Title- Admissions of Guilt 13/?
Sequel to- Admissions
Author- Veronica
E-mail- roni.s@sympatico.ca
Pairing- G/W
Rating- NC 17, some language (not much though) and sex.
Disclaimer- Joss owns all in the Buffyverse, I just use them like Barbie's for my own twisted fun.
Spoilers- post Grave
Distribution- if you like it, take it… just let me know where.
Feedback- sure, why not. ;)
Summery- An old nemesis is back, and is seeking revenge on Giles and Willow.
AN: I don't normally write sex into my fics (mostly because I'm not very good at it), but I decided to give it a shot for this one.
She lay there quite contentedly for some time after the older man fell asleep, pondering the feelings she was now experiencing. New feelings. She turned her head to gaze upon the man lying beside her as he softly snored. He truly is an attractive man; she could have done much worse. His body was well toned for a man of his age, and his face had a slight ruggedness about it, even in slumber.
She carefully removed herself from the bed and quietly walked to the door, stopping a moment to take another look at him before she left the room and closed the door.
* * * * *
The steam rose and filled the bathroom from the heat of the water spraying from the showerhead. It was really quite invigorating. She stood with her hands flat against the wall with her head bowed, allowing the spray to hit the back of her head and run off. Never before has she felt this way about anyone, and it was confusing.
The young woman was used to taking what she wanted-when she wanted. But this man gave himself to her willingly. She had initiated a frantic pace, taking possession of his lips and trying to tear his clothing off, but he would not have it.
Instead, he stopped her. When she opened her mouth to protest he quickly placed a finger on her lips to silence her and said;
"Please. Just let me love you." With that, he ran his finger from her lips over her cheek in a soft, tender caress. Drawing her close to him, he placed his lips upon hers and softly kissed her. Her lips parted, letting his tongue in to explore, eliciting a soft moan from the red head.
She allowed Giles to take the lead, to be the master of her body as his hands slid down her back until they found the hem of her shirt. He then took hold of it and slid it up as she raised her arms, letting him remove it and dropping it to the floor. The kiss stopped and she opened her eyes, but she could form no words in her throat as his gaze held her spellbound.
Giles lowered his eyes to her breasts, and marveled at their perfection as he took one of the small globes into his hand and began to rub it, causing the nipple to press itself against the offending material that was housing it.
He watched as her eyes glazed over and close at his touch, and moved the material away to let his fingers touch her without obstructions. He brought his head down and took the nipple in his mouth and began to suckle. The red head dropped her head back and moaned as waves of pleasure came over her.
His tongue teased, his teeth nipped softly as he undid the bra and pulled it off her shoulders, letting it fall uncaring to the floor. He then pulled back and removed his own shirt as she watched, marveling at his muscular chest, the sandy coloured hair that covered it. She couldn't help herself and reached out to run her fingers through the hair, to feel the softness of it.
Giles leaned in and kissed her as he scooped her up in his arms and walked to the bed, gently laying her down on her back. He parted from her once again as he undid her pants and pulled them off, as well as her panties. He then shed himself of his offending clothes and her eyes widened at the whole sight of him.
He was beautiful, and as she looked into his eyes, she could see the promise of wondrous things to come. He moved towards her, and before she knew it, he was above her-covering her with his body. She could feel his arousal as it lay against her, teasing her; and all she knew at that moment was that she wanted more-wanted him.
He moved so that he lay beside her, letting his hand have the freedom to move over her entire body. They caressed every inch of her, exploring, savoring, and memorizing the way she felt. Then his fingers found the tuft of hair between her thighs, and gently parted her legs.
She was lost in the sensations he made her feel. She hadn't even realized that he had parted her legs until his fingers were upon her, the palm of his rough hand rubbing against her. He then slipped a finger inside of her and she began to move uncontrollably, moving her hips to match each stroke.
As his fingers continued they're ministrations, he kissed her neck and made his way up to the side of her face and then to hear ear.
"You are truly magnificent." He whispered to her.
While his finger worked its magic, his thumb began to rub her nubbin, and he pulled his head away to watch the ecstasy in her face as he took her over the edge. But as her body shuddered, he could take no more and moved to position himself atop her. This was the moment he had waited so long for; to be one with her.
He leaned down and kisses her mouth hungrily and slowly sank into her, a moan escaping his mouth as her warmth surrounded him. He moved soft and slowly at first, remembering that this is the first time her body has felt a man inside in years.
But it didn't take long for her to adjust to his size and he found he was drowning in the sounds of her pleasure. His strokes became quicker and harder, but the more sounds she made, the more excited he got. He was close and he knew it, and the pressure was building.
He sped up the motions, going at a frantic pace as she called out.
"Ooooh, GILES!"
He blinked, but was too close; he couldn't stop as he poured his essence into her. It seemed like an eternity before they're bodies ceased it's shuddering, and Giles looked into the face of the woman below him, the woman he loved.
She looked back at him with such tenderness, he smiled and rolled off, pulling her into his arms and cradled her. She rest her head on his chest and sighed contentedly as he stroked her hair.
It was the first time they had been intimate with each other, she was allowed to slip and call him Giles. `After all, she's only been calling me Rupert for a week.' He thought as he drifted off to sleep.
* * * * * *
She stood under the hot spray of the water falling from above, as anger began to fill her.
"It wasn't me, it was her! It was her!" And she took the facecloth and began to roughly scrub her skin, trying to wash away any evidence that he'd even touched her. "How could he do this to me? That son of a bitch. How could he make me feel?"
She scrubbed until her skin was raw, much like her emotions, then shut off the water and dried herself with a towel. She then went to `her' room and found a pair of boxers and matching top and put them on, and plopped down onto the bed.
She went over the events in her mind until she felt something sliding down her cheek. She brought her hand up and touched it, but when she brought her hand down to look at; it was wet. "Bastard." She said as she lay down on her side, drawing her legs up to her chest in the fetal position.
Yes, she was mad, furious at the man she had lain with; but she was madder at herself for feeling the way she did. She had allowed herself to care. An emotion she couldn't afford to have.