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Willow knocked on Giles’ door. Even though she had a very intimate relationship with the Watcher, she still felt strange just walking in. So, she stood outside and waited for him to answer. She waited. And waited. And still waited even longer.

Giles wasn’t home?

“Oh drat!” she sighed. And she was so hoping on seeing him tonight.

She headed back to her dorm room, still wondering where the Watcher had disappeared to, and hoping he would return home soon. When she opened the door, she was greeted by Buffy and Riley, who were just heading out.

“Hey Will,” Buffy smiled, “Riley and I were just leaving. I thought you had a big study date tonight?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, “but it was canceled.”

Buffy could see her best friend was upset, but couldn’t understand why. It was only a study session at the library. Not a date with a hot guy. Right? “You okay? You look upset?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Willow tried to put on the air of happiness, “I was just REALLY looking forward to this study jam. Don’t worry about me,” she smiled, “You two go out and have some ‘Buffy-fun’.”

“Are you sure?” Riley asked, looking equally concerned, “Because we could always-”

“Nope. No canceling of plans on my account.” she made a shooing motion, “Now, go. Go on. Have fun!”

It didn’t take too much prodding for the lovebirds to get the message, and quickly head out the door, leaving Willow alone in the room. She turned on her CD player and popped in Sheryl Crow. The music filled the emptiness of the room, giving a bit of life to her lifeless night.

God, she was bored.

She had finished all her homework earlier, with the hopes of spending a long evening at Giles’. But since that was on the back burner, she found herself with nothing to do...but to think of him. And wonder what he was doing at that moment. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She quickly turned off the stereo and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?” she said, breathlessly.

“Hello, Willow?” Giles’ voice came from the ear piece.

“Where are you?!” she practically shouted, “I went to your house, and you weren’t home. And there was no note, or anything. What happened?”

Giles chuckled over the other end, “I’m sorry Luv,” he apologized, “I’m in L.A. I was called out here, by an old colleague of mine. He has this rare artifact that might be from-”

“You could have left me a note.” she pouted, “I was really looking forward to spending time with you.”

“I thought you might say that,” Giles said, “So, I brought the book along with me...”

Willow sat down on her bed and sighed, “What good is it going to do if you’re in L.A. and I’m here?”

There was a pause, then Giles answered, “Oh, you would be surprised. I found this spell...well, you have to see it to believe it.”

“But I can’t,” she whined, “I’m here...remember?”

She could hear the rustling of paper, and the steady breathing of her lover on the other end. “Well, with this particular spell...we don’t need to be in the same country, never mind same room, to cast this.”

“Really?” Willow said excitedly, “So what’s the spell?”

“It’s called Images of Love,” he explained, “only one person is needed to cast it.”

“And, what does it do?”

She was getting impatient with him, and was dying to know what he had in store for them.

“You’ll find out,” he chuckled, “but first...are you alone?”

“Yep,” she nodded, knowing he couldn’t see her, but unable to stop, “Buffy’s going out with Riley tonight, so it’s probably a long night, of kissing and slaying.”

“Good,” he said, “Now, go lock the door, and pull the drapes closed. We need some privacy for this.”

Willow placed the phone down on the bed and did as she was told. Her stomach was fluttering with anticipation, and could already feel her nipples hardening from excitement. When she returned to the bed, she picked up the phone and held it in shaky hands. Was she nervous?

“All done,” she whispered, “Now what?”

“Now,” she heard him say, “allow me to do the rest.”

She could hear him chanting a spell, and held her breath at each passing word. As she sat on the bed, Willow could see the air in front of her shimmer, and solidified into a tangible form. There, standing before her was....

“Giles?!” Willow exclaimed, staring at the figure of the Watcher, “How did you get here?”

“I’m not really there, Willow,” Giles said over the phone, “And stay on the line. If you hang up, the magic connection will be severed.”

“Is that...you?”

“Well, in a way, yes,” Giles explained, “You’re seeing a three dimensional image of me, as I am looking at you, right now.”

“Why are you...is he...just standing there?”

