*~*~*~*~*
That night Buffy lay in bed, thinking. What would have happened if Willow hadn't of walked in? She had felt the fire of Giles' touch and the passion in his kiss. She longed for more.
Frustrated, she grunted and sat up. What was she thinking? This was Giles we were talking about! This was way wrong on so many levels. To start off small there was the age difference. That she could get passed. Next was the fact that he was her Watcher. She could get passed that too. But then there was their friendship and mutual respect for each other. She didn't want to lose that. She didn't want to lose him.
She stood and began pacing franticly. There had to be a way out of this. But did she really want "out?" She stopped pacing and looked over herself. She was still in the black velvet skirt. She couldn't bring herself to change out of it. It still had his scent on it. She could still feel where he had touched her bare thigh.
"Buffy?"
She turned to the voice in the doorway. "Hi."
Willow stepped in and closed the door. "You wanna talk?"
"What's there to talk about?" she smiled.
The redhead wasn't falling for it. "Buffy, are you and Giles in love?" Her tone was understanding.
Her smile fell off. "I don't know," she admitted as she sat on the bed. "It was supposed to be just dance lessons. To help Giles stay in shape. But what you saw..."
"Was kinky?" Willow giggled.
Buffy's jaw dropped in awe. "That's not what I was going to say!" She turned a bright pink.
"Hey, it's okay. You and Giles looked right together. Wiggy, but right." She wrapped her friend in a hug.
Buffy sighed. "Do you think he feels the same?"
Willow nodded. "Definitely."
*~*~*~*~*
"You never put pigs wart by the cow heals. It won't sell." Anya continued complaining about the organization of the shelves, but Giles couldn't really hear her. He leaned on the counter and looked over his ledger, but his eyes wouldn't focus. All he could think about was the softness of her skin and the light scent of vanilla in her hair.
"Are you listening?" Somehow Anya had managed to walk in front of him and stand there, her arms crossed. "You need to pay more attention. This information could be very valuable to the business."
He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Anya, I am really not in the mood to listen to all of this right now. I have more important things on my mind right now."
"Like black velvet?"
He snapped his eyes up to her. "Pardon?"
She reached over the counter and pulled out a CD. "I found this in the walkway. It's called 'Black Velvet.' I figured it was yours." She handed it to him. "I listened to it. Not bad."
Giles took the CD reluctantly. Just touching the CD he remembered the feel of the velvet skirt she wore. "I believe this is Buffy's."
Anya watched him. "You'd like her for an orgasm friend, wouldn't you?"
"Anya! No I would not! That was a very uncalled for question!" He set the CD aside and returned to his books. "Have you changed the price on pinion?"
"Yes, but that's not what I want to talk about now." She propped her elbows on the counter. "You're in love with her aren't you?"
He kept his eyes on the book. "She's a very dear friend. Yes I love her."
She shook her head. "Not like that. I mean like I love Xander."
Still, his eyes stayed on the book. "What would give you that impression?"
A smile tugged on her lips. "Well, yesterday when you asked Xander and I to watch the store while you were in 'training' I heard that music playing. Then Willow was blushing so hard when she came from there that I can only assume you and Buffy were having sexual intercourse."
He slammed the book closed. "She and I have never done that. And I believe that this is not a suitable conversation to have while working."
"I'm on a break."
He sighed. "There is nothing you need to know about."
Her look softened. "It's obvious she feels the same. I mean, she wouldn't have worn that slutty outfit otherwise."
"Don't you ever refer to her as that!" His tone had taken an edge and it looked like he would have almost come over the counter to strike her.
But Anya only smiled. "You know if you just tell her then you two can get pelvic."
He glared. "That's not what I care about."
"Oh, I'm sure it's not the only thing you care about. But you'd like to. Giles, you and Buffy belong together. Face it. Now go." She took the book from him. "Go to her, tell her you love her and stop being miserable."
He grinned slightly and headed out the door.
