Jumping on the Willow/Giles library spanking bandwagon.
Written for gwynnega and janedavitt and set during Revelations.
FLIMSY EXCUSE
It's so like Xander to just scamper off like a big, cowardy guy and leave her alone with Giles, who's being all big with the reading but his knuckles are clenched white against the book's spine and she knows that he knows.
Knows that he saw her and Xander all with the smoochies and a teeny bit of dry humping in the stacks. That's why his lips are all stiff and uppery. She hates when they're like that - never leads to anything good.
"A-and I'll just keep studying. I think we're on the
verge of a big Lagos breakthrough," she says, more to fill the silence than anything else and to remind Giles that, apart from occasional fluking, she can always be relied on.
But then Giles looks up from his book and his eyes regard her coolly. "No, I'd say we're done."
He sounds dismissive and as he starts to back out of the stacks, Willow sighs a sigh that's mostly relief and kinda, maybe, a little bit of guilt too.
"I'm waiting, Willow…"
OK, definitely more than just a little bit of guilt.
When she reluctantly finds her way back to the book learning part of the library, Giles is slouched nonchalantly against the big table.
"I believe you know what to do," is all he says as Willow drags her sneakered feet in his direction and concentrates on the hum of the fluorescent lights because it's easier to focus on that than the achey feeling she has low down in the pit of her stomach and, well, a little bit lower than that too.
"Ahem…" Giles' cough is delicate but pointed.
She shoots him an apologetic glance but when she sees the intent, almost feral, gleam in his eyes, only partially hidden by the set, tight lines of his face, she looks away.
"I think, yes… Bare this time, please."
She's all fingers and thumbs as she wrestles with buttons and zips and shoves down her jeans and panties, they get as far as her knees before they bunch and she begins to toe off her sneakers but he puts a hand on her shoulder. His cool hand on her hot, hot shoulder.
"No, leave them where they are."
His hand glides lower, gets to the small of her back and pushes her down, firmly but relentlessly.
"I'm still waiting…" he reminds her but she's already leaning over the table, which is just the right height so she can rest her elbows on its polished length and arch her back just so.
"And why are you being punished?" Giles' knuckles ghost the curve of her bottom, then stay there and Willow tries to remember anything that happened before that feathery caress.
"Um, because I was, um, er…?
The knuckles rap smartly on her behind, on soft skin that quivers on impact, and she gives a start.
"Really, Willow, you can do better than that."
"Because I was kissing Xander?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?
"I'm telling you."
"Well, yes. You were kissing Xander and in front of the books too. I'm very disappointed in you, young lady. Very disappointed indeed."
And she doesn't want to be a hypocrite or anything but sometimes Giles talks too much. Like, way too much, which is mean of him to string this out when he knows that she…
"Ow! I mean one."
"I'll overlook that, just this once," Giles remarks indulgently, before bringing his hand down again.
"Two."
He hits her left cheek.
"Three."
He hits her right cheek.
"Four."
His fingers make the tender skin where the curve of her ass meets the top of her thigh sting.
"Five."
He nudges one of her feet with the tip of his shoe and she shuffles her legs further apart. Waits. Waits. Waits. And oh goodness…
"Six!"
He smacks her right there and she's getting so wet now. Wonders if he can feel it when she hears him make an indistinct sound at the back of his throat.
"S-s-s-seven!"
The next blow comes from a slightly different angle, more centred so she's not entirely sure whether Giles' fingers slip inside her for a fraction of a millisecond.
"… eight!"
He hits her dead centre, his signet ring glancing against her and she's not going to be able to last.
"N-n-n-nine…"
It's hard to get the word out, not just because she's feeling so squirmy - also Willow realises she's crying and she doesn't even know why.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Please, don't! Giles…"
"Well, stop snivelling then and take your punishment like a big girl."
It takes her a minute to calm down. Not just the tears; her knees are shaking like a… she can't even think of a metaphor right now. But they're really, really shaking.
