Part 11
Giles held her tightly, "It's all right Love, we wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
Willow smiled, knowing that anything that happened would happen out of love and not fear. Stepping away from them, she walked over to the door of the second bedroom, the one she used last night. They watched her progress with interest as she carefully shrugged out of her dress and bra. Clad only in panties, nylons, and high-heels, she motioned for them to follow her.
Standing in the middle of her room, Willow took off her shoes and stepped out of the nylons. Giles hooked his thumbs on either side of her panties and pulled them off as well, "Lay down, my love, please?" His voice was low and hoarse.
Ethan pulled her onto the bed and lay beside her, Giles parted her legs and kissed his way up her leg to the triangle of hair that covered her sex.
Licking the soft folds of her lips, he slipped the tip of his finger gently inside her. Then he darted his tongue into her wetness, connecting with her sensitive clitoris.
"Oh... p-please," she moaned.
Ethan kissed her neck and collarbone, until finally taking one of her nipples into his mouth nipping it gently, while his hand caressed her hip and abdomen. Willow felt weightless, her body no longer had form but only pleasure. Simultaneously, she could feel Ethan's arousal pulling at her mind and Giles' arousal saturating her loins. This was the spell-bond intensifying the arousal of all of them at once.
Giles' finger went inside her a bit further, and he found that by brushing up against the walls of her sex would cause her to elicit a series of wonderful coos and sighs. Keeping up the stimulation to her sex, Giles alternately sucked, flicked, and twirled it with his tongue. A powerful feeling rushed over Willow as her orgasm crashed over them. Ethan covered her mouth with his, savoring her as Giles positioned himself above her. While she was experiencing the after effects of her last orgasm, Giles entered her, pushing her body over into another intense climax.
This is what Giles craved, to be inside her physically as well as mentally.
As she came again, Giles felt her pleasure wash over him, and could hear the groans of Ethan's orgasm as Willow's passion flowed over him as well. The spell-bond created a powerful connection between them.
The bond was also causing Willow to feel what Giles was experiencing as her sex ruffled against his cock, as well as the intense orgasm Ethan felt as he jerked and quaked beside her.
Finally she reached the limit her body could sustain and screamed their names as she climaxed. Giles also shouted as he pumped into her faster - his passion over taking him as well.
Collapsing over her, he rolled to one side exhausted, noticing that Willow was still shivering and catching her breath. Ethan was already unconscious, his penis limp and damp. Giles leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on the lips of an already sleeping Willow before he too relaxed in sleep. Before he began dreaming, he felt the spell-bond stretch to a breaking point.
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Part 12
The moon littered the bedroom with speckles of light. It wasn't hard to imagine the whole world asleep then. The quiet of the night descended slowly like fog. When Willow awoke, for a moment she forgot where she was. Then remembering last night, she smiled and sighed. On either side of her were Giles and Ethan so deeply asleep, she could barely hear them breathing.
Their arms were draped over her body, holding her gently in their sleep. Smiling, she touched Giles on the face thinking that no man could look so handsome as he did in his sleep. Then she turned and brushed a wayward lock of Ethan's hair way from his forehead thinking that he looked just as wonderful as Giles did.
Easing herself over Ethan, Willow crawled out of the bed trying to be as quiet as she could. The events of the last 24 hours swirled in her mind. Never would she be able to think of Giles as just-a-friend anymore. Her fondest were coming true; he'd made love to her.
Gazing at the sleeping men, she realized she'd never felt as safe or as loved before. Oz thoughts and the constant ache they brought were very far away now. When she searched her heart, she found it that it was overflowing with love.
With a spring to her step, she walked into the bathroom and turned the tap on the large jacuzzi. The water filling and swirling hypnotized her. Willow suddenly thought that it was how her mind had been until last night, confused and jumbled. That aimless, lost feeling she'd had was gone.
As she sank into the warm water, and rested her head on the side of the tub, she didn't realize how relaxed she already was. Making love had eased away the stress; being loved had taken away her lassitude.
'Giles,' she thought, for he was never far from her mind. It didn't occur to her that Giles would want her as a lover, he'd been so distant from her since Oz had come into her life. And Ethan, Willow was surprised at the amount of tenderness he'd shown her. Loving him was just as easy as loving Giles.
"Ahem."
