Willow sat on the cold floor of her friend’s dorm room. Tara had thrown a blanket on the tiles, but the chill seeped through the thin fabric. Not that the young witch minded, just being with Tara made the discomfort worth while. As the weeks went by, she found herself spending more and more time with her Wicca friend....and not only in the casting of spells. She just truly enjoyed hanging out with her.

But this time, they were getting ready to make some magic.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Willow asked, a little hesitantly, “I mean the last time we tried this spell, we almost drowned from the rain. And it took you a week to dry out your room.”

“Yeah,” Tara agreed, “but this time, I think I know what we did wrong. This time, we should be able to conjure a ‘dry’ rain.”

“Dry rain,” Willow shook her head with a smile, “now that’s an oxi-moron if I ever heard.”

“Yeah,” she giggled.

Together, they began the incantations. As tiny particles of light danced in the air, the two girls smiled with a small amount of triumph. The spell was finally working! They were going to see Dry Rain.

Suddenly, there was a crackle of thunder, and the light particles changed to droplets...that quickly turned to a downpour, causing the two witches to dash for cover in Tara’s closet. “So much for it working,” Willow giggled, wiping the water from her hair.

Tara laughed, turning on the little light she kept in her closet, “Yeah, I guess it’s gonna be another week to dry everything off.”

“Just be glad you don’t have a room mate.”

“Look at you. You’re soaked to the skin,” Tara reached for a towel, and was about to hand it to Willow, when their hands touched.

For a brief moment, Willow felt...

“It stopped raining,” Tara said, her voice was thick.

“Yeah,” Willow nodded, seeing her friend’s pupils dilate with passion, and feeling herself shake slightly, “I guess it did.”

“We should see how wet everything is.” Tara said, as they drew closer.

“Yeah.”

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. Willow felt a twinge in her heart, warming her from the chill of the rain. She pulled Tara closer to her and deepened the kiss. After a few moments, they parted, both looking a bit confused.

“Wow,” Willow sighed, “W-what was that?”

Tara looked down at the floor, overwhelmed with a sudden embarrassment, “I-I’m sorry. I-I...”

“Don’t be,” Willow smiled, “I-I mean, it must have been the spell, right?”

“You’re not....grossed out?”

Willow stood up and opened the door of the closet, “Not really. It was...nice.” she looked at her watch and gasped, “Oh, no! I can’t believe how late it is!” she turned to Tara, who was breaking out the ‘ritual’ mop, “I have to go. I promised a friend of mine, I would help him with....a project.”

Tara continued to sop up the water, not looking at her friend, “Oh? Okay, sure.”

“Well, it’s just that,” Willow explained, “it’s kinda an involved project...”

“Y-you don’t have to explain anything,” she looked up with a worried look on her face, “W-will I see you again?”

Willow smiled sweetly at her, “Yeah. Of course you will. I mean, we were so close in making dry rain, right?”

Tara finally smiled, “Yeah.”

******

Willow raced up to Giles’ door, cursing herself for being late. She practically pounded the door down with her small fist, while fixing her hair, with her free hand. Her hair was still a bit wet from the “rain” incident, even after she did a rapid blow dry on it. She hoped Giles didn’t notice, or thought she had just taken a shower. After being grilled by Buffy, when she sloshed into their room, she didn’t want to have to go through a lengthy lie again.

Especially not to Giles.

“Willow,” Giles smiled, “You look a bit frantic.”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” she rushed her reply, “I was in a study session, and it ran over, and...”

“There’s no need to explain, Luv,” he chuckled, “I fully understand that you have a life outside of...this.” he held up the Spell Book, as she entered his apartment. He noticed her slightly wet hair and cocked his head, “You’re soggy.”

“I took a shower, and my hair hasn’t dried yet,” she lied, inwardly cringing at the act. She looked at the red candles flickering on the ledges of his kitchen, “Found a spell?”

“Of sorts,” he smiled mischievously, “Yes.”

He led her into the kitchen and sat her down on the floor. She smiled a bit at that. This would be the second time she would be on a cold floor with someone she cared about. She only hoped it had nothing to do with rain.

“This spell is called ‘Sugar Plum’,” Giles explained, opening the book to the correct page, “When cast, we should be able to conjure...food items.”

“Food?” Willow looked confused, “I mean, I am kinda hungry, but what does food have to do with love spells?”

