Title:  Morning Glory

Sequel to: What Happened on the way Home

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: 1^st and 2^nd season through Incan Mummy Girl

Pairing: Willow/Giles

Summary: Ripper stakes a claim

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this stuff.  (A vague disclaimer’s nobody’s friend)

Warning:  NC17 Ahoy!  This one is a little angsty, a little fluffy; but once again I feel I must remind everyone, my idea of sweetness and light usually includes BDSM and graphic sex

Distribution: “Jou want it?  Jou got it!”  Just let me know where you put it so I can go visit it.

Dedicated to the sweet ecstasy of a long-held release 8-D

***

Giles woke up very early that morning on the couch in his office.  It wasn’t the first time he had ended up waking up in his office.  The situation was unique by the fact that he had never woken up there before naked and holding an equally naked Willow Rosenberg in his arms. 

At some point during the night he had pulled a light blanket off of the back of the couch and draped it over them.  All he could see of Willow was the top of her tousled red hair as her face was nuzzled up against his chest.  She was snoring ever so faintly occasionally whimpered slightly as she reacted to something in her dreams.  He lay still, enjoying the feeling of the small, warm girl against his skin, while he contemplated his life, and his choices.

On the one hand he had acted rashly- no matte how noble his intentions might have been; no matter how strong and real his feelings for the girl- he was still more than old enough to be her father.  He was an adult, technically she was still a child.  He was a teacher, and she a student.

The words ‘statutory rape’ made an unpleasant appearance in his mind.  If they were discovered he would loose his job, of course.  There existed the possibility that he would even face jail-time.  Then there was his slayer to consider; not to mention the Watcher’s Council. 

Buffy would probably find it very difficult to understand or accept a relationship between Willow and himself.  She would bring up the age difference, but it wasn’t the age, but rather the fact that he was somewhat of a father figure to the group that would create a stir.  “After all,” he thought, “ Buffy is hardly in a position to point fingers regarding age.” 

The Watcher’s Council would be more concerned with the possibility of legal trouble for their Watcher, than they would be regarding any inappropriate.  It was a poorly kept secret among members of the Council that slayers usually ended up being ‘involved’ with their watchers.  He didn’t imagine Buffy would ever find that likely between the two of them, but she was unlike any other slayer before her in the fact that she led a supposedly normal life- school, family, and such.  Historically, slayers were usually kept separate from society.  They usually weren’t allowed to be with their families, and were not encouraged to develop friendships.  Of course, slayers were also usually identified at a young age and removed from their families, to be brought up by the council.  Buffy was an anomaly; and anomalies generally didn’t survive long enough to be recorded in the Watcher diaries.

There was also- naturally- Willow herself to consider.  Her reaction was bound to be a bad one, at least initially.  Giles imagined that she would panic when she realized where they were remembered what had happened.  In the end, she would be confronted with the rather unappealing alternative of trying to lead a secret life, versus the easier road of denial; pretending that last night never happened and spending the next several weeks, if not months avoiding any contact with him.

There existed the very real possibility that he had been merely a convenience.  A warm body used to chase away the nightmares for a short time.  He could have been nothing more to her than a temporary substitute for, “God help me, Xander Harris!” he thought disdainfully.  It was ironic that he- the older, wiser man- may have the victim of the young, ‘innocent’ girl’s lust.

That thought caused a cold sinking feeling in his stomach.  If there were to exist even the smallest possibility of a relationship for him and Willow, she would have to convince him that she had been interested in him before last night.

Despite the weight of the negative concerns, Giles never for a moment considered not wanting to pursue a relationship with the girl.  If such were her decision, he would respect it- despite the personal cost- but he would not choose that path of his own volition.  Even though his behavior had been inappropriate, he refused to feel guilty for it.  Being with Willow, taking pleasure in her lithe body- returning even more pleasure back unto her… it had felt right.  It had felt perfect.  If she were willing, he would face any risk to be with her.

He did not look forward to her awaking.

***

The moment Willow woke up, she remembered everything.  His masculine sent filled her awareness, along with the feel of his warm, furry chest against her face and upper body.  She felt her legs up against his; and his arm wrapped over and around her.  She felt his hand- hot against the base of her spine as it rested just above the gentle swell of her buttocks. 

