Buffy assisted Xander with reversing Angel's invitation into the Harris house. Once that was done, she asked him to please stay in the house and not come out for any reason.

And Xander being Xander, he wouldn't agree. He only said he'd leave only if he had to.

That had to be good enough.

Realizing Buffy didn't have her wallet, Xander gave her twenty dollars from the stash his parents left him while they were out of town. She decided to use the money for cab fare.

After calling the cab company, she also called the school library; noting there was no answer, she hung up and called Giles's apartment. She found him there when he answered. When he was assured she was fine for now, he requested she come to his apartment. He had found some information about the Euros demon that she needed to hear.

Once the taxicab arrived at Xander's house to pick her up, she gave Xander a farewell kiss on the cheek and made herself leave him. She had done everything she could to protect Xander, but she couldn't watch over him 24/7. She just hoped he'd listen and stay put.

Crawling into the back seat of the taxicab, she told the female driver the address to Giles's apartment. Then she sat back and watched the scenery pass by as the cab ate up the miles between Xander's house and Giles's apartment.

She felt like her normal self at this moment. Something she was very thankful for. She wondered if maybe the Euros demon's effects were metabolizing out of her system? A Slayer had a higher metabolism than most, so she thought this could very well be a possibility.

She felt no qualms about visiting Giles now. And if Giles invited her to his apartment, he probably didn't feel there was any danger either after being with Xander all day.

She overheard Xander's side of the conversation with Giles earlier today. She hated that she used Xander in such a way and she hoped things didn't get awkward between them later.

She grinned to herself. While under the influence of the horny-making smoke, she allowed Xander to try anything his heart desired. It was actually rather fun. His eighteen-year-old imagination came up with some surprising ideas. Probably due to the skin mags she accidentally found under his bed while looking for her shoes.

She just hoped he didn't get all lovesick afterward.

She had needed him, he had been there to help burn off some sexual energy with her, and now she could hopefully keep her head in the game.

So far it seemed to have worked!

The cab slowed down in front of Giles's apartment building. She passed the twenty to the female cab driver, accepted her change, then climbed out of the car. Taking a deep breath, she proceeded up the walk toward Giles' front door.

She rapped the door three times in quick succession, her signal. It let Giles know who was at the door. When he opened it, he didn't even look up from his book. He just murmured, "Come in, Buffy," as he turned and walked back to the couch, letting Buffy show herself in.

Buffy's eyes scanned over Giles predatorily. Giles was dressed down from his normal tweed. He wore a black cashmere sweater and jeans, his feet in house shoes. His back was to her when he reached down to pick up his cup of tea and sip, and she suddenly wished that she and the teacup could trade places. Then, as he sat down on the couch, she watched his descent, admiring his butt in the jeans.

No! No, no, no, no, NO! Buffy shook her head to clear it. I was just checking out Giles! Oh God! He's…Giles for God's sake! It's not over!

She turned her back to him, still standing at the doorway, taking deep gulps of fresh air to try and settle her hormones.

I can do this. I can fight this. I'm NOT jumping Giles. That is just wrong on so many levels that I can't even begin to…I can't! I won't!

Giles's voice was perturbed, but he still never looked up from his book. "Buffy, for God's sake! Close the door. I know Joyce didn't raise you in a barn."

His voice, the smell of his aftershave, the memory of his jean-clad butt...she fell to her knees at the door. She still tried to fight, but it was something about the Euros demon's effect that was stronger than she herself was.

"Giles?" Buffy croaked.

"Yes?" he answered and for the first time since she arrived, he pulled his nose out of the book to look in Buffy's direction. Concerned, he laid the book on the coffee table and stood. "Buffy? What's wrong?"

"Stop right there!" Buffy raised a hand like a traffic cop and Giles immediately stood rooted to the spot, not coming any closer.

"Giles, I need you to back up."

He gained some information about the Euros demon, although the information was all written in Hindu and it took some time to translate. He still didn't get to the part about any kind of antidote. But as he took a couple of steps back, he realized Buffy was now in Phase Two of the demon's effect.

She looked up and met his eyes, her own glowing a bright, glow-in-the-dark green.

He just wished he'd made it to the part about what to expect when she entered Phase Two.

