EDIT: After "completing" the story and giving myself some time to work on my others, I came back to this and realized that I did not write it the way I had originally envisioned. Mainly the part about it being Willow/Ripper. So I'm rewriting it. Not too many changes, but it matters to me so here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I'm a shipper of Willow and Giles. I like the pairing. It's cute and awkward. Unless of course, Ripper comes into the mix. Then it becomes spicy. (Yes, I did just say that.)

The idea of this story was greatly inspired by Blame the Candy by Rippertish. (so if you see the parallels… that's why) It's a great story and you should definitely read it. I just happen to like this ship better than with Buffy.

So for this story, which takes place in Band Candy, I'm going to change a few details to make it fit my agenda, but I will do my best to keep it canon in all other aspects. Also, this will be my first (and probably last) Buffy fic. You have been warned.

The story begins the day after Buffy lies to her mom and Giles to go visit with Angel.

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For some reason when Rupert Giles woke up that morning, he was in a good mood. Now, this wasn't an unusual thing for him, but there was something… off… about this euphoria. But as he went about he way getting ready for work, he soon forgot about his worries, and succumbed to the strange happiness. Opening a chocolate bar, he hopped into his car, and took off.

The closer he got to Sunnydale High, the less he wanted to go in. He really didn't want to substitute. Hell, he didn't even want to be the librarian today. The more reasonable side of his brain (the side that was slowly fading away) kept him driving there anyway, all the while he was having a silent debate with himself. To play hooky, or not to play?

With each bite of the chocolate bar he bought from his slayer, the more he wanted to just turn around and go home. By the time he'd finished the candy bar, he was already in the school parking lot, so he settled on sneaking in unannounced, and hiding out in the library for the day.

He was able to slip past Snyder in the halls, and into the library, where he disappeared into his office without turning on any of the lights.

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The students' of the classroom found their attention brought to the front of the class as Mrs. Barton... not Mr. Giles, entered the classroom, clapping her hands.

"Hey!" She called. "We're all stuck here, okay? So now let's just sit quietly and pretend we're reading something until we're really sure that old commandant Snyder's gone. Then we're all out of here!" She grinned and the students nodded in agreement.

"Does anyone else want to marry Mrs. Barton?" Xander asked. Surprise evident on his face and in his voice.

"Get in line." Cordelia replied.

"I guess Giles isn't coming?" Willow asked. Confusion or worry etched on her face for a moment.

"Guess not." Buffy replied.

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Back in a dark corner of his office, Ripper was sitting on a couch, sipping a rather full glass of scotch, and taking puffs from a cigarette. He had found a box of some of his old records that had found its way here instead of his house. He popped one of the disks into a player and let the sweet sound of rock fade into the background.

Later, he heard a sound coming from the library. Reflexively his whole body became tense, preparing for an attack. But then he recognized the noise as one of the computers booting up. Slowly, he walked to the door of his office and looked out to see Willow, leaning over a computer.

For a moment he just stared. His gaze traveled slowly up her legs, to her skirt. Anyone could see that he was outright staring at her bottom. And by the time he realized he could actually see up the skirt, if he only leaned down just a teeny tiny bit…

Willow turned around and spotted him in the doorway. "Giles, you scared me!"

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By the time school let out, most of the teachers were long gone, off to do their own thing. So when Willow, Xander and Buffy entered the library to find it dark and deserted, they figured that Giles had followed the crowd.

"I'm going to stop by his house and see if he's there." Buffy said, turning to leave. "You guys coming?"

Xander confirmed but Willow had other plans. "No, I think I'll just stay here for a bit." Willow replied. "There's a spell I'm trying to learn. I'll catch up with you later at the Bronze."

"Okay, see ya Will." They called over their shoulder as they exited the library.

Willow flipped on the light, and the room was bathed in the glow, almost like a completely different room. She then walked over to one of the computers and sat down at it, waiting for it to boot up before typing away.

After a few minutes, she noticed that something was… different. Not to say anything was wrong, but… was that cigarette smoke she was smelling? That certainly didn't belong in a library. She realized she could faintly hear music. Has it been playing the whole time? That didn't belong in a library either.

She looked around and visibly jumped when she saw the shadow of someone standing in the doorway to Giles' office, watching her intently and taking drags from his cigarette. She relaxed when she realized who it was.

"Giles, you scared me!"

"Sorry about that, Willow, what are you doing here?" Another puff of smoke trailed behind him this time as he walked over to the computers. There was a bar of the band candy sticking out of his back pocket, already opened.

"I was… Giles are you okay?" Willow asked, now that she could see him more clearly, she could tell something was off.

"Never been better." He said with a grin unlike any he'd worn before. He turned and leaned against one of the tables, resting his hands on the edge of the wood. "Why do you ask?" For the first time since she'd met him, he wasn't wearing the usual suit and tie. He was in jeans and a plain button-up shirt that in her opinion, was too tight. Also his hair was tousled as if he'd never heard of a brush, and…

"You're smoking for one." She gestured to his hand where the cigarette was dropping ash onto the floor. "And you look like you just rolled out of bed." She watched as he took the candy bar from his back pocket and bit off a piece, thinking nothing of it. "Did you sleep okay? Maybe you should go lie down, or eat something."

