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gwynnegaSo here's the rest of the W/G/O library/bookcage smut. I named it "We Three" after one of my favorite Patti Smith songs. Comments welcome!
We Three
"You like him," Oz said.
Willow looked up from her chemistry textbook. "What?"
"I like him, too. He's likeable."
"He is. You don't mind?"
"This is different. It's not about sneaking around."
Giles came back out of the stacks.
"What's it about?" she whispered.
"Something we have in common."
"What are you two whispering about?" Giles asked.
"Nothing," she squeaked. "I mean...you're supposed to whisper in a library!"
"None of us ever does." He went into his office.
"So we like Giles." She started to laugh. "It's not like we'd ever actually do anything about it. Right?"
Oz smiled.
***
His hand touched hers when he handed her the tranquilizer gun. "Don't hesitate," Giles said.
"Do it," Willow said, and he unlocked the cage. The wolf sprang out.
When Giles's arms were tight around Oz trying to leap on her, the thought weirdly flashed through her mind (along with, Oh god, Oz is going to kill me): He won't remember Giles's arms around him. He wants this...but not like this.
She shot him a second time, and Oz yelped, collapsed onto the table, Giles on top of him. Good thing he won't remember, she thought. How humiliating, to like somebody and to have them hug you but in the totally wrong circumstances. She knew a little bit about that, because Giles had held her tight on a number of occasions, all of them involving danger and evil things. At least she could still remember what Giles holding her felt like. Different from Oz's arms around her, because Giles was so much bigger, stronger than Oz (when Oz was a boy, not a wolf).
"We've got to move him before he wakes up," Giles said.
Willow petted the fur on Oz's head. "Sorry," she said. "I hope you're not mad at me in the morning." Sorry. So sorry.
***
After the world didn't end, she and Giles put the table and chairs back where they belonged, cleaned the sacred circle off the floor, cleared away the candles (that had gotten knocked over in the battle with the Sisterhood of Jhe and the big tentacley monster from the Hellmouth). "I better go check on Oz," Willow said. But just then, Buffy, Angel and Faith came back in the library - lugging wolfy Oz between the three of them. He seemed kinda sleepy and docile, but his muzzle was bloody. "What happened?" Willow cried.
"Wherever you moved him to, he got out," Faith said, as the three of them shoved him into the cage and shut the door.
"I can see that, but why's he all bloody, and why's he so calm? I gave him that mickey hours ago." She couldn't quite remember how long it had been. Time moved differently when you were in end-of-the-world mode. "Besides, bloody and calm don't generally go together."
"That's not necessarily true," Angel said, and Buffy gave him a look. He ducked his head.
"I'm thinkin' food coma," Faith said.
"You mean Oz...ate somebody?" Willow thought she might throw up.
"Did you see anyone...?" Giles began, but then he glanced at Willow, and his voice trailed off.
"No, nobody Oz sank his teeth into," Buffy said. "Maybe he ate one of those Sisters of Jhe."
"Which would be a good thing, right?" Willow chirped. "That would mean he fought against evil even as a werewolf!"
"Perhaps," Giles said.
"Plus we also saw this guy with his head smushed by a vending machine," Faith said.
Willow sank into a chair, took some deep breaths. Between the lateness of the hour and all this gross news (and Oz's bloody snout), she was fighting off the nausea big-time.
"A student?" Giles asked.
"Hard to tell without his head," Angel said.
"He was wearing a letterman's jacket," Buffy said, "but his skin was kinda..."
"Corpselike," Faith said. "Like, already dead for weeks corpselike."
"Quite a mystery," Giles said - and yawned. Clearly they'd all reached their limit of weird occurrences for one night.
"Angel and I'll bury him before we call it a night," Buffy said.
"Your arm's hurt, B," Faith said. "I'll help you guys."
"And I'll stay here with Wolfy Oz," Willow said, feeling utterly overwhelmed. Plus the scratches and bruises on her face were starting to hurt a lot.
"I'll stay, too," Giles said. "With so many unexplained occurrences here tonight, I don't want you here alone."
"Thanks," she said in a small voice.
***
Alone/not alone with Giles. Alone but for the wolf in the cage.
Oz was so docile (food coma), he let her put a dish of water into the cage. He lapped it up, cleaning the blood from his muzzle in the process, as Willow had hoped. She'd feared Oz waking up as himself and being freaked out by blood on his face, the taste of blood in his mouth. Hopefully the water would do the trick. After he drank, the wolf snoozed.
Giles looked as tired as she felt when he brought the first aid supplies to the library table. "You first," she said. "You look pretty bad, Giles. Your face is all scratched up. Doesn't it hurt?" As if in sympathy, a cut on her temple started to throb.
"I've been through worse," he murmured, but when she touched the alcohol-dampened cloth to his face, he flinched.
She jerked her hand back. "Sorry."
"It's all right." He attempted a smile that only accentuated the fresh bruises along the side of his face. "You're very gentle." Then he lowered his gaze, and so, for a moment, did she.
There was something intimate and, okay, maybe even sexy, in an owie kind of way, about patching each other up, touching each other's wounds.
When he dabbed at that cut on her temple, she started to cry a little, and he moved his hand away. "Willow, I'm sorry...I'm hurting you."
"No," she sniffled. "It's not you. I mean, yes, it hurts, but that's not why I'm crying." She couldn't exactly explain why - it was just that he was gentle too, and he touched her where she hurt. And meanwhile Oz, who would've taken care of her, just wasn't. Right now he didn't even exist, he was another being entirely. It was all too much sometimes.
Frowning with concentration, Giles smoothed a band-aid over the cut. "There," he said. "Are you all right?"
She wiped away a few stray tears, nodded. His face was still close to hers. And even though he looked bad, he was still handsome. Likeable. That didn't even begin to cover it. The bruises coming up, the livid cuts, they only drew attention to the planes of his face, the beauty of him. "How about you?" she whispered.
Slowly he reached up, stroked her hair. She heard Oz's voice in her head: Something we have in common. Not about sneaking around.
She glanced at the cage - the wolf slept. Oz didn't exist. She wished so much that he did.
She turned back to Giles, his hand still sliding along her hair. She held her breath, then moved closer. Closed her eyes, brushed her lips dryly against his. Waited, eyes closed, half-expecting him to react with shock, dismay. But she should've known he was all out of shock and dismay. When she opened her eyes, he didn't look as if anything out of the ordinary had happened. His eyes were soft and very tired.
They kissed gently, carefully, trying not to graze each other's cuts and bruises. His stubble prickled her, but his mouth was soft and warm. Woozy from exhaustion, she clutched his shirt sleeve, kissed him harder.
