Author: Spikedluv
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be), Buffy/Giles
Spoilers: Minimal, through Pangs, season 4.
Summary: `Something Blue' never happened, Willow finds another way to get over Oz.
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff and nothing but the fluff. * * indicate emphasis. WARNING: includes my brand of humor, which may not be funny at all!
Feedback: It's ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don't make me beg, it's not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: If anybody wants it, please take it. Just tell me where it goes so I can keep track...OK, so I can pull it up and just stare at it for a while!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn't mind having a Spike of my own. Who would?
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The next night the gang met at Giles' apartment for research as usual. Xander was oblivious to the new dynamics, but Anya picked up on it right away.
"Alright," the ex-demon cornered the other two girls in the kitchen, "I could tell there was something going on with Willow and Spike the other night, but when did you and Giles happen?"
"Wh-what do you mean?" Buffy asked, embarrassed. She knew Willow approved, had even encouraged her new...relationship...with Giles, but she hadn't thought about telling Xander and Anya, or even her mother. Now she wondered if keeping their `relationship' a secret weren't the best course of action. Except for the fact that she couldn't keep her hands off of him. That would probably be a sure give away. Oh, god, she was even starting to babble in her head. She was turning into Willow!
Buffy came back to the present to hear Willow saying, "Well it depends on what you mean by `happen', `cause the first, `oops-what- was-that' kiss, happened on Christmas Eve..."
"*Wil-low*!" Buffy cried and tried to silence her friend by putting her hand over her mouth but Willow ducked, laughed and kept talking.
"The second, `not-oops' kiss, and other stuff, happened last night."
"Other stuff?" Anya asked with interest.
"Willow, I am *so* going to kill you," Buffy reached out for her again.
"Hey, I'm not going to be the only one she gawks at!" Willow tried to duck again, but this time Buffy caught her and gave her a noogie.
`Other stuff'*had* happened last night. It almost made Buffy wet just remembering. While Giles was licking and sucking on her neck she had lifted his sweater and ran her hands over his stomach, chest, back. She'd grabbed his ass and pressed herself against him, pulled the skin of his neck into her mouth, sucking and biting as her desire mounted. Her breath was coming fast now and she could feel the moisture pooling between her thighs. She'd thought about this for so long and now that it was actually happening she couldn't get enough.
His hands were roaming over her body, squeezing her ass, running up and down her back, behind her head, in her hair. Suddenly she was up against the wrought iron fence surrounding the cemetery and Giles pulled his upper body away from her, his pelvis grinding against her, his hands on her breasts, kneading the full mounds, pinching and pulling her nipples as she moaned, groaning his name in pleasure.
And then there was nothing. Giles pulled away from her and stood there breathing heavily.
"We can't do this..." he started.
"Yes, we can," Buffy insisted, reaching for him. "Giles, please..."
"Buffy, I'm old enough to..."
"That doesn't matter. Giles, I *need* you. *Please*," she begged as her body clamored for the release promised only moments before.
"Buffy, you have your whole life ahead of you..."
"Don't be *ridiculous*!" she snapped. "I'm a Slayer. How long have I really got? My whole life could be two years, two months...two *days*," tears of frustration filled her eyes. "Don't make me be alone until I die," she ran her hands over his chest.
"That-that's a low blow," Giles managed to get out, his throat closing from a combination of sadness at the thought of losing her and arousal as he remembered the feel of her.
"I need you," she ran her hands up his arms.
"I need you to be more than my friend, my mentor, my Watcher," she turned them both so that his back was up against the fence.
"I need you to love me...," she pressed her body against his, one hand going behind his head, the other trailing down his stomach.
"...to be my lover," she kissed him at the same time her hand closed over his erection.
Giles' hands were in her hair, holding her head steady as he took control of the kiss, moaning into her mouth as she rubbed him. She moved her hand to his zipper and Giles grabbed her wrist.
"We can't do this..."
"Yes," Buffy was breathing hard, "yes, we can..."
"No, we can't do this..."
"Giles, please," she groaned in frustration, trying to free her wrist.
"...here. We can't do this *here*," he finally got out. Buffy fell against him in relief.
"But we can...?" she asked hopefully against his chest.
"Yes," he agreed after a pause.
"Now? Back to your place?" Buffy asked breathlessly.
"Yes," he agreed, more quickly this time, taking her hand in his and pulling her back down the sidewalk toward his apartment.
***
"Help!" Willow cried out back in the present. "Spike, Giles, help! Buffy's being mean to me!"
"Shut *up*!" Buffy hissed as she turned an interesting shade of red and Willow laughed harder.
Suddenly Giles and Spike were both standing in the doorway. Giles looked confused, having no idea what was going on. Spike leaned against the doorway with a smirk on his face, his vampiric hearing, and intentional eavesdropping, having picked up everything the three girls said.
"You've got your hands on my woman, there, Slayer," Spike drawled.
His woman, the thought made Willow shudder as her mind drifted back to last night.