She knew that she should be freaking out.  She’d had sex with Giles!  She’d had sex, period.  With Giles!  Librarian, teacher, Watcher Giles.  Super-sexy British guy Giles had taken her virginity… Right there… on the library table.  On the table they did research at almost every day.

She did cringe at that, thinking that she would never again be able to look at that table without blushing.

Willow began to run various scenarios in her head, different versions of how their conversation could go; ‘Willow, you’re too young for me.’  ‘Willow, I’m your teacher, you’re my student.’  Willow, people wouldn’t understand…’

Basically she thought of all the ways  in which he could reject her- disavow what had happened between them last night.  The thought of Giles repudiating her in that way brought fresh tears of grief to her eyes.

Giles felt the vision of beauty stiffen in his arm and then begin to softly weep against his chest.

“Not exactly what I imagined,” he thought; but equally, not a reaction calculated to engender hope in the Watcher’s heart.

“Willow?” he inquired gently.

“Don’t say it!” she whispered desperately.

“Don’t say what, Willow?” Giles asked, a bit taken aback.

“Don’t say it was a mistake.  Don’t say it can never happen again.” She cried.  “I couldn’t take it, Giles.  I love you so much; I don’t think I could stand it if I had to look at you and remember what we did, and know that we couldn’t ever have that again.”  She paused long enough to pull back and meet his eyes.  “Please don’t tell me that you don’t love me.”

This was definitely not at all the response he had been expecting- it wasn’t even a response he had considered- that Willow would be the one fearing His rejection.  He wanted to exult, but he had a difficult time reconciling her behavior regarding Xander as recently as last night, with her apparently sudden feelings for him.

Willow took Giles silence as confirmation that he was going to cast he aside.  She cried harder and clutched at him, “Last night you said you loved me!  Was that just a lie?” Her voice was broken with sadness, and her fears and insecurities- which he had nearly vanquished the previous night- were once again rearing their ugly heads. 

She started to pull away from him when she heard his own pained whisper, “What about Xander?”

Willow stopped cold.  Giles was worried about Xander?  Xander Harris?  Mature, wise, sexy older-man Rupert Giles was worried about a high-school boy?  “Didn’t see that coming!” Willow thought to herself.

Pressing his point, Giles continued, “You did seem, well, somewhat lovesick about him just yesterday.”

“Giles, I’ve loved Xander Harris since… well, since forever.  He is the only boy in my whole life who ever liked me, or was ever nice to me… or ever even noticed that I existed at all.”  We’ve been best friends since, like kindergarten.  I always thought we were destined to be together.”  She sniffled a little as she went on, “I hurts, Giles.  It hurts to see him look at every girl in the world who’s not me; when I’ve been loyal to him, stood up for him… well, it just hurts.”

Giles softly stroked her back, aching anew for her years of unfulfilled longing- even if it was for someone other than himself.

“I think we’ll be best friends forever, and I’ve known for a long time that he wasn’t ever going to feel more than that for me.  I’ve just never had anyone else ever even remotely interested in me in any way at all, let alone in like a… you know…” she trailed off as she tried to figure out how to explain.

“Interested romantically,” Giles offered.

“Right. Like that.  Anyway, I’ve had feelings for other… people… besides Xander, but I knew I never had a shot with them, so I never really explored those feelings.”  She hoped that Giles wouldn’t question what others, as she had meant to say boys, but it didn’t come out right.

Giles didn’t miss the slip, he wondered why she had said ‘people,’ and not ‘boys’ or ‘men.’  He wisely decided to leave that question for another day.

“So, you *have* had feelings for…” he began- pausing because he wanted her to say it, not just affirm his leading statement.

Willow jumped on the question, relieved that it hadn’t sidetracked into ‘uncharted territory.’  “I’ve *totally* had feelings for you Giles.  You’re smart and you know lots of stuff, and you’re brave, and strong, and…” she shyly added, “sexy.”

Giles couldn’t help but smile at that.  “Really? You think of me as…” again begging for her to say it herself.

Willow nodded her head bashfully, “Yeah, really sexy.” She said in a small girlish voice.

