Dedicated: To sk8eeyore
Challenge: "Library spanking; much tenderness. No dominant/submissive stuff (it's important to me that it be really playful and loving, though still very hot, of course!)"
Preferred rating: R or NC-17
Author's Notes: Takes place during BtVS S3, sometime after "Band Candy." Standalone story set in the Little Savage/Wrapped Up in Books verse.
"Giles? I need to tell you something."
It was after school, and they were alone in the library. They sat across the table from each other, Willow reading history homework, Giles doing research on any of a number of dangerous but not momentarily pressing evil threats.
He looked up from the musty old book with an absent grin, as if pleasantly surprised to find her there. "Yes, dearest?"
"Giles, I snuck a look at the Marenschadt text. Isn't that naughty of me?"
His brow crinkled, and he took off his glasses. "Willow, I know you looked at the Marenschadt text. I took it down from the top shelf at your request."
"Yes, I know, but..." They had been together over a year, done things together she'd barely let herself imagine she'd get to do with anyone, much less with someone as wonderful as Giles. But there was still that backlog of shyness in her, from those years of being undesired, rejected by Xander. Sometimes it was still hard for her to ask for what she wanted. Sometimes she'd ask for it slant, like that Emily Dickinson poem said. But Giles didn't seem to be getting the message.
"Sweetheart, we perused that volume together, just a few days ago. Surely you remember that."
"I know, but...work with me here, Giles. I dared to look at magical secrets. Isn't that bad of me? Doesn't it make you wanna..."
"Want to what?"
Her face went all hot. She forced herself to get the words out. "You know, punish me. Because of how bad I am?"
"You know, you could spank me!" The words came out a lot louder than she'd expected - they reverberated through the thankfully empty library. "As for example," she added sheepishly.
"Ah." He smiled. "Is that what all this is about?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, how come the only time you wanted to spank me was that time you ate the band candy?"
His smile deepened. "You enjoyed it when I did that, did you?"
"I like everything you do to me," she whispered.
"I'm glad. It's just that I never want to hurt you. I don't want to be too rough."
Her heart began to pound. "Rough is nice, Giles. I mean, with you, it is."
He took her hand and led her into his office. He locked the door, drew the blinds. Then he just stood there looking at her, his face all serious and sexy. At last he said, very quietly, "You've been a very wicked girl, Willow. Sneaking a look at the Marenschadt text is a serious offense. I'm going to punish you now."
She managed to keep herself from saying: Oh good! Her stomach felt tight and fluttery.
"Bend over my desk," he said.
"Okay." She wished she could say it all sexy, but it came out like a yelp. Sometimes, even after being with him for so long, she wondered what he could possibly see in her. It was like a miracle, still, that he wanted her.
She leaned over the desk. She felt him lift her skirt, pull down her stockings and panties. His hands caressed her ass. She let out a sigh.
"Beautiful," he murmured, stroking her. His hands were warm and sure and strong. She arched into his touch. For a moment she thought he'd forgotten about the spanking scenario, since this sure couldn't be construed as any kind of punishment.
Then he took his hands away. She waited for what felt like a long time. Then, softly, his palm came down on her bottom.
"Such a wicked girl," he said. "Reading the Marenschadt text. And that's not the worst of it." He spanked her again, still lightly. "Such a naughty girl, wanting to be spanked." This time his hand came down with a little more force. "Enticing me." His hand, harder. "Making me hard."
"Oh god," she breathed.
His hand moved between her legs, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear: "Such a wicked girl, so wet for me. Always so wet..."
She moved against his hand. Suddenly the spanking wasn't enough. "Giles...need you..."
His fingers slid inside her, and still his voice caressed her, "Pleading to be fucked. Always so hungry for me...insatiable. I can fuck her all night and still she wants me in the library, in my office. She'd do it anywhere." His fingers twisted in her, and with his other hand he spanked her hard, making her sting and throb. "Isn't that right?"
"Anywhere," she gasped. "Anywhere with you, Giles...anything...do anything..."
Suddenly his fingers were gone, no more touching, no spanking.
She whimpered. "Giles, where'd you..." Then came the blessed sound of his zipper. She felt him poised at her opening. "Please, Giles..."
He shoved inside her, and she stifled a moan.
"Fuck, yes," he whispered. "Look what you're making me do...naughty girl, making me fuck you..." His fingers stroked her as he pumped inside her.
"Yeah," she said, "you better fuck me." She didn't know where that came from, but it felt good to say it, felt powerful. He slammed into her harder, deeper.
"Anything you want," he muttered raggedly, "everything for you, Willow..."
She could tell he was close - and so was she. "Yeah, do it," she grunted. "Don't you dare stop." It was her own demanding voice, as much as what he was doing to her, that made her explode.
"Yes, Willow...you're going to make me come..." he whispered against her ear, and he shoved into her one more time and gasped.
Afterwards they sat together in his chair, she on his lap - her bottom a little sore from the spanking, but just enough to remind her deliciously of what had happened. He kissed her tenderly. "You were so...imperious," he murmured, and he smiled.
"So were you." She ducked her head. She felt a little shy, but also proud of herself. She lifted her head and claimed a long, languorous kiss.
His beautiful green eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction. Slowly he stroked her hair. "My imperious Willow...my love."
She hadn't known she had that imperious girl in her. Finding that girl's voice felt as powerful as magic. Sometimes being able to say straight out what you wanted was the best thing ever.