Fic: Lovers Retreat 1/2 (Giles/Willow, Giles/Willow/Spike) NC-17 overall
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Title: Lovers Retreat
Email: dragonydreams @ yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Giles/Willow, Giles/Willow/Spike (eventually)
Word Count: 2,400 (this chapter)
Summary: What if it had been Giles with Willow in Lovers Walk getting captured by Spike?
Timeline: Season 3, Episode: "Lovers Walk"
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Joss et al.
Distribution: summer_of_giles, my site/LJ, Hairy Eyeball, the usual lists, anyone with previous permission. Anyone else - just ask.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to kallie_kat for the beta.
Author's Note: Written for summer_of_giles. Plot chosen from list of prompts here.
Giles smiled as he pressed the tent's final stake into the ground, securing it. Getting out of town had been easier than he'd expected. He felt a little guilty for lying to Buffy about this being a special retreat, but if things went the way he'd planned, the guilt would soon fade away.
He opened the tent flap and reached for the rolled-up foam he'd brought to spread over the bottom of the tent. As romantic as the idea of camping out was, he was old enough to know that sleeping on the hard ground with no padding was not a smart move. Especially if he hoped to take full advantage of being alone with his girl for the entire weekend.
Another smile unconsciously spread across his face as he imagined spending a full night alone with his girl. They'd not had many opportunities to be alone, and he was desperately looking forward to finally showing her how much she meant to him.
Giles never would have thought that she could have turned his world upside down so quickly. His fiery redhead was special, though. His Willow.
He never would have thought that he'd become infatuated with a girl half his age. He'd seen his father's friends take mistresses that were young enough to be their daughters and shaken his head in confusion. He simply hadn't understood the appeal.
Yet, here he was, preparing for a weekend away with a woman over twenty years his junior. A high school student, no less. He'd become a lecherous old man. It didn't feel wrong to him, though.
It's not like he'd actively pursued Willow. Things developed so subtly over time that it had felt completely natural the first time that they had kissed during a long research session. They had both apologized as soon as it was over, of course, and through much stuttering and babbling, they discovered that each of them had been developing romantic feelings for the other.
They had agreed to discreetly begin to date after Willow's eighteenth birthday; if you could call it that. It was incredibly easy to tell Buffy and Xander that they would handle the research alone and they should go out patrolling, or take the night off.
Willow broke up with Oz after that first kiss. He'd said he had known that he would lose her before long; he just hadn't been expecting it to be to Giles. He also promised not to tell anyone about their dalliance.
It was Willow who had suggested this trip. In her beautiful, bashful way, she had said that they needed some time alone. Like he, she didn't like the idea of lying to her friends, but since she did it so rarely, she knew they'd believe whatever she told them. Which was that her parents decided at the last minute to have her join them in LA at the conference they were presenting at.
Giles had offered to take her to Los Angeles, to shower her in luxury, but she had refused. She'd insisted that they should remain nearby, in case Buffy needed them. And so they'd come up with the Retreat idea.
He checked his watch as he ensured the fire pit was in working order and set off to gather some wood. Willow said that she would be here around 4pm, which gave him about an hour to finish setting up camp.
Spike entered the magic shop through the alley door. He knew the answer to getting Drusilla back would be here. It had to be. If she wouldn't come back to him on her own, then he would force her to return to him.
She was his princess. His. Not just when she wanted to be. Always and Forever. Whether she thought so or not.
The shop girl was on her way over to talk to him when the bell over the door chimed and her attention was drawn to the girl who had just entered. Spike cocked his head and looked at the girl. She seemed familiar, even in his drunken state. The Slayer's little friend was a witch?
He moved closer to listen.
"I have it all here on the list," Willow said, handing the piece of notebook paper to the sales girl.
"Damiana, Cubeb Berries, Ginger… Someone is doing a love spell," the sales girl surmised.
Spike's interest perked up.
Willow blushed beet red. "More of a seduction spell, but yeah."
