"Okay Willow where are you?!"
The sound of Buffy's voice in the hall outside her room sent her into a full blown panic. 'Mom must have let her in on her way to her conference. Great!'
She threw a blanket over the large mirror on her dresser and turned as the door to her room opened.
"Don't Hi Buffy me. What's going on with you? Are you mad at me or something?"
Willow's brow furrowed in confusion. "No, what made you think that?"
"Gee I don't know, maybe the way you've been blowing me off for a whole week and...what's under the blanket?"
"N-nothing. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blow you off, just something came up and..." Buffy was obviously not listening, merely inching forward. "Buffy! What are you doing?"
She smiled. "I'm either going to watch you take the blanket down, or I'm going to do it myself. Now which is it?"
"B-Buffy you don't want to..."
"Okay, God." She took the blanket down. Instead of the reflection of the girls and Willow's room, another room appeared in the glass, one Buffy recognized as Giles' bathroom.
"Willow, why is your mirror a window into Giles' bathroom?"
"Well, it started off simple enough. It was a spell to be able to see a loved one to check on them, see if they were okay when they were separated from you. I just wanted to try it out to see if I could do it. I didn't want to do it with Xander, in case he and Anya were...well, eww. And it wouldn't be fair to try it on Oz, we're over. And if we're going to stay friends then neither of us can be checking up on the other for any reason. And that's when Giles popped into my head."
"And when the spell showed him to me...he was...sorta...well...taking a shower."
"What?! You saw my Watcher naked?"
"Well I didn't mean too, the first time at least. But Buffy, he's so...he's just so..."
At that moment in the mirror, Giles entered his bathroom wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe. Buffy stared at the image of Giles in the mirror. "Oh boy,"
"He's like clockwork," Willow commented, fixing her gaze on his image in the mirror.
"You have to stop doing this. It's wrong! It's an invasion of privacy," Giles dropped his robe and pulled on the water spray in the stall. "It-it's, oh G-God." Buffy sank down on the edge of Willow's bed, unable to take her eyes off of the image of Giles. He was toned, lean and under all that tweed had the kind of body that made you feel like you had to touch it or die, just from looking at it.
"You okay?" Willow joined her friend at the edge of the bed, watching.
"We shouldn't be doing this." There was no conviction in her words.
"I know," Willow admitted. They continued to watch as he lathered up a washcloth and began to run it over his skin. Both girls secretly wished it were their hands instead.
"Oh boy." As Giles ran the washcloth over his bare butt and around his hips to the front, Buffy sank off the bed to the floor. Willow joined her. "We really do have to stop."
"I agree. How does next weekend sound?"
"Sounds like a plan to me. Tomorrow I'll bring snacks."
"Works for me."
One week later, the girls sat before the mirror, waiting to watch him for the last time. "You know...nevermind," Willow broke off her statement shyly.
"What Will? You can tell me."
"Well I was just wondering, not that I think we should or anything, but...well..."
A gleam of understanding lit in Buffy's eyes. "You were thinking maybe we should follow Giles' example? Don't be content to just sit there and watch all the time...but get in there and act?"
"It's stupid. I'm sorry I brought it up," she cringed.
Buffy bounced to her feet, pulling Willow with her. "I think it's a great idea! And if we hurry, we have time to pull it off tonight!"
Giles came home from the University and sat his briefcase in the chair. He began to remove his jacket and suspenders when he stopped. He had the distinct feeling of not being alone. His fingers froze at the second button of his shirt and he called out into the empty room. "H-hello?" No one answered. He looked around and nothing seemed out of place. He shook off the feeling and continued to remove his clothes on the way upstairs to his bedroom.
Giles sat his shirt, undershirt and suspenders on his bed, kicked out of his shoes, and removed his pants and boxers. He sat them on the bed as well and retrieved his bathrobe from the closet. On his way to the bathroom, he stopped. There, once more, was that nagging feeling. "Hello?" Again, nothing. He ran his hand back through his hair and proceeded into the bathroom. Upon entering, he closed the door, removed his robe, pulled on the water, and stepped into the stall. The warm water felt wonderful as it cascaded down his body. It almost felt like hands massaging over his skin.
Giles' eyes snapped open as he realized that that was exactly what he was feeling. He spun quickly and pinned his intruder, hands over their head, against the shower wall. As their body pressed against his, he recognized it as very distinctly female, and definitely naked. He blinked his eyes to clear the water from them, and Buffy's face emerged before him.
