Scene 11 Workout room The Magic Box
Willow gave one last tug against Buffy's grip but knew it was useless. If the blonde didn't want her to get away she wouldn't. Then a wicked smile played across her lips when she realized how to get back at Buffy. She decided to explain Nabakov to her and giggled as she looked at her captor. Teach her to play like she was the one Giles belonged to.
"Buffy...Nabakov wrote a really famous book, called Lolita."
"Lolita. I remember something about it. Wasn't it a naughty book?"
"Yeah, Buff, way naughty. It was about a middle aged man and his teen-aged mistress."
The Slayer's eyes became round as saucers. "That bitch thought that I was...and Giles was....and--oh gross! That is just sick. I mean...and it isn't even me. It's you. I took the knocks for you, missy."
The witch grinned at the Slayer. "Well, how many times have I had to defend your rep when the vamps called you `Slutty the Vampire Layer'?"
"Well...but....yeah.....okay you got me. But that's only Spike, and he doesn't count. And I remember a certain vampire calling you Fluffy."
Will grinned as she remembered her evil twin. "If that bitca is after what I think she's after, I may do a spell to retrieve my skanky double. She could come in handy. She'd be happy to eat that....that.....old girlfriend of Rupert's."
Anya grimaced. "Ewww! That's so disgusting that you'd use powerful magic to bring your double here to engage in oral sex with another woman!"
Willow's eyes opened wide. "N-no," she babbled, "that's not...that's SO...that's..." Then someone cleared their throat and she suddenly looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a rapidly approaching eighteen wheeler.
Cordelia leaned against the tall, black man, as she laughed so hard that he had to hold her up.
As he struggled to keep Cordelia on her feet, Gunn mumbled, "Man, and I thought Sunset Strip had the monopoly on kink."
Wesley's face was bright red and displayed a smirk while the blonde detective was doubled over laughing so hard she had some difficulty breathing. Willow surveyed the audience and murmured, "Oi Vey! And Oi and Vey. Guys can you focus here? There is a gorgeous woman out there with my Rupert and I have no idea who she is or how she plays into this, but she is trying to man-nap my man!" She glared at them all for a moment, then focused her ire on Buffy. "And you, Miss Slayer! Just what did you mean by dragging me out of there? I was about to tell......"
"You were about to tell her enough to destroy us all." The crisp British accent stopped her short. She turned to face the man in her life. He was glaring down at her. Her emerald eyes raised to meet his and she was taken aback by the depth of anger in his own green eyes. "That woman is a very dangerous person. She is extremely powerful and has very little in the way of scruples. She was fishing for information and you very nearly gave it to her." He frowned at her and she thought she would cry. He turned to Buffy with a softer look, "Thank you for taking her out of there. I am so glad you understood what I needed you to do. I can't have Willow putting herself in danger."
"From the sounds of things, you should thank God I'm not a cop any more because I'd have to do something about the Lolita thing," the cool blonde leaning against the practice dummy drawled.
Willow ignited instantly. "Hey, not that it's any of your business, but I was an adult before Rupert and I got together and the age cracks are SO of the wrong! Now, Rupert," her eyes were as incisive as lasers, "who was that woman, and what has she got to do with you? Or, for that matter, with us?"
She watched closely as Giles clammed up. All the emotion drained from his face and he looked colder then she had ever seen him look. Her heart cracked a little, as his face became stern and unyielding. "You don't need to worry about Lizzie, I'll handle her. Just stay away from her. She is dangerous and not a terribly good person. I don't want her to find out about you. She would attack you in a heartbeat. Buffy, at least, stands a chance against her. Not that I would want Buffy to have to deal with her either. I cannot emphasize how dangerous this woman is."
The redhead could feel the looks of pity coming from her friends. That wasn't good. Although this might not be the best time to do so, she had to stand her ground with her lover. "Giles, I am not a helpless, little girl. I am a powerful Wiccan practitioner, an accomplished hacker, and a survivor of the Hellmouth. I have dealt with Angelus killing my fish and nearly eating me in the school. I survived Spike kidnapping me to make me do a love spell on his `Dark Goddess'." She shot an apolegetic look to Cordelia, as she brought up that painful subject and was surprised to see a forgiving look on the beautiful seer's face. "I gave Angel back his soul and I patrolled when Buffy was gone. For crying out loud, I helped fight off the Mayor and blow the school up. I can handle this."
