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Willow sighed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Usually, Ancient History was far from being boring. But today, she found her mind drifting elsewhere, unable to concentrate on the day’s lesson. It wasn’t that her professor didn’t hold her interest. On the contrary, he made the class fun and exciting...she just wanted to be someplace else.

She wanted to be with Giles.

‘God,’ she reprimanded herself, ‘One night with him, and you’re obsessed!’

But...oh, what a night!

And now, she couldn’t wait to see him again. And try a new spell.

As her teacher continued with the lesson, Willow felt a twinge in her stomach. It wasn’t painful, nor was it uncomfortable. But, it was quite distracting to say the least. She squirmed in her chair, as the twinge traveled further down her body, settling on her....

“Giles! I’m going to get you for this!” she hissed, quietly so that no one could hear.

She closed her eyes, trying not to think of the warm, tingly feeling that radiated from her pelvis and traveled through out her body. But when she did, she envisioned Giles’ hands caressing her; felt his soft lips touching her wanting flesh, and could hear his sexy voice whispering in her ear.

“Oh god,” she whispered, feeling the heat growing.

She tried clamping her legs shut, but that only made the pressure increase. She could feel tiny, invisible fingers stroking her clit, sending jolts of electricity up her spine. Willow bit her lower lip, stifling a moan that wanted to escape. This was NOT the time, or the place to have a mind blowing orgasm. And yet, that was exactly what was happening.

She wiped the sweat off her brow, trying desperately not to be noticed, and wishing with all her heart that the class would end soon. As if to answer her prayers, the class began to file out passed her.

“Willow,” a classmate asked, placing his hand on her shoulder, “Are you coming? Class is over, you know? Willow? You okay? You look a little flushed.”

Willow jumped at the sudden outside stimuli, “Uh, yeah,” she tried to maintain her composure, “I’m fine. I just want to finish my notes first. There isn’t another class in here now, is there?” she asked, hopefully.

“Nope. Not until noon,” he offered, as the last of the students and the professor exited, “I’ll catch ya later then.”

“Sure,” she said, hopping he would leave quickly.

When her friend left, closing the door behind him, Willow dropped her books to the floor and slid down her chair. She spread her legs slightly lifting her buttocks off the chair. Sweat soaked her clothes, as she bucked to the invisible hand. Even though she was now alone in the lecture hall, she still tried to silent her moans of pleasure. She felt her thighs quiver with the impending orgasm. Grabbing onto the back of the chair, and arching her back, Willow cried out as the powerful wave ripped though her quivering body.

She settled back down into her chair, trying to catch her breath, and cursing her lover. This was definitely Giles’ doing, she thought, as she tried to compose herself. She could see him now, sitting with the Spell Book in hand, and a sly smile on his face, as he nearly caused he to lose it right in the middle of lecture.

Willow stood up, straightened, her clothes and headed out the door...already with a plot to seek her revenge.

******

“You’re going out to dinner with Giles?!” Buffy asked her friend.

“What’s wrong with that?” Willow retorted, “You and Riley are going out to dinner tonight. Xander and Anya are planning....well, whatever they plan....and Spike, well....I really don’t want to hang out with someone who tried to kill me several times.”

“Well, yeah,” Buffy defended, “but, dinner? I mean, that’s like a dating thing?” She stopped and looked at her friend wide eyed, “Willow! You’re not....are you?”

Willow could see the look of panic on her friend’s face, and decided to keep her relationship with the Watcher a secret, “Can’t two people have dinner with it being a date thing?! Sheesh. I have to remember NOT to go to the cafeteria anymore...I might be the unwitting victim of a date!”

“Wills,” Buffy smiled at her friend’s sarcasm.

“What?”

“Have fun.”

******

Giles sat across from Willow in at the little Italian restaurant on Main Street. He was surprised when he learned she had chosen the restaurant, made the reservations, and even picked him up at his apartment, with her mother’s car. Ever since the fortunate demise of the car he so lovingly referred to as his “death trap”, Giles was without a mode of transportation. But that didn’t matter now, as he looked into the face of the woman he was growing to love.

“I loved your spell, today,” Willow smiled coyly, sipping her cola.

“Did you?” he grinned back, holding the glass of red wine he ordered a few minutes earlier.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “but your timing could have been better.”

“Really?”

“I was in the middle of class.”

Giles took a sip and said, straight-faced, “Were you?”

“Which, of course you already knew,” she finished.

“Yes...well...” Giles coughed, “I must admit, I did suspect you would be in class. Are you angry with me?”

“Me? Angry?” Willow giggle, “If the class didn’t let out just in time for me to rip off the back of my seat in a fit of lust, I might have been mad.”

“Do you forgive me?”

“Perhaps,” she said slyly, “but it might take more than just an apology to make it up to me.”

“Mr. Rupert Giles?” The waiter asked.

“Yes?”

“There’s a phone call for you.”

Giles looked at Willow confused, and stood up, “I wonder who would be calling me here? I’ll be right back, Luv.”

Giles walked over to the phone in the lobby and picked up the receiver. “Hello?” he asked. “Hello?” He waited for a response for a minute or two. When he got none, he shrugged his shoulders and hung it up. “I suppose it was a mistake,” he sighed, heading back over to their table.

