There he was. The Librarian. From hanging around with these young people she had already figured out there was more to him and the others than was readily apparent. But him -- Rupert Giles. He was the one. It was because of him that she was stranded in SunnyHell. And as a teenager for goddess's sake!
It was past one in the morning and Anya had been hiding in the stacks of the library waiting for Willow and Oz to leave. They were the last. Xander had left a while ago and the rest before that. Except for Giles. He was alone. Perfect.
She went down to the lower level.
"Hi!" she spoke brightly, smiling most winningly at him.
Startled, he nearly spilled the cup of tea on the table at his elbow.
Turning to her, he said, "Anya. Hello. What are you doing here so late? I don't remember seeing you come in."
His voice was not all that friendly. Apparently he was still upset with her for bringing Vamp-Willow to their reality. Like she'd done it on purpose. Geez.
"I, uh, came in earlier. I sort of, well, fell asleep reading up there."
"Ah." He nodded. "It happens to a lot of people, actually. The quiet gets to them."
"It's cozy up there," she agreed. Standing with hands clasped behind her back, she stood near him. Waiting.
"Is there something I can help you with? I was just about to go home."
"There is something..." she moved closer. As fast as her awkward human reflexes would allow, she struck out and grabbed his throat, fingers clutching his windpipe. "I'm going to make you pay, mortal!"
Giles was shocked into immobility. That lasted all of two seconds, and then he knocked her hands away. Getting up so suddenly that his chair toppled over, he backed away from her.
"What the devil...?"
"The devil indeed, human. I worked another spell. This time to find out what happened to my necklace and how I lost it in the alternate reality. Do you know what I found out?" She stalked towards him, eyes narrowed angrily. "I found out that your double in that universe was responsible for destroying my power center! Do you have any idea how pissed off I am at you? Not to mention the fact that I got 32 on my Algebra exam this morning, I'm supposed to take a makeup test tomorrow after school and..." she flapped her arms while trying to speak around her rage, "my landlord raised my rent."
Giles kept a chair between them while she spoke.
"You forget yourself, Anya. You're human now, too, and possessing a human's strength. You can't hurt me."
Blinded by the fury of her vengeance, both intended and thwarted, Anya rushed at him and leapt with fingers curled talon-like, reaching for him. Her sudden attack caught him off-guard. He reacted but not quickly enough, throwing himself to the side. Anya still managed to grab him by the shoulders and they both tumbled to the floor, sliding across the tiles until the momentum deserted them and they stopped.
Anya found herself trapped under his outflung arm and shoved at him, struggling to get away. Giles grabbed her around the waist to keep her from doing so. Anya fought him, kicking and squirming in his grip. Giles hung on, throwing a leg over and scissoring her legs between his thighs. He got an elbow under her chin. Even in her rage, she realized the futility of fighting with a man twice her size and at least that much stronger than she was. She went limp.
Giles removed his elbow.
"Are you going to behave now?" he asked leaning down into her face.
She nodded.
"Good. If you ever..." he disentangled their legs, "try to contact that other reality again..."
Anya kicked him solidly in the ankle.
"Ow! Little bitch!"
Crawling away on all fours, Anya scurried across the floor.
eavy weight landed on top of her, flattening her. She struggled to get out from under him, trying to escape the pain of her breasts being compressed against the cold hard tiles. Giles hung on, draped across her back with one arm wound around her shoulders and chest as she bucked and heaved under him.
t was when she became aware of something hard pressing up against her ass.
She didn't know what it was at first and wriggled sideways trying to get away from it. It settled more firmly along the curve of her butt. Instinct kicked in at that point and she stopped moving.
Giles stilled as well.
They lay there in a tangled heap pressed very closely together. Neither moved for an excruciatingly long moment.
Feeling him lift his weight off her, Anya raised her ass and wriggled it again, pushing up and back. Giles stayed where he was, his breath hot against her neck. He placed the cool fingers of one hand against her throat, pulled her hair back and pressed his lips to her skin.
Lightning shot through her body settling somewhere deep inside her core. She didn't even know she had a core. All she knew for sure was that she was burning from the inside out and it itched like mad, creeping around inside her belly and between her legs.
Whimpering, she twisted underneath him and wound up on her back with his arms caging her on either side. She looked up. Giles' eyes were feverish. He gazed at her hungrily, like she was his last meal.
"I want... I don't know what I want! Do something!" she cried in frustration. "I don't even know what's happening to me. Human bodies don't come with instruction manuals you know."
The most fascinating expression crossed Giles' face and he bent his head towards hers. Their mouths met. Anya thought he was trying to smother her, but realized that he was starting whatever it was that would take care of this aching need that swept through her. His tongue swooshed around to tangle with hers.
Understanding dawned. Wrenching her mouth from his, she said, "Sex! That's what this is. I need sex!" She looked at him smirking down at her, and ordered, "Give me sex!" right before she grasped him by the ears and yanked him down on top of her.
