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Giles/Willow: Too Much
Drunken!Giles ficathon entry, which I thought was due on New Year’s Eve, argh. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trkkr47, I know your first choice was Giles/Ethan, but that wasn’t working for me so I resorted to the second option…
Title: Too Much
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Giles/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Fortrkkr47 who wanted post-Chosen, Giles ranting, and Giles hitting on Willow, no over-the-top silliness or angst. There’s angst, I’m sorry, it crept in when I wasn’t looking.
It took a whole glass of wine, and most of a second one, before it began to register that Andrew had perhaps been a bit confused as to what mulled wine actually was, and that he’d somehow made it about ninety percent proof.
By the time Giles had put all this together, he was too pissed to care, and he sat down heavily on the stairs to finish his glass. The stairs were longer than he remembered. The carpet was softer, too, velvety under his hand. And there definitely wasn’t normally a girl sitting on the top step, although this didn’t surprise him very much. The party was overrun with girls. It was quite a relief to see someone else who wasn’t a Slayer and also, this was the important bit, wasn’t Andrew.
Willow waved, and bumped herself down a couple of stairs until she was sitting beside him. “Giles! I like your house. And your, this.” She waved her glass. The wine made an interesting splatter pattern on the carpet. “Your hot wine. Is also good.”
“You’re drunk,” he said severely. “That’s unlike you, Willow. I’m very, very…” There was a word for that. What was it? “Pleased?” he hazarded.
“Doesn’t sound right.” She swayed against him, propping her chin against his shoulder. “Disappointed?”
“Yes, that sounds more like the thing.” He toasted the air. “Well done, that man.”
“What man?”
He frowned. “What man? I didn’t see any men. Just women. Girls.”
“I know! And, y’know, I’m all ‘yay, huzzah for girls’ but there are so many and they’re all, they’re so… ooh, I really like this shirt, is it new?”
“No respect,” Giles said, oblivious. “No respect for me, for anyone with a bit more experience. They never listen, not that that’s anything new, you lot never listened either...”
“But we did it in a way that showed we cared,” she protested. “We never listened with love.”
It was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to Giles in his entire life, and he told her so. His arm had found its way across her shoulders and he was too comfortable to try moving it.
“Giles?”
“Hm?”
“I think I’m kind of drunk.”
“I’d tend to agree.”
She patted her face. “Is my nose red, like in cartoons?”
“Your hair is.” A strand had slipped free from the clasp, was hanging over her eye; he brushed it back. Her hair was very red, he thought, and her skin was very pale, and her eyes were very large and very green; surely it was only when she was drunk, or he was, that she became such a study in intensity. It would hurt to look at her otherwise.
Sober, his brain might have pointed out other superlatives, like the fact that she was very young and had a girlfriend who was somewhere in the building and very strong. Sober, he wouldn’t say, “Willow…” and angle his head and close the tiny distance between his mouth and hers, and he certainly wouldn’t do all of this in a hallway where anyone (Kennedy) might catch them.
Willow must have been less drunk than she’d let on. That, or she had good reflexes, because she kissed him back – reaching up to stroke the side of his face, and she tasted like the wine, exotic and warm – but then she was pulling away, standing, and Kennedy was approaching the bottom of the stairs.
“Hey. Been looking for you. Hi, Giles,” she added, an obvious afterthought. “Great party. C’mon, Will, I wanna dance.”
She glanced back at him, guilt already written all over her face.
“Go,” he said. “I’m fine. I could do with getting another drink.”
“Your glass is half full,” Kennedy pointed out.
He gave her a chilly smile. “Some would say it’s half empty.”
trkkr47, I know your first choice was Giles/Ethan, but that wasn’t working for me so I resorted to the second option…Title: Too Much
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Giles/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For
trkkr47 who wanted post-Chosen, Giles ranting, and Giles hitting on Willow, no over-the-top silliness or angst. There’s angst, I’m sorry, it crept in when I wasn’t looking.It took a whole glass of wine, and most of a second one, before it began to register that Andrew had perhaps been a bit confused as to what mulled wine actually was, and that he’d somehow made it about ninety percent proof.
By the time Giles had put all this together, he was too pissed to care, and he sat down heavily on the stairs to finish his glass. The stairs were longer than he remembered. The carpet was softer, too, velvety under his hand. And there definitely wasn’t normally a girl sitting on the top step, although this didn’t surprise him very much. The party was overrun with girls. It was quite a relief to see someone else who wasn’t a Slayer and also, this was the important bit, wasn’t Andrew.
