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Buffy glanced up from the book she’d been engrossed in as Willow breezed into the Magic Box, a hint of a guilty smile on her face.
“What took you? You said you’d be here an hour ago,” Buffy said, snapping the book shut with a glance at her watch.
“I’m sorry!” Willow said, setting down the box she’d walked in with on the counter. She smoothed her slightly-tousled hair. “Me and Tara got a little, uh, carried away. With a spell!” She gestured to the box. “This spell, specifically. I’ve been working on kind of a seasonal project. Enchanted mistletoe! I thought it would be fun for Giles to sell, you know, with the holidays and all.”
Giles emerged from the back room with his glasses in his hand, cleaning them. Glancing at the box, he asked, “Enchanted, you say? What precisely does it do?”
“It’s totally harmless! It just gives couples standing under it a little festive nudge, if you know what I mean. It just enhances their already existing closeness, romance, that sort of thing. Nothing super intense—just a kind of… mood booster.”
“A ‘mood booster’, huh?” Buffy asked, glancing at Willow’s slightly disheveled hair and clothing.
Willow’s cheeks flushed. “Just a little one!”
“You’re over an hour late, Will,” Buffy said with a teasing smile.
“Okay, they may have come out a little more… potent than I intended,” Willow said, going behind the counter and placing the box on a lower shelf. She glanced at Giles. “But I still think they’re a cute idea to sell! Just maybe wait a few days for the magic to, um, settle before you let any customers take them home. After that, they should be perfectly safe.”
Giles looked unconvinced. “’Should be’ doesn’t exactly inspire great confidence, I'm afraid.”
He walked over to the table to tidy up some open books, and Buffy patted Willow’s hand reassuringly. “He’s been grumpy all night, don’t worry about it.”
“Well, I thought it was a fun idea,” Willow said, looking disappointed.
With a grin, Buffy said, “Oh yeah, it looks like you and Tara had plenty of fun.”
Her face still a little red, Willow nodded excitedly. She lowered her voice so Giles wouldn’t hear and leaned in closer to share, “We could barely control ourselves. She’s still in bed waiting for me to come back.”
“Willow!” Buffy fought back a laugh, trying to stay quiet so Giles didn’t have to hear any of their ‘disturbing sex talk’ as he might call it. “You could have stayed with her, you know. This research night was kind of a big bust anyway—we haven't found anything that might help with Glory. Really, you didn’t miss anything, we’re already wrapping up.”
“Well, I wanted to get these over here and help out if you guys needed it.”
Buffy noticed Willow glancing at the door longingly and finally let out a laugh. “Go! Go to Tara. Your services are not needed here tonight. Besides, someone should be getting some around here, and if it can't be me, I'm glad it's you.”
“Well, if you insist!” Willow said happily, already halfway across the shop. “Bye, Giles!” She called over her shoulder before closing the door behind her.
Buffy knelt behind the counter, wanting to get a look at these “potent” enchanted mistletoe, and let out an “Aw!” when she opened the box. Magic aside, they were very cutely put together and would surely sell even without the added bonus of enchantment. “I wonder if having one of these a few weeks ago would’ve kept Riley around,” Buffy muttered to herself. She shook her head—what’s done is done. Riley was gone, and Buffy was okay with that—most of the time. It wasn't even really him she was missing, it was more the general relationship stuff of having someone to come home to, someone to wake up to, that kind of thing. And as happy as she was for Willow and Tara doing so well, she couldn't ignore the slight twinge of jealousy that came along with it.
She stood up, holding one of the festive ornaments, and decided the shop could use a little holiday decor. Maybe it would even cheer Giles up from his testy mood.
As Buffy stepped unsteadily on a nearby stool to hang the mistletoe, Giles asked in an exasperated voice, “What on Earth are you doing with that? Willow said to let them settle for a few days first.”
“She said not to sell them, she didn’t say anything about decorating.”
“Ah yes, and the potent, unstable magic is of no concern to you, is it?”
“Not tonight,” Buffy said. “Willow said it only had an effect on couples, or existing feelings or something.” Buffy admired the mistletoe above her before glancing down at Giles and rolling her eyes. “Giles, we’re all stressed enough about Glory, and the end of the world, yada yada, would it kill you to just enjoy some Christmas deco—”
Just then, the stool wobbled under Buffy, her words catching in her throat as she lost her balance. A pair of strong hands grabbed her waist as the stool fell to its side, and she went tumbling straight into Giles’s arms. They stumbled together beneath the mistletoe, her hands pressing against his chest to steady herself as his grip firmed on her waist, holding her close.
Their eyes met, and the world and all its worries seemed to fall away. Something in his expression shifted, his gaze flickering down to her lips and back up again.
“Buffy…” he murmured, his voice both soft and rough at once.
At the sound of her name on his lips, an overwhelming need to kiss him unfurled deep inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she tilted her head up, bringing her mouth closer to his. His expression mirrored her own, both of them fighting and losing the same struggle against the magic warmly enveloping them both.