He removed his glasses and used his sweater to clean them as he cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the glasses. "Um...Buffy, maybe you need to go home. We can discuss this later."

Now the demon's effects completely overtook her body and mind. She stood up, staring at Giles licking her lips, as she stepped inside, closed the door…and locked it.

Giles gulped as he raised his head at the sound of the click of the lock, noting his predicament. He hastily put his glasses back on. This was going to be tough, he thought. He trained his Slayer, he knew her weaknesses, but bottom line, she was much stronger than him. He didn't know if she'd become homicidal under the Euros demon's influence. He hoped that wouldn't be the case.

She slowly walked forward and began to stalk him as he stepped back, matching her step for step. He backed up every time she moved forward. He tried his best to keep some kind of furniture between himself and Buffy in a vain attempt of distance, hoping that she would regain her senses.

Buffy had only recently blossomed into a full-fledged woman. He was a man, he had noticed her body, but wouldn't allow himself to think along any other lines about her. She was his charge, he was responsible for her.

But he could read her intent…or rather the intent of the demon within her. She was on the prowl like an animal. They had circled the couch a couple of times now and he heard her grunt in a demonic voice, "Yaun...yaun...yaun..."

Yaun... the Hindi word for sex. Giles knew he had to act fast. He cared about Buffy a great deal, but Joyce trusted him with her daughter. He had no intention of doing anything that would cause Buffy's mother to lose her trust in him. Especially not when Buffy trained with him, and in some manner, looked up to him.

Unfortunately, at this stage, he knew Buffy wouldn't care.

He snatched up the book on his next pass around the couch. Now she tried to jump over the couch toward him and he ran toward the dining room table and they started circling it as he glanced down to his book and tried to keep an eye on Buffy at the same time.

He read a few words to himself in Hindu and tried to translate it within his mind. He had been sorely out of practice with the Hindi language, but his eyes widened when he realized what it said.

It basically meant he needed to get the hell out of Dodge! And not today but yesterday!

Because she was now at the point where she was the most fertile, and like the Sirens of Greek mythology, could hypnotize and seduce a male using her green glowing eyes.

He closed the book and tucked it under his arm like a football. Uncanny analogy that! Because he needed to make a run for the goal. The locked door that could get him out of here.

There was another way out, if he wanted to try and out run her. He would have to climb the stairs and take the fire escape from his bedroom.

Something told him a bedroom plus Buffy would not equal a good situation. Best to stay out of anything related to or with the word "bedroom" in it!

"Yaun...yaun..."

Her voice didn't even sound like Buffy. He carefully kept his distance and wouldn't dare meet her eyes. Which meant he had to look over her head.

"Buffy, fight this. I know it's hard, but the more you let this demon have its way, the more control it has over your person, over your mind. Reach within. You know you don't want me, not in a sexual way."

"Yaun!" she growled and jumped over the table. Giles darted for the door and didn't get the lock turned quickly enough. Buffy grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the door. She pressed her body close to his.

His air supply was cut off as he struggled against her hold. He was glad none of his former rugby teammates from Oxford could see this. It would have been too embarrassing for a man that considered himself in good shape to be manhandled by what would appear to be just a slip of a girl.

Luckily for him, she loosened her hold on his throat, allowing air in. He tried to push her away, but again, she was much stronger. His mind raced, coming up with plan after plan to get away, discarding each. He knew he had to get out of her clutches first before he could think of escape.

A thought came to him and he nearly rolled his eyes. Why didn't he think of it before?

He quickly tickled her ribs, knowing Buffy was extremely ticklish. She let go and began to giggle. He used the opportunity to dart away and run up the stairs as fast as he could, into his bedroom and locking the door. Then he dashed to the window, finding to his utter consternation that the recent rain caused the wood casing to swell and he couldn't open it.

Talk about a fire hazard. He was going to complain to his landlord about that one and get it fixed!

Cursing under his breath, he walked hurriedly to a corner and debated on using the Queen Anne chair that belonged to his mother as a battering ram. He checked around the room. There were no other alternatives. And he could hear Buffy just outside the door. Decision made, he picked it up by the back, swung it back with both hands, then propelled it forward. It hit the window with a dull clunk.

Damn it! Shatter proof glass. Now what was he going to do?

