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Last Resort	By : NeenaVarscona Category: BtVS AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Willow felt as if she�d been slapped in the face. Her nerves were still raw from her recent break up with Tara, and hearing her name brought it all to the surface again. But the thing that really freaked her out was the �having a baby� bit.

Of course she knew it wasn�t her Tara that was pregnant, but knowing that somewhere out there there was a Willow and a Tara who were still happy together and about to have a baby�well that just stung.

She stood there blinking at Rupert and Buffy, waiting for them to say something that would make the pain go away. But they remained stubbornly mute. Willow needed to make an escape, before the pain bubbled over the top and spilled out in an embarrassing display of grief.

�Dawn�s making breakfast,� she blurted out, saying what she came there to say and beating a hasty retreat.

�Will!� Buffy shouted after her, but it was too late. She turned to Rupert, her brow creased with worry, her eyes pleading with him to fix it.

�Don�t worry, I�ll go talk to her,� he said, getting up to follow the redhead.

�Rupert, wait. Be careful with her�Tara just broke up with her�and I don�t think she�s taking it so well.�

Rupert nodded and went out in search of Willow.

~~~~~
The guilt was still there, buried deep in his subconscious, but Giles paid it no heed. It was hard to focus on such nonsensical concepts as guilt when one was sprawled, naked and sticky, on a bed with Xander.

�Giles?� asked Xander.

Giles looked down at the dark-haired man nestled against his side. �Yes?� he asked.

�I think we�re glued together,� he said, only half joking.

�I refuse to take all the blame for that,� Giles replied.

Xander grinned goofily up at him. �I�ll race you to the shower�if we don�t go now, there won�t be any hot water left. That�s one downside to the big family thing�never enough hot water.�

�You haven�t left me with enough energy to race you anywhere. But if we leave now, I might make it there before Christmas.�

Prying himself off the older man, Xander climbed out of bed and held his hand out. Giles accepted it and allowed himself to be heaved out of bed and dragged down the hall to the bathroom.

Xander pushed open the door without bothering to knock. Steam billowed out from the curtained-off bathtub, but that didn�t deter Xander from ripping the curtain open and exposing the shower�s occupants.

Tara and Willow smiled and waved at the newcomers then squeezed over to make room in the little tub.

�You can�t be serious,� said Giles. �We can�t all fit in there.�

�Where�s your sense of adventure?� asked Xander. He stepped into the tub.

�Are you in or out? You�re letting all the cold air in,� said Willow, rubbing her hands over her goose bumpy arms.

Shaking his head doubtfully, Giles climbed in after Xander and an unseen hand reached behind him to close the shower curtain. He soon found himself sandwiched between two wet, soapy witches. Tara�s rounded belly nestled itself neatly in the curve of his lower back while Willow�s pert young breasts pressed firmly up against his chest.

�So�you feeling better?� Willow asked, tilting her head back so she could look up at his face.

�Much better, thank-you,� he replied. The tremor in his voice gave away his uneasiness�he wasn�t sure if he was ready to deal with so much communal closeness just yet. He was only thankful his recent dealings with Xander had left him too drained to respond to the abundance of stimulation around him.

�Soap me,� said Xander, resulting in a flurry of activity and the passing around of a very slippery bar of soap that inevitably ended up at their feet.

�I got it,� Willow volunteered. The redhead slid down along Giles� body, wrapping her arm around him to prevent herself from falling. Her squirming attempts to grab the soap off the tub floor brought her face-to-groin with Giles; so close her hot breath tickled his tender flesh. Giles� penis twitched, apparently not out for the count after all.

�I got it!� said Willow triumphantly.

�Good. Pass it over,� said Xander.

Willow chose the most direct path and snaked her arm between Giles� legs, then through Tara�s where Xander�s hand was waiting to retrieve the bar of soap.

Giles gasped as Willow�s wet hair tangled around his privates, the strands clinging to his swelling cock like little fingers.

Willow untangled herself and grabbed Giles� arm to pull herself to her feet. He figured she either hadn�t noticed his arousal, or she�d chosen to ignore it. Giles closed his eyes, trying to recite Hamlet�s soliloquy in Latin in his mind, hoping that would curb his seemingly insatiable appetite.

�Hey Giles, look!� said Willow.

Giles opened his eyes to see Willow�s hands right in front of his face.

�They�re all soapy,� she said with a beatific smile. �Now�what needs cleaning�?� she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Not waiting for an answer, she trailed her soapy hands down Giles� chest until they reached a very dirty place indeed. �Aha!�

One of her soapy hands glided deliciously over Giles� erection, which to his amazement was formidable despite his recent activities. Her other hand lathered up his stomach and chest, pausing occasionally to tweak a pebbled nipple. As warm water sluiced the suds away, Willow�s mouth latched onto a nipple, licking and kissing her way down his chest to his belly button. Her tongue darted in and out of his navel, swirling around in the tiny orifice in a way that made his balls ache for release.

�Oh God�� Giles moaned.

Then more soapy hands joined in the fun. There was now a second hand helping Willow �clean� his cock�he assumed it was Tara�s. And he was pretty sure it was also Tara slipping a bubbly digit between his butt cheeks, gently stroking the tender skin behind his balls.

�Oh, God�� Giles groaned again.

The water was starting to get cool, but Giles scarcely noticed. With four slippery hands and two pairs of lips lavishing him with attention, the world had narrowed down to the simple formula of stimulation and response. And right now, Willow�s tongue was stimulating the hell out of his rock-hard penis. Giles braced his hands against the tile wall of the tub, his eyes rolling up toward the steamy ceiling. His mouth opened in a wordless yelp of sexual gratification as he came for the second time that morning.

�Oh�Oh God!�

At first Giles thought the words had come out of his own mouth, lost as he was in the dopey afterglow of his orgasm. But then the words repeated themselves and he finally clued into the fact that it was Tara who�d spoken.

�Guys�I think my water broke,� she said.

Xander immediately went into panic mode.

�Are you sure? Of course you�re sure�why wouldn�t you be sure?� he babbled.

�Actually�I�m not really sure,� she said quietly. �I�ve never done this before�I don�t know how it�s s-supposed to feel.�

�Was it warm and gushy?� asked Willow.

�Very,� answered Tara with a firm nod of the head.

�That means it�s time, right?� asked Xander. �Warm and gushy means the baby�s coming, right?�

�Don�t panic,� said Willow calmly, reaching behind her back to turn off the water. �Let�s all stay calm, okay? We�ve rehearsed this. Remember the power-point presentation I did?�

Xander seemed to relax instantly, knowing that Willow was taking charge of the situation.

�Okay. Good,� she said. �Now Rupert, you know the drill��

�Uh�sorry, Willow�I�m afraid I wasn�t here for the debriefing,� said Giles with a wry twist of his lip.

�That�s it! We�re done for!� said Xander with renewed panic.

�Xander, you�re not helping,� said Willow. �Look�it�s no biggie�we just need to tweak our plans a bit.�

�Like how? What are we supposed to do?� asked Xander anxiously. �I�m needing some direction here, oh Wise Unshakable One.�

�May I suggest we first get out of the shower?� Giles volunteered.

�See? We�re doing just fine without a plan,� Willow said proudly as they all stepped out of the tub onto the fluffy pink bath mat. �Who needs a plan? Plans are for losers�I laugh at people with plans.�

The others stood waiting for further instructions, but sadly their fearless leader suddenly went all jelly-like and passed out cold at their feet.

