Dreams come true
By Anne

TITLE: Dreams come true
AUTHOR: Anne
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Buffy/Giles
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
E-MAIL: bookmangal@yahoo.fr
SUMMARY: Well… London; Rain; Rayne; flu; Buffy and Dawn; Ripper's past, love; sex; marry me; Derek, I love English guys.
DISTRIBUTION: GRB; VSS. The BG Zone; WatcherGirls; GilesNaughty; BG fanfic-adult; The Buffy-Giles fan fiction Archive; Watching You, Watching me. Anyone else please ask first.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. The story is written for the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no lucrative purpose whatsoever. Please do not reproduce this story anywhere without the author's consent.
TIMELINE: After "Tabula Rasa."
SPOILERS: I don't think so.
WARNING: *****Warning! Violence; issues of drug use; non consensual sex (well, at first).*****
AUTHOR'S NOTES: It's a Gabi's Challenge : Dreams. Giles has gone back to England. After a while, he starts dreaming about Buffy. What he doesn't know is that he shares these dreams with Buffy. How will they figure it out? What will they do in their dreams until then? How will they react once they realize that they've shared whatever they did? (Could be set now, but also anywhere after Graduation Day.)
DEDICATION: For Aleta.
< > = thoughts.
******** = beginning and end of a dream.
[ … ] = flash-back


Giles exited the pub, and it began raining heavily. While the passers-by hurriedly opened their umbrellas or took refuge in the shops, he remained immobile on the pavement, his face raised towards the grey sky. He'd returned to London just two weeks prior and still appreciated the rain soaking him to his bones. It rained very little in Sunnydale. He had missed the rain, as the pubs, the Guinness, fish and chips, the Times, the BBC, Saint James Park, Selfridges and Co., London generally and especially the British Museum of which he had become the Curator again. He was so happy to be back in London and so sad to have had to leave Buffy and his friends. But one had needs. A father had to let his children stand on their own two feet and he considered Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara and Dawn as his children. As for Buffy, it was different. This pillock Quentin Travers had made a mistake: Giles did not have a father's love for her. He was in love with her. He had left her too pursue her life without him, because she loved him as if he was her father, and nothing else, to his total despair.
Giles heard Big Ben in the distance, then a voice he immediately recognized saying to him:

"Hello, old mate! It's good to see you."

Giles lowered his head and glanced to Ethan Rayne who was protected by his umbrella.

"What are you doing here Ethan?"

"I live here."

"Hmm! I'm disappointed. It was a pleasure for me knowing you were a prisoner in a small cell of some Initiative detention facility, somewhere in the Nevada desert."

Ethan looked hurt. "Oh, you should know me better, Ripper. I didn't even step foot there. I escaped before we arrived. A small spell, and pop! No Ethan in the military vehicle. Those moronic soldiers underestimated me. I returned to our mother country long ago." Ethan covered Giles with a corner of his umbrella. "I know that you've missed the rain quite a lot, Ripper, but if you remain unprotected in this downpour, you're going to catch a cold."

Giles had a slender ironic smile. "You care about my health? Oh, it's so very kind of you Ethan. Really."

"You're my only friend, Ripper, and I don't like you to be ill. What say you come join me for a drink? We could have a glass of Scotch and then perhaps dinner at my home? That will warm you, and then we can reminisce about the good old days."

"Why not?" He hated being alone.

* * *

Ethan burst out laughing when Giles nose-dived into the still intact apple pie on his plate. All the alcohol he'd drunk before and during dinner had completely anaesthetized him.

"Tea junkie!" Ethan said, amused.

He got up, raised his old mate then bent and made him fall over his shoulder. He crossed the kitchen; the living room then spread Giles on the couch. He slid a pillow under his head, removed his tie, unbuttoned the length of his shirt then took off his shoes. He finally covered him up to his shoulders with a blanket retrieved from the cupboard of his room.

"Sweet dreams, Ripper."

Giles dreamt …

********

Buffy moved silently into the bathroom of Giles's apartment. Her Watcher was having a shower. She sat on her heels behind the chair on which he had carefully folded his clothes and looked at him. Giles turned his back to her. The muscles of his back were thin, firm, and extremely well developed. Just as she'd imagined they would be. He had both of his hands rested against the tiled wall and his head was tilted down on his chest. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly. Buffy wondered if he weren't asleep. She purred with desire following with her glance, the water that cascaded from his head to his feet. He had wide shoulders, muscular arms, and lean thighs, narrow hips, round buttocks and well-built long legs. When he stepped back from the wall and turned half way around, Buffy let out a shout of surprise covered by the noise of the running water. A light mat of curling hair ran from his broad chest in a line downward to disappear in the dark springing hair between his legs where hung the impressive proof of his maleness. Quite impressive!

She felt warmth spreading from her stomach down between her legs and trembled. Giles stopped the water then suddenly perceived Buffy who was standing right by him, her glance glittering with greed and lust.

"Jesus Christ! Buffy!" He exclaimed, rushing to cover his sex with his large hands, an embarrassed flush spreading from his chest, up his neck and over his face. "What the hell are you doing here?"

She approached him a feral grin on her face and caressed the flat stomach, with a circular movement.

"Mmmmmmmm." She purred. "Yummy."

His milky skin was incredibly smooth. She would have liked to caress him until the end of time. She stepped over the edge of the bathtub, stood on tiptoe and smelt his neck before licking then nibbling it. Giles moved back next to the chairs on which were his clothes. Buffy was faster than he. She took them and using her Slayer strength, tore them one after the other.

"You're going to remain naked, Watcher-mine. You're so beautiful, naked, and so perfect. So sexy, so desirable."

He frowned. "Buffy you're not in your normal state. You-you are a victim of a spell … Willow has.... or perhaps Ethan. "

"There's no spell, Giles. I just love you and I just want to make love with you, for hours."

"I-I…"

Buffy giggled. "What? Word-Guy can't find the words any more?"

She embraced him and pulled him against her. He had a violent start when he felt Buffy's breasts crashing into his chest and he gave a choked shout when she cupped his buttocks. Buffy rubbed herself against him, sucking his nipples one after the other. She then kissed down the trail of hair to his sex, trailing her hands on down his hips, then on his thighs then towards his almost fully erect, long, thick sex. She encircled it. Giles moaned and when Buffy began stroking him, he closed his eyes and began panting. Buffy saw his penis strain, standing up a little more.

"Mmmm… You're so beautiful, Giles." She stood tiptoe and kissed his mouth, hard, possessive, savagely, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He could only moan.

He tried to break away, but with a grin Buffy grasped his cock, making it impossible. She began to stroke him again, gently, then, excited she accelerated the rhythm and with her other hand began massing his testicles. Giles, his head on fire, bathed with sweat, began rousing frantically, roaring with both pain and pleasure.

" Aah! Buffy, please stop! You shouldn't do that. I… aaaaoooh I'm your Watcher."

Buffy continued to masturbate Giles with a wicked grin to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. When he was close to orgasm, Buffy released his engorged penis and made him put his hands on her breasts. Giles caressed them through the fabric of her blouse roaring like a wild beast. She unbuttoned it, and made his hands slide on her bra. Giles brushed them, out of breath.