***
Oz woke up with a taste in his mouth like he'd been to the dentist. Metallic. Taste of blood.
Heard soft, wet sounds, little moans. "Ouch," Willow said.
"Sorry," another voice whispered. Giles?
Sounds of kissing, wet, soft. The sounds were making him hard.
Cage. Floor. Naked on the cage floor. Only now was Oz fully awake. He raised himself on his arms and looked out through the metal.
She was on his lap. Giles's hands traveled over her back. "Mmm," Willow sighed between kisses.
It wasn't like that time with Xander. It didn't hurt to watch Willow wriggling on Giles's lap - except the way that wanting hurts. They were beautiful. He wanted them.
He reached for a blanket, then said: "Hey."
They broke the kiss, turned. Froze, watching him, Willow's face stricken like that time with Xander. Giles looked guilty too. Except that wasn't the main thing he noticed about them. Bruises, scratches. "You guys look thrashed. Are you okay?"
"Oz, we..." Willow said, still frozen there on Giles's lap.
"It's okay," Oz murmured.
"Willow," Giles said, "why don't you unlock the cage." She started to get up.
"No," Oz said, and his voice rang through the library. "Keep going. Want to watch you."
Giles narrowed his eyes at him. "Oz, are you sure about this?" He looked exhausted and bewildered, yet he still had his arms around Willow.
"Believe it or not," Oz said, "waking up and seeing the two of you like this...it helps. Takes the edge off." How to explain it? Giles was so...substantial, and seeing him kiss and hold Willow made Oz feel safe, all wrapped up in warmth. Seeing Willow really let herself go, with Giles, made him happy. It wasn't all on him. It was a relief.
Willow's face was pink, her eyes half-closed. She clutched Giles's shoulder, and Oz imagined what that must feel like, how good it would be to sit on his lap. He wondered if Giles was hard yet. If Willow's rapid breathing was any indication, probably she could feel his erection poking against her. The thought made Oz harder under the blanket.
When the two of them slowly turned back to each other and kissed again, first delicate painstaking kisses, then deep and open-mouthed, Oz smiled.
***
Truly this was all very odd, to be kissing Willow while her boyfriend the werewolf watched from the book cage. But when you'd just averted yet another apocalypse, it put things in a unique perspective.
Giles's readiness disconcerted him, made him realize he'd wanted her for a long time, though he never would have pursued her. Hell, he'd practically sleep-walked into this situation - yet how good it felt. His aches and pains receded into the distance as they kissed. Occasionally Willow brushed against a bruise or scrape, but even that felt rather soothing, her touch was so light. She was soft and warm, her mouth that opened to his, her sweet weight on him that made him hard. He was tired, beyond tired, and it occurred to him that he mustn't lose track of the time or someone might burst into the library and find them doing...well, this, or worse (or rather, better).
Oz watched with a grave smile, and that inflamed Giles further. The boy sat on the cage floor, a blanket draped around him.
He thought Oz might object when he cupped Willow's breast, making her gasp - and then again when he slid his hand under her pink shirt, under her bra, to rub the hard nipple as he kissed her mouth, kissed her neck. But when he looked over at the cage, Oz was watching, eyes heavy-lidded, his hand moving lazily beneath the blanket.
Giles's cock got harder then, and he kissed her more urgently, pinched her nipple. "Giles..." she whispered urgently, and ducked her head to kiss his neck. She seemed to have forgotten about Oz, though perhaps he was mistaken. It didn't matter much to him. All he wanted to do was lay her across the table, or bend her over the table, lay her on the floor, anywhere, and push into her, while Oz watched and touched himself. Then after that he wanted to pull that blanket off Oz's lap and have him too.
He started to laugh. Overnight he'd turned into any parent's worst nightmare. Depraved school librarian, corruptor of youth. But who was doing the corrupting, anyway? Willow grinned, gave him a long lick across the throat that made him buck against her.
***
Giles's hips were moving now, his hardness rubbing against her ass. She wanted to do everything with him, the way she'd wanted to with Oz at Christmas. Or maybe he'd been right, they hadn't been ready - but she was ready now. Her body said now, right now. She was practically hyperventilating, and then Giles reached between her legs and rubbed her through her pants. The first guy to ever touch her there. "God..." she whispered. She started shaking.
"Willow?" Oz's voice sounded serene. "You okay?"
"Oz," she breathed, and looked over at him. He was smiling gently. His hand moved slowly under the blanket. He was touching himself. She'd never seen him do that before. His other hand reached up and circled his nipple, and she thought she might come right then, what with Giles's fingers circling her.
"I'm right here, baby," Oz said. "Does it feel good?"
"Good...so good..."
"You look beautiful," Oz said. "Both of you." He gave a soft moan.
"O-Oz..." she whispered. Giles's fingers felt so good.
She'd told Oz she wanted him to be her first - but Oz was right here. He wanted this for her.
***
Willow was going to come soon, Oz could tell. Giles's eyes were dark, his hand moving between Willow's legs, his hips rolling up again and again. Oz stroked his cock, imagining it was Giles's. He hoped he would get to touch Giles, that Giles would want him to, that they'd have time before it got too late in the morning. He wanted to touch Willow, too, just like Giles was doing, making her pant and whimper.
Giles kissed her hard, moved his hand faster until her mouth contorted and her eyes squeezed shut. Oz stilled his hand on his cock - he didn't want to come yet.
Giles kept kissing her, gently now, and his eyes were soft. Then she rested her head on his shoulder, and he cradled her, and Oz could've cried, because he wanted it too, wanted to be the one held and holding. Then Giles lifted her up and lay her down on the table. He grabbed her jacket, which had fallen on the floor, rolled it up and put it beneath her head.
Then he unzipped her pants, pulled them and panties down. Pulled off her shoes so he could get her clothes all the way off. Unzipped himself.
"Oh god," Willow kept saying as Giles pulled his pants down.
"Hey," Oz said, "she's never done this before. You might want to slow down."
Willow spread her pale legs wide.
"Okay," Oz said, "I guess not..."
Giles had her legs on either side of his waist, his hard cock poised.
"But wait," Oz said, and Giles turned, his eyes opaque with desire. Oz scrabbled through his stuff in the cage, found his backpack and dug inside. Finally he found a foil package and pushed it through the mesh of the cage. Giles strode over and picked it up, returned to Willow. He unrolled the condom onto his big cock. Oz started to stroke himself again, not hiding beneath the blanket anymore.
Giles pulled Willow towards him, her ass at the edge of the table. Began to press inside her.
"Giles..." she said fervently. And, "Oz, do you see us?"
"Yes, I'm watching," he said, stroking himself faster as Giles' cock went all the way inside her.
