Giles/Willow ficathon
I'm a little bit early posting this because I'm impatient and because I won't be home tomorrow during the day. The lovely gwynnega decided way back in May to run a Giles/Willow ficathon and how could I resist such a beautiful pairing? I had a wonderful time writing this; I hope you all enjoy reading it.
Title: A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Giles/Willow
Rating: R
Request: This is written for Doyle (doyle_sb4) who asked for the high school library and Willow getting a spanking, but didn't want graphic smut. I hope this is okay. I've set this during the high school years, could be anywhere mid-S2 through S3.
Beta: Thanks, as always, to the amazing silvertedy for fixing my mistakes and helping me find my words. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Giles was standing behind the checkout desk when he heard a deep thud. Looking up, he saw Willow bent over picking up a book from the floor. She must have forgotten that she was wearing a short skirt because as she bent over, it rode up, exposing the backs of her thighs and hinting at the area above them.
Giles gulped and knew without a doubt that he was blushing as his most recent dream came rushing back to him. He'd had several highly inappropriate dreams about Buffy and her friends lately. The most disturbing, of course, had been the one of Buffy. She was more than his Slayer charge, she had become a daughter to him, and he was horribly ashamed that he'd dreamed about her in a sexual manner. The sex had been beautiful and passionate and loving, but that did not change the fact that it was wrong for a Watcher to get involved with his Slayer.
The dream about Xander had been just down right disturbing. Giles shuddered and put those thoughts out of his mind immediately. He shifted his gaze away from Willow toward the book return cage. He smiled as he remembered the sweet goodnight kiss he'd shared with Oz before closing him in the cage for a full moon. Another dream, of course. He’d been grinning when he’d awakened from that one.
But Willow? From his dream of Willow, Giles had woken up a sticky mess. An experience he hadn't known since he was a boy. He turned back now to see that while she'd picked up the dropped book, she had not returned to her chair. Instead, she was leaning over the end of the table, stretching her back. Giles felt his face flush as he grew warm all over. His dream came flooding back, and his pants grew tight.
In his dream, Willow had spilled a can of Coke on a very important book, and Giles had decided that she needed to be punished. Of course, the method had been a little unorthodox for a librarian and student. He'd pulled her from her chair and sent her for paper towels to clean up the mess. Then he had moved to the counter where he now stood. By the time Willow returned and had leaned across the table to clean up the spill, Giles had decided what her punishment should be. He'd instructed her to stand at the end of the table. Stepping up behind her, he’d stood close, but had not touch her as he whispered in her ear.
“Legs apart, Miss Rosenberg.”
Willow had looked at him in confusion.
“Legs apart, eyes forward. Don't make me tell you again.”
Willow shifted her legs apart until they were just wider than her hips. Giles pressed a hand to the small of her back. “Good. Now lean forward and place your palms flat on the table. Near the outside edge,” he clarified.
She moved as instructed and he gently pushed her lower until her breasts just barely touched the table.
“You may not move until I tell you.”
“Y-y-yes, Mr. Giles.”
“And no more talking.”
Giles had walked to his office and removed the heavy wooden ruler from his desk. As he returned to the main room, he’d smiled. “You moved.” Smack. He brought the ruler down against the table right beside the hand she'd shifted.
She jerked away in response.
“Resume the position, Miss Rosenberg. We are not finished here.”
Willow had been shaking with fear. Giles placed the ruler on the table and stepped behind her again. With one hand resting at her waist, he leaned into her. “Relax,” he whispered as he ran his hand up and down her side. “I promise you'll enjoy this.”
He felt her melt into his touch and smiled. “Now, Miss Rosenberg. Resume the position,” he breathed the words into her and she inhaled. She relaxed and stretched over the table thrusting her backside into his pelvis.
Giles lifted the ruler again and stepped back. He carefully raised Willow's skirt and smiled at the pale pink panties she wore. When he was finished with her her skin would match her underpants. He gently slid them down to just below her cheeks and ran his fingers over her flesh. So soft. So smooth.
Thwack. He slapped her flesh with the ruler and she gasped, moving away and then back towards him.
Thwack, thwack. Two more smacks in quick succession. He watched the blush rise to her cheeks and leaned over to find the cheeks on her face just as rosy.
“Beautiful.”
He’d returned to stand behind her again grazing his fingertips over her flesh. “Have you learned your lesson about taking care with the books, Miss Rosenberg.”
“Y-y-yes.”
Thwack.
“Yes, what?”
She’d hesitated, thinking about the answer. “Yes, M-m-mr. Giles?”
He’d smiled and smacked her ass with his bare hand, letting his hand linger and gently squeeze her. “Hmm... I guess that'll do. Next time, you'll call me sir.”
“Y-y-yes, sir.”
Willow had gasped again as Giles surprised her with several slaps of his hand, the last one touching her sex. Giles found her wet with desire. He let his fingers caress her briefly then pulled her underpants up and her skirt back down. “You'll think of me when you sit down for dinner tonight.”
“Yes,” she had whispered.
“Giles? Giles?”
Giles was pulled from his daydream by the sound of Willow's voice. He realized that he was still standing behind the checkout counter, straining against his trousers, and staring into space.
“You okay, Giles?”
“Yes, Willow. I'm fine. I was just thinking.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, I'm gonna head home. I'll finish updating the catalog tomorrow. There’s not much left to enter.”
“Yes, of course. Tomorrow.”
Willow left the library, and Giles slumped over the counter. A few minutes later he heard the door swing open and looked up, expecting to find Willow returning for something she'd forgotten.