Lockley smirked and said, "You're not helping your 'lover-boy' get off my shit list with that one, red."
"Actually, Kate," Wesley said, "the Mayor transformed into a major demon and would have dined on a good portion of the graduating Seniors to maintain his metamorphisis. The only way to stop the beast he had become was to blow it up."
Willow glared at the detective for a moment, silencing the blonde. Then she turned her glare onto Rupert. "But it really hurts me that you think I'm just some little girl who needs protection. I have a dark side, mister, and can be tough when I need to be. Remember, I have a skanky, evil ho for a twin. And I can be bad."
Xander murmured to Anya, "She ate her banana before school, lunchtime be damned," then gulped when Willow shot him a withering glare.
"No more comments from the peanut gallery, Xan, or would you rather discuss `baking a cake'?"
As Xander's face turned white, she smirked. She had been the only person he had told about that and she knew he wanted it to stay that way. Ignoring the looks that Buffy and Anya had directed toward the unfortunate construction worker, she turned back to her primary target, satisfied that Xander would keep his mouth shut. "Giles, who is she and what was she to you?"
"We're back to 'Giles,' are we?"
She glanced down, then looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry. Force of habit...that's all, really, Rupert."
He nodded slightly and seemed to relax a bit. "Willow," he said as she saw the sorrow in his eyes, "I can't elaborate about her right now. Luv, we can discuss this later, when we're alone. At this moment, just know that she is a very dangerous person." He shot an interogative look at the seer. "Cordelia, did you recognize her? Was Lizzie the person you saw who harmed Willow in your vision?"
Willow swung around to face her old enemy. Concentration was evident in every
lithe line of Cordelia's slender body. "I'm sorry, guys. I was so upset
when I realized that Will was hurt, that I just didn't notice. I've tried
several times to look again, but all I can see is Willow lying on the
ground." The hacker could see the lines of pain and helplessness etched on
the brunette's pretty face. A warm feeling washed over her body.
She turned back to her man as he spoke to the crowd of observers.
"I cannot emphasize enough how dangerous this woman is..."
"Rupert, are you going to answer me?" She felt an odd combination of terror and anger as he shook his head. "Then I have some things to take care of elsewhere. She stormed from the room and took a personal satisfaction in the angry tinkle of the bells, as she slammed the door behind her.
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"Bloody hell." Giles cast his eyes upward. "What the bloomin' hell did I ever do to deserve this? What does she think she can do against a practitioner of Lizzie's stature?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
"Um, Giles," Buffy said tentatively. "She had her 'resolve face' on. God only knows what she might try."
"The Buff-meister is right, G-Man. She doesn't much think, she just does when she's wearing that face." Xander looked scared while Buffy unconciously swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. It was a gesture Giles recognized at once. He had seen it frequently following The SPELL. She was trying to erase the feeling of Spike's lips from her own.
"Bloody Hell! Alright then, I haven't much time. I have a witch to save from herself. Lizzie Cantrell ran with Ethan and me, all those years ago. As we delved into the darker arts, Lizzie became obsessed with the use of magic. Ethan and I were blind. We didn't realize what she had aligned herself with until it was too late. Ethan and I were bad, but we couldn't hold a candle to Lizzie. We left because we couldn't stomach her proclivities. She is as dangerous as the Master and quite nearly as dangerous as the late Mayor Wilkens. Avoid her at all costs." Ignoring the questions coming from all directions, he rushed from the training room. He had a witch to deal with.
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Willow wandered the streets of Sunnydale for a good while before she stopped
right outside the shop. How could she ask Lizzie who or what she was, when she
had no idea where she could find the...? Her innate honesty took hold, forcing
Willow to face the truth; she felt outclassed by the stunningly beautiful woman
who seemed to have shared a great deal with her Rupert. She stroked her chin.
There had to be something she could do to counteract the older woman's beauty
and charisma. Goddess, what though? A wicked smile crept onto her face.