"B-Buffy! What are you doing?!" He eased his grip but did not release her.
"This," she leaned up and kissed him, as hard as she could in her confined position. At first, he did nothing, then he began to respond, until he felt a second pair of hands creep over his abdomen. He broke the kiss and turned the opposite direction, this time coming face to face with an also bare Willow.
Before he could even question it, Willow threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. As her tongue quieted his own, Buffy embraced his back, placing small kisses in between his shoulder blades, her hands moving to the taut rounded skin of his ass and rubbing there. "Stop! Wait! Why? What are the two of you doing?" He turned his head, sliding his mouth from Willow's.
"What we've wanted to do for a very long time. Don't fight it, please?" Willow's hands caressed his cheeks, pulling him to kiss her again. This time a moan escaped his lips and his arms embraced her waist loosely. Buffy smiled at his acceptance. She moved to his side and dropped to her knees before him, moving her hands over his rising member. His hips bucked forward involuntarily into her touch. She inched forward and took him into her mouth. He threw his head back and moaned. Willow moved her mouth to suck at his nipple while her other hand moved down to replace Buffy's, stroking his rear end. He leaned back against the shower wall for support, head thrashing back and forth at the overwhelming pleasure running riot over his entire body.
Buffy's mouth worked up and down his shaft as her hand massaged his balls. The pleasure soon built to an unbearable level and he came with a ragged shout that echoed across the bathroom tile. As he came down, Willow stoked the line of hair from his chest to his navel, soothingly, while Buffy licked him clean then stood to kiss his lips.
He could taste himself on her, a strange sensation he found entirely erotic. Willow nuzzled at his chest while the kiss between Watcher and Slayer deepened. She led him out of the shower and stood him on the throw rug.
Willow used her hand on his chin to bring him to face her again. She took over plundering his mouth while Buffy grabbed a towel off of the wall rack and began to dry Giles off, slowly.
When the water droplets covering his skin were all gone, Buffy threw a towel o Willow and released Giles. He leaned against the wall and watched the two beautiful women before him dry off as well. His heart was pounding. His mind was racing. His hormones were on overdrive.
Buffy smiled at him and took his right hand. Willow grinned and took his left. Together, they pulled him toward the bedroom. He licked his lips in an effort to moisten his suddenly parched mouth. Buffy turned slightly to shove his clothes from the bed. She and Willow then climbed on, crawling backwards over it, pulling Giles with them. He lay down between them, each girl laying flush against his sides. One would kiss his lips while the other would kiss along his neck and shoulder, and then they would alternate. He was hard again in no time.
Willow pulled him to her and Buffy moved his arm from beneath her neck so that he could roll atop the redhead. He bathed her breasts in kisses, positioning himself between her legs, his tip poised at her opening. Willow's knees rose, her inner thighs embracing his outer ones as he slid himself inside her. She gasped, and he began a steady pumping movement.
Buffy raised herself onto her side, smiling as she watched them work together in pleasure. She ran her hand down the smooth curve of his bottom, playing briefly with his scrotum and eventually finding and pressing on his perineum. He drove harder and faster into Willow at Buffy's touch. Within moments, the hacker came, screaming his name.
Giles was holding himself back from his own release. He pulled out of the still shuddering Willow and turned to his Slayer with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Don't think I've forgotten about you." She grinned widely, laying back once more as he turned to cover her this time. As her knees cradled his hips, he slid within her and began rocking with a more fervent rhythm, already close to the edge. Buffy matched his strokes thrust for thrust. Willow slowly regained her wits and rolled to her side, mimicking Buffy's earlier actions, much to Giles' complete delight. He came with a wailing moan, thrusting twice more to send Buffy over the edge as well.
The three lay quietly in a panting, sweaty tangle as the darkness of evening began to settle over the room. "Now may I ask, w-what brought that on?"
Buffy kissed him tenderly. "Can't you just accept that you in a shower was too good an opportunity to pass up?"
"B-but, both of you?"
"We're friends. Friends share."
Willow turned him to her once more and kissed him deeply. "But how did you even know I was taking a shower?"
"Stop asking so many questions Giles. Just get some rest. The night is far from over." Willow settled herself on his arm, and he curled the other one once more under his Slayer's neck. They hugged to his sides falling into a fitful slumber, one full of promise for the night to come.
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