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Watcher	By : SilverDreams04 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Giles Views: 8817 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Watcher
“Giles?” She grasps the phone tightly, glancing over her shoulder to make sure all is as she left it a moment ago. “It’s Willow. Of course it’s me, I didn’t need to say that, it’s not like you have so many girls calling you – not like that! I mean high school girls, because your handsome and you know where …” She pauses in her tirade, though still not long enough for the Watcher to get a word in edgewise. “I’m calling like you asked. She’s here. At the Bronze. You won’t tell her I told you, will you?”
            “Of course not, Willow. Thank you for calling. Have a good evening.” Giles’ speech is quick, but as ever, his voice is smooth and soothing. In her rush to get back to the table with Xander, Oz, and the newly arrived Buffy, she barely notices how brief his words actually were. Even under the most dire of circumstances, Giles isn’t known for his economy with the English language.
            That was the first time. The second time Buffy cut patrol to hang at the Bronze was roughly two months later, and as directed, though still sick with dread, Willow called the Englishman.
            “I don’t really think it’s all that fair that you have me calling in, do you? I mean, she should have some days off, right? I mean, I know you give her days off, but we all need mental health days, right? Besides, I don’t know if I feel right calling you when she does; It’s not often, but still, Giles, am I a bad friend?” Willow knows after the first instance that he’ll double Buffy’s training and increase patrols for the next few weeks for the indiscretion. “I mean. She’s 17. Right?”
            Giles knows that the budding Wicca is only trying to look out for her friend, but he also understands that Willow understands the gravity of the Slayer duties, so soothes away her fears with logic. It makes her no less right about the upcoming weeks. Buffy will be irritated, but she doesn’t know who is tattling, and that and Buffy’s well-being are what Willow cares about.
            The next time takes a few months longer to happen than the last. Buffy’s 18^th birthday has come and gone, and the gang is working diligently on graduation and saving the world – again. Giles may no longer be Buffy’s official Watcher, but Willow phones him anyway – there’s no way she’d call the new suit that the Watcher’s Council sent over. Willow’s tune, however, hasn’t changed.
            “She’s been under a lot of stress lately – you’ve seen her. She’s got bags under her eyes for crying out loud! I’m worried Giles, and I know that Wes sent her on patrol and that’s really enough for her to skip, but she’s been doing … well … almost ok with him. She deserves a night, right?”
            Giles tells her not to worry, that he’ll take care of it, and he absolutely appreciates her concern – and her discretion; what with Wesley Wyndham-Pryce on the loose, of course.
            Red hair bounces as she nods and hangs up the phone, fidgeting before returning to her table. She quickly forgets her conversation with Giles. She knows he only has Buffy’s best interests at heart and Buffy is laughing tonight more than Slaying has really allowed for lately. Buffy gets a night off and Giles will remind her of her duty tomorrow.
            That night, Buffy heads out early, mentioning hitting the graveyards before bed. Immediately Willow is contrite. She remembers her earlier conversation with Giles and decides she needs to get to him before he sees Buffy in the morning. She doesn’t want her friend to suffer - ever, really – but definitely not for Willow’s silly mistake.
As soon as she can, she takes her leave as well, able to fend off Oz and Xander offering to walk her home. She needs to stop by the school for a book before class tomorrow and it can’t wait. Besides, she can take care of herself; it’s too late for vamps and it’s out of their way anyway.
Fifteen minutes later, she’s walking through the silent halls of Sunnydale High, towards the faint glow coming from the school library. On one hand, she’s glad Giles is still at work – it’s too far to walk to his house and this is one of the rare occasions that her parents are home and they’re using that car tonight. On the other hand, she grows sad as Jenny Calendar’s face flits across her memory and she realizes that he really needs companionship.
She enters the library quietly. She doesn’t want to disturb him too badly if he’s fallen asleep over his books again.
Willow is immediately startled by a muffled smack. She garners herself, looking for a weapon, just in case. Why, oh why hadn’t she asked Oz to walk with her? It was just Giles. She could have had him wait outside the library while she covered her sordid narking tracks.
Another smack, and it’s louder this time as she moves towards the closed door of the librarian’s office. When she gets within view of the window, her jaw drops, and vaguely she is glad her hands are empty, for she would have dropped that as well.
Through the glass, Giles’ back is turned towards her, and all she can see of Buffy is her bottom, bare and rosy, bent over the ex-Watcher’s desk. In fascination, Willow slinks closer, sticking to the shadows, avoiding the limited lights still on in the massive room. Her eyes widen as Giles’ hand comes down – forcefully – on the Slayer’s behind, and her teeth begin to chew on her bottom lip as she can hear Buffy’s muffled moan and watches that bottom rise towards the retreated hand.
“You disobeyed your Watcher, Buffy. And I would say that it is even worse in this situation because your actions directly represent my abilities as your former Watcher,” Giles’ hisses at her, and his voice is so dark, Willow shivers thinking solely of Ripper.
“But obviously, after having run you down in training before, you need a different method of correction,” He’s purring, now. “And I am certainly going to take you in hand, young lady.” The hand comes down again, and again, in rapid succession now. Impossibly hard – impossibly unyielding. Willow is rooted to the spot. She knows logically that Buffy – with all of her Slayer strength can stand and leave if she so wishes, but she can also almost feel the strength of the shy and easily baffled librarian. Not so shy now.
