The Anniversary Gift
by Red
The Anniversary Gift
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The Anniversary Gift
Tangilass & Red
G/W/B...other pairings too...
Joss' folk.
pg13 this part...nc17 soon
Summary: It's Will and Giles 5th anniversary...has he forgotten?
~~~~~Chapter 1~~~~~
She stood, nose pressed into the corner, just as he had told her to...yes, that had been over an hour ago and he wasn't home yet. She sighed and crossed her arms and while contemplating a retreat to the bedroom, her thoughts were pierced by the squeeking of the front door as it opened. Part of her screamed for her to turn around and ask him what the hell was his problem? Yet still she stood, nose against the wall, arms crossed, a scowl on her face...how dare he make her wait so long, TODAY.
~~~~earlier~~~~~
Giles sat dumbfounded behind his desk and watched as Willow stormed out, jsut mere seconds after the demonology book she had been holding in her hand went whizzing by his head. Somewhat stunned, made no move to go after her, staying where he was, contemplating the events of the day...
It had started out less than stellar and had been gradually getting worse, building up from the little episode at breakfast this morning... replacing his tea with coffee.. and Taster Choice at that! Hiding an Englishman's tea in itself was reason enough for him to bend her right over the table and spank her adorable little bum. However, he had not.. Instead, he had calmy walked over and placed the cup into the sink, making his own tea.
Willow, for her part, had just stood there and watched, even sticking her tongue out at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Giles had to laugh inside.
She never ceased to amaze him. Had she forgetten there is a mirror right over the sink? Did she think he was as daft as to not notice? But being the patient man that he was, Giles mearly let it go. After all, he was madly in love with her.
By the time they had gotten to work, however, that love was most definately being tested. The redhead had worked herself up into a very obvious snit, having not spoken more than two words to him the whole way there. And work itself was another matter altogether, for when they had arrived, she had stalked into the building and over to one of the tables in the corner, sitting down in a huff.
It had been about that time that Xander made his entrance, being his usual bouncy, if not somewhat boisterous, self. Normally, this would have been enough to change the redhead's demeanour...after all, the Aquaman undie wearin' y chromo had been her best bud since forever. However, so in a mood the witch was, not even her old pal could change it.
In fact, he seemed to make the mood worse. Willow listened quietly to him as long as she could, then the storm errupted.
It errupted so loud and so abrupt that it left Xander standing there, sputtering for somethng to say to make things better. But years of Willow friendship had taught him that, although it took ALOT to make the redhead mad, once she was, look out!
He sat by and watched for over an hour, the fast descend from cranky to flat out bitca...cringing at the colorful language she used during the phone call to the supply house. Finally he just gave up, said his goodbyes and left, looking like a little wounded puppy. Giles jsut watched, not sayng a word...he was a patient man. However, patience was most definately running out..
The straw that ran the patience out, had been the book that had just whizzed my his head, barely missing his oxibotol lobe. He had watched Willow leave, storm out was more accurate, after having flung Demonolgy Volume 5...watched, stunned, contemplating the days events.After a few minutes of deep and yes, somewhat naughty thought, he casually reached over and picked up the phone, dialing their house. He knew that she was most likely on her way home and he had definate plans on how to deal with her bahavior in the most proper of ways.
He smiled as the other end picked up and chuckled at their message...the one they had made together. As it ended, he pulled out his strict voice and began.
"Young Lady, I want your bare ass in the cornor when I return home at five o'clock sharp. If it is not, we will be having a LONG TALK...longer than the one we already WILL be having. I do suggest that you heed my warning and make yourself comfortable until then, for it shall be the last time you are comfortable for awhile."
With that said, he hung up the telephone, smiled and went back to fnshing his work..
~~~~~Back to present time~~~~~
So Willow stood, nose pressed against the wall.. arms crossed, waiting and waiting for the man she loved more than life itself, contemplating her day and the events that had lead to her current situation...