"We're doing it," she said exultantly. "Me and Giles...we're..."
"We're fucking," Giles said matter-of-factly, yet with a slight inflection of surprise. Oz didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful as Giles pumping in and out of her, first slow and languorous, then faster, harder. He wanted to be the one inside Willow, wanted to be the one Giles was fucking. Watching, he got to be both, and neither.
Then Giles pulled out of her, and Oz saw his cock, wet with her juices and her blood. "Slide back, darling," Giles murmured, and she scooted back on the table. He climbed on top of her, pushed inside.
Her blood. Oz smelled her blood. He braced himself. If he was gonna change, it would be now, smelling her blood, metallic, mixed with the smells of sex. He didn't. Didn't change. Hadn't realized until then that he'd been afraid he would. Such a relief. He tightened his grip on his cock, stroked himself hard and fast. "So good," he muttered, watching them rutting, "love you." He meant both of them, and then he spurted into his hand with a cry.
***
She felt so good around him, so tight and hot. He heard Oz coming, and saw Willow's eyes widen, saw her glance toward the cage. Giles leaned down and kissed her, slid his tongue into her mouth. She put her arms around his neck.
He imagined some hapless students, or perhaps Principal Snyder, walking in on them right now, and his life being ruined. He judged it would all be worth it.
***
"Are you all right?" Giles whispered in her ear.
"Yes, yes..." It had hurt when he first went into her, and she felt kinda sore now too. But to have Giles inside her, and Oz watching, and Oz coming, it was all so good, so overwhelming. She loved Giles's big body on top of her, his eyes gazing into hers with that dangerous glint that made her wrap her legs around him, made the tension build between her legs again. He smiled fiercely down at her, and she came.
"Fuck, yes," he said, and thrust deep into her, again, again, and then his eyes opened wide as if in surprise or pain, and his mouth trembled.
"Yes," she whispered. The sight of Giles coming, the fact of his pleasure, pleased her utterly, a new kind of satisfaction.
***
When Giles had dealt with the condom and pulled up his pants, Oz stood up and said, "Uh, you could open the cage now." He had the sense they'd briefly forgotten him, and that was a little lonely, though understandable.
Willow sat up on the table, and Giles walked to the cage and unlocked it. He looked completely fucked out - plus those bruises and scrapes looked even worse than before - but his eyes traveled over Oz, naked, no blanket. Oz opened the cage and tentatively stepped forward, put his arms around Giles.
And yeah, it was a bit odd - he was naked and Giles fully clothed again. He was even still wearing his vest, though at some point his tie had got loosened, and it hung askew in a dissolute fashion, which went well with Giles's unshaven, bruised and scratched face.
But Oz had wanted this, thought about holding Giles in his grownup clothes - or, actually, being held by him - for what felt like a long time. For a frozen moment, he was afraid Giles wouldn't respond. No reason to think Giles considered him and Willow a package deal, after all. But then Giles's arms went around his waist, pulled him close, and Oz let out a breath he felt like he'd been holding since...well, at least since he found out he was a wolf. He let himself melt against his sturdy body, let himself be naked and Giles be clothed. He pressed his face into that spot where the tie dangled goofily. Giles smelled good - sweaty and sweet at the same time, and part of the sweetness that clung to him was Willow.
Just then he heard her tentative footsteps. She'd put her pants and shoes back on, which made sense. It must be getting towards school time. Pretty compromising position Giles would be in, if somebody were to walk in and find him hugging a naked student. "Hi," she said, almost shyly. After all, she'd never seen him naked before. But there was something in her tone like she thought maybe they'd want her to skedaddle, which was just silly, but very like her.
"Hi," Oz said, and extended an arm to pull her towards him and Giles.
"Hello," Giles said, looking tenderly down at her, and pulled her close too, so the three of them were smushed together in a wacky group hug - two clothed people who'd just had sex and a naked guy who'd watched and masturbated. Oz felt warmth and sweetness enfolding him. He kissed Willow's lips, a bit swollen from all the Giles kissage, and saw up close her cuts and bruises. "You okay, Will?" He figured there must've been some big-time fighting of evil earlier, though the sex had kinda upstaged all that.
"I'm good," she said. "Before, when we talked about...what we talked about...I never imagined it could be like this."
Giles raised his eyebrows. "Am I to understand that the two of you have been plotting my seduction?"
"Well, plotting's a bit strong," Oz said. "More like, hoping."
"I had no idea..." He leaned down and kissed Oz for the first time. Giles's lips caressed his, and Oz closed his eyes and felt time stop. Opened his eyes and saw Giles smiling at him, lips curved just slightly upward. Giles's lips. Amazing.
"He's a very good kisser," Willow murmured, grinning. "Among other things." She raised her face to be kissed, and Giles obliged her. Then her eyes flicked downwards, she saw Oz's cock that was starting to get hard again, and she blushed.
"So the two of you have never..." Giles said. "Willow, I was your first?" He gazed at her with something like awe.
She nodded.
"I'm...honored, but surely the two of you would like to..."
Oz started to laugh at the way Giles could sound so proper at a time like this. "Giles, I'm thinking whatever we do, we should probably do it someplace not so public."
"Quite right." He glanced into the cage. "Get your clothes. Both of you, in my office."
As they followed him, Oz thought: I do want to have sex with Willow, but not right now. Not when the minutes are ticking by, and who knows if I'll ever have another chance to be with Giles? He hoped Willow wouldn't be insulted - but he saw the bright-eyed way she looked at Giles as he shut and locked the office door. He had a feeling they were on the same page.
Oz put his arms around Giles again. "Want you. Want you now." He turned his head, saw Willow watching intently. "Okay, Will?"
She nodded. "It...does things to me to see the two of you."
"Does it?" Giles growled. "Well, then..." He cupped the back of Oz's head and kissed him hard.
***
Something we have in common. But watching Giles and Oz make out, at first Willow thought: What if they like kissing each other better than kissing me? She wasn't sure if she was afraid of Oz's desertion more, or Giles's - which surprised her, considering Oz was her boyfriend. But then again, Giles had been her first lover. And she'd wanted him a long time (though she'd mostly had innocent kissing and hugging type fantasies about him), before she'd even known Oz.
Now Oz and Giles were going to have sex - and at that realization, all the jealousy turned to blood-heaviness between her legs. She wanted them to do it, and she wanted to watch. They were both so beautiful, so dear to her - and this only made it better.
They were kissing, Oz's head tilted up, his arms around Giles. And as she watched, Oz's cock lengthened and grew, rose and pressed against Giles's pants. Giles reached down and gripped Oz's cock, and both she and Oz gasped. Giles grinned that feral grin that made her weak in the knees.
