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snoggedAnother oldie :) One of my first cracks at the fic world after taking an extended break from writing. To be honest, I can tell I wrote this back in high school.
TITLE: Love At First Sight (1/1)
AUTHOR: snogged (orignally written under Hel. We are one in the same.)
SPOILERS: Set during Season 3, Oz never existed.
RATING: G *light and fluffy*
PAIRING: Willow/Giles
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first attempt at Willow/Giles and also, this story is unbetaed and it is my first fiction in a really long time so my apologies if it is a little shaky. I wrote this based off my friend Shar's challenge.
FEEDBACK: I need it like I need air.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the characters or the lyrics to “The Saga Begins” by Weird Al.
“We started singing…My, my this here Anakin guy. May be Vader someday later – now he’s just a small fry. And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye. Saying ‘soon I’m gonna be a Jedi!” The young redhead screamed at the top of her lungs as she entered the library at Sunnydale High School.
She was greeted by the British librarian’s stare of disbelief. “Hi Giles.”
“Good afternoon Willow. Are you having an enjoyable birthday?” Giles asked, a small smile crept over his face. She looked adorable in her khaki skirt and hunter green top and it was nice to see her bright smile that seemed to light up the dark library.
“Of course I am Giles. I turned 18 today and I get to go see the premiere of Star Wars Episode One tonight and its Xander’s treat and Buffy got me this really cute teddy bear,” Willow set her backpack on the floor and pulled out a small, fuzzy brown teddy bear with a large red bow around its neck. “Isn’t he cute?”
“I brought you a present as well,” Giles replied, nervously playing with his wire-rimmed glasses as he walked into his office.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that G-Giles,” Willow stammered, a blush creeping into her cheeks. Ever since she had first laid eyes on the high school librarian she had developed a crush on him. She knew that nothing could ever come from it with the whole student-teacher relationship but her heart and hormones didn’t exactly agree with that theory.
Giles walked out of his office, his hands were behind his back. “Yes I did, Willow, you have done so much. You deserve this.” With one fluid movement, he pulled out a bouquet of red, long-stemmed roses and a box of chocolate covered cherries. Willow’s mouth fell open at the sight of the flowers.
“They’re beautiful,” Willow whispered.
“And so are you,” Giles confessed softly. “I understand that this isn’t proper but I cannot deny your beauty, intelligence, and maturity. I’ve never met anyone like you before and I don’t think I ever will. I’ve been paying attention to you, Willow. I love the way your eyes light up when you find the information you were searching for and your persistence in research. You have one of those 100-watt smiles like Julia Roberts. I am willing to accept the consequences that come with wanting to be with you. I think I might love you.”
Willow felt her heart soar. He thought she was beautiful. No one had ever called her beautiful before and it made her feel warm and fuzzy. “I have a confession to make as well. I think I might love you too.”
Giles quickly pulled the small girl into his arms and he brushed his lips against hers. Willow inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne and rested her head on his shoulder. Then, Giles started humming softly. Willow vaguely recognized the melody. She had heard it being played in his office before. It was Celtic and it had the most beautiful violin solos she had ever heard. She just always forgot to ask him where he got it.
Giles pulled away slightly, placing one hand on her waist and the other in her hand. Willow followed suit and placed her free hand on his shoulder. With Giles humming the melody, the new couple floated gracefully over the library floor. When they finally stopped, Giles kissed the redhead softly on the lips.
“Have fun at your movie, I will see you tomorrow,’’ Giles whispered.
“That was the best birthday present ever,” Willow answered enthusiastically. “I love you, Rupert Giles.”
Giles was slightly taken aback by her use of his first name but he smiled anyway. “I love you, Willow Rosenberg.”
TITLE: Love At First Sight (1/1)
AUTHOR: snogged (orignally written under Hel. We are one in the same.)
SPOILERS: Set during Season 3, Oz never existed.
RATING: G *light and fluffy*
PAIRING: Willow/Giles
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first attempt at Willow/Giles and also, this story is unbetaed and it is my first fiction in a really long time so my apologies if it is a little shaky. I wrote this based off my friend Shar's challenge.
FEEDBACK: I need it like I need air.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the characters or the lyrics to “The Saga Begins” by Weird Al.
“We started singing…My, my this here Anakin guy. May be Vader someday later – now he’s just a small fry. And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye. Saying ‘soon I’m gonna be a Jedi!” The young redhead screamed at the top of her lungs as she entered the library at Sunnydale High School.
She was greeted by the British librarian’s stare of disbelief. “Hi Giles.”
“Good afternoon Willow. Are you having an enjoyable birthday?” Giles asked, a small smile crept over his face. She looked adorable in her khaki skirt and hunter green top and it was nice to see her bright smile that seemed to light up the dark library.
“Of course I am Giles. I turned 18 today and I get to go see the premiere of Star Wars Episode One tonight and its Xander’s treat and Buffy got me this really cute teddy bear,” Willow set her backpack on the floor and pulled out a small, fuzzy brown teddy bear with a large red bow around its neck. “Isn’t he cute?”
“I brought you a present as well,” Giles replied, nervously playing with his wire-rimmed glasses as he walked into his office.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that G-Giles,” Willow stammered, a blush creeping into her cheeks. Ever since she had first laid eyes on the high school librarian she had developed a crush on him. She knew that nothing could ever come from it with the whole student-teacher relationship but her heart and hormones didn’t exactly agree with that theory.
Giles walked out of his office, his hands were behind his back. “Yes I did, Willow, you have done so much. You deserve this.” With one fluid movement, he pulled out a bouquet of red, long-stemmed roses and a box of chocolate covered cherries. Willow’s mouth fell open at the sight of the flowers.
“They’re beautiful,” Willow whispered.
“And so are you,” Giles confessed softly. “I understand that this isn’t proper but I cannot deny your beauty, intelligence, and maturity. I’ve never met anyone like you before and I don’t think I ever will. I’ve been paying attention to you, Willow. I love the way your eyes light up when you find the information you were searching for and your persistence in research. You have one of those 100-watt smiles like Julia Roberts. I am willing to accept the consequences that come with wanting to be with you. I think I might love you.”
Willow felt her heart soar. He thought she was beautiful. No one had ever called her beautiful before and it made her feel warm and fuzzy. “I have a confession to make as well. I think I might love you too.”
Giles quickly pulled the small girl into his arms and he brushed his lips against hers. Willow inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne and rested her head on his shoulder. Then, Giles started humming softly. Willow vaguely recognized the melody. She had heard it being played in his office before. It was Celtic and it had the most beautiful violin solos she had ever heard. She just always forgot to ask him where he got it.
Giles pulled away slightly, placing one hand on her waist and the other in her hand. Willow followed suit and placed her free hand on his shoulder. With Giles humming the melody, the new couple floated gracefully over the library floor. When they finally stopped, Giles kissed the redhead softly on the lips.
“Have fun at your movie, I will see you tomorrow,’’ Giles whispered.
“That was the best birthday present ever,” Willow answered enthusiastically. “I love you, Rupert Giles.”
Giles was slightly taken aback by her use of his first name but he smiled anyway. “I love you, Willow Rosenberg.”
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