Her eyes snapped open. Speak of the devil, there was Ethan leaning against the doorjamb naked and half-hard. He looked entirely too comfortable with his nudity, and Willow automatically tried to cover herself.
"Too late for that love," Ethan laughed, "God, you're beautiful."
Willow bowed her head blushing, "And you're even more adorable when you blush," he added.
Lifting her eyes a bit, she looked at his body. Still lean and slightly tan, he showed little of his age. His chest was broad and sprinkled with brownish-grayish chest hair; his stomach was flat and ripply all the way down to his... penis.
"I take it you approve?" he asked. She nodded shyly. "No need for shyness my sweet after all we've done."
She giggled, squeezed her eyes shut and suddenly way too giddy for this. Ethan produced a vial of orange colored liquid. Popping the cork off he poured the contents in the water slowly, "What's that?" She asked.
Ethan couldn't tell her it was the last parts of a spell he now wished would last for a lifetime. He'd been trying to figure out a way to mix it with the quantities of water it required. It seemed she had the perfect solution, literally and figuratively.
"It's sweet orange water. Although you're sweet enough as it is," he stepped into the warm water, "May I join you?"
"Sure, water's free and the bath's included."
He dipped under the water kissing his way up her body until he was at her mouth. Their tongues met and melded as he lay partly on top of her, his erection pushing against her leg. A rush of heat flowed through her as his kisses burned into her mind.
"Mmm," he moaned, touching her breast, "Do you like this?"
"Kiss me again," she whispered, pulling him down to her. Ethan relented knowing he would never be able to deny her anything.
He reached down between them and parted her legs brushing her sex with his hand in the process, "I want you," he said, his lips teasing hers, "Let me?"
"Please," she answered, "I want... Ohhhh.," she never finished her thought, Ethan had parted her sex, and slowly slid his cock inside her.
"My, my, aren't you nice and warm?" He moved out and plunged into her again, "Almost too tight."
Willow trembled, his words were having an odd effect on her. Every time he spoke, his voice would curl around her sex and cause it to throb with sharp passion.
Ethan misinterpreted this to mean pain and stopped, "Did I hurt you?"
His words were unexpectedly kind and gentle. Never in his life had he ever cared what he was doing to the woman, only concerned with his pleasure. But, the thought of hurting Willow was almost agony.
"No," she curled her legs around him, forcing him deeper inside her, "You feel-g-goddess... ohh... I mean g-good," Willow tried to get the words out between the delicious thrusts of Ethan's hips.
It was the gentle splashing of the water that woke Giles. When he came into the bathroom, he saw Ethan on top of Willow steadily pounding into her. In the haze of arousal, she turned her head and suddenly came out of the moment, "G...Giles... I... I."
"Shh my love," he knelt beside the tub and kissed Ethan softly. Then kissing her forehead, he continued., "Ethan knows what to do."
Ethan pushed her steadily towards their mutual orgasms. With Giles' mouth on hers and Ethan inside her, she felt filled with pleasure. The ache grew and waned, grew and waned until the ache became sharper and more-and more-and more....
She cried out shaking and jerking. Ethan grunted and cried out his orgasm as well. Giles kissed her, until the ache grew and she cried out loudly again.
The next thing she was aware of, was being on her feet and the two men toweling her off. Giles began rubbing silky lotion onto her skin. He would give her furtive kisses then rub more of the liquid in. Ethan supported her, while Giles massaged her body. Willow didn't think it was possible to feel anything else. Her limbs felt heavy and her muscles, languid. It was a wonderful kind of calmness that comes from pushing yourself to the limit of your capacity.
Ethan kissed his way up her damp skin to capture her mouth in a tender kiss, his breath caressing her face, "Are you tired, my sweet?" he asked.
She couldn't answer because Giles was also kissing her with open-mouthed passion. The soothing attentions of the two men were making her very sleepy. Giles picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and lay down beside her. Ethan spooned himself on her other side covering them with a sheet and then a blanket.
"I love you both," Willow whispered into the darkness.
The spell that had kept them enfolded in a wonderful haze of love and arousal broke just then, and Ethan felt it first. Willow's love fell away from him like dust. Sadly, he forced himself to say the words that would bring an end to this, "The goddess has been evoked."
It was left to Giles to say what would bring an end to their little bit of
paradise, "S-so mote it be."
