Rating: NC-17
Summary: Willow and Giles play with some sexy magicks.
Story Notes: Post-"Chosen." The second story in the "This Will Be Our Year" Willow/Giles series.
Disclaimer: It's Joss's world - I'm just in love with it.

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Mandrake
Gwynnega
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She was a bit surprised that Giles liked the idea. After all, it wasn't the sort of thing she was supposed to use magic for. But she hadn't had much call for magic of late - just a few locator spells. Really she needed to keep in practice (or so she rationalized), and Giles agreed to her suggestion with alacrity.

After she did the spell - a fairly simple incantation and some mandrake root sprinkled about - she stood naked before him in front of the bed. It simply appeared between her legs in a glimmer of glittery energy. Both of them were transfixed by it. "Quite extraordinary," he said. "And it's...circumcised."

She answered without looking up. "I'm Jewish." That made him chuckle. "Besides, Giles, here in America, circumcision is extremely common."

"I see you've been careful to make it a good deal smaller than mine."

She looked up. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the product of her spell. He had taken his clothes off too, and his cock was already hard, sticking straight out, as if it wanted to make sure they hadn't forgotten all about it, in favor of this shiny new model. And, in fact, she was having trouble figuring out where to look - at his, or hers. "Well, Giles, you are awfully big." She knew this was what guys liked to hear, but in Giles's case, it was simply true. "And considering the places we might want to put it, it seemed unnecessary to make it unmanageably large."

"That was considerate of you, sweetheart." He cleared his throat. His gaze was still riveted to that new thing between her legs. "It really is quite realistic. And look, testicles." But neither he nor Willow was paying much attention to those. "It's quite well-done. But when it appeared, it was already fully erect?"

"I could've made it start out...flaccid, but, well, I didn't want to have to deal with performance anxiety." Although Giles sure didn't seem to be having any such trouble.

"Understandable." Finally he raised his eyes. He surveyed her, the whole picture. It made her shy. She shifted from foot to foot.

"Is this too weird?" she asked. "If it's too weird, we don't have to..."

"You're so lovely," he said. "You look like an angel."

She couldn't quite meet his gaze. "You mean, an androgynous angel."

"That's not what I said."

"I guess we just could've tried a strap-on," she said, "but..."

"Show me what you did the last time."

Feeling self-conscious, she took the thing in one hand and tentatively stroked it while he watched. The skin was smooth and dry - then a few drops of moisture slicked it. Maybe this whole thing was a terrible idea. It felt good, but the sensations reminded her of the first time she'd done the spell. It had felt great then, too, but also she had felt guilty and so lonely. She had locked herself in her room and done the spell three times, had stroked herself to orgasm as many times, but it wasn't what she'd wanted. She'd wanted to do it with Tara, to put it inside Tara. Instead she'd done it alone, after Tara broke up with her. When she'd finished, she was exhausted, spent, and not in a nice afterglowy kind of way.

If she continued thinking along these lines, she was going to lose her erection, and the whole thing would be a wash.

"Willow, relax," Giles said, giving her a smile, and he kissed her. "Here, let me try." He wrapped his big hand around her new cock. He stroked her slowly. She was very slick now. Well, he always did make her wet. He took his own cock in his hand and voluptuously rubbed its head against her own, and she gasped.

"Okay," she murmured, "better than a strap-on..." He knelt before her.

He swirled his tongue over the head of her cock. Seeing his chiseled, oh-so-masculine visage in such close proximity to the hard cock did something to her. It grew bigger and harder, and another drop of moisture appeared at the tip. She wanted to see it slide in and out of his mouth. She wanted to shove it in his mouth. But when he licked it from its tip down the shaft with his whole tongue, then back up again, her knees almost buckled, though her legs were braced against the end of the bed.

If she didn't cool down, this was going to be over all too quickly. She was fast gaining respect for the male of the species. Between staying hard and not ejaculating prematurely, it seemed like an awful lot to deal with. Being a girl was easier - you could have an orgasm anytime you felt like it, and still keep going. Giles began another long, torturous lick.

"Stop for a second," she breathed. "Getting too excited already."

He smiled up at her with a feral look she'd never seen him on him before. "You haven't seen anything yet, love."

"So tell me. Have you done this before - sucked a man's cock? I mean, not that I'm a man, but..." She figured he had, back in his bygone Eyghon days. She eyed the tattoo on his forearm. It was sexy. Eyghon hadn't been sexy, to put it mildly, but the tattoo, or rather, his forearm with the tattoo on it, was. Giles had been involved in some kind of bacchanals, orgies, back when he'd had the tattoo done - and after all, there had been only one woman (Diedre, wasn't she?) in that group of friends-who-had-the-orgies. Chances were, they weren't all just doing Diedre over and over in between demonic possessions. "Have you ever been with a man - with men?"

