Who, What, Why, Where, When?

CHAPTER 11

She eventually opened her eyes when the car was on the open road and he had dropped the speed a little. "Where did you learn to drive like that?" she asked as she licked her dry lips.

"Well during my misspent youth it was sometimes necessary to er.." he stopped, unsure of the best way of putting this.

"Leave the scene of a crime? make a swift getaway? outrun the police?" Willow supplied, rather enjoying his discomfort.

"Well not exactly but sort of" he conceded. "Anyway I used to have one of these beauties and I found out she could do the most amazing things if you treated her properly".

"She's not the only one" Willow murmured and ran her hand up his left thigh. She rather enjoyed the novelty of being in a right hand drive car!

The car slowed appreciably as he realised he couldn't ensure their safety if she continued to run her nails over his jeans. "Willow please!" he begged. "We'll be home in a minute"

She sighed and folded her arms over her chest. "I hope you mean your place and not my parent's house or the dorm" she said with a threatening tone. "I'm getting a bit fed up with the noble gentleman thing you've been pulling recently" she said, making sure he understood exactly what she wanted.

He smiled at her and her insides melted. "I think I'm getting a little old to find it exciting to make love to a girl on her parent's bed" he continued to grin.

"Too old to want to have wild sex in a sports car?" she asked running her hands through her hair as the wind blew it across her face.

His only response was to put his foot down again and the car leapt forward with an impatient growl, at least she thought it was the car.

He parked in a tight space without appreciably lessening their speed and she sighed over the control he exercised with consummate ease. God, she really wanted him and not all of the demons in all of the dimensions were going to interrupt tonight and tomorrow she promised herself. Then she chuckled a little, perhaps she was being a bit ambitious hoping for tonight and tomorrow?

He climbed out of his side of the car and slowly walked round to open her door for her. She found it a bit of a struggle to elegantly exit a car so near to the ground but, with his help, she managed to keep some dignity intact.


He kept hold of her hand and kissed it gently as she swung the car door closed behind her.

"What did I say about the noble-ness" she growled and pulled him down into a deep kiss.

She could feel him smiling as she kissed him and, when she eventually pulled back she could tell by the look in his eyes that he understood what she needed.

She was even more convinced when he reached down, swung her into his arms and carried her towards his apartment. The gesture was somewhat ruined, however, when he couldn’t find his keys and had to lower her to the ground to pat down every pocket before finding them in the last one. She had tried helping in the search but frisking the back pockets of his jeans didn't seem to make it any easier for him to open the door. Eventually they were inside and he closed the door behind him, locking and bolting it.

She raised an eyebrow and he smiled at her. "None of you ever knock and I'm not keen on being a spectator sport" he explained.

She moved towards the kitchen, more out of habit than anything else, before kicking her shoes off and leaving her bag on the counter. Inexplicably she suddenly seemed unsure of how to continue what she had started.

He noticed the change in her mood and headed for the stereo. He put on some quiet, background music and opened a bottle of wine. "Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Mmm yes please" she nodded, eager to have something take her mind off the strange feeling which had overcome her when they had entered the apartment.

"Is everything OK?" he asked, confused by her sudden change but also concerned at the worried look on her face.

"I'm fine" she said and sipped her wine. She looked down at her blouse and made a face. "Could I borrow another t-shirt?" she asked. "This took the brunt of the liquid celebrations at the Bronze"

"Of course" he nodded and headed upstairs. "I'm afraid I'm all out of clean t-shirts" he shouted a moment later. "Would a regular shirt do?"

"Sure" she shouted and suddenly gulped down the remainder of her wine.


She was muttering to herself when he came back down and handed her a white shirt. "You can clean up in the bathroom if you want while I get you another wine?"

She nodded and left with the shirt. "Did you have any dinner before we went out?" he shouted from the kitchen. "I could make you something if you wanted"

"No, I'm fine thanks" she replied while sitting on the closed toilet lid with the shirt in her hands. What the hell was wrong with her she wondered? One minute she couldn't keep her hands off him, wanted to do obscene things to him in a sports car for Pete's sake, the next it was like being back at school and having a crush on one of the teachers. She stood up abruptly and stared at herself in the mirror. Had she really changed that much in six years that he now recognised a woman in someone he'd only known as a girl. She washed her face to get rid of the smudged make up then replaced her soiled blouse with his shirt. She could smell his scent on the material and took a deep, calming breath. She had started to slowly rub her hands up and down the arms of the shirt and smile at herself in the mirror when a knock on the bathroom door startled her.

"Are you OK?" he asked quietly.

"I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute" she said quickly, trying to do something with her hair that made it look less like she had just spent ten minutes in an open topped sports car.

"Willow, you know that whatever we choose to do or not to do is entirely up to you?" he said quietly through the door.

"What?" she asked, not sure she had heard him correctly.

