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-MelRose4
-MMWillow13
Willow wasn't quite sure when she'd fallen asleep, but the room was dark. A blanket had been tucked around her, in a manner that hadn't been done since she was a child. The hand that rested just above her knee was all the comfort she would ever need. She knew who it was by her side. Although he wasn't fully cuddled up tp her, she felt as if he was.
"Go back to sleep Willow." His voice was rough and sleep laced. She couldn't even open her eyes without him worrying about her. He was just so in tuned to her, that he felt everything she felt. From emotions to mere actions.
Willow moaned, "I can't sleep." She told him truthfully. She knew there was a reason she had awoken; she just wasn't quite sure what that was.
"Shh, I know." Of course he did. His hand started to knead above her knee, and it had no affect. It was one of those nights that this didn't work. The only other way he could soothe her was more intimate than this one, and she knew he tried to avoid this. In fear that she would close off; be frightened. But she wouldn't be; her body was to used to him for her to be even close to frightened.
Giles' hand moved from above her knee to her neck; she could feel his hesitation. When his hand started to knead there, she sighed in apporval. Feeling her muscles give in, and relax. It wasn't until his hand wander slowly up into her hair that she felt tired. His fingers softly massaged patterns into her scaplt; her yawn was not missed by the older man. It wasn't long until he felt her body slack into sleep; her soft snores emitting. He did not stop for a few minutes.
When Giles removed his hand, and sighed to himself. Willing unwanted thoughts to go away. He removed himself from the bed, as quietly as possible. Moving to his own just across the room. She was young, tainted by evil, but young. And he was old, an old man who was lost to evil in some ways. He could never let himself get close to her.
But he did; every single day.
It was Willow, and he loved everything about her. The way her red hair shined in the sun. How her eyes sparkled with slight happiness every time she smiled. How she got nervous at the most inconvenient moments. When she refused to say anything out of stubbornness. Hell, he loved her when she was mad. He could no longer mistake these feelings for a father to a daughter. Not when he watched everything she did in a interest that was no where near what a fathers should be.
Giles noticed he still had some scotch left in his glass, and he downed it in one gulp. Shaking his head after wards. What was getting drunk going to help? He was just going to be hung over in the morning, and Willow would worry over him. Sometimes the liquor just fueled his fantasies. So leaving the scotch bottle behind, he slipped in his own bed. Following his witch into sleep.
Willow awoke an hour later, realizing that the bed was less warm than it usually was. She'd awoken a few times lately to find him gone; his scent the only thing left. She could never get a full nights sleep without the man sleeping beside her. She knew it was wrong; but even she couldn't help unwanted feelings.
Giles was refreshing, and she'd forgotten how good it felt to be held by a man. His muscles straining around her. The last man had been Oz, and than came Tara. She had been so sure she was gay, and now she wasn't. How could these unwanted thoughts come up if she was gay? Was it possible that magic and evil tainted her so far that she looked through the outside of someone; and into the actual person themselves? Their personalities mattering the most to her. It had to be, otherwise why was she thinking like this?
But Giles had this affect on her. She loved his smile, and the way his eyes lit up when he laughed. She loved his crows feet. She loved his soft belly and hard arms. She loved the way he whispered in her ear to calm her down; making them the only ones in this world. She loved how he smell. She even loved that strange clucking sound he made with his tongue when he was irritated. It seemed that her teenage crushed had bloomed into something even deeper.
Giles her thoughts, "I can hear you thinking." His voice was groggy, and she heard him shuffle across the room.
"How do you do that?" She asked quietly, just above a whisper. His chuckle vibrated off the walls, and she couldn't help but smile. How did he have such an affect on her? "Stop reading my mind." she joked with him, but suddenly hoping he couldn't. What an embarrassing thing for him to know.
"We've been bonded by magic, we can sense everything going on with each other...well almost everything." He said the last bit in benefit for himself, what if she knew what he was thinking? Would she ever let him get close again? He was an old man, and besides, wasn't she gay? "I know when your sleeping and when your not."
"Okay Santa Claus," She scooted her body over slightly, letting him join her on the bed. She felt the bed dip, and he body just relaxed being close to this older man. "But I think I've been bad this year."
"Nah." His voice was closer to her ear this time, and his breath tickled. "Your good far outweighs the bad." He was dead serious, and she felt relaxed because of it. "Go to sleep." Those were the last words she heard before drifting back off to sleep.
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- Josie
