Happy Birthday, Dear Slayer
The Scooby gang, minus the Slayer herself, sat around
the tarot table in the Magic Box. Their faces were glum. No matter how they
tried, none of them could think of a solution to their problem.
"You're sure you can't think of anything, Giles?"
Willow turned large eyes on the Englishman as though proving her sincerity might
"I'm afraid not, Willow. Frankly, I'm at the end
of my resources. A year of unemployment followed by the purchase of a new car
and a business has left me utterly strapped for cash. And then it's so soon
after Christmas. I really can't afford to buy anything significant for Buffy's
"Don't look at me. It's winter, and even in
California, that's the slow season in the construction industry. People don't
even seem to want indoor work done right now. I'm barely making the rent."
Xander slumped further in his chair.
"And my parents decided I needed to be taught
responsibility and they cut my allowance twenty percent. I'm responsible. And
with the class load I'm taking, and my Scooby duties, I don't have time to get a
job." Willow leaned against her girlfriend in a dejected manner.
"My father cut me off completely when I wouldn't
go home with him." Tara rested her head on Willow's.
"I spent all my money on Xander's Christmas
present. Which reminds me, Giles, I need a raise."
The man in question removed his glasses and massaged
the bridge of his nose. "Anya, I can't afford to give you a raise right now.
I believe you heard my reasons."
"Fine, if that's how you're going to be."
"Maybe we're looking at this all the wrong way
around." Everyone turned to look at Willow. "I mean, maybe Buffy
doesn't even want a big expensive present. That's just stuff. Maybe she'd like
something that isn't y'know, stuffy."
"You know Willow, I believe you may be onto
something. She's been so dejected what with Joyce being ill, and Riley leaving,
and all. Perhaps what she'd really like is simply to have one carefree
day." Giles put his glasses back on and picked up a book from the table.
"I have an idea. Buffy told me some time ago that she wished just once her
birthday would be warm enough so she could have a picnic. If I recall correctly,
there's a spell in here that could provide her with her wish."
"And Tara and I could perform the spell as a
present and you guys could all bring stuff for the picnic! It'll be great!"
"What'll be great?"
The group turned as one at Buffy's voice.
"A...new line of merchandise I'm thinking of
carrying. Nothing you'd be interested in, Buffy. Oh, by the way, what are you
doing on Saturday?"
"Saturday? I dunno. Birthday stuff? 'Cause it's my
"Yes I know, and I'm sorry, but I've found a
prophecy involving some demons you'll need to slay down in Palmer's meadow. It
shouldn't be too difficult. Probably won't take more than a couple hours to deal
with. I promise I'll have you home in time for cake and ice cream with your Mum
"Sure. I'm there. Figures some stupid demon wants
to come out and play just when I should be partying. Y'know, sometimes destiny
"So you've been telling me for the past four years.
I'll pick you up at one o'clock on Saturday then."
"Okay. So, anything else I should know about these
"Nothing very much. Oh, except that they can
affect weather patterns. You might want to dress...er...in such a way that
you're prepared for anything."
"All right...so if I put on a bikini under a parka
I should be okay?"
Giles's eyes glazed over momentarily. He shook his head.
"Dress how you will. It's simply a precaution."
"Fine. See you Saturday."
Buffy hadn't missed her Watcher's discomfiture. She
smiled to herself as she left the shop.
Giles arrived at Buffy's house punctually at one
o'clock, fully prepared to wait some time for Buffy. He smiled at Joyce as she
opened the door for him.
"Hello, Joyce. It's good to see you up and about
"It's good to be up and about. Are you sure Buffy
has to slay these demons today? I was really hoping she could have a day off
from killing things."
"Certainly I'd love to let her have an ordinary
birthday. Unfortunately, well, we do live on a Hellmouth, and Buffy is the
Slayer. Her, um, her father hasn't...?"
"Not even a phone call. But she did get a card
from Angel. Wesley and Cordelia signed it too."