A cold feeling of emptiness descended on Giles. It was painful to say the words. The love he'd shared with them was over, and he was alone once again.
The spell broke away from them completely, and the two men held her silently. Thus cocooned between the men she loved, Willow slept deeply for the first time in months, blissfully unaware of what had happened.
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Part 13
When he thought Willow was sleeping deeply, Giles slowly eased himself off the bed. Her even breathing indicated that she was unlikely to wake any time soon. Throwing on one of the hotel robes, he stepped out into the living room, hoping not to wake Ethan with his movements.
Giles wanted to be alone. The sadness he felt was overwhelming. He wanted very badly to say he loved Willow after her spoken confession that broke the spell. However, when Willow wanted an affirmation of her love, he didn't say anything. "Stupid, stupid," he mumbled.
He'd made up his mind, when Jenny had died, not to love anyone until his ghastly Watcher duties were over and he could return to a normal life. Resolving not to involve himself in the lives of his Slayer and her friends, he went against his promise to himself and become involved. Willow was young, and could be easily swayed by an older "experienced" man, Giles surmised.
Some part of Giles wanted to believe that in the morning the situation would be normal, and he, Ethan, and Willow would be just as they were two days ago.
He couldn't admit to himself that his love for her was real and had been creeping up on him daily. Ethan only completed what time had started.
The moonlight streamed through the terrace windows, bathing the room in an misty white light. Giles shivered, a chill had settled in the room along with a hollow silence. The spell was broken, and it felt unnatural... lonely. Giles sighed, for a while he'd basked in the glory of Willow's love.
He flopped down on the couch thinking things were impossibly confused. Giles loved her and wanted her and was even willing to share her with Ethan, but couldn't be sure of their feelings. Knowledge was comfort; this situation was like flying without a plane. What confused him was that he wanted her and their lovemaking satisfied his lust. However the guilt was there and very real.
It was the guilt that consumed him. Sure he'd done his duty by her, but Giles couldn't deny any longer that he wish Oz would go away so that part of Willow's life could be his. Thus the confusion. Did he somehow wish her pain so that he could "save" her?
"Oh God, I don't know how I feel," he mumbled pulling his hands through his hair. Looking out the patio door at the weave and weft of the ocean in the slight breeze, Giles wondered what Ethan and Willow were dreaming about. He couldn't feel their thoughts and desires anymore. But Giles knew that Ethan's insecurities lingered inside him and that Willow's faith in them was strong. Consequently, they knew that he wanted to love and to be loved.
Hearing a noise, Giles quickly turned towards the bedroom; Ethan was standing there,
wearing a robe and a wry smile, "Something wrong Rupert?" he said, coming to stand beside the couch.
Something wrong? Of course there was something wrong, "I feel like crap, and its your fault."
"You have regrets," Ethan had plenty of them himself. He felt he was trapped by Giles and Willow, and couldn't run if someone strapped a rocket on his back. He was well and truly caught, 'And couldn't be happier about it,' he thought.
"What have we done?" Giles asked.
Ethan sat on the couch, his hands behind his head, "We've saved her life for one thing..." Giles impatiently waved him off. "Come on old boy, we did what we had to do." Ethan continued.
"Necessity," Giles snorted, "I feel empty and guilty."
"Rupert, what's done is done. We go on and reap the rewards," Ethan didn't want to wheeze on about it. He was accepting his love for Willow easier than Giles was. It was natural, and he didn't have the same things to lose as Giles. After all, Ethan wasn't attached to anyone, "Let's go back in there and shag our brains out. She's more than willing."
"Don't you feel anything Ethan?" Giles angrily turned away, "Oh that's right, you've got your piece. Now it's over, time to run away."
"Oh sod off, Ripper. Do you see me running? Why are you pushing us away?"
He shook his head annoyed that Ethan always got the best of him, "Us?" he asked, noticing that Ethan was mocking him with his smile.
Ethan was getting impatient, Giles' guilt was making this difficult. It wouldn't do any good for Giles to deny that he loved Willow, and quite possibly himself. He put his arm around Giles' shoulders, "You and I have something in common, Willow. We should be fucking her rotten, love. Why fight it?"
"Because it's wrong," Giles stated
"Here we go." Ethan grunted angrily and got up, "The good thing about
believing in chaos, mate, is that you know a good thing when you've got it."
