To Never Let You Go

by Amy

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Willow knocked on the door, pounded on it with her little fist, making it
ache. Her face was red with exertion, her eyes feverishly bright. She
stopped, waited, and then knocked again.

Finally the door opened, and Giles wrinkled his brow in confusion to see
Willow standing there, obviously upset. Breathing heavily, she bolted inside
his warm apartment before stopping, looking around, not knowing what to do.
He took her hand wordlessly and led her over to the sofa and sat down next to
her.

"Willow?"

His word was a gentle breath, and as he spoke it, she crumpled into tears.
She threw herself into his arms and he awkwardly patted her shaking
shoulders, stroking them softly and murmuring words of comfort in her hair.
She finally looked up at him, eyes still sparkling and he took out his
handkerchief to wipe her face. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

She shook her head. "Giles, I'm not sure I'm brave enough to do this
anymore. Xander and Oz have moved away, Cordelia gone, and so is Angel.
Buffy and you and I are the only ones left, and it's so hard... When you
almost, when you almost died tonight, Giles... Well, I don't think I could
bear losing you." She didn't say the full meaning behind her words, but her
voice was heavy and his eyes lit with a confused understanding. He kissed
her cheeks, her eyes.

At first, all he offered was consolation, and that was all she sought; but
without either of them consciously striving to alter the embrace, the quality
changed. She put her arms around him and it was suddenly unclear who was
holding and comforting whom. Her hands moved up and down his muscled back,
and he froze, but she continued to stroke him lovingly, tenderly. When he
relaxed, he leaned in and was excited by the firmness and suppleness of her
body beneath her blouse. Her hands roamed over him too, stroking and
squeezing his arms and running lightly over his hard chest. He uncertainly
kissed the corner of her mouth and she eagerly returned those kisses full on
the lips. Their quick tongues met, and the kiss became hot, fiercely hot and
liquid; it left them breathing harder than they had been when their lips
first touched.

Simultaneously they realized what was happening and they stiffened as
uncomfortable thoughts flew through their minds. But Willow met his
questioning eyes evenly and shook her head, denying both their doubts.


Again they kissed, tentatively and then hungrily and it was as sweet as ever.
By unspoken agreement they lifted off the couch, their lips never
disconnecting and headed up the stairs into his bedroom.

Giles switched on a lamp before they entered his bedroom, and it was the only
thing illuminating the bed. Soft penumbral light, warm and golden light.
The light seemed to love Willow, for it didn't just fall dispassionately upon
her as it did the bed and Giles; it caressed her, lovingly accented the
white-gold of her skin, added luster to her shining red hair until it seemed
her face was framed with a halo and Giles was speechless with the love and
desire that swept over him. <Don't think> Willow's eyes seemed to be saying
to him. <Please, just don't think.>

He nodded slowly, and met her large eyes, sparkling green eyes.

They stood beside the bed, embracing, kissing and then he hesitantly began to
undress her. He unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off. He unhooked her bra;
she shrugged out of it and let it fall to the floor. His eyes fastened on
her breasts, they were small, but beautiful and upswept. She ran her hands
longingly over his chest, starting to unbutton his shirt, but he brushed them
aside with a quick smile. His hands trembled with excitement as he unbuckled
her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. They slid down her long legs and
she stepped out of them, having already slipped out of her shoes.

Giles went to his knees before her. He slowly pulled down her panties, and
she stepped out of them. Slowly, slowly, he moved his hands up her gorgeous
legs, over the lovely curves of her calves, over the smooth thighs. He
kissed the glossy red triangle of hair, and the hairs bristled crisply
against his face. As he stood, he cupped her firm ass in both hands, gently
kneading the taut flesh and she moved against him, and their lips met again.
The kiss lasted either a few seconds or a few days-- it was impossible to
tell-- and when it ended, Willow murmured, "Hurry."

As she pulled back the covers and got into bed, Giles stripped off his own
clothes. Nude, he stretched out beside her and took her in his arms. They
explored each other with their hands, endlessly fascinated by the textures
and shapes and angles and sizes and degrees of resiliency, and his erection
throbbed as she fondled it.

