Sequel to: A Girl Like You
Couple: Willow/Graham
Rating: M (Because Willow and Graham seem to have a lot of meaningful conversations while partially or totally naked)
Disclaimer: I don't own them... Joss does. More's the pity. I'd treat Spike with more respect than he's been getting lately... and give everyone more sexual exploits than they get now on the show. The song was written by, Johnny Mercer and Harold Arlen, but is copyrighted to Chappell & Co., Inc. Spoilers: Season Four Stuff, set during and after "Where The Wild Things Are"
Summary: Willow and Graham have a secret affair... it's getting to them both.
Note: I found the lyrics at The Frank Sinatra Songbook
Note 2: Yes, another W/Gr songfic from me! I swear these things help me with overcoming my writer's block! Really, they do!
Note 3: Alright, I caved! Despite claiming that "A Girl Like You" would not be a series... I wrote a sequel. This one is way more upbeat... and there's Flirty!Willow in it. I thought she was contained in "Hunting Grounds", but it looks like she wanted to come out to play here... Enjoy!
Note 4: Song lyrics were between the /
Note 5: As always, thoughts are within the >
Dedication: To everyone who managed to talk me into writing a sequel... you know who you are!
/Lyrics were here./
Graham Miller snuck looks at her from across the room. He was much less obvious about watching the group of teenagers than his friend, and commanding officer, Riley Finn was being. God! He and Buffy might as well leave the party now. They're not paying attention to anything but each other anyway. It's like I said last night, "Slaves to the rhythm".
He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them to see a pair of emerald green ones looking his way. God, Scarlett! Don't look at me like that. No, wait, keep looking at me like that! Graham smirked at Willow as he observed Buffy making her way across the party.
She raised an eyebrow in return, her message clear. He nodded in response, but waited until after Riley and Buffy had made a flimsy excuse to leave. He turned to Forrest and said, "And I'm the one who got a "D" in Covert Ops." Forrest nodded his head in agreement and they went back to their beer. Not that I'd get the same grade now. I mean I've successfully had a secret relationship with one of the Slayer's gang, and the only person who even suspects anything is a retired Librarian. Graham snorted and went back to his Willow-watching.
/Lyrics were here./
Graham was walking along the corridor to his meeting place with Willow, when she came barreling out of the bathroom. He pushed her away from him and looked down into her shocked face, "Scarlett?" Her eyes just got bigger and his anxiousness rose. "Willow? What happened? What did you see?"
Willow's eyes finally rose to meet his and she spoke, her words tumbling over each other. "Ghost boy, drowning in tub. I tried to save him, but... being a ghost already, well, I was way too late."
Graham pulled her to him and wrapped her in an embrace. "It's okay, Scarlett. I have you, and I don't plan on letting go anytime soon."
Willow finally focused on him and wrapped her arms around him. "Tiger! Oh Goddess, Tiger! It was horrible! Why do these things always happen to me?"
Graham pulled back from her a little bit and surrounded her face with his hands. "Do you think you can make it to my bedroom?"
"GRAHAM! This is no time to think about sex!"
"I wasn't..." He went silent at the look she shot at him. "Okay, I was, but I'm a guy! And I've been without my lover for a week, cut me some slack. I was really more concerned that going back to the party after something like that might not be a good thing. I do remember how you were at the Aftershock party." He tucked some of her hair behind an ear, and let his hands drift down her body to her hips.
Willow snuggled more firmly into his side. "Yeah, that was not of the good. Percy was really mean! I mean I haven't been a Nerd in a long time..." her voice trailed off as she saw the look he shot her. "Okay, and finding the dead body was really bad too."
"C'mon Scarlett, my room's just up these stairs." He led her up a small flight of stairs and then opened a door. "Welcome to 'La casa del Graham'. It's nothing to write home about, but it suits me."
Willow wandered around the room, taking everything in. She looked over to Graham and smiled. "I like it. Although, I really would have liked to see it under better circumstances than these."
Graham pulled her to him, then backed her up until her legs were against the bed. Exerting a little pressure, they sprawled on the bed. He grinned down at her and said, "You had something more like this in mind?"
Willow put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a brief kiss. She pushed him back when he tried to deepen it. "Uh-huh. But I thought I was just in here to 'recover'."
"Oh, you'll have to recover all right." His head drifted towards the column of her neck, and he began to nibble along its length. She purred in satisfaction and bared a little more of her throat to him.