~~~~~
Rupert raced through the kitchen past Dawn (who�d somehow managed to get pancake batter in her hair), and out the kitchen door. He didn�t have to go far to find Willow. She was sitting stooped over on the back step, and Rupert nearly fell over her in his haste to catch up with her.

�Willow, are you alright?� he asked, taking a seat next to her on the step.

Willow shrugged, her eyes cast down at her stocking feet. Her red hair shielded her face from his view, but Rupert didn�t have to see her face to know she was suffering.

What he didn�t know was how they handled such situations here. He had a sneaking suspicion that if he tried his usual method of providing comfort it would backfire and make things worse. So he settled for giving her a gentle pat on the back.

After a minute�s silence, Willow straightened up and brushed the hair away from her face. There was no sign of tears, but the deep creasing of her brow betrayed the heaviness of her thoughts.

�Do you think�� she said, then hesitated. �Do you think I should let her go? I made a real mess of it, Giles.�

Rupert didn�t correct her on his name. If she felt more comfortable calling him �Giles� then he was okay with it. �Is this about the magicks?� he asked gently.

She nodded. �Did Buffy tell you?�

�No,� he said. �But magick is a dangerous calling. The power it unleashes can be euphoric�and extremely addicting. My Willow struggles daily with her addiction�we all help her as best we can. In the end it was decided that she should only practice magick if I�m there to keep her grounded.�

�Huh.� Willow took a moment to process this new information.

�What?� asked Rupert.

�Nothing. It�s just� before you mentioned that you helped your Willow bring Buffy back from the dead. But here I did it all by myself.�

Rupert�s eyes darkened with anger; �How could your��Giles�� he fairly spat the name out, ��be so stupid as to let you delve into the black arts alone? He must have known the danger it would put you in�the mystical forces you called upon will have marked you, and they will consume you whole the second your guard is down.�

Willow looked sheepishly down at her feet again. �Giles didn�t know about it. We never told him. Anyway, he wasn�t here�he�d already moved back to England, and we didn�t want to ruin his plans.�

�Dear God, Willow�didn�t you think he�d want to know you were resurrecting his slayer?�

�He would have tried to stop us,� she said defensively.

