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She's the One for Me	By : QueenB Category: > Buffy/Giles Views: 9320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike slid on his duster and left his crypt as soon as the sun set. He was a vampire on a mission. Buffy hadn’t visited him once since he’d taken his lumps from that Glory bint. You’d think she’d appreciate his taking one for the team but, oh no, she just sent her miserable flunkies.
And that didn’t include the Watcher. He wasn’t sure what to make of that. Discreet inquiries hadn’t gotten anything solid out of them about Buffy and the Watcher. Was that why Buffy was keeping her distance, so he wouldn’t smell that doddering old berk on her?
He ground his teeth together as he loped towards Buffy’s house. With Glory gone the barrier should be down and the interior barrier should be gone, too. Then he and the Slayer could have a nice little chat about things.
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Buffy adjusted the leather coat one last time. It was shiny, brand new as a matter of fact. She wondered how Spike had been able to afford it. She knocked on Giles’s door and when he opened it, she grinned. “Showtime.”
He smiled back and she noted the white shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and the casual slacks he was wearing. He drew her in and had barely shut the door before she whirled him into an ardent kiss. He grabbed her and they swayed together for a moment before he pulled gently out of her arms. “Buffy, I have to tell you I don’t feel quite comfortable doing this.”
“Having sex with somebody watching? Yeah, it kinda squicks me, too. But, if that shrine I saw was any indication, Spike has been spying on me for a while now so I think I can take it just once more if he takes the hint and backs off.”
“And if he doesn’t? It was his spying on you that led him to expose Riley’s little nocturnal walks.”
“Uh huh. But I doubt he’ll be catching you in anything like that. And I want him to see us because this is the very thing he tried to prevent and instead he brought us together.” She paused in drawing the curtains almost entirely shut. “Which I guess makes him something of a matchmaker. Ugh.”
“Yes. We do owe him a debt of gratitude. Do you think after we’re done we should send him flowers?” He flashed her a decidedly Ripperish grin. Then he sighed and sobered.
Buffy caught his pensive expression. “Oh no, Giles. Tonight is a night for love. I don’t want another boyfriend who’s all broody and guilty feeling.”
“Well, Buffy, I think you might be upset--when I tell you what I’ve done.”
“What? What is it?” The happy light had gone out of his eyes. Giles looked so serious like he’d committed a crime and Buffy felt an icy trickle of fear. “Giles, what did you do?”
He gestured for her to sit closer and she did. He gazed at her for a moment and then asked, “Buffy, do you remember when we defeated Glory?”
“Well, yeah. It was only, like, a week ago.”
“Didn’t you wonder how I found the Key so expediently when we’d all been looking for it for ages and couldn’t find it anywhere?”
“Not really. You told me how you found it. I can’t believe I was searching for it in crypts and underground, icky sewers when it was in my home the whole time.” She shook her head and snorted at her own stupidity.
“No, Buffy. That’s not it,” he replied slowly. There was an intense, heavy look in his eyes as if he feared her anger and was resigned to it all at once.
“It wasn’t? But, Giles, I saw it. I saw how Glory’s eyes lit up like a tree on Christmas and I saw the magic doohickey make her go bye bye! How could that not have been the Key?”
“Buffy, before I brought the Key, it had been something else. It had been a girl.”
“A-a girl?” Oh no. Had she been right about Giles committing a crime? Had he killed some innocent girl to get that speck of light?
“Yes. She was your sister, Dawn.”
There was a long silence while Buffy stared at him open-mouthed. Then she burst out laughing. “Wow, Giles! You really had me! Is that your idea of pre-bed talk? Gotta tell you, it’s not of the usual.”
He clasped her hand and tugged on it slightly to get her attention. “Buffy, listen to me very carefully. The monks, or men like them, had the Key in their possession for countless millennia, guarding it from the Beast, from Glory. When she came looking for it, they sent it to the Slayer in the form of a sister so that you’d protect it with your life. You fought me on the decision to unmake your sister. But I couldn’t, wouldn’t, see you throw your life away on a fiction. So against your wishes and without your knowledge I cast the spell that reduced your sister to the essence of a Key.”
Buffy gaped at him again. He was serious. He was telling her… “I have a sister? A-a sister named Dawn?”
