The pale vampire only sat there it utter shock. His chest was going up and down and up and down with increasing speed.
"You can't rape the willing," the watcher said staring into his grey-blue eyes for what seemed an eternity.
Giles put his hand on Spike's face and softly caressed it with his thumb. The vampire's eyes went wide and confusion was written over his face. This had to be a joke, a sick joke. He softly kissed Spike's mouth. The vampire was beginning to doubt it was a joke. Giles kissed him again harder, and Spike kissed back passionately. The vampire slowly pushed Giles back so that he was laying on his back on the orange accent pillows on the living room couch. The vampire unbuttoned a few buttons of Giles's dark blue shirt and began to kiss his exposed chest. The watcher pulled another white muscle shirt off of Spike and nibbled playfully on his neck. Ding Dong. The two were startled as they heard the loud and rather annoying doorbell ring.
"Fuck me," Spike whispered, still on top of the sweating watcher.
"Perhaps, later if you behave," Giles said.
Looking into his green eyes, Spike could tell that he didn't really want to answer the door.
"Quick, Spike, in that chair so I can tie you up," the watcher said pointing to a very uncomfortable wooden chair a few feet away.
The vampire reluctantly rolled off him and was then secured to the chair with some twine (in
fact, it was the same twine that he would threaten one of Glory's demons with). Ding Dong.
Giles grabbed Spike's shirt and hid it in the kitchen cubbard. He went up to the door and
turned around to around to Spike.
"I'm sorry," the watcher mouthed to him.
Giles faced back forward, undid all the locks, and opened the door.
"Hi, Giles," Buffy said in a sickeningly cheery voice.
She smiled.
"Um, hello. What are you doing here?" he answered, a hint of rudeness leaking out in his voice.
Buffy's smile quickly faded.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just thought I'd take a walk, and I wound up her. I guess I'll call you next time. I'm really sorry."
Giles was only half listening. His mind was still on what had happened with Spike.
"Wake me?" he inquired with a puzzled look. The watcher thought for a second that it might have all been a dream.
"Yeah, unbuttoned shirt, messed up hair, dark room."
"Oh, it's just a bit hot today," Giles lied, buttoning up his shirt while Buffy stared at his chest unbeknownst to him.
"I thought I'd stop by to see how you are?"
"What?" he asked looking up from his shirt. "Oh, oh. Great despite having to put up with Spike's inability to close his mouth." Giles had to admit he was a wonderful liar.
"I'm in the room," the vampire announced in his usual sarcastic voice.
"Thank you, Spike. I'm completely aware of that," Giles said, pretending to be annoyed.
The watcher gave her a stare that said, "What the hell are you still doing here?"
"Well, then, I guess I'll be going."
"Oh, course. Good bye."
"Bye," Buffy said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She walked out, and Giles closed the large wooden door.
"So let's get to it," Spike said.
"Sorry, Spike. Buffy's going to stop by in the morning...and," Giles paused.
"And?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.
"And..."
"You want her, don't you?" Spike inquired.
"No!" the watcher insisted.
"She wants you," he told him.
"How can you tell?"
Spike laughed. "You really don't see it, do you? The way she looks at you. There's something between you two. That and the whole kiss thing earlier."
"What!" Giles yelled, a bit embarrassed.
"You put me facing a rather large mirror," the vampire retorted, defending himself.
"So you just decided to watch us?"
"I can't see my reflection. What else was there to do?"
"Good point," Giles said, giving in.
"I know how to get you together."
"I thought you wanted me?" he asked.
"Yeah, but it isn't always about that," Spike pointed out.
"What is it about?"
"Making sure the person you love is happy," the vampire said, looking into his eyes.
"You love me?" Giles asked.
A silence filled the room and lingered for a while.
Spike broke it with, "Ok, here's the plan."