"Yes, you're my Watcher Giles, and you were born and have been raised to serve and to protect me, right?"

"Yes, it's true."

"So-oo, you are at my command, and I can give you orders. Right Watcher-mine?"

"Yes."

"So-oo, I order you to make love to me." She said, rubbing herself against his erection.
He moved back. "Buffy. Don't do that, please. You're, you're like a daughter to me and I... "

She smiled and pressed herself against him as her hands moved lower and cupped his buttocks. "But you' re not a father to me."

She knelt down in the bathtub, took his penis in her hand and swiped her tongue up his hard length.

"Oh dear Lord!" He breathed when she took as much of his member as she could into her mouth. "Aaaaah! Oh God! Oh God!"

Giles closed his eyes, his mind entirely focused on his hard member and the soft lips that were sliding up and down it. That felt soooo good. He was in heaven.

Buffy withdrew, smiling at her Watcher. "I'm not your daughter, Giles. I'm glad you care for me, but I want it to be clear that you're not my father."

Giles nodded. "Yes, you are not my daughter. It's very clear."

"Now, make love to me! That's an order."

"Yes Ma'am."

Buffy removed her clothes in the wink of an eye. They explored each other's body with their hands, and then they kissed each other deeply with passion. They licked, everywhere, and then they hugged tightly wanting to make of themselves only one, a single soul, and a single body.

"You' re more beautiful than I ever imagined." Giles whispered, his hands stroking the skin of her golden shoulders.

"Giles I want you inside me."

"Yes Ma' am."

He took Buffy in his arms, left the bathroom then, and transported her to his bedroom. He spread Buffy on the bed and covered her with his body. He went down a little and, holding his hard penis, put the tip against her clitoris. He began massaging with it, slowly and Buffy was quickly hot and wet. She began panting, sighing, waving. He put his lips on her stomach moistening it with small kisses then licked it. He sucked and nibbled her nipples before stroking the inside of her opened thighs.

"Oh God! Giles, stop teasing me. I can't wait any longer!"

"Yes Ma' am."

Buffy let out a hoarse shout when Giles sank in her with a single thrust. She uttered a long growl, feeling filled, invaded. While Giles let Buffy become accustomed to his thickness inside of her, they kissed each other passionately, wildly.
Buffy suddenly wrapped her legs around Giles' back, imprisoning him between her thighs and she clung to his broad shoulders.

Giles giggled. "I'm not going to go away."

"I'm very possessive. "

Buffy lifted her pelvis rubbing herself against his prick while she closed her eyes and moaned with pure delight. Giles began to thrust in her, gently, moving in and out of her almost completely, with all of his length. Buffy moaned increasingly louder at each thrust. Giles stopped thrusting several times at the edge of an orgasm, wanting to make love to Buffy for as long as possible. Buffy underneath him was enjoying continuous pleasure, his body shaken by her arms and legs moving briskly.

They continued to make love until Giles could hold on no longer. He began penetrating into her faster, stronger, and farther. They moaned and panted together. When he felt Buffy tightened and convulsed around him, he thrust a last time. Feeling his penis stretching her sex, at his maximum he exploded with a hoarse shout before Buffy in turn had a fabulous orgasm.

He withdrew, still hard and made Buffy roll on her side. In this position, he dived into her, massaging her breasts, caressing her hips, her flat stomach and her clammy and muscular thighs. He took her by her hips and began penetrating very fast, beating her pubis each time, making her cry out, with cries of ecstasy. They exploded together this time and remained coupled for a long moment, still shaken by tiny spasms.

********

Buffy woke up with a start in the middle of the night and raised herself on her elbows, breathless. She was dripping with sweat and her trousers were wet of other things. Her dream was so real that she had come. She got up and went to the bathroom. She quickly undressed then entered the shower stall. Once under the warm water, she closed her eyes and saw one by one all of the images of her oh so erotic dream. Her mind hung on the "love scene." She suddenly felt herself strongly aroused.

She was very disturbed. 1. The idea of making love to Giles made her crazy with desire, while her first reaction should have been beyond " Ewwww! " 2. She loved Giles as if he'd been her father and had never thought of him otherwise, at least not before this night. For the first time she'd seen him as a man. Before that dream, he was her Watcher only, while he was much, much more. She'd been so blind! Had he suffered from it? Certainly. Under his mask of the stuffy British person, he was very sensitive and easily accessible. She had made him suffer again. She swore. Giles was a real saint to have born her all those years. She sighed. She so missed him! Was it because she was in love with him? Her body, especially her sex, said, "yes" to her… As for her mind… She had to stop thinking of him as a Watcher, as a father and her heart would say it to her. Giles was so incredibly handsome and sexy. He was caring and gentle, and smart, and witty, and nice, and loyal and so British, and, and etc. Her mind yelled: "Oh God! Giles! I love you!" She so wanted to tighten him against her, to caress him, to kiss him, to make love to him.

"Giles, I love you … and I lost you!" She shook her head. "No, I didn't lose him. He loves me, I know it; I feel it. But he's never said anything to me because in his mind, for him I've always had the feelings of a girl for her father."

She stepped out of the shower stall and roamed naked up to her bedroom where she donned clean pajamas. She went back to bed, turning towards Giles's picture. She had taken the photo a little bit before his departure for the airport and had placed it in a frame on the bedside table. She felt a pang. She needed him. Wanted him. And for his part, Giles needed her, wanted her. She had to tell him what her feelings for him were and to hear from his mouth that he was in love with her. But not by the telephone, it was too impersonal. She had to go to London. The following morning, she would go to buy two plane tickets for London. Dawn would accompany her.

* * *

Giles woke up with one of the worst hangovers of his life. He went towards the bathroom walking unsteadily, ran the cold water and slid his head under the showerhead. He stayed there, his eyes closed with pain, immobile at the edge of the bathtub until his body was shivering. He dried his hair with a towel and then went to the kitchen. The mixed smells of the breakfast tea, of the omelet, of the sausages, of the roasted bacon and of the mushrooms turned his stomach. Nauseous, he collapsed on a chair, rested his head on the table and closed his eyes again.

"Hangover?" Ethan asked bending towards the Watcher, a mocking smile on his lips.

"Mmmmmm."

"You drink too much tea and not enough beer and Scotch, mate. You can't hold your drink anymore."

"Mmmmmm."

Ethan returned to watch the cooking of the omelet, of the sausages, of the bacon and of the mushrooms. He continued:

"At least, you slept well. How long has it been since you've slept a whole night and even more?"

"Mmmmmm."

"Did you have beautiful dreams?"

Giles raised his head, moaned, put an elbow on the table then rested his head on his palm. Images of his dream came back in memory and if he had been in better shape, he would certainly have had a tremendous erection. He exhaled a long sigh. How many times had he dreamed that Buffy and he made love, and not only under the shower? <Hundreds of times. > How many times had he masturbated himself thinking of her, tightened against him, kissing him, licking him, nibbling him, absolutely everywhere. <So much. >

Ethan offered him a glass of water and a white pill. "Swallow that, it will calm your headache."

