Lies My Watcher Told Me
by Red
conclusion
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Lies My Watcher Told Me
conclusion
Red
Joss' folk.
BW.....nc17
Summary: Can the damage be repaired? ALL of it?
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Buffy watched as Willow made her away across the yard. It had been two months since her witch had been brought here for so called, rehibilitation. Seven weeks since the slayer herself had arrived to find the horrors of what the late Quentin Travers had meant by that. Seven weeks since they had packed up and moved to a nice little cottage on the coven's grounds, where ACTUAL rehibilitation was ACTUALLY taking place.
Seeing the smile that melted her heart, Buffy smiled back, hopping down from the porch and hurrying over to meet the owner, wrapping her arms around her witch and kissing her softly. Willow happily returned the gesture, her arms tight around the slayer.
"How'd it go today?" Buffy asked, when they finally broke for air.
"I floated Athenea to the ceiling," Willow happily announced, giggling.
"Buffy grinned wide and picked her up. "That calls for a celebration!"
Willow giggled. "Buffy, I can walk now, ya know."
Buffy was amazed at the woman she loved. Willow was doing wonderfully, having healed completely, physically at least, with the help of Astrid, the good witches and their healing ways. She still woke up in cold sweats, trembling and crying, begging for mercy and each time, Buffy held her tight, kissing her head, assuring her that it was over, that she'd never let anyone hurt her Willow again.
The slayer suspected that the nightmares, the dreams of terror, would be there for a good while, how could they not be? But she knew that as time passed, they'd get weaker and weaker until one day, they were nothing but a memory. It killed the slayer to see her love like that, to hear the hopeless begging, to hold the weakened, shaking body...but the greatest pain of these nightmares, was the name that fell from Willow's lips as her body shook in fear...Giles.
It had been proven without a doubt, that her watcher had been under powerful magicks himself...that they had been planted in him nearly a year ago, when he first left Sunnydale. Willow understood...she held no blame towards the Englishman, even joking with him about their shared, possession...which was a typical Willow thing to do. But Buffy found it difficult to be so understanding. He should have known how the council was...well, Travers at least. He should have never came to them all those months ago...special training her ass...Travers had done nothing but lie to her since she'd become the slayer, why the hell would her own watcher trust him NOW?
Giles had gone through a bit of a cleansing himself, compliments of the coven, but his had lasted a mere weekend and Buffy hadn't recalled seeing him at any point, paler than Spike, doubled over, body convulsing as he threw up the little bit of juice he'd manage to get down that morning.
Her watcher may have been a victim, but it had been his own damn fault as far as she was concerned. He came here knowing what he was trusting.
Willow had tried desperately to get her to not be so angry at Giles and Buffy had, if for no other reason than that, tried. She had forced herself to be polite and, more importantly, to NOT smack him down, but she just couldn't shake the dreams...Willow's teary, hoarse voice begging him not to beat her, apologising over and over...
The fact that her witch trembled whenever he was around, did NOT help the, let's forgive Giles case. Willow didn't even realize she did, but Buffy saw it, felt it as she took her love's hand at the dinner table, as she pulled Willow into her arms gently, holding her while they sat around the fire, meditating, unwinding...
Buffy wasn't sure if it were solely because of that, or the fact that the man she saw as her father had feelings for her witch. Part of Giles' cleansing, had been a verbal confession to both she and Willow. The Englishman bore his very soul to them, admitting long buried feelings for the witch and even confessing the reason he left Sunnydale in the first place, was out of jealousy.
The slayer had been shocked, Anya and Xander's words thumping in her head. But if Buffy had been shocked, Willow had been flat out stunned.
True, she had crushed on the former librarian all through high school and yes, there had been more than a few daydreams sitting in that library...ones involving being rescued from some evil demon by the suave, 007-esque older watcher. But never, in her wildest dreams, did Willow ever suspect Giles actually felt anything towards her but fatherly love.
Buffy had been worried when Giles' confession had been made. She had known of her, at the time, best friend's crush...what if Willow still felt that way? What if all this time, Giles was the one she truly wanted?
Willow had looked at her later that night, as they lay cuddled in bed, green eyes shining with life the slayer had so missed. Willow had looked her right in the eyes and said,
"I had this one fantasy, being rescued from the big bad and swept away to some villa on the beach, lying in front of a roaring fireplace, champaigne chilling in the trusty ice bucket which is all melty 'cause it's just sitting there while we make sweet, tender love..."
Buffy had felt the strong urge to run...fast and far away so she wouldn't have to hear the part where Willow asked her if they could still be best friends.
"And just when I'm about to, you know, have an Anya moment, the door crashes in and I look up to see you, all grrrrr, demanding that he unhand your witch."
