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Willow rummaged through her closet, looking for something to wear. She was going out with Giles tonight and she wanted to look just right. Not that this was her first date with the handsome Englishman, in fact they had spent quite a bit of time together after discovering the Book of Love Spells, but tonight was special, or so Giles told her. Tonight he was going to take her someplace different. Someplace she always wanted to go.

Feeling giddy with anticipation, she continued to riffle through her selections. “Do I wear my red skirt?” she muttered, holding the skimpy article of clothing in front of her, “Do I really want to go for the ‘come hither’ look?” She paused, thinking of the effect it would have on her lover. “Definitely the red skirt.” Then she focused her attentions on the shirt she was going to wear. Sweater or blouse? Thinking back at their last encounter, and the condition her purple sweater was now in, she opted for a white, nearly transparent blouse.

If this wasn’t going to get his blood flowing, nothing would.

Willow smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Hair...check. Makeup...check. Outfit....

“He’ll like it.” she grinned, mischievously.

“Who’ll like it?” Buffy asked, closing the door to their dorm room behind her, “And...wow! You look drop-dead-gorgeous! You have ‘come hither’ written all over!” Not noticing the giggle from her friend, Buffy continued, “So? Share. Who is the lucky guy? I mean, you didn’t say she, so I’ll assume it’s not Tara, you’re going to see.”

Willow sighed. Not long ago, she broke down and told Buffy about her relationship with fellow Witch, Tara. She was surprised that her friend took it as well as she did. But, Buffy was no where near ready to accept her best friend dating her Watcher. So, she lied. Again.

“I met this...um...guy...”

“Okay, Cryptic-girl,” Buffy placed her hands on her hips in mock defiance, “You are not leaving until you give more info. What guy? What’s his name? Is he cute? Are you two...you know...”

“Buffy!”

“Sorry,” she quickly apologized. “But, are you?”

Willow felt her head pound. She didn’t know how long she could keep this charade up. Nor did she know how long it would be before Xander would spill it. Xander! Oh, god! He was there when she and Giles got all feline. Would he tell? And if he did, how would Buffy react? She had Riley. Xander had Anya. Even Spike had someone! Well, if you called Harmony a someone.

So, why couldn’t she have Giles?

Two words. He’s Buffy’s Watcher.

Okay...three words.

Even though Buffy was joined at the hip with Riley, and the thought of Giles having sex wigged her out, Willow knew that the Slayer could be a little possessive when it came to him. And if the ‘orgasm friend’ just happened to turn out to be her best friend? Definitely a serious melt down in the making.

“Will?” Buffy cocked her head, “Earth to Willow?”

“Sorry,” Willow apologized, “I was just thinking.”

“About your mystery date, one would guess,” Buffy grinned, “Don’t worry. You won’t tell, I won’t ask. I just hope you fill me in on all the juicy details. Well....not ALL the juicy details...”

“I will, Buffy,” Willow sighed in relief, “I promise.”

As Willow hurried out the door, Buffy watched her friend with great interest. She was dying to know who the stranger, that captured her best friend’s heart really was. And she knew there was only one way to find out.

“It’s time for Stealth-girl.”

******

Willow walked down the steps to Giles’ apartment. Before she could knock, the door opened, revealing the man of her desires. Giles was dressed in a tux! The sight of him, took her breath away, as he smiled approvingly at her.

“You look lovely,” he sighed, taking her hand in his, and leading her into his place.

“Are you kidding?” Willow purred, “Next to you...did I ever tell you how much I love when you wear a tux?”

Giles thought for a minute, “Actually, no. The last time I wore a Tuxedo, was at the prom, and your attentions were....elsewhere.”

“Oh,” she said, a little disappointed, “Well, my attentions might have been focused on Oz,” she grinned, “But don’t think I didn’t notice you. Standing there, all decked out, with that big old grin on your face.”

“Yes, well...” he smiled, shyly, “We’re getting off the subject.”

“And that subjecting being...?”

Giles pulled her close to him, pressing her body against his, and devouring her lips with his own. Then he leaned down and whispered seductively in her ear, “I have a new spell for us.”

“Oh really?” she feigned innocence, “Do, tell.”

With a grin, he led her over to the coffee table, where the book sat waiting for them, “I’d rather show you.”

******

Buffy stood across the street from Giles’ apartment. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw was slack, as she shook her head in disbelief. “This is her mystery date? Giles?”

“Buffy, what are you doing here?” Riley asked, sliding beside her.

Buffy was silent for a moment before his presence finally registered in her brain, “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”

“Not fair,” he shook his head, “I ask you first.”

“And I can take you out,” she muttered, “So, what gives? Why are you here?”

“I was going to stop by, when I saw you leave the dorm.” Riley began to explain. “I followed you following Willow. Which led us all to...” He paused, finally realizing exactly where they were, “Giles’ apartment?”

“Pick another phrase,” she answered, “That one’s been used.”