This time his hand comes down hard and heavy right between her legs…
"Ten."
… and stays there. His other hand presses against her back to keep her flattened against the unyielding wood, which just makes the ache in her breasts a little more so.
Giles has one, no, two fingers inside her now. Gentle, soothing, then grazing a spot that makes Willow buck her hips.
"So impatient. I want you to keep still, you understand? Not so much as a twitch of an eyelash, do I make myself clear?"
"Sorry." Her voice sounds like it's very far away.
His fingers move faster now. Twisting and turning and hitting that place so Willow wants him to stop and she also wants him to keep going and never, ever stop. And if she could just get some friction right where…
Giles leans down, so big and hard and male where he touches her. The tweed of his trousers scraping across her soft skin, his breath warm against her ear. "You're a dirty, little girl, aren't you?"
His thumb presses down hard on her clit and she comes with a choked cry that's like no sound she's ever made before.
He moves away from her and Willow doesn't move for a little while. Doesn't even care that she's all bare-ass naked and that the world might be in mortal peril and stuff. Then she does care, tries to get up and almost falls over Giles who's come up behind her again.
It's hard to know what he's thinking now but Willow takes the handkerchief he offers and, blushing furiously, swipes it at the mess they've made of her and hands it back to him so she can hastily pull up her jeans.
As Giles folds the piece of cloth and put it back in his pocket, she remembers.
"Oh, I mean, what about you? Do you want me to well… I could, if you'd like…" She tails off, not quite sure what Giles would like. Not sure exactly that she even wants to know what Giles would like 'cause it could mean whips and chains and she's not sure she's quite ready for that.
And then he smiles at her; all warm and soft and tender. Willow can't help but smile back and raise her eyebrows in the general direction of the bulge in the tweed.
"Giles? Do you want me to?" She asks again because it's kinda rude to just not, especially after he helped her.
Giles picks up the book that he was looking at before and pats her shoulder fondly, as he guides her towards the library doors.
"No, I'd say we're done."
FLIMSY EXCUSE
It's so like Xander to just scamper off like a big, cowardy guy and leave her alone with Giles, who's being all big with the reading but his knuckles are clenched white against the book's spine and she knows that he knows.
Knows that he saw her and Xander all with the smoochies and a teeny bit of dry humping in the stacks. That's why his lips are all stiff and uppery. She hates when they're like that - never leads to anything good.
"A-and I'll just keep studying. I think we're on the
verge of a big Lagos breakthrough," she says, more to fill the silence than anything else and to remind Giles that, apart from occasional fluking, she can always be relied on.
But then Giles looks up from his book and his eyes regard her coolly. "No, I'd say we're done."
He sounds dismissive and as he starts to back out of the stacks, Willow sighs a sigh that's mostly relief and kinda, maybe, a little bit of guilt too.
"I'm waiting, Willow…"
OK, definitely more than just a little bit of guilt.
When she reluctantly finds her way back to the book learning part of the library, Giles is slouched nonchalantly against the big table.
"I believe you know what to do," is all he says as Willow drags her sneakered feet in his direction and concentrates on the hum of the fluorescent lights because it's easier to focus on that than the achey feeling she has low down in the pit of her stomach and, well, a little bit lower than that too.
"Ahem…" Giles' cough is delicate but pointed.
She shoots him an apologetic glance but when she sees the intent, almost feral, gleam in his eyes, only partially hidden by the set, tight lines of his face, she looks away.
"I think, yes… Bare this time, please."
She's all fingers and thumbs as she wrestles with buttons and zips and shoves down her jeans and panties, they get as far as her knees before they bunch and she begins to toe off her sneakers but he puts a hand on her shoulder. His cool hand on her hot, hot shoulder.
"No, leave them where they are."
His hand glides lower, gets to the small of her back and pushes her down, firmly but relentlessly.
