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Giles moped around his apartment for the better part of the day. It had been a week since Olivia left him, and he becoming quite comfortable feeling sorry for himself. He couldn’t blame her for leaving him....not really. It was hard enough for him to deal with all the horrors of his life on the Hellmouth, he certainly couldn’t expect anyone else to be able to.

But still...

He sighed and poured himself another drink.

What was it with him and woman? It seemed as though he was doomed to never have a lasting relationship as long as he lived in Sunnydale. Who was he kidding. With his knowledge of the darkness that roamed the Earth...he would never find anyone who would be able to understand...

His pining was interrupted by a knock at the door. Slowly he walked over to answer it, not really wanting to know who was on the other side. When he pulled it open, he saw a petite red headed girl smiling up at him.

“Hi Giles,” Willow gave a shy smile.

“Willow,” Giles smiled wearily back, “Hello.”

Willow saw his sad expression and asked, “Did I come at a bad time? ‘Cause I could come back...”

“No, no,” he said shaking his head, holding the door wide open so she could slip in, “Please, come in.” He noticed she was carrying a spell book tucked neatly under her arm, and asked, “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Um, well,” Willow replied nervously, as she walked over to the couch, and placed the book on the coffee table, “Well...see...there’s um...there’s this spell I want to try and...well, I need someone who...and, you know...well....”

“Willow?”

“Yes?”

“You’re babbling.”

“Sorry.”

Giles sat down next to the young Witch and gently touched her arm. This caused her to jump at the unexpected action. He chuckled and looked warmly into her eyes, “I do believe you’re blushing. Are you all right?”

Willow paused for a very long moment, waiting for the courage, that brought her to his house in the first place, to rise again. She took a deep breath and opened the book, “Giles? We’ve known each other for like a while, right?”

“Almost four years, yes.”

“And, you’ve always been there for me...when things were...well, not so good,” she continued, “You’ve encouraged me with magick, and just plain been there as a friend...”

Giles tilted his head, and looked at her curiously, “Willow, where is this going?”

“But....sometimes,” she gulped, “when you don’t think I’m looking, I can see the way you look at me.”

Now it was the Watcher’s turn to blush, “L-look? W-what l-look?”

Willow lifted her head up to meet his eyes, “That look you have right now. That look, that says you want m-more than just a friendship...”

Giles backed up to the other end of the couch, “Willow, I-”

She quickly inched forward, taking his large hand in hers, “No...it’s okay. Y-you see, I always wanted you to have that look...but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to have that look...and if we could have that look together...”

“Willow?”

“Yes?”

“You’re babbling again.”

This time she glared at him defensively, “Well, I wouldn’t be babbling if you would just admit to that look and say you....well....that you....”

“Love you?” he finished, calmly.

“Well....yeah,” she said meekly, then quickly asked, “Do you?”

With that, Giles smiled softly and cupped her face with his hands, “Oh, Willow...do you really have to ask that?” He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. After a moment he pulled back and sighed, “But, I’m your teacher-”

“Was my teacher.”

“And I’m old enough to be your father-”

“But you’re not,” Willow argued, “And since when did age really matter? I’m an adult. You’re an adult. And...well...we’re both lonely...”

“Which is precisely why we shouldn’t be doing this,” Giles pointed out, “You’re still upset from Oz leaving...and I’m still trying to come to terms with Olivia...”

“I’ll always love Oz,” she said, earnestly, “But...there’s plenty of room in my heart for love. And...I...I love you. I mean, I always had a crush on you-”

“You did?”

Willow smiled, “Oh, sure. Why did you think I was always hanging out at the library so much...even when Buffy wasn’t there? But, that crush...it changed...grew into something I can’t explain other than love.” She moved closer to him and kissed him, “And this spell...this spell is for you.”

Giles was stunned. Here was someone, he had know for nearly four years, as a student, and young girl. Now, suddenly, this girl had transformed into a beautiful young woman. A woman who loved him! “So, what is this spell?”

Willow turned to the page and smiled, “It’s a spell that will make us both happy. It’s...it’s a Happy Spell.”