"That was nice of them."
"Oh, and she got this package. Buffy seems pretty
sure it's from somebody named Ethan. She said she didn't want to open it until
you had a chance to check it out."
"If it's from Ethan, that's a wise precaution. Why
don't we take it along? That way, when she's finished with the demons, we can
make certain it's safe well away from you and Dawn."
Giles took the slim package somewhat gingerly.
"Hey Giles! Let's go get our civic duty out of the
way so I can have some fun."
Buffy came bounding down the stairs, ready for action.
"Come on then. I promise I'll have Buffy home safe
and sound in a few hours time, Joyce."
"Bye Mom. I'll see you tonight."
"Why does it have to rain on my birthday?"
Buffy grumbled as she peered out the window of Giles' car.
"I should think you'd be glad of a little rain.
It's been a dry winter even for Southern California."
"Yeah, but this is my birthday. Shouldn't there be
some perks for saving the world? Just a little sunshine on my special day; is
that so much to ask?"
"Whose birthday would you rather spoil?"
"Oh, great, now you're bringing logic into
it." Buffy smiled slightly despite her grumbling. "So, these demons
I'm slaying, what're they like?"
"Blue and demony."
"O-kay. And is there anything special I need to
"No. Decapitation will do. I've swords in the
"We call them trunks here, Giles, not boots.
You've lived here four years. Come over to the dark side of the English language.
What do these demony demons want, anyway."
"Chaos, destruction; the usual."
"And they rate their own prophecy because...?"
Giles sighed. "Whatever happened to the days when
you never wanted to know anything other than how to make the bad things dead?"
"I grew up, Giles. In case you haven't noticed."
"I had, actually."
"So what's really going on here?"
"Wait and see."
"Oh come on, Giles! Tell me what this is, really."
"You'll see soon enough, if you'll just have a bit
Despite Buffy's continued cajoling, pleading, even her
pout, Giles held firm. When he pulled off the road at Palmer's Meadow, Buffy
In the meadow, there was no rain; not even a cloud in
"So there really are weather-controlling demons?"
Buffy sounded disappointed.
"Of course. Why don't you go say hello to the two
down there? Their names are Willow and Tara."
"Omigod! You really did it for me! Thanks Giles!"
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "I can't
believe you knew!"
Giles allowed himself a brief moment to enjoy the
embrace before pulling back.
"You did actually tell me about this, you know."
"Yeah, but I never expected you to remember. I
only ever said it once and I was sorta thinking out loud at the time."
"Shall we go join the others?"
"Okay, magic man."
The pair exited the car and ambled down the slight
hillside to the meadow below. For the first few steps, they were glad of their
coats, but soon the outer layers were shed. By the time they had reached the
others, Buffy had stripped down to a tank top and shorts that Giles could have
sworn wouldn't have fit under her other clothes, and he had removed his jacket
and rolled up his shirt sleeves. They sat on the grass next to Willow and Tara,
and Buffy immediately pulled off her shoes and socks as well.
"I can't believe you guys did this for me! This is
"Thanks, Buff. See? We made it all sunshiny."
The young witch glowed with pride at her accomplishment. "But it was Giles
who told us about this and found the spell. So it's really from him, too, as
much as it's from us with the casting and everything, and...I'm a little all
wound up now."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure she doesn't have any
caffeine" Tara assured the others. "That was a really powerful spell,
though, and I might need someone to make sure I don't have too much sugar, too."
"It's okay, Buff. I'll watch their backs."
Xander was enjoying the chance to play such an important role in the success of
the day. "Plus Anya and I brought food. Lots of it. Nobody goes home hungry
"Giles wanted to bring food, but we were afraid he
would want us to eat lots of strange English things." Anya was as tactful
"I'm sure it would have been okay, but I know you
and Xand brought lots of good things."