The slayer's eyes had widened and she instantly found herself being smothered in Willowy kisses.
It had been one of thee best nights of the slayer's life and one she knew she would never, ever forget. They had fallen asleep, cuddled as close as humanly possible, Willow tight in Buffy's arms and it was as the slayer laid there, she knew that Willow would be hers forever.
"Um, earth to Buffy...anyone home in there?"
Buffy shook herself out of her haze and smiled at the redhead in her arms. "Hiya."
"Is it the plan to stay in the yard all night, not that I mind, but kinda was hopin' for a wee bit more privacy, seein' as how I plan on gettin' me some slayer lovin' this evening and wasn't really plannin' on Faith bein' here for our first time."
Buffy's eyes widened. She and Willow had kissed and cuddled every night since she'd gotten there, but the whole cocept of actual, making love, was still one yet to be discovered. The slayer wanted to more than anything, but there was no way she was going to push her Willow. She would wait unti-Faith?
Buffy turned to find her fellow slayer grinning like a cheshire cat from the porch.
"Really, B, I don't mind...just give me a sec to get some popcorn and a beer."
Growling, Buffy carried Willow up the porch steps. "Find an elsewhere to be, Faith," she ordered, going inside the cottage.
Faith laughed, even harder as she heard the lock click shut on the front door, and made her way down the front steps and across the yard. She had a little date of her own...the older yet wickedly hot Astrid, Willow's magick mentor. They had hit it off from first meeting, thus prompting the dark haired slayer to stick around jolly olde' England for awhile. Once Willow was ready to go back to Sunnydale, the older witch would accompany Faith back to L.A. After all, every slayer needed their own personal witch now, didn't they?
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"An, stop staring at Giles."
"You are just very, VERY lucky I don't have my powers anymore, mister," she hissed, not removing her eyes from the watcher.
"Yes, I am, just as I was the last one hundred times you mentioned it,'" Giles sighed, not bothering to look away from the wall he was painting.
If his own guilt were not enough...if having his slayer loathe him was not enough, the Englishman was having to deal with the wrath of his business partner.
Upon arriving back in Sunnydale, Buffy informing him in no uncertain terms that he was NOT needed in England, Giles was most surprised to find the Magic Box in the stages of renovation, thanks to Xander and friends. The boy he loved as a son had gathered some of his construction pals and had started rebuilding the store.
Giles has suspected that the generous gesture was more for Xander's ex-fiance than him, however, Xander had been amazingly kind towards him since his return. Of course, there was thee initial punch to the face and heavy promise that if he ever hurt Willow again, he'd make Ripper scream in pain. After all, he HAD roomed with Spike for how long? He knew stuff.
The Englishman had also found himself on the recieving end of a rather painful shin kick from Dawn, as well as a long lecture on trust, family and the importance of responsibility...and to be honest, having the youngest Summers scold him about THAT had truly chastised him.
It had been six weeks since he'd come home...and yes, Sunnydale truly was his home, and Anya, in those six weeks, had yet to show any sign of forgiveness. Not that he blamed her, really, however, being constantly glared at and baulked out and reminded of what a true mess he had made was beginning to try his already tattered nerves.
"And another thing," the ex-demon seethed. "You're going to handle the inventory from now on. I've lost far too many articles of clothing thanks to demon dust and salamander wannabe eye juice and we won't even go into the groping of mummy's hands."
Dawn giggled.
"And there will be wards on all of the heavier material," she continued, not missing a beat. "So NO ONE, not even family, can get to them without a special key." She looked to Dawn and smiled. "Maybe we can make it, so they have to use Dawn, to be opened."
"HEY!" Dawn quipped. "I'm not a key anymore."
"But you were...and maybe we could somehow find a way to-"
"And what? Stick a ring through my ear and hang me in the office? Forget it!"
"But I'm sur-"
"An, enough," Xander firmly stated. "No Dawn key. Now paint."
"Why should I? It's Giles' fault, he should have to do it all. Oh yes, I know, Willow actually smashed it all to bits, but that was because she was all evil, which she wouldn't have been, if SOME PEOPLE hadn't left town due to their jealous orgasmic hormones and-XANDER!"
Xander hefted his ex over his shoulder and smiled to Giles and Dawn.
"Excuse us for a few minutes, please."
"Xander Harris, you put me down this instant!" Anya cried, as she was carried down the stairs to the half finished stockroom. "We are no longer together, you have no rights to my bottom anymo-OW!!!!!!!!"
Dawn giggled more and went about her painting while Giles merely smiled and muttered a soft, "Dear lord."
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"You sure about this, Will?"
