Willow strolled along the common, Buffy at her side. Her face matched her hair for color. "No, Buff, I am not got going to tell you anything, other than, it was wonderful." With a spark of spirit, that was becoming more common as her relationship with Giles grew she added, "My private life is mine."

The blonde laughed, "And Giles, can't forget Giles."

A shiver ran down the redheads back. "I never forget Rupert."

"And it still gives me the wiggens to hear you call Giles, Rupert. I mean he's Giles. He's always been Giles."

"And to you he, still is missy. But he can be and is my Rupert." Sigh, "He is the only man on the hellmouth to me. I still can't believe that he's mine."

"So, what ya doing this weekend? You and the wild man from Britian."

"The same thing we do every weekend, Pinky. Saving the world."

"New demon in town, or big prophesy?"

"Well, we thought, we'd save the world from a cosy, romantic bed and breakfast down near San Francisco. We're leaving as soon as I get out of classes, Friday. Barring Angelus returning or the hellmouth opening, we should get back late Sunday evening."

"Wow, romantic getaways, breakfast on the kitchen counter," if it was possible the redhead got even redder. "I am so glad that I at least get to live vicariously through you. Since Riley left, I...I'm just not interested in guys. Then, there's the whole Dawn issue. If she gets in my closet one more time, I'm gonna slay her."

"Buff, take it as a complement. She just wants to grow up to be like her big sister."

"Thank God, she doesn't have to. I don't think I could handle Dawn being a slayer. I want her to have a normal life, well as normal a life as she can. I don't guess there's a lot of normal involved in having a slayer for a sister."

"Not alot, no. Look Buff I enjoyed the bonding and all, but I'm meeting Rupert at the shop for some training of the witchey kind. I gotta go."

"Training, is that what they're calling smoochies these days. I may have to look into that." The tiny blonde laughed at the look of embrassment and pride that warred on her best friends face. "I'll see you later, I guess. I have to train with Giles later, but I'm betting no smoochies for the slayer."

"There had better not be. I would have to cast some sort of spell. Hmmm..I wonder how that would work."

With a look of mock fear, Buffy cried out, "No, not that. Anything but that. Anyway, I'll see you later." The two girls parted, one to make her way to her future, the other to her sick mother and annoying little sister.

Giles looked up from behind the counter, as the door chime rang. "Ah....good morning, Anya. We have a busy day today. There's a new shipment of icons arriving this morning."

Anya scowled at him and curtly replied, "I'm not speaking to you."

Giles shot the brunette a puzzled look. "And to what do I owe this pleasure? Is it some obscure demon holiday of which noone has informed me?"

"Xander is so upset about you giving Willow orgasms that he isn't giving me any, and I don't understand why."

"Why Xander is upset, or why I'm giving Willow....Oh bloody hell. I thought Xander was all right with Willow's and my relationship."

"Well, he's not. He hasn't given me a single orgasm since he found out about the two of you. And I want it stopped. I want Xander to be happy. A happy Xander gives me many orgasms." The ex-demon started to dust the shelves vigorously.

"Er, Anya, I'm not going to end my relationship with Willow so that you can have, er, orgasms. Not to mention this is hardly the appropriate venue for this conversation."

"Well, why not?" Anya stared at Giles with a perplexed look.

"Because, this is a place of business."

"No, I mean why not end your 'relationship' with Willow?"

"Because, I love her." Giles looked at her, a faintly dangerous look in his eyes.

"I never asked Xander, or you for that matter to stop seeing one another, so that I might have a pleasant personal life. I cannot for the life of me understand why you would think that you have the right to ask that of me."

Giles stood and began to pace.

"I am truly sorry that Xander has decided to take issue with my love for Willow, but I am not going to lose the woman I love more than life, itself, to gratify his problems with possessiveness."

Anya's eyes followed Giles path. *He looks like a caged tiger.* "You really love her, don't you?"

He stopped dead in his tracks. "Anya," he looked her straight in the eye, "I would die for her, excepting that is much too easy. Instead, I will live for her."

A blush suffused Anya's pretty face. She looked at Giles with what appeared to be understanding. "I have to go now, I'll be back to help unpack the shipment."

"Where are you going?"

"To convince Xander that it is alright for you to give Willow orgasms, and to tell him to get his head out of his ass and give orgasms to me."