When Buffy and Giles slammed through the door a fully clothed Willow was sitting on Spike's lap on the couch. Well, mostly fully clothed. She hadn't been able to find her panties, which she thought had made their way into Spike's pocket, though he denied any knowledge of it. Willow looked over at them in surprise, thanking the goddess that she had insisted they get dressed, and noticed that they both looked a little disheveled.
"Buffy! Giles! Is everything alright?" she asked in concern as she slipped off of Spike's lap and onto her knees on the cushion to lean on the back of the couch.
"Yes, um, yes, everything's, um..." Giles was stuttering.
"We need to talk," Buffy told Willow. "Not you and me," she clarified, "he and me. I mean, him and me. I mean..."
"I get it, Buffy. Didn't you have a chance to talk on patrol?" she asked innocently, optimistically hoping Buffy and Giles had had an opportunity to talk about last night and work things out. She jumped as Spike ran his fingers up the back of her leg and under the skirt.
"Uh, not much, actually, no. We're just gonna go upstairs. And talk," Buffy looked over her shoulder at Giles. "Giles?"
"Er, yes?" he looked away from Willow and Spike to Buffy.
"Talk? Upstairs?" she prodded him.
"Oh, yes, of course. Talk. Um, Spike and Willow...?" he pointed at the couple on the couch with a surprised frown. Willow smiled and waved her fingers at him, trying not to moan as Spike slipped his fingers between her thighs.
"Uh, yeah," Buffy admitted. "Do we have to discuss this now?" she asked, in a hurry to get upstairs. "Look, you can talk to Willow when we're done...talking," she turned to Giles. "But not...talk, talk."
"Oh, bloody hell!" Spike couldn't take it anymore. "Would you two just go upstairs and shag already? You're giving me a bleedin' headache with all this mamby pamby beatin' around the bush. So to speak," he smirked.
"You're a pig, Spike," Buffy ground out.
"Oh!" Willow said in understanding. "You *did* talk. And now you're going to...talk...some more," she concluded. "That's good. Have fun!" she added as Buffy pulled Giles up the stairs.
"Oh, goddess," she moaned, spreading her thighs as Spike's finger delved between her folds. "Spike," she pushed back against his hand. "We can't do this," she was breathing heavily as her body responded to his touch. "Buffy and Giles are right upstairs...oh, oh!" she clutched the back of the couch as his fingers rubbed her clit.
"Don't worry, they won't be down for a while," Spike said. "*Trust me*," he rolled his eyes.
"Y-you can *hear* them?!" Willow moaned and giggled at the same time.
"Bloody hell, yes, so I need something to take my mind off of it," his voice was sultry.
"What did you have in mind?" Willow asked teasingly as she pushed herself against his hand.
"I thought we could watch that other movie," Spike said as he knelt on the couch behind her.
"It's supposed to be a good *one*," her voice squeaked as Spike pushed her skirt up and squeezed her butt. She heard his zipper and then felt his head pressing against her entrance. Spike slipped his hand around her body and pressed her clit, his other going to her breast as he slid into her.
"Oh, goddess, Spike," she moaned as he filled her, then began to pump into her as his fingers did wonderful things to her body.
***
"Stay back, blondie, or the redhead gets it," Buffy threatened.
"Spike! Help me!" Willow cried through her laughter as Buffy's threat brought her back to the present.
"Quiet!" Buffy stuck her fingers in Willow's ribs and began to tickle her.
"Aah, ha, ha, Buffy, stop it!" Willow was laughing so hard it brought tears to her eyes. She twisted, trying to break free of Buffy's grasp and the two of them ended up on the floor. Buffy quickly flipped Willow to her back and straddled her legs as she continued to tickle her.
"Spi-ike!" Willow cried out as she tried to fend of Buffy's hands.
"What's going on?" Xander, who had been drawn away from the donuts by Willow's laughter and cries for help looked down at them over the counter.
"I think there's going to be an orgy," Anya replied hopefully.
"No!" Buffy practically threw herself off of Willow and up against the cupboards. "There is *not* going to be an orgy!"
"Oh," Anya said, disappointed, "bummer."
"Why would there be an orgy?" Xander asked.
"I thought all men liked orgies," Anya commented.
"Well..."
"Admit it," Spike taunted. "It's the girl on girl that gets you every time, ain't that right, Watcher," he pulled Giles into the conversation.
"Yes, well, I've got quite a lot of research..."
"How did the topic of orgies come up, anyway?" Xander was still confused.
"We were just talking about how Buffy and Giles are..."
"Anya!" Buffy and Willow screamed at her.
Spike watched in amusement as Buffy and Giles both turned a surprisingly deep shade of red. Willow just looked mortified that she'd had anything to do with letting the cat out of the bag. I mean, telling Anya was one thing, but having everyone standing there staring at them, eep, especially since she was still lying on the floor! She sat up and slid over to Buffy.
"I'm sorry, Buffy," she took the blond's hand and squeezed it.
"Giles and Buffy are what?" Xander asked.