Giles whispered, “We mustn’t. The magic, it’s... we can’t—”
“Yes, we can,” Buffy breathed, closing the distance between them and leaning into the inviting, irresistible heat of her Watcher.
The moment their lips met, it was like a switch flipped and a new wave of warmth surged between them. Giles’s arms tightened around Buffy’s waist, drawing her even closer to him, as though he couldn’t bear to ever let her go.
Her hands roamed over his body, enjoying the firm muscles underneath his cosy sweater, her fingers tracing over them as their kiss deepened, slow and searching. Giles' hands were just as eager, exploring her curves with a touch of possessiveness that made her heart race.
A throaty moan escaped her lips as Giles’s tongue made contact with hers, sending a sharp rush of excitement to her core—a feeling she had very much been missing in Riley’s absence.
With deliberate steps, Giles guided her backward, his hands never leaving her waist, his grip steady and firm. They broke apart for the briefest moment, her breath ragged and his gaze dark with desire, as he effortlessly lifted her onto the counter. Buffy sucked in a sharp breath as the cool surface met her thighs. In an instant, their lips met again in a hungry, desperate kiss, fuelled by a shared and unstoppable need.
Buffy’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while his hands roamed from her waist to her lower back, pressing her against him as though closing any possible measure of distance between their bodies was the only thing that mattered. It was strange, seeing Giles like this—so undone, so human—and it sent a hot jolt of desire straight through her. As their bodies moved against each other, Buffy could feel herself getting wetter, her body aching for more.
As if he read her mind, Giles slid his hands under her skirt, his fingers finding their way to her panties. Buffy moaned softly, letting her head fall back as his fingers brushed softly against her clit over the thin fabric.
She knew this shouldn’t be happening, that this was just the result of Willow’s magic and she shouldn’t be enjoying it… but she couldn't help herself—the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. Buffy didn’t want it to stop. She parted her legs wider, and Giles took the hint, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties as she let out a shuddering breath.
Giles pressed a finger inside her as she moaned with pleasure, not self-conscious in the least to be spread before her Watcher like this. Nothing about this felt wrong. Buffy sat up just as Giles pressed another finger inside, deepening his reach, and brought her lips back to his, kissing him frantically as she rocked her hips over his probing hand.
Then his lips were on her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin as she writhed against him, his fingers still working in and out of her, increasing in speed. Buffy reached out and threaded her fingers through his hair, her breathing turned into panting as Giles urged her closer to the edge.
“Kiss me,” Buffy whined.
Instead of kissing her, Giles removed his fingers and leaned back to look at her, studying her face intently. Buffy felt like time had stopped as they gazed at each other. Had the spell broken? Did Giles succeed in fighting against it—did he want to fight against it? Buffy certainly didn’t—all she wanted was to feel Giles’s body back against hers.
Giles broke the silence, and quieted her worries, as he told her, “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes raked over her, head to toe, with a sort of wonder, before he pushed her skirt up to her waist, exposing the sodden fabric of her underwear. Buffy squirmed under his gaze, impatient but also not wanting any second of this to end. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as he hooked his fingers on either side of her hips and slid her panties down her legs. Buffy watched him, almost holding her breath as she waited—and yearned—to see how far this would go.
"Stay still," Giles commanded softly, and Buffy obeyed without question. "Stay still so I can kiss you properly."
Giles dropped to his knees before her, his hands skimming up the outside of her bare thighs, leaving a trail of tingling heat in their wake. The raw need in his eyes was unmistakable now, and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through Buffy at the sight of it. Giles leaned forward, achingly slowly, his breath hot against her most sensitive skin. Buffy gripped the edge of the counter as she braced herself for what was to come.
With an unhurried tenderness, Giles gently parted her folds with his fingers, exploring her wetness before lowering his mouth to her slick flesh. The first touch of his warm lips against her was electric, causing Buffy to gasp and tighten her grip on the counter. His tongue found its way to her clit, circling it with expert precision, each stroke deliberate and measured as he seemed to savour the taste of her.
Buffy dropped her head back, her eyes shut tight as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure that were spreading out from her very core. Giles's hands moved to grip her hips, holding her firmly in place as he hungrily lapped at her centre. The sounds of his enjoyment mingled with her own soft grunts and moans only spurred her on toward her growing climax.
As Giles teasingly alternated between licking and sucking her clit, Buffy's body coiled tighter and tighter, ready to burst. She could feel that sweet pressure growing inside, getting so close…
"Giles," she gasped. "Don't stop."
Giles responded with a muffled sound between her legs, the vibration of his voice against her sensitive flesh sending sharp tingles of pleasure to Buffy's core. His fingers dug into her hips with bruising intensity, showing her that he certainly had no intention of stopping. He was relentless, his mouth and tongue working together to drive Buffy right to the edge.
Her breaths came in short, sharp pants, each one punctuated by a needy whine that seemed to encourage Giles further. The world around her narrowed to just the feeling of his mouth on her body, along with the teasing roughness of his stubble against her inner thighs.
Buffy began to tremble all over, the telltale sign that she was teetering on the edge. Her brows furrowed with concentration, she tensed up, looking down at her Watcher’s face between her legs, his tongue working a kind of magic on her that could never be found in any book or spell.
