gwynnega

I finally wrestled that recalcitrant "Flooded" fic into shape! For

lovesbitca, here's the aftermath of the Willow/Giles fight in "Flooded," complete with spanking and smut...

Let's Not Fight

"Come on, Giles," Willow said. "I don't want to fight. Let's not, okay? I'll think about what you said, and you...try to be happy Buffy's back."

He stood in the doorway, and she feared he'd turn and walk through it. Instead he said, "We still don't know where she was, or what happened to her."

It was the worst fight they'd ever had. The only real fight they'd ever had - because those other times, when she'd yelled that he was killing Buffy with the pressure, or that he was unfeeling about the plight of the indigenous peoples, it didn't impinge upon their friendship. That had stayed safe, all these years, until now, when he'd called her stupid, a rank, arrogant amateur, and she'd practically threatened him. Maybe it's not such a good idea for you to piss me off. She wished she could take back every word - but she didn't wish she could take back Buffy, send her back to being dead.

Giles hadn't walked out yet, but he wouldn't look at her. "Please let's not fight," she repeated. "What you said...it threw me. I expected you to be proud of me." Tears came to her eyes, and she ducked her head, face contorting. Damn it, she thought, why aren't you proud of me?

"That only shows how much you have to learn about the responsible use of your powers."

"You shouldn't have left," she said before she could stop herself. "How responsible was that? Just because she was gone, the rest of us didn't matter? I got you to come back, though. I got you to come back - even though it was for her. Never for me."

For a moment he looked nonplussed, and his expression softened a little. He strode towards her, but when he got closer, she was startled by how angry he looked. "You mean to tell me this was all my fault? For someone so powerful, you're behaving very childishly." He advanced on her, and she had to steel herself not to back up. "Do you want to be treated like a child, Willow?" He spoke quietly, but his words reverberated through her.

"I want to be treated like I matter," she managed to say, but it came out a hoarse squeak.

"You're behaving like a willful little girl. I've half a mind to take you across my knee and..."

Okay, that wasn't what she'd expected him to say. She gave a laugh. "You wouldn't dare." She laughed again, half scorn, half giddy triumph that she'd gotten to him. Then her laughter died away as he stared down at her with hard eyes. She met his gaze, dared him to look away first.

"Lean over the counter," he muttered.

Her mouth open, she stared up at him.

"Do it."

And she did.

She waited, breathing hard. For a long moment she thought maybe he would leave her there, that this would be her punishment - she spread over the counter, waiting like an idiot.

Then his hand came down on her ass. Hard, stinging, even through her pants. She wanted to laugh exultantly, but she was afraid he might stop. He struck her again. This is for me, she thought, all for me.

"Should've done this long ago," Giles said, smacking her bottom again.

"You know I can stop you any time I want," she panted, arching up to meet his hand.

He smacked her again. Then she felt him lean over her, his hot breath in her ear as he whispered, "But you don't want to stop me, do you?" His erection pressed against her ass, and she stifled a moan. He was big and hard against her. All for me, she thought.

"Don't stop," she whispered. His hand slipped between her legs, and she gasped.

She saw Tara's reproachful face in her mind's eye. But I need this, she thought. Magic had made her greedy, made her know she could have anything she wanted.

He was thrusting against her, his hand doing delicious things between her legs. "If this is your idea of a punishment for bringing Buffy back," she said, "you might wanna rethink it. I'm gonna start randomly raising the dead, if this is your reaction."

At that, he spanked her until her ass throbbed. Then he jerked her upright and spun her around. He unzipped her jeans and yanked them down, along with her panties. His eyes were dark and still angry. His fingers slid inside her, and he moaned low in his throat.

In the one sensible corner of her brain, she reasoned that someone might walk in on them. Tara might. She whispered an incantation, and Giles's eyes widened.

"Another spell?"

"Yeah, I did a spell - you wanna punish me some more? It's just so no one will see us if they walk in...or hear us..." She let herself moan loudly as his fingers moved inside her. She reached out to touch the bulge in his trousers. "Please," she whispered.

Slowly he withdrew his fingers. He bent her over the counter. She heard him unzip, felt his cock nudge her opening.

"Is this what you want from me?" he muttered.

"Yes..." she heard herself say, and it was humiliating to sound so desperate. "Please, Giles..." Begging for his cock, when she'd told herself she was gay like Tara, who waited upstairs for her. When she'd told herself she'd never do this with a man again, that she'd never want to.

Then Giles shoved into her, and she stopped thinking altogether. He moved in and out of her, slow and deep and hard. "Obstinate girl," he murmured, spanking her in time with his thrusts. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," she breathed, "it's for me, all for me..."

He fucked her harder, and slid his hand between her legs again. Her ass stung and tingled, and she had exactly what she wanted, exactly, exactly...

"Come for me," he said. "Come now." And she did.

He cried out, thrust one last time, and was still.

When she straightened up, he couldn't quite look her in the eye. As she pulled up her pants, she felt as appalled as he looked by what they'd done. She'd cheated on Tara. But it was Giles, and she'd wanted him for so long, one way or another. She put her arms around his waist, looked up at him. "Giles..."

"It was wrong," he blurted out. "I shouldn't have...we..."

"I know." But it was good, she thought, and had to suppress a smile. "But hey, see what happens when you piss me off?" And then the grin burst across her face.

He smiled too, but sadly, and he touched her cheek. He leaned down to kiss her just once before he walked out the kitchen door.