The door slammed open and Giles saw that Buffy kicked it down, parts of the wood door was shattered. Great! There goes his deposit! He had no idea how he was going to explain that to the landlord. But maybe if he brought up the window problem, they'll be able to work out a deal of some sort.

"Yaun!" Buffy's voice was deep and guttural, no longer hers. And now Giles was trapped.

Berating himself for being all kinds of stupid, his eyes darted around the room for any point of escape. Buffy slowly walked toward him, keeping him cornered as the demon within kept chanting the same thing over and over.

He knew someone had to have conjured this demon according to what he read. But who? And why? What was the purpose?

Buffy had made it around the bed and using the agility learned from his rugby days, Giles leapt over the bed and ran out the door, Buffy hot on his heels.

He made it to the front door again, just as he unlocked and opened it, Buffy yanked him back inside by pulling the collar of his sweater and tossing him on the floor. She closed and locked the door again.

"There is no escape for you Watcher." The demon within Buffy growled. "I need your seed."

Giles quickly got back up, now hissing a bit in pain because he landed on his backside. His tailbone was feeling the most of the impact. His hands came out in surrender as he backed up, making himself look at her shoulder or at a point over her head to keep from getting hypnotized under her spell.

"Buffy, if you are in there, you MUST fight this."

"Your seed, Watcher. I…want…your…seed!"

"No." Giles shook his head, "Buffy, listen to me. Concentrate on my voice."

He now had to circle the couch again. Then he came up with an idea. Buffy usually responded best when he was agitated. He made his voice harsher and more reprimanding.

"Damn it, Buffy, listen to me! Fight this demon. I can't do it on my own! You're the Slayer! Your duty is to slay demons. Fight this!"

Buffy circled the couch, her eyes glowing brighter, but it was the demon's voice that spoke, "She is my meat suit, Watcher…and you will be mine too, just like all the others. She's given in to her instincts too much, and made me stronger. Now…come to momma!"

She vaulted over the couch into Giles's arms. Giles instinctively caught her, the impetus propelling them both to the floor. Giles landed on his back, grunting in pain because he hit his tailbone again, damn it!

Buffy grabbed Giles with both hands on each side of his face, keeping his head still and making him look into her eyes. But he closed his eyes shut tight instead. Buffy leaned forward and kissed him, gently. The shock caused his eyes to flash open. He didn't expect that. He expected to be slapped around and mentally prepared himself for that eventuality. But not this.

Buffy's eyes flashed…and Giles was lost.

"Yes…" the demon hissed, "I see the younger you in your eyes… Ripper…I want…Ripper."

Giles's eyes flashed now, and suddenly, the cocky smile of his youth danced across his features as he looked over his predicament, liking what he saw. He found himself with a gorgeous blonde on his lap. One that apparently wanted only one thing from him, judging by the way she was grinding against him. By Jove, that was fine by him. He had no idea how he got here, nor where he was, but he didn't care when he had dibs on a gorgeous female.

"You got him," he answered and cupped the back of Buffy's head, pulling her down for a deep kiss. All former reservations gone, having no memory of being the Watcher over a Slayer, he had reverted back to his teens, the rogue youth he once was during his rebellion against his father.

Buffy pulled Xander's shirt off by pulling it over her head, not bothering with the buttons. Giles seized the opportunity to latch on to a nipple with his mouth and teeth as she continued to grind herself on his erection. She held his head to her nipple and had then offered the other one to him. An offer he couldn't refuse.

"What's your name, doll?" Giles asked her just as he let go of her nipple and removed his own sweater.

"Buffy." She answered as she attacked the fastenings of his jeans.

He couldn't help but snicker at her haste, "Buffy huh? That's cute. So where's the fire, Buffy?"

She finally tugged his jeans off, although a lot of that had to do with him leaning back and raising his hips to help her. In answer, she unzipped her own jeans, grabbed his hand and pushed it into her jeans, underneath her panties as she whispered, "The fire is right here."

"Is it now?" Giles asked as his fingers played with her. Damn! She was soaked. "It does feel pretty hot… feverish even."

He inserted two fingers within her and used his thumb to play with her clit as she tried to wriggle out of the jeans and panties. He never would remove his hand from her and all she accomplished was getting her jeans and panties to her knees.

