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punch_kicker15Chapter: 3/4
Author: punch_kicker15
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, smut
Characters/Relationships: Willow/Giles, background Oz/Willow
Summary: Set in an AU in which Giles never summoned Eyghon or returned to the Watcher’s Council. During the events of Wild at Heart, Willow makes an intense connection with the new magic shop owner.
Word count: 1600
Rupert opened the door to his apartment, and Willow gazed in wonder at the maps on the walls. Some she recognized as constellation maps. One of them was a fairly detailed survey of Sunnydale. Others didn’t look like any place on earth she knew. Maybe they were maps of other dimensions. Her heart thumped faster at that thought.
There was a table stacked high with glass cases filed with neatly-sorted charms, and strings of crystals hung from the ceiling. But what made her breath hitch were the bookshelves lining the walls. She’d never seen so many occult books in one spot, except for Merrick’s collection at the Sunnydale High Library. She already knew that Rupert was an expert in magic, but the physical proof of it was impressive.
She turned to him. He was standing so close to her that she could breathe in his scent—sandalwood and something herbal. She looked into his eyes, entranced by their stunning light green color. She stammered, “This is—so—um—” There was a patch of brown in his left eye. How strange that an imperfection made him even more beautiful. She had a vague sense that she’d stopped mid-sentence, but couldn’t remember what she’d been talking about. He moved even closer, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips were soft and tasted of wine.
An annoying little voice in her head chided, This is exactly what they tell you never to do. You should never go to a man’s apartment on the same day you first meet him. And you should never kiss someone you barely know. Especially in Sunnydale!
But she was tired of playing it safe, of being Sensible Girl. She’d tried so hard to live her life by the rules, and what did she have to show for it? Heartbreak and humiliation, while the Verucas of the world got everything they ever wanted.
So she ignored the voice, and kissed him back, sliding her hands under his jacket and wrapping her arms around him. The kiss grew hungrier, leaving her gasping for air. She’d never been kissed with so much intensity before. He pressed her against the door, thrusting his hips against her. He was hard for her already. This was exactly the reaction she’d hoped for when she’d put on that stupid leather outfit for Oz. Only Rupert wanted her—really wanted her in her baggy old shirt and grubby pants. His desire sparked a fire inside her. She ground against him, reveling in the sensation of his cock pressing between her legs.
The annoying little voice persisted. What about Oz? That was a dumb question. Right now, an intelligent, sophisticated man desperately wanted her. How often was that likely to happen? Should she turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to try to save her relationship with Oz? He was going to dump her, either for Veruca or for some other hotter girl later on. Nothing either one of them could do or say would change that.
She banished the annoying internal questions, and bit Rupert’s lip, running her hand along the small of his back, just to hear him moan. He bucked harder against her, slamming her hips into the door. Then it was her turn to moan as his hands slipped under her shirt. Her nipples hardened in anticipation as he unclasped her bra.
He tweaked a nipple slightly too hard, momentarily taking her out of her haze of pleasure. She yelped, and he murmured, “Sorry.” She welcomed the pain, because it was proof that this was real and not some Hellmouthy thing making her daydreams came true. She’d come here expecting they’d cast the spell and one thing might lead to another, and they might work up to this. Everything was happening way faster than she ever could have imagined (too fast, the annoying little voice warned). But there was part of her psyche that had been waiting years for this.
He stepped back from her, and her heart stopped for a second. Had he changed his mind?
To her relief, he took her hand and led her to his bedroom. He shed his clothes quickly, clearly uninhibited about nudity. She felt oddly shy about undressing, even though she was blatantly staring at his body. He was taller and more solid than anyone she’d been with, and his clothes had obscured some well-defined muscles. He seemed to understand her hesitancy, and grasped the hem of her shirt, helping her pull it off. She let her bra fall to the floor, and the appreciative look in his eyes gave her enough confidence to take off her pants and underwear.
He reached for her, cupping her breasts in his hands. “Beautiful,” he breathed, the word sending flutters through her. No one else had ever called her beautiful and meant it; the nicest thing Oz had said about her appearance was, “you look great.” She’d never thought of herself as beautiful, but when Rupert said it that reverent tone, she could almost believe she was.
They lay down on the bed, kissing again, his weight crushing her into the mattress. The sheets were cool against her back. He was warm, and there was a thin layer of sweat building up where their skin touched. She gazed at him, trying to memorize every detail of this moment: the soft rumble of his voice, the yearning look on his face, the warmth of his hands softly caressing her.
His hand traced down to the inside of her thigh. Heat throbbed through her as his hand moved upwards. Desperate for more contact, she pushed against him as his fingers brushed against her folds. He kissed her harder, teeth bruising her lips, and slid his fingers inside her.
“God, you’re wet,” he whispered.
The motion of his fingers gave her no relief; it only fanned the flame of her arousal. “Please—I need—” she gasped.
He grabbed a foil packet from a drawer and handed it to her. As she rolled the condom on him, he groaned, and his hips jolted involuntarily, and her own desire burned even hotter. It was exhilarating, having the power to make him writhe with just a light touch of her hand.
She trembled as he rolled back over, his cock rubbing against her, so close, but still so maddeningly far from what she wanted. Then he finally pushed inside her.
He thrust into her in a steady rhythm, leaving her achingly empty and then blissfully filled. An incoherent noise tore from her throat. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside her.
“Fuck,” he panted, and the rhythm sped up. His eyes were still drinking her in, as if just the sight of her was driving his need as much as the frantic undulations of their bodies.
Heat rising in her core, she arched up to meet his thrusts. He kissed along her throat, up to her ear, and the hot breath against her skin sent her tumbling over the edge. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, gripping his shoulders hard as she rode out her climax. It started in the small of her back, and flowed all the way down to her toes and all the way up to the roots of her hair.
Too much sensation at once; she closed her eyes so she could savor each little aftershock as he sped up his pace. How could one of the worst days of her life also include a moment like this? It felt miraculous.
When she’d come back to earth, he was still driving into her. His gaze didn’t waver, though his eyes looked a bit unfocused as he came with a cry. He collapsed on her, breathing hard.
After he’d caught his breath and dealt with the condom, he rolled onto his side and pulled her over to face him. She kissed him softly. That was usually how things ended with her and Oz—orgasm, and a little kiss afterwards.
Rupert kissed her back, but didn’t stop there. His hands roamed gently over her body, finding sensitive spots, lightly teasing them.
“Oh, right there!” she blurted out, as his hands brushed between her shoulder blades, which she’d never thought of as an erogenous zone. Until now.
She ran fingers through his chest hair, thumbs skimming over his collarbone. He groaned, and his hands went still. She smiled, pleased to have found one of his sensitive spots.
This was warm and tender and sweet, but if they kept this up, they’d be heading for Round Two, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. It had been an impulsive decision to sleep with him, but that didn’t mean she took that decision lightly. She needed a little more time for it all to sink in.
“Hey,” she murmured, as he traced circles over her breastbone. “This is nice—way better than nice, but I think I need a breather. Do you think we could try the spell?”
To her relief, he didn’t take offense. He laughed. “I appreciate your dedication to the craft.”
“Well,” she said in a tone she hoped sounded playful, “I just don’t want anyone to think that the only reason I came over was to have my wicked way with you.”
He kissed her again, and put on his undershirt and boxer shorts. She pulled on her shirt and underwear. She couldn’t find her pants, but she was way past the point of modesty with him anyway. She followed him down the hallway, eager to learn more about the spell.
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