Giles complied.

"Do you want to eat something?"

Giles shook his head. "No, nothing. I'm too sick." He got up, swung back and forth, took two steps then fell to his knees on the floor. Far too weak to get up, he chose to slide on his side then he lay on his back. "I'm going to die." He breathed.

Ethan began to slice his roasted bacon. "You won't die, Ripper, and if you want to vomit, go into the bathroom, please."

Giles managed to pull himself up on all fours and drag himself up to his chair. He sat on it and heavily dropped his head on the table.

"I almost died when Buffy died, you know, old mate? I went to her grave, the evening after her funeral - oh the udder moment of my wretched life! - And I opened my veins. I wanted to join her. I so loved her… I so love her. I'm in love with her, Ethan. I'm completely crazy about her. But Xander found me and took me home. He looked after me then he said that I was a coward, that I was a bastard! A bloody pillock!" He smiled and giggled. "I love this boy very much, no, I love this man very much because he's a grown up now. He said that Buffy had asked me to stay for Dawn, that she had already lost her mother and her sister and if I should die, she wouldn't recover from it. I shouldn't abandon her. He finally said that he loved me as if I was his father and he wanted me to attend his marriage. Later I fainted. I had lost quite a lot of blood. Aaaaaaah I have a headache and I'm hot, so warm. I'm burning."

Ethan got half up from his chair and touched Giles's forehead. It was ardent with fever. Giles gave a shudder and his teeth began chattering.

"I think you've caught the flu, Ripper. Go to bed, in the guest room. I'm going to call doctor Hopkins."
Giles raised an eyebrow. "He's still alive? He looked after me when I was Ripper. Ow! Ethan, I don't think I can move." He fell asleep again 10 seconds later and dreamed. Ethan had transported him to the bed of the guest room.

*

Giles rubbed his cheek against Ethan's hand. His friend who sat next to him at the edge of the bed, smiled.

"Mmmmmmm… Buffy." He purred.

Ethan giggled. "Hey! Ripper, wake up!"

Giles half opened his eyes, perceived Ethan who was grinning at him then closed them. He growled: "Get out of my dream."

"Doctor Hopkins has confirmed. You have the flu mate. You're going to stay here until you feel better."

"Mmmmmmm. Thank you." He fell asleep again.

* * *

Dawn glanced at her big sister curled up on her chair, near the window, soundly asleep. A small roguish smile displayed across her lips.

< She has to be dreaming about Giles. > Dawn thought < Having sex with him. Great! >

********

Buffy knelt down behind the bushes lining the road leading to the clearing situated at the top of Breaker's woods. A little farther away she could see the campsite of her Watcher: his opened tent, his different belongings arranged around a heap of ashes, but no Giles. Maybe he was by the river cleaning up?

Buffy sat on a big rock from where she had an excellent view of the river… and Bingo! Giles was there, but he wasn't doing the dishes. He was washing himself. He was completely naked.

< Whoa! >

He turned his back to her, spending the washcloth along his long muscular legs. He was powerfully built everywhere, including his round, firm and white buttocks. When he splashed himself to remove the soap off his athlete's body, Buffy began drooling. Giles turned around to take the towel that he had posed on the flower-covered bank. Buffy was strongly aroused. Giles's chest was wide, strong, and hairy. His lower stomach was hairy too and his penis was…

< Oh my! Oh mega WHOA! >

She jumped off the big rock right by Giles who cried out with surprise and fear, moved back, slid on the damp grass and fell over on his behind. His head struck a stone and he passed out.

"Oh no! No! No!" Buffy moaned tapping his cheeks. "Giles! Wake up! Giles! Giles!"

She wrapped him in the towel then lifted him effortlessly in her arms. She carried him to his tent where she laid him on his opened sleeping bag. She searched the backpack, found the first aid kit, soaked a cotton piece with antiseptic and looked for the bump on the base of his skull. Once found, she noticed that he was cut and was lightly bleeding. She cleaned the wound and Giles moaned with pain.

"Giles, wake up!" Buffy said before lowering her eyes towards his impressive pecker and closing her trembling fingers around its shaft.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." Groaned Giles.

Buffy sat down astride Giles' knees and took a moment to kiss and nibble his thighs before turning her attention to his member, she took it in her right hand while the left one gently massaged his testicles.

"Aaaaaaaaaah."

She moved the foreskin back several times, with pleasure then she closed her lips around the tip and began to suck. Giles' wood stiffened up and began beating with desire in Buffy's mouth. When she stopped and raised her eyes towards Giles, she noticed that he looked at her, more than stunned.

"Buffy!" He squeaked, embarrassment and shame almost suffocating him. He was scarlet.

"Do I have to say that I love you and that I want you, or is it evident to you how I feel for you?"

He blinked. "You love me?"

"Yes, I love you Giles, and I'm sure that you love me too, and not as if I was your daughter."

Giles smiled. "You're right, I love you, Buffy. You're so beautiful, so strong, and so magnificent. My Buffy."

"Yours."

She began again to masturbate him and he grew thick and long between her hands.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah Buffy…"

She took him in her mouth, swallowed as much of him as she could fit. One hand stroking the remaining shaft while the other fondled his sac at the base. Giles, panting, sweating moved his hands to her head to encourage her movements.

"Oh yes! Buffy, that's good. Jesus, that's wonderful… oh dear Lord! You're amazing!"

He clutched the sleeping bag and tensed his legs in an effort to keep control when she increased the pressure and sped up her fellatio. She stopped when Giles arched and began to tremble.
He was close.
She then took Giles's penis in her hands and brought it slowly to her sex. He watched her doing it, hypnotized. When they contacted, both shivered and pushed at the same time with a brief shout. She guided the fully erect penis into her dripping folds, and sitting down on him, she impaled herself. Buffy let out a cry of pain as if she had received an electric shock to the spinal column. Giles trembled almost ejaculating when he felt this warm sheath tightened around his sex.

"Oh dear Lord!"

Buffy had a violent orgasm as she moved her pelvis so that he reached the heart of her. She began a slow movement up and down, hollowing her back, catching Giles's hips. She began to ride him slowly, conscious of how close he was, but she couldn't hold back for long and soon increased her speed rubbing her hard nipples against his chest. She could see the muscles in Giles's neck tense while he tried to hold his orgasm at bay until she could come with him. She scratched his shoulders, torso, and hips and pushed her nails in his buttocks. Giles took Buffy by her hips, raised her and made her fall on his penis. He did it again several times. Buffy cried out deliriously. He suddenly made Buffy roll over. He pressed the base of his sex to block his urge to explode, covered her with his body and began thrusting into her, slowly, withdrawing almost completely from her channel, pushing himself even farther, filling her vagina. Buffy let out syncopated groans, twisting underneath him, scratching the sleeping bag with her nails.
Feeling the sap rising from his loins, Giles withdrew and made Buffy fall over on her stomach. He caressed the bottom of her back, then the beautiful round and firm buttocks.

