Part 6
"Oh god," Willow groaned. Her eyes wouldn't open, her body wouldn't respond to her brain's requests to get up.
The morning sun peeped through the curtains covering the French doors that led to the terrace. Shafts of light and dust partially lit one side of the room. It hurt her eyes, so she closed them and considered drifting off to sleep again. The blankets were warm, and she felt cozy and safe.
Then a thought stuck her, where was she? Her mind shook off the lethargy, and suddenly she was fully awake. Ethan... She was still at Ethan's hotel room, "This is bad."
Sitting up she stretched her arms out, and the blanket fell away from her body. Stopping in mid yawn, she suddenly realized she had no clothes on, "Oh, this is very bad."
From what she remembered from last night, Willow wondered if she wasn't still dreaming and had actually slept with Giles and Ethan, "I couldn't have, I just didn't. Did I?"
Looking around she discovered she was right in the middle of the bed, and her clothes were lying folded on a chair. 'How did I get here?' she thought. 'I remember drinking... falling... Oh Goddess, did I ask them to have sex with me?'
Diving under the blankets, she tried to hide from the feelings of
embarrassment. Oh God, if she did... and if Giles thought... and what did she say last night? It was all a blur to her. She did remember getting out of the car, going to have dinner, and they... they... Shaking her head, she tried to think of what happened, "They kissed my hands, we had wine... I asked them to have sex with me. Oh man..." what she wanted to do was bury herself under the bed.
"Willow?" Giles called, coming in with a breakfast tray.
"Go away," she cried. "I'm not decent." Boy, was that an
understatement.
"Nonsense, you're very decent and, I assure you, untouched," Giles set the tray on the dresser. "Come out, I have a surprise for you."
"I'm naked," came the muffled reply.
Giles smiled, "Naked Willow eh?" he teased.
Willow peeked out from under the blanket, "You said untouched right? Then how did I get out of my clothes?"
"Ethan and I took them off to make you comfortable, and I assure you we were perfect gentlemen."
"But you saw everything..."
Giles pulled the blankets down to reveal her head, "Yes I did. And shame on you for hiding from me. I think you're beautiful," he said it right out loud and was rewarded by a gorgeous blush from her.
"D-did you say beautif - I mean breakfast? Really? Great, I'm starved," Willow tried to remain calm.
"And a surprise," he got up and fetched the tray from the dresser. He was wearing a white shirt and pale blue jeans that hugged his body in interesting places. She was sitting up with the blanket around her chest, smiling shyly when he turned around.
Breakfast consisted of orange juice, a bowl of strawberries and cream, and two large, buttery croissants. Pulling off a metal cover, Giles revealed more food, with a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs and two strips of thick sliced bacon, "Too much to eat?"
"No way, I'm starving. I feel like I've been running all night," Giles laughed as she tucked into her food.
"Hello, Sleeping Beauty," Ethan called from the doorway, "Good to see you awake finally. Ripper and I have been awake for hours," the two men looked at each other meaningfully.
She beamed at him while taking large bites of the croissants. Ethan had never seen such an unselfconscious woman as Willow was in the morning. She woke up as beautiful as she fell asleep and wasn't worried about her mussed hair or no makeup. Staring at her, he wanted to make sure she stayed in bed most of the day.
"How do you feel?" Ethan asked before his body betrayed his need of her.
"Confused. But really good," she smiled at him warmly, accepting his presence as much as she accepted Giles'.
"Confusion is good," Ethan replied. "Have you given her present yet?"
"I haven't had a chance."
"Well get to it, we have a busy day," with that as his parting phrase, Ethan left the room.
"Giles, why are we friends with Ethan all of a sudden?"
Giles coughed, "He's behaving."
"So you think that spending the night, undressing me while I'm asleep and waking up to a surprise is behaving?"
Willow quite obviously felt this was very strange. In fact, Ethan seemed to be more like Giles, all happy and romantic and without his usual cynicism.
She felt she was on the verge of figuring out what was happening. But the feeling passed as Giles smiled at her again.
"Let today happen, Willow. That's all I ask," his voice was kind, and
entreating.
"Okay," but something was still bothering her, "Did I um...ask... um did you say... Um..."
"Yes?"
"Did I ask you guys to have sex with m...me?"
Giles tenderly put his hand to the side of her face, "Yes you did. How do you feel about that?"
"Embarrassed," Willow flushed.
"Don't be, we were very flattered and more than willing to comply with your wishes."