“Had a sister. She is no longer a human female. She’s once again a Key.” He walked over to one of his cabinets and unlocked a drawer. Pulling out a small box, he opened it and removed the globe from its plushy interior. He handed it to her and closed her hand around it.
“I’m planning on sending it back to the men who originally guarded it. Now that Glory is no longer a threat, it makes sense to remove it from the Hellmouth where it would be in constant danger of falling into the wrong hands. They have been watching it for ages. They can doubtless see to its keeping better than I.”
“B-but how…?” Buffy’s breath caught and she swallowed and tried again. “How’s that possible? My memories…I don’t remember having a sister!”
“Yes, that would be part of the unmaking spell, I suppose. When Dawn was first created, a false set of memories were given to everybody who knew her so that you’d think of her as your sister, love her with an older sibling’s fierce possessiveness and lay down your life for her if necessary. When I reversed her creation, all those memories disappeared.”
Buffy stared down at the globe in her hand. Just this morning she’d been wandering through her mother’s house, thinking it was way too large and expensive for one person to keep and that she should probably sell it and get herself someplace smaller. She’d been wistfully wishing that she hadn’t been an only child. And this shiny ball had once been her sister?
It made no sense. It had to be a lie or a joke. But the grim, set look on Giles’s face told otherwise. Then a thought struck her and she asked, “Giles, if my memories about this Dawn are gone, I mean, if everybody’s memories are wiped out, how is it you remember her? Shouldn’t you be caught up in the amnesia loop, too?”
“I can only conclude that the case for me is the same as for the monks who cast the original spell. Just as they knew Dawn wasn’t real after they sent her to you, I have a perfect recollection of her existence and the circumstances leading up to it.” He clasped her hand again. “I know this is a fantastic tale, love. But you must believe me. It’s the truth.”
And it was the truth. She could see it in his eyes. The Hellmouth had supernaturally created beasties and monsters of all kinds. Why not a sister?
But now the sister was gone and she didn’t remember her at all. All she had left of her was a piece of crystal that Giles said he was going to ship off at the first opportunity.
She tried to summon up an emotion--hatred, rage, outrage that he should do such a thing against her wishes. But there was nothing for there was nothing to react against. He’d taken a sister she didn’t know she’d had and had no feelings for.
She had been mute this entire time, rolling the ball in her hands. He had no fear she’d break it. It was indestructible save by magical means. He only wished he could guess what was going through her mind. “Buffy? I know what I’ve done is unforgivable--”
She looked up. Impenetrable hazel eyes met anxious green ones. “Why?”
He was confused. “Why? Why what? Why I did this? Why I did this without asking?”
“Why tell me? If my memory was gone, you could have sent this” holding up the glass sphere “back to those boys in skirts without telling me. I’d have been none the wiser. Why let me know when you could have gotten away with it?”
He sat back and sighed. Was the most terrible part of the discussion over? Or was there worse to come? “I didn’t want to ‘get away with it,’ Buffy. This was something reprehensible that I did without your consent and I couldn’t let you…come to me ignorant of what I’d done. I wanted you to know because you deserved to know. She was your sister. However briefly, she was part of your life. Perhaps I had no right to take her from you. But it was her false existence for your real one. I couldn’t let you die but I couldn’t bear for you to be with me with the shadow of this deception between us.”
She clutched the ball for a moment longer. “Giles, I-I don’t know what to say. This is heavy stuff.”
“I know. If you wish to leave, I thoroughly understand.” Just then the phone rang. Swearing under his breath, Giles walked to the phone and snatched it up. “Yes? What?” he snapped.
“Whoa, G-man. Don’t snap my head off. I just wanted to warn you that I just saw a certain peroxide shadow heading your way.”
“You did?” Xander had agreed to take lookout a block from Giles’s house. He was poised with a pair of binoculars, a cell phone and plenty of donuts to pass the time. “Thank you, Xander.”
“Any time.” The phone went dead and Giles placed it back in the handset.
“What did Xander want?” Buffy asked. She still hadn’t moved from the sofa.
“H-he called to say Spike is on his way. Apparently Willow was right. He was malingering in order to get us to lower our guard. He should be making his way to the back windows any moment now.”