"Do you want me to make love to you in this position, Buffy?" He asked with a throaty voice.

"Yes, Giles, please."

She raised her buttocks while Giles was kneeling behind her. Giles thrust in her with all his length. He remained at first immobile so that they could both savour the exciting sensation, then he resumed his rhythm. Buffy sighed, moaned, bit the pillow. She had another orgasm, even more violent which left her frozen and limp. Giles who had not come yet pulled Buffy to him, brutally, going faster, torturing her breasts, scratching her shoulders, roaring like a tiger. He abruptly felt on the verge of explosion and increased his speed even more. A rough spasm threw him against Buffy. They felt both his penis stretching out. Giles' movements became more urgent, erratic and his moans deeper. His hoarse shout, shattering the atmosphere was feral, as he finally released his seed and collapsed exhausted on Buffy's back. She wrapped her arms loosely around his waist and rubbed her cheek against his chest, like a cat.

"Oh Giles, it was … WOW! Great WOW! Mega WOW! Whoa! I'm peachy! Let's make love again!"

She took Giles's left hand, put it on her stomach, bent over him, bit into his neck, scratched his navel then caressed him between his legs. He quickly recovered all of his vigour.

"Mmmmmmmm … Giles." She purred.

"You're insatiable."

"I've Slayer sexual needs." She explained.

He sank into Buffy with a powerful thrust then withdrew immediately to plunge his tongue into her navel. He then raised his tongue up to her neck; passing between her breasts, these he brushed with his fingers. He walked his penis on Buffy's pubis taunting her with a wicked grin. Buffy smiled and caught it with greediness and began caressing it. Giles had a start and shouted when she annoyed the tip with her nails.

"Aahahhaah!"

"You like teasing me, don't you Giles?"

"Yes I do."

She suddenly shoved Giles, making him fall over on his back then she crawled up his body and covered his face and neck in kisses. She cleaned the penis with a fold of the sleeping bag, taking care of masturbating him to keep his erection in good shape then bent towards the offered sex, which spasmodically contracted with wild desire. She licked it a little, alternating small and big licks then took it in her mouth, nibbling a little then began performing fellatio with great sweetness, a hand massaging his testicles. Giles's breath accelerated and he began trembling when Buffy sucked him.

"Oh God! Ow… aaaaaah It! Ow … Jesus!"

His hands came to caress Buffy's lower back and her buttocks leaning to him. Quickly he was at the edge of explosion and he released a long growl. Buffy took him in her hand and guided it towards her slit, which pounded with desire. She impaled herself again on the rock hard penis. Giles arched, roared and closed his eyes. When Buffy felt him invading her completely she uttered a choked groan and was shaken by a violent orgasm.

********

Buffy abruptly opened her eyes and glanced around her, quite disorientated. What was she doing on a plane? Where was Giles?

"Dawn, why don't you sleep?" She asked her sister sitting next to her. "You should."

Dawn sighed. "With all the noise you make in your sleep, how do you expect me to sleep?" She grinned. "You dreamt that you made love to Giles, didn't you?"

Buffy blushed violently. "What?"

Dawn smiled widely. "I was sure that you loved him. And I'm sure that he loves you. Are you going to get married?"

"Dawn! Shut up."

* * *

It was ten past midnight when Giles and Ethan met, practically at the same time, in front of the bathroom door.

"After you, old mate." Ethan said, grinning.

He followed Giles into the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bathtub to wait his turn.

"You could have waited in the corridor." Grumbled Giles hesitating to take his penis out of his pajama pants.

The sorcerer giggled. "What? You don't like when I watch you pissing? Oh Ripper! I've seen you pissing hundreds of time. You forget that we lived together for three wonderful years. We shared all, mate, the bed and the bathroom and sometimes the girls. We even took our showers together to avoid wasting water. "He laughed. "It's a miracle that we didn't become gays."

"Mmmm."

"When Giles moved back from the toilet, he stumbled and Ethan had just time to catch him before he collapsed. Supporting him up to his room he helped him go back to bed.

"You need to rest, Ripper."

"Yes mummy." Giles growled out. He then released a sigh. "I'm not sleepy any more." < Especially having a dream so … As Buffy would say, Wow! It's really a pity it was only a dream and not reality, old boy! > "Give me a book Ethan, I'm going to read until I manage to fall asleep again. Not a book of magic, you indeed have to have that? A novel, or even a magazine or a newspaper, I could even read The Sun!"

Ethan grinned. "I have much better than that."

He left the guest room for 2 minutes then returned, holding not a book or a newspaper but an old teddy bear.

Giles immediately recognized it. "Eh! it's Russell!" He exclaimed, before smiling broadly, very happy. "Where did you find him?"

"In a box in my cupboard, among other things belonging to Ripper, like a leather jacket, a knife, old Doc Martens… a revolver, "The Journal of Ripper" last entry on the 9th of October 1979, etc. You could take them when you'll return to your home. So! Do you want Russell?"

"If I touch him, Ethan, I'm immediately going to fall asleep and I shall not wake up for 12 hours."

Ethan nodded and held Russell out to Giles. "Doctor Hopkins has prescribed that you rest, old mate. You have to sleep to be cured."

Giles took the teddy bear and subsided, sleeping soundly.

"Sleep well, Ripper."

* * *

Ethan woke up when he heard the bell of the front door ringing. He frowned. <Who could it be? >

He groused as it wasn't quite morning, when he perceived Buffy in front of him, a bag at her feet, accompanied by her sister Dawn.

"Hi Ethan. Nice pajamas! Can we come in? It's freezing! We're California girls, remember?"

Ethan grinned. "If you promise not to hurt me, yes, you can come in. So?"

"Okay, I promise."

"Welcome to my home."

The two Summers sisters entered the hall.

"Dawn, here is the infamous Ethan Rayne, Giles' old mate and Nemesis at the same time. I've already spoken to you about him."

"Oh! It's him!" Dawn said. She kicked at Ethan's shin. He let out a small shout of pain. "You made Giles suffer!"

Buffy giggled. "I promised not to hurt you, my sister didn't! Hurting Ethan Rayne must be hereditary. Is Giles here? We went to his home, but he wasn't there."

Ethan carefully moved back from Dawn. "Yes, Ripper's here. He caught the flu and I put him in bed. I look after him."

"Since when did you become kind and helpful, Ethan? Would that stay in prison have changed you?"

He chuckled. "I have never put a single foot in prison, Buffy. I'm a great sorcerer. I cast a small spell, and pouf! No more Ethan in the military vehicle."

"Can we see Giles?" Dawn asked.

"Naturally, follow me."

Dawn and Buffy followed Ethan upstairs. Buffy was oppressed by an overwhelming and irresistible urge to caress Giles, to kiss him, to lick him, to make love to him. The more than erotic dream that she had had in the plane had left her totally and strongly aroused.

*

Buffy and Dawn opened their eyes wide with surprise discovering Giles, curled up in the middle of the bed, pale and sweaty, snoring lightly, tightening against him an old teddy bear.