Although she'd never seen Oz full monty before, had never seen his bare hipbones and vulnerable ass, much less his penis and testicles, it was Giles, completely clothed Giles, she couldn't take her eyes off. Giles kissing Oz, Giles pumping Oz's cock and smiling fiercely each time Oz groaned.
She crept closer, the better to see everything, and they turned to look at her. Oz couldn't quite focus on her, his eyes glassy with excitement, and Willow totally understood.
Giles leaned towards her, his hand working Oz's prick. He kissed her - still careful not to graze her bruises and cuts, though her face was a little tender from his stubble earlier. His tongue fucked her mouth as he made Oz moan with his hand. Then he smiled into her eyes, took her hand and placed it between her legs. She felt as if she were turning to hot liquid from the waist down.
Giles seemed to understand - though she hardly understood it herself - that she wasn't ready to be with Oz right now. She wanted Oz, but wanted their first time to be between the two of them. But right now, she wanted this. Wanted her hand where Giles had put it, rubbing between her legs. Wanted to watch Giles lead Oz by his cock to the chair. He sat down and pulled Oz onto his lap. Both of them faced her. Oz squirmed on his lap, gave himself up to Giles entirely.
***
Giles remembered holding onto the wolf, several hours ago - though it felt like years and dimensions ago. How he'd snarled, strong and hirsute and large. Now he was a beautiful young man writhing on Giles's lap, his smooth cock wet and so hard in his hand. Giles sucked on his neck, stroked him. Ran his other hand over his hairless chest and pinched a nipple, hard. Oz cried out. "Shh," Giles whispered into his ear, and tongued his earlobe. "Do you want everyone to hear what I'm doing to you?"
Oz's head was thrown back, neck exposed, his whole body in a posture of submission. Giles wondered if he'd been with a man before. He guessed he had, or, at least, with boys his own age. It was flattering indeed that he and Willow had talked about him, had wanted him. These beautiful young people had each other, and yet they wanted him. It was surprising.
He heard the sound of a zipper, and looked up - Willow stepped out of her pants, the better to touch herself. Her fingers made circles on her pink panties, and she stared at him, at Oz, with huge burning eyes. She'd always been hungry for knowledge, every kind of knowledge - and this was a new sort. He wanted to give her everything she wanted, wanted to do everything to them, wanted to fuck Willow, to fuck Oz, wanted to go down on both of them for hours, wanted them to do everything to him. It has to be more than this one time, he thought, though for all he knew, it wouldn't be.
Hungrily she watched his hand move on Oz's glistening cock. She moaned and tottered, her hand moving fast between her legs. "Gonna come again," she breathed.
"Good girl," Giles whispered. "You're so beautiful." He was very hard again, Oz's squirming on his lap making his breath catch.
"Watch me," she murmured urgently.
"Yes," Oz gasped, "watching you do it..."
***
He was gonna come soon too, though he wanted it to last forever. Giles's hand jerking him off felt so fucking good, even better than he'd imagined. He felt Giles's cock pressing against his ass, and he wanted Giles to fuck him, wanted to suck Giles, wanted everything.
Willow was rubbing herself and panting, her face deeply pink. She looked about ready to fall over, but instead she moaned and came, her eyes on them.
"So beautiful," Giles whispered, hot breath against his ear, and Oz exploded. Felt he was melting into Giles, melting into Willow who watched him come. "Yes," Giles whispered, "yes, Oz, yes..."
Willow wobbled and sat on the floor in front of them. Heart thudding, Oz lay back against Giles and closed his eyes, let himself float there awhile, until he felt Giles shift beneath him. Giles pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand. Oz turned his head to kiss Giles's mouth.
"Your turn," Oz said, and slid to the floor. Kissed Willow, then reached up and unzipped Giles, pulled out his cock. Knelt and took him in his mouth. He tasted a bit like the condom, but then he tasted salt and wet and delicious. Giles moaned softly and caressed Oz's hair.
Willow rested her head on Giles's knee and watched. "Can I...?"
"Sure," Oz said. He moved to one side, and Willow tentatively licked along Giles's cock, from tip to base, then up again. Took the head in her mouth. Giles sighed, began to move his hips slightly.
"Hey, let's try this," Oz said.
***
She and Oz were licking Giles's cock. They licked and kissed along the sides, licked the head together, kissed each other around the wet, salty head. "God," Giles whispered. She looked up at him. He was watching them, and she smiled. It was bliss to please him - even greater bliss to share it with Oz. They swirled their tongues in tandem. Oz looked hungry yet sated, utterly at peace. "Please..." Giles muttered, hips undulating.
"Willow?" Oz said.
"Go on," she said, and kissed his mouth. Some other time, she vowed she would do this by herself, make Giles moan and come with her mouth. But Oz already knew how. She wanted to see.
He wrapped his lips around Giles's cock, bobbed his head up and down. He looked like an angel with bright hair and soft lips that devoured Giles. Shakily she got to her feet. She looked into Giles's face, stroked his hair, kissed his forehead. Kissed his mouth again and again. He kissed her ravenously.
Then both of them looked down. Giles was thrusting his hips, fucking Oz's mouth. Oz was fierce, relentless. She wondered if he would be like that when she and Oz ended up making love. She wasn't sure if he'd let himself be like that with her.
"I'm close..." Giles whispered raggedly and pulled Willow's head down to kiss her, sweet tongue-kisses as his breath came short, and then he gasped, and she felt so close to the pleasure that took him.
Afterwards, Giles tucked his softening cock away in his trousers, and Oz got dressed, and Willow put her pants and shoes back on.
Giles sat collapsed in the chair, as if he could easily sleep ten hours in that spot. His bruises and cuts looked worse, but he looked so beautiful to her.
"I think I have time to take a shower in the gym," Oz said, and gave her a quick kiss. She tasted Giles on him.
"I'd better freshen up, too," she said.
Oz lingered. Finally he leaned down, kissed Giles's forehead.
"Can we get you anything?" Willow asked. "Tea or something?"
Giles looked up groggily. "Thank you, no. I think I just need to close my eyes for a few minutes. Between the two of you and the averted apocalypse, I'm...rather worn out."
Smiling, Willow leaned down and kissed his mouth. "We love you, Giles," she said, and he burst into a bleary grin. Then Willow and Oz went off, holding hands, to get ready for school.
We Three
"You like him," Oz said.
Willow looked up from her chemistry textbook. "What?"
"I like him, too. He's likeable."
"He is. You don't mind?"
"This is different. It's not about sneaking around."
Giles came back out of the stacks.
"What's it about?" she whispered.
"Something we have in common."
