"Mmm. Giles pretty." Buffy gazed at her half-awake watcher lying beside her in the bed, his arm flung protectively across her. "Is that a regular morning happy, or is it for me?" She reached out and rubbed his scratchy face.

Giles smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "Depends."

"Really? On what?"

"On whether you help me with it, or I go take a cold shower."



"Cold shower yucky, watcher yummy." Buffy kissed Giles eagerly, melting into his arms as they tightened around her. "Let's cancel that cold shower."

"Good with me." Giles initially concentrated on Buffy as she took ruthless advantage of him, trying to see past the tal-marat, and finally failed, giving himself up to the pleasure of her warm, clean-smelling body that was quite intent on pleasuring him.

"Giles like?" she asked after, trailing kisses along his belly as they rested, sated, her fingers entwined with his.

"Very much. Buffy like?"

Buffy propped herself on one elbow, studying her watcher's contented face. "Buffy want more Giles."

"More you shall have." Giles rolled over on top of her, smothering her with kisses. "Where would you like me to begin? Here?" He kissed her gently on the lips, "Or here?" He kissed the mark that Spike had left behind on her neck, causing her to gasp and pull him closer. "Like that, do you?" He suckled at her neck, causing Buffy to moan and gasp with pleasure, gripping his hips.

"God, yes!" She squirmed against him, for the first time noticing the time on the digital alarm clock. "Oh, God!" She bucked, trying to throw him off. "I'm gonna be so late!"

"Late? For what? It's Sunday, Buffy." Giles pinned her to the bed, eager for more. "No school."

"Church, Giles. I'm a greeter today." Buffy thrashed underneath him, torn between her choices. "Gotta be there by ten-thirty. They're relying on me."

"I'm lying on you, Buffy," Giles quipped. "What happened to 'Want more Giles'?" He glanced up, nine o'clock. "Since when do you go to church?"

"Since I've been back. I go Sundays and Thursday nights." Buffy wiggled free, placing a kiss on Giles' nose. "I still want more Giles, just later."

"What if I give you more Giles, right now, and then drive you to the church?" He pulled her out of the bed and dragged her, unresisting, to the shower. "Maybe in the shower? Giles want more Buffy."

Buffy giggled as Giles soaped her up. "I need to make you a par-lahk-shar, I'd sure like to know what's in your head right now."

"Be my guest. But I think it's quite obvious what's in my head. You don't need a ring for that." Giles rubbed himself against her, his ardor apparent.

"If you start reading Harry Potter right now, I'll stake you."

"Never read it. Must try sometime. See what all the fuss is about." Giles entered her swiftly, and Buffy wrapped her legs around him as the hot water poured over them. "Beats a cold shower any day."

"I'm liking this dream more and more. Don't pinch me." Buffy gripped Giles' shoulders. "I don't wanna wake up."

"You're not dreaming, love." Giles pinched her nipple playfully. "How's that?"

"Giles! You're killing me." Buffy squealed as she went over the edge.

Giles' voice was husky as he joined her. "That would really upset the old ladies at the church, wouldn't it?"



"Give them a right heart attack." Spike stepped into the bathroom. He was immaculately dressed in a dark grey suit with a white dress shirt and red tie. Giles noticed that his cuff had the monogram 'WTB' in block letters. "Nice going, Watcher. The little Scoobies downstairs are already falling all over themselves in shock. Really, Rupes, had no idea you had it in you. Twice. Faith is quite impressed. Wants a go herself."

"Will!" Buffy stepped out of the shower, taking the towel he held out for her. Spike wrapped the towel around her, handing her a silver handled hairbrush from a brown leather bag that sat on Giles' sink. He tossed another folded towel, full strength, at Giles, smacking him in the chest as he exited the shower.

"Ouch!" Giles caught it, wrapping it around his waist. "This is a bloody nightmare. How did you get in here?"