Her insides quivered, this was something she didn't expect, "Um... I think I must still be dreaming-girl."
"No, you're awake. But," he put his finger to her lips, "We didn't do
anything. And won't unless you say so." Honesty was a good way to start out this day, and Giles was going to try to keep to that.
"You want to with me?" Willow was floored. Here was an older man, a man she respected, called a good friend, and had romantic feelings for, and here he was saying that he'd like to sleep with her. Giles nervously waited for her to get angry or disgusted. Despite last night, he still didn't want to scare her, "I... I don't know what to say," she said at last.
"Say yes!" Ethan yelled from the living room.
Willow and Giles both started laughing, "It makes me shy," Willow said, quietly.
"I like it when you're shy. But, if you don't finish your breakfast, there will be nothing we could do but stay in bed all day, and as much as Ethan might like it, I have some adventures planned. Your present is on the chair," Giles pointed to the clothes that lay
there.
Willow nodded vigorously and downed the last of her orange juice. Things were getting stranger and stranger, but maybe her dreams, especially those of last night, were coming true.
"Get dressed, we'll wait for you out there."
Giles walked out of the room, and right into Ethan, "Bloody hell. Why didn't you come back in?"
"I wanted to know if she was... accepting?" Giles shot him an angry look. Ethan was clearly enjoying this.
"I know you're going to tell me this isn't a game. But listen, Ripper, Willow is your friend, not a stranger," Ethan paused, "and quite frankly you two have a rapport that I envy."
Giles stared out the window, watching the sailboats tack against the wind. Yes, it was true. He'd known Willow a long time, and they did share a secure friendship. But this was unknown territory, "I can't believe you envy me."
"Well I don't believe it either."
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Part 7
Willow watched them from the doorway. She'd slipped into the new pair of jeans and a cashmere sweater that had been laid out for her.
Watching Giles and Ethan talk between together, Willow realized she was carrying a lot of envy. The relationship they had, and the ease of which they talked and fought, showed a great deal of love and respect as well as a smidgen of hatred. Would she be the link between them? 'Could they love me?' she asked herself.
'And yet what about Oz?' He was never far from her mind. When he left he
took her world with him. Slowly but surely, she was wasting away and didn't know how to stop it. It was only a matter of time before she would have disappeared altogether. Willow's heart was broken and not even time would have repaired it. But then Giles smiled at her, and Ethan suggested all sorts of seductive adventures, and she found herself not wanting the pain the Oz brought, but the promise Ethan and Giles implied.
"I'm going to do this," she whispered to herself, "Only please don't let me love them too much."
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Ethan poured himself and orange juice, "If you don't let Ripper come out and play, I just might have to provoke you."
"If I remember correctly, you provoked me enough this morning. I may not have the energy for tonight," Giles answered, smiling.
Willow chose that moment to walk into the living room, "What's tonight?"
Ethan put his glass down, "Fun and games," he answered kissing her hand. "My you look lovely this morning, doesn't she Ripper?"
"Incredible," Giles stated. Willow blushed, he was using his "velvet voice" and she got all tingly.
"Ready to go?"
"Oh, are we going home?" she asked sadly.
Giles smiled and Ethan cleared his throat. "No," Giles held out his hand, "Ethan has this morning planned, and I took this evening. We have no commitments yes? So lets go."
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Willow was soon bundled into the back of a hotel limousine, sitting opposite the two men. Ethan chose this form of transportation because if he was driving he couldn't see her face. She blushed some more, enjoying the attention.
They arrived at the door of a large house surrounded by trees and acres of gardens. Both Willow and Giles looked at Ethan quizzically, "You'll see," was all he said, with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
Once inside, a butler took their coats and escorted them into a sitting room, where they were enfolded by the delightful scents of chamomile, jasmine and eucalyptus, "This my dears, is *the* most expensive spa in California," Ethan announced with a flourish.
Expecting more than the quizzical looks he got from them, he continued with an anticipatory grin, "Well, what do you think?"
"Well I was expecting something more.. more Ethan-ish?" Giles grimaced.
"So, I veered from the normal. But this is different, yes?"
"I think it's very... spa-ish," Willow agreed.
Before they could relax, their escorts came out and they were separated. The men went to one side of the house and Willow to another.
First there was a facial, followed by a salt scrub for Willow. The masseuse rubbed great quantities of sea salt into her skin, and when she washed it off, Willow's skin felt soft and new. The next specialist combed essential oils into her hair and wrapped it up in a fluffy towel. Then with another towel wrapped around her, she was sent to the sauna.
