Title: Rose Tinted Holiday (1/1) Author: Meredian Email: mere_dythe@hotmail.com Summary: Follow up to part of my "Holidays" fic. Disclaimer: The people belong to Joss, m’kay? The music belongs to… um… Tchiakovsky, I guess. (Like I even spelled that right… sheesh) Rated: NC: 17 Content: Willow/Giles Notes: I liked my "Holidays" piece, and am going to try and do a follow up for each. I think I was channeling KatieV in this one… had the whole glitter/sparkle in my mind the whole time. ------------------------They glided slowly, like water, against the carpet, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her eyes meeting his. Willow’s lips parted, their soft pinkness glistening with moisture. Her skin glowed in the light of a thousand Christmas bulbs reflecting off of rose and silver glass.
The soft sounds of the "Pas De Deux" from the Nutcracker Suite filled the room, echoing through the apartment’s love, carried on the fire heated air. As Giles’ lips softly kissed Willow’s neck, her collarbone, with petal soft touches, she sighed. The heat of the fire seemed to be contained in his kisses. Her hands slid along his back, brushing at the soft cotton of his shirt.
Pulling away from her body, Giles began to unbutton his top, sliding the white sleeves off of his arms. Standing up, he undid his trousers, letting them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, he pushed his boxers off quickly. Willow sat, a bit in awe, looking at his lean body with a silent wonder. It wasn’t the first time they had been together, but the sight of him never failed to take her breath away. Her hands trembling some, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, slowly pushing the jade silk away. As her shirt fell to the floor, she undid the clasp of her bra, sliding the lace off of her small breasts. She could feel Giles’ eyes on her, on the glints of fire light sparkling across her skin. His gaze warmed her, could melt snow if needed.
Looking up, she softly whispered, "Rupert?" Reaching up her hands, she accepted his assistance in standing up. Once she steadied on her feet, she reached for the zipper of her skirt. Her lover’s hands slid over hers, moving as she did, covering her tiny fingers with his warm as she opened the zipper. Their eyes locked, hints of light buried within, a smoky gaze that seemed to go on forever. His palms caressed the soft tops of her hands as she pushed her skirt, tights, and panties down off of her hips. As they hit the floor in a fluffy crumple, she stepped out, her bare feet making no sound on the carpet. Their hands clasped, their eyes molded to each other, they stood, immersed in the waves of tranquillity that seemed to be pouring from the cheery Christmas tree and the burbling fire.
Willow felt the familiar blush creep onto her chest, lighting her up delightfully. As she stared at her lover, he spoke softly, "Willow?"
"Yes," she murmured, barely audible, sighing happily.
And they came together, skin against skin, lips against lips, sinking to the floor in an ocean of fire light. His fingers traveled slowly across her bare skin, bringing goose bumps that were not caused by a chill. Their mouths met heatedly, tongues dancing a slow and tempestuous tango in their mouths. Willow raised up on her tiptoes, curling her fingers in his hair, caught up in the kiss.
They walked, as one person, over to the couch, their eyes never leaving each other. He leaned her back slowly, his palms supporting the small of her back as he rested her on the couch’s smooth surface. Moving his body on top of hers, supporting himself with one arms, Giles began kissing a trail down her jawline. His free hand entangled itself in her bright hair, sliding through the silky waves. Willow leaned her head back, pressing herself into the soft cushions, gasping slightly as she felt his hardness touching between her thighs. Opening her mouth, the warm air of the room flooding her lungs, she found the energy to whisper softly to Giles, "I’m ready…"
He was more than willing. As she felt her nether lips being parted by his shaft, she whimpered softly in delight. He slid into her slowly, completely, filling her need. She dug her short nails into his back, arching up slightly, moaning in delight. As he began to pump in and out of her, slowly, reservedly, her breath began to speed. It was too slow for the little red head. Hissing slightly, she moaned a loud "Faster…"
He complied, letting out a small grunt of pleasure, pounding in and out of her, racing towards that climax they both sought. She let out a cry, reaching orgasm, the walls of her vagina clenching as she shook with pleasure. That was enough to send Giles over the edge: the librarian came inside of her, spraying her insides pleasantly with his hot juices. He slumped over her, his face sweaty, his eyes dazed but happy. As he pulled out, the two tumbled together on the couch, a tangle of legs and arms.
Smiling softly into her lover’s face, Willow happiness shone through like sunshine. "Thank you for showing me Christmas, Rupert."
"My pleasure, Willow."