Part 22

Willow drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she stared out the window into the night sky. The look of Xander's heartbroken and angry face as he left the bar would probably haunt her forever.

Maybe she wasn't cut out for deep undercover work. Graham's situation was different from hers. His family thought he was Special Ops in the military and most of his friends were in the Agency. He didn't have to see disgust, anger and hurt in his friends' faces.

Graham reached over and gently wiped the silent tears that were falling down Willow's cheek. He would gladly bear her pain if he could, but this was something he couldn't fix.

He placed one arm around Willow's shoulder and the other he reached under her knees, lifting her up. Turning he sat on the window seat with Willow on his lap.

Willow burrowed into his chest while he softly caressed her back. The steady sound of Graham's heart and his soothing strokes began to ease the tension in her muscles. It felt so good to be held by someone that knew she wasn't the monster she pretended to be.

She leaned back into Graham's embrace so she could see his face.  "Thank you."

Graham raised his hand to gently caress her cheek, "I would say anytime, but I don't think you'd want to go through a repeat performance anytime soon."

Willow leaned into his caress, "I don't mean just for this, but thank you for all that you've done for me."

His hand moved from Willow's cheek to softly cup the back of her head. "Willow, you've brought as much into my life as anything I've brought to yours." Graham slowly lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

The kiss began as a kiss of reassurance, but quickly turned deeper as Willow took advantage of Graham's sigh. Her tongue darted in and soon they were dueling for dominance. Graham moaned and shifted their weight so that Willow was now straddling his thighs.

Willow's hands snaked between their bodies, as she tugged Graham's shirt out of his waistband. She caressed his abdomen and chest with lingering strokes as she pulled his shirt up and over his head, flinging it across the room. She wanted, no needed, to feel that someone that knew her… knew Willow, loved her.

Graham's hands returned the favor as his fingers fumbled undoing the buttons on Willow's shirt. With a growl of frustration he ripped the remaining couple of buttons and threw her shirt to join his. His hands moved down to grip her butt as Graham stood.

Without missing a beat, Willow wrapped her legs around Graham's waist as he carried her to the bed. She continued her exploration of his chest and pinched his nipple before she was tossed onto the mattress.

"You keep that up and I don't think I can last long." Graham laughed as he began to unbutton his jeans.

Willow's hand pushed her hair out of her face and she grinned wickedly at Graham. "That was pretty much the point." Her hands reached down to the front clasp of her bra. "Time for being loving and tender later. I want you, now."

It was a contest of who could divest themselves of their clothes the fastest. Graham growled as his foot got caught in the leg his jeans. He almost stumbled and fell on the bed as the tangled mess of cloth wouldn't release his foot.

Willow giggled as she had her own struggles with her pants. The zipper refused to budge. The stupid thing's teeth were caught and no amount of tugging would release it. Laughter burst from her lips as she said a severing spell and the cloth fell away.

"Now that's a handy spell to know. Care to teach me that one?" Graham asked as he finally got out of his jeans and boxers.

She waggled her eyebrows and leaned back on her elbows taking in a naked Graham. "That's not all that I can teach you, mister."

Graham laughed as he launched himself at Willow. It was good to see her giggling and forgetting her time with Xander. He grasped both of her hands and pulled them above her head. He waggled his eyebrows at her as he held both hands in one. "I can do some teaching of my own."

Willow moaned and arched her chest as his lips feasted on her breasts. His teeth, tongue and hand were working his own brand of magic on her. She struggled half heartedly to release her hands but her brain wasn't cooperating. It was too occupied reveling in the sensations that Graham was creating.

Frustrated that he couldn't move further without releasing her, Graham freed Willow's hands. Maybe he'd look into silken scarves when he took her to Tahiti. He slowly kissed and licked his way down her abdomen as he made his way to the ultimate target.

Willow's knuckles turned white as she grasped the headboard tightly when Graham moved between her legs. A loud moan filled the air and her hips bucked as sensations ripped through her. "Sweet Goddess."

Graham raised his face and rested it on her upper thigh as he watched Willow's face. She was glorious and he didn't think he'd ever get tired of looking at the picture that she presented. "How's that for a lesson?"

The red head slowly opened her eyes and smiled at Graham. "Not bad… for a beginning. Up for another round?" Her eyes drifted down to his erection and she smirked. "Why, yes it seems you are."

A growl was the only warning Willow had as Graham gripped her waist and spun to reverse their positions. He winked at her as she found herself gazing down at him. "I believe it's your turn now. I'll try not to just close my eyes and think of England while you try your best."

Willow's eyes gleamed in triumph as a hiss escaped Graham's lips when she slowly lowered herself on him. "Thinking of England, now?"

Graham's fingers dug into Willow's hips, not caring that there would be bruises later. His hips rose to meet hers as they both raced toward bliss. With a final shout Graham grasped Willow tightly as she flung her head back and arched her back in ecstasy.

He drew her into his arms as they lay entangled together and placed a soft kiss on the side of her temple. "Love you, Willow."

Willow smiled as she snuggled into his embrace, Graham always made her feel safe and loved. "Love you, too."