Giles was delighted.  “You are so, amazingly beautiful, Willow.  I quite meant what I said last night.  I love you.  Lord knows I shouldn’t, and it’s going to be an amazingly difficult path for us to be together; if that is what you…”

“I want that, Giles.  I want us to happen,” Willow said, looking up into his eyes so that he could see her resolve-face.  “We are going to happen!  I’ll do anything, Giles, to be with you.” She said in a startlingly mature tone.

“You realize, this won’t be easy?” he asked, wanting to be convinced that she understood the gravity of the situation.

Willow nodded her head, “People won’t understand.  We could both get in trouble if we got caught- especially you, ‘cause I’m still a minor.”

“There’s more, Willow.  We will have to live a lie- no one can know.  And…”

“Giles, Buffy and Xander are going to find out.  We can’t hide it from them forever,” Willow whispered.  Seeing that he wanted to protest, She clarified, “I can’t hide it from them forever, Giles.  You know I’m a terrible liar.”

Giles had to admit that that was quite true.  Asking her to not tell keep a secret was one thing, asking her to deliberately lie to her friends- to lie to their faces- well, the girl just wasn’t capable of that.  Not convincingly, in any case.  “Well, I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”  Giles began to bring his hand around to the front of her, stroking up her torso toward her breasts as he revealed the next… obstacle? challenge? to their continued relationship.  His own proclivities and desires were somewhat… unique.  Willow was a virtual innocent, while his sexual tastes tended toward somewhat more ‘adventurous’ activities than most.

“Willow, last night was wonderful,” he began.  His hands just touching the undersides of her breasts as he stroked the creamy skin of her abdomen.

Breath hitching as she spoke, she agreed, “It was amazing!”

Giles smiled, “Yes, well… I know it was your first time, Willow…”

Suddenly self-conscious, Willow’s eyes widened in horror and she began to babble, “Was it not ama… I mean good.  For you, I mean. Was it not good for you, Giles?  Did I do something wr…”

Smiling even more widely at Willow’s insecure prattle, Giles shushed her with a finger on her lips.  “You were wonderful, Willow.  I enjoyed what we did very much.  Now be silent for a moment and let me tell you what I am trying to say.”

Pleased and abashed at the same time, Willow whispered silently against his finger, “Sorry.”

Giles began again, “I have certain… needs, Willow.  Sexually.  Desires that are not entirely uncommon, but are not considered the ‘norm’.”

Despite the fact that she was naked in his arms, Willow blushed at the forthright sexual discussion.  She was also becoming aroused by his touch, as he teased her skin with his fingers. 

Giles smiled at her innocence.  “Let me be plain, Willow.  If you and I are to carry on a relationship, I will expect you to meet my needs; to fulfil my desires.”

Willow began to feel very, very warm.  She was embarrassed and excited at once.  She didn’t know to what Giles was referring, precisely.  “Giles, I… I want to make you happy.  I want to please you, but…”

Everything hinged on this, and Giles was worried that he would frighten her away- however, he knew that he would never be able to keep on long with a sexual relationship where his partner didn’t trust him enough to play the games he had in mind.  He had tried and failed in the past to do so, and he wouldn’t risk his heart any more than he already was.  “But…” he encouraged her to continue.

Willow took a deep breath and voiced her fears.  “I want to, but I’m scared.  I’m afraid I won’t know what to do, or if I’m doing something wrong, or…”

Giles interrupted her at that point.  “Willow, you need never fear that you won’t know what to do, or how to do it.  That I can promise you.  All you need to do is trust me.  Trust me to tell you what to do.  Trust me enough to do exactly what I tell you to do, without question.  Trust me not to harm you.  Trust that I will always satisfy your needs, even if you don’t know what they are.”  He made sure he had her full understanding as he looked into her gaze.  “You will have to trust me enough to submit yourself; mind, body, and heart; to me.”  He smiled and resumed stroking her face as he finished.  “I realize that I am asking a great deal of you, Willow.  Actually I am asking you for everything.  I promise, that what you get in return will be worth it.”

Willow’s mind was whirling at the thought of submitting her will to him.  He was basically asking her to make herself a slave to his desires- to commit to him all that she was. 

Flushed and panting, Willow said simply, “I trust you.”