"Have a romantic evening planned with that special someone?" the sales girl asked knowingly.
"More like a whole weekend," Willow couldn't help admitting. It's not like this girl knew it was with Giles. "We're going camping in Breaker's Woods."
Willow was very excited about spending the weekend with Giles, but nervous too. She knew what it meant to go away with a man. She and Giles would make love. It wasn't that she didn't want to, she was just nervous.
In fact, the spell was for her; to help her be able to go through with it. She didn't want to disappoint him by acting like the inexperienced virgin that she was.
She was brought out of her musings when the sales girl finished gathering all the ingredients on her list and gave her the total. Willow paid and grabbed the bag, hurrying out of the shop. She had one more stop to make before she could go home and do the spell and go meet Giles.
The sales girl returned to where Spike was lurking.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" she asked.
Spike grabbed her by the neck. "Plan's changed," he said before sinking his just-revealed fangs into her neck. He dropped the drained corpse and hurried to the DeSoto parked in the alley. He had a witch to grab.
Giles was inside the tent, smoothing out the opened sleeping bags when he heard the snap of twigs nearby. His stomach flipped expectantly as he realized that it must be Willow. This was really going to happen.
As if on cue, Willow called out, "Hello? Giles, are you here?"
He crawled out of the tent, moving to take Willow in his arms. "You made it," he said by way of greeting.
Willow ran her eyes over his body. She'd never seen him look so relaxed before. In fact, she'd never seen him in jeans and a flannel shirt before. He looked gorgeous.
She leaned up to kiss him. "Of course I made it. I wouldn't have missed this for anything."
"Neither would I," Giles admitted. He kissed her again, because he could, relishing the way that Willow gave herself over to the kiss, parting her lips at his gentle encouraging to do so.
As the kiss deepened, hands began to wander. Giles' fingers slid into Willow's hair, pulling it out of the ponytail she'd had it in. He groaned as her hair tumbled down over his hands.
Willow's hands didn't remain idle either. Eager hands tugged at his shirt, desperate to get beneath the material and touch bare flesh. She pressed her body against his as she proceeded to run her hands up Giles' back under his shirt, pulling him to her.
Giles could feel his body begin to react to Willow's closeness. His cock twitched and began to harden in reaction to the tight press of Willow against him. With great effort, he stepped back, his hands on Willow's shoulders to prevent her from following him.
"Wait. Just, wait a moment," he said between panting breaths.
"I'm sorry, was I wrong?" Willow nervously asked.
"No, not wrong at all. It's just…we have all weekend. There's no need to rush anything just yet."
"I know. I guess I got a little carried away. I mean, we're really all alone here," she said, giddily.
"I can hardly believe it myself," Giles said, brushing a hair away from her face.
They remained like that, staring at each other in wonder for many long moments. Finally, Willow broke eye contact to look around.
"This place is amazing," she said.
"Hmm? Oh, um, yes. The druids used this place for their rituals," Giles informed her.
"Is that what I'm feeling?" Willow asked. "It's like a low level buzzing along my skin."
"While I would like to think that it is just my presence," Giles began, grinning. "Yes, that would be the ancient power the land still holds."
"Wow." Willow ran her hands along her bare arms, shivering in delight.
"I wasn't sure if you would be able to feel it," Giles said. "You are still relatively new to practicing the arts. It gives me great hope for your ability as a witch if you can feel the power of this place already."
"Does that mean that you can feel it more powerfully?" Willow asked.
Giles closed his eyes and let the power of the place settle over him. "Oh, yes," he groaned.
Willow licked her lips. The tone of Giles' voice just then was better than any aphrodisiac she could attempt to make.
Giles' notions of going slowly tonight were nearly destroyed when he opened his eyes and looked into Willow's. He wasn't sure if it was the magical energy around them, or the simple fact that they were alone, but in that moment, all Giles wanted to do was throw Willow to the ground and ravish her.
"Per-perhaps a fire?" he suggested, needing something to do.