Giles and Ethan were having an equally good time. First they were treated to a mud bath. While they were suspended in liquid goo, soft music played from another room. Giles felt himself relax, Ethan's feelings playing at the edges of his psyche. Searching out with his mind, he was aware of Willow somewhere in the house. Giles felt her thoughts and emotions as well. It soothed Giles so much he almost fell asleep.
The moist heat hit Willow in the face as soon as the door was opened. There were long rows of wooden benches all tiered around a large brazier of gray rocks. A bucket with a dipper stood beside it. Willow was left with directions to pour water every so often on the hot rock to create steam, and not to spend too long inside.
Lying down on the bench she gradually felt drowsy from the heat, and closed her eyes. In her dreams, she was being kissed and caressed by loving hands and lips. It caused in her a wonderful feeling of lightness. As she floated on waves of pleasure and stimulation, Willow realized she was not sleeping and the man kissing her was Giles. She was surprised at first, but she could taste Giles' desire for her on his lips, so she kissed back. He lifted his head, "I couldn't help myself," he whispered, "Do you mind?"
"No," she replied breathlessly, "Please kiss me again." It wasn't just the steam that was making her feel deliciously warm.
"Not so fast, Ripper," Ethan interrupted, "If you please, sweet lady, may I also taste of your tender lips?" he was trying to be gallant, Willow giggled.
"You may partake of me," she answered loftily. Ethan's mouth softly covered hers and sent her mind reeling. 'So much for younger men.' she thought. While Oz's kisses were baby soft, these were filled with implied sexuality.
She leaned back against Ethan while Giles rubbed her feet, "Tired yet?" Giles asked.
"Um... well, I could use a nap," The steam was making her more than drowsy.
Willow was enfolded in the passion of the two men caressing her.
Ethan folded his arms over her. His skin was hot, his chest hair tickled her neck. Giles' hands worked on her feet, and she felt calm and sleepy.
"No nap I'm afraid, time for lunch," Giles said, giving her leg a pat, "Can't stay in here forever."
"Why not?" Willow asked, sleepily
"Because love, we'll end up like prunes," Ethan said, planting a kiss on her neck.
"Pruuunes," she caroled. "Pruuunes."
Giles pulled her to her feet, kissing her deeply while Ethan held her up. Letting her breathe, he abruptly let her go. The feel of her and the heat of the steam made his passion for her evident, and there was still the rest of the day to get through.
"But I like the smoochies," Willow protested as Ethan propelled her towards the door.
"You do?" Giles asked.
Ethan chuckled, "Ripper is waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it won't will it love?"
"No it won't," she pointed to her feet, "See, shoeless."
They laughed as they were escorted to a solarium where a table stood in the middle of a hazy sunbeam. They fed on chicken salad and whole grain bread served with fresh fruit. Cold iced tea, with slices of lemon floating at the top, were constantly being refilled. They talked as if time had stopped and they had been friends forever.
With lunch out of the way, Willow was hustled off to another part of the house where she snoozed as they made her up and styled her hair. It was hours before they had her ready. As she walked down the staircase, the first thing she saw was Ethan adjusting the bow-tie on Giles' tux. They were gorgeous, and she gasped drawing attention to her.
They both looked up and smiled broadly. Willow was dressed in another
present, a "little black dress" of velvet, throwing into prominence her creamy skin. Giles felt a little weak in the knees seeing her like this, and he felt the rush of Ethan's arousal due to the bond they shared via the spell.
"Easy old boy, we have much of this night to go," he whispered into Giles' ear.
Standing in front of them she turned in a full circle, her eyes sparkling, "I think I left Willow upstairs."
"Nonsense you are merely more yourself than ever before," Giles handed her a red rose, and Ethan clasped a pearl necklace around her neck.
"More presents? For me?" She glanced at herself in the hallway mirror, "I- I- Um... I look different."
Ethan put on her coat, "You look good enough to eat," Stressing the "eat".
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Part 8
The restaurant that Giles picked had only one table, "They're booked for weeks, since they only serve one party at a time."
"We're a party?" Willow asked.
"That we are," he replied kissing her on the nose.
The meal was cooked, served, and taken away without comment from the three of them. They were more interested in talking than eating. Throughout dinner either Giles or Ethan constantly touched Willow. Once, during dessert, she had them fighting to give her spoonfuls of chocolate cream.