He turned and pointed his finger right in Giles' face, "You're the one that's going to fuck her and leave her."
Ethan was suddenly hauled off his feet, and thrown against the wet bar, "You fucking bastard!" Giles shouted, his misery boiled white hot with Ethan's accusations. he fought his guilt and confusion via Ethan.
Before Ethan could move out of the way, Giles had grabbed him again and punched him the stomach. Ethan hit the floor curled up and gasping. Giles was on him, and they rolled around knocking over the side table. It crashed to the floor, spewing glass all over the carpet.
There wasn't time to think about the correct spell to use, but when Giles started choking him, Ethan used the strongest reverse spell he knew. Giles flew though the air, landing heavily against the hotel room door with an audible crack.
It was a couple of minutes before Ethan could regain his equilibrium. When his breathing returned to normal, he got up and walked over to Giles with stumbling steps. The first thing Ethan did was to give the unconscious man a good stiff kick in the ribs, "That's for calling me a 'fucking bastard'," Ethan growled as he kicked him again, "That's for punching me in the stomach."
Ethan dropped to the ground, still not fully recovered from the beating he just took. "We're too dammed old for this shit. Just tell her you love her. Tell her she's driven a hole through your heart as big as a building. Bloody hell, Rupert. You've nothing to lose you know. She's wonderful. Fuck... I love her too. Just-god-damn-bloody-tell-her."
Giles groaned, "Okay, okay... I'll tell her, can we stop fighting now?"
Ethan chuckled, "I could never knock you out, could I, old man?"
"You dammed near did," Giles answered, curling up into a ball.
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Willow awoke with an incredible sense of serenity. She felt relaxed and happy, and for the first time in months, sane. Life was good, and she was basking the love of two of the most wonderful men she'd ever met.
Rolling over to her side, her happiness clouded a little when she realized she was alone. The sun was already high in the sky, and looking at the bedside clock, Willow realized she'd slept most of the day away, "Oh wow, I missed lunch," she exclaimed, rolling out of bed.
Her muscles complained a little from overuse but still the feeling of well being continued as she padded over to the bathroom. Willow pulled on the complimentary fluffy bathrobe and wondered where Giles and Ethan could be.
There wasn't any sign of them in the hotel suite when she started to
investigate.
Coming into the living room, she startled the maid picking up pieces of broken glass, "Have you seen two men here?"
"Non, Senora," the maid replied, putting the shards of glass in the
wastebasket.
Willow didn't register the shattered glass, the missing coffee table, the broken wet bar. Instead, she was growing concerned that they'd left her.
Ethan's clothes were missing from his closet, as well as his shaving things from the bathroom. Worried, she went back to her bedroom, thinking the worst, she was alone again. The bed was all rumpled, but with relief, Willow noticed a piece of paper lying on her pillow.
"Where'd that come from?"
It was a note from Giles saying that they were waiting for her downstairs and to meet them when she was ready. They didn't leave her! Excited to see them again, Willow hurriedly put on her clothes, thinking she could shower later... perhaps with them. The thought of it made her blush, but inside she was shouting for joy.
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Part 14
Giles shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Still tender, old man?" Ethan asked, rubbing his own black and bruised eye.
"Mostly."
"It'll pass," he toyed with the remains of his sandwich, "Willow should be down soon."
Giles looked at his tea, then up at Ethan, then down at his tea again. A waitress watching both of them from her station thought they looked like squirrels looking for an owl. What seemed so certain last night, now seemed impossible. Giles wondered what Ethan would think if he decided not to tell Willow about loving her.
Last night he made a promise, but... "Ethan... I-I've decided not to tell Willow I love her, and I want you to join me," he finally said.
Ethan blinked twice and then bowed his head, "I'd ask you why, but I know the answer, propriety, and guilt." his voice was full of sarcasm.
Giles had actually thought he was making a sacrifice for her sake, "Go ahead, Ripper, tell her you don't want her. I'll take her then," Ethan added.
"Over my dead body," Giles threatened.
"All right," Ethan's eyes glittered, "I'm not as tired as I was yesterday. Would you like me to kill you here or at your flat?"
The threat was not an empty one. "How is Willow going to feel about your past?" Giles queried, ignoring the threat, "I'm sure she has no idea what you've been up to in the last few decades," Ethan paled, "That's right, she knows my past. I haven't done anything I'm ashamed to say. Have you?"
