Who, What, Why, Where, When?

CHAPTER 9

After five minutes of incredibly smoochy and sloppy kisses Willow pulled back and smoothed his hair away from his forehead. "You've mentioned having fantasies about me twice since your accident, feel like sharing?"

He smiled a little ferally "I would like nothing better but we have some work to finish"

Her face fell a little and then she pouted. "If I promise to do double homework tomorrow can we cut it now?"

He groaned and kissed her again. When he finally surfaced for air he gently touched her fiery red lips and smiled. "You are a miraculous young woman, and I could do this all day, but we have some work to finish before we get to playtime"

Willow sighed a little and slid off his lap. "We really need to talk about your overriding sense of duty and responsibility. When I meet your father I'm going to turn him into a toad".

"I doubt anyone would notice the difference" he laughed. "Besides we have the rest of our lives to snog on that chair and only a few hours to iron out the problem of Bolak"

"A few hours?" Willow asked as she moved to the kitchen with the breakfast dishes.

Giles lifted the remainder and joined her in the kitchen. "I suppose I should be ecstatically happy that you've forgotten about our Bronze night out for everyone to meet Fraser?"

She slapped her forehead with her hand. "How could I forget meeting the dishy doc?" she laughed.

He grabbed her from behind, round the waist and lifted her off her feet. She squealed a little and he pulled her closer until she could feel his erection against her back. "No more of that, unless you want me to beat the crap out of him tonight?" he growled.

"God I love it when you're masterful" she said whimsically and wriggled out of his grasp. "No more touchy feelies until we're finished the researching or I won't be able to answer for the consequences!" she said sternly and wagged a finger at him.


He growled again and made to chase her but she skipped out of his way and headed for the bathroom. He heard the shower running and shook his head. Now that his hormones were out of the box he was reminded of his teenage years. He hoped that he had learnt a little restraint over the intervening years but he wasn't sure he could ever remember feeling this strongly about anyone before. Sighing he moved up the stairs to get her some fresh clothes to change into. After knocking on the bathroom door and leaving the clothes outside (he knew he didn’t have the control to go in there and not get in the shower with her) he moved to the books they had left last night.

After clearing the useless manuscripts out of the way he sat down to translate the entire chapter relating to Bolak.

He was completely immersed in his work and didn't notice the door opening and a small hand reaching out for the clothes. Nor did he hear the giggle emerging when the bathroom door next opened and Willow emerged in a pair of jogging pants about a foot too long for her and a large white t-shirt. She stood and waited for him to notice her then shook her head and moved over to stand next to him.

"You know" she whispered in his ear. "It's just as well I love the book-geek thing you do or I would be feeling jealous of that ancient text by now"

He jumped a little and turned to stare at her. He gently laughed at her attire and then pulled out a chair for her opposite his at the table. "Perhaps you should bring some extra clothes over in the future?"

"I wasn't planning on wearing very many clothes here in the future" she said, leaning her chin on her hands and raising her eyebrows. She was a little shocked at her outrageousness and the feelings of wantonness and desire that were overtaking her again and she guessed that some of vamp Willow was still hanging around in her brain for just such an eventuality.

He stared at her open mouthed. She had completely robbed him of the ability to speak as his mind ran through various scenarios for future visits.

After thirty seconds she took pity on him and reached over to touch his hand. He jumped as if an electric shock had passed between them. "I'm sorry" she said sheepishly. "I promise to behave until we get the work done".

He gulped a little and nodded. "Perhaps that would be best" he agreed.


Willow picked up one of the books they had decided would provide supporting evidence of the prophecy and settled down to translate some of the interesting passages.

After two hours she had double-checked her translation and still couldn't make any sense of the answer. She rubbed her tired eyes and plaintively said "Giles, this doesn't make any sense, could you check my translation?"

He mumbled "Uhuh, just give me a minute".