The lights around the patio where they ate were dimmed and the candlelight made interesting shadows on the table. Ethan teased one of the shadows to make a shape of a small rabbit. Willow laughed, "Show me?"
"Oh that's a simple spell, Love. I don't give away many of my secrets."
Giles touched her face, "But when he does? Make sure you dodge the results."
"That's enough of teasing Ethan," he said, referring himself in the third person. Standing up he took Willow's hand, "Care to dance? We can leave Old Stuffy Ripper to watch."
Despite his elegant appearance, Giles stuck his tongue out at him, "Careful, Ripper, I might ask you to use that later. Come, my sweet," Ethan laughingly commanded.
Giles watched them move together on the floor. Ethan held her lightly but close to him and they glided together in fluid motion. Idly he wondered what it would be like to watch them make love. He would have attacked them in the limousine going to dinner if he'd had time. Giles knew that Ethan had been as perpetually excited as he since
leaving the spa.
Looking at Willow now, she seemed very different from the sad creature they had dinner with last night. There was a fullness to her face, where last night she was gaunt and more withdrawn. Giles smiled when he thought of how anxious he'd been last night when Ethan told
him they'd have to be intimate with her. Now, it would be a pleasure.
"Bloody hell," he mumbled shifting in his seat, as his erection became uncomfortable.
The bond the three of them shared was keeping them in a constant state of arousal. Willow could hardly concentrate with Giles' eyes on her and Ethan holding her. A rush of pleasurable aches coursed through her whenever Ethan tickled her palm with his finger. Holding her like this and dancing close was also creating a considerable erection, and when he held her tight she felt it against her.
"Willow," he breathed in her ear. "You truly look lovely."
"Ethan, I want you too," she whispered back.
He chuckled, "Obvious aren't I?"
Willow blushed, and bowed her head. Ethan lifted her chin up, "This is real power, my sweet. Never be afraid of it."
As the song ended, he kissed her lips gently and she opened her mouth to him. She tasted like buttercream and felt just as soft. Their tongues played, retreated and teased. Ethan was surprised at how well she kissed, knowing that she'd been with very few men.
"May I cut in?" Giles stated tapping Ethan on the shoulder.
Ethan didn't want to let her go - the bond causing him to be a little bit possessive. However, Willow moved into Giles' arms, and Ethan had to sit down or dance without a partner.
Another slow song started, the music coming from an unseen band, and they moved as one on the brick terrace.
"A-are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, hesitantly.
"Yes, its good having smoochies of my own instead of envying Buffy for hers."
Giles smiled again and pulled her closer. She felt his hardness through the fabric of her dress, "Um, Giles?"
"Yes, love?"
"Do you really want me?" She was anxious for the answer. His body betrayed him, but his mind was his own, she thought. Actually, she didn't realize her mind was linked with Giles and Ethan's in a slow dance of emotion and thoughts. Willow felt her thoughts of desire were all her own. Little did she know her emotions were fueled by the two men. This added to her confusion.
"If I said yes, would you be upset?"
"No, I've always... um... well, you see ever since..." This was difficult for her. How do you tell your friend that you want him, want him badly? It didn't help that he was rubbing his lips and face against her cheek, and that his sex was pressing against her urgently.
"When I saw you in the library, and you were with Buffy and there was
smilies, and Xander walked in and you hugged me when you thought I was a vampire, and..."
Giles kissed her to stem the tide of her words. When they pulled apart she was silent, "I want to make love to you," he said simply. Her insides fluttered and jerked, causing her to ache down to her toes.
"What about Ethan?" she asked. Giles looked at her quizzically. "I... I...I want him too. Is that wrong?"
"Love, I don't mind at all. Ethan is slightly more than a friend of mine."
"And I like you both," she finished.
"I've heard that before," Giles chuckled. Willow rolled her eyes and giggled.
Ethan came up behind her and hugged them both making a human sandwich with Willow in the middle, "I thought I heard my name come up," he said, running his hands down her sides, "I've paid the bill if you two want to go."
"Go?" Willow asked, forlornly.
"Well the limousine is a bit more private then the dance floor," there was an invitation lingering within Ethan's words.
"I'll race ya," she said, slipping out of their grasp, walking quickly towards the entrance.
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Part 9
Willow sat between Giles and Ethan on the back seat, their coats thrown on the seat in front of them. Ethan was idly kissing her on the neck and ear, while Giles buried his face in her hair, "Mmm, you smell nice."