~~~~~the day from Will's point of view~~~~~
She had awoken that morning extremely happy, blissfully excited, near heart failure with anticipation. Today was there fifth anniversary...five years since they had been married...six years since they had professed their love for each other. Willow Rosenberg and Rupert Giles...oh how she loved this man, more than life itself! And as she had hopped out of bed, bounding into the bathroom for a quck shower, she couldn't help but think what her man had planned for this most special day.
After a nice relaxing shower, one with which her mind raced with the naughty possibilities her Englishman would have planned, the redhead stepped from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her, only to be met with a chaste kiss and a very quick 'goodmorning darling' before said Englishman had stepped from the room and headed down for his breakfast.
She stood there mouth, hanging open for several minutes, before getting dressed and mading her way downstairs..
{HesforgottenbutthatcantbeheNEVERforgetsbuthedidofallthethingsto forgetohhhhTHATman!}
Willow's mental babble had been more than enough to send her into one of her rare yet deadly moods. However, what had transpired after had surprised even the witch herself. The whole morning seemed like a blur...first the coffee, then poor Xander...she grimmaced at that one. She would have to make it up to him.
And the shipment of books that were late...why had she let Spike teach her those words in the first place?
But the worst part, oh the worst part, was that through it all Mr. calm, cool Englishman poopy head had not said a word, not ONE damn word. That was what finally pushed her over the edge...that was when she had finally lost it all together and her mood went from controlled anger to a full blown fit as she threw the large black book at him, then stormed out of the building intent on going home and taking the scissors in hand to cut up each and every pair of his boxers. Oh THAT would show him! Darn tootin'!
~~~~~end flash~~~~~
The moment she had walked through the door, she saw the machine flashing red and knew who the message was from. Of course, leave a message, don't actually TALK to me. Giles knew she could never just, leave the light blinking...just as he had known she was going home...years of being together taught you many things. Unanswered messages was at the top of his Willow's list of pet peeves.
Giles knew she would collect his message, however, what she did with the information once she heard it, well that was anyones guess. The one thing he had learned early on in their relationship as lovers, was that Willow Rosenberg was an unpredictable woman. And that, was just one of the many things he so loved about her.
She had grown from a shy lttle girl into a very remarkable woman, whose passions matched her firey red hair...whose soul was as deep as her emerald eyes. The once gangly student, self professed computer geel now had curves in ALL the right places and the knowledge of how to use them. The mere sight of her could take his breath away...not to mention, make his little watcher spring to attention...
And just as he had predicted, she hit the machine the second she walked in, listening to the messages as she rummaged around for the scissors in the kitchen drawer. The first one, the dentist calling to confirm her appointment for the next day, then a telemarketer or two...Buffy calling to tell them to have a Happy Anniversary...
Willow's mind wandered as a smile formed on her face the size of Texas...Buffy...goddess, how she missed the slayer.
It had been nearly a year since she'd seen her last...working the Clevland hellmouth with Faith kept her extremely busy...and as happy as Willow was with Giles...and she WAS happy, usually...a part of her heart ached for the other one she had always loved...the one she knew could never love her back...and it only made her bad mood worse.
"Fine ms. slayer, all saving the world so much ya can't even come and celebrate your best friend's wedding anniversary."
She had to laugh, however, when the next message played. It was from the most unique of couples, Spike and Xander and they were singing a very poor rendidtion of the happy birthday song, only the words had been changed to happy Anniversary. She had to smile, those two always made her smile, as in her mind she remembered how they had gotten together after the battle with the First. Can we say, surprise to everyone? They babbled on, Spike now doing his own punk version of the song and she laugher out loud. That laugh soon died when she heard the next message...
Lady, I want your bare ass in the cornor when I return home at five o'clock sharp. If it is not, we will be having a LONG TALK...longer than the one we already WILL be having. I do suggest that you heed my warning and make yourself comfortable until then, for it shall be the last time you are comfortable for awhile."
And so it was how Giles found her, a smile on his face as he stepped into the living room. Forcing that smile back, he cleared his throat and said, "I do believe we need to discuss your behavior, darling."