A/N: This is an alternate version of 'Near Mistletoe.' written for MelRose4(hope this is what you had in mind). The changed text is in italics.

"Oof!"Willow uttered as her body slammed into to Giles as she was entering the library and he was exiting. "Oops," she said, "sorry."

"That's quite all right." Giles returned, lowering his arms from the girl's shoulders; he had instinctively put them up to steady her when they collided. He straitened his glasses that had been shifted slightly askew with the impact.

"I didn't think you would be here." Willow ventured, "What with it being Christmas eve and all, I figured you'd probably had plans."

"Uh, no, not as such."

Willow's brow crinkled, "I would have thought that Buffy would have invited you over to spend it with her and her mom."

Giles cleared his throat awkwardly, "Erm, no, no she didn't. But it's just as well, I've never been much for the holidays. I'd rather spend the time with my books."

Willow smiled, that she could understand.

"What about you?" Giles asked, "Why are you at home with your family celebrating?"

"Oh, well you know, Jewish?" She reminded.

Giles winced regrettably for his forgetfulness, "Yes, of course you are," he said, "but isn't Chanukah still going on, shouldn't you be with your parents for that?"

"In theory, yes," said Willow, "but there out of town."

"Hmm, I'm sorry to hear that."

"That's okay." Willow said, beaming her signature sanguine smile. "I won't be alone, Oz is coming over." she immediately blushed after telling him that figuring he could probably guess what two teenagers would get up to alone in a house while the adults were away, "Were going to watch some movies." she added trying to make it sound innocent.

Giles gave her a small smile. "Sounds lovely." He said, "So what brings you by here then?"

"Oh, right," she had almost forgot why she was there herself, "I forgot my book bag."

"Ah," Giles remarked and stepped out of the way so she could get by.

"Thanks." She went in and grabbed her bag from behind the counter where she had left it by the computer, Giles stayed in the doorway, still holding the door open.

Willow smiled as she made her way back to the door, seeing the little piece of Viscum album dangling above it, "Hey, Giles?" she ventured when she was standing under it with him again.


"If you're not into the holidays then why did you put up mistletoe?"

"Hmm?" Giles said again, his forehead crinkling. Willow nodded her head up, Giles looked, "Oh, that, Buffy put that up, said the library needed to be more festive." He gave a droll smile.

"Well this is kind of interesting isn't it?" Willow hazarded.

"What's that?"

"Well, you know, you and me," she nodded upward again, "and the mistletoe."

Giles still didn't seem to catch her drift.

"You know," she prodded, "the we're standing under it and all, you know?"

"Oh!" Giles exclaimed, understanding finally hitting, "oh, yes, indeed."

"Well you know what the tradition is for when two people are caught under the mistletoe?"

"Yes, I'm aware." He said, his voice going low as his eyes locked onto her lips. Her tongue peaked out, running along the seem of her lips, wetting them. Giles followed the action, tension growing down in his loins. He wanted to swoop down and captured her tongue, suck on it, taste it. He wanted to push his tongue through the velvet ropes of her lips, and go spelunking in the sacred cavern of her mouth to find the hidden pleasures within. He wanted to take her in her arms and press himself against her lissom body, feel her heat rubbing against him.

Willow was breathing rapidly, her mouth had gone dry as she looked up at Giles and saw the way his eyes had darkened. She licked her lips, and as her tongue slid across them, she wondered what Giles' tongue would feel like, his lips. She bet his lips were soft, she always imagined they would be. She bet he was an incredible kisser, with all the experience he must have.

She wondered if he kissed like the reserved librarian/watcher guy he was now, or the wild, passionate Ripper he used to be, she always imagined the former. She wondered what his body would feel like against her-she'd bet it was hard. She imagined, his strong arms going around her, her fingers would twirl in the tweed of his jacket. She had imagined what it would be like to kiss Giles ever since the first time she came into the library and saw him standing there behind the counter, and finally now after four years, her fantasy looked like it was about to come true.

Giles was leaning down toward Willow, like being pulled beyond his control to the magnetic field of her mouth. He was so close he could feel the heat of her breath on him, the heat of her body. Only a few more inches and he'd be able to taste her. He heard a small whimper escape from the girl's throat, she wanted him. God, he wanted her. Never wanted anyone so much. And he could have her. Right now he could. But of course it would be wrong of him, and tomorrow when the cloud of lust cleared he would hate himself for taking advantage.

Willow could see the shift behind Giles' fogged up glasses, she knew he was about to back out.

'Well, we'll see about that mister.' she thought. Willow had dreamed about this moment since she first walked into the Sunnydale high library three years ago and saw the man behind the counter. She still remembers the rush of heat that ripped through her core the moment he opened his mouth and said, "May I help you?" in that sexy accent. This was her chance to make her wildest fantasy come true and she'd be damned if she was going to let it pass her by.

"Yes, well I suppose it's a good thing that– " Giles' words were cut off when Willow wrapped her hands around the lapels of his jacket and pulled him toward her, popping up on her tip-toes to meet his mouth.

Giles' yelp of surprise melted into a moan as Willow's warm soft lips moved against his. His arms went about her waist and hoisted her supple body to his; it felt even better than he had imagined. His hands journeyed downward until his palms found the firm swell of her ass. He gently squeezed her. Willow let out a moan, her hips grinding lightly against, the burgeoning bulge in Giles' groin.

She slipped tongue taking questing gentle laps at the slight divide of his lips, Giles parted them wider to grant her entrance. Her smooth tongue slipped into his mouth slowly and began massaging his. Giles started to suck on it. Willow rubbed against him harder, trying to appease the throbbing between her legs.

She remembered suddenly that she had planned to lose her virginity tonight. Though, this was not exactly the situation she had in mind. But, she had imagined many times making Giles her first. The idea that that could come true, sent away all thoughts of the boy she was supposed to be with tonight.

She sent her hands down and started pulling Giles' shirt out of the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers, awkwardly trying to work the fasten of his belt; she'd never done it from this angle before.

Giles was shocked out of his lust by the girl's action. He broke away and looked down at her quizzically. She looked back up with him, her large green eyes– pupils wide with desire– were full of determination.

"I want this." She murmured, breathlessly. "I've always wanted this."

"God, help me, so have I." He replied, pulling her in for another kiss. He led her blindly to his office; where there was a leather sofa to lay her down on.

His body covered hers, his hands sliding up her skirt...

"Wait," Willow panted, Giles immediately moved his hand away and pulled up; thinking that she must have changed her mind. She smiled up at his disappointed face and said, "I just wanted to say: happy Christmas, Giles."

Giles' lips curved slowly upward. "Happy Chanukah, Willow."



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