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Nine Words
By A.M. Glass Copyright: December 9th, 2000 Rating: 12 Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Fox Studios, Mutant Enemy, et al, have something to do with “Buffy The Vampire Slayer”. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. The story along with any/all original characters are the sole property of the author and can not be used without expressed permission first. Spoilers: None. Author’s Note: I haven’t written much lately, and then what happens. I’ve written four stories within the last hour and a half. This is one of them.
Giles picked up his shirt from where he had discarded it last night. He brought it up to his face and inhaled deeply. He could still smell her on it and it brought a smile to his face... As well as a rush of heat through out his body. He looked at the semi-clad figure sleeping in his bed, and he felt an overwhelming urge to pay homage to her body. To drop down to his knees and worship as he had never done before. He walked quietly around his bed, as not to disturb her sleep. It was the very least he could do, considering the amount of love she had given him... Shared with him. He didn’t think he’d ever feel the same again... She proved him wrong - three times over... Much to his surprise and utter delight. There had been time when he was a much younger man, that he knew he could satisfy any of his partners many times. But he also knew... This was no ordinary woman. To have been able to make love to her once, would have completed the journey towards her heart that he would have continued ‘til his last dying day. This was no fluke. That might have been said for the first time... But not for each subsequent time. The way she called out to him. Her touch... a gentle exploration of his body, that drove him mad with desire... How he thought he had gone too far, when he grabbed and kissed her... Tasting her... His hands roaming her body. Making mental note of each area... Which part of her body made her moan out-loud... Or the places that made her whimper. But, she had put his fears to rest, without realizing it by uttering nine words... “I love you Rupert... can we do that again?” The look in her eyes at that moment. Part trust... Part desire... And ultimately... All love. Those words allayed his fears, so that he now kneeled by her side, and silently promised himself to make this enchanting... Bewitching creature his wife. “Are you going to stare at me all day... or are you going to make love to me?” a slightly groggy voice asked. He smiled and bent forward to capture her waiting lips. ‘What ever Willow wants... Willow gets,’ he thought before surrendering himself to her... Again. The End.
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