Her mind's eye saw Rupert, her Rupert, fumbling around, his beautiful eyes blank as he searched for what he couldn't see. She remembered the anger in her voice as she spat at him, "You can't see anything." No, she could never again perform that spell.
She had continued walking until she stopped and peered at the door in front of her. She was home, the one she shared with Rupert. She wandered into the apartment and up the stairs. She entered their bedroom and started to unpack the boxes filled with her things. She was hanging up one of her outfits when she froze. She looked at the item in her hands, then held it up to her chest. Even after feasting on that wonderful food in San Francisco, the outfit should still fit. "Might be a little snug," she murmured. Then she smiled. Snug was good for what she had in mind. Then she bit her bottom lip, pouted, and cooed to her reflection, "Fluffy wanna play with the Watcher...?"
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Giles's and Willow's Apartment
After pulling the "little red tramp" into its parking space, Giles unfurled his long and lean body out of the car. He didn't dawdle. He raced to his front door, hoping that he'd find her things still in the apartment. Once inside, he shut the door, walked to the kitchen counter, and set his keys on it. Then he heard a noise come from his bedroom loft and his spirits soared.
"Willow, is that you?" he shouted. No one answered. He crept up the stairs and stopped on the top landing. He spied the pair of jeans and the orange-rust colored shirt she had worn earlier lying on the bed. As he crossed over to inspect her clothing, he noted some leather straps tied around the posts of his four corner bed. Giles' fingertips brushed the fabric of her shirt. As he detected her residual warmth emanating from it, a voice from both his darkest fantasies and nightmares cooed behind him.
"Nice puppy...wanna play?"
Giles' body tensed as an ice cold hand of terror gripped his throat. Yet, in spite of his fear, his cock immediately hardened. Slowly, he turned and found Willow dressed in a black leather merrywidow with a black silk garter belt and silk panties. Her tawny legs were encased in black stockings and black high-heeled, knee-high boots. He struggled to breathe as the sight of the ebony accouterments against her milky-white skin, scarlet hair, and ruby red lips stunned him into silence. He watched her move in front of the window into the direct sunlight. She let the rays play off her skin and dance against her silky red hair. Giles relaxed a bit then, knowing now that she wasn't Willow's vampiric double.
She stood silently for a moment, letting the sun's radiance bathe her with its aura, then turned her head slightly to regard him with a coy expression as she glanced over her shoulder. "Fun now?"
He shook his head to clear his addled mind. "What?"
"Playtime..." she purred.
As she slinked toward him from the window, Giles suddenly knew how it felt to be stalked. "Er...ahm...darling," he stammered, "I just wanted to...apologize for what happened..." He lost his train of thought momentarily as her delicate fingers traced patterns against his chest through his shirt. "...for what happened...at the shop-"
She cut him off when she pressed her leather encased breasts against his chest, reached up, snaked her tongue out, and languidly licked his lips. "Bored now..." she whispered. Then she guided him to the bed, gently pushed him down on the mattress, and gave him a wicked smile. "I'm over cranky, baby. I've advanced to horny."
Giles gulped. He'd never seen her so...wanton, so...dominant. She exuded confidence and power and he wanted to surrender to it...to her.
She peered into his eyes then, and flashed another wicked grin, while nodding. "I like this part. The part where you do what I want. Later, the part where you groan and scream and I blow your mind...I'll like that even better," she said breathlessly. "Lie down, spread eagle," she directed as her eyes became coal black.
Giles shivered, both from fear and anticipation. He did as he was told. Then he felt the straps from the posts coil around both wrists and both ankles, lashing him to the bed.
"Bondage fun," she chirped. "How nice!" She scrutinized his body with her ebony gaze and Giles felt phantom fingers start to unbutton his shirt. He gasped as he felt the shirt move apart, then he squirmed as he felt her mind loosen his belt and unzip his pants. Soon, she drew down his pants and boxers before she floated above the bed and came down with her knees on either side of his head.
"Taste me," she hissed.
He craned his head up, then licked and nibbled along the crotch of her panties. Willow rocked gently against his mouth as he worshipped her, teasing him with the scent of her sex while teasing herself with the ministrations of his mouth against her. After what felt like an eternity to the lovers, she reached down and pulled the fabric aside, freeing her nether lips from the restraining material. Giles smiled, then licked along her engorged lips. Then he sucked on her clit.