"Oh baby, you're about ready to come for me aren't you?", Giles murmured as he bit her earlobe and increased the pressure between her legs. Buffy was still on her knees as she cried out. Her slickness caused increased sensitivity and encouraged Giles. He scissored his fingers in and out of her, and used his thumb to caress her clit. And she was getting so close, he wanted to make her scream a few times before he actually took her. His mouth made its way down her chest, following a trail that led to her left nipple. He sucked the entire areolae into his mouth as he increased the tempo between her legs.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she bounced on his fingers, the pain causing Giles to retaliate by biting down lightly on her nipple, enough for Buffy to feel a prick, and increasing the pleasure tenfold. Her mouth open, she panted and cursed until her body finally exploded in a kaleidoscope of color behind her closed eyelids. She cried out loudly and cursed some more, words that made Giles's manhood stand at attention and demand release for himself.

But not yet.

Giles finally slowed down his caresses, making Buffy twitch in the aftermath of her orgasm and lovingly licked the nipple he tortured just a few moments ago, soothing any agony his teeth may have caused.

But now Buffy had other plans. She pulled away from Giles, finished pulling off her jeans in a hurried motion and pushed him back against the floor, straddling his waist. Giles watched her, enamored and panting, wondering what she would do next.

And she didn't disappoint!

She grabbed the base of his cock in her fist, pointing it skyward, bent down and licked the tip.

"Fuck!" Giles exclaimed as his head fell back against the floor. That one little touch almost caused him to come before he was ready, and it took every single bit of self-control he possessed to keep from ejaculating all over Buffy's face.

Although that was a nice thought, he REALLY would rather it be inside her.

And he's not referring to her mouth… although that can be arranged. Later!

She licked slowly from base to tip, but holding his shaft tightly with her hand at the base, keeping him from coming and torturing him to the point of insanity with her mouth. The warm, wet, velvety feel of her tongue on the body part he most favored caused Giles to see stars and fireworks behind his closed eyes.

But he had to watch this!

He forced his eyes open to see Buffy lick circles with the tip of her tongue around his sensitive head. It felt good, but…

"Damn it, if you're going to suck me, take it... all of it!" Giles growled, grabbing Buffy by the head and guiding her to his goal. She opened wide and sucked the entire length down and came back up, meeting his eyes with her glow-in-the-dark green.

Since she still had a firm hold at the base to hold back his orgasm, the pleasure was almost more than he could stand. His fingers speared through her hair and pulled a bit, causing Buffy to bob her head up and down a little faster over his cock, sucking hard. The suction sound spurred Giles on as he pistoned his hips up to her waiting mouth in the same rhythm.

"God, yes Buffy. I want to see you swallow my jizz. Fuck!"

Then just as Giles felt like he was ready to explode, Buffy suddenly stopped, causing Giles to curse in irritation.

"What the hell?" he asked. He had been so close and then was thwarted. He simply was not in the mood for polite chit chat.

"No, I need your seed somewhere else."

Buffy raised herself up, straddled his waist again, and holding his cock upright, she lowered herself onto him.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! The hot feel of her wet passage clamping around him made him grit his teeth to hold back, but Buffy wasn't having none of that.

"Your turn Watcher. Come for me… NOW!"

Buffy bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard and squeezing him with her inner walls at the same time. Giles could only place his hands on her waist, raise his hips to meet hers in the same gyrating motions.

"Fuck… fuck…. Oh hell yeah, I'm coming… here it comes!"

Giles slammed Buffy down on him, holding her still while he cried out and pulsated within her, spilling his semen within her in hard spurts. He began to worry that it wouldn't stop. It was like Buffy was milking him for every last drop he had within him using her walls to grip him hard and continue pulling his seed into her.

And once it was over, Giles was thoroughly exhausted and Buffy stood and dressed without any outward emotion. Before she left, she bent down and kissed him on the mouth gently, "Thank you Watcher… Ripper can leave now."

Giles opened his eyes again, they flashed and he saw Buffy walk out the door. He looked down at his naked self, and images of the past thirty minutes or so flashed through his mind, making him groan.

Joyce was going to kill him when she found out what he did with her daughter!