She stood up to stretch and moved around a little, shaking out her shoulders and rolling her neck to release the tightness. After tonight's get together she was seriously considering a day in bed relaxing. She glanced over at Giles, busily finishing his notes and deep in concentration. Perhaps tomorrow in bed wouldn't be so relaxing? She felt a shiver going down her spine and was amazed at the strength of her sexual attraction to him. Her stomach was doing backflips and she hadn't wanted anyone this much since Oz. She had to admit that Oz had been good for her and she still missed him but she knew that they would never recapture the feelings of first love and had decided that he was a pleasant memory. She leaned against the back of the sofa and tried to work out how this man sitting reading could make her feel more turned on than she could ever remember being while watching her ex boyfriend playing guitar on stage.

He finished his notes and took his glasses off to rub his eyes. He heard her sigh and looked over at her. "What was it you wanted me to check?" he asked and put his glasses back on.

She moved back to the table and showed him the passage she was having difficulty with. "I know what this looks like but it doesn't make any sense" she explained.

He smiled at her kindly "Let me have a look". He noticed she looked a little flushed and asked "Are you OK, you look a little warm?"

She coughed a little. "I'm fine" and turned away to hide her embarrassment at the direction her thoughts had taken.

He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the passage she was having difficulty with. "Hmm I see what you mean" he mumbled and reached to another of the supporting manuscripts they had to work with. He spent five minutes looking through this and, eventually, Willow moved to look over his shoulder as he quickly translated the page. "OK, I think you may be right, we seem to have a problem" he said. He looked up at her and took his glasses off. "What do you make of it?"


She smiled, this was more like normal operation than recently and she took a breath and ordered her thoughts. "It seems that these texts are describing Bolak as a demon of various different forms, including the undead, which we both know means one which inhabits vampire hosts?" she looked to check he was agreeing with her so far. "The main prophecy seems to indicate he is a demon of the living, like Eghyon, who prefers to inhabit live human hosts"

He winced slightly at memories of his past and nodded. "They seem to contradict each other on this specific point" He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "Let's try the other two supporting texts and see if we can get a consensus of opinion"

She nodded and took one of the two remaining books. After five minutes she sighed. "This is another vote for the undead" and looked towards him.

"This one as well" he said and swiftly shut the book he was reading. "Of course you know what this means?" he looked at her and noticed the spark of hope in her eyes that he knew was in his own.

She nodded but tried to keep her excitement under control. "We'll need to check some more references on Monday, but if he was inhabiting a vampire body then he was dusted along with all the rest at the sawmill". She remembered the aftermath of the fight. Although she had been distraught at his injury they had all taken time to ensure that every vampire was dusted and none had escaped.

They both stood in silence for a minute and then he shook himself a little. "Perhaps I should take you back to the dorm to get ready for tonight?" he asked a little distractedly.

Willow checked her watch. "Oh my gosh, look at the time" she yelped and started to pack her clothes into her bag. "What time did we say we would meet them?" she asked as she frantically searched for her sweater under the cushions on the sofa.

He laughed and moved to get her sweater from over the back of the chair where she had left it. "We still have two hours, plenty of time" and handed her the final piece of clothing.

"Two hours" she yelped again. "I'll never be ready by then" she stopped her packing and looked towards him with a glint in her eye. "Perhaps we should call Buffy with a rain check and research some more?" she asked innocently.


He helped her on with her backpack and grabbed his car keys and a jacket. "You are incorrigible, how could you keep this wanton vixen hidden for so long behind a veneer of innocence?" he laughed.

She sighed and preceded him out of the front door. "I've had plenty of practice" she mumbled under her breath and followed him up the stairs to the waiting car.

When he arrived outside the dorm he wasn't sure whether to kiss her again or not. After all, he reasoned, perhaps she wasn't ready to go public with him. He got out and went round to open the door for her then leaned down as she continued to sit in her seat. "Is anything wrong?" he asked.

She was wondering how he would feel about kissing her in public, after all people still remembered him as a faculty member at the high school and she didn't know how he felt about being 'outed' in public with her. She decided to test the waters and, grabbing his shirtfront, kissed him, practically pulling him into the car with her. "No everything's fine" she said huskily as she exited the car and headed to her dorm. "Pick me up at 7.45?" she asked. Well, she thought, at least he didn't seem too shocked. When she looked back at him he was still holding on to the car door and looked a little stunned.