“Who was it?” Willow asked, innocently.

“I don’t know,” he said, sitting back down, and picking up his wine, “There was no one on the other end.”

“Strange.” she smiled, watching him drink the red liquid.

“Yes, quite,” he paused, and looked at the young witch, suspiciously, “Willow? W-what did you mean when you said, ‘it might take more than an apology’?”

Suddenly, he understood exactly what she meant.

“Willow!” he hissed, shifting his position in the booth, “What have you done?”

“A little elixir in your wine. I found it in the Spell Book. You know...while you were dressing to go out? I sorta sneaked a peak.” she grinned, “If you want to get up and go-”

“I don’t think that would be wise,” he gasped, feeling his erection hitting against his pants.

Willow scooted around the horseshoe booth and sat next to her lover, “What’s wrong? Is this a bad time?” she grinned wickedly.

“Willow,” Giles moaned softly, moving so that his condition could not been easily seen, “this is not playing fair.”

“And do you think,” she whispered, moving her hand to unzip his fly, “it was fair to cast that spell on me in the middle of a class? In front of seventy plus classmates? This is just a small, dimly lit restaurant. Enjoy it.”

She freed his hardening penis and felt its hot shaft. The touch of her hand on him, made him jump slightly. He turned to her and shot her a glare, “You are truly a thing of evil. Mmmm....”

“You don’t know just how evil.” she smiled, stroking the throbbing shaft with one hand, and sipping her soda with the other.

Giles closed his eyes, trying hard not to concentrate on the gentle motion of Willow’s hand, and the tantalizing effects of the spell. He wanted to ignore the need to thrust up into her touch, but found it increasingly difficult.

Then, the waiter returned.

“Are you ready to order?” he asked, unaware of the scene going on under the table.

“Um....ah...yes, we are,” Giles struggled to say, “I’ll just have the Ziti, please.”

“The dinner, or the entree?”

‘Oh, god,’ Giles thought, ‘this is going to take forever, isn’t it?’

“He’ll have the dinner,” Willow answered for him, knowing that would involve more questions.

“And what kind of dressing would you like with the salad?”

“Blue Cheese,” he inhaled, wiping his brow.

Luckily the waiter failed to notice the increased color in his cheeks, “And what vegetable?”

“Vegetable?” he repeated, shifting when he felt another wave of pleasure ripple through him. “None, please.”

“Oh come on, Giles,” Willow smiled, tickling his balls, “vegetables are very important.” Then turning to the waiter, she asked, “What kind of vegetables do you have?”

Giles rolled his eyes, and tried to suppress the urge to either strangle her, or take her right on the table, in front of the entire restaurant, “I’ll just have the corn, thank you.”

Willow chuckled. She was really enjoying seeing him sweat like this, but even she wasn’t that cruel. When the waiter asked for her order, she gave it to him quickly, allowing them a bit of privacy.

As soon as the waiter left, Giles leaned in close to Willow and whispered, “Vegetables are very important? You are trying to kill me.”

“No,” she smiled, resuming her strokes, “just trying to drive you crazy.”

Giles groaned, and gripped the table’s edge, “Well....it’s working.”

As he bucked in her hand, Giles froze when her heard a familiar voice.

“Hi, Giles. Hi, Willow. I didn’t know you guys were coming here?”

‘Oh, bloody hell!’ Giles cursed silently. “H-hello, Buffy. Riley.”

“Buffy?” Willow froze. Clearly she didn’t planned on this. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Riley. Me. Dinner. Remember?” Buffy smiled. She looked at the pained expression on her Watcher’s face and wrinkled her brow, “Giles, you look a little...flushed. Are you feeling okay?”

“Oh, y-yes...f-fine,” he inhaled, hoping his secret wouldn’t not be reviled to his Slayer, “We are discussing magic spells. Minor things, really. Quite boring, actually.”

“Yeah,” Willow added, quickly, “really boring.”

“Um, yeah,” Buffy cocked her head, and looked at her friends strangely, “Well, we’ll let you guys talk shop. Our table’s ready. Catch you tomorrow, Wills?”

“You’re not going back to the dorm tonight?” Willow sighed in relief.

“Riley and I...” Buffy looked slightly embarrassed, “Well, we’re...”

“Oh...right. I get it,” she tried to hurry her friend, “then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Have fun you too,” Buffy waved, as they headed out to her table.

“Oh, I think we will,” Willow inhaled, turning back to Giles, who had a really pained look on his face. “Now, where were we?”

“Finishing up, before anyone else interrupts...yes?” he pleaded.

“Okay,” she chuckled, wrapping her small hand around his penis, and began to pump faster.

Giles somehow managed to keep his groans silent as he moved his hips to meet Willow’s hand. She increased her speed when she saw him approaching his climax, looking him right in the eyes, as he came in her hand. She continued to stoke his penis until it became flaccid, then cleaned him with a tissue from her purse.

Giles zipped up his pants and took a drink of water, steering clear of the magicked wine. “Remind me to repay you later, for this,” he whispered in her ear, as the waiter returned with their food.

“Hey,” she grinned, “All is fair in love and magic.”

The End?