***

Giles was overjoyed.  No, really- Over. Joy. ed.  His breath caught for a moment as the relief washed through him.  Willow had just agreed to submit herself to him.  She had granted him the power to fulfill his wildest fantasies.  Most of which consisted of bringing the young redhead so much pleasure that her mind erased and every last neuron was firing with pure, unadulterated bliss.  He wanted to hear her scream his name until there was no breath left in her.  He actually giggled!

Willow goggled at him when she heard the giggle leak out of him.  She had known Giles for a year, and never once in all that time had she ever heard him giggle.

Giles hastily schooled his features, “Easy old man, don’t want to go prating about like an addled school-boy!  It’s time to give Willow a taste what passion can be.” He silently vowed.

“Stand up,” he instructed.

Willow hesitated only a moment.  When nothing further was said, she slid off of the couch and stood before him.  She tried to be cool, confident.  But… standing completely naked in the middle of the room- when she had never even been seen naked by a man before last night… It was disconcerting.  Finally she just gave up trying to be comfortable, and focused on standing still, hands at her sides, eyes focused on a point on the wall.

Giles sat up and watched as Willow struggled.  He smiled when she stopped fidgeting and stood still.  She managed to stand before him, hands at her sides completely naked.  She was blushing furiously, but she wasn’t attempting to cover herself.  “That’s good, Pet.”  He stood up and walked around her, admiring her nubile young flesh.  “You… are… perfect.” He whispered as he completed the circuit about her.  He stood before her, completely naked and unashamed. 

Just being in the presence of her loveliness had him fully erect, but he ignored it for now.  He took her by the hand, led her to his desk, and said, “lie down on your back.”

Willow was trembling as she obeyed.  She was filled with desire and excitement.  She had no idea what was going to happen next.

“Stay there, I’ll be right back,” Giles said.  He slipped on his pants and his shirt and walked out of the office.

It was all Willow could do to stay in place as Giles walked out.  The waiting and wondering was driving her crazy.  Her body was humming with arousal. 

A few moments later Giles returned to the office with a handful of rope and a very full looking manila envelope.  He set the envelope down on the chair and leaned over his desk, kissing Willow’s mouth just for a moment.  As he pulled back he instructed her in a low sensual tone, “trust me, Pet.”

He seemed to be waiting for a response, so Willow just nodded, “I do.”

Giles mouth quirked into that little half-smile that always made her weak in the knees, and he began tying down her hands and feet to the four corners of the desk.

Willow whimpered slightly.  Less than twelve hours ago, she was still a virgin- she had never even managed to bring herself to orgasm before.  Now she was tied to a desk in her lover’s office- at *school* no less- and… about to be blindfolded?  She couldn’t hold back a quiet moan when she saw Giles remove the blindfold from the envelope.  He set the not yet empty packet back down on the chair and placed the blindfold over Willow’s eyes, stretching the elastic over her head so that she was effectively blinded.

Having her sight removed seemed to heighten her other senses.  Willow heard the rustle of the envelope as Giles lifted it from the chair and again removed something from within.  She heard the stretching of the rope as she pulled at her bonds- felt the smooth synthetic texture of it’s braided nylon construction around her wrists and ankles.  She could feel the old, worn leather of the desk blotter under her backside.  The smell of the room was the musty smell of old books, combined with the musky/sweet smell of her own arousal.  She was somewhat chagrined to be able to smell that scent, and wondered if Giles could smell it too.

Suddenly her sounds and smells receded into the background as a feathery light touch brushed against her cheek.  It felt like her hair was tickling her cheek, but it felt too soft to be her hair.  She gasped as the sensation trailed along her jaw line and down into the hollow of her throat.  She couldn’t figure out what was touching her to make that feeling.  It was too firm to be a feather, and just as suddenly, all thoughts left her mind entirely as the sensation trailed a wide swath down the front of her, passing through the shallow valley between her breasts and down her torso almost to the beginning of her now-glistening red curls.

She cried out in loss when the sensation pulled away from her skin, and she could feel a ghost of warmth along the path it had traveled.

Giles was extremely pleased with how responsive Willow was to his attentions.  A quiet whimper at the very sight of the blindfold, the gasp and moan elicited by the mink glove he wore over his fingers.  Each was serving to cause his erection to strain more and more forcefully against the seam of his trousers.  He bent close to Willow’s ear, letting her feel the warmth of his breath as he whispered, “Such a good pet.  You deserve to be stroked until there's nothing left but soft and creamy.”