"Whoa!" Dawn exclaimed. She giggled, derisive then she laughed. "He! Giles sleeps with a teddy bear! Oh big little boy!"

"It's not any teddy bear." Ethan said to her. "His name is Russell. And he's cursed."

Buffy raised her eyebrows. "Cursed? How so?"

"When Rupert was a small boy, he couldn't manage to sleep at night. His mother bought him a teddy bear and has him cursed. As soon as Rupert touched him, he slept 12 hours, continuously. I found Russell some days ago, cleaning my cupboard. Ripper had left him in a box with some of his belongings. I gave it to him so that he would sleep."

Dawn yawned and rubbed her eyes. She hadn't managed to sleep since their departure from Sunnydale, too excited at the idea of seeing Giles again and of course going to London.

"You're tired, Dawn." Buffy noticed. " Ethan, do you have a bed for my sister except yours?"

"No, but the couch is comfortable."

Dawn climbed on the bed and slipped under the blanket. She snuggled up to Giles and took Russell from him. "I shall be very well here." She said and she closed her eyes.

Buffy kissed her little sister on her forehead then was unable to resist the temptation to kiss Giles on his lips.

"I suppose that you're hungry?" Ethan asked. "I'm going to prepare breakfast. In the meantime, you can tour the apartment, or stay here and kiss Ripper."

"I'll stay here."

"I was sure of it. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

When Ethan had left, Buffy lay close to Giles and caressed his relaxed somehow younger face with the back of her hand. He was so pale and hot. Poor Giles.

"I love you Rupert Giles. Never again will I let you leave."

"Buffy! " Called Ethan.

She joined him in the kitchen one moment later and sat down when he offered her a chair.

"Thank you, Ethan. You know you should be kind more often. It must be possible?" "Maybe." Ethan said with a mischievous smile. He gave her a plate filled with an omelet, some roasted bacon, half tomatoes, two sausages, some mushrooms and three pieces of toast. "If you're still hungry having swallowed that, there are beans with tomato sauce."

Buffy grimaced. "You don't have anything more light to eat? Like cereal with a little milk?"

Ethan shook his head. "In London, do as the Londoners. I hope that you like Breakfast tea?"

"You know," taking in her surroundings, "it's very beautiful, here." She observed. "You have very good taste, Ethan, and good taste is expensive."

"I'm rich."

"I always suspected as much. Then why, when you come to Sunnydale, do you sleep in rotten motels? You could have a suite in a big hotel."

"My clients like the discretion of motels." He grinned and added: "And I'm also rather stingy."

"I see. So, Ripper and you lived here when you were young?"

"No, we had a small apartment in the East End, over a pub. Ripper spent his days there, to drink beer, to play pool and to dredge the beautiful girls of the district. No, this apartment belonged to my sister. When she died I moved here to … still be near her, in some sorts." Tears rose in his eyes and he had to make a formidable effort not to cry. "Do you want some tea?"

"Huh? Yes, thank you."

Ethan controlled himself then poured a little tea into the cup, which was in front of Buffy.

"Giles has never told me how he'd met you. He speaks only very rarely about his Ripper Days."

"Of course. He would like it if he could erase them from his memory altogether so they wouldn't weigh on his conscience."

"Was he so bad?"

Ethan shook his head. "At the beginning, he was just a tough guy. Then, when he returned from Hell, he became evil."

Buffy was bewildered. "What? He was in Hell? You mean that he has already died once?"

Ethan nodded his head. "Yes, he did. He'd had a motorcycle accident and he died after his arrival to St. Thomas hospital, oh! Just for one or two minutes, and then the doctors managed to revive him. But for this brief lapse of time, he went to Hell, where he was tortured physically and mentally by demons for more than two centuries. I'm sure you know that time passes by much more slowly in Hell; one second represents 10 years on Earth. He chose, so that the demons would stop making him suffer horribly, non-stop, to become as them, letting his "dark side" completely dominate his mind. He became a monster, Buffy. The demons then left him in peace and even accepted him among them, as one of theirs. He did horrible things… He's never said what, but I can imagine them."

Buffy remembered the sad, haunted face on Giles when she'd spoken to him about Hell after Angel returned. She understood now why he'd reacted in this manor. He'd gone there too.

Ethan continued: "He came back and he wasn't the same anymore. In his head, he wasn't Human anymore. When Ripper said to me that he wanted to burn London and make his slaves of its inhabitants thanks to the black magic, I immediately contacted the Council and told them what he intended to do so they'd prevent him from doing it. They arrested him and made him undergo a brainwashing; the Council's doctors reconditioned him. They used drugs and hypnosis so that he became again the sweet, kind and polished Rupert he was before he met me and began black magic… But they didn't manage to erase Ripper, just put him to sleep. He's still there, in Giles's mind, somewhere. It's he who's tried to kill me more than once, to punish me for having sent him to the Council."

"That's why Giles hates you?"

"Not Giles, Ripper." Ethan smiled. "Fortunately for me, Rupert interrupted him every time before he killed me."

"How did you meet him?"

"Well, the story begins on Blackfriars Bridge. I was riding my motorcycle when I saw a young man about my age on the pavement, hurt in the stomach. Four people in tweed pursued him. He ran at top speed losing blood. I believed the four men in tweed were police officers, and as I have always hated the police, I went to his aid. I learned later that the men were members of the Special Operations Unit of the Council. I rode up next to him and told him to jump on behind me. He didn't hesitate a single moment. I then sped up among taxis and buses."

Buffy frowned. "Why were men of the Council chasing him? Did they injure him?"

"They had received the order from the Chairman of the Council, Edward Giles, Rupert's own father, to arrest him and to return him to the compound. He had to undergo a brainwashing, so that he'd become as he was before, a kind and serious student of Oxford. Before he broke under the weight of his studies, his extensive training - both physical and intellectual - of future Watcher and of his fate. Having decided to leave the Council and not to be A Watcher, Rupert left for London. His father naturally, was in disagreement with this decision. He wanted his son to be a brilliant Watcher and later, take his place as Chairman. He thus launched four of his men after his rebellious son. Rupert was injured in an altercation with them. He was stabbed in the stomach, but he managed to escape them. That's when I saw him, a bit further on Blackfriars's Bridge. I brought him to my home then I called my sister Samantha, who was a doctor. When she arrived, Rupert was unconscious…" Ethan's thoughts traveled off in memory, as he recounted the tale…

[Samantha Rayne injected a powerful painkiller to the bare-chested, wounded young man sprawled on the bed of her brother then raised the blanket on his shoulders.

"How is he?" Ethan asked very worried:

"Don't worry, Ethan, he's fine now. The wound's not very deep, but he has lost quite a lot of blood. He's strong and healthy, he should have his strength back in some days."

Ethan nodded. "He's going to stay here, until he feels better. Could you visit him from time to time?"

"Yes, I'll come to see him every noon and every evening." Samantha said by touching the young man's forehead burning with fever. "He doesn't look like a hooligan, rather a student of Oxford or Cambridge. You're sure that those men who pursued him were policemen?"

