Part 4

Willow was starting to fall again. Only this time she didn't crash into
a 
door, or land in someone's strong arms. She felt something soft and
pillowy… 
kind of like a pillow… exactly like a pillow.

The disorientation faded quickly and she got her bearings. She was
lying down 
in a dark room, her head resting comfortably on a cool white pillow.

She heard a soft moan and realized she wasn't alone. She slowly turned
her 
head... 'Oh, Goddess.'

Giles rolled over and felt something soft and warm next to him. His
hand 
instinctively reached out and caressed it, a smile playing upon his
lips even 
before his eyes opened. The sensation achingly familiar, a fantasy
played out 
in his heat and mind, again and again.

He appraised her through eyes barely opened, his eyelids heavy with
sleep and 
passion. His gaze drifted down her face to her neck, her blush trailing
close 
behind. 

His long fingers tangled in her hair, brushing it off her shoulder. His
wrist 
hung easily, casually, over her arm.

His eyes inched its way back up to her face and a hungry grin spread
slowly 
across his lips. "Hello, love," he whispered as his hand continued its
wanton 
exploration along her shoulder and down her arm before continuing along
her 
body.

Willow was frozen, struck dumb, she could neither move nor speak. The
rumble 
of his voice and the heat of his touch was too much.

Willow gasped as he brushed the gentle upswell of her breast. He raised
an 
eyebrow in satisfaction, his fingers spreading out to grasp more of
her.

"Giles," Willow rasped.

He raised a finger to her lips and shook his head slowly. "How many
times 
must I tell you, love?"

She started to speak, but his hand went back to her breast and began to

massage her through the blouse. The feel of his hand and the depth of
the 
passion in his eyes left her speechless.

He leaned over and gently brushed his lips against her mouth, his
breath hot 
against hers. "You don't want to be punished, do you?"

Willow's eyes went wide. 'I must be dreaming,' she thought. This can't
be 
happening. She felt his lips trail down her neck…'Oh, Goddess… If
I'm not 
dreaming, then *he* must be…'

His tongue darted out to taste the crook of her neck. She gasped and
could 
feel him smile against her.

Bad Willow, Bad. You can't do this. It's wrong, even if it feels so…
Oh! 

His hand and mouth continued their investigation, making their way down
her 
chest, his fingers easily unbuttoning her blouse.

Reluctantly, she grabbed his hand, just as it reached her breast.
"Giles."

"Love, what did I say…" he started as his lips stroked the cleft of
her bosom.

"Giles," she said louder. "Wake up!"

"Hmm.." he breathed, hot against her skin.

"Oh, Goddess, please… wake up!" She let go of his hand, which still
held her 
breast grabbed his head, trying to push him away.

He pulled his head back his expression a mixture of annoyance and
amusement. 

"Giles?" she said nervously.

He blinked a few times and then suddenly realization struck.

"Willow?" He stared at her. She blushed furiously. He swallowed hard
and then 
noticed that his hand was cupping her breast. 

"Oh Gods!" he cried as he jumped away from her, falling out of the bed
and 
landing on the floor with a thump.

"Are you okay?" she asked scrambling off her side of the bed.

"Wh-what… what..." he sputtered, managing to stand.

Willow frowned equally flustered. "I'm sorry…I…" She ducked her
head, but in 
doing so noticed a rather obvious bulge in his pajamas. Her eyes
quickly 
darted away as she blushed furiously.

He saw her reaction and followed her gaze. "Dear God," he choked and
grabbed 
the blanket to cover himself. He quickly wrapped it around his waist.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry, Giles," she repeated as bit her lower lip.

He felt his body respond her gesture and began to fidget. He tried to
pace, 
but kept tripping on the blanket.

"What are you doing here?" he raged.

"I tried the spell again."

"Willow!" he bellowed. "Have you no sense?"

"I'm sorry," she wailed.

"What could you have possibly been thinking?" he bellowed. "You know
how 
dangerous that damned spell is!"

"I know." 

"Damn it, Willow!"

"I know," she said softly.

"Are you all right?" he asked still almost yelling.

She nodded her head and his anger melted away. He took a deep a breath.
"Are 
you sure?"

"I'm fine."

"Thank God." He let out a long breath and sat unceremoniously on the
end of 
the bed. "Perhaps you'd like to explain."

"It's… well, it's kind of embarrassing," she started.

"Willow, I don't know what could possibly make this evening more 
embarrassing."

She sighed and braced herself for the coming storm. It was time to come
clean.

"Okay, the first time I tried the spell, I was in the park and ended up
at 
your apartment. I figured, I must have done something wrong. Right? I
mean, I 
like your place, I do and I spend a lot of time there... here… but
it's not 
really home, you know?"

He nodded.

"So then at the park the next morning. I tried it again and poof… I
didn't go 
anywhere. Another bust, but it wasn't… I felt it. I know it worked,
but I had 
to be sure."

"Be sure of what?"

She ignored him and continued. "I went home, to my parents' place
tonight and 
tried it from there. I thought about how home feels and…" She trailed
off, 
this was the moment of truth.

"And?" he prompted.

"I ended up here... there…here." She gestured to his bed. "It was
you. Each 
time - your door -  now here - in the park - I didn't go home, cause I
was 
already with you."

"Oh."

"I'm know this really embarrassing for you, Giles. I'm sorry and I'm
sorry I 
tried the spell again without you, but I had to know. I had to be
sure."

"Willow…"

"You don't have to say anything. It's okay. I didn't really need magick
to 
tell me anyway."

Giles was afraid he was still dreaming, for he'd dreamt of a moment so
very 
much like this one for so long. His legs felt weak, but somehow they
managed 
to carry him across the room.

He stood in front of her. Her eyes were brimming with emotion… such
honesty 
and love.

"I'm sorry," she said shyly ducking her head down to avoid his
intensity. 
"It's late… I guess I should go home."

"Oh, Willow," he whispered as he tilted her chin with a trembling hand.
"You 
*are* home."

He leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

Finally.

Home.

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