Title : A Second Cup (Laced with Honey)
Series: Samian Wine and Pyrrhic Dances Stories 02
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
Giles groaned and turned over and encountered an obstacle - a soft warm red-headed obstacle. He stopped moving and opened his eyes. Willow. A very naked Willow. In his bed. Next to him. He hadn't been dreaming it - as he had done so many nights. He pressed up against her back, half expecting for her to vanish like a mirage, and immediately found that he was erect. Damn. He was of two minds: to continue pressing up against her or to gently remove himself. Perhaps Willow really hadn't been herself last night. It certainly wasn't any sort of behaviour which he expected from her. A spell. Drugs. Hypnosis.Stress. Temporary insanity. At that moment she moaned a little and moved.
Taking a deep breath, he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her. "Willow?" he said gently.
She groaned, pushed against him and said, "Ow."
"Willow?"
"My bottom. Oh. Ow."
"Oh," he remarked, remembering the belt. He gently pulled the cover down and moved away from her slightly. Willow rolled onto her stomach with a groan and he noticed the red welts on her ass and gently touched them.
"Ow!"
"Sorry. Let me get something for that," he said, getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom. A minute later he came out with a tube in his hand and saw Willow looking at him with a decidedly salacious smile on her face. Realising he was still naked, he blushed.
Willow giggled and said, "I like you out of suits - *completely* out of suits." She buried her head in the bedclothes and giggled again. She added, "Especially when it's obvious that you're glad to see me."
"Really," Giles said dryly, coming on to the bed and straddling her legs. He opened the tube and squeezed some of it on her ass and started to gently rub in it.
"Oh, cold! What's that?" she asked.
"Calendula cream," he replied, "works wonders."
"Mmm, nice," she said a little dreamily. He leant over her to put the tube on the bedside cabinet and she felt his erection brush her bottom and wiggled with enjoyment. "That feels nice too," she added.
"What?" he asked.
"You," she replied, "but I don't want to roll over on my bottom."
He caught his breath, half wondering if this was still a dream. Deciding that if it was, he really didn't want to wake up and said, "You don't have to," He gently kissed her shoulder and then put his hand between her legs and started to stroke her folds. She wiggled some more and breathed, "Nice."
He lifted one of his knees and put it between hers and then the other and opened her legs wider. Inserting a couple of fingers inside her, he continued to stroke her, but harder. He moved his fingers up and rubbed her clitoris. Willow was squirming by now. "Giles, don't start," she gasped, "My ass is really sore. It won't take your weight."
He leaned over and whispered, "It doesn't have to. We're going to try something different. Get up on your knees and elbows."
"What?" She felt the heat between her legs increase with anticipation and did as he had said while he fished out another condom. She vaguely wondered why he seemed to have a supply to hand and wondered with a false of irrational jealousy if Ms Calendar had been there before.
He rubbed his erection against her opening while his hand still manipulated her labia without stopping.
"Giles," she said in a pleading tone. Taking the hint, he guided himself into her and began to thrust. She gasped at the strength of the new sensation and rocked back against him. Holding her by the thighs, he started to build up the rhythm while Willow gasped and held onto the bed clothes. Feeling himself starting to come, he brought his hand back to clitoris and started to rub it quickly. Willow wailed and when he felt her vagina walls contract against him, he came as well.
He gently removed himself and dropped beside her. She rolled on her side facing him. He reached out a finger and traced it down her nose. 'Willow."
"Giles."
"You haven't told me what provoked you. Getting back at Oz?"
"I don't know," she replied, "what Devon said about him set me off because it made me angry, but I've been fantasising about you since I first saw you."
"Really?" he said in disbelief.
"Well, along with fantasies about Xander, Oz, Angel and even Spike."
His mouth quirked and he said, "Is there any male you *don't* have sexual fantasies about."
She blushed, thought a moment and said, "Principal Synder?"
They both burst into laughter. She frowned and said, "It's been worse since bad Willow was here. I think she gave me ideas - about being bad. Not that I would want to be bad like her, but may be a little bit bad, not actually bad as in bad, but not as good and..."
He leaned across and kissed her. "Maybe I should do that every time you babble."
She giggled and said, "Maybe I should babble a lot then. Of course, what if I were to babble in front of Buffy?"
Giles' face seemed to drop. "Ah," he said, "yes."
"Things are way complicated, aren't they?"
He rolled onto his back as the burden of responsibilities descended like a heavy weight. "I should have exercised more self-control last night." He closed his eyes, "I should have sent you home."
Willow felt her anger rising again. "Why?" she asked, "because I'm sweet little Willow whose only use is finding things on the net?"
"Good God, no! Because I should be in better control of my hormones. After all, I'm probably a just surrogate for Oz or Xander."