�He may have. Or perhaps, like me, he would have helped you bring her back. The point is, dark magick in the hands of a novice can be lethally volatile. Did Giles never tell you how close he came to losing himself to dark magicks?�

�You mean the Eyghon thing?� she asked.

�Yes, Eyghon�among other things,� he answered.

�That�s exactly why I couldn�t tell him about the spell. I knew he�d freak�he�s always been twitchy about letting me near the heavier spells,� said Willow. �Giles never told me everything, but I picked up enough hints over the years to know that he was holding back�he had a lot more power than he let on, and he was afraid of it. It wouldn�t have been right to put him in a position where he�d have to use that power and face those demons again.�

Rupert studied her sorrow-laden eyes and brought his large hand up to cup her chin. �If your Giles is anything at all like me, he would sooner face all the demons of his past than risk losing you.�

A flicker of gratitude lit her eyes and Rupert leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, feeling her shudder and relax under his touch.

�What�s done is done, Willow,� he said gently, looking deeply into her large, hazel eyes. �The question is, how hard are you willing to fight to put things right again?�

Willow swallowed hard, still slightly stunned by the kiss. �I don�t know if I can,� she muttered softly. �It might be too late.�

�It�s never too late to start over,� he assured her. �You asked me if you should let Tara go. I think you have to.� Willow was about to protest, but Rupert put a finger to her lips, silencing her. �You haven�t lost her for good�I�m sure she still loves you very much�but she left so you could focus your energies on healing yourself. Work on that, and I promise she�ll come back to you.�

�You think so?� she sniffled; her big eyes dampening with unshed tears.

�I know so,� he smiled back at her with confidence.

�Thanks, Rupert,� she sighed and squeezed him in a tight bear hug.

�My pleasure,� he wheezed with what little breath she�d left in him.

~~~~~
Giles kneeled down beside Willow and checked the pulse point at her throat. �She�s alright,� he announced to the others.

Tara and Xander looked at him expectantly.

Giles sighed. �Alright,� he said, reluctantly taking charge, �both of you get dressed�or whatever passes as such here�and go downstairs to tell the others it�s time. I�ll stay here with Sleeping Beauty until she wakes up and we�ll follow as soon as we can.

�Tara,� he added, �do you have a bag packed?�

�A bag? What for?� she asked timidly.

�Personal things�for while you�re at the hospital,� he explained.

�But I was going to have the baby at home,� she replied, swirling her palms nervously over her large abdomen.

�Oh,� said Giles, momentarily stumped. �Then I suppose we should call your midwife� You do have a midwife, don�t you?� he asked.

She nodded sadly and pointed at the lump of Willow on the floor.

�Lovely,� he sighed. �Just lovely.�

�Is it panic time yet?� Xander said, loudly panicking. ��Cause, personally, I�m good to go with the panic.�

The bathroom door opened. �Can�t a fella get a decent day�s sleep around here?� said Spike as he barged into the cramped bathroom. �Oi! What happened to Red?� he asked, spotting Willow passed out on the floor.

�Funny thing,� said Xander. �She�s all �let me be in charge; I wanna deliver the baby�. But Tara�s water breaks and she�s suddenly Unconscious Girl.�

A broad grin spread across Spike�s face: �It�s time? I�m gonna be a dad?� he beamed.

Tara ducked her head shyly and nodded, a little overwhelmed at being the centre of so much attention. Secretly she was almost thankful Willow had passed out; at least it diverted some of the attention away from her.

Spike immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her out to the hall. �Well? Don�t just stand there,� he called over his shoulder at Xander. �We�ve got work to do.�

Xander snapped to attention at the barked command, the military in him instantly responding to the authority in the vampire�s voice. The three of them took off, leaving Giles to tend to Willow.

He rummaged through the linen closet to find a washcloth, which he then soaked with cold water. He sat on the floor again and cradled her head in his lap, applying the cold cloth to her forehead.

Willow�s eyes slowly blinked open and she smiled dazedly at the bright, hazy light all around her. A moment later she focused on Giles� face, hovering above her.

�Are we dead?� she asked drowsily. �Is this Heaven?�

�No, Willow. You�re very much alive, and this is the bathroom, not Heaven,� he said�though for a moment it came pretty close, he thought.

�I had the weirdest dream,� said Willow. �I dreamt that you�d left us and you missed the joining. And then Tara went into labour, and you were going to miss that, too�but look�you�re here! I�m so glad you�re here� I love you, Rupert.�

Giles blinked back at her, momentarily taken aback by her proclamation of love. �I� I love you as well, Willow,� he said. �But I�m afraid that wasn�t a dream. Your Rupert isn�t here. And Tara really is in labour.�
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