"I mean if you're a little nervous about us, or you've changed your mind, you only have to say the word and I'll sleep on the sofa". She could hear him sighing as he leaned on the door. "I would never push you into anything you didn't feel comfortable with, you know that"

She leaned against her side of the door. "I think that's part of the problem" she said, deciding this was slightly easier than explaining face to face.

"If you think I've been pressuring you I can.." he didn't get to finish the sentence.


No, I mean I think this place is too comfortable for me" she tried to find the words to explain to him. "I can't explain it but I'm more nervous of making love to you here than I ever would be in my parent's house or the dorm". She unlocked the door and gently pulled it open.

He was leaning against the doorjamb, looking a little usedused. "If it's because of Jenny and Olivia you shouldn't think that…" he began but she put her finger against his lips.

"It's not that, but hey, let's mention your previous girlfriends as often as possible when we're alone here together!" she prodded his chest with one finger as she smiled up at him. "It's just that this place, your place, is more like a home to me than anywhere else. It's my safe haven and I don't want anything to destroy that" she looked into his eyes, hoping her meaning shone through where words failed her.

He looked immensely relieved. "I understand" he smiled and hugged her. "If you really feel uncomfortable we can simply relax tonight, after all it's not against the law to just have a quiet night in". He tangled his fingers through her hair then reminded himself that he was supposed to be offering a platonic relationship tonight and he had better stop the thoughts racing through his head if heted ted to match actions to words.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled as she leaned into his chest. "After six months of wantings wos would you believe that I just need a little time to get used to the idea?"
ou hou have nothing to apologise for and I'd rather you were 100% sure before we did anything" he whispered and gently led her back to the sofa. "Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"

She looked a little embarrassed. "Well actually I would kill for one of your pizzas"

He grinned at her and asked her to pour him a scotch as he headed for the kitchen. She brought his scotch over to the counter and sat on a stool, enjoying watching him work. She sipped her own wine, realising that she should slow down until she had something to eat, unless she wanted to end this evening in a drunken stupor.

He put a pizza crust in the oven to heat and rooted about in the fridge as he asked "Toppings?"


"Tuna, pepperoni, sweetcorn, chillies and anchovies" she decided and he turned a little skeptically to face her. "You'll be having five pizzas in that case, I'm not putting all of them together on one until you're pregnant!"

She raised her eyebrows and looked a little shocked. "Whoa.. where did that come from?" she asked.

He shut the fridge door and moved round to join her. "I'm sorry, that was an incredibly stupid, insensitive, ignorant, pompous, arrogant, did I mention stupid? thing to say"

"Keep going" she said. "There are a few more adjectives you could have used"

He threw down the kitchen towel he had draped over his shoulder. "Oh bloody hell!" he shouted and proceeded to bang his head against the pillar. After a few shots he turned to look at her as he continued to, gently, bang his head. "Aren't you going to stop me from further head trauma?" he asked.

"I'm waiting to be sure you'll forget the pregnant thing" she smiled and moved over to him. She wedged herself between his body and the pillar.

"What pregnant thing?" he asked, effecting a completely bewildered look of incomprehension.

"That's better" she smiled and drew his lips down to hers for a long, sensual kiss. She could taste the scotch on his lips and tongue as she explored his mouth. His tongue mounted a raiding party of it's own and they stayed, locked together, jousting for territory until the cooker timer beeped to tell them the pizza crust was ready.

"Are you still hungry?" he asked a little huskily.

She felt her smile building from one corner of her mouth as she imagined all of the things she was going to do to this man over the next twenty-four hours. By the time she got through the fifth hour she knew her grin had taken on a slightly feral quality that he obviously recognised. He kissed her quickly, as if to taste her smile and moved to the kitchen to switch the stove off. Taking her hand he led her up the stairs.

He moved to the bedside table to put his glasses down and when he turned, gazed in appreciation as he saw her unbutton the shirt and let it fall to the ground. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it slide off her hips to join the steadily growing heap of clothes at her feet. Her bra was next, followed by the rest of her underwear, until she was standing completely naked in front of him.


The uncertainty of earlier had left her as she realised it wasn't the place but the person who made her feel at home and safe. She had kissed him in various locations over the last few days and each time she felt like she was coming home. She had watched his strong hands as he drove the car and wo in in the kitchen and knew that she wanted them to touch her, control her movements, now!

She stepped out of the bundle of clothing and moved towards him slowly. "Yet again you seem to be wearing more clothes than me. Why is that do we think?"

His brain had decided it had better things to do with his blood than waste it on thinking, standing or talking so he sat down on the bed and started to fumble with his own shirt buttons in answer to her question.

She placed her hands over his and moved them round to her buttocks before moving back to finish the unbuttoning.

