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He had dreamt about her often since she day died...more so than when she was alive. And most of the time, the dreams were far from being pleasant. They were nightmares that plagued the subconscious mind of the Watcher when he slept; nightmares that would never leave him, nor give him rest.

Buffy had continued to hound him about his lack of sleep for the better part of a year. Every time she asked, he just brushed the issue aside, blaming it on the rigors of his calling. And for a while, even HE believed it. But now that he was no longer a Watcher, it was an excuse that wouldn’t stand up even to his own scrutiny.

He looked out the window in his apartment, and gazed at the sky. The North star stood by itself and shown brightly in the dark heavens. ‘First star of the night,’ Giles thought, as his gaze never left the twinkling gem. Then a sudden thought sprang into his mind, and brought a smile to his weary face. Well, it wasn’t really a thought...more like a child’s poem...

Star light, star bright
first star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
have this wish, I wish tonight.

‘First star...make a wish,’ he remembered his mother telling him, ‘Now close your eyes Rupert, and concentrate...’

“I wish, that for one night, I would have some pleasant dreams,” The adult Rupert Giles said, turning away from the window and heading off to bed, for yet another sleepless night.

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He found himself sitting in his living room, reading an old journal. A clock was ticking slowly and methodically in the far corner, matching the rhythm of his beating heart. It was strangely comforting, and yet oddly familiar. As it beat back and forth, the tick tocking noise drummed out a tune in his chest. If this was a dream...it was off to a good, and peaceful start.

Then, she came in.

Her dark eyes seemed to glimmer in the light of the reading lamp, the closer she got to him. She smiled and brushed a lock of raven hair from her beautiful face, “Hi, England.”

“Jenny,” he whispered, expecting this wonderful vision to turn on him and betray him, as it had so many times before.

But, it didn’t.

Jenny knelt beside him and kissed him softly on the lips, “Shhh...” she hushed, brushing her hand against his face, “You made a wish tonight. Let’s just enjoy what we have.”

Now, her kisses came deeper and with greater passion, first dancing across his lips, then finding its’ way to his ear. Her tongue played with his ear lobe, while her hands worked on loosening his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt. Giles could feel a mounting pressure in his groin trying to break free from the restrictions of his slacks.

God, this felt so good!

Her lips where hot on his skin, sending tiny jolts of electricity through out his body. As Jenny slowly removed his shirt, he found his own hands wanting to explore every inch of her. He moved to undo the back of her dress, but was stopped by a kiss and a smile from his lover, “Not yet,” she whispered in his ear. Her breath was as steamy as look in her eyes, “I want to do this for you.”

She undid the clasp of his pants and slid them down, freeing his growing erection. Giles, still sitting in the chair, moaned as she lowered her head on his hard shaft. Her tongue gently played up and down, stopping to make small swirls at the tip. She reached her hand to cup his balls, and twirled her fingers around the thick curly hair. Then, without warning, she took the entire organ in her mouth and began move with rhythm of the clock.

Tick....tock.

Up...down.

Over and over...

...until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He threw his head back and gave a deep groan, releasing a year’s worth of tension into her hungry mouth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he saw Jenny, no more than two inches from his face; her eyes where burning for him, and her hunger was not yet stated. Neither was his, for that matter. He wanted her now, more than ever. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted HER.

Giles stood up and gathered her into his arms. She was about to speak, when he kissed her and said, “Shhh. Don’t say anything,” his voice was thick with passion, “You had your fun...now it’s my turn.”

His hands undid the back of her dress, while his lips kissed her face, and neck. The cloth fell to the floor, revealing what Giles had always imagined her to be. They had never made love when she was alive...the timing was always wrong, but that didn’t stop him from wondering what she looked like underneath the sexy clothing she often wore. And now standing before her, gazing at her delicate, shapely body, he knew he was right.

She was exquisite.

Her firm, round breasts heaved with every breath she took. Her pupils were wide with her growing desire, making her eyes even darker, and more beautiful than before. And her skin was flushed with passion, giving her a glow he had not seen in a long time.

He delved his tongue into her mouth, as he eased her down onto the couch. His kisses moved from her lips, slowly down her neck and found its’ way to her breasts, swirling around her hardening nipples. She let out a whimper of pleasure, as he brushed his teeth against the small nubs. While his mouth was busy, his hands roamed down her body, making large circles on her flat stomach. He then slid one hand under her back, as he moved the other between her quivering thighs.

She parted her legs, allowing him access to her warm, moist mound, and was pleasantly surprised at his gentle expertise. His fingers found her clitoris, taking the little button and gently rubbing it, until it began to pulse. She moaned, as he continued this wonderful torture. Jenny began to move her hips in rhythm with his strokes, arching her back slightly with every wave of pleasure.

Suddenly she cried out, in a mixture of surprise and joy, when she felt him slide his index finger into her opening. While he continued to rub her clit with his thumb, he inserted a second finger into her. He hungrily sucked at her nipples, as his fingers dance in and out of her wetness. Her body began to shake with an impending orgasm, as her breath came in short gasps. When he felt her begin to climax, Giles cupped his palm against her mound and pushed his fingers in as far as they could go. She came in an explosive moment of passion, calling out his name.

For a few moments they laid together on the couch, cuddling, and fondling each other. “I want you Rupert Giles,” Jenny said, huskily, “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

Giles was taken aback for a moment, never hearing this kind of language from her before. Then again, they had never made love before either. And yet somehow, both seemed so right at that moment. He grabbed her a little roughly and gave a wicked grin, “So,” he said with an accent few people had the ‘pleasure’ of hearing, “you want to shag?”

He kissed her hard on her lips, and pulled her close to his already hardening erection. She giggled and replied, “Oh my, Mr. Giles, I didn’t know you still had it in you? Must be a left over from your Ripper days...the good part.” He picked her up off her feet and turned her around, “The VERY good part,” she gasped, as he thrust into her.

She leaned over the couch, while he pumped slowly from behind, always keeping with the rhythm of the ticking clock in the corner. His hands fondled her breasts, rubbing the sensitive nipples, while he kissed the back of her neck. Jenny listened, as his groans of pleasure mixed with her own, and could feel him filling her...rubbing against the sensitive walls of her vagina. He alternated his pace from slow to quick, and shallow to deep, until it was more than she could bare. Then, gripping the back of the couch with her hands, she shook as another powerful orgasm swept over her body. Feeling her come beneath him, and the sudden clamping down of her muscles on his throbbing penis, fed fuel to his own fire.

“Oh, God...Jenny...yes,” he moaned, as his thrusts began to increase with speed and intensity.

Their bodies were now slick with glistening sweat, making them slippery, and increasing their pleasure. Giles moans became deeper the further he drove into her, sending her to the brink of another climax. But this time he joined her, giving the final trust that ended their torment, and gave them bliss.

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Giles awoke to the sun shining on his bed. He yawned, stretched and stood up. Normally, as with most men, he would have been greeted with a “good morning salute”, but not this time. He looked at the moist sheets and deduced the end result of that wonderful dream he had last night. He threw on a robe and headed for the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and suddenly realized that he really didn’t need it to wake up this morning. For the first time in a while he had a good night’s sleep, and felt ready to take on the day.

All thanks to one wish....and a really great dream.

The end