“Humph! Oh yes… Please!” she mewled softly.

The next thirty minutes seemed like an eternity of beautiful torment to the redheaded nymph.  Every moment was one of unbearable pleasure, as her cruel lover stroked and rubbed her skin with the soft fur. 

“Cruel implement of evil!” she thought.  “Deliciously wonderful cruel implement of evil,” she amended. 

Ten minutes into the session she had begun to beg for relief, her body pulsating with raw, agonizing desire.  As she implored and pleaded with him for sweet release he said, “Anticipation, Pet.  Savor it.  Revel in it.  Let the delicious pleasure build in you until your body is taught and humming.  Until the blissful ache fills every cell of you body.

Finally, Giles gave in to her supplication.  He bent down and began to kiss her deeply as he reached down between her parted thighs and dipped his fingers into the overflowing font of pleasure located therein.  He trailed his now-slippery fingers up and stroked across her clit, triggering the blissful fulfillment she had been begging for.

Willow’s scream of ecstasy was swallowed into her lover’s mouth as she writhed and quivered, jerking on her restraints as her body rode out the crashing waves of her orgasm.  After an untold span of time- which surely must have only been a few moments, but felt like long minutes, the intensity of the experience began to settle and she could make out voices

“I’m tellin ya, Buff- It’s not like Willow to be late for school.”

“Well, maybe she overslept!  I mean, maybe she got major wiggens over last night and couldn’t sleep well.  I mean, Hello, almost kissed to death by Incan mummy girl!  I mean there’s the whole ‘almost kissed by another girl’ thing, factored it with the ‘almost had the life horribly sucked from my body leaving nothing but a shriveled corpse’ thing.

“Yeah, I guess.”

OhNO!  “OhMyGosh! Giles!” Willow whispered harshly.  “Buffy and Xander are here!”

Just a touch of Ripper came out in Giles just then.  “Shhh, Don’t make a sound Willow.  I’ll be right back,” he said as he walked to the door.  He twisted the blinds shut, and locked the door behind him, making sure he had his keys in his trouser pocket first.

Willow was too focused on the voices of her friends to hear the lock or the blinds- she was not in any real danger of discovery, but she didn’t know that!  She trembled in fear and worry as she listened to the conversation and waited for Giles to get rid of them.

***

“Hey G-man!” Xander chirped upon seeing the watcher come out of his office and walk behind the book counter.  “Have you seen Willow this morning?”

“Yes, good morning Buffy, Xander,” he said.  Turning his gaze fully on Xander he said, “Don’t ever call me that.”

Buffy asked, “Giles, we’re worried about Willow.  Do you think she was ok after the whole mummy thing?”

“Well, I’m quite sure it was rather intense for her last night, what with being thrust into such a sticky situation.  By the time I got her off to her house, she was quite exhausted from the emotional release.”  Giles removed his glasses and wiped them carefully as he continued. “I recommended to her that she try to sleep as long as possible, and not worry about her first class or two.  Just this once.”  He squinted up through his glasses as if to check for any marks before settling them back onto the bridge of his nose before adding, “I imagine she is probably so exhausted that she feels virtually tied to the bed at the moment.”  With his gentle and sincere smile, he dismissed them with a, “Doubtless she will see you by lunch.  Buffy, you’ll be by to train at your free period?”

Buffy was slightly confused by Giles phrasing as he talked to them.  She answered bemusedly, “Yeah.  Sure.  Sixth period… I’ll see you then.”

Xander was oblivious to the librarian’s turn of phrase and jumped right on the offered explanation, “Giles is right, Buffy.  We’ll see her at lunch.  Come on, we’ve got history right now.”  He tugged on the slayer’s sleeve as he headed for the door.  “See ya’ G-man”

“History.  Yay us,” she answered Xander, slower to leave the library.  “Bye, Giles,” she said, forehead still wrinkled in thought.

***

Giles barely managed to wait until the two teens had exited the library before giving in to the desire to laugh.  He was still laughing as he entered his office, returning to his new lover who was angry, mortified, and extremely turned on all at once.  His last comment as he closed and locked the door on himself and the flushed redhead was, “Hmmm playing hooky, Pet?  Somebody needs a spanking…”

***

The End.