“Why is she here?” He asked.

Buffy’s eyes narrowed as she tried to imagine what was gong on behind his closed door, “That’s a very good question.”

******

“A transportation spell?” Willow examined the words closely, “Wow, these are very powerful spells.” She looked up from the book, “Can we go anywhere?”

“Anywhere your heart desires,” Giles stroked her cheek. “I was thinking London. It’s dinner right about now, and I know this wonderful restaurant...”

“How about Paris?”

Giles shifted uncomfortably, “Paris. Um...well...I suppose. France is,” he bit back his words, “Lovely this time of year.”

“We’ll go to London if you want,” Willow smiled, “I just would have loved to hear you order for us in French.”

“Well,” Giles corrected, “We could go to France. I-I was just thinking of a few places...that I...I...”

At this point Willow began to giggle.

This caused Giles to stare at her indignantly, “What’s so funny?”

“You,” she chuckled, “You’re so cute when you’re all fluttery.”

“Yes,” he looked down at his shoe, “Well, you do tend to bring that trait out in me.” He picked his head up and smiled, “Now, it’s vital, that we concentrate on the same place, when we cast this spell. If we are thinking of two different places...well...we could be transported anywhere.”

“And that’s bad, how?”

“I don’t think Siberia is a very romantic spot this time of....century.” Giles pointed out.

“Right,” Willow nodded, “I got it. Think happy thoughts...and keep them the same.”

Giles picked the book up as Willow sat on the couch across from him. Slowly they began to recite the words in the magic book. Willow could feel a tugging coming from deep within her body. She tried to keep her thoughts on the spell and on that little restaurant in London.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

‘Do I smell coconut?’

When Willow’s eyes opened she was struck by a strange sensation. It was almost akin to taking a sip from a glass, expecting one taste and getting another. This was not what she was expecting.

“Giles?” Willow asked, eyeing her tropical surroundings, “I’ve never been to London, but somehow I don’t think this is it.”

Giles sighed and helped Willow from the damp, jungle ground, “No, neither do I.”

Willow, then began to panic, “Giles, I swear, I tried to concentrate on the place, I really did. But then I smelled this coconut...and....Oh, God, this is all my fault!”

Taking her in his arms, Giles said, “Willow, Love, this isn’t your fault. I smelled it too. Something must have influenced both of our thoughts, bringing us here?”

******

“Did you see that?” Buffy looked exasperated at the empty couch, “One minute they’re here...”

“The next, they’re gone,” Riley nodded, “Yeah, I saw it too.” He walked over to the open spell book. “I guess it must have been this spell,” he pointed to the spell.

“Looks like some kind of transport spell,” she said, leaning over his shoulder. When he got a surprised look on his face, she huffed, “What? I hang around with Willow...I pick up on a few things.”

“They will come back, right?” Riley asked, concern was thick in his voice.

“Yeah, I guess,” she said, looked closer at the book, “They wouldn’t cast a spell they couldn’t get back from. At least I don’t think they would. Not like I know what’s going on in their heads. But, I’m going to find out. So, I think I’ll just wait here until they come back.”

Riley stopped reading the book, and sniffed Buffy’s hair, “New shampoo?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, “You like? It’s oil of coconut.”

******

They walked through the thick underbrush for fifteen minutes before Giles and Willow reached a clearing. In all her life, Willow had never seen a more magnificent sight. It was nature at its most beautiful. When they stepped onto the dark green, tropical grass, it seemed to spring under their feet. All around Willow could see the dense tree line, except directly in front of her. There, standing about fifteen feet high were twin waterfalls. Sparkling water cascaded down their rocky faces into a crystal clear pool. A small stream flowed from the pool, meandering its way along the grassy floor to the forest beyond it.

A multitude of flowers sprang from the ground and between the rocks that lined the side of the pool. It was as though the clearing was caught inside a rainbow. Willow stood in silence for a moment, allowing the cool mist from the falls to caress her. It was hot in this tropical paradise, and finding their way to this clearing, only made her feel worse. But once the mist enveloped her, it was like she was being hugged by cloud. She turned to Giles, who had proceeded in taking off his tie and jacket.

“Rupert,” she smiled coyly, “I know this is romantic...”

“Well,” he grinned back, “I believe I’m a tad bit overdressed for this.”

She walked over to him and helped him place his discarded clothes on a large rock by the side of the pool. Then, slipping out of her shoes, she sat down on another rock and dipped her feet inside the sparkling water. While she swished them around, she felt Giles strong hands massaging her shoulders.

“Mmmm...” she cooed, “That’s nice.”

“Is it?” Giles murmured, as he knelt behind her, “How about this?” His hands roamed from her shoulders down her back, and around to caress her firm breasts.

Willow leaned into him, feeling his arousal pressing against her back, “That’s really nice. But, I bet it would be even better, there.” She pointed to the tropical pool.

“In the water?” Giles asked, scooting around next to her, “But we’ll get all wet?”