He looked closer at the words on the old pages and grinned, “Willow, this isn’t a happy spell...this is a REALLY HAPPY SPELL.”

“Well,” she said coyly, “There isn’t anyone in the world I would want to be REALLY happy with, other than you.”

“Besides,” Giles gave a lame argument, “do we really need this spell?”

“No,” she shook her head, “But I said I wanted to try it out...and you’re the only one who I want to try it out on. It might not even work...but...”

“It will be fun trying.”

“Then, you want to do it?” She asked with an eager smile.

Giles brushed her hair back and replied, “I think it’s high time we’re both happy...don’t you?”

Both the Witch and the Watcher gathered together the components needed to cast the spell, arranging them neatly on the table, next to the book. On the living room floor, Giles created a large containment circle out of rose petals, Willow had brought with her. She then placed the book off to the side, and stepped into the circle. Giles followed her, with the rest of the materials. He placed the components on the floor and reached out to unbutton her blouse.

Willow paused, “The spell doesn’t require us to be naked.”

Giles gave a wicked grin, “No...but it will be more fun...wouldn’t you agree?”

Willow reached down and gently pulled the zipper on his jeans, “Oh...yeah. Since you put it that way...”

Giles tossed her blouse over onto the couch, and began to remove her silk bra. He felt like a teenager again, about to make love with his first sweetheart. As he removed each article of clothing, he could feel the heat within him rising. Desire was taking control over his emotions, shutting out all forms of reason.

Willow had easily removed his jeans and sweater, but stopped when she reached his briefs. Giles’ growing desire was becoming quite evident through the thin cotton fabric, causing her to gasp with surprise. She knew she was about to go to a place where there would be no turning back...no room for regrets. But when their eyes met, she knew at that moment, that living in the past was no longer an option. Not now. Not ever.

And there would be no regrets.

She moved her body close to him, until they were touching. Giles moaned, as she reached down and rubbing him through the material. She could feel him quiver, shaking with passion, and wanted to join him. But she had to remain in control, if the spell was going to work...for both their sakes.

Once they were naked, she began...

“Oh Aphrodite, Goddess of love, hear my prayer,” Willow began, as Giles mixed the herbs, and lit the incense, “Bless us, and grant us your favor. We call upon thee to embrace us with the Lasting Love of ages...”

As she spoke, a warm, golden light swirled around them, pulling their bodies closer together until their flesh almost became one. To Giles, it felt like a warm hug caressing them. Then the feeling changed. He could feel his body tingling from head to toe. The tingle grew with each passing moment until, he could recognize the nature of the feeling....pure erotic pleasure.

When he looked into Willow’s eyes, he could see the light was having the same effect on her. Her pupils were dilated with passion, and he could feel her nipples harden against his skin. But that was not the only thing hardening. As the light moved between them, it began to stroke he already hardening penis. It was the most wonderful experience he had known.

But, it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. And by the look she gave him...so did she.

He bent down and kissed her firmly on the lips, delving his tongue into her mouth, and sending a jolt of pleasure, that was almost electrical in nature, through both their bodies. Every touch, every caress, seemed to be amplified by the spell. Giles cupped her breast with his hand, as his tongue continued to dance in her mouth. He rolled his finger around her nipple, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from her.

In turn, her attentions wandered down his body and found the center of his manhood. She gently started to caress his balls in her soft hand, letting them roll around in their sack. Giles groaned, pulling his lips away for a moment before attacking her mouth again with a vengeance. As their passions mounted, Willow began to wonder if it was ever going to subside...but secretly hopped it wouldn’t.

Giles lowered her to the floor, being careful not to disturb the circle, and began to plant kisses on her neck. He moved his hand down to her pelvis, and pressed the heal of his palm against her warm, moist mound. She quivered at his touch, instinctively spreading her legs wider so he could have easier access to her pleasure box. As he slipped his index finger into her, she once again felt the same jolt of electricity pass through her body.