The sudden shaking of the house and the loud screams broke them apart. They both stared at each other. Willow closed her eyes and exhaled quickly. "I swear the forces of the universe must be against us sometimes, Tiger."
Graham got off the bed, and pulled her up to her feet. Clasping her hand, he walked towards the door. "It seems like it at times, Scarlett. I'll find you after all the craziness is over."
Willow pulled him to a stop, just before they were at the main staircase. "I look forward to it, Graham. This should hold you over until then," she then kissed him passionately, letting him know she was just as frustrated about the interruption as he was. "Come to my dorm room. Buffy won't be there."
"Yes, Ma'am." He then walked away from her.
/Lyrics were here./
Graham approached Stevenson Hall hours later, emotionally drained and aching for a hot shower. I have no idea what caused me to say those things. Maybe Willow might know. Gagh! 'Touch not the impure thing... Or ye shall perish. Find salvation in the cross of our lord and savior.' That sounds like something a televangelist would say.
He glanced up at the window of Willow and Buffy's dorm room, and noticed that Willow had the 'all-clear' object in place. Glad to know something is going right tonight. He entered the building using his Initiative issued "skeleton key" for all the buildings on campus. Gotta remember to thank whoever thought up us being issued those. They've come in handy way too often.
He climbed the staircase to the second floor and walked the short distance to '214'. Before he could raise his hand to knock, the door was flung open and Willow pulled him into her room. He was slammed against the door by 110 pounds of happy red head when she leapt onto him and began kissing him in earnest.
Eventually, he gasped for air and held Willow to him. "Glad to know I was missed, Scarlett. Why the warm greeting?"
"After the spell Tara, Giles, and I cast to quiet the spirits at Lowell... well, I've got a lot of pent up sexual tension. Tara made not so subtle hints about helping me relieve it, and I just told her that I could take care of myself."
Graham blinked when he realized that Willow had managed to get him out of his shirt and was now working on his pants. "You need some help?"
"Yup. Lift your left foot." Willow pulled his shoes, socks, and pant leg off. "So, anyway, we found out what was going on. Apparently in the 40s and 50s this lady ran a children's home there, but she was really strict about moral codes. She cut off girl's hair if she thought they were too vain. And even 'baptized' some kids, which would explain me seeing that ghost. Lift your right foot." She removed the shoe, sock, and pant leg, then looked back up at him. "Where was I?"
Graham pulled her up, and quickly whipped the sweatshirt she was wearing over her head. He pulled her to his chest, kissed her, and began walking backwards. "You were talking about what happened at the party. What set it off?"
"Buffy and Riley's Sex-capades." She pulled him down onto the bed with her and she nearly purred when their lower bodies aligned together. "Seems their nearly non-stop sex the last few days not only fueled but actually caused the poltergeists to appear."
Graham rained kisses down her body to her belly button, where he stopped to dip his tongue inside. Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he stopped and smiled at her. "I think you're wearing too many clothes for this situation, Scarlett."
Willow ran a socked foot along his bare calf and purred, "So why don't you be a gentleman and help me remedy the situation, Tiger?"
"Gladly."
/Lyrics were here./
Graham stared down into the face of the woman cradled in his arms. How did we get here, Scarlett? We're hiding our relationship from everyone, even our best friends. And you, you're stringing along a poor girl whose only fault is that she's sexually attracted to you. We need to either stop this or go public, and soon.
He felt her stir and smiled as she came awake, a little disoriented. Wanting to save her from panicking he spoke, "Good morning, Scarlett."
"Morning." She noticed the still dark sky outside her window, then turned back to look at him. "Is it morning?"
"Yeah, but sunrise isn't for another hour." He began to run his right hand down her back, totally relaxed with the situation.
"Goddess! What are you doing awake?"
"I couldn't sleep, too many thoughts."
Willow snuggled more firmly into his chest. "That's usually my department." She moved so that she could look into his face. "What's rattling around in that head of yours?"
Graham licked his lips and glanced down at her. "You really want to know?"
"I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
"I'm wondering what's happening between us, Willow. I mean are we dating? Using each other for sex? Something else entirely? 'Cause I can't tell anymore."
Her eyes flashed with hurt, then quickly anger took its place. "You honestly think I could use you for sex! That hurts, Graham. I thought you knew me better than that!"