She sighed and closed her eyes, letting the two men caress her. Ethan's hand slowly slipped down her body until it rested just above her knee. He rubbed her smooth leg and inched his way up to her inner thigh. There was no resistance to his movements, and he wanted so much to touch her intimate spots and to hear her breath quicken. It didn't matter if he was satisfied right now, this moment for her.
Giles dragged his mouth down to her neck and began kissing her collarbone, with occasional bites to her earlobe. Willow's breath caught as he gently touched the sweet curve of her breast, "Love," he murmured, "you're just as soft as I imagined you would be."
Continuing his exploration, Ethan moved further up her leg until his fingers were resting against the silk of her lingerie. Softly he stroked her sex through the thin fabric, up and down until she was squirming under his touch. This was only the beginning of Willow's
sweet torture.
Pushing the silk aside, he first touched the downy hairs that hid her from him. Ethan glanced across to Giles who had captured her mouth in a deep kiss. Ethan dipped his finger into her sex parting her lips slightly. There he found her clitoris already swollen. Touching it gently elicited a sound from Willow that Ethan had wanted to hear so much during these last two days. She moaned into Giles' mouth again and again.
Giles accepted these small tokens from her gladly and returned her moans with more caresses to her body. Their tongues played together, feelings concentrated in one kiss. Giles wanted what Ethan did, to love and be loved by this girl. Perhaps it was the spell-bond between them or real feelings coming to the surface, he didn't know but it felt natural and right. "Touch me," he whispered, putting her hand on his erection.
Willow touched him shyly at first, then began caressing him more boldly feeling the length of his hardness. Her eyes widened in surprise, "Y-you're huge."
"Ripper has always had a talent in that area," Ethan chuckled. Willow
sighed, and continued to rub her hand along the length of him, closing her eyes and imagining what it would be like to have him inside her.
Ethan's fingers were coaxing little bursts of pleasure that surged through her body. With every flick across her clitoris, the feeling became stronger. She was open to him, her legs spreading wider to allow him access. Ethan slipped a finger into her wet cleft while
keeping his thumb firmly on her sex. While Giles cupped her breast with one hand, his thumb slowly twirled her nipple into hardness.
The aches that filled her body suddenly soared through her and she orgasmed, lifting her body off the seat before settling down into a series of little quakes and shivers. Both men were smiling at the spectacle she created, enjoying her climax as much as she did.
Ethan kissed her on the neck, "That was lovely my dear, truly lovely," he said as he brought his damp fingers up to his nose, "Your scent clings to me."
Blushing, Willow bowed her head. She wanted to say so much but could only sigh.
"Ripper, she has the most delightful scent," Ethan extended his hand to Giles who held it up to his face.
Inhaling deeply Giles sighed and then took Ethan's fingers into his mouth tasting her and Ethan at the same time. Willow almost came again as she stared at Giles sucking greedily on Ethan's hand, "Hmm, she tastes wonderful, as well," he remarked, winking at her.
Ethan bent towards Giles and kissed him. It was a gentle kiss that shocked Willow to her toes. 'This is how it is between them,' she thought, not realizing men could kiss like that.
When their kiss ended they turned as one to Willow, their tongues and mouths melding together. Hands roamed all over her body until she felt she was just nothing but her skin and its sensations. The taste of them filled her mouth.
When the limousine stopped, they all slowly sank back in their seats. Willow felt a sense of sadness, thinking that their time together was over and Giles would now take her home. "Willow love, what's wrong? Giles asked
"Time to go?" she asked.
"We're going back to Ethan's." Giles said, kissing the tip of her nose.
Willow's face brightened, "We are?"
Ethan leaned over and gave her a quick kiss, "Yes, for some unknown reason, we want you in bed," he teased.
"And not for sleeping either," Giles chimed in.
Willow tried to adjust her dress as she stepped out of the car. It had bunched up around her hips, and she tugged at it. Of course she didn't watch herself as she stepped out and pitched forward into Giles' arms. Smiling he gathered her up in his arms and carried her into the hotel with Ethan in tow.
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Part 10
They managed to shock the elevator operator by alternately trading kisses. When Ethan kissed Giles, open-mouthed with Willow in the middle, the elevator came to a sudden stop at their floor. Giles went out first, while Ethan goosed the operator as they exited.
Once inside, they wasted no time. Ethan was engaged in kissing Willow, while Giles was behind her slowly unzipping her dress. Breaking the kiss, she danced out of their grasp smiling.
"Love?" Giles asked, confused.
"Hey, now I've put on a show for you, time to do your thing for me," she sat down the couch, trying to pull up the sides of her dress.