"That sounds wonderful," Willow agreed.
She watched as Giles threw some branches into the fire pit, along with some old newspaper he'd brought, followed by some larger pieces of wood. She took a seat on one of the large logs that was set there as a bench.
She wouldn't have imagined Giles as much of an outdoorsman, but he certainly seemed to know what he was doing.
When he finally joined her, he had a bottle of wine in one hand, and two glasses in the other.
Willow smiled. "Giles, are you going to get me drunk?" she teased.
"That would hardly be any fun," he said, sitting beside her and pouring the wine. "Just a little something to help us relax, is all."
"I'm surprisingly relaxed already," Willow admitted, taking a sip from her glass. "It's strange. I really didn't think that I would be. I thought I'd be more nervous. But I'm really not."
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable," Giles said, his relief evident in his voice. "The last thing I would want is for you to feel like I pressured you into anything."
"This whole thing was my idea, remember?"
"I remember. But a part of me can't help feeling like you only did so to try to please me. I meant what I said before. If you're not ready for this, I can wait."
"I don't want to wait anymore. Giles, Rupert, I love you and I want to make love with you," Willow intently said.
Giles gasped. She'd never called him Rupert before and the sound of his given name on her lips went straight to his … heart. Any restraint he had left fell away.
"I love you so much," he admitted. "So much more than I should."
"Can we be done waiting now?" Willow asked, setting her wine glass down and moving closer to him.
Realizing the time for words was over, Giles simply pulled Willow into his arms, pressing his lips to hers. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him.
This time it was Giles' hands that sought out bare flesh. He easily found the hem of Willow's top and pulled it up and over her head, reluctantly breaking their kiss to do so. His eyes dropped down to take in her topless form and he felt his cock twitch at the sight before him. Willow was wearing an exquisite green lace bra, which looked fantastic against her pale skin.
Willow blushed under his frank appraisal. "I knew we were going camping, but I still wanted to wear something sexy for you."
"You are sexy no matter what you wear," Giles said diplomatically. She looked truly stunning in this lacy piece of nothing, though.
"I'd have to disagree with you, mate," came a voice from the other side of the fire. "I never would have thought the bird was anything to go after, until now."
"Spike," Willow gasped, grabbing her top to hold over her chest. She had been so caught up in Giles that she hadn't noticed when the sun had set.
"Spike," Giles bit out, standing protectively in front of Willow. "I thought you'd left town."
"Did. Now I'm back," he shrugged and stepped closer to the fire, squatting in front of it.
He smirked up at Giles. "Never would have pegged you for one to chase the kiddies. Good on you, mate."
"I'm not your mate," Giles sneered. "State your business or leave."
"Don't think you're much in the position for making demands," Spike said, standing. He pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket and lit one. "Need to borrow the little girl," he said, gesturing towards Willow, who had managed to pull her top back on.
"I beg your pardon?" Giles fumed as Willow squeaked, "What?"
"You both heard me. Need Red there to do a little spell for me, then I'll be on my way," Spike said.
"I'll do your damn spell, just leave Willow alone," Giles tried to bargain.
Spike ran his eyes over Giles, and then Willow. "I don't think so. You may have some magic in you, but she's perfect for what I need." He closed his eyes and inhaled, smirking. "She's ripe for the plucking, and more than ready for it. Just an added bonus for my purposes."
"I'll not just hand her over," Giles said, trying to decide which was closer, the hand axe or the tent stakes.
"That's fine with me," Spike said. Before Giles could move towards either weapon, Spike struck. One solid punch knocked Giles out cold. Willow shrieked, bending over Giles, trying to find a pulse.
"I'm not doing anything for you if you kill him," Willow said through her sudden tears.
"He's not dead. Just knocked him out, is all." He easily lifted Giles and slung him over a shoulder. "Now, you're both coming with me." Spike grabbed Willow's wrist and dragged her behind him as he headed back towards the DeSoto and the factory.
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