He was now at the perfect height to stare at her breasts. He decided that staring was good, very good, but tasting would be better and leaned forward slightly to kiss and lick her nipples while caressing her behind and lower back. He could hear her breathing quicken and smiled to himself, at least he wasn't the only one to notice the sudden lack of oxygen in the room.

She pulled away from him to remove his sweater and undershirt then knelt down in front of him to undo his belt buckle and trousers. Realising how quickly he was reaching the point of no return he decided to speed the process up a little and stood up to remove his own trousers and underwear while kicking his shoes and socks off.

She noticed the dark bruise on his left foot and, as they lay down on the bed together, she headed in that direction. He lay absolutely still, not sure where she was going and trying to gather his rapidly fleeing control to stop from embarrassing himself. "Oh deard" d" he murmured as she bypassed his groin and headed for his feet. He hadn't been this aroused in a long time and wasn't sure how long he could keep the foreplay going before he would need some kind of release.

Willow gently kissed round the edges of the large bruise on the instep of his left foot. She heard his breath catch and raised her head to look up at him. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked quietly.


"Ehm, no" he mumbled, trying to get his brain in gear. "It's just that, unless you’re a foot fetishist and are really getting off on that, perhaps you could come up here and kiss my lips?" he finished in a rush and smiled a little apologetically.

She gently put his foot down and scrunched back up the bed, careful not to make contact with his body, until she lay on her side next to him. He also turned onto his side and rested his head on his hand. They lay staring at each other for several seconds until Willow's eyes started a tour of his body. He could feel himself blush slightly at the frank appraisal but took the opportunity to familiarise himself with her body.

She reached out with her right arm and gently ran her fingers down his left side. She let her hand rest on his hip and looked a little uncertainly into his eyes again. He reached out his left hand gen gently stroked some hair from her brow then ran his fingers down her cheek and over her lips. She darted her tongue out to taste his fingers and he smiled. She moved her hand from his hip to trace the crinkle of laughter lines round his eyes.

He could see her leaning in towards him but she seemed to take an eternity to reach his lips. He felt as if everything was moving in slow motion as he tasted her lips and then her tongue as she deepened the kiss still further. He closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over his entire body. She tasted quite sweet and he could smell her hair. Thanking god that, this time, it didn't lead to any memories of kissing another woman, he finally allowed himself to melt into her arms in complete surrender. He hadn't consciously held himself back but he felt the tension leave his body to be replaced by an entirely more appropriate tension. His mind wondered to previous occasions when he had dreamed of this moment with this woman. He pictured the times in the high school library when he had been deeashaashamed of lusting after a high school student who was also a friend. He expected those feelings to dissipate when they went off to college and was surprised when they had increased over the intervening years.

He groaned at the effect that these memories were having on his body and gently rolled from his position on his side to rest above her. His movement made her roll onto her back and she used both of her hands to gently trace her nails down his sides. Ensuring thlipslips were still in contact he balanced himself precariously on his right arm and reached out with his left to the bedside table. After sensing him fumbling around she finally broke the kiss and looked questioningly at him. He shook his head and picked his glasses up to search in the drawer. Finally a small sigh escaped his lips and he took his glasses off again.


She glanced round and saw him leave a small pile of condoms on the bedside table, this time within easy reach. "You're being a bit ambitious?" she whispered and laughed when he looked down on her, unsure of what she meant. "I've only ever seen them in packs of three before and never all used on the same night".

He raised his eyebrows and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Now who's boasting about previous conquests?" He laughed as she at least had the grace to blush to a deep scarlet colour. He noticed, in a detached kind of way, that the blush he had seen many times in the past continued below the line of her collarbone and her breasts turned an intriguing colour of pink as well. He would remember that for future reference!

She was a little embarrassed but secretly pleased that she had been found a way to let him know she wasn't a virgin. She had been worrying that he would be disappointed when they finally reached this point but couldn't find an opportune moment to let him know. "Giles would you like a coffee and by the way I'm not a virgin!" just didn't seem appropriate somehow.

He saw the smile on her face and wondered what she was thinking about. Then he wondered who she was thinking about and decided that this train of thought was definitely counter productive and leaned in to kiss her again.

She squirmed under him a little, moving her left leg until the inside of her thigh rubbed the outside of his right thigh. She could feel him draw in a deep breath while he continued to kiss her and felt her own heart start to beat like the entire percussion section of an orchestra on a good night.

She was so involved in the sensations popping up all over her body, wherever her skin met his, that she barely noticed him leaning over and opening one of the small packets. He pulled back from their kiss and knelt up a little, using the new position to kiss her nipples and gently suck them both to painfully hard peaks. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut as she went into sensory overload.

She was barely aware of him leaning back down to kiss her mouth quickly before he gently whispered in her ear "I love you Willow Rosenberg".