"What are you two whispering about?" Giles asked.
"Nothing," she squeaked. "I mean...you're supposed to whisper in a library!"
"None of us ever does." He went into his office.
"So we like Giles." She started to laugh. "It's not like we'd ever actually do anything about it. Right?"
Oz smiled.
***
His hand touched hers when he handed her the tranquilizer gun. "Don't hesitate," Giles said.
"Do it," Willow said, and he unlocked the cage. The wolf sprang out.
When Giles's arms were tight around Oz trying to leap on her, the thought weirdly flashed through her mind (along with, Oh god, Oz is going to kill me): He won't remember Giles's arms around him. He wants this...but not like this.
She shot him a second time, and Oz yelped, collapsed onto the table, Giles on top of him. Good thing he won't remember, she thought. How humiliating, to like somebody and to have them hug you but in the totally wrong circumstances. She knew a little bit about that, because Giles had held her tight on a number of occasions, all of them involving danger and evil things. At least she could still remember what Giles holding her felt like. Different from Oz's arms around her, because Giles was so much bigger, stronger than Oz (when Oz was a boy, not a wolf).
"We've got to move him before he wakes up," Giles said.
Willow petted the fur on Oz's head. "Sorry," she said. "I hope you're not mad at me in the morning." Sorry. So sorry.
***
After the world didn't end, she and Giles put the table and chairs back where they belonged, cleaned the sacred circle off the floor, cleared away the candles (that had gotten knocked over in the battle with the Sisterhood of Jhe and the big tentacley monster from the Hellmouth). "I better go check on Oz," Willow said. But just then, Buffy, Angel and Faith came back in the library - lugging wolfy Oz between the three of them. He seemed kinda sleepy and docile, but his muzzle was bloody. "What happened?" Willow cried.
"Wherever you moved him to, he got out," Faith said, as the three of them shoved him into the cage and shut the door.
"I can see that, but why's he all bloody, and why's he so calm? I gave him that mickey hours ago." She couldn't quite remember how long it had been. Time moved differently when you were in end-of-the-world mode. "Besides, bloody and calm don't generally go together."
"That's not necessarily true," Angel said, and Buffy gave him a look. He ducked his head.
"I'm thinkin' food coma," Faith said.
"You mean Oz...ate somebody?" Willow thought she might throw up.
"Did you see anyone...?" Giles began, but then he glanced at Willow, and his voice trailed off.
"No, nobody Oz sank his teeth into," Buffy said. "Maybe he ate one of those Sisters of Jhe."
"Which would be a good thing, right?" Willow chirped. "That would mean he fought against evil even as a werewolf!"
"Perhaps," Giles said.
"Plus we also saw this guy with his head smushed by a vending machine," Faith said.
Willow sank into a chair, took some deep breaths. Between the lateness of the hour and all this gross news (and Oz's bloody snout), she was fighting off the nausea big-time.
"A student?" Giles asked.
"Hard to tell without his head," Angel said.
"He was wearing a letterman's jacket," Buffy said, "but his skin was kinda..."
"Corpselike," Faith said. "Like, already dead for weeks corpselike."
"Quite a mystery," Giles said - and yawned. Clearly they'd all reached their limit of weird occurrences for one night.
"Angel and I'll bury him before we call it a night," Buffy said.
"Your arm's hurt, B," Faith said. "I'll help you guys."
"And I'll stay here with Wolfy Oz," Willow said, feeling utterly overwhelmed. Plus the scratches and bruises on her face were starting to hurt a lot.
"I'll stay, too," Giles said. "With so many unexplained occurrences here tonight, I don't want you here alone."
"Thanks," she said in a small voice.
***
Alone/not alone with Giles. Alone but for the wolf in the cage.
Oz was so docile (food coma), he let her put a dish of water into the cage. He lapped it up, cleaning the blood from his muzzle in the process, as Willow had hoped. She'd feared Oz waking up as himself and being freaked out by blood on his face, the taste of blood in his mouth. Hopefully the water would do the trick. After he drank, the wolf snoozed.
Giles looked as tired as she felt when he brought the first aid supplies to the library table. "You first," she said. "You look pretty bad, Giles. Your face is all scratched up. Doesn't it hurt?" As if in sympathy, a cut on her temple started to throb.
"I've been through worse," he murmured, but when she touched the alcohol-dampened cloth to his face, he flinched.
She jerked her hand back. "Sorry."
"It's all right." He attempted a smile that only accentuated the fresh bruises along the side of his face. "You're very gentle." Then he lowered his gaze, and so, for a moment, did she.
There was something intimate and, okay, maybe even sexy, in an owie kind of way, about patching each other up, touching each other's wounds.
When he dabbed at that cut on her temple, she started to cry a little, and he moved his hand away. "Willow, I'm sorry...I'm hurting you."
"No," she sniffled. "It's not you. I mean, yes, it hurts, but that's not why I'm crying." She couldn't exactly explain why - it was just that he was gentle too, and he touched her where she hurt. And meanwhile Oz, who would've taken care of her, just wasn't. Right now he didn't even exist, he was another being entirely. It was all too much sometimes.
Frowning with concentration, Giles smoothed a band-aid over the cut. "There," he said. "Are you all right?"
She wiped away a few stray tears, nodded. His face was still close to hers. And even though he looked bad, he was still handsome. Likeable. That didn't even begin to cover it. The bruises coming up, the livid cuts, they only drew attention to the planes of his face, the beauty of him. "How about you?" she whispered.
Slowly he reached up, stroked her hair. She heard Oz's voice in her head: Something we have in common. Not about sneaking around.
She glanced at the cage - the wolf slept. Oz didn't exist. She wished so much that he did.
She turned back to Giles, his hand still sliding along her hair. She held her breath, then moved closer. Closed her eyes, brushed her lips dryly against his. Waited, eyes closed, half-expecting him to react with shock, dismay. But she should've known he was all out of shock and dismay. When she opened her eyes, he didn't look as if anything out of the ordinary had happened. His eyes were soft and very tired.
They kissed gently, carefully, trying not to graze each other's cuts and bruises. His stubble prickled her, but his mouth was soft and warm. Woozy from exhaustion, she clutched his shirt sleeve, kissed him harder.
***
Oz woke up with a taste in his mouth like he'd been to the dentist. Metallic. Taste of blood.
Heard soft, wet sounds, little moans. "Ouch," Willow said.
"Sorry," another voice whispered. Giles?
Sounds of kissing, wet, soft. The sounds were making him hard.
Cage. Floor. Naked on the cage floor. Only now was Oz fully awake. He raised himself on his arms and looked out through the metal.
