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DEDICATION: For Brenda, who forced me to write this. Thanks, Brenda!
CONTENT WARNINGS: This segment is rated a very definite NC-17 for sexual content. If you are under 18, or are uncomfortable with this type of material, please return to my Fanfiction Index.
"Okay, tell me again why I have to dress like this?" Cordelia complained from the library book cage. She'd put up Oz's modesty curtain, but she still felt rather skanky changing clothes in the library like this.
Giles sighed heavily from the other side of the curtain. "Cordelia, you did say that you wanted to get more involved of the research end of things."
"Well, yes," Cordelia admitted as she pulled her dress down off over her shoulders and wriggled out of it. "But I was thinking more in terms of old dusty books and stuff." She picked up the garment that Giles had given her to wear and held it up skeptically. "What kind of ritual are we doing tonight anyway?"
"It's an ancient Greek ritual for creating an oracle at any mystical convergence," Giles said. "If we do it properly, we can call on the oracle for one question concerning future events. Since we're on a Hellmouth, we need to invoke the protection of a particularly warlike guardian spirit."
"It just seems kind of -- I don't know. Cheap." Cordelia shuddered. "Do I have to change my underwear too?"
"Cordelia, if you're not comfortable --"
"No, no. I can cope." She sighed in resignation, wondering for the umpteenth time if she was crazy in her sudden decision to ask Giles to train her to be a Watcher. There was so much really creepy stuff involved in the occupation. She unhooked and took off her bra and shimmied out of her panties. "But leather underwear?"
"It will only be for a few minutes, Cordelia."
"All right." She pulled the leather panties on, then the leather dress. Breast plate, upper arm bands, and wrist guards. She laced up the leather boots. She fumbled with the sword in its scabbard for several minutes, got it on backwards -- which was actually frontwards -- fumbled with it some more and finally got it on straight at her back. "Gods, this is worse than dressing for Homecoming!"
"Do you need any help?"
"You wish!" She finally straightened everything, wishing desperately for a mirror. "Okay! But don't laugh."
"Don't forget your chakram," Giles said, sounding as if he were moving across the room.
"My what?"
"The round metal thing. It's a weapon. You hook it to your belt."
"Gee Giles, I thought it was a necklace." Cordelia picked it up. She found a tie for it on her belt, then opened the door to the library cage and edged out.
Giles had his back to her; he was busy drawing a big chalk circle around the oak reading table. "There, that should . . ." He looked up at her and stared.
"Uh, I didn't have a mirror." Cordelia said. "Do I look okay? I think my hair got mussed while I was changing. I should comb it."
"No!" he said. "No, that's not necessary. It looks perfect like that. Come here."
Under his intent scrutiny, Cordelia felt suddenly shy. "Are you sure?" Her hands drifted up to smooth the soft tangles.
Giles moved forward and grasped her hands. "I'm sure." He drew her forward until she stood next to the table, inside the chalk circle, then reached down to close the circle. He sat up on the table and stared at her for a minute longer.
"Um, is there anything I should be doing?" Cordelia reached up to push a fallen lock of hair out of her eyes. "Giles?"
"Not yet," Giles said in a low purring voice that sent little shimmers of heat down her body to the tips of her toes. He smiled and Cordelia felt her knees go weak. He picked up a book that lay on the table beside him and opened it up. She didn't know why he needed it; as he spoke the musty old phrases in that garbled old language he never took his eyes off her. The little shimmers of heat were turning into a minor fever. Cordelia squirmed, suddenly wanting nothing more than to throw the leather garments off.
"Not yet," Giles said from somewhere at center of the growing inferno. "Cordelia, invoke the spirit of the Warrior Priestess. Now!"
"All right all ready!" she whimpered, fighting a surge of dizziness. She took a deep, steadying breath and yelled: "Come on Warrior Priestess!"