"Sure did. We got three kinds of sandwiches,
cheesy chips, fresh fruit for the health nuts, Twinkies, HoHos and other
assorted goodies for those who prefer to be preserved with preservatives, soft
drinks and a special thermos of tea for our own Great Brit."
"Oooh, pass me a sandwich. I've got a craving for
cheddar, if you have."
Xander handed the sandwich to the Slayer with a
flourish. "For Mademoiselle, le grand fromage."
With that, the little group fell to eating with a will.
After lunch, the Scoobies lay, sated, on the grass.
"So how long does this weather spell last? I mean,
it's not gonna start raining on us again any minute now, is it?"
"Don't worry, Buffy. It lasts about six hours, and
we'll have to be gone before then, since it'll be dark." The blonde witch
tickled her sleeping girlfriend's nose with a wildflower. Willow reached up
lazily and swatted it away.
"Wow. A whole afternoon of sun to play with. What
should we do with it?" Buffy looked over at her Watcher. He looked relaxed
in a way she'd never seen before.
Giles lay on the grass, one arm tucked under his head,
the other holding the book he was reading. It was warm enough that even he had
abandoned his shoes and socks. He'd even gone so far as to roll up his pant legs
and unbutton his shirt a bit further than he normally would. When Buffy saw what
he was reading, she had to smile: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
She went over and flopped on her stomach on the grass
next to him.
"Okay, I know you're book guy, but this is a
picnic. We don't read during the glories of nature. And since when do you read
"Since Dawn insisted I needed to read Harry
Potter. Much to my surprise, I'm quite enjoying him."
Buffy plucked the book from his hands unceremoniously.
"Fine. Read them all you want, but not now. I'm
the birthday girl and I want some quality time with my favorite Watcher."
Despite his best efforts to look annoyed, Giles' face
glowed with pleasure at the thought of Buffy wanting his attention.
"And what activity do you have in mind for this 'quality
"How about a walk? There's a creek over there and
we could cool our toes in the water."
"That's not much of a walk. It can't be more than
fifty feet away."
"That's what makes it such a good picnic thing.
We're taking a walk and being lazy at the same time. Come on, Giles."
She bounded to her feet and headed off, knowing he
would follow her lead. He did.
The others watched them go.
"What's taking those two so long? Why aren't they
"Riley only left a couple weeks ago, Anya."
The redhead reminded her.
"Yes, but he was the rebound guy. You all said."
"And she spent a year with said rebound guy,
"But she was already turning to Giles before Riley
left. Even I could see that. Why doesn't she just tell him she wants to have sex
"Probably because the only place you'll find
success before work is in the dictionary." Tara nodded wisely as she spoke.
"What the hell does that mean?"
The blonde witch smiled. "She's ready, but she
needs to work on him before he believes it."
"I thought Giles was supposed to be smart."
"He is. He's the smartest man I've ever met. But
that doesn't mean he can't be dumb about some things. I think he thinks Buffy
still sees him as old, but she hasn't looked at him like that in a long
time." Willow sighed as she watched the pair amble down to the water's edge
and dangle their feet off the bank. "And is it just me, or is that really
Giles looked across the water, keeping a neutral
expression on his face.
"What was it you wanted to talk about, Buffy?"
She looked at him, startled. "How did you know?"
"I know you. What's wrong?"
"I know you don't want to hear this but...I think
there's something wrong with Angel."
"What makes you think that?" The Englishman
purposely kept all emotion out of his voice.
"I got a card from them. From the agency."
"Yes, your mother told me. She said Wesley and
Cordelia signed it too."
"Well, what she didn't say is that Cordy signed
for Angel. He didn't sign it at all."
"What do you think it means?"
"I don't know. Something's wrong."
"You don't think...?"
"No. If he'd lost his soul, somebody would have
called us by now. Or something would have happened. But I think maybe we should
call Cordy or Wes and see what's the what."
"We could go down for a visit if you prefer."
"You really do read my mind sometimes, Giles."