"As a matter of fact, I have." His eyes gleamed. "In my misspent youth, of course. Sucked them off, did other things, too." His voice was different somehow. She imagined him back then, walking on the dark side. Ripper. She remembered how Ethan Rayne had called him that.

"How about Ethan Rayne? Did you do that with him? I guess he might be considered somewhat attractive...in an evil sort of way."

"He sucked my cock," Giles growled. "I fucked his mouth, and then I fucked him."

Her breath quickened. "What was it like?" she asked. Her voice came out small and timid.

"What d'you think it was like? It felt good. It felt bloody fantastic." He reached upwards and cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples. "But not half as good as I'm going to make you feel right now." He took the cock in his mouth.

His mouth enveloped her, so warm and wet - no wonder guys liked this so much. He sucked her with loud wet noises. She began to move her hips. Seeing Giles with his mouth wrapped around her cock, her cock moving in and out - it nearly sent her over the brink. She had to close her eyes for a minute to calm down.

Then she put her hands on the back of his head and thrust into his mouth again and again, first slowly, then faster. Giles is sucking my cock, she thought. I am fucking Giles's mouth. After this, she wanted to fuck him in the ass - but no, she needed his mouth exactly where it was. She wanted it to last forever, but it felt unendurably good. She came with a long, loud moan, her hands clutching his hair. She nearly toppled over, but he grabbed her ass and steadied her. Then he pulled away with a puzzled look. Between her legs, the cock softened, then dissipated in a sparkle of energy.

"What a curious sensation," he said. "The semen just evaporated in my mouth."

"Damn," she said, breathing hard, "there was something else I wanted to try."

"I can well imagine." Giles gazed at her with renewed hunger. He seemed just as transfixed by the return of her usual anatomy as he'd been by the product of the spell - and twice as delighted. He kissed it, as if welcoming it home, and stuck a finger inside. She was drenched already - since, as she knew, it had been her regular anatomy doing the job all along, transmogrified by the spell. "Believe me," he said, "we will definitely be doing that spell again."

Then he was on his feet and kissing her, his tongue in her mouth, his arms around her, his cock pressing against her belly. He pushed her onto the bed and thrust into her. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief that she'd gone on the Pill - she didn't think it would've occurred to him to stop to put on a condom at this point, and there was something so thrilling about letting him take her over this way.

He seemed almost drunk or under some kind of a spell. Clearly something had been unleashed in him. Clearly Ripper had grown up along with Rupert Giles. He pounded into her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Ripper, I love you," she breathed, "I love you so much."

He raised himself on his arms to look at her. His eyes widened. "Willow, you called me..." He looked astonished, but as he stared at her, his face opened up with joy. He kissed her like he wanted to devour her, body and soul. He fucked her harder, deeper, until he arched his back and came soundlessly, his mouth open and contorted. He collapsed on top of her and lay panting. She stroked his hair and smiled up at the ceiling.

Afterwards he held her like something precious and breakable. The lion lies down with the lamb, she thought - but in truth, they both were lions, both lambs. Softly he asked, "Was I too..."

"Too aggressive? Too wild?" He nodded. "You're kidding, right?"

"You liked it, then."

"You know I did. And aside from the fact you got me so excited I was ready to pass out, it makes me glad you'd let me see that side of you. That you trust me enough."

"There's no one I trust more."

That touched her so much, she had no words. So, predictably, she started to talk a lot. "Although I do wonder if you might want to start sleeping with guys, since you seemed to enjoy my penis so much. That would be ironic, huh? I start sleeping with guys again, and then so do you."

He gave her arm a tiny slap. "Oh, yes, there's a terrible danger of that happening." He held her tighter. "It wasn't real. It was a figment - a magical sex toy, if you will. You're what's real, Willow."

She snuggled against him. "You sure do say the nicest things."

"They happen to be true things. But tell me, how did that compare with the other time you did the spell?"

She shook her head. Suddenly she wanted to bury her head under a pillow. "No comparison. I'd wanted to do it with Tara, but she said no. I'm not sure if it was because of the penis thing or the magic thing or maybe both things. Anyway, she would never try it. So when she broke up with me, I thought, Fine. I did it alone in my bed. It felt good, but I kept thinking of how I missed her and how she would disapprove. I felt so alone." She looked at him, listening intently. "But this, with you...I feel closer to you than anyone." Then she heard what she'd said, and her face crumpled. She started to cry.

"Willow, dearest, what's the matter?"

She wiped at her eyes. "It's Tara," she managed to say. "I feel disloyal to Tara. For telling you these things about her and me. For feeling closer to you than anyone. That's stupid, isn't it?"

"I don't think it's stupid at all." He kissed the top of her head. That set her off crying again.

Finally she said, "I loved her so much - but sometimes I felt like I couldn't be myself with her. I feel guilty for feeling like I can show you who I really am, my flaws and messy stuff, my bad stuff. I should have felt that way with her, too. My fault, because of being out of control with the magic? She had always looked at me like I was wonderful, like I was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I was so afraid she might stop looking at me that way. I wanted her to forget the fights, forget what I'd done wrong. I didn't want her to see that side of me."