Giles must have felt it too, for he redoubled his efforts, his tongue now flicking rapidly against her clit with a steady rhythm that made her fall back against the glass counter, her body helpless against the hot rush of pleasure that devoured her all at once.
Buffy’s vision whited out as her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm. She heard herself cry out, an animalistic sound of pure ecstasy that she had never made before. Giles stayed with her through the entirety of it, his mouth gentle now but still attentive, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure until she was left sweaty and panting before him.
Slowly, the world came back into focus. Buffy's legs were shaking, and aftershocks of her climax were still rippling through her. Giles pulled back, his chin glistening with her arousal, and the look in his eyes was one of profound satisfaction… with more than a hint of lingering hunger.
He stood up slowly, and Buffy took immediate notice of the outline of his erection straining against his trousers. Exhausted though she was, and satisfied though she was, she still felt the hunger herself. With some effort, she sat up on the counter and swiftly removed her top, followed by her bra. All she could feel was the satisfied throbbing of her clit… and the unsated desire deep between her legs—that aching empty space she longed for Giles to fill.
Wordlessly, she nodded at Giles, giving him the permission he dared not ask for, but so clearly wanted.
Giles made quick work of his clothing, his eyes never leaving Buffy’s as he revealed his body to her—taut with muscles earned through his years of Watcher training.
Buffy's breath caught in her throat as he quickly repositioned himself between her legs, the heat of his thick erection pressing against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer, needing to feel the connection they were both so desperate for.
As Giles pushed inside, they both let out a simultaneous groan of pleasure. Her body stretched to accommodate him, a delicious burn that had Buffy digging her fingers into his back, urging him deeper. Her body arched off the counter, and she let out a deep moan as she took all of him.
Giles's movements were slow at first, almost tentative, like he was still trying to fight against the power influencing their needs—or the power letting them give in to their already-existing needs. But as she moved with him, as their bodies eased into a pleasurable push-and-pull together, his movements became more confident, more commanding.
Buffy's hands gripped her Watcher’s shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she took every inch of him, his pace and passion increasing. The pressure was building inside her, the pleasure reaching new heights with each thrust.
"Giles," she moaned, her voice strained. "I'm so close."
“Buffy,” he groaned back at her, “Oh, my dear Buffy. So am I.”
She reached up and cupped his face, looking into his eyes as he fucked her better than any man ever had. Not that it was a long list, but still. Nothing in her life had ever felt this good or this right. The two of them slammed their bodies together in a heated frenzy, not breaking eye contact, working toward the same goal with heightened urgency.
Giles lifted Buffy’s legs against his chest, and adjusted the angle of his thrusts, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind Buffy's eyes.
“Oh, my God, Giles—”
"Come for me, Buffy," he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release.
It was all the encouragement she needed. With a final, guttural cry, Buffy's body shattered into countless pieces, her inner muscles clamping down and spasming wildly around Giles's cock as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure coursed through her. Giles followed suit, plunging deep inside of Buffy and letting her body’s tight contractions milk every drop from him as he groaned with relief. They stayed like that, wringing every ounce of pleasure from the other’s body until they were both a sweaty, breathless mess.
For a long moment, they remained joined, neither willing to break the connection between them, physical or otherwise.
Giles was the first to pull back, his gaze soft yet intense as he looked down at Buffy through his glasses, his hands gently untangling her legs from around his waist. As he pulled himself out from between her legs, she let out a soft gasp of disappointment. Giles watched, seemingly transfixed, as the evidence of his release soon followed, pooling out from between Buffy’s legs and onto the counter.
“What did we—” He glanced up from the mess and into Buffy’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Buffy. We shouldn’t have—I shouldn't ha—”
“Shh,” Buffy said, grinning at Giles’s growing panic. “Are you worried about—? Giles, I’m on birth control. We’re okay.”
Something like relief passed over his face for a fraction of a second, but then he shook his head. “It’s not just that. I should’ve controlled myself, this—this isn’t right.”
Buffy, feeling stronger after having had some time to recover after her last orgasm, hopped off the Magic Box counter to stand in front of Giles. He immediately looked up to avert his eyes, reminding Buffy that apart from her disheveled skirt twisted around her waist, she was naked. But then, so was he.
Reaching up, she softly took hold of Giles’s jaw, and directed his face to hers. “I was here too, remember? If Slayer strength couldn’t fight it, what chance did you have?”
“As your Watcher, it is my duty—”
Buffy stood up on her tiptoes and pulled Giles’s face to hers, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, quieting his distress. He responded in kind immediately, wrapping her in his arms, and pulling their naked bodies close together, where they belonged.
Pulling back, Giles searched her face inquisitively. “Is this still the magic?” He asked softly.
“You tell me,” she said, smiling, before leaning in for another kiss.
Giles melted into her, his tensions easing as their lips met once more, seemingly content enough with this answer for now.
Buffy didn’t know the answer herself—and, at least for tonight, she didn’t care.