Willow smiled up at Buffy. "More sure than anything...I wanna make love with you, Buffy...and if ya don't do somethin' soon, I feel I must warn you, I may have to use a bit of magick and pin your sexy slayer bum to this bed and have my way with you."
Buffy's brow raised and she smiled evilly.
"Magick for personal gain, isn't that a big no no?" She tsked a few times, her smile growing. "That would most definately lead to a trip over my lap, young lady."
"Oh no, not that!" Willow gasped in horror and Buffy leaned down closer, her eyes on her witch's.
"Oh yes, my naughty little witch, THAT...in fact, I do believe a good bottom warming is due, just for the mere threat..." She cocked a brow. "Don't you?"
Giggling, Willow got up and stood by the bed. "Bare bottom or should I leave my undies on?"
"You even have to ask? That's double."
Giggling harder, Willow quickly slid her panties off and Buffy's smile grew. This was not the first time she had seen Willow naked. The past seven weeks she'd seen so much naked Willow, she had thought she was back in heaven. However, the circumstances had not been of a sexy nature...well, the first few weeks hadn't been. True, things did get kinda sexy after the whole, withdrawl stage had ended. But, truth be told, Buffy found Willow beautiful and sexy no matter what...even bent over a toilet puking, her Willow was beautiful.
"I guess I should maybe take my tee off, too, I mean, so it doesn't interfere with the spanking."
Buffy choked back a laugh and played the stern slayer. "That's very wise of you, witch. I see you are learning."
When Astrid had talked to Buffy about what she could do for Willow, and had told her about the spanking therapy, Buffy had punched the witch. How dare she even suggest the slayer lay a hand on Willow after everything the redhead had been through. Once Astrid's nose had stopped bleeding and Faith had stopped threatening to kick Buffy's ass to China, Astrid had explained the very BIG DIFFERENCE between spanking and beating...between therapy and abuse.
Willow had a great power, one that she would always be working to control. In time, the control would come easy, as easy as breathing did. But even in that time, the redheaded witch would always need keep her inner being balanced. Willow, before her gift, was prone to stress, worry, guilt, a very passionate and somewhat empathic being. Now, after her dance with the darkness and her enhanced emotional state, any and all negative forces would hit her even harder.
It was her job to help keep that balance...and a very good way for that, was spanking. With the slayer long ago claiming Willow as her mate, plus her natural love for Willow, Buffy had always been able to tell when something was wrong with her witch...and now that their love had been confessed and accepted to and by each other, their connection was even deeper.
Buffy could tell when Willow's balance was shifting...she knew when Willow was overstressed, overworried...she knew when Willow was carrying too much on her caring shoulders and she would be the one to take care of that. The ONLY one.
"You gonna spazz out on me all night, baby, 'cause if ya are, maybe I should worry that seein' me naked so much has finally sent ya to the land of, blocking out."
Buffy cocked a brow, grinned and pulled Willow over her lap.
"I was just thinking," she said, gently rubbing the smooth, pale, beautiful butt in front of her.
"Uh oh," Willow giggled. "I'll alert the media."
Buffy's jaw dropped and she landed a sharp spank onto Willow's bum.
"You are so asking for a good one, witch!"
It was Willow's turn to gasp and she did, a low moan following. This was her new favorite place, over her slayer's lap. Over the past six weeks, she had found herself here many times and, although some of those times were a little more owy that others, she had to admit, she LOVED being slayer spanked and there was no other place she'd rather be.
Ok, one other place, and if her slayer ever stopped torturing her, she might actually get there tonight.
Buffy looked lovingly down. Willow's back still bore the scars of her abuse, a fact which made the slayer furious. The magicks Ethan had used were extremely powerful, designed to make sure the witch's flesh retained the marks of the whip that had been used upon it so many times. It was what Travers had wanted and the evil sorcerer had given the bastard exactly that. The coven had tried everything, but nothing seemed to remove them.
For her part, Willow didn't mind. She looked upon them as a reminder of where she'd been...what she'd been through...how far she'd come. Buffy was in total and complete awe of her. The slayer suspected that they did, in fact, bother her Willow, but Willow being Willow, chose to make something positive out of something horrible.
Just one of the many many reasons Buffy loved her so much.
"Now then, let's see...threatening to use magick on me...that's good for 10...asking about bare or undies...15...and then, being a smart ass, that's at least good for 25..."
"You gonna spank me or do math, baby?" Willow giggled and wiggled her bum.
Grinning a grin so evil, her fellow slayer would have envied, Buffy began gently spanking Willow.