"Just so we're clear on this," Giles said, "I also happen to think you're the best thing...since sliced bread." Willow smiled, though the tears still threatened to return. "But you've come a long way since you were with Tara. If she had lived, you might have felt differently. You might not have felt the same fear. You simply have no way of knowing."

"It's an understatement to say you've seen me at my worst, Giles. But I'm not afraid with you. Tara - she was so good. It was hard to live up to." Then she saw Giles's nonplussed expression, and she burst out laughing. "Giles, I didn't mean to imply - you're such a good man! You are." She hugged him. "But you've also been through some pretty dark stuff. And okay, you never tried to end the world, but still." She caressed his forearm with the tattoo on it. She bent and kissed, not the tattoo itself, but just higher up on his arm.

He was smiling. Good, she hadn't insulted him too much.

"And maybe there are things you and I don't understand about each other," she went on, "because you're older and I'm younger - "

"For example, you don't happen to share my fond memories of the Mesozoic era?"

"Very funny. Or because you're a man and I'm a woman - although I think I gained a few insights into guyness today. But in the important ways, we get each other - and more and more, all the time. I think you get me more than anyone I've ever known."

"I feel the same way, Willow."

"But it makes me feel like - yay for us, we get the benefits, but Tara, she's just gone. And it isn't fair."

Giles gave a weary sigh. "You wish Tara were still alive. So do I. You're saying that in spite of that tragedy, or even because of it, you and I are together. And if she had lived - who knows. Chances are you'd be with her, and I'd be alone, or with someone else. It's a complicated set of circumstances."

She hated the look of dismay that had just settled onto his face - she'd put it there. And the thought of Giles alone, or with anyone else, made her stomach do a back flip. Something shifted in her, came into focus. "But it's simple, too. Much as I'll always love Tara, I can't live in the past - and I wouldn't want to." Again she stopped, hearing herself, but this time she smiled. She took both his hands in hers. "Giles, I wouldn't want to."

He looked as if he barely dared believe what she'd said. "Do you mean that?"

"I do." She was nodding a lot. "I really, really do!"

He looked down, shyly, then looked at her again with increasing wonderment.

"Rupert, did you think I would never feel that way?"

"I'm not sure," he said, and there was pain in his smile, pain that could go away now, she would see that it did. "I hoped you would, given time."

She kissed him. She had thought she would hang on forever, hold on to her perfect love, the one that was gone - but she felt herself let go of Tara. Tara, sweetie, it's time, she said to herself. Goodbye.

***

They lay in each other's arms awhile, then they showered and dressed to go to Xander's for dinner. Xander's and Andrew's, Willow corrected herself. It was hard to believe the two of them were roommates, and that Xander didn't want to kill Andrew on a regular basis, but the two of them had bonded somehow, after that final battle in Sunnydale.

Buffy and Dawn would be there tonight. Willow imagined one of them asking: "So, what'd you two do today?" Oh, she imagined replying, I conjured up a penis...

When she'd got dressed and put on a little makeup, she went into the living room and found Giles sitting in a chair with his acoustic guitar. He idly strummed it, played little riffs.

"What's this?" she asked. She was always asking him to play for her, but he usually put her off.

"We have a few minutes before we have to leave," he said. "I'll play something for you, if you like."

"Oh, good!" She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. "Does that mean I get to be your groupie?"

He flashed a little self-mocking smile. "My one and only."

"Lucky me!" She sat on the sofa and waited, watching him. Yep, Giles with a guitar - definitely sexy. She grinned. She could hardly wait for him to start singing.

"Let me see, what shall I play...oh, I know." In his rich, gorgeous voice that felt like honey sliding through her, he began: "The warmth of your love's like the warmth of the sun, and this will be our year, took a long time to come."

She swooned a bit, like that time at the Espresso Pump years ago, but different. For one thing, now she knew just how swoon-worthy Rupert Giles really was. Back then, Tara had been with her. Willow smiled, remembering her sweet Tara. Now Giles was singing to her. He was actually serenading her, and it was such a beautiful song. When he'd finished, she applauded madly and jumped up to kiss him. Although then he told her the song was originally by a group called The Zombies, which seemed a bit like tempting fate, what with living on a Hellmouth and all. "Were they?" she asked.

"Were they what?" He balanced his guitar against the wall.

"Zombies."

He was hunting for the car keys. "No...at least not to the best of my knowledge. I don't think zombies can sing. Generally they can barely speak." He found the keys on the living room table, in between two short piles of books, and grabbed them.

"That's good. I'd just as soon not have to deal with any zombies right now. Oh, and just so you know, I love it when you sing to me, Giles."

He took her hand and kissed it. "I promise to do my best to make this evening zombie-free."

They went out into the night to meet their friends. It had been quite a day, Willow thought, and the spell had really been the least of it.

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