"Read the fine print in those books of yours. You invited my childe in to your house. Works for the sire as well." With the familiarity of a thousand mornings, Spike reached into the bag and poured oil from a vial into his hand. Sitting on the toilet while rubbing his hands together, he began working the vanilla scented oil into Buffy's back. Buffy dropped the towel down to let him get the base of her spine and buttocks.

Giles gaped openmouthed for a moment, and then reached for his deodorant from the medicine cabinet, muttering "If I'd wanted a threesome, I'd have invited Ethan over."

Spike poured more oil into his hand. "I heard that, Watcher. I'm not sure whether to be insulted or relieved."

Buffy turned around, allowing Spike to smear the oil onto her breasts and stomach. "Good, luv?" Giles reached for his razor and began his shaving routine, trying to ignore the other pair that had invaded his bathroom.

"Always." Buffy handed the brush back to Spike, who placed it back and the bag and handed her a pair of underpants and bra. Buffy slipped on the pants, and turned her back to allow Spike to help her fasten her bra. "Thank you."

"The red suit and your green dress are on the bed. Which do you want?"

"The suit, but I'll eat first. Let the oil sink in." Spike nodded and went out, returning with an oversized cotton shirt, which hung to her knees. He helped her ease into it, pulling it over her head and slapping her rump gently. "Will!" Buffy giggled playfully, planting a quick kiss on his lips. She was rewarded with a glass of water and two pills, which Spike handed her from the bag on the sink.

Giles looked over his shoulder, debating whether to question their actions, and then returned to his shaving. Spike reached in a pocket and pulled out an antique sterling watch and a claddaugh ring, helping Buffy put them on. He then handed her some pearl and diamond earrings. "Hungry, Pet?"

"Starving."

Giles turned from the sink, "Christ! What are you? Her bloody valet?"

Spike reached into the leather bag, tossing a bottle of deodorant to Buffy. "Seems to me, you're the one who forgot his job description this morning. Council doesn't think too highly of watchers who endanger their slayer. And given the fact that I don't see any evidence that either of you remembered any precautions this morning, you are a stupid git."

Buffy placed her hand on Spike's chest, pushing him back on the toilet seat, stopping him from going after Giles, who still had a razor in his hand. "Will, he doesn't know."

"Annie, why didn't you just think for two seconds? Why do you think I stock your purse?"

Buffy feigned nonchalance. "What's done is done, if we have to, we'll deal."



"Last time we 'just dealt', I nearly wound up burying you. Seem to recall I buried your child in two feet of snow while Jasmine was doing her damndest to save your life. And I happened to like that child's father. I don't like him." Spike pointed at Giles. "You're in no shape for this. Why didn't you just come home?"

Giles crossed his arms over his bare chest. "I'm right here. And I don't like you, either."

Buffy hung her head. "I'm sorry, Will."

Spike pulled her into his arms, burying his face between her breasts. "Sorry doesn't keep you alive."

"What are you apologizing to him for? I have half a mind to throw him out the door." Giles put the razor down on the sink. "It's a lovely, sunny day out there," Giles grinned wickedly at the vampire.

"He's right, Giles." Buffy opened the bathroom door, headed back to the bedroom, pulling the irate vampire behind her. "I'm hungry. We're going to be late."

When Giles exited the bathroom five minutes later, he found Spike sitting in his overstuffed leather reading chair with Buffy curled in his lap, a blanket thrown over both of them so that he could not see her face. "What the hell are you doing?" he hissed at them.

"Feeding her." Spike tenderly rubbed Buffy's back as she continued feeding, oblivious to Giles' presence. "She wanted to know if you still wanted to go to church with her. If so, dress nice, we're taking the priest to lunch afterwards."

"Very well. I shall." Giles reached into his closet, grabbing the nicest suit he owned that wasn't a tux. He wasn't about to be outdressed by a bleach-blonde vampire. After quickly dressing, he headed downstairs, determined to put the unsettling scene in his bedroom behind him.

