He watched as they entered the library. They were the only three people in the school. Flying down from his handrail perch, he followed then into the dusty library. As he watched the two interact, he lamented his orders. ' "Get them together." She tells me. Sheesh.' He glanced at his 'charges.'

Willow was sitting at her computer typing away. Giles was muttering over a large, ancient scroll.

Sniffing, the demon tested the air. 'Hmm..that's interesting.' he sniffed again to be sure. 'Yes. Pheromones. More then I'd expected.' He decided to take things slow. 'This might be a little fun after all.'

Willow swore as her monitor blipped suddenly, disappearing in a point of light. Giles looked up, unaccustomed to Willow swearing. Or speaking at all. He  watched her hair shimmer as she worked to get the infernal contraption working. Finally she gave up and sat on the far end of the table from Giles. She smiled at him before picking up a book. "I couldn't get it started again so I figured I'd help you here.."

He smiled back. "You're always a help."

Ralph watched for a moment before intervening again.

Willow began to squirm a little. Pushing her chair back, she stood and looked at the seat. She furrowed her brow.

"What's wrong?" Giles asked, watching her.

"It feels like there's something poking me in the cushion, but I can't see it."

"Ahh..well, it might be a nail. I'll give it a look tomorrow."

Willow shrugged and sat in the only other available chair.

Flexing his wings, Ralph watched the two pretend they didn't feel each other's heat. After several minutes Willow stood to get a book from the stacks. 'Yes! Perfect opportunity.' He concentrated on Willow's feet as she walked. 'An untied shoelace...placed under down coming foot..and..'

"Whoa!!" Willow cried out as she flew across the room. In an attempt to stop herself, she managed to turn herself around. The result was exactly what the demon had planned.

Willow landed smack in Giles' lap, her arms around his neck and their faces inches apart.

Ralph clapped his claws together in demonic delight. It was going to well! His Mistress would be proud.

Willow smiled nervously, but made no motion to get up. She found Giles' hands resting lightly on her waist.

Giles held Willow, wanting so much to do more.  He tried to be valiant and held himself in check. Gazing into her deep green eyes, he realized it was a hopeless battle.

Valor flew up and perched beside Ralph to watch the upcoming show. Reason and Good Sense followed.  Propriety brought the popcorn. The quartet watched the scene unfolding before them.

Giles pressed his lips against Willow's gently, letting her back away if she wished. She didn't wish. Her hands slid farther around his neck, one hand finding its way into his think hair. When he realized she wasn't going to pull away, he deepened the kiss. His tongue gently probed the seam of Willow's soft lips.

Willow parted her lips, inviting Giles' tongue into her mouth. He kissed her slowly, exploring, coaxing, loving. She soon responded, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

As they kissed, Giles' hand crept slowly up her front, finally cupping the bottom of her breast through her shirt. His deft fingers found the top button of her blouse and began opening her shirt. One of Willow's delicate hands tried to undo the button's on his shirt but to no avail.

Finally, when Willow's shirt was completely open, Giles stood, holding Willow in his arms. Holding her rear firmly in one hand, his other hand swept the pile of scrolls off the table.

Ralph made sure nothing was damaged. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and returned to the show.

Giles set Willow on the table, pulling her close and draping her legs over his hips. Kissing her again, he pushed her shirt off, caressing her smooth skin. Her hands frantically pulled his shirt free of his pants as he moved to kiss her neck. Willow sighed softly as he kissed the hollow of her throat.

Willow surprised Giles by sliding her hands down his back and caressing his rear. His lips trailed down her collarbone and brushed lightly over the upper curve of her breast.

Willow slid her hands under Giles' shirt, splaying her hands over his firm backside. She gasped as Giles' pulled her bra cup down and kissed a beaded nipple.

Willow could feel her excitement grow as Giles suckled her nipple. She looked down between them and gasped. His hard cock was clearly outlined in his now-tight slacks. Giles heard her gasp and raised his head, looking into her eyes. Wordlessly, he took her hand and kissed her palm. He then gently laid her hand on his crotch, letting her feel his arousal. Her hand closed gently around the cloth covered bulge. She could almost feel his blood coursing through it.

Giles finally pulled her hand away, stepping back a bit. Never breaking eye contact, he removed his shirt and reached for his zipper. Willow watched eagerly as he pulled the zipper down and pushed his slacks off. His ready cock sprang free, pointing itself at Willow's crotch.

Taking a step forward, he took Willow's hand again. He gently guided it to his cock. Smiling, she wrapped her small warm fingers around the hard shaft. Giles reached a hand down and cupped her crotch. Willow jumped a little when he slid a finger inside, feeling her moisture.

Giles whispered softly. "Are you sure you want this?"

Willow nodded, breathless, "Yeah...please."

Giles nodded and pulled her panties off, quickly moving back between her legs. He moved forward nestleing his cock against her wet center. He slid a hand between them and caressed her clit, making sure she was ready. When his fingers slipped easily inside her, he took hold of his cock.

He probed her entrance for a moment before sliding in slowly. When he reached her barrier, he kissed her deeply, trying to distract her from the oncoming pain. She jumped a little when he pushed into her, but she quickly adjusted.

Willow began to moan softly as he moved within her. Giles soon sped up, finding it harder and harder to keep in control. He finally felt Willow climax around him, her walls gripping him. He moaned and came, his essence spilling into Willow.

For several moments they were still.

As they recovered, Ralph congratulated himself on a job well done. Looking down at himself he sighed. ‘I gotta get someone to help me with this...' He flew off silently into the night. ‘Maybe I'll see what Dru's doing....'