That night Buffy lay in bed, thinking. What would have happened if Willow hadn't of walked in? She had felt the fire of Giles' touch and the passion in his kiss. She longed for more.
Frustrated, she grunted and sat up. What was she thinking? This was Giles we were talking about! This was way wrong on so many levels. To start off small there was the age difference. That she could get passed. Next was the fact that he was her Watcher. She could get passed that too. But then there was their friendship and mutual respect for each other. She didn't want to lose that. She didn't want to lose him.
She stood and began pacing franticly. There had to be a way out of this. But did she really want "out?" She stopped pacing and looked over herself. She was still in the black velvet skirt. She couldn't bring herself to change out of it. It still had his scent on it. She could still feel where he had touched her bare thigh.
"Buffy?"
She turned to the voice in the doorway. "Hi."
Willow stepped in and closed the door. "You wanna talk?"
"What's there to talk about?" she smiled.
The redhead wasn't falling for it. "Buffy, are you and Giles in love?" Her tone was understanding.
Her smile fell off. "I don't know," she admitted as she sat on the bed. "It was supposed to be just dance lessons. To help Giles stay in shape. But what you saw..."
"Was kinky?" Willow giggled.
Buffy's jaw dropped in awe. "That's not what I was going to say!" She turned a bright pink.
"Hey, it's okay. You and Giles looked right together. Wiggy, but right." She wrapped her friend in a hug.
Buffy sighed. "Do you think he feels the same?"
Willow nodded. "Definitely."
*~*~*~*~*
"You never put pigs wart by the cow heals. It won't sell." Anya continued complaining about the organization of the shelves, but Giles couldn't really hear her. He leaned on the counter and looked over his ledger, but his eyes wouldn't focus. All he could think about was the softness of her skin and the light scent of vanilla in her hair.
"Are you listening?" Somehow Anya had managed to walk in front of him and stand there, her arms crossed. "You need to pay more attention. This information could be very valuable to the business."
He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Anya, I am really not in the mood to listen to all of this right now. I have more important things on my mind right now."
"Like black velvet?"
He snapped his eyes up to her. "Pardon?"
She reached over the counter and pulled out a CD. "I found this in the walkway. It's called 'Black Velvet.' I figured it was yours." She handed it to him. "I listened to it. Not bad."
Giles took the CD reluctantly. Just touching the CD he remembered the feel of the velvet skirt she wore. "I believe this is Buffy's."
Anya watched him. "You'd like her for an orgasm friend, wouldn't you?"
"Anya! No I would not! That was a very uncalled for question!" He set the CD aside and returned to his books. "Have you changed the price on pinion?"
"Yes, but that's not what I want to talk about now." She propped her elbows on the counter. "You're in love with her aren't you?"
He kept his eyes on the book. "She's a very dear friend. Yes I love her."
She shook her head. "Not like that. I mean like I love Xander."
Still, his eyes stayed on the book. "What would give you that impression?"
A smile tugged on her lips. "Well, yesterday when you asked Xander and I to watch the store while you were in 'training' I heard that music playing. Then Willow was blushing so hard when she came from there that I can only assume you and Buffy were having sexual intercourse."
He slammed the book closed. "She and I have never done that. And I believe that this is not a suitable conversation to have while working."
"I'm on a break."
He sighed. "There is nothing you need to know about."
Her look softened. "It's obvious she feels the same. I mean, she wouldn't have worn that slutty outfit otherwise."
"Don't you ever refer to her as that!" His tone had taken an edge and it looked like he would have almost come over the counter to strike her.
But Anya only smiled. "You know if you just tell her then you two can get pelvic."
He glared. "That's not what I care about."
"Oh, I'm sure it's not the only thing you care about. But you'd like to. Giles, you and Buffy belong together. Face it. Now go." She took the book from him. "Go to her, tell her you love her and stop being miserable."
He grinned slightly and headed out the door.