Ethan sighed. "If these guys weren't policemen, what were they? They wanted to capture him and I'm sure they stabbed him."

Rupert moaned and slowly opened his eyes. He suddenly raised himself on his elbows and took refuge at the head of the bed against which he curled up, looking like a frightened animal.

"Everything is fine, calm yourself." Samantha told him. "We mean you no harm. You are safe here. You remember Ethan?" She pointed out her brother. "He's brought you to his home." Rupert nodded and relaxed. "My name is Samantha, I'm Ethan's sister. I'm a doctor. I looked after you. What's your name?"

"Rupert. I… I have to leave, at once. If they find me here, you'll have serious troubles."

His left hand held against his stitched wound, he got up, wobbled, moaned and collapsed on the bed. Samantha hurried to stretch him out.

"You will not move out of this bed for at least one week!" She ordered him, in a severe tone.

He wanted to stand up. She pushed him on his back.

"Stay here!"

"No! I have to leave I have to leave! I don't want you to have problems." He abruptly became agitated: "Let me leave! Let me go!"

Samantha wasn't able to prevent him from standing up this time and he got up to face Ethan.

"Sorry, mate but you won't go anywhere. You'll stay in that bed. Doctor's orders."

Ethan hit Rupert in his chin using a powerful right uppercut. He knocked him out.

"I think I'll have to tie him down." He said laying him on the bed, slowly.

"By 'THEY'," do you believe he was speaking about the police or about bad people?"

"I don't know Sam. We should have asked him."

Samantha removed the bandage Rupert had on his belly to inspect the stitches. They held. Elise noticed small tracks of stings, injection marks, in the hollow of his right arm.

"Damn! He's on drugs! " She muttered. "How can he destroy himself like this?"

"He may certainly have his reasons." Ethan said.

Samantha looked at him, suspiciously. "You defend him? Ethan, I hope that you're not on drugs. If you are, stop it!"

"Don't worry, Sam, my only drug is the magic. I'm not on drugs."

Samantha sighed in relief.

* * *

When Ethan entered his bedroom, after having dinner, he was surprised to discover a ball of bluish energy floating over Rupert, asleep on his bed. As soon as he made a step forward, the Guard went to him crackling, threatening. Ethan understood that if he approached Rupert, he would immediately be disintegrated.

He moved back murmuring: "Well! Well! You are a magician Rupert, and you have to be very good to create such a beautiful and dangerous little thing to protect you." He had a wicked grin. "You and I had to meet, mate. Fate has gathered us - or is it the devil? - So that we'd become friends, no, we're brothers."

"Ethan?" Rupert who had woken up murmured. "Ethan, is it you? I need your help. Come."

Ethan grimaced. "Remove your magic bodyguard, first. I'm anxious to stay alive."

Rupert cast a spell then clapped his hands. The ball of blue energy disappeared immediately. Blackness wrapped them. Ethan switched on the bedside lamp.

"Let's see. Something tells me that you're not a novice in magic mate. Am I right?"

Rupert shook his head. "You're not a novice in magic either, Ethan. I can feel your magician's aura. It's powerful."

"Why didn't I feel yours? Oh! You've hidden it!"

Rupert nodded. "They would find me otherwise thanks to it. My aura is as my fingerprints, personal, unique. I also used the magic so that they can't use a location spell to find me. I'm safe for the moment." He stood up and sat down at the edge of the bed. "I need to go to the toilet. I don't think I'm strong enough to go there by myself. Besides, I don't know where the toilets are. Do you want to help me?"

"Naturally."

A short time later Rupert leaned against Ethan to pee with a growl of pure pleasure.

"What are you doing up?" Samantha asked, angry, entering the bathroom. "Go to bed!"

Rupert violently blushed and hurried to hide his sex with his two hands. "Oh my God!"

Samantha giggled. "Oh! Your penis isn't the first I've seen, you know! Now, go to bed Rupert."

Rupert staggered. Ethan caught him up before he fell, raised him in his arms and returned him to his bedroom. He lay him down on the bed then Samantha took his pulse. His heart was beating fast and in an erratic fashion. His forehead was hot and he had tiny spasms.

"He's got withdrawal symptoms." Samantha said, her face grave. "He needs to go to the hospital."

"No, they'll find him there."

Rupert slowly opened his eyes and quickly realized his state. Samantha confirmed it to him.

He nodded. "It had to arrive. I haven't injected myself with their drug for more than 72 hours."

Ethan frowned, intrigued. "Their drug?"

"During our training, doctors inject us with drugs, they make us dependent on a substance only they possess so that those who try to escape their fate like me return to the Council when they are dying. Later, they undergo a brainwashing, they're conditioned and they become gentle, docile and obedient. Good little puppets!"

Ethan blinked. "The Council? You're a Watcher?"

"Not yet. I'm in training. No, I was. What do you know about the Council and the Watchers, Ethan?"

"Almost nothing, only that they exist, like the Slayer."

"When I decided not to be a Watcher anymore and to leave the Council, my father who is Chairman didn't appreciate it and he's sent several men of the Special Operations Unit to capture me and to bring me to the Compound, so that I can undergo a brainwashing there and so that I'm conditioned to be a good boy. Never shall I be a Watcher. I choose to die, because it's the only way to escape it." He put his left hand on his heart, which hurt him badly. "I don't have much time left. But I don't want to die here. I don't want to embarrass you with my corpse. I don't want you to be sad."

Rupert got up, trembling. He was dizzy and sick and his legs were like jelly. The blood banged against his temples and his heart was beating hard and painfully against his ribs. Suddenly an enormous hot flush rose to his head and within seconds he was flooded by sweat. He had cramps and cried out with pain before collapsing.

"Rupert!" Samantha yelled, frightened.

Rupert had the feeling that a hand made of steel was crushing his throat. He began gasping noisily, his face constricted, his breath congested, and his chest shaken by spasms. He presented all the symptoms of a respiratory paralysis.
His vision weakened and Samantha seemed distant to him, while she was standing close by.

"Ethan, you're a magician, do something to save him! Cast one of your spells! Hurry!"

Rupert felt the cold gaining his chest bit by bit and he quite slowly felt sliding as if into an abyss.

His breath stopped. ]

*

Ethan abruptly stopped his story to yawn and to rub his eyes. Buffy impatiently asked him: "Then?"

"Then Sam performed CPR on him and managed to revive him. I then placed him in a "magic stasis" for the time I required to find a way to save his life. I discovered it one week later. Afterward, Rupert and I became very good friends, almost brothers. Sam and Rupert fell in love." He smiled. "We lived together until Sam was killed by a reckless drunk driver 6 months later. She was leaving the hospital, one evening, very late. We've never found that fucking drunken bastard. I never completely recovered from her death… Sam's death destroyed Rupert. He didn't believe in God, in love, in kindness, in justice any more. The "dark side" of his soul took over. He became bitter, nasty, evil. He began with the pleasure of making people suffer. He then had his motorcycle accident and went to Hell."

"I'm really sorry for your sister Ethan. I didn't know you had a sister." Buffy offered, sympathetically.