"I'm fine, really." He insisted before looking her up and down. "Though I could definitely eat something."

"Well if… w-what?" Her face paled as his words finally sunk in.

"What are you working on there?" He asked, gesturing to the computer where she'd been browsing wiccan websites.

"Working on… right," She turned and walked back to her seat. "I was floating a pencil yesterday- well trying to- but I was just looking for some tips on staying focused, and building my stamina so I can keep going for longer."

"Stamina…." Giles repeated, and Willow whirled around to find him standing behind her. Like, right behind her. She tried to back up a bit, but the edge of the wooden table pressed agains the back of her legs. He was looking over her shoulder to the screen behind her, nodding as if agreeing to something. "Focus is harder to control than you would think, but it can be done. Stamina on the other hand," He leaned closer, eyes still trained on the computer behind her. She had to lean back, and by the time he rested both hands on the table, on either side of her hips, she was practically sitting on the table. His broad chest inches from her face.

The only thing that kept her from jumping up was… well, him really. But she was more focused on the quiet voice and the soft breath across the shell of her ear. "Stamina is more about how far you are willing to… push yourself."

Willow let out a shaky breath as she realized how very real the situation was. Pink spreading across her cheeks, and her body temperature rising.

Back when Mr. Giles had first come to Sunnydale High, Willow had harbored a small crush for the quirky librarian. Nothing serious like tacking his name onto hers or fantasizing about having his children or anything. Just a harmless schoolgirl crush.

But as time went by, those feelings were quickly forgotten, and she found herself in a happy routine, even if she was risking her life every day to fight vampires or demons of some kind. She wouldn't have her life any other way.

But now, with him only a few centimeters away, that lost simple crush, came back tenfold. Leaving the confused girl torn, between greedily giving into the moment, and running terrified from it. She swallowed hard and met his eyes. Have they always been so… green?

"What do you think, hmm?" He asked as he leaned in even closer. "How far can you be pushed?"

"Uhh…" She said between ragged breaths. She didn't get a chance to finish. A pair of lips brushed lightly against her neck, softly at first and she almost couldn't believe it, but they became more firm and urgent, causing all of her thoughts to dissolve.

Swallowing hard, she reached both hands up to rest on his shoulders, and tilted her head back to give him better access. The fact that this was Giles, didn't even seem register anymore.

But he didn't seem to care either. Both hands brushed along her thighs before resting on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Then one found its way underneath her skirt, lightly brushing her skin. It sent a wave of goosebumps over her, and shivers down her spine.

A soft whimper escaped her lips. "Gi-" The rest of his name lost as his lips captured hers. The first thing she noticed was a smoky taste. And something that burned slightly as his lips moved against hers. Later it would be identified as the scotch he had been sipping before he heard one of the computers being turned on in the library.

He captured her lower lip between his teeth, running his tongue along it and…

His quick reflexes were the only thing that saved her from cracking her skull on the table as her knees wobbled and gave way.

"Whoops." Giles said with a hint of amusement, grabbing her by the waist and sitting her on the table. "Sorry 'bout that." He lifted her chin to look into her eyes,- her face completely flushed now- but they were closed. "You alright there, Love?" He asked.

She nodded slowly, opening her eyes and landing her confused gaze on him. Is this really Giles? She wondered. It looks like Giles. It smells like- Oh god, he smells… "…delicious." She breathed.

"Why, yes. Yes you are." He smiled and captured her lips in a other kiss.

After a few seconds though, she managed to break it off. "A-are you… are you really… Giles?"

"The one and only." He confirmed brushing a hand up and down her side, making it hard to keep her mind on track. "But you can call me Ripper."

"But-what's going on then? Why aren't you being… you know, Giles?"

"Because right now, I'm Ripper." He answered in a husky voice, before burying his face in the crook of her neck. She barely heard him add "…and Ripper wants to play."

She was almost lost in blind pleasure, but at the moment, her mind was less clouded than his. "Buffy…" She panted. "She.. she's looking for you."

"She can wait," he replied as he pulled her closer, intending to lift her up. "I think you'll agree that we have more important matters to attend to, yes?" Both of his hands wedged underneath her thighs to grab her ass.

Yes, yes YES a million times, yes! But instead, as he lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist, she shook her head. "No, we can't, I-" She was cut off by another searing kiss, as he started to carry her. She didn't know where he was taking her until he slammed her into one of the tables- the very one the 'scoobies' regularly sat at- as his hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto it. Without breaking their kiss, he let go of her legs and ran a hand up her shirt. She moaned into his lips, arching her back as he brushed his fingers over the bare skin of her breast. Goosebumps broke out everywhere he touched her. Then the thought crossed her mind, trying to bring her back to reality: This was still Giles. One of her teachers for christ's sake! Someone she had great respect for..

Someone I've wanted… She couldn't finish the thought. Partly because she didn't want to admit that she did want this, but mostly because the sensation of having ones panties being ripped from their hips, is enough to bring them to attention. The cloth was ripped in several places- she would never be able to wear them again- and quickly thrown aside.

