Author's Notes: Takes place after S7 "The Killer in Me."
Disclaimer: Joss said to write fanfic!
She was sitting on the bed drinking a cup of tea when he looked in. "Anything happen while the girls and I were away?"
"Nothing much. Except I kissed Kennedy and turned into Warren."
He walked towards her. "Are you all right? Your powers - "
"It was guilt over Tara. But it wasn't my magic, it was Amy's." She put the cup on the nightstand. "How was the vision quest?"
"Xander, Anya, Dawn and Andrew tackled me. They feared I was the First."
"What?" She leapt to her feet.
"They couldn't remember my touching anything, or hugging anyone, since I got here." He was hugging himself. She looked up into his face, and his arms fell to his sides. "Go ahead - have a feel. Everyone else has."
Slowly she brought her hand up to his shoulder and pressed just slightly, as though she feared her hand would go straight through. Then she smiled. "Oh good - it's still you." She put her arms around him, hugged him tight. He held his breath, then his arms went round her. "Yep, definitely corporeal," she murmured. He began to tremble. "Giles?"
His face was wet. "Council," he managed to say.
"God, I'm so sorry, Giles."
"We've really been through it, you and I."
"You mean, no one's hugged you since you got here? That doesn't seem right." She squeezed him again, and he smiled.
When he kissed her, she didn't turn into anyone else. In fact, both of them began to feel more like themselves than they had in a long time.
Later, in her bed, she kept touching him, stroking his skin. That seemed to be what he needed. He looked more relaxed than he'd seemed since he'd arrived with the Potentials.
"Yep, really corporeal," she whispered into his shoulder, and he gave a laugh. She grinned. "You really needed that hug, didn't you?"
He kissed her. "I think perhaps it was you I needed."
Her smile faded. "That works out, because I've never not needed you." They kissed again. "Although I am feeling like a bit of a slut. I kissed Kennedy yesterday. And now, here I am..." She snuggled closer. "With her, I felt so guilty, and turned into Warren. But with you, it just...seems good. I guess because you've always been here."
She took his hand and placed it over her heart.
"Oh," he said. "There."
"Is that all right?"
His eyes were younger than she'd seen them in years, maybe ever. He looked a trifle bewildered, as though he'd been dropped from a great height onto the bed. Then he was kissing her hungrily, his hands all over her. "Touch me," he muttered as he kissed her neck, her shoulder. "Please don't stop."
There was a knock on the door. "Willow?"
"Oh shit," she whispered. Giles was on top of her. He didn't stop moving.
"Willow, are you okay?"
"Yes, Kennedy, I'm fine!" she chirped. He smothered a laugh against her neck, and she shushed him.
Kennedy tried the door. Thankfully they'd remembered to lock it. "Hey, the door's locked."
Giles brushed his lips across hers. His tongue teased her lips, slid inside her mouth.
"Want some company?" Kennedy wheedled. Giles kept kissing her, fucking her.
"Not right now...I'm...busy..." She tried not to moan.
"You're...busy lying down?"
"Doesn't take a genius to figure that one out," he chortled into her ear, and she shushed him again.
"We'll talk later," she yelled.
"Okay..." Kennedy sounded dubious, but apparently she left.
"Wow, she really is going to hate me," Willow said.
Giles grinned fiercely. "Right now I don't much care...about anything but this." He shoved in deeper, and she gasped.
I don't care either, she thought, her arms tight around him. Maybe she really was a slut. But she didn't think so.