“According to the spell,” Giles lectured, “the image will respond to our voices alone. What we say, they will do.”

“Really?” Willow smiled, looking at the image of her lover standing before her.

“Oh yes,” his voice sounded thick, “For example.... I walk over to you and sit by your side...” The Giles/image smiled and followed his instructions, sitting down on the bed, next to Willow, “With my one hand, I reach out and brush your hair back away from your face...”

Willow sighed, as she felt the warm, ghostly hands of his image, reach out to caress her cheek. It had all the qualities of her lover, but with a twinge of magical energy that send tingly sensations along her skin. She bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes and said, “I reach out and slowly unbutton your shirt,” she could hear Giles giggle slightly as her counterpart did as she was commanded, “Once your shirt is open, I move my head to your chest and plant light kissed on your flesh.”

Giles moaned, and added, “As I gently remove your shirt, my lips find yours, locking them in a passionate kiss. Your breasts are so firm, and feel good in my hands. I gently caress them, twirling my tongue around your hard nipples.”

The young witch wriggled, as the image swirled its tongue around her nipples. “Mmmm...Giles, you know exactly what drives me wild.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he purred, as he continued, “I slip my hand up your skirt, surprised at the heat that is radiated by your womanhood...”

Willow let out a moan, as the image worked on removing her panties. She listened to his soft voice speak, while feeling the image’s hand stroking her tenderly. Willow sped her legs allowing for better access, and clutching the phone in her hand. She could hear Giles hot breaths, and moans on the other end. “Mmmm....” she breathed, allowing the image to lift her buttocks slightly off the bed, as it inserted two fingers into her waiting opening.

“I want to taste you,” Giles sighed, “I want to lap at your juices, until you’re wild with passion. Is that good? Do you like that?”

Willow arched her back and cried out, as the Giles/image began to flick its tongue over her throbbing clit, “Yeeesss...Mmmm......I bent my head over, and kiss your hardness. Lightly at first, not taking more than the tip in my mouth,” she could almost see him jump slightly, at her touch, “Then I put my whole mouth over you and begin to slowing rise and fall, tasting your entire erection.”

Giles gripped the receiver and let out a loud moan. It felt almost like the real thing; the softness of her lips, the warmth of her touch. God, she was playing him like a fine instrument, and he was powerless under her control. He could feel his penis throb under her tongue, as he bucked up into the images mouth. “Willow...” he moaned, sweat coating his brow, “God, Willow...where did you learn this?”

“I have a great imagination,” she chuckled, gyrating her hips in sync with his tongue, “And you....wow....I want you so much. I want to feel you inside me; filling me...taking me to the brink of ecstasy.”

“In that case,” he panted, “I slip myself inside your wetness, amazed at how tight you are....Ohhhh.....Willow, you’re going to make me come right now, if you keep this up.”

Willow gasped, as the image increased its speed, pumping in and out of her with furious passion, “Do you want me to stop?”

Giles held the phone to his ear, and let out long groan, “No...not at all...You feel so good, Luv. And I’m so...”

Willow shuddered when she heard him come. His primal cries of release had succeeded in pushing her over the edge, sending her body into a convulsive fit of passion. She threw her head back and called out his name as the powerful wave of pleasure rocked her very soul. When she was spent, she laid back down, opened her eyes, and noticed the Giles/image had vanished.

“Giles?” she asked, worried, “Are you still there?”

“Yes, Luv,” he panted, softly, “I’m still here.”

“Oh good,” she sighed in relief, “ ‘Cause I was worried, when I didn’t see your image...”

“The spell’s over, I’m afraid,” Giles said, breathlessly.

Willow moved her free hand down between her thighs and began to finger her clit, she closed her eyes, imagining they where still his hands. “Mmmm....that was a yummy spell,” she sighed, “Too bad it’s over. The things we could still do...”

She heard Giles moan slightly, and knew he was doing the same thing, “Well, there is always the images we carry of each other, in our minds...to sustain our...passion.”

“True,” she increased pressure, “And what a wonderful image it is.”

“Mmmmm.....”

The End?