Ethan poured a little tea in his cup and wanted to drink it but his hand was trembling too much.

"Then, the Council gave up on arresting Giles after you saved his life?" Buffy asked.

"Rupert's mother convinced her husband that Rupert had begun another "rebellious phase " and that he would return to the Council when it ended. But that's not what he did."

"He'd already had a "rebellious phase"?

Ethan nodded. "Yes, in his adolescence. Between 16 and 18 years. He dressed like a hooligan and behaved as a hooligan. He was repeatedly in and out of custody."

Buffy smiled widely. "Really?"

"Yes, for example he'd shown his buttocks to dozens of people on Leicester Square. It was brilliant! In addition, he was Mr. Testosterone. He made love with a different girl every day. He was so cute! And girls were attracted to him as well, because he was bad and dangerous."

Buffy was bewildered.

"He was much more interesting at that time. Once he'd become a Watcher he became dull and boring."

* * *

When Giles woke up, he felt arms encircling his waist and he turned round. He opened his eyes wide with surprise. "Dawn?"

The girl woke up and threw herself to Giles' neck. "Giles! I'm so happy to see you again. Don't leave me anymore, please. Marry Buffy! She loves you! You love her. Everything's perfect. Get married, so that me, you and Buffy can be a family."

Giles blinked twice. "Buffy loves me? Are you sure Dawn?" < Oh God! It's wonderful! She loves me! >

Dawn nodded and exhaled a sigh. "Why do you think she's here? To go shopping… Wow! Great idea! Anyway, she came to say it to you! And to ask you to return to Sunnydale with her."

"Buffy is here?" He jumped up out of the bed and rushed outside the bedroom, nearly falling several times because he was so weak. " Buffy! Buffy! Where are you?"

"Giles?"

They violently collided tumbling down by the stairs and landing on their backsides.

"Aw! Awwww!" Giles moaned.

"Hi Giles!" Buffy said crawling towards him, amused. "I've something to tell you, well two things actually."

Giles kissed Buffy, interrupting her. "Yes, you love me and you want me to return to Sunnydale with you. Dawn told me. I love you too, Buffy and yes I'll be more than happy to accompany you to Sunnydale." He smiled broadly. "Dawn wants us to get married, I do too." He knelt in front of Buffy looking shocked and amazed that she was there. He took her hand. "Buffy Summers, will you marry me?"

Ethan made a mocking grimace. "Oh, I'm going to cry!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Buffy said, radiant.

They kissed each other.

"Oh yesssss!" Dawn exclaimed, very, very happy. "Wouh! Wouh! Wouh! Wouuuuuh!"

Ethan wiped a rising tear. "I am crying. "

* * *

Buffy moved silently into the bathroom of the apartment. Her Watcher was taking a shower. She sat on her heels behind the chair on which he'd carefully folded his clothes and looked at him.

< Buffy, you've already lived this. Yes, that's true, but in a dream. Now, your dream gets to become a reality. Yay! >

Giles turned his back to her. The muscles of his back were thin, firm, and extremely well developed. Just as she' d imagined they would be. He had both of his hands rested against the tiled wall and his head was tilted down on his chest. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly. Buffy wondered if he weren't asleep. She purred with desire her glance following the water, cascading from his head to his feet. He had wide shoulders, muscular arms, and lean thighs, narrow hips, round buttocks and well-built long legs. When he stepped back from the wall and turned halfway around, Buffy let out a shout of surprise covered by the noise of the running water. A light mat of curling hair ran from his broad chest in a line downward disappearing into the dark springing hair between his legs where hung the impressive proof of his maleness. Quite impressive!

She felt warmth spreading from her stomach down between her legs and trembled. Giles stopped the water then suddenly saw Buffy who was standing right by him, her glance glittering with greed and lust.

"Jesus Christ! Buffy!" He exclaimed, rushing to cover his sex with his large hands, an embarrassed flush spreading from his chest, up his neck and over his face. "What the hell are you doing here?"

She approached him with a feral grin on her face and caressed the flat stomach, with a circular movement.

"Mmmmmmmm." She purred. "Yummy."

His milky skin was incredibly smooth. She felt she could caress him until the end of time. She stepped over the edge of the bathtub, stood on tiptoe and smelt his neck before licking it, nibbling. Giles moved back next to the chair where his clothes were. Buffy was faster, she took them and using her Slayer strength, tore them one after the other.

"You're going to remain naked, Watcher-mine. You're so beautiful, naked, and so perfect. So sexy, so desirable."

He frowned. "Buffy you're not in your normal state. You-you're a victim of a spell … Willow has.... or perhaps Ethan. "

"There's no spell, Giles. I just love you and I just want to make love with you, for hours."

"I-I…"

Buffy giggled. "What? Word-Guy can't find the words anymore?"

She embraced him and pulled him against her. He had a violent start when he felt Buffy's breasts crashing into his chest and he pushed a choked shout when she cupped his buttocks. Buffy rubbed herself against him, sucking his nipples one after the other. She then kissed down the trail of hair to his sex, trailing her hands on down his hips, then on his thighs then towards his almost fully erect, long, thick sex. She encircled it. Giles moaned and when Buffy began stroking him, he closed his eyes and began panting. Buffy saw his cock stand up a little more.

"Mmmm… You are so beautiful, Giles." She stood on tiptoe and kissed his mouth, hard, possessive, savagely, and thrust her tongue in his mouth. He could only moan.

He tried to break away, but Buffy grasped his penis with a feral grin, making it impossible. She began again to stroke him, gently, then, excited she accelerated the rhythm and with her other hand began massing his testicles. Giles' head was on fire, his body bathed with sweat, began rousing frantically, roaring with both pain and pleasure.

" Aah! Buffy, please stop! You shouldn't do that. I… aaaaoooh I'm your Watcher."

Buffy continued to masturbate Giles with a wicked grin to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. When he was close to orgasm, Buffy released his engorged penis and made him put his hands on her breasts. Giles caressed them through the fabric of her blouse roaring like a wild beast. She unbuttoned it, and then made him slide his hands on her bra. Giles breathlessly brushed his fingers over her.

"Yes, you're my Watcher Giles, and you were born and have been raised to serve and to protect me, right?"

"Yes, it's true."

"So-oo, you are at my command, and I can give you orders. Right Watcher-mine?"

"Yes."

"So-oo, I order you to make love to me." She said, rubbing herself against his erection.

He moved back. "Buffy. Don't do that, please. You're, you're a bit like a daughter to me and I... "

She smiled and pressed herself against him as her hands moved lower and cupped his buttocks. "But you' re not a bit like a father to me."

She knelt down in the bathtub, took his penis in her hand and swiped her tongue up his hard length.

"Oh dear Lord!" He breathed when she took as much of his member as she could into her mouth. "Aaaaah! Oh God! Oh God!"

Giles closed his eyes, his mind entirely focused on his hard member and the soft lips that were sliding up and down on it. <That feels soooo good. > He was in heaven.