“Hello, Ripper. You look tired, old chap. Not been sleeping well?”
“Ethan. I should have known.”
The End.
Title: A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Author: Moosesal
Pairing: Giles/Willow
Rating: R
Request: This is written for Doyle (doyle_sb4) who asked for the high school library and Willow getting a spanking, but didn't want graphic smut. I hope this is okay. I've set this during the high school years, could be anywhere mid-S2 through S3.
Beta: Thanks, as always, to the amazing silvertedy for fixing my mistakes and helping me find my words. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Giles was standing behind the checkout desk when he heard a deep thud. Looking up, he saw Willow bent over picking up a book from the floor. She must have forgotten that she was wearing a short skirt because as she bent over, it rode up, exposing the backs of her thighs and hinting at the area above them.
Giles gulped and knew without a doubt that he was blushing as his most recent dream came rushing back to him. He'd had several highly inappropriate dreams about Buffy and her friends lately. The most disturbing, of course, had been the one of Buffy. She was more than his Slayer charge, she had become a daughter to him, and he was horribly ashamed that he'd dreamed about her in a sexual manner. The sex had been beautiful and passionate and loving, but that did not change the fact that it was wrong for a Watcher to get involved with his Slayer.
The dream about Xander had been just down right disturbing. Giles shuddered and put those thoughts out of his mind immediately. He shifted his gaze away from Willow toward the book return cage. He smiled as he remembered the sweet goodnight kiss he'd shared with Oz before closing him in the cage for a full moon. Another dream, of course. He’d been grinning when he’d awakened from that one.
But Willow? From his dream of Willow, Giles had woken up a sticky mess. An experience he hadn't known since he was a boy. He turned back now to see that while she'd picked up the dropped book, she had not returned to her chair. Instead, she was leaning over the end of the table, stretching her back. Giles felt his face flush as he grew warm all over. His dream came flooding back, and his pants grew tight.
In his dream, Willow had spilled a can of Coke on a very important book, and Giles had decided that she needed to be punished. Of course, the method had been a little unorthodox for a librarian and student. He'd pulled her from her chair and sent her for paper towels to clean up the mess. Then he had moved to the counter where he now stood. By the time Willow returned and had leaned across the table to clean up the spill, Giles had decided what her punishment should be. He'd instructed her to stand at the end of the table. Stepping up behind her, he’d stood close, but had not touch her as he whispered in her ear.
“Legs apart, Miss Rosenberg.”
Willow had looked at him in confusion.
“Legs apart, eyes forward. Don't make me tell you again.”
Willow shifted her legs apart until they were just wider than her hips. Giles pressed a hand to the small of her back. “Good. Now lean forward and place your palms flat on the table. Near the outside edge,” he clarified.
She moved as instructed and he gently pushed her lower until her breasts just barely touched the table.
“You may not move until I tell you.”
“Y-y-yes, Mr. Giles.”
“And no more talking.”
Giles had walked to his office and removed the heavy wooden ruler from his desk. As he returned to the main room, he’d smiled. “You moved.” Smack. He brought the ruler down against the table right beside the hand she'd shifted.
She jerked away in response.
“Resume the position, Miss Rosenberg. We are not finished here.”
Willow had been shaking with fear. Giles placed the ruler on the table and stepped behind her again. With one hand resting at her waist, he leaned into her. “Relax,” he whispered as he ran his hand up and down her side. “I promise you'll enjoy this.”
He felt her melt into his touch and smiled. “Now, Miss Rosenberg. Resume the position,” he breathed the words into her and she inhaled. She relaxed and stretched over the table thrusting her backside into his pelvis.
Giles lifted the ruler again and stepped back. He carefully raised Willow's skirt and smiled at the pale pink panties she wore. When he was finished with her her skin would match her underpants. He gently slid them down to just below her cheeks and ran his fingers over her flesh. So soft. So smooth.
Thwack. He slapped her flesh with the ruler and she gasped, moving away and then back towards him.
Thwack, thwack. Two more smacks in quick succession. He watched the blush rise to her cheeks and leaned over to find the cheeks on her face just as rosy.
“Beautiful.”
He’d returned to stand behind her again grazing his fingertips over her flesh. “Have you learned your lesson about taking care with the books, Miss Rosenberg.”
“Y-y-yes.”
Thwack.
“Yes, what?”
She’d hesitated, thinking about the answer. “Yes, M-m-mr. Giles?”
He’d smiled and smacked her ass with his bare hand, letting his hand linger and gently squeeze her. “Hmm... I guess that'll do. Next time, you'll call me sir.”
“Y-y-yes, sir.”
Willow had gasped again as Giles surprised her with several slaps of his hand, the last one touching her sex. Giles found her wet with desire. He let his fingers caress her briefly then pulled her underpants up and her skirt back down. “You'll think of me when you sit down for dinner tonight.”
“Yes,” she had whispered.
“Giles? Giles?”
Giles was pulled from his daydream by the sound of Willow's voice. He realized that he was still standing behind the checkout counter, straining against his trousers, and staring into space.
“You okay, Giles?”
“Yes, Willow. I'm fine. I was just thinking.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, I'm gonna head home. I'll finish updating the catalog tomorrow. There’s not much left to enter.”
“Yes, of course. Tomorrow.”
Willow left the library, and Giles slumped over the counter. A few minutes later he heard the door swing open and looked up, expecting to find Willow returning for something she'd forgotten.
“Hello, Ripper. You look tired, old chap. Not been sleeping well?”
“Ethan. I should have known.”
The End.