After several minutes of unrelenting punishment, Giles pauses, breathing heavily. Willow can hear Buffy softly sobbing, and is torn between marching in the office and avenging her friend and staying put. After a moment, Giles reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small jar. He dips his fingers in and spreads what Willow assumes is lotion on Buffy’s abused behind.
He is slow and methodical about his ministrations, rubbing in soft circles left to right, left to right. When he runs his thumb between the Slayer’s cheeks, Willow shivers with Buffy. He continues to rub in the salve until it has been absorbed, and he keeps rubbing, softly until Buffy starts to wiggle and push against the hand that abused that bottom it’s still caressing. A sharp slap stills her movement and Giles chuckles softly. Evilly.
“Oh no, my girl,” He murmurs, and slides his fingers down further. They disappear easily within the girl and when he pulls them out, they glisten. “You enjoyed that a bit too much, I’d say. I might have to punish you for that.” Buffy’s protest is quick, but weak. The spanking was a punishment – she just very much enjoyed him rubbing her butt.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Giles,” she says it so softly that Willow can barely hear. Though, at this point, Willow is unconsciously rubbing her thighs together. She’s so warm, and she can’t shut her eyes.
Giles only chuckles again. “Next time with a bit more shame, my dear. Now. On your knees and thank me for your punishment – and for not punishing you for how much you liked it.”
In a trice, Buffy is on her knees, and for the first time, Willow notices that her best friend is completely naked. She marvels at her body, but on a level she doesn’t understand is appreciating the dominance Giles exerts simply by being fully clothed. As Buffy is, Willow’s attention focuses in on the zipper on his pants. Slowly, she drags it down over the straining erection against it. She reaches in and brings forth Giles’ member from the opening; it looks like there are no proper undergarments for this gentleman Willow is just beginning to realize isn’t as proper an Englishman as she thought. Or perhaps all Englishmen were this kinky, and were just too afraid to show the world, so hide behind layers of linen and tweed?
No matter the reason, Giles is reclined on his desk now, looking almost bored as Buffy “thanks” him. It’s difficult to see now, and Willow moves in a little closer. In a moment unfamiliar to her usually innocent train of thought, she thinks she can do better. She can’t believe how utterly uninvolved the Watcher looks and –
He’s spotted her. Willow freezes. After a few minutes, the air is thick with tension and the sounds of Buffy’s inexperienced mouth slurping away. Suddenly, Giles gives her a grin and tips his head a little. It seems he’s come to a decision.
He reaches back into the drawer with the salve and pulls out a long strip of black cloth and wraps it around Buffy’s head to blindfold her, whispering platitudes all the while. She only stutters briefly in her worship, but once the blindfold is secure, he removes her mouth from his cock and stands her up so she is facing Willow. He kicks her legs apart so he can easily reach every part that is needed for his demonstration to the little voyeur.
She’d caught him off guard at first, but that wasn’t all that difficult considering where his mind was – or wasn’t, given the circumstances. He’d watched her for a few minutes and realized from her light panting that she was more into what she was watching than he believed she was aware. So, he decides to give her something to dream about that night.
Slowly, he runs his hands up Buffy’s body, cupping her young breasts and squeezing them, pointing them towards the girl beyond the door. He circles her nipples with his fingers, pinching them simultaneously. Buffy gasps, and he grins. He’d told her when she’d entered the library that night that he wouldn’t go easy on here, and he certainly has kept his word. This had been building between Slayer and Watcher – Ex-Watcher for many months now. He wouldn’t take her while she was still underage, so he worked the hell out of her – and teased her until he was walking around with blue balls for days.
Back down her body his right hand goes, as his left continues to tweak, tease, and yank on her nipple. Buffy whimpers, but yelps when his fingers find purchase on her clit. Willow’s eyes dilate even further, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Interesting, he thinks, and plunges his fingers into Buffy’s warmth. Willow’s eyes are trained just so, and he can see her swaying in time to the way his fingers pump in and out of Buffy’s body. His fingers play her quickly and she is screaming her climax a moment later. He senses that Willow is about to turn tail and run, but he gives her a sharp shake of his head and looks back at the girl in his arms meaningfully. Willow stays, and Giles crows on the inside for knowing his girl – both of his girls – so well.
Quickly he bends Buffy at an angle over his desk so Willow can see as much as possible. He’s still up and ready to go, and instead of taking the time to unbuckle his pants, he knocks Buffy’s feet apart again and shoves himself in as far as her body allows.   She yells out, clutching at the desk as she adjusts to him, and he glances through the window.
Willow’s fingers are scratching over her pink fuzzy sweater low on her abdomen. Some part of her won’t allow her to touch herself as intimately as she wishes just yet, but the slight pressure she exerts now is enough to keep her going crazy until she gets back to the confines of her bedroom. She registers when Giles’ focus returns to the blond before him, and starts thrusting fast and hard. After what seems an eternity, she can hear the squeak of the old desk even through the door. It shakes her from her reverie and she’s pushing open the library door as she hears Both Buffy and Giles shout. She runs home, ready for the dreams she knows she’ll have that night.
After she’s given herself relief and showered for the night, Willow smirks at herself in the mirror. She’s learned so much tonight. Being a voyeur wasn’t half bad, but she is curious to know what Giles will do with her the next day for being oh so rude. And on the plus side? She no longer worries about needing to tattle when Miss Buffy skips her cemetery rounds.
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