After a while, but long before he actually entered her, he felt strangely as
if he were melting into her, as if they were becoming one creature, not
physically or sexually so much as spiritually, blending together through some
sort of miraculous binding of the souls. Overwhelmed by the warmth of her,
excited by the promise of her magnificent body, but most deeply affected by
the unique murmurs and movements and actions and reactions that made her
Willow and nobody but Willow, Giles felt as though he had taken some new and
exotic drug. His perceptions seemed to extend beyond the range of his own
senses, so that he felt almost as if he were seeing through her eyes as well
as his own, feeling with his hands *and* her hands, tasting her mouth with
his, but also tasting his mouth with hers. Two minds, meshed. Two hearts,
synchronized.

Her hot kisses made him want to kiss every part of her, every delicious inch,
and he did, arriving, at long last, at the warm juncture of her thighs. He
spread her elegant legs and licked the moist center of her, opened those
secret folds of flesh with his tongue, found the hidden button of sense that,
when softly flicked, caused her to gasp with pleasure.

She began to moan and writhe under his loving lash.

"*Giles!*"

He made love to her with his tongue and teeth and lips. She arched her back,
clutched at the sheets with both hands, thrashing ecstatically. As she
raised herself, he slipped his hands under her, grabbed her ass, held her to
him. She groaned and shivered erratically. She was breathing deeply,
rapidly.

She tried to pull away from him when the pleasure became too intense, but
then a moment later, she thrust herself to him, begging for more. Eventually
she began to quiver all over, and those shallow tremors swiftly grew into
wonderful wrenching shudders of pure delight. She gasped for breath and
tossed her head again and again and cried out deliriously, rode the wave
within her, came and came again, lithe muscles contracting, and relaxing
until finally she was exhausted. She collapsed, then sighed.

He raised his head, kissed her fluttering belly, and then moved to tease her
nipples with his tongue. She suddenly reached down and gripped his erection
in both hands. As she anticipated this final joining, she was filled with a
new erotic tension. He opened her up with his fingers, testing the slick
folds to see if they were ready, and then guided himself in.

Giles nodded, rocking back and forth on his knees. Willow arched her
breasts, her hand on his back. "Yes, yes, yes," she whispered, and Giles
leaned down to kiss her mouth. As he slowly pumped into her hot center, he
kissed her slowly, sweetly, and she leaned up with every breath to kiss
him out.

Willow held him to her, her legs easily wrapping around his hips and urging
him further, faster, harder. Complying, Giles began to grunt as he neared
climax. This wasn't the usual control that marked his love making. It
wasn't just that she was tighter and hotter and slicker than other women he'd
known, but it was that she was Willow, the one in a million person who was
giving to him what he had always wanted but thought he could never have. He
found himself rushing to the brink, out of control, and though he had wanted
to take her with him over the edge, he was suddenly worried that that might
not be possible.

Willow sensed his oncoming orgasm and pulled him down on her. He didn't want
to burden her with his full weight, but she seemed unaware of it. Her
breasts crushed against his chest as he settled onto her. She lifted her
hips frantically, and ground her pelvis against him, and he thrust into her
harder. Incredibly, she began to come again just as he began to spurt
uncontrollably. She held him close, held him tight, repeatedly whispering
his name as he erupted within her, endlessly and forcefully and deeply within
her. As he emptied himself, a wave of tenderness washed over him, and he
knew that he would never let her go.
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The morning dawned bright and warm, and chirping birds woke Willow up. She
yawned and then froze, remembering the previous night. Looking over
cautiously, she found Giles lying there, and began blushing crimson. Her
hand reached over tentatively, and he caught it in his, still asleep. He
clasped it warmly, and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them.

He looked so childlike asleep that Willow could pretend that none of it even
happened if not for the fact that his body-- his very nude body-- was crushed
against hers, and at that very moment, he was growing, hardening against her
stomach. Willow's startled eyes flew up to his face to find him awake and
watching her reaction, darkly, appreciatively.

Instead of speaking, however, Willow smiled at what she found on his face and
leaned up to kiss him. His hands tangled through her hair and he kissed her
roughly, breathlessly. Willow pulled back for a moment to search his eyes.

His voice was harsh with tenderness, affection. "You know that I'm never
going to let you go, do you not?"

Willow slowly smiled before answering.

"No, I didn't. But that's just fine with me."

The End


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