She was on his lap. Giles's hands traveled over her back. "Mmm," Willow sighed between kisses.
It wasn't like that time with Xander. It didn't hurt to watch Willow wriggling on Giles's lap - except the way that wanting hurts. They were beautiful. He wanted them.
He reached for a blanket, then said: "Hey."
They broke the kiss, turned. Froze, watching him, Willow's face stricken like that time with Xander. Giles looked guilty too. Except that wasn't the main thing he noticed about them. Bruises, scratches. "You guys look thrashed. Are you okay?"
"Oz, we..." Willow said, still frozen there on Giles's lap.
"It's okay," Oz murmured.
"Willow," Giles said, "why don't you unlock the cage." She started to get up.
"No," Oz said, and his voice rang through the library. "Keep going. Want to watch you."
Giles narrowed his eyes at him. "Oz, are you sure about this?" He looked exhausted and bewildered, yet he still had his arms around Willow.
"Believe it or not," Oz said, "waking up and seeing the two of you like this...it helps. Takes the edge off." How to explain it? Giles was so...substantial, and seeing him kiss and hold Willow made Oz feel safe, all wrapped up in warmth. Seeing Willow really let herself go, with Giles, made him happy. It wasn't all on him. It was a relief.
Willow's face was pink, her eyes half-closed. She clutched Giles's shoulder, and Oz imagined what that must feel like, how good it would be to sit on his lap. He wondered if Giles was hard yet. If Willow's rapid breathing was any indication, probably she could feel his erection poking against her. The thought made Oz harder under the blanket.
When the two of them slowly turned back to each other and kissed again, first delicate painstaking kisses, then deep and open-mouthed, Oz smiled.
***
Truly this was all very odd, to be kissing Willow while her boyfriend the werewolf watched from the book cage. But when you'd just averted yet another apocalypse, it put things in a unique perspective.
Giles's readiness disconcerted him, made him realize he'd wanted her for a long time, though he never would have pursued her. Hell, he'd practically sleep-walked into this situation - yet how good it felt. His aches and pains receded into the distance as they kissed. Occasionally Willow brushed against a bruise or scrape, but even that felt rather soothing, her touch was so light. She was soft and warm, her mouth that opened to his, her sweet weight on him that made him hard. He was tired, beyond tired, and it occurred to him that he mustn't lose track of the time or someone might burst into the library and find them doing...well, this, or worse (or rather, better).
Oz watched with a grave smile, and that inflamed Giles further. The boy sat on the cage floor, a blanket draped around him.
He thought Oz might object when he cupped Willow's breast, making her gasp - and then again when he slid his hand under her pink shirt, under her bra, to rub the hard nipple as he kissed her mouth, kissed her neck. But when he looked over at the cage, Oz was watching, eyes heavy-lidded, his hand moving lazily beneath the blanket.
Giles's cock got harder then, and he kissed her more urgently, pinched her nipple. "Giles..." she whispered urgently, and ducked her head to kiss his neck. She seemed to have forgotten about Oz, though perhaps he was mistaken. It didn't matter much to him. All he wanted to do was lay her across the table, or bend her over the table, lay her on the floor, anywhere, and push into her, while Oz watched and touched himself. Then after that he wanted to pull that blanket off Oz's lap and have him too.
He started to laugh. Overnight he'd turned into any parent's worst nightmare. Depraved school librarian, corruptor of youth. But who was doing the corrupting, anyway? Willow grinned, gave him a long lick across the throat that made him buck against her.
***
Giles's hips were moving now, his hardness rubbing against her ass. She wanted to do everything with him, the way she'd wanted to with Oz at Christmas. Or maybe he'd been right, they hadn't been ready - but she was ready now. Her body said now, right now. She was practically hyperventilating, and then Giles reached between her legs and rubbed her through her pants. The first guy to ever touch her there. "God..." she whispered. She started shaking.
"Willow?" Oz's voice sounded serene. "You okay?"
"Oz," she breathed, and looked over at him. He was smiling gently. His hand moved slowly under the blanket. He was touching himself. She'd never seen him do that before. His other hand reached up and circled his nipple, and she thought she might come right then, what with Giles's fingers circling her.
"I'm right here, baby," Oz said. "Does it feel good?"
"Good...so good..."
"You look beautiful," Oz said. "Both of you." He gave a soft moan.
"O-Oz..." she whispered. Giles's fingers felt so good.
She'd told Oz she wanted him to be her first - but Oz was right here. He wanted this for her.
***
Willow was going to come soon, Oz could tell. Giles's eyes were dark, his hand moving between Willow's legs, his hips rolling up again and again. Oz stroked his cock, imagining it was Giles's. He hoped he would get to touch Giles, that Giles would want him to, that they'd have time before it got too late in the morning. He wanted to touch Willow, too, just like Giles was doing, making her pant and whimper.
Giles kissed her hard, moved his hand faster until her mouth contorted and her eyes squeezed shut. Oz stilled his hand on his cock - he didn't want to come yet.
Giles kept kissing her, gently now, and his eyes were soft. Then she rested her head on his shoulder, and he cradled her, and Oz could've cried, because he wanted it too, wanted to be the one held and holding. Then Giles lifted her up and lay her down on the table. He grabbed her jacket, which had fallen on the floor, rolled it up and put it beneath her head.
Then he unzipped her pants, pulled them and panties down. Pulled off her shoes so he could get her clothes all the way off. Unzipped himself.
"Oh god," Willow kept saying as Giles pulled his pants down.
"Hey," Oz said, "she's never done this before. You might want to slow down."
Willow spread her pale legs wide.
"Okay," Oz said, "I guess not..."
Giles had her legs on either side of his waist, his hard cock poised.
"But wait," Oz said, and Giles turned, his eyes opaque with desire. Oz scrabbled through his stuff in the cage, found his backpack and dug inside. Finally he found a foil package and pushed it through the mesh of the cage. Giles strode over and picked it up, returned to Willow. He unrolled the condom onto his big cock. Oz started to stroke himself again, not hiding beneath the blanket anymore.
Giles pulled Willow towards him, her ass at the edge of the table. Began to press inside her.
"Giles..." she said fervently. And, "Oz, do you see us?"
"Yes, I'm watching," he said, stroking himself faster as Giles' cock went all the way inside her.
"We're doing it," she said exultantly. "Me and Giles...we're..."
"We're fucking," Giles said matter-of-factly, yet with a slight inflection of surprise. Oz didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful as Giles pumping in and out of her, first slow and languorous, then faster, harder. He wanted to be the one inside Willow, wanted to be the one Giles was fucking. Watching, he got to be both, and neither.