Giles gazed at the still figure in the black leather and pink outfit. Idly he wondered what Spike had been thinking dressing his doll in such ultra feminine frilly gear. It certainly wasn’t conducive to Slaying. But, of course, Spike had made the thing primarily as a sex tool for his own selfish purposes. Hence, the clinginess, the stupidity, the willingness to do whatever the vampire asked of her even if it meant sleeping with other men.
Buffy turned and peered out through the small slit she’d deliberately left between the curtains as if she were capable of seeing into the thick blanket of night that lay outside. Then she looked back at Giles. He hadn’t moved from where he stood by the phone. His face was darkened with resignation and the strain of holding back his grief. He was certain she would go now, leave him and take his heart with her.
Buffy tried to sort out her own emotions. Giles had been brutally honest with her where another man would have hidden the truth. He had done this thing for her because he couldn’t bear to lose her. She couldn’t dredge up hatred for the man she loved over a sister she could no longer recall.
She set the globe back inside the velvet-lined case. Then she stood and walked over to him and he shifted aside to let her pass. If she left he wouldn’t stop her. He was giving her a choice.
She wound her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. Not moving, not speaking, just allowing him to feel her closeness and her strength. She heard him suck in a breath above her head and then tentatively return her hug. When she finally tilted her face up, his lips descended to hers.
If the first kiss had been great, this was phenomenal. In seconds, he was drawing at her mouth, lipping all around the soft pliant petals as if he wanted to taste every fraction of yielding skin. There was no tongue this time, not at first. He drew out the kiss, making it melting and tender. After a moment, he caught her up on his arms, drawing a squeak from her but never breaking the kiss.
He wanted to take her upstairs but she pulled back shaking her head and wrinkling her nose. With a quick flick of her eyes, she indicated the couch, positioned perfectly for anyone spying from the backyard. Now that the moment was at hand, however, Giles hesitated. He didn’t want his first time with Buffy exposed to the eyes of an undead voyeur. “Buffy, are you sure about this?”
The returning sharklike smile was almost a perfect copy of Ripper’s. “Positive.”

He set her down on the couch and she leaned forward for another deep kiss. “Oh, Giles! You’re so handsome and strong. Make love to me!”
Giles had to choke back his impulse to laugh at the exaggerated desire in her voice. She glared and then resumed a sappy expression that nearly undid his resolve. “Very well, my dear.” He slid off the leather jacket and began sweeping his hands up the sides of her dress.
When he began cupping and gently squeezing her breasts, her eyes widened and she sighed. “Do that again. Your hands feel so good. They’re so big and strong.”
Beginning to enjoy the game, he replied, “Buffy, you have such beautiful breasts. May I touch them?”
“Yes, Giles. Of course! I want to feel your hands on me.” She made to pull the top off but he halted her. Let Spike get a good long look at what was going on.
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Spike could see through the curtain. It was bloody careless of the Watcher but what did you expect of a man who couldn’t be bothered to lock his door half the time?
He saw Giles kissing the leather-clad blonde and when she pulled away, he saw her face. It was the Buffybot, all right. She was still wearing the pink outfit he’d picked out for her. So this was where she had been all this week? Well, he’d told her to go shag the Watcher. He just didn’t think she’d be this--enthusiastic about it. And why was she still with the old git? Shouldn’t she have returned before now?
He scowled as she was carried over to the couch. He couldn’t hear a damned thing that was going on but he could see almost perfectly. They kept the lights blazing as if they wanted to see every bit of each other. Were they crazy? Didn’t they realize how easy it would be for anyone passing by--well, passing by the backyard--to see what they were doing? Sod it to hell!
Giles rubbed her tits languidly and sensually through the cloth. He knew the fabric would rub and irritate her nubbins to taut little peaks and he was not disappointed. Buffy let her head fall back and clasped his hands to her breasts. “Giles. Oooh, Giles. Feels so…nice.”
Nice? Well, they could do better than that. He tugged the blouse up and over her head and paused to drink in the sight of the nubile body that was revealed to him. The light pink aureoles had crinkled and he leaned forward and lapped at them lightly. She sucked in her breath and arched, thrusting them farther into his mouth. He switched from one to the other, letting neither go neglected. He circled them with his fingers and tugged until she mewled.
Spike lit a fag, narrowing his eyes against the smoke. The bot was usually more active than this, her hands flying all over him by the time he’d got this far. This time it looked as if she were enjoying what was happening instead of performing acrobatics that would put the Flying Wallendas to shame. Could it be…? Was it possible that that was Buffy inside the Watcher’s home? Shaking with anger, he darted from behind the tree and risked advancing closer.
