Title: Bloody Hell 1/1
Author: Tricia Stewart (GylzGirl)
Email: gylzgirl@softcom.net
Disclaimer: Joss, WB, Fox, not me, nuff said.
Distribution: Andrea if she wants it, my sites, anyone else just ask.
Rating: Erm... PG-13/R It's hard to tell on this one.
Pairing: W/G
Type: Um, PWP-esque, silly-ish, fluff-like?
Feedback: Lovely, no flames.
Timeline/Spoilers: Takes place right after the last Scoobies scene in Yoko
Factor.
Dedications: To Karen for betaing even though it's not B/G. To Beth
because it is W/G. To Monique for being a sweetheart. To Andrea as a peace
offering.
Author's Note: #1 This fic deals with issues of sexual orientations. I'm
not trying to make a statement. I'm not Oprah. No I'm not gay, but I do
have friends and family who are. If you have a problem with how I handle
this in my fic, I strongly suggest you delete it and get on with your life
instead of flaming me about it. Thank you.
#2 I have not warmed to Tara yet. I'm open to liking her, mostly, but I
don't trust her at the present time.
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Willow and Xander stood in silence as Buffy left, each holding back tears
and more venomous words that were longing to break free. After a few
minutes, Xander sighed heavily. "I'm going back to my basement where I can
be useless alone," his voice was a choked whisper. He grabbed his jacket and
made his exit, leaving Willow alone and steaming.
She had finally let out the things she'd been thinking for months and Buffy,
as usual, had stormed off in the middle while she was only half finished.
She needed somebody to fight with. Willow paced for a few minutes before her
eyes drifted up to the loft. Her mouth formed a tight line and she stomped
up the stairs to find her target. At the top of the stairs, she could see
Giles, clad in only boxers and a tee shirt. He lay sprawled on his back on
the bed, blinking up at the ceiling.
"What exactly is "Bloody Hell" supposed to mean?!"
Giles snapped up into a sitting position. "Willow! For God's sake!" He
looked down at himself and pulled the bedsheet over his lower half. "You
scared the life out of me."
"Don't change the subject! You answer me mister! What exactly was your
little comment supposed to mean?!"
"Willow," his eyes took on a dangerous quality and the glaze of alcohol was
gone from them. "I think perhaps you should run along and let me sleep."
"No way. We're arguing here. Don't treat me like a child."
Giles whipped back the sheet and came to tower over her. "Why not? I assume
because you are acting like a child you want to be treated as one. After
all, you want us to treat you as gay simply because you act like it."
Refusing to be intimidated and completely ignoring his musky smell, she
moved closer into his personal space, her eyes staring directly into his.
"The difference is I'm not a child."
He smirked. "You're not gay either."
"Excuse me?"
"You're not gay. A person does not just decide to become gay. You either are
or you aren't."
"WELL I AM!"
"No you're not."
"I am too. I'm gay boy! Gay gay gay! We're talking Xena and Gabrielle, Ellen
DeGeneres, Island of Lesbos, full on G. A. Y.!!!"
His expression gentled as hers became more frustrated. He reached a hand to
tuck back her red hair. "You're experimenting with your sexuality. That's
common for your age group. It's especially reasonable that you'd pick now
after being hurt by two men in a row and the magic is a powerful
aphrodisiac..."
"I'm not a statistic. I...I'm a lesbian."
"Willow, what you're doing with Tara makes you no more gay than what I did
with Ethan made me."
Willow's jaw dropped. She sank to the bed, blinking up at him. He sat beside
her. "You...and Ethan?"
Giles shrugged. "He was the first person in my life who wanted me for what I
could do, not what I was destined to do. And the magick made everything so
very...intense. Funnily enough, the times Ethan and I were *together* are
the only memories of my time with him that I don't regret."
She shook her head. "That was you. This is different. It's not just the
magick. We...I...I am..."
Giles grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to his mouth in a hungry
searching kiss. She whimpered a small protest before kissing him back
furiously. He pulled back and looked at her. "You didn't enjoy that at all
did you? Turned you off completely?"
Again she blinked at him, gasping for air. "T-t-that's right."
"Ah. Well I suppose I'd better make my point before I'm sober enough to know
better." With that, he resumed kissing her, this time allowing his hands to
roam across her breasts, teasing them through her top. Her hands went to his
chest. After one feeble attempt at pushing him away, she instead curled her
hands around his tee shirt and pulled him on top of her as she lay back on
the bed.
******
Having heard nothing for a half an hour, Anya and Tara opened the bathroom
door and peeked out. Still hearing nothing, they made their way to the
living room. Anya saw that Xander's jacket was gone. She looked at Tara,
shrugged, then left. Tara noticed Willow's laptop and started to look around
for her.
After a brief sweep of the rest of the apartment, she slowly made her way up
the stairs. When she reached the top, she got the shock of her life. Willow
lay contentedly against Giles' chest. They were both completely naked and
wrapped lovingly in each other's arms.
"W-W-Willow!" Tara stammered.
Willow sat up, still in Giles' embrace. "Tara," she blushed. "I...I've got
something to tell you." The redhead looked into the blonde's teary eyes,
watching her lip start to tremble. Willow gulped, not wanting to hurt the
girl before her. After some thought, she smiled and extended her hand toward
her. "Tara, I'm Bi."
The blonde's eyes drifted over the hair sprinkled chest and well toned arms
of the man who had such a sexy singing voice and then over the creamy skin
of her red-haired lover. The tears dried and a lopsided smile spread across
her face. She took Willow's hand and crawled onto the bed.
A giddy, tipsy grin broke out on Giles' face as he became lost in a tangle
of caresses and a sea of kisses. As the blonde's mouth latched onto his
nipple and Willow began kissing down his stomach, he lay back against the
pillow and gasped. "Bloody Hell!"
