summer_of_giles | Fic: Lover's Knot (G/W, G/S) NC 17 (Part 2)

Had to break it up.

Warnings on part 1.

Lover's Knot (P2)

Buffy dragged Willie from behind the bar and held him up against a wall. “Listen. My friends are in trouble and I don’t have the time or patience to play this little ‘protecting your customers’ game tonight. Tell me what you’ve heard, or start bleeding.”

“All right,” the bartender waved his hands in supplication. “I can’t say that I’ve heard any talk of a new big bad in town after you personally. But there was a group of vamps in here earlier. Seems that whoever they work for gave ‘em orders to go after some loose canon that just rolled into town. Their boss wants this guy run off for some reason.” He protected his face as Buffy threatened a punch. “I don’t know who it is. They never mentioned a name… I swear.”

“Fine. Just tell us which way they went.” Willie pointed. “When Angel shows up send him after us.”

“Will do,” the snitch called after the exiting group of teens. “Always a pleasure when you stop by.”

***

“What do you know,” Spike grinned from his perch. “Smell that it the air, Watcher? Looks like you won’t have to hold her down while she fights and screams after all. Pity, that’s my favorite part.”

Giles looked up at Willow with a tilt of his head. He was trying desperately to ignore the vampire, but couldn’t shut out the words.

Willow shifted uneasily under his questioning gaze, feeling what Spike could smell. Her mind raced for something to say to him that wouldn’t make him think any less of her. “It’s just that,” she stammered, clamping her mouth shut on ‘you look so cute when you do that little head tilt thing’. Then she sat up tall. “It’s the natural reaction of the post-adolescent human body when presented with such stimuli.” She gave a nod of her head as punctuation.

The girl exhaled the breath she’d been holding when Giles finally smiled at her effort. “Of course,” he answered softly. “Spike,” Giles growled at their captor, but didn’t take his eyes from Willow. “I don’t care how impatient you get. Her body is not ready for this yet and I won’t do what you want until it is.”

“I’ve got all night, Mate. Drag it out as long as you want. I don’t expect any interruptions.” Normally Spike would be losing patience at all the stalling, but this was different. He could feel every extra second eating away at the Watcher’s mind and his heart. He knew how much turmoil the man was in and could sense how much he was now fighting his own demons. The whispers deep inside him of buried longings and the secret want to stoop to the level of the vampire.

Giles gently directed Willow to lie back on the bed. He supported his weight on one arm as he leaned over her and tenderly ran his other hand overtop of her clothing. He could feel her trying to relax under his touch. She was trying to make her body do what she thought it was supposed to be doing.

“Willow,” he whispered, attempting to distract her with conversation. “You don’t have to do anything. Just breathe and trust me. Can you do that?”

Willow nodded with a small gulp as she watched his hand brush down the center of her sweater.

After she had gotten a bit used to the feel of his hand, he continued, “May I touch your skin, Willow?” She nodded and smiled at the warmth of his large hand as it snuck under her sweater and caressed her stomach. “Now close your eyes for me.” Willow complied, settling more comfortably on the bed. “There’s only one thing I want you to remember from this night,” his voice drifted over her as his fingers danced up the side of her abdomen. “This is what it’s supposed to feel like when a gentleman touches you. If anyone ever touches you with any less reverence or tenderness, as a lovely young lady like you should be treated, you tell me and I’ll deal with him.”

Willow giggled, partly because he found a ticklish spot, but mostly because she knew he meant what he said.

“Now, may I touch your br… move up to your… c-chest?” Giles couldn’t help the hitch in his breathing when she nodded.

She felt his fingers play at the bottom curve of her bra and her body craved the feel of more, cried for the sensations he could teach her.

As just his fingertips began peeking under the satin of her bra, he spoke again. “With your eyes closed, I want you to imagine me being anyone you’d like. You can pretend I’m Oz…”

She slowly shook her head. “You don’t feel like Oz,” she murmured.

“Then pick any fantasy man you find attractive. Maybe someone you’ve seen on TV, an actor or singer perhaps.”

“Mmm… Like the cute guy in those old coffee commercials my mom still has on video,” she smiled.

“Quite.” Giles was surprised that he knew the pop culture reference.

As his fingers slowly pushed the material of her bra up and out of the way, Willow couldn’t help a tiny moan at the sensation of his fingers brushing across her hardening nipple. Then she began to feel something odd. Giles’ hand was trembling. Giles never trembled. Not when staring down an apocalypse beast, not even when a vampire is millimeters from sinking it’s fangs into his neck. But he was shaking now, touching her so intimately.