"I'm still waiting…" he reminds her but she's already leaning over the table, which is just the right height so she can rest her elbows on its polished length and arch her back just so.
"And why are you being punished?" Giles' knuckles ghost the curve of her bottom, then stay there and Willow tries to remember anything that happened before that feathery caress.
"Um, because I was, um, er…?
The knuckles rap smartly on her behind, on soft skin that quivers on impact, and she gives a start.
"Really, Willow, you can do better than that."
"Because I was kissing Xander?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?
"I'm telling you."
"Well, yes. You were kissing Xander and in front of the books too. I'm very disappointed in you, young lady. Very disappointed indeed."
And she doesn't want to be a hypocrite or anything but sometimes Giles talks too much. Like, way too much, which is mean of him to string this out when he knows that she…
"Ow! I mean one."
"I'll overlook that, just this once," Giles remarks indulgently, before bringing his hand down again.
"Two."
He hits her left cheek.
"Three."
He hits her right cheek.
"Four."
His fingers make the tender skin where the curve of her ass meets the top of her thigh sting.
"Five."
He nudges one of her feet with the tip of his shoe and she shuffles her legs further apart. Waits. Waits. Waits. And oh goodness…
"Six!"
He smacks her right there and she's getting so wet now. Wonders if he can feel it when she hears him make an indistinct sound at the back of his throat.
"S-s-s-seven!"
The next blow comes from a slightly different angle, more centred so she's not entirely sure whether Giles' fingers slip inside her for a fraction of a millisecond.
"… eight!"
He hits her dead centre, his signet ring glancing against her and she's not going to be able to last.
"N-n-n-nine…"
It's hard to get the word out, not just because she's feeling so squirmy - also Willow realises she's crying and she doesn't even know why.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Please, don't! Giles…"
"Well, stop snivelling then and take your punishment like a big girl."
It takes her a minute to calm down. Not just the tears; her knees are shaking like a… she can't even think of a metaphor right now. But they're really, really shaking.
This time his hand comes down hard and heavy right between her legs…
"Ten."
… and stays there. His other hand presses against her back to keep her flattened against the unyielding wood, which just makes the ache in her breasts a little more so.
Giles has one, no, two fingers inside her now. Gentle, soothing, then grazing a spot that makes Willow buck her hips.
"So impatient. I want you to keep still, you understand? Not so much as a twitch of an eyelash, do I make myself clear?"
"Sorry." Her voice sounds like it's very far away.
His fingers move faster now. Twisting and turning and hitting that place so Willow wants him to stop and she also wants him to keep going and never, ever stop. And if she could just get some friction right where…
Giles leans down, so big and hard and male where he touches her. The tweed of his trousers scraping across her soft skin, his breath warm against her ear. "You're a dirty, little girl, aren't you?"
His thumb presses down hard on her clit and she comes with a choked cry that's like no sound she's ever made before.
He moves away from her and Willow doesn't move for a little while. Doesn't even care that she's all bare-ass naked and that the world might be in mortal peril and stuff. Then she does care, tries to get up and almost falls over Giles who's come up behind her again.
It's hard to know what he's thinking now but Willow takes the handkerchief he offers and, blushing furiously, swipes it at the mess they've made of her and hands it back to him so she can hastily pull up her jeans.
As Giles folds the piece of cloth and put it back in his pocket, she remembers.
"Oh, I mean, what about you? Do you want me to well… I could, if you'd like…" She tails off, not quite sure what Giles would like. Not sure exactly that she even wants to know what Giles would like 'cause it could mean whips and chains and she's not sure she's quite ready for that.
And then he smiles at her; all warm and soft and tender. Willow can't help but smile back and raise her eyebrows in the general direction of the bulge in the tweed.
"Giles? Do you want me to?" She asks again because it's kinda rude to just not, especially after he helped her.
Giles picks up the book that he was looking at before and pats her shoulder fondly, as he guides her towards the library doors.
"No, I'd say we're done."