Then Giles pulled out of her, and Oz saw his cock, wet with her juices and her blood. "Slide back, darling," Giles murmured, and she scooted back on the table. He climbed on top of her, pushed inside.
Her blood. Oz smelled her blood. He braced himself. If he was gonna change, it would be now, smelling her blood, metallic, mixed with the smells of sex. He didn't. Didn't change. Hadn't realized until then that he'd been afraid he would. Such a relief. He tightened his grip on his cock, stroked himself hard and fast. "So good," he muttered, watching them rutting, "love you." He meant both of them, and then he spurted into his hand with a cry.
***
She felt so good around him, so tight and hot. He heard Oz coming, and saw Willow's eyes widen, saw her glance toward the cage. Giles leaned down and kissed her, slid his tongue into her mouth. She put her arms around his neck.
He imagined some hapless students, or perhaps Principal Snyder, walking in on them right now, and his life being ruined. He judged it would all be worth it.
***
"Are you all right?" Giles whispered in her ear.
"Yes, yes..." It had hurt when he first went into her, and she felt kinda sore now too. But to have Giles inside her, and Oz watching, and Oz coming, it was all so good, so overwhelming. She loved Giles's big body on top of her, his eyes gazing into hers with that dangerous glint that made her wrap her legs around him, made the tension build between her legs again. He smiled fiercely down at her, and she came.
"Fuck, yes," he said, and thrust deep into her, again, again, and then his eyes opened wide as if in surprise or pain, and his mouth trembled.
"Yes," she whispered. The sight of Giles coming, the fact of his pleasure, pleased her utterly, a new kind of satisfaction.
***
When Giles had dealt with the condom and pulled up his pants, Oz stood up and said, "Uh, you could open the cage now." He had the sense they'd briefly forgotten him, and that was a little lonely, though understandable.
Willow sat up on the table, and Giles walked to the cage and unlocked it. He looked completely fucked out - plus those bruises and scrapes looked even worse than before - but his eyes traveled over Oz, naked, no blanket. Oz opened the cage and tentatively stepped forward, put his arms around Giles.
And yeah, it was a bit odd - he was naked and Giles fully clothed again. He was even still wearing his vest, though at some point his tie had got loosened, and it hung askew in a dissolute fashion, which went well with Giles's unshaven, bruised and scratched face.
But Oz had wanted this, thought about holding Giles in his grownup clothes - or, actually, being held by him - for what felt like a long time. For a frozen moment, he was afraid Giles wouldn't respond. No reason to think Giles considered him and Willow a package deal, after all. But then Giles's arms went around his waist, pulled him close, and Oz let out a breath he felt like he'd been holding since...well, at least since he found out he was a wolf. He let himself melt against his sturdy body, let himself be naked and Giles be clothed. He pressed his face into that spot where the tie dangled goofily. Giles smelled good - sweaty and sweet at the same time, and part of the sweetness that clung to him was Willow.
Just then he heard her tentative footsteps. She'd put her pants and shoes back on, which made sense. It must be getting towards school time. Pretty compromising position Giles would be in, if somebody were to walk in and find him hugging a naked student. "Hi," she said, almost shyly. After all, she'd never seen him naked before. But there was something in her tone like she thought maybe they'd want her to skedaddle, which was just silly, but very like her.
"Hi," Oz said, and extended an arm to pull her towards him and Giles.
"Hello," Giles said, looking tenderly down at her, and pulled her close too, so the three of them were smushed together in a wacky group hug - two clothed people who'd just had sex and a naked guy who'd watched and masturbated. Oz felt warmth and sweetness enfolding him. He kissed Willow's lips, a bit swollen from all the Giles kissage, and saw up close her cuts and bruises. "You okay, Will?" He figured there must've been some big-time fighting of evil earlier, though the sex had kinda upstaged all that.
"I'm good," she said. "Before, when we talked about...what we talked about...I never imagined it could be like this."
Giles raised his eyebrows. "Am I to understand that the two of you have been plotting my seduction?"
"Well, plotting's a bit strong," Oz said. "More like, hoping."
"I had no idea..." He leaned down and kissed Oz for the first time. Giles's lips caressed his, and Oz closed his eyes and felt time stop. Opened his eyes and saw Giles smiling at him, lips curved just slightly upward. Giles's lips. Amazing.
"He's a very good kisser," Willow murmured, grinning. "Among other things." She raised her face to be kissed, and Giles obliged her. Then her eyes flicked downwards, she saw Oz's cock that was starting to get hard again, and she blushed.
"So the two of you have never..." Giles said. "Willow, I was your first?" He gazed at her with something like awe.
She nodded.
"I'm...honored, but surely the two of you would like to..."
Oz started to laugh at the way Giles could sound so proper at a time like this. "Giles, I'm thinking whatever we do, we should probably do it someplace not so public."
"Quite right." He glanced into the cage. "Get your clothes. Both of you, in my office."
As they followed him, Oz thought: I do want to have sex with Willow, but not right now. Not when the minutes are ticking by, and who knows if I'll ever have another chance to be with Giles? He hoped Willow wouldn't be insulted - but he saw the bright-eyed way she looked at Giles as he shut and locked the office door. He had a feeling they were on the same page.
Oz put his arms around Giles again. "Want you. Want you now." He turned his head, saw Willow watching intently. "Okay, Will?"
She nodded. "It...does things to me to see the two of you."
"Does it?" Giles growled. "Well, then..." He cupped the back of Oz's head and kissed him hard.
***
Something we have in common. But watching Giles and Oz make out, at first Willow thought: What if they like kissing each other better than kissing me? She wasn't sure if she was afraid of Oz's desertion more, or Giles's - which surprised her, considering Oz was her boyfriend. But then again, Giles had been her first lover. And she'd wanted him a long time (though she'd mostly had innocent kissing and hugging type fantasies about him), before she'd even known Oz.
Now Oz and Giles were going to have sex - and at that realization, all the jealousy turned to blood-heaviness between her legs. She wanted them to do it, and she wanted to watch. They were both so beautiful, so dear to her - and this only made it better.
They were kissing, Oz's head tilted up, his arms around Giles. And as she watched, Oz's cock lengthened and grew, rose and pressed against Giles's pants. Giles reached down and gripped Oz's cock, and both she and Oz gasped. Giles grinned that feral grin that made her weak in the knees.
Although she'd never seen Oz full monty before, had never seen his bare hipbones and vulnerable ass, much less his penis and testicles, it was Giles, completely clothed Giles, she couldn't take her eyes off. Giles kissing Oz, Giles pumping Oz's cock and smiling fiercely each time Oz groaned.
She crept closer, the better to see everything, and they turned to look at her. Oz couldn't quite focus on her, his eyes glassy with excitement, and Willow totally understood.