"Of course" he nodded then realised he had to go before he could come back for her.

She smiled as she saw him drive slowly off and headed for the dorm at top speed. Typical of a man, she thought, he thinks two hours is enough time to get dolled up for our first official date.

Giles had showered and changed within half an hour and spent the rest of the time getting something to eat and straightening up the apartment. He genuinely enjoyed their company but the three of them could make a room look like ground zero within about five minutes and they had been here constantly for nearly a week.

By 7.00 he couldn't think of anything else to take his mind off Willow and decided he would rather be in the car and driving towards her than sitting here. He checked his pockets for wallet, keys and stake. He was nearly out of the door when he remembered something else and ran up the stairs to the bedroom. He knew he was being presumptuous as he put the condoms in his wallet, but he would rather be prepared now than disappointed later, at a crucial moment.

He parked outside her dorm block and checked his hair in the mirror of the car. "Bloody hell!" he mumbled to himself. "She's been looking at you for six years you old fool".


He felt a little awkward moving through the dorm block and was sure he got some strange looks from a couple of young students. However most of them recognised him as the old guy that hung out with Buffy and Willow and he wasn't challenged as he made his way to her room.

He knocked on the door and ran his hands through his hair one more time. He heard a muffled shout from inside and opened the door. "Ehm, Willow" he peeked round and saw a blouse thrown from the closet. "I know I'm early but I thought you might be ready as well?"

A muffled curse came from the closet and he closed the door and moved towards the sound. "Are you OK?" he asked with concern.

"I'm fine!" she growled at him and he decided discretion was definitely the better part of valour on this occasion and moved to sit at the desk on the other side of the room.

Eventually she emerged from the closet, looking harassed and carrying three different blouses. She stood before him and asked impatiently. "I've given up trying to work out which is your favourite, which one should I wear tonight?"

He gulped and pointed at the rust coloured one in her right hand then turned to stare determinedly at the blank computer screen as she threw the other two onto the bed and put the blouse on.

"OK" she sighed. "I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be!"

He looked round and was relieved to see her fully clothed this time. "You look lovely" he said in the time honoured male response to seeing a woman ready for a night out.

She checked her watch and moved over to sit on his knee. "Hey, you're early" she said as she nibbled his ear. "And hey, you're kind of excited for a night out with the gang aren't you?" she smiled as she started to kiss the side of his neck.

He squirmed a little to make her more comfortable and blushed at her mention of his very obvious erection. "No bloody wonder" he grumbled. "What do you expect when you wander around half naked, I'm only flesh and blood you know"

"I can't have you meeting the rest of them in this state, can I help you to get rid of the evidence at all?" she asked, innocently letting her hands wander down to rub his chest.


He gave up the struggle and kissed her. One of his hands found the back of her head and ruffled her hair, while the other ran down her side and rested on her thigh as her hands found his nipples and rubbed them through his wool jumper. His breathing was starting to be a little laboured when she stopped and moved off his lap.

"Perhaps you would be more comfortable over here?" she asked as she shoved her discarded clothes to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed.

He checked his watch then took his jacket off, carefully folding it over the back of the chair. He grinned at her as he then carefully removed his watch and set it on the desk, before removing his glasses and placing them next to it.

He then sat down and began undoing his shoelaces slowly. He could hear her sigh in impatience as he deliberately took his time.

"Even in Jane Austen the bodice ripping is quicker than this!" she quipped as she sat back to lie on the bed and watch him.

"Some things are worth the wait" he said as he stood up and removed his sweater, revealing the crisp, clean undershirt.

"You couldn't have left the t-shirt off just once" she asked exasperatedly as he moved to the bed.

He ignored her and lay down next to her. "You know" he said as he undid the buttons on her blouse. "I think I liked the blue one better after all".