She laid her head on his shoulder. After a moment, he awkwardly wrapped his arm
"Hey guys, why don't we have a game of
"Don't you ever need to just be lazy in the grass,
"Come on, Will. It'll be fun."
After some considerable whining on Xander's part, the
girls all agreed to the game.
At first it was fairly quiet, but soon Anya started
grabbing others before they could catch the flying disk. Then Willow started
working minor spells so it would veer off in unexpected directions as they
chased it up and down the meadow. Nobody noticed that they were working their
way closer and closer to the stream until Xander leapt into the air to make what
he expected to be a spectacular catch, and landed in the stream with a huge
"Oh my God! Xander! Are you alright?" The
former demon sounded frantic with worry.
"Xander? Where are you?" Willow peered about
for her friend.
Then a triumphant arm raised itself from the water,
followed by a dripping young man, grinning from ear to ear.
"Behold! I bring forth Excaliber from the bosom of
"What on earth are you lot up to?"
"Just playing Frisbee, Giles."
"Well do it someplace else, would you?"
"Yes sir. Sorry sir. Didn't mean to interrupt,
sir. Just what am I interrupting, sir?"
"You're not interrupting anything" the
Englishman replied with some asperity as he removed his glasses. "You have,
however drenched us both to the skin, thank you very much." He now turned
his attention to wringing out his pant legs.
"Sorry. I'll - just be gone now." Xander
waded out of the shallow stream and back to the other Scoobies.
Buffy hunched over, her arms folded across her chest,
her cheeks scarlet.
"Buffy, are you alright?"
"Um...yeah, Giles. Just peachy."
"Why are you sitting like that? You're not cold,
"No. Not really."
"Then what's the problem? Have I said something to
"God, no, Giles. You've been great. It's
"Oh. Quite. Yes, I see." Giles' cheeks flamed
at the idea of Buffy's exposed nipples under the pale pink cotton. "Hang on
a bit while I see if I can find something to help."
He stood and hurried back to the picnic site only to
find the others had gone leaving nothing but the blanket and a pair of
"I don't bloody believe it!"
There was nothing for it but to gather up the smaller
coat and bring it back to Buffy.
"A raincoat? What happened to my shirt?"
"It seems we've been abandoned with nothing but a
pair of these and the blanket."
"I'm so gonna kill Xander!"
Giles placed the coat over Buffy's shoulders without
comment. Not that he thought Xander innocent. On the contrary. He simply felt a
strong need to concentrate on what he was doing so he wouldn't think of the
desire he kept feeling for his Slayer.
Safely ensconced in the coat, Buffy sat up.
"Okay, I'm too hot like this, but at least I'm
decent. So how are we gonna sneak me home in this?"
"Oh lord! I hadn't even thought of that."
"Yeah, well, I'm the one she'll be grilling.
Though, come to think of it, you'll probably get a turn on the spit. Is there
some way we can put off taking me home?" She turned big eyes to Giles,
hoping he would understand her meaning.
"I suppose we could go to my flat for a bit. I
might have a shirt or something you could borrow. Or we could call Willow from
there and ask her to bring something over for you to wear home."
Buffy grinned. "Sounds like a plan."
Giles rummaged through his shirts until he found one in
a soft blue he thought Buffy would like. He could hear the girl downstairs in
the kitchenette; the familiar sounds of tea being brewed. A rueful smile tugged
at his lips. It really was too easy to weave fantasies around Buffy. That she
felt for him what he felt for her. That she craved his touch as he craved hers.
That he would be allowed to hold her in his arms at night, and wake to her
Buffy smiled as she puttered about the tiny kitchen. It
had felt so right cooking alongside Giles that disastrous Thanksgiving. Now it
took so little to dream that she stood in this kitchen beside him every night.
That she tugged a volume from his fingers every night and led him to bed. That
his face would be the first thing she saw each morning and the last she saw at
night. She lit the burner.
"Here you are, Buffy. It'll do until Willow gets
"Thanks, Giles." She took the proffered shirt
and headed for the bathroom to change.