She attempted to move away, but he dragged her back to him. "What else am I supposed to think, Willow? Even before the ban on interaction with the 'Scooby Gang' was enacted, you didn't want us to go public. Now, even though Riley and Buffy are thoroughly flaunting their relationship by having sex like 24/7, you won't go public." He took in a deep breath before he continued on. "And then I see you giving the blond witch these little looks, and she is all doe-eyed anytime you're nearby."
Willow closed her eyes and re-opened them, meeting his angry glare. Goddess! I didn't think he noticed the Tara thing. "What else am I supposed to do? It's not like I do anything but let her look at me! Do you know how hard these last few weeks have been on me? I see you around campus and I can't walk up to you and just talk. Let alone half the stuff I want to!"
"Like what?"
"Like kissing you breathless. Or putting my hands in your rear pockets, and getting handfuls of that magnificent butt of yours! And a few other things that are considered public indecency!" Her breath started to come in pants as her anger rose.
Graham smirked at her. "So basically you feel the same way I do?"
Willow's rant died suddenly, and she seemed to deflate at his words. "Huh?"
Graham rolled until he was above her, pining her to the bed with his body. "I've felt the same way, Scarlett. But I wasn't sure what, if anything, could be done about it."
Willow closed her eyes and slammed her head into her pillow. "Oh Goddess! We have really got to communicate better. Are you saying you want me to do something drastic? Like kiss you breathless in the Main Quad on Monday? Or something a little more subtle?"
Graham's eyes got a wicked twinkle to them. "I like the kiss idea, it has some merit. But how are we going to tell our friends that we've been lovers since February?"
Willow shrugged, and clasped her hands behind his head. "We just do. I mean we've had a better relationship than Buffy and Riley. Which now that I think about it, isn't that hard. We've actually been seen together, in public no less, doing something other than awaiting the next time we can run off and have sex!" Willow suddenly realized where they are, and a blush began to travel down her body from her face.
Graham laughed and kissed her. "I know what you mean, Scarlett. We've only been lovers two months or so now. I think Riley and Buffy started like the second they got together. So, us, a public knowledge couple. Weird."
"Isn't it though? Now, Agent Miller, kiss me before we have to get you back to your bed in Lowell House."
"With pleasure," he replied as his head moved down to kiss her.
/Lyrics were here./
Willow sat across from Riley and Buffy as they both tried to express remorse at what happened the night before. They're not being very sorry about what happened. They do realize it really is all their fault, don't they? Probably not. I bet it's the sun, it's turned their brains to mush. She stiffened when Tara tried to grab her hand under the table. She glared at the girl and then she smiled as she saw Graham walking towards their table.
She leapt out of her chair, not caring that it clattered on the ground and drew the attention of everyone in the room. "Graham!" she yelled as she launched herself at him.
Graham caught her easily, and swung her in a circle, their laughter ringing through the room. "Hey, Willow! Bit more enthusiastic greeting than I was expecting." Balls in your court, Scarlett. Whatcha going to do about it?
Willow raised an eyebrow at him. "It was? I would have thought that this," she grabbed him by the face and drew him into a deep kiss. She kept it up as the other people in the room started hooting and catcalling at their display, then she released him. She continued on talking, like she hadn't kissed him, "would have been more than you expected." Take that, Tiger!
Graham smiled down at her. "I see your point. I stand corrected. This," he lifted Willow and kissed her again. She plunged her fingers into his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist, not letting him escape. Have to keep my balance. It'd ruin the whole effect if I fell on my ass in the middle of the lounge. He pulled out of the kiss, placing his hands under her thighs to hold her against him, and continued on, "is more enthusiastic than the hug."
"Told ya." She looked over at the table full of her friends and noticed the looks of confusion and total shock mixed together on their faces. "I think we broke them. Do we still get a refund if we turn them back in?"
Graham released her legs and lowered her to the ground. She spun around to face her friends and leaned back against him. He placed both of his hands on her stomach, and she put her hands over his. He leaned his chin on the top of her head. God! This feels right. So glad we had that talk last night, we needed it. "I don't think we do, Scarlett. Which action broke them do you think?"
Willow thought about it for a minute, then she cocked her head sideways. "Definitely the second kiss, but probably the hug. What do you think, Graham?"
"I think it was the hug. Think we should ask them? They look to be coming out of their stupor."
Willow looked at her friends more closely and nearly cringed at the accusation she could read in Tara's eyes. But that's not my fault! I've never encouraged her! Okay, there was that time when Graham was standing right behind her and he and I were practically having sex with our eyes. But that was weeks ago! Goddess! I'll have to talk with her later. She burrowed more fully into his embrace and smiled at her friends. "What?"