“Oh god, Giles,” she gasped, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Mmmm...” he murmured as his tongue twirled around one nipple, “Must be the effects of the spell. I feels incredible, like....” He groaned, as the sensation stepped up a level.

Now, the feeling began to intensify, as he withdrew his hand from her and started to rub his penis against her stomach. Never in his life did he want anyone so much, with such fever. It was as though every atom of his body was crackling with energy to the point of explosion...and yet...still managed to hold together...

“I need you,” he said...his voice thick with passion.

Willow could feel her muscles contracting and relaxing in a constant spasm of pleasure, but even that wasn’t enough. She needed him too. She need to become a part of the man she had grown to love.

Giles, gently lowered himself onto her, and inserted his throbbing organ into her. They both cried out as the energy that had caressed their bodies, now entered them; touching their souls, and warming their hearts.

As Giles slowly slid in and out of her, trying to maintain some semblance of control, he close his eyes and shared the pleasure and passion of his partner. In his mind, he was experiencing her orgasms as well as his own. But it was a feeling that was neither subsiding nor building. Continuous waves of pleasure rocked both of their bodies, as they moved together on the carpeted floor. Their bodies slick with sweat, slid back and forth, in a frenzy of primal lust.

Giles’ penis was rock hard, as he increased his speed, and began to pulse with every stroke. But it showed no signs of a climax. “Willow,” he grunted, “God...Willow...I don’t think I have the energy for this...”

Willow groaned and turned over, getting on top of him, “Let me take over. Unless,” she gasped as another wave of pleasure shot through her body, “you want to stop.”

Giles laid on his back, as she began to move on top of him, “I don’t think I could stop,” he moaned, “even if I wanted to. Which....Ohhhh....I really don’t want to.”

As Willow worked his penis, Giles bucked up to meet her. The waves of pleasure began to increase in intensity and frequency, causing both of them to cry out. Willow could feel the muscles of her vaginal wall clamping down on his throbbing member, and enjoyed every groan she got from Giles as a result. She, in turn, threw her head back as he took her clitoris between his thumb and finger, and rubbed it. It was heaven.

But I wasn’t ending.

“Giles,” she panted, sweat glistened on her petite frame, “I don’t think this is ever going to stop.”

Giles groaned, feeling the pressure growing in he groin, but knowing that release was no where near close, “I think you’re right.” They both cried out again, as a powerful wave of pleasure swept over them. “We have to bring this to a climax. No pun intended,” he gasped, as the electricity danced on every nerve ending in his body.

“But how?” Willow moaned, as her body was thrown into another intense orgasm.

Giles sat up, still inside Willow and kissed her, “We must break the containment circle,” he shook as an even more powerful wave passed through them, bringing them closer together, and driving him further up inside her, “If we do, the spell will be broken.”

They scooted over to the edge of the circle of rose peddles, and with a free hand, Giles brushed away the flowers, breaking the circle. As soon as he did that, they could both feel the light exiting their bodies with a fiery explosion of passion.

Giles fell on his back with an equally exhausted Willow still on top. They laid there for a few moments trying to catch their breath and to come to grips with what had happened.

Finally, Willow rolled off of him and sat up. She looked over at the clock on his desk and gasped, “Oh my god, Giles!” her eyes grew wide, “Do you know what time it is?”

Giles struggled to sit up. Every inch of his body was riddle with exhaustion, and still shook a bit from the after effects of the spell. “No. What?”

Willow hopped up and grabbed the clock. Sitting back down next to him she turned it around to show its face, “Eight o’clock. Four hours since we first cast the spell!”

Giles chuckled and kissed her, placing his hand on her breast, “Wow! You know, if every one knew how to cast that spell, it would damn near put Viagra out of business.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t cast it again...I mean...four hours...I’m pooped. Aren’t you?”

Giles nodded, “Somewhat, yes,” He inched closer to her and caressed her sweat soaked body, “But I wouldn’t go tossing that book away just yet.”

“Why?”

Giles pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her shivering body, and kissing her neck, “Well, it’s a book of love spells...and I’m dying to see what others we could cast together.”

The End?