"So, Giles, who's the little tramp with the hot red Mercedes?" Cordelia was perched on Xander's lap, drinking a fancy coffee from Starbuck's while scarfing down a doughnut. "That's a pretty nice car for a girl who does a librarian at nine in the morning."

"Way to go with the ladies, G-man!" Xander gave him the thumbs up.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Giles stomped into the kitchen, putting on a kettle for tea. "And don't you dare touch that jelly donut."

Faith snickered, bouncing on the end of the sofa opposite Xander and Cordelia. "Sounded pretty hot stuff to me. It she the jealous type? I think I'd like a ride on you myself."

"I'm not a carousel, Faith." Giles opened the refrigerator door, seeing four clear bags of blood, labeled O-positive in a brown bag next to his orange juice container. "Oh, hell! Can this day get any worse?" He reached for the juice, finding it nearly empty. "Xander!"

"Sorry."

"Sounded like you were having a good time to me." Giles stared at Cordelia in horror.

Faith chimed in, two fingers in the air. "Twice."

"Exactly what time did you get here?"

Willow finally put in her two cents worth. "Eight-thirty, like you asked. New slayer, training, ringing a bell?"

"Wait, that was at about quarter to nine." Cordelia checked her watch. "And again at nine-twenty. Quickie in the shower." She nodded sagely, the other Scoobies echoing her nod. "And slayer the first, that would be Buffy, is a no-show."

Willow reached for another donut, her pigtails swinging as she leaned across the coffee table. "Aren't you a little overdressed for training?"

"I'm going to church."

Cordelia slapped her hand. "That's mine. With the tramp? Isn't it a little late for that?"



"I would you appreciate you not referring to the woman I was just making love to as a tramp, Cordelia."

"Yes!" Xander slapped Oz's hand over the coffee table. "Pay up, folks!" Faith rolled her eyes and threw a twenty on the table. Cordelia and Willow did the same. "Can you break a twenty, Giles?"

"Good Lord!" The tea kettle whistled insistently, and Giles poured the water into a mug, bringing it to the coffee table and snatching his coveted jelly donut before it was taken. Since all the seats were taken, he stood by the door, watching the students that had made themselves right at home in his living room argue over the final donuts.

"And she appears!" Xander watched as a pair of slender legs came down the stairs. "And she is, drum roll please!" Oz tapped out a rolling rhythm on the coffee table. "Buffy?" Buffy stepped down to the bottom, dancing a quick step and posing for the group.

Faith grinned widely. "Way to go, Watcher-man. The slayer. My turn!"

"You can have a turn with me, if you like." Spike followed two steps behind Buffy, buttoning his dress coat. "But I'm a bit peckish. Need some food." Spike strode past Buffy at the bottom of the stairs, headed for the kitchen. Giles heard the microwave start and finally beep.

Buffy noticed the money on the table. "I can't believe you bet on this, Oz."

"Sucker bet, since you didn't come home last night." Buffy snorted in disgust. Oz winked and pointed at his nose.

Giles called from his spot by the door. "Where did you get that stuff, Spike?"

Spike called back, drinking from the mug. "Ate a couple of Red Cross delivery boys last night. Delicious."

Buffy retrieved the final donut from the box, squeezing next to Willow on the single person couch. "Really? That's pretty clever."

"Got enough blood for a solid week."

"Good, I hate the pig's blood. Nasty stuff."

Spike nodded. "Gross, I agree. Don't know how Angel stood the crap. I'd sooner go out and hunt some rats in the sewers. Takes longer. Peaches was always a lazy bastard."

"And if someone needed that blood to save their life?" Giles called the question out to Spike while giving his slayer a disgusted look.

"Not my problem, mate." Spike dumped another bag into the mug. "First come, first serve."

Willow leaned in to Buffy. "So who's the girl upstairs?"

"What girl?" Buffy looked around, confused.

Cordelia explained carefully. "The girl with the bright red Mercedes that had Giles all hot and bothered this morning."

Spike called from the kitchen. "That's Annie's Mercedes. I drove it over this morning."