Xander was the first to speak. "Something you want to tell us, Wills?" His eyes darted to Graham, then back to her face.
"Not really. Why do you ask?"
"Because you're being all snuggly with a studly. A studly I didn't think you even knew!" Buffy accused.
Willow scrunched up her face in confusion, then she began to grin wickedly. "Oh. That. What about it?" She nearly elbowed Graham when she felt his body tremble with suppressed laughter. "Can it, Tiger," she hissed at him.
Graham led her to a nearby armchair and sat down. He pulled Willow into his lap, ignoring the people still trying to figure out what they saw at the table. He looked at the woman now perched in his lap. "I think that went well. Don't you?"
"On a scale from one to ten of goodness, I'd give that a negative twenty! But it expressed our point. You think Tara will talk to me after today?"
"I think she will. Aren't your friends, hers now?"
"Yeah, but I got this feeling they were accepting her because I did. Well, now that my friends know about us. How are we going to tell the rest of your friends?" She laid her head on his shoulder looking into his face.
"I think having you come to the front door and me dragging you up to my room will announce that pretty well. Or I could just take you there, slung over my shoulder."
"Ooh! I like that idea! You get to be all caveman, claiming me in front of the other males. While, I, on the other hand get to be the envy of all those girls whose boyfriends can't do that for them." She kissed him again, only pulling away when a throat cleared behind them. She turned to see all her friends standing nearby. "What?"
"Ummm, Wills, I love you and support any choice you make in life. But isn't this sudden. You met the guy, what? Last night?"
Willow had to hide her face in the crook of Graham's neck because she began to nearly bust out laughing. When she finally got herself under control, she turned back to face her friends. "Sudden? Five months is sudden in what universe, Xander?"
Riley looked at Graham, a calculating look on his face. "This has been going on since December?"
Graham did not let his natural instincts to cringe from that look happen. He simply pulled Willow more fully against his chest. "Yes, Riley, right around the time you and Buffy started dancing around each other. It was rather funny to tell you the truth. Here I was already dating Wills, and knew about the whole Scooby Gang thing, while you were just learning about the other job your potential girlfriend had."
Willow turned and kissed him on the lips. "And you kept up appearances so well. I mean if I didn't know we were dating I never would have guessed it. Especially during that whole End of the world sitch."
"That reminds me, I still need to deal with Percy. No one talks about my Scarlett like that!"
Willow kissed him again. "That's so sweet! I knew there was a reason I was dating a buff guy. Definite intimidation factor over the guitar player."
A piercing whistle sounded and everyone turned to see Anya taking her fingers out of her mouth. "What? I thought it was time to learn more about how Willow and the studly got together. Besides, I want to go and have sex with Xander soon."
Xander put his face in his hands, obviously embarrassed, Buffy and Riley rolled their eyes, Tara's mouth quirked in amusement, while Willow and Graham suddenly weren't there any more. A missing backpack and the swinging door were the only indication that they had obviously left.
Anya put her hands on her hips. "Well, that was very rude of them." She grabbed Xander's hand and pulled him out of the lounge. "Come on, Xander. I want to get some of the sex that seems to going around your group of friends."
/Lyrics were here./
Graham strode up to the door to Lowell House with Willow slung over his right shoulder, and her backpack on his left. Willow spoke just before they reached the door. "Is this really necessary, Graham?"
"Yes, it is. Now quit talking, you'll ruin my fun." He swatted her on the butt and then kicked the door open.
Not caring that the sound of the door slamming against the wall drew lots of curious guys into the main foyer, he was intent on running up the stairs. Willow greeting people as they passed them.
"Hi Mason, glad to see your eyebrows are doing okay. Oh, hi, Forrest! Can't talk now, Graham's being all macho. Hey, Chad! You look better than last time we saw each other."
Graham booted his bedroom door open and then kicked it shut behind him. He tossed her onto the bed, then moved to lock the door. Heading back for the bed he began shedding his clothing, as Willow did the same. Once they were both mostly naked, he kissed her for all he was worth.
Willow pulled out of the kiss and smiled at his sudden confusion. "I love you, Graham. Despite your caveman antics."
Graham smiled at her, and kissed both her hands. "I love you, Willow. Come rain or come shine."
Then they kissed again, not caring what tomorrow or the next day held for them. For now they were content with what they had.
End