Giles leaned towards her, his hand working Oz's prick. He kissed her - still careful not to graze her bruises and cuts, though her face was a little tender from his stubble earlier. His tongue fucked her mouth as he made Oz moan with his hand. Then he smiled into her eyes, took her hand and placed it between her legs. She felt as if she were turning to hot liquid from the waist down.
Giles seemed to understand - though she hardly understood it herself - that she wasn't ready to be with Oz right now. She wanted Oz, but wanted their first time to be between the two of them. But right now, she wanted this. Wanted her hand where Giles had put it, rubbing between her legs. Wanted to watch Giles lead Oz by his cock to the chair. He sat down and pulled Oz onto his lap. Both of them faced her. Oz squirmed on his lap, gave himself up to Giles entirely.
***
Giles remembered holding onto the wolf, several hours ago - though it felt like years and dimensions ago. How he'd snarled, strong and hirsute and large. Now he was a beautiful young man writhing on Giles's lap, his smooth cock wet and so hard in his hand. Giles sucked on his neck, stroked him. Ran his other hand over his hairless chest and pinched a nipple, hard. Oz cried out. "Shh," Giles whispered into his ear, and tongued his earlobe. "Do you want everyone to hear what I'm doing to you?"
Oz's head was thrown back, neck exposed, his whole body in a posture of submission. Giles wondered if he'd been with a man before. He guessed he had, or, at least, with boys his own age. It was flattering indeed that he and Willow had talked about him, had wanted him. These beautiful young people had each other, and yet they wanted him. It was surprising.
He heard the sound of a zipper, and looked up - Willow stepped out of her pants, the better to touch herself. Her fingers made circles on her pink panties, and she stared at him, at Oz, with huge burning eyes. She'd always been hungry for knowledge, every kind of knowledge - and this was a new sort. He wanted to give her everything she wanted, wanted to do everything to them, wanted to fuck Willow, to fuck Oz, wanted to go down on both of them for hours, wanted them to do everything to him. It has to be more than this one time, he thought, though for all he knew, it wouldn't be.
Hungrily she watched his hand move on Oz's glistening cock. She moaned and tottered, her hand moving fast between her legs. "Gonna come again," she breathed.
"Good girl," Giles whispered. "You're so beautiful." He was very hard again, Oz's squirming on his lap making his breath catch.
"Watch me," she murmured urgently.
"Yes," Oz gasped, "watching you do it..."
***
He was gonna come soon too, though he wanted it to last forever. Giles's hand jerking him off felt so fucking good, even better than he'd imagined. He felt Giles's cock pressing against his ass, and he wanted Giles to fuck him, wanted to suck Giles, wanted everything.
Willow was rubbing herself and panting, her face deeply pink. She looked about ready to fall over, but instead she moaned and came, her eyes on them.
"So beautiful," Giles whispered, hot breath against his ear, and Oz exploded. Felt he was melting into Giles, melting into Willow who watched him come. "Yes," Giles whispered, "yes, Oz, yes..."
Willow wobbled and sat on the floor in front of them. Heart thudding, Oz lay back against Giles and closed his eyes, let himself float there awhile, until he felt Giles shift beneath him. Giles pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand. Oz turned his head to kiss Giles's mouth.
"Your turn," Oz said, and slid to the floor. Kissed Willow, then reached up and unzipped Giles, pulled out his cock. Knelt and took him in his mouth. He tasted a bit like the condom, but then he tasted salt and wet and delicious. Giles moaned softly and caressed Oz's hair.
Willow rested her head on Giles's knee and watched. "Can I...?"
"Sure," Oz said. He moved to one side, and Willow tentatively licked along Giles's cock, from tip to base, then up again. Took the head in her mouth. Giles sighed, began to move his hips slightly.
"Hey, let's try this," Oz said.
***
She and Oz were licking Giles's cock. They licked and kissed along the sides, licked the head together, kissed each other around the wet, salty head. "God," Giles whispered. She looked up at him. He was watching them, and she smiled. It was bliss to please him - even greater bliss to share it with Oz. They swirled their tongues in tandem. Oz looked hungry yet sated, utterly at peace. "Please..." Giles muttered, hips undulating.
"Willow?" Oz said.
"Go on," she said, and kissed his mouth. Some other time, she vowed she would do this by herself, make Giles moan and come with her mouth. But Oz already knew how. She wanted to see.
He wrapped his lips around Giles's cock, bobbed his head up and down. He looked like an angel with bright hair and soft lips that devoured Giles. Shakily she got to her feet. She looked into Giles's face, stroked his hair, kissed his forehead. Kissed his mouth again and again. He kissed her ravenously.
Then both of them looked down. Giles was thrusting his hips, fucking Oz's mouth. Oz was fierce, relentless. She wondered if he would be like that when she and Oz ended up making love. She wasn't sure if he'd let himself be like that with her.
"I'm close..." Giles whispered raggedly and pulled Willow's head down to kiss her, sweet tongue-kisses as his breath came short, and then he gasped, and she felt so close to the pleasure that took him.
Afterwards, Giles tucked his softening cock away in his trousers, and Oz got dressed, and Willow put her pants and shoes back on.
Giles sat collapsed in the chair, as if he could easily sleep ten hours in that spot. His bruises and cuts looked worse, but he looked so beautiful to her.
"I think I have time to take a shower in the gym," Oz said, and gave her a quick kiss. She tasted Giles on him.
"I'd better freshen up, too," she said.
Oz lingered. Finally he leaned down, kissed Giles's forehead.
"Can we get you anything?" Willow asked. "Tea or something?"
Giles looked up groggily. "Thank you, no. I think I just need to close my eyes for a few minutes. Between the two of you and the averted apocalypse, I'm...rather worn out."
Smiling, Willow leaned down and kissed his mouth. "We love you, Giles," she said, and he burst into a bleary grin. Then Willow and Oz went off, holding hands, to get ready for school.
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Date: 2004-04-24 11:37 pm (UTC)GUH.
((would go off to bunk, but brain has melted and so can't remember where it is anymore))
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Date: 2004-04-25 09:39 am (UTC)Although maybe in hell I'd only get to see him have sex with Andrew.
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Date: 2004-04-25 04:17 am (UTC)Brain? I had a brain, once...?
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Date: 2004-04-25 09:20 am (UTC)Glad you (and your brain) liked it...
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Date: 2004-04-25 01:14 pm (UTC)Guh. Did I say that already? Probably. I seem to have been struck speechless.
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Date: 2004-04-25 01:16 pm (UTC)I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up writing some more W/G/O at some point! (I figure they do continue with their little library meetings...)
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