Willow wanted so much to find a way to make this easier for him. To make him feel as comfortable as he was making her. To chase away his fear that she would blame him for what was happening. She swallowed as she made up her mind, hoping that what she had decided to tell him would make things better and not worse.

She felt his fingers still for a moment as she began to speak. “I think I’ve decided who I want to imagine you being.”

“Oh yes?” he murmured, as he continued building sensations in her body.

“I want you to be my secret high school crush.”

Giles chuckled, “The way you feel about Xander isn’t really a--”

“Not Xander,” Willow smiled. “I don’t know about England, but in American high schools it’s almost mandatory for a girl to pick someone older to have a crush on. Kind of an example…”

“And do I know this older boy?” Giles questioned, putting a hint of the protector back in his voice.

“You should,” she whimpered, squirming a bit as he rolled his finger around a now pebbled nipple. “He’s on the faculty.”

His mind ran through the list of the younger teachers and assistants at the school. “Perhaps if you tell me who it is, I can help you pretend I am he,” he failed to hide his curiosity.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since the day I went to school and discovered we had a handsome, new librarian.”

Giles’ eyes leapt up and found hers, now open and watching his face intently, a hopeful smile dancing on her lovely lips. “Oh Willow,” he breathed out a shuddering sigh. She lightly brushed her fingers down his arm, delighting in the fact that his hand had stopped trembling. Leaning over her, a blink of his eyes allowed a single tear to escape and run down to hang from his cheek.

Willow’s hands ran up his arms to his shoulders and she used his strength to lift herself enough to kiss the tear away with her soft lips. “Its okay, Giles,” she breathed in his ear, “You may.”

As the Watcher moved down her body to reposition himself for the next step, his mind was again warring against itself. Her unwavering trust, her permission, and her admitted attraction to him was all making this easier. But that was the problem. He knew he shouldn’t be with her like this, not ever. Nothing should make the situation easier on him, and the feeling that it was frightened him more than the very pleased vampire in the corner ever could.

He placed a gentle hand on her knee and slowly began moving it up under her skirt. A thrill spiked through him as he felt the top of her stockings and his fingers caressed the bare skin of her inner thigh. Her flesh felt so soft, so firm, so young. He had to force himself to remember to breathe as he brushed his knuckles against her cotton panties and heard a happy little squeak come from Willow. His fingers moved along her hip and around to the smooth roundness of her rump. Her hips rolled and pitched with his movements, her body drawing him in, craving more.

She let a moan escape when he finally allowed his fingers duck under the material of her panties and brush along the curly hair of her mound. Willow lifted her hips, a silent plea to remove the obstructing garment, and he obliged. His sure and practiced fingers ran all along her surface, waiting for her to settle into the current sensation before moving her up to the next. Her cry of pleased surprise at his first stroke of her sensitive nub shot through him like an arrow. The knowledge that he shouldn’t was being overrun by the joy of being there with her to help her discover this new world of sensual pleasure.

Giles watched the beautiful expressions that danced across her face as he continued his ministrations. He was amazed that even in this awful place with their dark situation, she seemed to be able to let everything go and follow him to the new heights of pleasure he could show her. Seeing her like this, he couldn’t understand why she didn’t have boys her own age lining up to show her these things ages ago. That thought was quickly followed by the thought that he would probably kill any boy who took advantage of her in such a way.

By this time, having superhuman vampire senses was no longer necessary. The sweet scent of her intense arousal permeated the air and Giles couldn’t help breathing it in. It was intoxicating, and he fought to keep his focus. He could feel she was very wet now. His thumb ran down her valley and pressed into her secret heat, staying still and giving her time to adjust to this first stretching sensation.

He could feel her building rapidly, letting the new waves of sensation wash over her. Quickly flipping his hand, he continued working her with his thumb while inserting one, then two, and finally three fingers. Trying to prepare her for the next encounter, to stretch her enough that the pain he would surely cause would be limited. He could feel it coming, her tight muscles hugging his fingers, her hips rising to meet even more of his hand. She was right there and he doubted she even knew it. A sudden need rushed over him. The need to push her to her climax, to give her the release her body so openly craved. Before his mind could fight him, he lunged forward under her skirt. He closed his eyes and replaced his thumb with his burning mouth, sucking her pulsating nub into a tender kiss. She bucked against him as he teased with tongue and lips, his fingers sliding in and out. At last she exploded, washing her passage with her glowing essence, screaming out at her climax.

