Buffy Watches...and Gives Suggestions
by Red
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Buffy Watches...and Gives Suggestions
Red
Joss' folk.
nc17
Summary: Both Buffy and Giles love Willow...tonight is Giles' turn...Buffy watches...and offers a few suggestions...much to Giles' dismay.Note:This is my Sunnydale...it was NOT destroyed, nor was the Magic Box and Anya is alive and well.
Dedicated to sweet Mel-o-mine...who's World's Shortest B/G/W fic evah! so inspired this.
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"No, Giles, you're so doing that wrong."
The Englishman looked over at his slayer, who was perched in the chair by the bed, feet propped up on it.
"Shouldn't you be patrolling?" he mused, a bit aggravated.
He knew Willow enjoyed having the slayer here...after all, Buffy was Willow's soulmate and lifemate. And he had long ago gotten over any issues of, modesty and the sort. However, Buffy just could not keep her bloody mouth shut.
"Nope, Faith has it covered. She's taking her little slaygal pal, Melanie...I suspect serious make-out between stakings. I have nowhere to be but here, with my watcher and my woman."
She smiled...that smug, ha the ha smile that Giles desperately wanted to wipe from her face at the moment. He was a man of the world...a respected Watcher who, in his lifetime, had given much pleasure to the female gender. His feelings for Willow were deep, strong and true and he bloody well did NOT need his slayer instructing him on the art of making love...even it it was to her wife.
"Well is there not inventory at the shop to tend to? I know Anya could use the help."
"Xan and Dawnie are on it...and Andrew, so can't believe they are actually dating. Anya has more than enough help." Buffy's smile grew. "I'm all yours tonight."
Willow smiled, from her silk bound posistion on the bed, her green eyes hazy with desire as they met her slayer's. The witch loved her Buffy more than anything, her Giles a close second and having the two of them together always made her happy. Buffy looked from her wife to her watcher, her smile fading.
"You just going to leave her like that? Move it, English...my girl is dying there." Giles nearly growled. "A little to the left...left, Giles, sheesh, for a smart guy, you so don't get simple things. Left...then shift upwards a little, then nip her neck while you thrust....not too hard tho'...not yet...you gotta build up to the hard...slow, tender, making sure she feels every inch of your di-"
"Buffy, I do realize that Willow is your mate...and that your love for her is so much that you allow her to indulge in her admiration for me. And the fact that you, rather often, view said admiration is...well, it makes her happy so I do not complain. However, I must inform you that your advice, suggestions and basic input is NOT needed at the moment, so do shut up."
"Um, guys..."
"Look here, mister, she IS my wife and I know how to make her AND keep her happy."
"Um, guys..."
"That may very well be true, I am not disputing that for a second, Buffy...I am merely telling you that I know what to do and how to do it and have you ever heard an ounce of disatisfaction coming from those sweet lips?" He smirked. "At least, concerning me."
The slayer did growl.
"Never a complaint, Watcher man...never will be and if you ever suggest that again, you won't have anything for her to complain about."
"Guys..."
"And here we go...the maturity of my slayer. She leads the battle to defeat the First evil, yet must resort to juvenile insults and threats when faced with the simple truth that although, in battle, she may thee slayer, on the personal front, she may..." His brow shot up as his smirk grew. "Not."
Buffy's growl was heard at the Magic Box, her eyes fixing on the Englishman with a heated glare.
"Guys..."
"I suggest you heed to my next suggestion or things will get ugly."
Giles held her glare with one of his own.
"And I suggest, you take your suggestions and-"
"GUYS!!!!!"
They both looked to Willow, who was trembling, her breathing heavy, jagged, a think line of sweat dancing over her brow.
"Please, fight later, make Willow happy now...please, goddess please!"
She tugged her silk scarf restraints and arched up, desperate for contact of Giles' cock, which was poised at her entrance, pressing ever so lightly into her.
Giles looked to Buffy, who nodded emphatically.
"Sorry, baby, my so very the bad. You heard the woman, Giles."
A low growl of his own, Giles slid into the witch, who moaned, tugged her restraints and shook with ecstacy. Wasting no more time, his body began taking hers.
"Ahem." Growling, he turned to the slayer. "Slower, start slow, then build up to a fast and furious pace, leading to-"
"BLOODY HELL!"
"Buffy!"
"Sorry, Will."
Finished