Willow waved, and bumped herself down a couple of stairs until she was sitting beside him. “Giles! I like your house. And your, this.” She waved her glass. The wine made an interesting splatter pattern on the carpet. “Your hot wine. Is also good.”
“You’re drunk,” he said severely. “That’s unlike you, Willow. I’m very, very…” There was a word for that. What was it? “Pleased?” he hazarded.
“Doesn’t sound right.” She swayed against him, propping her chin against his shoulder. “Disappointed?”
“Yes, that sounds more like the thing.” He toasted the air. “Well done, that man.”
“What man?”
He frowned. “What man? I didn’t see any men. Just women. Girls.”
“I know! And, y’know, I’m all ‘yay, huzzah for girls’ but there are so many and they’re all, they’re so… ooh, I really like this shirt, is it new?”
“No respect,” Giles said, oblivious. “No respect for me, for anyone with a bit more experience. They never listen, not that that’s anything new, you lot never listened either...”
“But we did it in a way that showed we cared,” she protested. “We never listened with love.”
It was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to Giles in his entire life, and he told her so. His arm had found its way across her shoulders and he was too comfortable to try moving it.
“Giles?”
“Hm?”
“I think I’m kind of drunk.”
“I’d tend to agree.”
She patted her face. “Is my nose red, like in cartoons?”
“Your hair is.” A strand had slipped free from the clasp, was hanging over her eye; he brushed it back. Her hair was very red, he thought, and her skin was very pale, and her eyes were very large and very green; surely it was only when she was drunk, or he was, that she became such a study in intensity. It would hurt to look at her otherwise.
Sober, his brain might have pointed out other superlatives, like the fact that she was very young and had a girlfriend who was somewhere in the building and very strong. Sober, he wouldn’t say, “Willow…” and angle his head and close the tiny distance between his mouth and hers, and he certainly wouldn’t do all of this in a hallway where anyone (Kennedy) might catch them.
Willow must have been less drunk than she’d let on. That, or she had good reflexes, because she kissed him back – reaching up to stroke the side of his face, and she tasted like the wine, exotic and warm – but then she was pulling away, standing, and Kennedy was approaching the bottom of the stairs.
“Hey. Been looking for you. Hi, Giles,” she added, an obvious afterthought. “Great party. C’mon, Will, I wanna dance.”
She glanced back at him, guilt already written all over her face.
“Go,” he said. “I’m fine. I could do with getting another drink.”
“Your glass is half full,” Kennedy pointed out.
He gave her a chilly smile. “Some would say it’s half empty.”
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Sober, his brain might have pointed out other superlatives, like the fact that she was very young and had a girlfriend who was somewhere in the building and very strong. Sober, he wouldn’t say, “Willow…” and angle his head and close the tiny distance between his mouth and hers, and he certainly wouldn’t do all of this in a hallway where anyone (Kennedy) might catch them
Hee. That's the best bit. But the last line made me tear up a little bit. Thank you!
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“You’re drunk,” he said severely. “That’s unlike you, Willow. I’m very, very…” There was a word for that. What was it? “Pleased?” he hazarded.
You do such a good job of capturing the drunken mindset, or lack thereof! And oh, the ending is so sweetly sad...
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((reads))
Aww.
((reads more))
He gave her a chilly smile. “Some would say it’s half empty.”
Jeez BREAK my heart why don't you....Beautiful little sad Xmastime story.
((sniff))
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Gina
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Belonging (http://www.livejournal.com/users/doyle_sb4/167053.html) (after Chosen)
The Shape Of Your Heart (http://www.livejournal.com/users/doyle_sb4/259056.html) (Chosen)
Life As a Killer (http://www.livejournal.com/users/doyle_sb4/218630.html) (after Grave)
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very nice to read on what has been a bit of a stressful day, thank you. :)
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Absolutely wonderful last line, and a great hint that there's something still moving after the last line is done. Perfect last line. I think I'm quickly becoming a Giles/Willow fan since I wrote one, and I definately enjoyed reading this one.
Mr. Twisted Whispers (aka The Fiance)
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Loved it. Very nice drunken angle and the last line was absolutely perfect!
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Hee! Best line ever. Well, that and the bit about not listening with love. Seriously, great job!
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This was adorable! The last line is very powerful, and the angst was quality angst, so I'll let you get away with it ;)
btw, can I archive this and The Shape of Your Heart and Life As A Killer over at willowgiles.com? I've been seriously falling behind on the updatage over there (bad me), but these fics should really be there.
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