A few short moments later, she had returned feeling
somewhat nervous. Her soaking tank top and shorts were draped across the towel
bar, leaving her very aware of the fact that all she had on under Giles' shirt -
his shirt! - was a minuscule pair of silky panties. She was hyper-aware of the
scent of tea, leather, and books that had always signaled Giles' presence. The
suggested intimacy of wearing the lightly starched oxford cloth made her feel
both safe and uncertain at once. Hopeful, yet frustrated.
As for Giles, his brain shut down entirely on seeing
the vision before him. How many times had his guilty dreams concocted precisely
this image to tempt him? He suddenly felt it would be wise to sit down.
"Well, Buffy, what shall we do until Willow gets
"Um...I should probably mention that Will didn't
answer her phone when I called. I left a message on the machine, but I don't
know when she's gonna get it."
"Ah. I see." Dear God how was he going to
make it through without making a fool of himself?
"Tea's ready. I'll go get it."
The girl busied herself with the convenient
distraction. When she got back, she realized Giles was still wearing the wet
clothes he'd had on at the picnic.
"Maybe you should go change, Giles. You don't want
to catch a cold."
Numbly, he followed Buffy's advice, going into the
bathroom to change. That was when he saw her clothes. His brain shut down
entirely. All the blood had drained elsewhere.
"Giles? You ever coming out of there?"
"Just a moment, Buffy."
"Hurry up. The tea's getting cold, and I still
don't know what Ethan sent me."
Ethan. That name worked like a cold shower, allowing
Giles the dignity to leave the bathroom.
"I thought that'd get you out here." Buffy
"Where's the package?"
She handed it to him.
Giles inspected it from every angle, shook it and
listened, sniffed at the wrapping, and finally pronounced it seemingly safe. He
handed it ceremoniously to Buffy.
"Great. What am I gonna do with this?"
Buffy held out the box. It was the 25th Anniversary DVD
of The Rocky Horror Picture Show."
"Not a film you care for, I take it?"
"Actually, I do sorta like it" Buffy
admitted. "The problem is, no DVD player. And with medical bills raining
down like manna from Heaven, I'm guessing there isn't one in my near
"Perhaps...well...you could watch it here with
"With you, oh Luddite Watcher of mine?"
"Don't scoff. I bought a DVD player recently.
Don't tell Xander. He'd be over here at all hours."
"And you really like Rocky Horror?"
"You forget when that film came out. It was the
tag end of my Ripper days. And I've seen the stage show as well. There was a
fellow played Frank N. Furter in the West End a few years back who was quite
good. Some of my friends said he looked a bit like me, but I didn't see the
"Okay, then, fire it up!"
Giles got out the DVD player and hooked it to his tiny
television. The pair settled themselves on the sofa, Buffy deliberately sitting
a bit closer to Giles than she usually did. She took up her tea, and handed
Giles his cup. Their fingers brushed and their eyes met for a second. Then they
both turned their heads to the glow of the tv screen.
As the movie played, the two moved even closer
together. They laughed at the movie, yelling out the audience lines they
remembered. Soon Buffy had worked up the courage to nestle close to Giles' side,
encouraging him to curl an arm around her shoulder, as she wrapped one around
It was sweet torture to Giles. He was finally allowed
to hold the girl of his dreams, but he didn't know if she wanted him as a man or
as a substitute father. While he'd never tried to be a father to Buffy, others
kept insisting that it was the only role he could logically play in her life.
He'd finally grown to wonder if that was how she truly saw him. Now here she
was, holding him, demanding that he hold her, and he needed to know how she
meant it before he either broke her trust or blew the opportunity of a lifetime.
He was sure she must be able to feel him trembling
beneath her gentle touch. She must feel the pounding of his heart, the
increasingly ragged breaths he took. He looked down, only to meet the hazel
depths of her eyes. In that moment, without a word, his question was answered.