Buffy had pushed Giles onto the couch so that she was sitting on top of him. She couldn’t exactly sense how close Spike was through the closed pane of glass but she’d seen the telltale glow from a cigarette moments ago so she was sure he had a bird’s-eye view of everything.
She wasn’t sure if he could hear through the glass. Buffy wasn’t entirely certain of the power of vampire hearing. However, she was determined to put on a proper show. She was peeling off Giles’ shirt, exclaiming over his muscular body and splendidly hairy torso. She ran her hands through his chest hairs, cooing over how studly they were, like he was a great big lion or bear. Giles had let out a bark of laughter and then run his hands under her skirt and up her legs.
“Hey, baby. You know why I was called Ripper?” His accent had roughened like the Giles she’d met during that Band Candy incident and her eyes sparkled.
“No. Why?”
He didn’t answer. He only grinned, grabbed a fistful of her panties and ripped them off her body. She squealed and rubbed her thighs against his. “Oh, Ripper! You bad boy!”
He laughed again. Then he slid one hand between her thighs and pressed one long digit between her plushy folds. Buffy’s eyes widened and she squealed again, this time out of shock and lust. The sound died away into a low, animalistic moan as his finger was joined by another. They curled deep inside her and she cried out, “Giles!”
She began moving on his hand, her thighs clenching, her bottom quivering, as those nimble fingers flexed and curved. When they were joined by his thumb circling and then pressing on her clit, she lost all control and bounced hard on his hand.
“Oh, God…oh Giles…God…more…like…good, so good…GILES!!!” She arched on his hand and came in wild tremors. She sagged forward and kissed him hard on the mouth, pulling back to take lungfuls of much needed air.
Spike scowled when her head disappeared behind the couch. What was she doing now? Her face had gone primal, savage in the last moments before she dropped out of sight. He couldn’t recall the Buffybot ever looking like that.
Buffy lay still for a moment as she tried to gather her senses. “Hmmm. I think we’re both overdressed.”
He glanced down to where her pink skirt draped over his slacks. “Quite. Shall we…?”
“Let’s.” She stood in order to wriggle out of the skirt and Spike’s eyes widened as she brazenly faced the windows and he got a clear peek of her breasts, mons and delicate legs as the skirt dropped to the floor. Then the Watcher shucked off his trousers and sat on couch, blocking his view of the Slayer as she bent down.
Buffy reached inside her jacket after making certain Spike couldn’t see her from her new vantage point. She knelt down in front of Giles, at a perfect level with his cock and had to restrain herself from gasping. That was some equipment he’d been packing away. She recalled Olivia’s satisfied expression and licked her lips in anticipation.
Witnessing the action, Giles hardened even further and saw her eyes fasten unwaveringly on her target as the cock stirred like a snake. Grinning, she darted into the leather jacket and pulled out a condom. Before his dumbstruck eyes, she peeled off the wrapper and placed the condom in her mouth. She winked, enjoying his glazed stare, before pushing him onto the couch again.
Spike ducked down as she came back into position. Now both she and the Watcher were naked. His eyes raked over her nude form as he tried to ascertain whether this was the bot or Buffy. Damn, he’d had the robot made a little too well. He really couldn’t tell the difference between the two of them. Then he saw her crouch between the Watcher’s legs as her dainty hand held up an erection of truly impressive length.
Grudgingly, the vampire admitted it was certainly a decent size. Nothing to write home about, though. I’ve seen bigger. Hell, I am bigger. Of course he couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t seen his John Thomas in a mirror since he’d been turned and he knew how unreliable it was to compare your twig when seen in an aerial view to another man’s. Then all speculation got shut off when the bot or whatever she was slowly ran her lips down over Giles’s meat.
Buffy had made certain to get flesh-colored condoms. She hadn’t wanted Spike to see the difference in shade between the hose and Giles’s rod. He’d think it distinctly odd that a robot would have to use a condom and the purpose of the game was to keep him guessing right up to the last minute.
Giles swallowed as he saw his cock disappear in tantalizing increments between Buffy’s pretty pink lips. His breath caught in his throat, coming in ragged gasps while the suction increased and her head bobbed faster and faster. “Oh, baby, that’s it. Harder. Damn, harder! Such a good mouth, Buffy.” Another pull and he groaned, his head falling back onto the cushions.