Feeling her fury rising, Willow momentarily forgot about her sore bottom and sat up and straddled him. "How dare you!" she said, hitting him on the chest. Noticing how his body reacted to her proximity, a wicked gleam appeared in her eyes as she started to rub herself against him and was rewarded by an immediate hardening of his erection. She spotted the tie discarded during the night and thought: two can play this game.
She snatched it up and grabbed one of his wrists and knotted the tie around it. He looked mildly shocked but let her bind the other one to it, wondering what she on earth she had in store. She reached up and over him and fastened it to the end of the bed. She sat back up and looked down at him, licking her lips, "Well, Mr. Giles, have you anything to say?"
"Willow? What do you have in mind?" he asked, growing harder by the moment.
She slipped down his thighs and slipped her hand under his testicles. He groaned as she fondled them and found himself tugging at his bound hands ineffectually.
Feeling empowered by his reaction, she decided that he deserved a little torment - just to pay him back for the night before. She ran her hands up her body and cupped her breasts and then started to fondle her nipples. She looked at him and asked, "So do you find me attractive then?" When he didn't reply but continued to stare at her entranced, she raised herself up on her knees and ran one hand down her body and started to massage her clitoris. As she felt the heat building up, she rocked slightly and panted at him, "Well? Do you?"
He licked his lips, mesmerised by her performance. "Untie me and I'll show you," he growled.
"No way."
By now, he was thoroughly aroused and she reached down and ran her hand along the sensitive underside of his penis. He bucked his hips up. "You seem to be having a problem here, Giles," she remarked. Sliding down, she bent over and licked the tip.
"Willow!" he bellowed.
"Oh, do you want me to go?" she asked in an innocent tone, climbing off of him and backing up towards the door.
"Willow!"
"To quote you: I'll be back."
She walked out, leaving him there. He tugged at his wrists. "Willow! Dammit! Fuck! Dammit! Willow!"
A few minutes later, she waltzed back in, still naked, with her hands behind her back. "Language, Giles! Tsk, tsk." She laughed and climbed back on the bed to straddle his thighs again, with her hands still behind her back. "Well, you did call me - what was it? - ah yes, a 'cock-teaser'."
"Willow, what are you doing?"
"Do you like honey?"
"Yes, why?"
"Cause I couldn't find any chocolate sauce in your kitchen."
"Chocolate sauce?"
"Hmm," she replied and brought out a jar of honey from behind her back. Opening it, she set the lid on his stomach, dipped her finger in it and rubbed it on one of her nipples and then repeated the process on the other. She sucked on her finger ostentatiously, licking off the honey. Then she put the lid on the honey and set it down beside the bed. Giles was finding breathing increasingly difficult. "Do you want some honey?" she asked coyly.
He nodded, "Yes, please."
Bending over, she offered a breast to his mouth and he began to lick and suck at it. When he eventually licked off the last of the honey he nipped the nipple with his teeth.
"Ow!" she said, "naughty!"
He looked at her with an injured expression and said, "I was just letting you know that I'd finished."
She smiled fondly at him and offered him the other one and he licked it clean. As he finished with a final lick of his tongue, he suddenly felt Willow settle herself over his penis and drop down on him. He groaned in pleasure and suddenly exclaimed, "Condom!"
"Pill," Willow gasped as she started to ride him.
That was the last coherent thought for the next few moments. Coherence only gradually returned as he felt his wrists being untied. Not bothering to pull herself off of him, she made herself comfortable on his chest with a wiggle and said, "This works okay for my bottom as well."
"Willow, what are we going to do?"
"Fuck like bunnies," she murmured.
"Willow!" he said, mildly shocked at her language.
"But not like Buffies," she giggled, "although she's not doing much of that at moment - fortunately for all of us."
"Willow!"
"Hmm?"
"This is extremely awkward."
"As awkward as being tied up?" she asked mischievously.
"I'm going to get you back for that."
"Is that a promise?"
"Damn. Willow, seriously." She deliberately tightened her vagina walls. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "Willow, that's cheating." She sniggered. "What about Oz?"
"Don't care. He's got his groupies."
"What about Xander?"
"What about Xander? Xander's Xander. Xander's my friend." She eyed him through her hair. "I think the question should be: what about Buffy?"
"Indeed. I realise I'm not technically her Watcher anymore, but I don't know how she'll react to us. I would like to keep all my bones intact if possible."
"Anyway I don't see how she can complain after she keep Angel a secret for so long."
He sighed. "We'll have to play it by ear. Willow?"
"Hmmm?"
"I need to shower."
"Can we do it together?"
Giles groaned. The word 'doomed' echoed in his head. He was never going to get any rest.