Bizarroland sensation of somebody vastly larger than her entering her spirit and body. Cordelia felt immense, fire-infused, invulnerable. Vaguely she was aware of Giles asking her a question. Whatever her answer was, it seemed to encompass the wisdom of millennium.
She laughed wildly. Giles grabbed her and was suddenly kissing her, deeply and tenderly. Cordelia returned it in kind for a moment. "Fuck this," she finally said, grabbed his shirt front and tore it down. Raked her fingers hard down along the muscles of his chest, and pulled at the hairs there until he cried out. Cordelia laughed again and shoved him to the top of the table and crawled on top of him. "Let's try it rough now," she suggested. She snatched his glasses off and tossed them, grabbed his hair to yank his head back so she could bite at the soft skin beneath his chin.
"Yes," Giles growled at her through clenched teeth, his fingers digging hard into her thighs. Cordelia lowered herself down on top of him, groin to groin, and writhed. The heat in her groin ignited into an unbearable fire. Giles' fingers caught at her leather panties and pulled them down partway down her thighs, then moved up to plunder her center.
Cordelia reached back to pull her sword from its scabbard. She lay it across his throat. "More," she snarled. He responded by bringing the side of his hand hard up against her clitoris. Cordelia cried out -- a long ululating cry -- and reached between them with her free hand to tug at the zipper to his pants. She wound her fingers around his cock. It didn't need any more encouragement to come out and play.
Cordelia dropped the sword to one side of the table and batted his hand from her throbbing core. He lifted himself to grab at her panties, shoving them further down her unbearably long legs. Impatient, Cordelia dug her fingers into his chest and wriggled, finally kicking the hobbling garment off over her feet. Riding up, she brought herself over him and dropped down onto his swollen cock.
Giles grunted and grabbed at her hips, grinding her hard down on top of him. Cordelia snatched his wrists and pushed them away. She leaned over to pin his hands hard down against the table and rode him, staring savagely into his green eyes as she moved.
His thrusts up into her became frenzied, and he growled far down in his throat. Cordelia let go of one of his wrists and seized him around the neck, digging hard in with her fingernails. "Now, you bastard!" she screamed at him even as her body was seized by a fiery climax. She screamed again as she felt his heat pulsing up into her, and she snatched at his shoulders forcing him by sheer will to go on and on.
"Oh, gods!" she yelled an eternity later when the orgasm dropped out from under her. She collapsed panting onto Giles' chest. "This sex magick stuff is GREAT," she finally managed.
Giles was panting for breath too. "Well, yes it can be," he finally managed. His fingers laced through her hair, tangling it about even more. "We'll have to try it sometime."
"What!?" Cordelia pushed herself off of his chest so she could glare at the Watcher. He was still inside her; at the motion she felt his interest begin to pique again. She moaned and moved her hips against him. "You mean we didn't have to --! I'm going to kill you."
"Now now," Giles pulled his hands from her hair and caressed her breastplate. "We did need to invoke the spirit, and once we invoked the spirit we needed to dissipate it. This was as good a way as any. As long as we were going to make a night of it anyway --"
"I don't mean that," Cordelia said angrily. She shifted herself back to begin a slow rhythm again. "But what's with the leather fetish?!"
Giles grinned up at her. "You look good in leather, my dear."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Did you get your question answered?" She moved her hands to his chest to rub at his nipples with her thumbs.
He sighed, and began to move under her, caressing her waist as he moved. "Yes, but in a typical oracular fashion, it was too vague to be of use. I'll need to invoke it again but we can't use the same avatar twice."
Cordelia thought about that a moment as she gave him a more leisurely fuck. "As long as we're going the pop culture route then -- bet Buffy would make a hot Callisto."
Giles stared up at her, then gave her a smoldering Ripperish grin. Cordelia grinned back, then moaned softly. And don't you think that you're going to get out of the role-playing gig either, Mister, she thought as she began to climb to her peak yet again. I think you can play the role of Ares just dandy next time after that.