Spike shuffled from one foot to the other, his hard-on becoming, ahem, a rather pressing problem in his jeans. If he unzipped and took care of things, there was always a chance that he might get caught literally with his pants down. But the scene inside was so damned hot!
Naturally it wasn’t anything different than what him and the bot had been doing for over a week. In fact, it was rather tame by their standards. But the pair in the Watcher’s place was just so involved as if nothing existed outside themselves. Did his face look as abandoned as the man currently groaning and biting at the pillows? Did the Buffybot look so concentrated when she was sucking him off?
To hell with it. Spike pulled down his zipper and started slowly wanking off as both man and machine continued their business.
Giles’s hips were giving deeper, more powerful thrusts. His hands slowly came up to her head to push her to his rhythm. Then he reluctantly relinquished his grip. He wasn’t the type to jam his prick down a bird’s throat, especially when she was doing as good a job as Buffy.
Buffy cast an eye up to meet his gaze. Then without slowing her pace in the least she clasped his hands and drew them back to her head.
He smiled tenderly at this show of trust and sank his fingers into the silken strands. Mmm, her hair felt as good as her mouth, the curls crackling under his hands. She followed his mute motions and bobbed her head faster, her tongue licking at the underside and swirling around the tip.
“Yes, Buffy, yes. More, that’s…more, baby, yeah, that’s it. God, Buffy, don’t stop.” There was no real danger of that but he was barely aware of what he was saying at this point. She cupped and played with his balls and then began humming. His eyes flew open, his back bent and he howled as he came. “BUUUUUFFFFFY!!!”
Spike grunted as he tugged at his erection and came all over the front of his pants. Shit, he could hear the Watcher even through the damned windowpane. He sagged against the side of the house and looked down at his pants in disgust. Most of the cum had landed on the ground but some had managed to leak down into his jeans. Well, it’d probably dry by the time he left. Tucking it in loosely, he risked another glance into the house.
Now the female was lying on top of the Watcher. Her hair hung down so the man’s face was hidden and he squinted, trying to make out their faces. Were they talking? The robot had had a mindless stream of conversation designed to praise him and suggest sex scenarios when they were shagging but nothing in the way of actual conversation. That tore it. This had to be Buffy!
Giles grinned in the lazy satisfaction of a man who’s had a truly great blowjob. “Goodness, Buffy. That was--much more than I expected.”
Her answering smile was smug. “Well, I’ve been hearing Anya talk about her and Xander for months now. And the Buffybot came up with a few pointers when Willow turned her on. I mean, switched her on ‘cause I don’t think Willow’s into dolls,” she added, flushing.
His eyebrows shot almost up to his hairline. “You picked up things from the robot?”
Buffy giggled ruefully. “Uh huh. Spike had her filled with all this special programming and she told me all this stuff before I grew really disgusted and had Willow shut her off again. She even drew sketches!”
Another lazy smile graced her Watcher’s face. “Really? Any chance I could see them?”
Buffy smacked him lightly on the chest. “Giles, you’re such a typical man!”
“Is that a yes?”
She wrinkled her nose back at him as she smiled. “Better yet. Why don’t I show you?”
Spike craned his neck as Giles caught Buffy around the waist and tumbled her to the floor. Hmm, that looked a little bit on the rough side. He didn’t think the Watcher had it in him. But, wait a minute. Wasn’t that something he’d done with the bot? Having sex on the bed wasn’t really his style so they often did it every place else. Maybe it wasn’t Buffy after all. Craning his neck he tried to see onto the floor.
Buffy had fished another condom out of her jacket, again out of sight of the vampire she had caught glimpses of through the glass. God, that Spike had no class or pride. Well, they were doing this for his benefit, so it was silly to complain. This condom went on much more smoothly. Plenty of lubrication, after all. The thought made her giggle again.
Giles peered at her from where he lay prone on the floor. “Something funny?”
“Not from where I’m sitting. Speaking of sitting…” She sat up and grasped his cock. Carefully she fitted it into her moistened passage.