Giles pulled back, placing soft, loving kisses along her thigh, and watched her as she rode it out and began to calm. A half-smile tugged at his lips at the discovery that she was a giggler. As she murmured and giggled her way back from the high he had given her, Giles tried hard to silence the nagging in his mind. He could still smell her, taste her on his lips. He could pick out his name amongst her murmurs. She was so beautiful at that moment. And Spike had not laid one finger on her. He could regret later. He could beat himself up and contemplate slitting his own wrists for what he had done to her later. Right now he had to be there for her, be the strong man she needed him to be. She needed him to protect her from the demon in the room. And at that moment, Spike presented more of a danger than the demons lurking within the Watcher.

He stretched up over her to place a tender kiss on her forehead, and then on the tip of her nose. As he pulled back, Willow caught the back of his neck and lifted up to place one more kiss on his lips. It was chaste and innocent. No more than a thank you. The gesture of kind reassurance brought tears back to threaten in his eyes as he returned to watch her from the foot of the bed.

“Very nice overture, Mate,” Spike said as he walked over, clapping. “For a while there I was afraid you might have to leave the poor lass hanging. But I guess you do have some skills they don’t teach at that damned council of yours.”

“Offer’s still on the table if you want to try me for yourself, Spike,” Giles growled, keeping his eyes on Willow. “All you have to do is let her go.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were hot for me, Old Man,” Spike laughed. “But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t take away this special time you have with the sweet, young, innocent, little girl you’re about to steal the flower from. What kind of monster would that make me?”

“You’re the kind of monster I kill!” Giles stood to face the vampire. “Don’t make the mistake that I’m holding you any less responsible because you’re using my body as a weapon against her instead of your own. One day I will catch up to you and make you pay for what you’re doing to her.”

Spike cocked his head and clucked his tongue. “Yeah, yeah, sure,” he mocked, his eyes looking considerably lower than the Watcher’s face. “Looks to me like your stallin’, Rupert. She sure is ready for you, but you don’t seem to have anything to give her at the moment. Even the taste of a pretty girl on your tongue can’t get you going? Why didn’t you just say you were too old and needed a, what do these Americans call it, pinch hitter?”

“You can hardly expect me to maintain arousal with you hanging over my shoulder threatening to rape Willow and murder us both? If you are determined to make me play your sadistic game, just back off. I assure you Willow will be able to give me all I need to continue.”

Spike threw his hands up and backed into the darkness with demented glee on his face. “On to the main event then.”

***

“There was a fight here. Knock down, drag out, by the look of things,” Buffy commented as they searched the alleyway.

“More stakes and dust over here,” Cordilia called.

Oz nodded. “At least it looks like the only casualties were vamps.”

“That’s good,” Xander sighed, “But it still puts us no closer to finding Willow and the Big Guy.”

“I think this one might give us our answers.” Angel emerged from the shadows dragging a smaller male vampire by the collar. “I caught him hiding from whatever went down here.”

The vampire swung around, trying to fight his way free. “I wasn’t hiding,” he whined. “I was just waiting for a good time to pounce.”

“I’d say you waited long enough,” Buffy announced, striding toward him. “This fight is long over and done.”

“Slayer!” the prisoner squeaked. “I didn’t do anything. Just following orders. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’ll tell you what. You give me the information I need to find my friends, and I’ll let you live until the next time I see you.”

“Anything,” he screeched. “What do you want to know?”

“Who was this loose cannon you were sent to take care of?”

The vampire looked around at all the expectant eyes staring at him. “All right. It was Spike. The boss wanted us to run Spike out of town.”

“I should have known,” Angel grumbled as the prisoner took the opportunity to break his grip and run for it.

“Just let him go,” Buffy ordered when the others turned to chase him down. “Where would Spike hole up around here?”

“He’s not the most inventive,” Angel commented. “Best bet would be back at the factory.”

“That’s clear on the other side of town,” Xander kicked at a piece of wood. “And we left the van back the other way.”

“I know Spike,” Angel tried to be calming. “He wouldn’t take them to just outright kill them. He thinks he’s smarter than he is. He’ll keep them alive for whatever plan brought him here.”

“And if Drusilla’s with him?” Xander countered. “You already gave her a taste of Giles. How long do you think he’ll last in her clutches again?”

Angel hung his head in shame as a look of bewilderment crossed Buffy’s face. “What is that supposed to…” she started. “You know what, later. You three go back to get the van. Angel and I will make the run across town. Meet at the factory. And if you get there first and even suspect Spike is still around, wait for one of us.”

With a quick nod, the Slayer and vampire sprinted one way while the three humans ran the other.

PART 3