Willow's eyes closed, her body humming. This was the nice kind of spanky. Of course, all Buffy spankys were nice...even when they did require a pillowed chair after. She knew her slayer would never hurt her, just as she knew that sometimes, she needed a good hard bum warming. Willow knew what was going on, inside of her, the power. Astrid had been very thorough in explaining it all and the woman knew from personal experience. Both Willow and Buffy trusted her, even though Buffy did break the poor woman's nose. But she did apologise, Astrid did forgive her, totally understanding. Even Faith had understood, once she'd calmed down and hey, Willow had gotten a chance to be the spanker that night, putting Buffy over her lap.
All in all, it had turned out good for everyone.
Willow was jolted out of her thoughts by a stinging on her bottom.
"Is my silly spanking putting you to sleep, witch?" Buffy teased, rubbing gently.
It wasn't a bad question.Willow had fallen asleep a few times over her slayer's lap. Buffy hadn't taken an ounce of offence to it, instead, smiling as she tucked the redhead into their bed, happy to see her love at peace.
"Mmmmmmm, no sleepy, just relaxed," Willow purred, grinning.
""Well then, maybe we should just cuddle?" Buffy teased. "Wouldn't wanna unrelax you."
Willow growled, hopped off of Buffy's lap and before she knew it, the slayer found herself pinned to the bed, a growling witch tearing her tee shirt off.
"Will!" she exclaimed, more turned on than she'd ever been...until she felt warm lips sucking at her breast. "Oh gawdddddddddWilllllllllllllllll....."
Her fingers gently twisted in red hair as her panties entered the soaked stage. Willow worked her slow, flickering the tip of her tongue back and forth, from one nipple to the other, her hand sliding up and down a firm, slayer thigh.
Buffy had thought there first time would be soft, gentle...with her in charge however she so was NOT complaining.
Willow nipped a nip, her fingers slipping over Buffy's wet panties, stroking hard, teasingly and Buffy arched for more of her witch's touch, moaning, panting, begging for more and promising her witch a thoroughly hot ass later for being so naughty. This only encouraged Willow, who raised her head just enough to kiss Buffy, hard, before moving down the bed and tearing the wet panties off. Buffy smiled, panting at what was about to happen, her hands reaching for her witch. Willow leaned in and she brushed her fingertips softly over Willow's cheek.
"I love you, Will."
Willow kissed each finger and smiled. "I love you, Buffy."
"Forever."
"And always"
And with that promise, the sweetest love ever made was made...over and over and, well, over...
And before morning, Willow did have thee hottest ass known to man. But then, according to Buffy, that was nothing new.
It was just the beginning.
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Dawn rolled her eyes as she hopped out of the car and headed inside the new Sunnydale High School. Willow, her face the color of her hair, groaned from the passenger seat.
"Oh goddess, she so heard us."
Buffy furrowed a brow. "The room's all warded with magicky silencey stuff. She couldn't have."
"She was looking at me funny."
"It's Dawn, sweetie. She looks at Xander and Anya that way, too."
"That's 'cause they're back together and doing it non-stop."
Buffy frowned. "Oh gawd, she so heard us."
Willow nodded in a panic. "Uhhuh, see, told ya! I'll have Giles come over and do a check on the room, see if there's a crack or somethin'."
Buffy growled at the name and pulled away from the school. Willow sighed.
"Buffy, baby, this vendetta must end," she said, in her most serious, tv announcer, voice. "This war between watcher and slayer has gone on far too long...it is time to make with the peace." She smiled sweetly. "For your witch, please?"
Buffy's hard expression softened immediate;y and she reached over, taking Willow's hand.
"Why can't I say no to you?" she whined.
"'Cause, ya love me...and I let you drive today, which now that I think about it, probably explains Dawn's expression."
"Hey! I resent that! You're getting spanked when we get home."
Willow giggled and placed a soft kiss on her slayer's hand.
"Any reason to get your hands on my ass."
Buffy turned to her, grinning. "You're mine, that's all the reason I need...to spank it, to kiss it...to use that vibraty purple thingy you love so much in it."
Willow felt the familiar hot shiver go through her and moaned without even realizing it. "Uhhuh, yours."
Buffy turned back to the road just in time to avoid a parked car, but Willow didn't even notice, lost in the, vibrarty, purply thing. They drove on a few minutes, in a comfy silence, and when Buffy finally turned onto Rebello, a sly smile formed on her lips.
"It wasn't my driving that had our little Dawnie all in a tizzy," she purred, pulling into the drive.
Willow raised a brow. "Then what was it?"
The slayer turned and smiled. "She must've seen that huge ass pillow you're sitting on."
Willow's face had never gone so red so fast. Buffy burst out laughing, leaned over and kissed her hard.
"Come on, witch o'mine, I have a sweet little ass to tend to."
And before Willow could blink, she was in strong slayer arms being carried inside.
Both slayer and witch were smiling.
The End