His left hand traced the contours of her face as the
right continued to hold her to him.
"Are you certain?"
Buffy nodded and turned her face to kiss the palm that
stroked her cheek.
Giles lifted her face to his and kissed her. At first,
his lips nibbled softly at hers, teasing her and himself until he felt her lips
part to invite him in. He took the lower lip gently between his teeth, grazing
it softly before letting it go, then met her full on, introducing the tip of his
tongue to hers.
Soon the two were far better acquainted as they danced
across one another. Buffy moved to straddle Giles lap, allowing the thin shirt
to ride up her thighs. She held his head as they explored each others mouths,
his hands moving south to run along the muscular legs that held him captive.
Giles cupped Buffy's butt as he rose from the sofa. He
trailed kisses to her ear and nuzzled into it. "Shall we go upstairs,
The Englishman had something of a struggle turning off
the tv, locking the door and moving up the stairs with an armload of squirming
Slayer caressing him, nibbling his ear, and generally making him forget his own
name, but somehow he managed to get them both up to the loft.
Giles placed his lady carefully on the bed, kicking off
his shoes before joining her. He simply held her for a moment, letting her know
through his touch how much he cherished her. He rained gentle kisses across her
cheeks, forehead, and chin before recapturing her lips.
Buffy returned his caresses with surprising gentleness,
and a passion he'd never imagined. Her hands wove through his hair then plucked
the glasses off his nose, depositing them on the nightstand with a giggle. He
playfully kissed her nose before pulling her close and plundering her mouth with
Soon they divested one another of clothing, leaving
only Buffy's frivolous silk panties and Giles' pale blue boxers as a barrier.
Giles slid between Buffy's legs and ground his erection against her thigh as he
moved to nurse at the tiny pink rosebuds of her nipples.
She gasped and moaned as he swirled his talented tongue
over the sensitive nubs, then sucked each in turn into his mouth. She dragged
him up her body so she could kiss his mouth again.
She'd never been with a man with hair on his chest
before, and was surprised and delighted by the feel of the crisp hairs teasing
her sensitized nipples further. Her panties were soaked through, and she could
feel his cock seeking her through his boxers. It twitched as she rocked against
Giles, large and hard and demanding. She craved it. Needed it inside her.
"Please, Giles" she begged.
She felt him smile against her lips as he brushed back
her hair from her face.
"Patience, luv. All in good time."
"Great. So a stevedore is just a great big
"Not a tease, for I shan't leave you wanting. But
I'll be slow, and thorough, and leave you very, very satisfied."
With that, his lips traveled down her body again until
he reached her hips. Removing his mouth, he reached up and hitched his fingers
into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. Then he knelt between
said legs and began kissing her again, this time at her toes. When he'd kissed
each one, he moved to kiss the instep of each foot, then her ankles, and on up,
each kiss moving him closer to his goal.
It seemed an eternity to Buffy before she felt his
mouthing kisses on her inner thighs. Every touch of his lips and tongue was a
sweet torture as she trembled awaiting ecstasy.
Finally it came. Giles spread Buffy's thighs and took a
moment to gaze enraptured at the dew soaked nest before him before diving in
hungrily. He licked, he sucked, he fingered, and he drank deeply of the sweet
nectar she produced in such quantity. Buffy cried out again and again as climax
after climax tore through her. Finally she had to beg Giles to stop.
He moved up her body to hold her as she regained her
composure. He stroked her hair and murmured endearments in her ear.
"God, it's never been like that before" she
"Are you ready for more, luv?"
"Not just yet. Would you hold me for a
"Of course, Buffy. I'll hold you forever if you
He kissed her deeply as he held her. She returned it
with enthusiasm. After a short time, Buffy began to urge Giles on to more
His hands, lips, and tongue were everywhere at once,
eliciting erotic responses from spots Buffy had never realized were so sensitive
before. She returned his caresses hungrily. Finally, she took Giles' face in her
hands and kissed him deeply before reaching down to remove his boxers.