Giles gave a wiry grin, “Oh, you would be surprised.”

He reached out to slowly lift her sweater up over her head. Within a matter of moments, they had undressed one another, and sat across from each other, holding hands. Willow could still not get over how handsome her Lover looked when he was naked. She had always thought he was good looking, in a tweedish sort of way, but when he was without appall....

Giles began the spell. His soft, refined voice filled the silence of the room, and sent warm twinges down her back. She loved to hear his voice, and closed her eyes to concentrate on the words.

“ ‘Give us the gift of thought’,” Giles recited, “ ‘I call upon you, Sugar Plum Fairy, to allow us to taste your bounty’.”

When Willow opened her eyes, she felt a strange sensation sweep over her. A tingle that vibrated through out her body. Giles was looking at her with a new found hunger in his eyes. He wanted to play.

And so did she.

Then, a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream appeared out of thin air next to them, on the floor. Willow’s eyes grew wide, because that was exactly what she was thinking of at that moment. “Wow!” she gasped, “It worked. I can’t believe it. I was just thinking of wanting to eat strawberries and whipped cream, and...poof...here it is.”

“Yes,” Giles smiled, taking a large fruit from the bowl, and covering it with the fluffy cream, “So, are you still hungry?”

Willow’s heart raced, wondering what was going to happen next, “Very.”

Giles carefully fed the strawberry to her, watching her open her mouth wide to take in the sweet fruit, “Good.”

“Mmmm....” Willow muttered, licking the cream from the sides of her mouth, “That was the sweetest tasting strawberry I have had. It was wonderful.”

“It is magic,” Giles explained, as a bottle of chocolate syrup appeared next. “Now,” he instructed, “close your eyes, and lay down.”

She did as he asked, and shivered in anticipation. Suddenly she felt the cool dribble of the syrup hit her breast, making her gasp and her skin tingle. She kept her eyes closed as the line of chocolate swirled around her nipple, then made a trail down her stomach. When the trail stopped, she was tempted to open her eyes, but Giles insisted she keep them closed. He wanted her to “feel”, rather than see, what was happening.

Willow felt his soft lips and tongue touch her breast, where the line of syrup began. He slowly lapped up the chocolate, tracing the path of the sweetness, down to her stomach. She wriggled, wishing his tongue would delve further, but was slightly disappointed when it didn’t. It was then, that she opened her eyes to see Giles’ smile.

Well, she thought, two can play at that game.

She sat up, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked down at a bowl of thick, warm, sugar water. It was cherry flavored, and had a baker’s brush in it. She swirled the brush around in the sticky substance, and removed it carefully. With a wicked grin, she began to ‘paint’ Giles’ growing erection. Starting at the base, and working her way up to the tip, Willow coated his penis with the liquid candy, until it was a red as the contents of the bowl.

She then placed the brush back into the liquid and smiled coyly at him, as she lowered herself down to meet her newly created, “lolly-Giles”. She began to lick the hardening candy, enjoying the mixture of sweetness and salt. When she heard Giles groan, she knew she had succeeded in her “sweet” revenge. But her Lover was still hard, when all of the candy was licked off him.

So, Willow had another idea. She conjured up a bottle of pure honey, and began to dribble it on them both. Giles reached out and touched the honey with his hands, rubbing it all over her body. She did the same for him. They continued this until every inch of them was covered and sticky. Giles pulled her close to him, and lowered himself on her.

Their bodies stuck to each other as they moved. It was an incredible sensation as their sweat mixed with the honey. The combination of the sensations on their skin, and inside their bodies was enough to send them both over the edge.

The moment it was over, all the food they conjured, including what was on them, disappeared, leaving them only in each other’s embrace. They stayed that way for a while, enjoying the warmth of their bodies.

Finally Giles sat up, “Hmm,” he sighed, “I didn’t think all the food would vanish. You said you were hungry...”

Willow curled up in his arms, grateful that at least one spell worked that day, “Actually,” she admitted, “I’m not that hungry anymore.” She paused and smiled, “At least, not for food.”

Giles smiled and picked her up. As he carried her to the bedroom, a light wind blew across the kitchen floor, turning the pages of the book.

When the breeze died down, the pages stopped flipping and settled. Facing up to the ceiling were the words to another spell...

“Faces of Love”