|Description||Willow wins, courtesy of wesley and Giles|
|Author's Notes||Willow POV, First time to write Wesley/Giles fic...want more? Encourage me. LOL|
I wasn't surprised...well,
okay. I guess I was a little surprised. I
mean, it's not everyday you drop by Giles' place and there he is making with the
tonsil hockey...with Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. The
whole "Giles kissing a man" thing wouldn't be a huge surprise; we all
pretty much know Giles is bi. After
finding out what he was like in his "Ripper" days (and being all right
with it) he hasn't bothered keeping much else from us.
No, the surprise part comes into play the way there's a difference
between knowing something happens and actually seeing it happen. There's this whole..."oh hey, look at that, in
Technicolor, with surround sound" thing going on there.
So how did I spy this, you
ask? Well, I was coming by Giles' apartment, as I said, when
something felt off. I'm not sure
how but I just felt something a little odd.
So I decided to peek in the window before I knocked. Hey, this is the Hellmouth, you never know what demon-y
things will pop out at you! And then poof you're dead...or undead which is
just...*shudders*. So anyway, I
took a peek as I was coming around and I noticed Wesley arguing with Giles about
something. It wasn't anything more
than their usual bickering. Wesley
was gesturing emphatically with his hands; Giles was looking annoyed and
polishing his glasses. I was about
to knock cause there's nothing weird about all that, when it all changed.
Giles dropped his arms
abruptly to his sides and said something directly to the flurry of movement
across from him. Wes stopped in his
tirade to look thoroughly flabbergasted and his expression changed to one of
total determination. He pushed his
glasses to rest on top of his head and I choked back a squeak of delight when he
began moving forward. He gently
took Giles' glasses from loose fingers, placed them behind Giles on the bar
between the living room and kitchen, and wrapped his fist in Giles' tie.
Wesley pushed Giles back against the counter until hips met, then yanked
on the tie to pull him in for a kiss. Giles'
hands floundered for a few seconds before coming to rest on Wesley's hips.
I didnít look away.
I couldnít. Giles. And
Wesley broke the kiss after a
moment and their foreheads leaned against one another.
One of them must have said something because they both nodded slightly
and Giles reached up to remove Wesley's glasses from the top of his head. Another kiss began, even more forceful this time, and I knew
I'd officially worn out my welcome.
As I turned away I was anticipating my gloating. We'd been speculating for weeks why Giles had been in such a good mood lately. Xander guessed he'd found some old obscure book he'd been waiting for, Buffy speculated he'd come into some money, and I'd endured the "ewws" and weird looks as I suggested that maybe he was getting laid. Guess I win! Mochaccinos every day for a month...come to mama!