"Talking. Just *talking*," Buffy mumbled from behind the hand covering her face, wondering if this was a nightmare and if she'd ever wake up. But wait, she had prophetic dreams, so if this *was* a nightmare, she was probably still screwed `cause it was going to happen all over again when she woke up. And she'd have to live through it twice. Yay, me, she thought.
"Having sex," Anya stated.
"Anya!" Buffy and Willow cried again.
"What?!" Xander yelped.
"And so are Willow and Spike," Anya added happily.
"Oh, goddess," Willow moaned. Buffy peeked out from between her fingers at her friend and giggled. Nobody liked to be embarrassed alone. It was a variation on the misery loves company theme.
Xander's mouth was opening and closing like a fish, his hands flapping as he looked down at Willow and Buffy sitting on the floor and then up at Giles and Spike standing in the doorway. "What?" he was finally able to squeak out.
"Now everyone will be happy, and no more mopey Buffy or Willow, cause they're getting laid," Anya continued with her observations.
"Anya!" everyone but Spike cried while Spike just grinned. He liked demon girl, she said it like it was.
"I wasn't mopey," Willow muttered.
"You were...a little bit," Buffy said quietly from behind her hand.
"You were *way* mopier than me," Willow insisted.
"Was not!"
"Were, too!"
"Was not!"
"Quiet!" Giles raised his voice. "Xander, Anya, why don't you go home, now? I don't really think we have a need for any further research tonight," Giles took his glasses off and wiped the lenses.
"Okay!" Anya stepped over Willow's and Buffy's legs. "Let's go home and get naked, Xander."
"An," Xander groaned as he turned to follow her.
"Don't worry, they're going to have sex, too," Anya chirped happily as she opened the door.
"I *really* didn't need to hear that," Xander's voice was muffled through the closing door.
"Red," Spike held his hand out and a subdued Willow reached up to take it. He gave her a tug and pulled her up against him. With an arm over her shoulders he led her into the living room.
Giles looked down at Buffy, still sitting on the floor with her face hidden behind her hands.
"Buffy."
"What?" she asked from behind her hands.
"We need to talk."
Buffy froze. "Talk, or *talk*?" she asked.
"Er, talk," Giles said as he sat down next to her leaning his back against the cupboard door.
"I'm sorry," Buffy moaned.
"About what?" Giles asked gently.
"Everybody knows," she groaned.
"Did you think they wouldn't find out?"
"I hadn't...really thought that far ahead. I mean, we *just*...you know...*talked* for the first time and...," she broke off. "That whole...scene...was just...embarrassing. Are you mad at me?" she asked. "Disappointed...again?"
"No, Buffy, don't be ridiculous. That certainly wasn't they way I envisioned everyone finding out, not that I've had much time to envision it, so I'm with you on the `not thinking that far ahead' part, except for your mother. Does she own a cleaver?" he asked. "Or perhaps have a history of violence?"
Buffy giggled and lowered her hands, looking at him for the first time since Anya had spilled the beans, "I don't even know what a cleaver is. But I know what a broad sword is," she smiled proudly.
Giles put his arm around her shoulder and she snuggled up against his side. She ran her hands over his chest, unbuttoning his vest and pushing it apart.
"Giles?"
"Mmm?" he watched her nimble fingers as if in a trance.
"Have you ever had sex on the kitchen floor?" she asked as she straddled his legs.
"Buffy," his hands cupped her ass, "Spike and Willow are..."
"Busy," she shut him up by covering his lips with hers. "Remind me to stay away from the couch," she moved her mouth to his neck. "Oh, and we need to disinfect the table."
"What?"
***
Willow sat on the couch next to Spike, refusing to look at him.
"Red?"
She didn't answer.
"Re-ed?"
"Are you mad?" she asked in a small voice.
"`Bout what?"
"Everyone knows. I mean, *I* don't care if everyone knows, but I don't know if *you* wanted everyone to know, and now they do, know, I mean...what are you doing?" she looked down at her chest where Spike was rubbing her nipple to a hard peak.
"You're the smart one," he smirked as he rolled her pebbled nipple between his fingers.
"Oh, goddess," she moaned as he pinched her nipple, sending little shock waves through her body. "Spike," she was wet, "we can't..." She began to writhe on the couch, wanting more, "Buffy and Giles..."
"They're busy," Spike said as he pulled her onto his lap, seating her with her back to the kitchen. He lifted her skirt up and pushed her knees apart.
"Are you sure?" Willow asked breathlessly, leaning back against his shoulder and letting her legs fall apart as his fingers trailed up the inside of her thighs.
"Positive," he rubbed her through her knickers.
"Spike," she lifted her hips. He slipped his fingers beneath the cotton, sliding them along her wet slit before burying them in her heat.
"Oh, goddess, yes!" Willow moaned softly as she pulled his head down to hers and claimed his lips.
***
Several hours later Buffy and Willow were walking to Buffy's house where Willow was going to spend the night.
"I'm sorry about that whole...Anya thing," Willow apologized. "What a nightmare," she shook her head.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too," Buffy agreed. "And I'm still going to kill you."
End