"Never had sex?" he asked as she tore his shirt apart and off his shoulders.
Anya stared hungrily then rubbed her palms upwards over his chest.
"I know what it is -- without sex I would have been out of business centuries ago -- but as an immortal I never had the need for it. Oh by Erelza in the heavens! Do that again!"
Giles smiled and shoved his fingers back under her panties to find *that* spot. He stroked her from front to back, producing an embarrassing wetness there. Then he wiggled his fingers and Anya's pelvis lifted on its own accord, thrusting against his hand.
"Ohgoddess!"
He did something that felt like he was rotating his thumb hard against some special part of her and she bucked her hips uncontrollably. She stopped only when the world went white and then black.
When she came to, he was crouching nearby. He wore the most unfathomable expression on his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"You pretend that you care," she complained, trying to sneer and failing miserably. She felt shaky and little tremors rumbled through her.
"Didn't you enjoy it?" A smile played across his lips and settled in his eyes. That was when she noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses and that the belt hung open on his pants. His shirt was in tatters. His hair was all mussed, a light flush brightened his marvelous cheekbones, and his green eyes sparkled. He looked great.
That realization just about tore it. She wasn't supposed to notice things like that. She had no need. She was immortal. No. She was...human.
"Of course I enjoyed it!" she snapped. Then: "What are you doing?"
"This?" He glanced down at the foil packet he was twirling between his fingers. "Just a little something to help us with the next round."
"A condom." She was guessing. She'd seen them advertised on television. Cable was great for teaching her about life as a mortal although it hadn't sufficiently prepared her for what had just happened to her.
"Very good, luv."
He'd caught the uncertainty in her voice. Dammit.
"You're enjoying holding all this knowledge over me, aren't you?"
He shrugged, looking less like the Librarian and more like one of those bad boys she'd been paid to wreak her vengeance on so many times. He knelt next to her and leaned down to smooth her hair away from her face.
"I'd enjoy you more, I'm sure."
Dammit again. He was being *nice*. "Cut it out."
He pulled his hand away, misunderstanding.
"No!" She pushed herself up on her elbows and realized her skirt was around her waist and her panties were halfway down her thighs. She left them as they were. "I meant don't be nice to me. Be whatever it was you were before when we were rolling around on the floor. Do that to me again."
"I have something better in mind."
"What could be better?" She had to know.
He looked at her askance, perhaps fully realizing her lack of knowledge in this kind of activity.
"Better would be my pleasure as well as yours." He glanced down.
She followed his gaze. Not only was his belt open but so was the zipper on his pants. She could see his aqua coloured boxer shorts peeking out and some part of him bulging behind them.
Anya's face flamed. That burning sensation geared up again. There was a catch in her throat and a weird shivery feeling traveled up and down the length of her, inside and out.
"Ohh," she groaned, grabbing him and pulling him down on top of her again. She tried to push her underpants out of the way at the same time. Giles helped by ripping them off her.
"That works," she noted and clamped her legs around his waist.
"Hang on!" He resisted her attempts to draw him down. Sitting back he removed the condom and reached inside his pants to free his erection. Anya's mouth watered when she saw it. It was big and looked far too large to fit anywhere in her body comfortably. He placed the condom on the tip of his penis and rolled it down the shaft.
Anya found herself stretching her hands out to him, surprised at her actions, unsure of where they were coming from.
Giles went to her, settling inside her embrace and lowered his body between her upraised knees. He reached between them to do something down there, and then thrust forward with his hips.
Something very large and hard and hot slid up inside of Anya, spreading her wide. She whimpered again. This time knowing that it was him -- his penis -- did little to reassure her.
Instinct took over once more and she pushed up to meet his thrusts.
"Ahhhh!"
"Do you like it, little demon?" Giles asked, looking even less like a Librarian than ever. His entire face seemed changed. A glorious darkness suffused his being.
Anya tried, but just couldn't be annoyed with him, at his tone. He was doing such wonderful things to her. His hands were on her breasts -- under her shirt -- kneading and stroking. And that pumping thing... By the heavens, it felt so good.
That was when a strange sensation washed over her. It was like before only way, way more so.
It was building deep from within. It made her teeth ache and her toes curl. The air in her lungs was stolen from her and she began to quiver all over.
"ohgoddessgoddessgoddess!" She clutched at Giles' arms, needing the connection to ground her to reality.
It...whatever it was...blasted her into a million pieces and she shrieked in her birth language as she reached the pinnacle of her destruction.
Giles continued to thrust into her. Then he froze and cried out, the tension in him draining away and he sagged. As he lay on top of her, neither of them exactly holding the other, Anya found she still existed after all and sought the use of her voice.
Swallowing hard, she whispered, "That was a good thing, right?"
His quiet chuckles caused his body to shake.
"A very good thing," he agreed, looking closely into her eyes.
Anya touched the side of his face. "Tell me something. Are you good at Algebra too?"