Her floaty, dreamy, semi aware state came to an abrupt end when he lifted his right leg over her left one and gently raised her hips just enough to push the tip of his erection into her. Her eyes shot open and an explosive breath escaped. "Wait" she said frantically.


"Dear God no" he managed to grate out from between his clenched teeth. "Willow, what's wrong" he asked when he managed to gather his wits enough to realise what was happening.

"You haven't used, I mean we haven't put the.." she seemed genuinely frightened and he leaned down to kiss her again.

"My love, I did, I promise" he said, realising that she hadn't been aware of his actions. Her brow unfurrowed a little and she started to blush again. "Willow, I swear I will never do anything to hurt you ever again"

Tears started to form at the outside edge of each eye and he pulled back a little and looked completely confused. "Willow, if this isn't what you want please tell me"

She shook her head, causing the tears to run from her eyes down the side of her cheeks but she was smiling. "Rupert, please, I need you" she said and kissed him.

He hadn't realised that the use of his first name would have such an effect on him and he forcefully kissed her and lowered his hips slowly to allow the full length of his erection to enter her. As she seredered gently, causing her pelvic muscles to contract around him, he pulled away from her lips and rested his forehead on hers. "OK, I don't think this is going to be a marathon" he whispered.

"Good" she whispered back. "I was always better at the short sprints" with this she pushed her hips up to meet his and ran her nails up and down his sides again.

For a couple of minutes he tried to be gentle and to fulfill one of the sweetest fantasies of his life but almantmantic thoughts were pushed from his mind as she pulled him down to kiss her neck and whispered “Fuck me” in his ear. All thoughts of savouring the moment fled and he began to pump into her until he could feel the tingling beginning in his lower back. The only thought remaining in his mind was that he wouldn’t go without her and he reached down to squeeze her already bullet hard nipples.


She had lost all sense of who and where she was as her mind concentrated on the incredible sensations emanating from the joining of their bodies. She could feel the rough hair of his groin rubbing against her with every thrust and scrunched down a little to alter her position, ensuring that she felt it against her clitoris. She felt him tighten his thighs and knew that he was near. Her brain finally registered the work of his hands on her breasts when the hot-wired connection to her clitoris finally kicked in and she knew that they were going to come together. “Nearly there” she managed to get out between gritted teeth and was rewarded by his deepest thrust yet. All that she could manage was a slightly muffled scream as she came and buried her head in his shoulder.

He was vaguely aware of her tensing underneath him as he gave one final thrust and held onto her shaking body. As they both began to recover he gently caressed her and murmured her name, kissing her eyes and nose. When he had recovered enough breath and was fairly sure he wasn't having a heart attack, he rolled over onto his side and gently reached out to touch her stomach. "Bloody hell" he said quietly.

She squirmed gently and hissed as his fingers traced patterns across muscles still contracting in the aftermath of an awesome orgasm. "I'll see your bloody hell and raise you a woo-hoo " she giggled breathlessly. When she had regained some strength she also turned on her side and looked wonderingly into his eyes. She noticed his face was still a little flushed and reached out to tangle her fingers in the sweat dampened hair on his forehead.

He smiled at her and rolled over to the other side of the bed a little clumsily before heading for the bathroom. While he was gone she stood up and pulled down the quilt they had been lying on top of. Snuggling underneath she realised that she was cold and shouted for him to hurry up. He moved quickly back from the bathroom and smiled as her face peeked out over the top of the duvet. She pulled back the duvet from his side and he climbed under with her, holding her in his arms for several minutes before gently nibbling on her ear. "You know, if you're going to entice older men with your womanly wiles you should know better than to say 'wait' at that precise moment".

She squirmed a little in his grasp, both from embarrassment and from the feel of his breath on her neck and shoulder. "Will you ever forgive me?" she asked and turned her head to look at him. "It was all that talk of me getting pregnant earlier!" she said and glared at him. "Also" she said and turned fully in his arms to face him. "You were distracting me and I didn't notice you.. well .. you know" she finished and buried her face in his chest to hide her embarrassment.

"Willow" he laughed and lifted her chin so he could look at her. "We have just had pretty good, hot, sweaty, noisy sex and I think you should be able to say the word condom in front of me by now!"


"What do you mean 'pretty good'" she asked with a pout. "That was amazing for me?" she ended on a note of uncertainty and he winced as he saw her insecurities rise to the surface again.

"I meant" he said, leaning over to kiss her eyelids and nose. "It was a good start but we will get better with practice"

"Practice is good" she murmured as he continued to kiss her, moving down her jawline to her neck.

He was about to move from her neck to her shoulder when her stomach grumbled and growled in an alarming manner. He rested his head on her shoulder and started to laugh. After a few seconds of mortification she joined in and they ended up having to wipe the tears from their eyes with the quilt cover.

"Come on" he finally managed to gather himself together. "Let's get you that pizza"