"You would tell her?"
"Without a doubt." This was Giles' trump card. He knew he was being a
bastard, ruining Ethan's chances of love. However, he knew was ruining his own chances, having loved Willow for a longer time. She was too young to be running around with old men, "Listen, we've had our time, she's young and we've too much history for her to get around."
"You weren't too old last night, mate, fucking like a teenager."
Giles was resolute, "Ethan, for her sake we should behave like gentlemen. You wouldn't want her to get hurt."
Giles had a point, Ethan didn't want her to get hurt. His past had chased a lot of opportunities away, and it would turn Willow away as well, of this Ethan was certain. Reluctantly, he gave in, knowing that Giles would get his way sooner or later, "I'll agree with your plan up to a point, Ripper. If Willow becomes hurt by any of this, then I'll take my other option."
"She won't get hurt. We don't even know if she loves us without the spell."
"What do we say to her?" Ethan asked. Still vowing to fight for Willow, just as soon as he knew how to get around Giles' sense of propriety.
"We say this will never happen again and that we will still be friends," Giles replied, doing the right thing was agony to both of them.
"We're cowardly bastards. You know that, don't you? I can't believe we're going to fuck her and leave her."
Giles growled, "Careful Ethan, or I'll beat you again."
"Right, and I'll give you as good a beating as you gave me. You can count on that 'Old' Ripper," Giles proved himself to be flawed, and Ethan was going to make sure he never forgot it. "We were going to tell her we love her.
Propriety always got in the way of your common sense, Rupert."
"The spell is broken, she'll be different," Giles said confidently.
Willow chose this moment to bounce into the hotel dining room. She saw them, and almost ran up to them before stopping shyly in her tracks remembering last night, 'This is silly,' she told herself. She continued to walk to the table, first kissing Giles and then Ethan. She was radiant and shining with new-found love.
"Oh yes, she's different all right," Ethan said so only Giles could hear, "Filled to the brim with it she is."
"Shut up, Ethan."
"What was that, Giles?" Willow asked seating herself across from them, "Or should I call you, Rupert?" she asked, shyly.
Giles leaned back as if to put some distance between him and Willow, "Love, we should get going. Buffy's going to miss us. Ready, Ethan?"
"Going?" Willow's question held a note of distress. The two men
simultaneously reacted as if they wanted to comfort her, but Giles held Ethan at bay.
"We can't have Buffy going in search of us can we?" Ethan pulled Willow to her feet, "She might take exception to Ripper escorting us home," he chuckled.
Willow beamed at Ethan expecting him to take her in his arms. The thought was there, but Giles pushed her in the direction of the door. Frowning, but still happy to be with them, she let herself be sent in any direction they wanted her to go in.
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"Ethan drives well doesn't he?" Willow remarked, trying to engage them in conversation. Their one-word answers were discouraging her. Giles wouldn't look at her and spent the entire ride looking out the window. Ethan busied himself with driving.
Lost in confusion, Willow kept silent wondering what she did to make them quiet. After last night, she figured they'd be loving and gentle with her.
But everything was cold and remote. She felt alone.
This was bad. Last night, or rather the last few days had been heaven. They treated her as if she were an equal, a woman to be loved and cared for. Now she was barely a shadow lurking in the back seat of Ethan's car, ignored and abandoned.
Ethan pulled into Giles' alley and stopped the car, "Well, here we are," he said quietly.
"Are you coming in?" Giles asked him.
Ethan looked at him strangely, "Of course, why not?"
"I thought you'd go back to the hotel," Giles remarked, as he opened the car door.
He stood silent in the alleyway not moving to help Willow out of the car, "Giles, did I do something wrong?" Her voice was small and remote.
Giles wanted to ignore it, or face it, or... Even he wasn't sure how to mend a fence that had been irrevocably as broken as her innocence. He wished Ethan would go back to the hotel so he could have some time with her, but Willow was also Ethan's responsibility, "No love, I'm just a bit tired," he answered lamely. Part of his distance was he was trying to rid himself of the creeping loneliness that was threatening to drown him.
It was difficult for Ethan to remain quiet. Willow looked lost and upset. This silence was grating on his nerves. 'Can't we just tell her and get it over with?' he asked himself. However, Giles kept shooting him "Ripper" looks, so he stayed silent.