His hands roaming over the exposed skin of her ass. When his fingers flicked at her sensitive slit, she gasped sharply and tried to jerk away from him.

He only tightened his hold around her much smaller frame and said in a gravely voice "Not to worry, Love. I'm going to take good care of you." Then sank his teeth into her neck, scraping them along the soft skin. Her whole body shivered and she involuntarily moaned as he leaned over her on the table onto her back.

She was having trouble concentrating through the fog of pleasure. His fingers moving back and forth between her legs made her forget about everything else as her hips jerked up to meet his hand. She forgot that this was incredibly wrong. She forgot that he was nearly twice her age. Worst of all, she forgot about Oz… and Xander. Buffy, Sunnydale… even the library around them, seemed to fade away until it was just the two of them.

Finally giving in to herself (and to him), she gripped the front of his shirt with shaking hands, pulled him closer to her and into a timid kiss. He seemed to notice the change, and his fingers disappeared, leaving her with a craving for him to continue. She heard what could only be the zipper of his pants, and knew immediately where the situation was headed.

She was innocent, not ignorant. At least she was for now. He pulled her sweater over her shoulders- her undershirt going with it- and yanked his pants down as best as he could with only one hand. She tried working the buttons on his shirt, but stopped after the third one when she felt his bulge pressing into her wet core, soaking his briefs. The sensation caused her to moan again, grabbing at his hips. Where has this Giles been this whole time? She wondered as he relieved himself of his own underwear, and positioned his already erect shaft at her opening.

In a single swift motion he slid inside of her and met her barrier, which was immediately breached with a muffled squelch. Willow couldn't help but cry out. Tears prickling at her eyes as she choked on the scream. It didn't matter though, the entire building was empty by now.

He really did it. She thought disbelievingly, gasping in shock. This can't be real. I'm dreaming!

Then he began to move his hips slowly against hers, thrusting rhythmically. The friction it caused inside of her drowned out all other thoughts. Her legs immediately locked around his hips pulling him closer, her small fingers now tangled in his hair as his lips went to teasing at her breast. A dull aching pressure began to build in her abdomen, and all she could think about was how much she needed this. He began to speed up and the whole table jolted and creaked every time he pounded into her. After a while they were both breathing heavily, she could feel him everywhere in and outside of her. It was strange- she never knew that such pain could also be so blissful.

Then he stopped suddenly and pulled away. She was annoyed that he'd stopped, and confused. He couldn't be done already could he?

"Turn over." He rasped, voice thick and dark. She did as he asked without a second thought, and he pushed her back onto the table, only now lying on her front. Re-entering, he continued to thrust, harder this time.

He nearly lost it when he heard her panting encouragement. Gripping the curves of her hips tighter than he could help, pulling them against his own. "Why.. haven't we.. done this.. before?" He growled.

She was feeling more pain than pleasure this time, he wasn't as concerned about her as he was when he began. But in all the pain she could feel the promises of pure bliss building on the horizon, all he had to do was get her there. All she had to do was hold out.

She endured it, biting down on her lip when each thrust was a sharp pain, but before she could reach it, he gave a final thrust of his hips that sent one of the lamps shattering to the floor. He came, releasing himself inside the young girl before he slid to the floor, dragging her down with him.

They lay there half-naked on the floor in a layer of sweat as they both caught their breath. While he was almost numb with bliss, she was frustrated and left with a feeling of being uncomfortable in ones own skin, having being denied her release. She was about to turn to him, straddle his hips and demand that he finish what he started, but when she shifted she realized that her body was in no condition for another round.

She hissed and stiffened, trying to restrict her movements. It felt like broken glass was slicing up her insides every time she moved. There was red smeared in between her thighs and places on the table and floor, as well as on… him. With a sense of dread she realized it was her own blood.

"You were something else." She heard him say before he leaned in close and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back for all of two seconds before her eyes snapped open and she pushed him roughly away.

"What?" He gave her a curious expression while she blushed and chewed her lip nervously. They sat looking at each other that way for a beat. The two. Then-

"I have to go." Willow said quietly, inching away from him before standing up and searching for the rest of her clothes. Her sweater and shirt were still together so that she could put both on at the same time. She reached for her panties, but decided to forgo the underwear when she saw that they were more ripped rags than clothes now.

"What's the rush?" Ripper called pulling up his pants as she hurried around looking for her shoes which had come off at some point. "Fun's just getting started." He zipped himself up and watched her with a boyish smile.

She only found one of her shoes and after unsuccessfully searching under the tables for the other, she just dropped the first one, and walked out of the library, leaving her bag as well.

Giles, was shocked when she simply walked out. "Wait!" He called as the doors closed behind her. He hurried after her but when he got out into the hallway, she was nowhere in sight. Though there was a trail made up of a few drops of blood every few feet that went down the hallway and out of sight.

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A.N.: I thought the story needed to be rewritten and fleshed out in a lot of places, so I have decided to rewrite it. Hopefully for the better.