Willow grinned mischievously, as she grabbed a hold of his shirt, “That’s what I’m counting on.”

They plunged into the cool water, causing Giles to shout out in surprise. His surprise was short lived when he felt Willow begin to unfasten his trousers. This was something he could definitely learn to enjoy.

“S-shouldn’t we remove the rest of our clothes?” Giles groaned, leaning up against the rock, while Willow slowly brought his passion to rise.

“If you insist,” she kissed him on the lips, letting go of his hard shaft, and turning her attentions to his shirt.

Her hands slowly undid the buttons, one at a time. Giles gasped when she pushed the shirt back and began to roll her tongue around his hardening nipples. It was an amazing experience, feeling both her mouth and the water circle his tender flesh. His hands wandered down to her own blouse, undoing the buttons with ever increasing speed. Once both shirts were removed, they moved their hands down to each other’s neither regions, desperate to uncover their hidden desire.

Picking her up in the water, Giles moved to where he could gain better footing. Their lips interlocked passionately, exploring each other’s mouths with great earnest. He then moved down to her breasts, taking her erect nipple in his hungry mouth. Willow clasped her arms around his back, feeling the heat within her rise.

“Oh, Rupert,” Willow purred, as his hands roam her body, caressing every surface, above and below the water, “I want you so much.” She whispered in his ear, nibbling at the sensitive lobe. “I want you right now.”

Giles moaned, when she straddled him in the swirling water. “W-wait,” he panted, “Not yet.”

“But...”

Lifting her out of the water, he sat her on a flat rock. With a devilish grin, he spread her legs wide, and began to nuzzle her womanhood. Willow threw her head back as the first wave of pleasure racked through her small body. He continued to flick his tongue over her nub, relishing every moan that escaped her lips. She laid her back flat on rock, as he lifted her buttocks off the granite slab. Another, more powerful wave of pleasure shook her body, causing her to arch her back, and cry out his name.

When it passed, she sat up and wrapped her arms around Giles’ head, allowing his head to rest between her heaving breasts, “Wow,” she panted, “that was....amazing.”

“Mmm....” Giles kissing her milky skin, “yes, it was. Do you want more?”

Willow’s pupils were wide with lust, “Oh, yes. I want more. I want you.”

Giles pulled her back into the cool water, and inserted himself into her. The sounds of the tropical birds, and that of the rumbling waterfalls mixed with their own cries of passion, creating music in their ears. And when they came, it was as though their world exploded with color, and light.

******

“Mmm....” Willow sighed, as they laid together on the thick, springy grass, “This was much nicer than some old restaurant.”

Giles propped himself up on his arm and gave her a mock-stern glare, “And what do you have against ‘old restaurants’?”

Willow sat up to met his gaze, and kissed him on the lips, “We couldn’t make love in a restaurant.”

“Oh really?” he grinned, mischievously, “I seem to recall a nasty little trick you pulled not too long ago...”

Remembering the love spell she cast on him as revenge for his...naughty classroom trick, she smiled, “Oh yeah. I almost forgot that. But still,” she curled up in his arms, “This was heaven. Even if it was an ‘oops’.”

They laid in each other’s arms for several minutes, enjoying the cool mist, and the sounds of the tropical forest, before she spoke again, “So, how are we going to fix this ‘oops’? How do we get back?”

Giles sat up, “That’s not as difficult as you might think,” he explained, “All we have to do is concentrate on home.”

“You mean, your place?”

Giles paused, feeling his heart jump in his chest, “W-well, yes, I suppose.” He waited a minute before asking, “D-do you think of my home as....well....home?”

Willow cupped his face with her hands and smiled, “Do you really need to ask that? Any place where you are is home to me.”

They embraced, not wanting to let the feeling they had go. Finally Giles stood up, “We really should be getting back. It’s getting late, and I did promise you dinner.”

“Funny,” Willow said, pulling on her wet clothing, “I’m not all that hungry.”

Once fully clothed, they sat on the grass and began to concentrate on Giles’ apartment. Willow could hear Giles repeating the incantation that brought them to this wonderful tropical paradise, and wondered if they would ever be able to find this clearing again. But as she began to feel the pull of the spell, she realized that the only place she really wanted to be was with Giles. No matter where that took them.

******

“Welcome back,” Buffy said, folding her arms as her best friend and Watcher materialized back onto the couch.

“B-Buffy?!” Willow and Giles sputtered.

“W-what are you doing here?” Giles stammered, avoiding the semi-glare of his Slayer.

“Funny you should ask,” she shot back. Then turning to Willow she huffed, “Anything you two want to tell me?”

Willow and Giles looked at each other, then turned to Buffy, unable to form any kind of coherent words.

“Can I ask you something,” Riley piped in, as all three heads turned toward him.

“P-please,” Giles nodded, relieved for the small interruption.

“Where have you been? And, why are you guys soaking wet?”

“erk.”

The End?