"And where's Annie?"

"I'm Annie. Buffy Anne Summers." Buffy licked the last of the powdered sugar off her fingers. "It's my car."

"Your mom bought you a Mercedes? I'm so going to have a talk with my dad when he gets back from New York. I wanted a ..."

"I bought the car myself, with my own money."

Spike dropped his mug into the sink, returning to the living room. "Watcher, you don't happen to a copy of the Rorshhadan Codex?"

"Yes, in the cage at the library. And, why, pray tell me, would you be interested in the Rorshhadan Codex?"

"My copy is missing a few pages, I thought maybe I could take a look at yours. Do you have the Miklos Journals?"



"No. They are a myth, don't exist."

"Bollocks. I'm still waiting for mine to come in. I've got twelve of them. Ordered four more, from 1900 on, last month. I've got to wait for Nikola to finish copying it for me. They're sticklers about that, only copy it by hand, deliver everything in person. Costing me a small fortune. Was hoping the Council had finally managed to sneak some out of Greece."

"Not that I've heard."

Spike looked at Faith. "Anne give you your money, yesterday?"

"Yup."

"Well, here's a bit more, why not go shopping with Cordelia and get some decent clothes?" Spike handed Faith a card. "Has two thousand on it. Should work at any store at Sunnydale Mall."

Giles raised his eyebrow. "Bribing the slayer, Spike?"

"If you can't beat 'em, bribe 'em, I say. Actually, Jarnisa put a price on that vamp's head, so that's Faith's commission."

"Works for me." Faith winked at him.

"Girl, we are going to get you cleaned up." Cordelia hauled the raven-haired slayer off the couch.

Buffy returned from washing her hands in the kitchen and stood quietly as Spike adjusted her clothes. He then reached on the table by the door and held out white cotton gloves, one by one, helping Buffy slip them on her hands. Finally, he picked up a piece of lace, deftly pinning it in place on top of her curls. "Ready, love?" At Buffy's nod, Spike donned a hat and headed out the front door, offering his arm to Buffy. "Coming, Watcher?" Giles took a longing look back at the group in his apartment and followed the pair out the door.

"Spike, it's full sun out there!"

Spike opened the passenger side door for Buffy. "Why, fancy that, Watcher." He threw the car keys at Giles, hopping into the back seat. "I hadn't noticed. You scratch Anne's car, I will eat you."

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If Giles had found the scene in his apartment that morning disconcerting, he found the experience of attending church with Spike and Buffy utterly appalling. Spike fell into the role of doting boyfriend effortlessly, anticipating Buffy's every move with flawless precision. Further, they were both well-known and equally well-liked by the congregation, particularly the elderly ladies, who fawned over Spike like so many doting grandmothers. As one elderly lady, whom Giles recognized as Buffy's friend from the Thursday night service, walked up the path from the parking lot, Spike skipped down the steps of the church with a smile, tipping his hat and offering his arm, then chatting to her amiably in fluent French as he ushered her into the sanctuary. Worse yet, Giles had to fend off the attentions of three attractive ladies his own age, who came up to him before the service, flirting and dropping none-too-subtle hints that they would like a date. Finally, in desperation, Giles excused himself and fled to the sanctuary, taking a seat next to the lady that Spike had escorted into the church.

"Millie Appleton," the woman introduced herself, offering her hand to him with a friendly smile.

Giles took her hand and shook it, "Rupert Giles."

"I saw you up at the front with Anne, you must be her father. Such a lovely girl, and Will is so polite. A fine, handsome young man. You must be so proud of them, such a sweet couple. Nice to meet you."



Giles stifled a groan by clearing his throat, answering in French, "I'm not Anne's father. But I am fond of her. She's an astonishing young woman."

"She has made a place for herself here quickly. We all adore her." Millie continued, regaling him of tales 'darling Will' and 'Anne'. Giles leaned back against the pew, relieved to have escaped the attentions of the younger single ladies.