This time it was Giles’s turn to moan. “Oooooh, Buffy.” She was virginally tight, a fact that surprised him. Perhaps her Slayer healing restored her intact after every sexual encounter. Not something written in the Watchers Diaries. Then she began to move and his thoughts broke apart.
She rocked over his erection and he reached up to grasp her waist, lowering and raising her. His voice rose and mingled with hers; deep grunts and the slick slap of flesh on flesh filled the air. Giles seemed to swell and fill every inch of her. Buffy gasped as he thrust hard and inner muscles clenched, dragging a groan up from the depths of his body.
She reached down between her legs. Giles was rapt as she played with herself in front of him. Buffy’s eyes locked on his as she swept small fingers over and around her throbbing clit. She’d never done this with any of her other boyfriends. It was shockingly daring. But judging by the riveted stare from her Watcher, he didn’t mind in the slightest.
“Buffy.” It was barely a word, more like a harsh whisper, and she ground herself down harder as his grip tightened. “That’s right, baby. Touch it. Touch it so I can see it.”
Faster and faster they rocked together, their voices spurring each other. Buffy’s hands reached forth blindly and were clasped by her Watcher’s as his cock sank deep and hard inside her. “Ah, love you, Giles,” she whimpered.
“Love you, Buffy,” he grunted and now neither cared if Spike was still watching. They were lost in each other, ecstasy mounting with each motion. Giles felt his balls draw up against his body and gasped, “Love, I’m going to…”
She reached down and grasped his scrotum, locking off the incipient orgasm. “No! Not yet!”
“Please, love!”
She shook her head so the blonde strands flew around her sweaty face. “Nooo. Want to feel you…” Her passage rippled in miniature squeezes and then clamped down in one intense clutch. Her body tensed and she let out a feminine wail of joy. “Giles!” she screamed. “NOW!!”
Freed from her grasp, he gave a final push and came, harsh, rumbling accents mingling with her piercing cries. She swayed and let him pull her down again. This time she was too weary for kisses. She only let him hold her close.
Where was she now? Spike had been able to catch glimpses of Buffy’s head and face as she bounced up and down on the tall Watcher. She certainly looked excited and far more disheveled than the bot in her plastic pristine state seemed to get. But he couldn’t stand the thought that the old duffer might have proven so great a sex partner. It had to be the bot faking pleasure in her consummate style.
The two stood up again, embracing and kissing each other. Giles said something and Buffy laughed. Spike frowned, trying to figure out if the bot would laugh after one of Giles’s jokes. He’d programmed her to be moderately faithful to Giles; after all, she was posing as the real Slayer. But he didn’t know if that extended to getting the giggles at his jokes. If only he could hear what they were saying!
The female began picking up her clothes and Spike braced himself. He’d ordered the Buffybot to return to him as soon as she’d finished shagging the Watcher. When she put on her clothes and came out, he’d know with one whiff whether this was just his synthetic copy of Buffy or the real deal.
She gathered up her clothes as the Watcher picked up his and then… Spike’s eyes widened and he ground his teeth in frustration. They were going upstairs! That wasn’t possible! The Watcher couldn’t possibly be up for more.
Then he tried to rationalize it. It was late; maybe Buffy had decided to sleep over at the old bloke’s place. But that would mean this was Buffy. But, if it was the bot, why was she staying? The first alternative was unthinkable; the second was impossible.
Spike stared at the upstairs window as the lights came on. He couldn’t see what was happening; unlike the Summers house, there wasn’t a convenient tree for him to climb. But if the lights stayed on, it was a good chance nobody was sleeping.
Fed up with the uncertainty, he decided to see if he couldn’t catch the Slayer during her patrols. That’d be one proof of who was who and what was what. He stomped away from the house, pausing only to watch the upstairs window, hoping against hope that the light would click off and the girl in the pink would come running out of the house.
There was no helpful voice or clue from the Watcher’s hand and at last Spike gave up. He couldn’t understand how his plan to defeat the Watcher had gone south so quickly. But, if he ever got his toy back, he was going to give her a good talking to about obeying her programming.
Buffy lay down beside Giles and began stroking him purposefully with one hand while squeezing and rolling his balls with the other. “Giles?”
“Mmm. W-what?” That glazed stare was back and Buffy smirked. She was starting to love putting that look in her Watcher’s eyes.
“Do you think Spike’s still out there?”
He moaned softly as the strokes grew faster. “Spike who?”

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