She giggled and shrugged out of the blouse. "Perhaps you would like to critique the rest of my ensemble?" she asked as he moved his hands over her bare shoulder.

"Well I think you are a little over dressed for the occasion" he mumbled as he leaned in to kiss her throat and neck.

"Mmmmm" she managed to groan as he licked the hollow of her throat and his hands moved to her breasts. She decided that he was taking too much of the hard work on himself and tried to pull his undershirt from the waistband of his jeans. However, as he began to tease her nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra she suddenly lost the ability to complete even the most mundane tasks and her hands simply grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her.


He continued to lie on his side, and used his free hand to move behind her and undo her bra. Thanking god for the memory of how to do this one handed and with a minimum of fuss he gently pulled it free and tossed it over the side of the bed to join her other cls. s. He looked up at her to gauge her reaction but she had her eyes closed and a silly grin on her face. He took this as a good sign and started to kiss and lick his way down her cleavage to her breasts.

She knew that she had a high quality, functioning brain but right at this moment it appeared to have gone on vacation. In its absence her hormones and nerve endings seemed to have staged a coup and taken control of her body. Wherever his lips were currently situated was where her entire nervous system was concentrating. A small part of her mind was still functioning and noted how tender his kisses were but the rest of her was on automatic pilot and she gave up the struggle to understand the emotions that were overcoming her and gave herself over to them entirely. She turned onto her back and pulled him on top of her. She now had both hands free to travel over his back.

He made sure he took the bulk of his weight on his arms as he leaned over. r. Her lips looked delicious and he decided to taste them without further ado. Leaning on his forearms he gently kissed her. As well as her lips he placed gentle kisses on her eyes, nose and forehead. He could hear her sighing gently and feel her squirming underneath him and smiled in wonder at her. How could he possibly have thought of turning her down when she propositioned him?

Eventually she registered that he had stopped kissing her and she opened her eyes to gaze up at him. "Giving up already old man?" she asked quietly.

His eyes twinkled. "I just can't believe that this is even better than the fantasy" he smiled and bent to kiss her again.

She kissed him back with interest and raised her right arm to run her fingers through his hair. When he made to pull away she pulled him back, nipping his lower lip with her teeth before she released him. She could feel his hand rubbing her breast again and, when she bit him he stopped a s a second before pinching her nipple between his fingers. Her whole body lifted off the bed, her heels and shoulders holding them for a second or two before she subsided underneath him.

He looked a little quizzically at her. "You like?" he asked and smiled.

"What do you think" she asked breathlessly and lifted her leg to rub her thigh against his.


He was about to reply when the telephone beside the bed rang.ey bey both jumped a little at this intrusion from the outside world but when she automatically reached for it he growled "Leave it" and kissed her again. After several rings the answer machine took over and they both heard Buffy's worried voice.

"Willow, if you're there pick up" she waited a couple of seconds. "OK, we're all at the Bronze and neither you nor Giles are here so Xander is heading to his place and I'm coming to the dorm".

Giles hurriedly reached over and lifted the receiver. "Buffy" he said a little breathlessly. "What, oh yes, I just ran to catch the phone when I heard it ringing." Willow giggled a little underneath him and he put his free hand over her mouth and sat up.

"No we're both OK just got a little caught up in the books this afternoon and I've brought Willow here to get changed". By now Willow was curled up in a ball trying to smother her laughter in a pillow. He could feel himself starting to get the giggles as well. "No, honestly, we're both fine and we'll be there in about half an hour, OK?"

When he hung the phone up he started to laugh as well. "OK, that never happened in my fantasies" he finally managed to say.

"I would certainly hope not!" Willow gulped and moved to gather her clothes from the side of the bed. "You could at least have told them we’d be an hour" she sighed and pouted again.

"What makes you think that would have given us time for anything worthwhile?" he asked and moved to the chao puo put his shoes back on.

"Pretty soon I'm going to make you prove these boasts of sexual prowess Mister!" she said and lifted the rust and blue blouses from the floor. "Which one did you eventually choose?"