"Ripper, after you," Ethan gestured, "How do you want us to start love?"
She thought for a moment, "Giles, could you undress Ethan?"
The sides of his mouth curved into a wicked grin, "Certainly my sweet, anything special?"
"Now Ripper don't do anything I wouldn't do," Ethan said, nervously.
"I intend to do everything you would do and more," Giles purred, "You
wouldn't want to spoil Willow's fun now would you?" Giles ran his hand down Ethan's arm and brought Ethan's hand to his mouth kissing the fingers.
"I am beginning to regret letting Ripper loose," said Ethan.
Giles laughed evilly and pulled Ethan's bow tie off in one fluid motion. The tiny button of his collar went flying off into the darkness, "Careful, this is a rental."
"Coward."
"You know me well," The rest of his words were cut off by Giles' mouth on his, sucking greedily on Ethan's tongue. They remained locked together while Giles peeled the evening jacket and shirt from Ethan's body.
The effect on Willow was enormously erotic. She sat on the edge of the couch licking her lips and rubbing her hands together. Through the spell-bond, she could feel the excitement running through Ethan's body and the anticipation in Giles'. The salt of Ethan's dinner was on her tongue and the sweat of Giles' hands lingered on her skin. Blood pulsed and pounded through her body every time they kissed.
Ethan's chest was bare, and Giles nuzzled at his nipples. Moaning, Ethan took a swaying step back as if the sensations were causing his knees to bend.
After placing a long swiping kiss on the nape of Ethan's neck, Giles knelt before him unbuttoning his trousers. As much as they wanted Willow, they wanted each other too
Ethan's cock sprang free as his pants fell to the floor, "Ethan," Giles gasped.
"It's been a long time Rupert," Ethan's voice held a note of sadness.
"It has indeed," Giles whispered as he blew on Ethan's cock slightly. It bobbled a bit in response and Ethan realized he'd stopped breathing, waiting for the moment when Giles would touch him.
Willow, observing from the couch, was fascinated by this display. She was being let into a world that no one in Sunnydale even knew existed. Her eyes welled up when they looked into each other's eyes with such emotion. It broke her heart to know that they could have had a life together if time and circumstance hadn't come between them. Willow was grateful to the fates that brought them together here and now.
Giles suddenly took Ethan into his mouth, "Uhh, Ru-Rupert," Ethan moaned.
The taste of him filled Giles' mouth with a salty tang. He knew the way Ethan liked to be touched and loved. As he ran his tongue down the side of his cock from tip to base, Giles felt Ethan's surge of emotion.
Watching Ethan's penis disappear into Giles' mouth, Willow was surprised that both men seemed to be quite well endowed. When she stroked him in the limousine she had realized how large Giles was. However, it was the thought that Ethan and Giles had been lovers in
the past that moved her deeply. The depths to these men constantly amazed her. Oz had been complex in his own thoughts, but predictable in his actions.
She realized that she'd been comparing them, and Oz did not come out so favorably.
Giles swirled his tongue on the tip of Ethan's cock before engulfing it to the root. This kind of teasing was causing Ethan to moan softly, his breath catching in a series of grunts. Still breathing heavily, Ethan looked over to Willow gazing into her eyes. He could see the love there multiplied by the lust made plain by the look on her face.
"Rupert," Ethan cupped his hand on either side of Giles' face drawing him to his feet.
Kissing him tenderly, Ethan knew it would be very easy to fall in love with the ex-watcher again. Maturity brought a certain amount of simplicity to their relationship. The words hung on his lips, then the moment passed as Giles glanced over to Willow, who sat looking at them, her eyes shining.
He extended his hand, bringing her into the embrace, completing the circle. Ethan's feelings automatically enveloped Willow as the three of them held each other.
"I think Giles is too dressed up," Willow whispered to Ethan.
"Very astute of you. I think perhaps we should take some of his
clothes off?"
Ethan asked, almost purring.
Giles stepped back, "I'm all yours."
His jacket came off first, followed by his tie and shirt. Willow struggled a bit with his trouser buttons before she took them all the way off. Both men stood side by side sporting twin erections. She felt a bit shy and bowed her head, blushing.
The thought of both of them enjoying her was making her nervous. He could feel something tugging around/at the spell-bond. "Love, you don't have to be shy around us."
"I, I don't know what to do next. I want..."
Ethan pulled her close sandwiching her between them, "What do you want?" He asked.
"I want both of you," she whispered.
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