"Aaaaaah," she moaned as her hands grasped the hair on his head and her knees gave way a little. He twirled his tongue in her tight channel, savoring her juices like a man dying from thirst who'd just been given a canteen of water. She spread her legs wider and supported herself by holding onto his head. She moaned and babbled sweet nothings as he started to move his tongue in and out of her before he lapped around her clit, then sucked on it again. Soon, her body began to shudder and Willow tossed her head backwards, screamed, and came hard against him.
Giles savored her as her orgasm covered his face, gracing him with her exquisite taste. She slid off and twisted her body so that she faced his crotch. Then she leaned forward and rubbed her pussy against his lips, insisting on more of his attention.
He was happy to oblige. As he continued to ravish her, he felt Willow stroke his erection with her delicate, dove-soft hands just before he detected her warm, moist breath panting against it. She kissed the tip and swirled her tongue around it. He groaned his approval into her core as she wrapped her mouth around his tip and started to suck lightly. As he lathed his tongue inside her, she took him further into her mouth, releasing him only to lick and suckle him. Then she started to bob her head up and down. As she increased the force of her ministrations, Giles couldn't help but thrust into her. Willow gripped the base of his hard shaft and began to stroke him while she sucked on him. He then felt her other hand start to fondle his balls. When he was almost ready to explode, Willow tightly grasped his cock and held off his release. "Ready?"
"Yes," he hissed. "God, yes, Willow!"
"Fuck now?" she cooed.
Something inside him snapped and all of his civilized veneer was stripped away in that moment of desperation. "Bloody Hell, Luv! YES!" he roared. "Ride me, shag me, make me come!"
She reversed her position and straddled his cock. When he gazed into her eyes, he saw that they had regained the lovely witch-green color that had captured his soul. Then she leaned forward slightly parted her nether lips with her fingers and guided him into her warm and wet channel. Willow moved her bottom in a slight corkscrew motion as she buried him inside her to the hilt. After a few seconds of hearing her whimper and moan, she began to ride him, at first drawing out the pleasure then faster and harder as her need overwhelmed her control.
He wanted to drive his cock deeper into her, to have it caressed by those sweet, unearthly inner muscles that she had been blessed with. "Release...me," he gasped.
Although he knew she was nearly out of her mind with pleasure based on the sensual expression on her face, she still maintained the wherewithall to whisper, "Untie." Immediately, the straps came loose around his wrists and ankles.
With a passionate grunt, Giles grasped her hips with his hands, feeling her frantic movement as she rubbed her clit hard against his pelvic bone. A few moments later, the witch came with a shout and collapsed on top of him. The Watcher let her recover for a brief moment before he rolled them over and slowly started to thrust into her. When her tremors ceased and she gave the first signs of thrusting back, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and plunged into her with long, hard strokes. Giles felt her come after a couple of minutes, but as before, he didn't stop.
Willow began to claw his forearms with her nails and the exquisite pain drove Giles even harder. Soon, she began to gasp and plead. "Puppy...please!"
He opened his eyes and looked at her beloved face. "Please what?"
"Come! Please come for me."
He smirked. "Then give us the proper name, witch."
She returned his smirk with a coquettish smile. "Please come for me...Ripper."
He growled with passion and increased his speed, making his thrusts a little harder, making the pleasure almost but not quite rise to the level of sweet torture. Finally a strangled, animalistic cry tore from his throat and Giles exploded, firing his seed deep inside her while Willow's orgasm rocked her body, making her shriek with joy.
After they had caught their breath, Giles rolled off of his lover and onto his back. Willow scooched over, snuggled into his side, and yawned. As Giles basked in the afterglow of their coupling, he murmured, "Did we just have `make-up' sex?"
"Mmmm," she mumbled, "I think so."
He hugged her close and kissed her gently on her forehead. "I'm sorry about before, luv."
Willow graced him with a sleepy smile and closed her eyes. "I know, Rupert. Me, too. Can we talk more about it later, though. Sleepy time now."
He closed his eyes and wondered if a man his age could survive many bouts of
`make-up' sex with his red headed wildcat. He chuckled and thought