She took his hard length in her hands, working back the
foreskin before engulfing him into her wanton mouth. His hips bucked
involuntarily as she swirled her tongue around the head, pumping the shaft with
one hand while the other fondled the heavy sac of balls at the base.
All too soon, he reluctantly signaled Buffy to stop.
"I want to be inside you, Buffy."
"Then come on in. It's what I want, too."
She lay back as he reached into the nightstand drawer
for a condom. He sheathed his cock and positioned himself between her legs.
Before entering her, he caressed her cheek softly.
"I love you, Buffy."
"I love you, Giles. Be with me."
They kissed gently as he guided himself home.
At first his strokes were long and slow. Over and over,
he pulled his length almost entirely out before working himself back in until
the coarse pubic hairs met and mingled again. After a time, though, their
movements became more urgent, his thrusts shallower and quicker until neither
could hold back.
As Buffy tightened around his penis, Giles felt the
first throb of his own orgasm. He rode her hard, bound for ecstasy, as his seed
gushed forth in seemingly unending torrents.
When it was over, they kissed and cuddled, murmuring
words of love and devotion all the while.
"Mmmmm, I think I'm spoiled for anybody else
"So am I, luv." He kissed her temple softly.
"So I guess it's official; you're stuck with
"I can't think of a more pleasant fate."
She kissed his chest as she snuggled closer.
"So have you enjoyed your birthday?"
"It was the bestest ever Buffy birthday bash. And
I liked your present best of all. I hope you're gonna give it to me again
"But I haven't given you your present yet."
"So what was all this? A party favor?"
He kissed her and handed her a square box.
Buffy squealed in delight when she saw the stuffed pig.
"It's a Mrs. Gordo for Mr. Gordo! Okay, it's
official: you've given me everything I ever wanted for my birthday. A sunny
picnic, incredibly hot sex with the sexiest guy I've ever met, and a honey for
Mr. Gordo. You are the God of boyfriends."
"Sexiest? God of boyfriends? I think I could live
"Are you sure it's safe to go in there? I mean,
there's a lot of repressed sexual energy between them." Tara looked
"Please! Giles is like, fifty, and Buffy's not the
kind to turn into bunnywoman after just a few smoochies."
"As crude as Xander's being, and that's pretty
crude, I gotta agree with him. I think we're talking smoochie heaven, not,
y'know, whatever the appropriate term would be for a two-person orgy."
"You've got to be kidding. Buffy has the stamina
of ten men..."
"Could we please make that women, An? The other
way is too disturbing for me."
"Okay, Xander, women, and Giles is the one who
trains her. I say we're walking into something man was not meant to see."
"So why are you in such a hurry?" The redhead
was not going to let Anya win if she could help it.
"Oh, please! I'm not a man. I'm a woman and a
former demon. I can see these things. Besides, I bet Giles knows some moves I
could teach to Xander."
The other three rolled their eyes as they approached
the apartment. Willow tried the door and found it locked. The four shared
significant glances as the witch knocked instead.
Inside they heard a muffled cry of "Blast!",
some feminine giggling, and a more polite cry of "Just a moment",
followed by rustling cloth, more giggles, and hurried footsteps. Giles peered
around the door as he opened it. He was wearing his heavy velour robe, his face
was flushed, and his hair was mussed.
"Hi Giles. We, um, we brought some clothes. For
Buffy. Because you called and said she needed some. Clothes, that is. And...here
they are." Willow thrust the bag into Giles' hand. "And...maybe we'll
be going now."
"Yes...er...thank you, Willow. Much
"Okay. So, bye."
"Wait up, Will!"
Buffy bounded down the stairs, wearing Giles' shirt
again. When she reached the door, she pulled Willow into a bear hug.
"I just wanted to say thanks for the best birthday
ever, guys. Now go away, 'cause I've been promised another present."
The four turned away as the door closed. Inside, the
giggling started up again.