Buffy withdrew, smiling at her Watcher. "I'm not your daughter, Giles. I'm glad you care for me, but I want it to be clear that you're not my father."

Giles nodded. "Yes, you are not my daughter. It's very clear."

"Now, make love to me! That's an order."

"Yes Ma'am."

Buffy removed her clothes in the wink of an eye. They explored each other's body with their hands, and they kissed each other deeply with passion. They licked, everywhere, and then they hugged tightly wanting to make of themselves only one, a single soul, and a single body.

"You're more beautiful than I ever imagined." Giles whispered, his hands stroking the skin of her golden shoulders.

"Giles I want you inside me."

< Oh God! I just can't believe that I'm going to make love to Buffy! It it's too much! > "Yes Ma' am."

He took Buffy in his arms, left the bathroom and carried her into his bedroom. He spread Buffy on the bed and covered her with his body. He went down a little and, holding his hard cock, placed the tip against her clitoris. He began slowly massaging her with it, and Buffy was quickly hot and wet. She began panting, sighing, waving. He put his lips on her stomach moistening it with small kisses then licked it, as he sucked and nibbled her nipples before stroking the inside of her opened thighs. "Oh God! Giles, stop teasing me. I can't wait any longer!"

"Yes Ma' am."

Buffy let out a hoarse shout when Giles sank into her with a single thrust. She uttered a long growl, feeling filled, invaded. While Giles let Buffy become accustomed to his thickness inside of her, they kissed each other passionately, wildly.

Buffy suddenly wrapped her legs around Giles' back, imprisoning him between her thighs and she clung to his broad shoulders.

Giles giggled. "I am NOT going to go away."

"I'm very possessive. "

Buffy lifted her pelvis and rubbed herself against his penis while she closed her eyes and moaned with pure delight. Giles began to thrust inside her, gently, moving in and out of her almost completely, with all of his length. Buffy moaned at each thrust, increasingly loudly. Giles stopped thrusting several times at the edge of an orgasm, wanting to make love to Buffy for as long as possible. Buffy underneath him was continuously pleasured with his body shaken by her arms and legs moving briskly.

They continued to make love until Giles could no longer hold on. He began penetrating into her faster, stronger, and farther. They moaned and panted together. When he felt Buffy tighten and convulse around him, he thrust a last time, felt his penis stretching out her sex at his maximum and exploding with a hoarse shout before Buffy in turn had a fabulous orgasm.

He withdrew, still hard and made Buffy roll on the side. In this position, he dived into her, massaging her breasts, caressing her hips, her flat stomach and her clammy and muscular thighs. He took her by her hips and began penetrating into her very fast, beating her pubis each time, making her cry out cries of sheer ecstasy. They exploded together this time and remained coupled for a long moment, still shaken by tiny spasms.

Buffy with her slayer strength was the first to recover and turned around so that she was on top of Giles. He was still erect inside of her. She looked at his relaxed face and purred.

"Mmmmmmmmm… Giles, it was magnificent. You really are a God! A sex God! You know, I dreamt about all of this. What just happened, I dreamt it and it came true. It's magic!"

Giles reopened his eyes and looked at Buffy, surprised. "I dreamt about what just happened as well, all of it. Oh! It is magic, indeed. Ethan?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, rather Willow I think. Naturally, with the agreement of the others, especially Dawn. Moreover, I suspect her of being at the origin of this spell cast on us."

"She did well. They did well. You and I we're made to be together, Buffy. You are the Chosen One, and so, to a certain extent, am I. We have been chosen for each other."

"Too true."

She kissed him then slid her hands towards his buttocks and caressed. She felt Giles' penis come to life in her.

"Wow! Mmmmm … Whoa! Watcher-mine … You had never spoken to me about the Watcher strength."

Giles pulled the bedspread over them.

< Ah no! No! > Dawn thought moving back from the door of the bedroom, which she had half-opened. She jumped and almost screamed from fear when Ethan put his hand on her shoulder.

"Tss! Tss! Dawn, it's naughty to spy on people when they make love." The sorcerer said.

"I-I wanted to see how a man and a woman make love. It's not bad. It's biology, the study of reproduction…"

Ethan smiled. "Okay, Dawn, I won't say anything to them. They'd kill me for having left you without supervision. What would you say to letting them make love again and we go do a little shopping?"

Dawn smiled broadly. "And why not a lot of shopping?"

"Right I'm going to write them a note."

"Okay!"

Ethan went in his office whereas Dawn went down the stairs. Suddenly the front door opened and a boy of about 16 years entered, a bag on his shoulder. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a white T-shirt, washed-out jeans cut in on the knees and Doc Martens.

"Dad? I'm home!" He said. "Dad?"

Dawn froze. The boy saw her and froze too. He examined Dawn from her head to her feet then his face was illuminated with a wide charming smile. Dawn's heart melted.

< Oh myyyy! He was so beautiful! >

"Hello. My name is Derek. I'm Ethan's son … who are you? And what are you doing here?"

Dawn almost drooled. "Huh?"

"Oh Derek! You're back, good." Ethan said in passing next to Dawn. "Derek, this is Dawn Summers. She's Buffy's sister. Dawn, this is Derek, my son."

"Hi!" Breathed Dawn, blushing.

"Hi Dawn." The boy said, blushing too.

"As you're here, Derek perhaps you could accompany Dawn to the stores. She wants to do some shopping."

"Nobody's going anywhere!" Buffy suddenly said joining Dawn, followed by Giles. They observed the boy with curiosity. He looked like Ethan. "Who is this little Ripper?"

"My son, Derek." Ethan said.

Buffy and Giles were bewildered.

"Your son? I didn't know you had a son, Ethan." Giles said.

Ethan smiled. "Me either, until I returned to London and his mother introduced him to me, just before dying. She'd never spoken about me to him, because I was Ethan Rayne, synonym of a bad and evil man. However, when she knew that she was going to die, she let Derek come to my care by making me promise her I'd be an exemplary father for him. He's a kind boy. He's an excellent pupil and he's also as good and righteous as Rupert."

Buffy grinned. "Now I know why you changed, you had to set a good example for your son."

"Can I go shopping with Derek?" Dawn asked with a pleading glance.

"Yes, you can go Dawn." Giles said. "But be back at 6 pm."

"I promise, thank you-thank you!"

Both young people went away.

"My little sister has just fallen in love and it's with Ethan Rayne's son!" Buffy moaned.

* * *

Dawn threw some cake crumbs to the ducks of Saint James Park then turned around.

"Dawn, look!" Derek said.

A gray squirrel was at his feet and looked at him, waiting for Derek to give him something to eat.

"Sorry, I have nothing to give to you. Dawnie took all of my cakes."

Dawn threw the animal a piece of cookie. The squirrel sniffed at it then went away. He did not like cookies.

"So, where do you want to bring me now Derek?"

"I have to show you Buckingham Palace. It's close. Then, we'll take the tube to Oxford Street. There are great stores there, in Regent Street too."

"Great!"

He held out his hand to her. Dawn took it and blushed when he wrapped her with his arms.

< Mmmm… I like English guys! >

END