissed her with an almost savage angry, forcing her lips open and exploring her mouth with his tongue while he held her head immobile in his hands. After her initial shock, she discovered that she liked it. He tasted of Earl Grey and a hint of chocolate. She started to bring her arms up around him.

As soon as she did so, he pulled back and pushed her away. "Don't play with me, Willow. I can be a very dangerous person to play with," he spat out, turning away.

She put her fingers to her lips and gazed after him. Oz had never kissed her like that and Oz had never done what he had just done. She wondered if Oz would even know how to. Just thinking about it, she could feel a warmth building between her legs again. She swallowed and stepped forward and then, holding her breath, put her arms round him and started to move her hands up his chest.

He grabbed of her hands and said without turning around, "Willow, if you start that tonight, you're going to get hurt. When I'm angry I can be extremely rough, and I'm angry right now. Extremely angry. I am very close to the proverbial last straw."

She caught her breath wondering what 'rough' meant for Giles. Various pictures from different web sites flashed through her mind and then she thought: he would never really hurt her - as in *hurt* hurt. She found her hands creeping up his chest again, wondering what he would actually do.

"Right," he snapped, "that's it. It's about time you found out what happens to cock teasers."

"I'm not a ..." She never finished because he suddenly turned around and grabbed the sides of her blouse and pulled, ripping it in half, and then yanked it off her shoulders. He glared at her bra and said, "Are you going to take that off or should it go the way of the blouse?"

Gulping, she quickly reached behind and undid it, letting it drop. Immediately self-conscious, she started to put her arms across her breasts, but he grabbed her arms and said, "No you don't. It's a little late for modesty."

Holding her wrists easily in one hand, he pulled off his tie and bound them with one end of it. Staring at her bound wrists, Willow found that it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.

Giles turned and started up the stairs, dragging her along with the other end of tie. When he reached the bedroom, he turned around and threw her roughly on the bed and reached up behind her skirt, unzipped the skirt , pulled it down her legs and flung it aside. Straddling her, he pulled her arms up above her and secured the free end of the tie to the top of the bed. Moving slowly back down her, he bent over and nipped one of her nipples with his teeth, tugging at it. Involuntarily, she gasped and arched up.

He grinned at her. "So you like it then," he observed.

She tugged against the tie and found that it was firm. She watched with fascination as, still straddling her, he removed his shirt and unfastened his trousers. He slipped down off the end of the bed and then removed his shoes and socks and then pulled off the trousers and boxers. After removing her shoes, he pulled her legs apart and looked at her. Willow's breathing was rapidly becoming erratic and she could feel her nipples growing hard as she watched him looking at her exposed body.

"You do like this," he observed with a smirk. "Naughty girl." He leaned over and bit the other nipple a little harder than the first. Willow gave a little yelp. Then he got up and walked out of the room. "I'll be back," he observed as he went out the door.

"You can't..." Willow started, and whispered as he disappeared, "leave me here like this." She tugged again at her wrists and wiggled her bottom, wishing he would come back and do what he did downstairs. The hot itching sensation between her legs was maddening - especially since she couldn't do anything about it. Wiggling just made it worse.

Some time later - which seemed like an eternity to her - Giles came back in. He set a bottle of wine on the bedside cabinet and then reached down and flipped her over. He put a pillow under her to elevate her bottom. "As I said," he whispered in her ear, "you're a naughty girl and need to be punished."

Looking to the side, Willow could see him open a drawer and pull out a thick belt. She swallowed hard. He came back over and doubled the belt up and then made it snap. She gulped. And yelped when he brought it down on her bottom. Once. Twice. Three times. He stopped and asked, "How many, Willow?"

"T-three," she gasped, wiggling, "three is good."

He bent over and inserted a finger inside her vagina. "You seem to like this," he remarked wryly. "Taste it," he ordered, putting the finger in her mouth. Lifting her head, she licked it and then sucked it into her mouth, running her tongue around it.

"Bad girl," he whispered in her ear. He drew back, and brought the belt down again. She gasped and whimpered and squirmed, trying to rub herself against the pillow under her.

"We'll have none of that," he said, flipping her over on her back again.

"Giles, please," she began.

"Please what?" he replied.

She couldn't think of what to say, not even knowing what she meant. Giles knelt between her legs and then pulled them up and positioned the pillow under her bottom. She winced as it brushed her bottom and he clucked. Inserting his fingers one at a time, he worked her opening wider. Then he reached for the bottle of wine and poured some of it into her vagina, replaced the bottle and bent over and started to lap it up, occasionally licking her clitoris. Willow gasped and tried to jerk her hips up, but he held her firmly in place. She started to whimper.

He picked up the bottle and poured some more into her and continued to lap it up. He stopped long enough to ask, "Thirsty, Willow?"

She couldn't speak but only nodded. He took up a last mouthful and inched his way back up her body to her mouth. Realising what he meant, she opened her mouth and he let the wine mixed with her own juices flow into her mouth. She swallowed it and looked into his eyes. The anger had faded, but his eyes were still dark. "Have you been punished enough, then?"

She nodded and whispered, "Please?"

"Do you want me to untie you?'

"I-I want you to.. I-I want ...," unable to articulate what she wanted, she brought her hips up to rub against him.

He smiled. "Are you sure about that?"

She nodded and wiggled her bottom and then winced at the pain. He leaned over and bit her nipple and pulled it while he pinched the other one. "Yes," she gasped.

He blew lightly on one nipple and then the other. "Absolutely sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she said louder. He nipped with his teeth at her neck and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers stretching her again while his thumb rubbed rhythmically across her clitoris. Groaning, she murmured, "Please, Giles..."

Through a haze, she heard a drawer open and the sound of foil tearing. Then a great pressure as he pressed into her. She realised she was holding her breath as he stopped when he felt the barrier. "W-willow, I didn't realise..." he stammered.

"Giles, please! Dammit, don't stop!" she exclaimed, bringing her hips up and forcing him in further. It was his turn to groan as her maidenhead broke and he found herself deeper inside her and he started to thrust. "God, yes," she cried as she responded to his rhythm. Neither of them were in any condition to last long and Giles brought her with him when he climaxed.

It was some time before either of them spoke. Eventually Willow managed to say, "Giles? You're really heavy."

He pulled out of her, rolled to one side and removed the condom. Then he reached up and freed the her wrists. Willow rubbed them gingerly.

"Willow," he said, "I'm terribly sorry."

She turned sideways to look at him and asked, "Why? If anyone should apologise, it's me. I started it."

"Nonetheless, I'm the adult here and I..."

His sentence was broken off by Willow who started to pummel his chest with her fists. "I'm ... not ... a ... child!" she yelled at him.

He grabbed her wrists and stated, "That's not what I meant. I meant that being more mature, I should have had more control."

"Let go," she said quietly. He did so and found himself staring directly into her eyes. "Now," she said, leaning on his chest, "what exactly are you sorry about?"

"Taking advantage of you."

She moved over to straddle him. "You didn't. I wasn't taken advantage of. Now what are you sorry about?"

He ran his hands up her legs and then up her back and pulled her down to him. "Nothing," he whispered, "Nothing at all."

A SECOND CUP(Laced with Honey)