"Hey, Buffy. What's going on?" Willow asked, cheerfully.
"You didn't get my message?" Buffy asked.
"No," the red head replied, "When did you call?"
"Yesterday, 5ish."
"Oh, Tara and I were doing a spell..." she explained with a small smile.
"God, even Willow is getting laid," Buffy thought.
"Was it tiring?" the slayer inquired.
"Very," Willow explained.
"I'm going to become a lesbian. Then I could have someone to do "spells" with me."
"What are you talking about, Buffy?" the red head asked nervously. "Are you saying that Tara and I were...you know...last night?" she whispered.
The slayer glanced at the clothing on the floor.
"It's laundry day," Willow lied.
"Anyway, yesterday Giles and I were..."
The young witch sat waiting for the rest of the sentence.
"We were...doing a spell," Buffy finished.
Willow frowned.
"Sorry. Well, we were in the middle of it, and I could tell he was really enjoying it. Then,
out of nowhere, he tells me to stop."
"He what!" Willow said in suprise. "Did he tell you why?"
"He said he didn't want to be with someone he didn't love," the slayer retorted.
"It makes sense at his age that he would want to settle down," the red head told her.
"Maybe. I think there may be someone else."
"Really? Were there any clues when you went over to his house?" Willow inquired.
"No, but if he doesn't want me, there has to be someone else," Buffy stated.
"I wish I could help you, Buffy; but my first class is about to start. Sorry."
"Oh, it's cool. When do you get out?" Buffy asked her.
"Um, 11:00...Why?"
"Could you come over then?"
"Yeah," Willow answered.
Giles exited the bathroom wearing his towel. He was searching for his pants but decided to have a glass of orange juice first.
"Hey, sexy," Spike said, wrapping his arms around the watcher from behind. "You gonna go around the house in your towel all day? Not that I'd object."
"No, I was looking for my pants, and I got distracted," he explained.
"We threw clothes everywhere last night, but I'm pretty sure they're somewhere in the living room."
Spike let of Giles, and the watcher finished his drink. Giles put the juice back into the fridge, turned around, and was pinned against the fridge by the vampire.
"You don't have to get dressed yet, do you?" Spike asked.
"I have to leave soon, and a towel is not the most appropriate attire in public."
"Profits would triple at the Magic Box if you were that little outfit..." the vampire whispered into his ear.
Giles laughed.
"...that is, if I let you leave."
Spike kissed him a few times on his soft lips.
"You're making it difficult for me to want to," Giles admitted.
"And?" the vampire asked playfully, sliding his hand down Giles's chest and slowly ventured lower and lower.
"Spike," the watcher said.
"Yes, love?"
"I'm running late," he pointed out. "Let me get dressed, and you can give me a goodbye kiss."
"Or I could give you one now," he said smiling.
Spike stepped back and undid the towel on Giles's waist and started to position himself at the watcher's middle.
"On my lips," Giles said sternly.
"Oh, ok," Spike replied after a sigh.
Spike pressed his body firmly against the watcher. He started to nibble on his lips softly.
Then he kissed him passionately, Giles's mouth widened, and Spike's warm tongue entered.
Caught up wih themselves, Spike and the watcher failed to notice Buffy, Willow, and Tara
come in. Giles put his arms around the vampire's neck as their tongues battled for control
of the kiss.
Buffy, followed by Willow and Tara, hand in hand, walked in the living room quietly.
Giles pinned Spike against the fridge.
"My turn," he whispered to the vampire, unzipping the his leather pants.
They heard a few moans from the kitchen and looked over.
"Giles," Buffy said.
"Buffy," Giles answered, turning around out of breath.
"Giles!" Willow said shocked.
"Willow," Giles replied, covering himself with the towel.
"SLAY-ER!" Spike yelled in his best Tim Curry voice.
All eyes fixed on the vampire.
"What? You have to admit the whole scene was rather Rocky Horror Picture Show-esque."