"Willow, I suppose you'll want to get home," Giles said, as he opened the back gate.
It hurt to hear Giles telling her to go, "I... thought..."
"Yes?"
"Well. I thought we were going to..." she stopped, this was all wrong. They should be happy. This was very awkward.
Inwardly Giles sighed, he couldn't run away from it, he had to face her, "All right then, please come in. Ethan can take you home later."
All three of them shuffled through the patio to an uncertain future.
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Part 15
"Oh crap," Giles said, as he struggled with the back door key, "We'll have to go in the front."
He hurried away before anyone could say anything, and Willow had to half run to keep up with the both of them. She ran up just as Giles had the door unlocked and threw it open.
Ethan just barged right on in and threw himself on the couch with practiced grace. Giles set his bags down, closed the door, and went right into the kitchen. No one spoke.
Giles was wondering how he could get out of all of this as he retreated to the kitchen. Friday, he had a nice orderly life; Sunday he had a gigantic mess. He looked appealingly to Ethan for help through the kitchen door, but Ethan ignored him, "Bloody hell," Giles mumbled.
Willow was pushed into a pocket of misery, "Maybe I... I should leave."
"No!" Both men said at once.
"I mean maybe we could t-talk later?" Willow stammered. Where last night there was words of love, today there was nothing. What had happened? What did she do to make things change between them? She didn't have an explanation of why Ethan and Giles should love her one day and not the next. It was just like Oz all over again! Willow wanted to cry.
Giles disregarded her for the moment, even though listening to her misery was causing him pain, "Willow, sit down, I just need to speak to Ethan for a moment. All right?"
"Okay," she said, watching Ethan get up and go to the kitchen. Giles pulled the shutters closed.
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Giles was wrestling with his inner demons. One said that he should forget everything he'd been taught and go after what he deserved, a life with the people he loved, namely Willow and Ethan. However, there was that piece of a thought, 'What if she can't love an older man?'
His silence irritated Ethan further and he almost slammed the teapot into the sink, "Ripper, old boy, you do what you want. I'm going to love Willow the way I want. I'd like you to be there, but if you can't stand her..."
"Stand her? God dammit! I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her until I'm delirious, I want to fuck you until I'm delirious."
"Well Ripper... I love you too." Ethan smirked. "So what's the difficulty?"
"Propriety, common sense, experience. We have to do what's right for her," Giles ran his hands though his hair. Problem was, Giles was defending a lost cause in his own mind too.
"Here we go again. That's dammed nonsense. You're thinking she doesn't have a mind of her own, that in spite of the spell she-damn-well-bloody-doesn't care about us at all," Ethan was fighting for more than Willow, he was fighting for Giles' happiness as well.
"Will you look at her? She doesn't care," Giles' attitude dared Ethan to believe him.
"You're an idiot. She does care, she's just reacting to your dammed
arrogance. Tell her the truth. Tell her you, we care. Let her make the decision. Don't make it for her. Listen mate, grant her that much. If you love her as much as I love her, you'll do that for her."
The kitchen was too small for as big an argument as this was. Giles squeezed his eyes shut examining his options. Ethan was being the voice of reason, and that surprised him ore than Willow's willingness to love both of them equally.
Ethan started moving towards the door. Giles was behaving stupidly, and Ethan wanted no part of it. Willow had become an irreplaceable part of his life, and he'd be a fool to let her go now, "I'm going to tell her I love her, and that is that."
Giles gripped Ethan's arm roughly, "You do, and I'll kill you." This had gone on far enough. Giles had come to a decision, to stick to his original plan. There was no way he was going to let Ethan fuck it up. All his feeling concerning his own need of Willow faded in the thought that if he let himself love her, he would be compromising her future. There would be no love between them.
"You and what dark forces?"
"All right, let me remind you of what I'll tell Willow. As I mentioned in the cafe this afternoon?" Giles let the end of the sentence hang between them so Ethan would get the full impact of his meaning.
He hadn't forgotten his earlier threat, and was determined to make it real if Ethan wanted to pursue Willow against Giles' wishes, "I'm sure she'll understand how you were implicated in the deaths of Randall and Dierdre, about your need to summon demons during sex, and a hundred other crimes you've committed in your past. Oh yes, she'll understand..." Giles let the implications sink into Ethan's brain.
"You really are a bastard. You've gone too far."
"Not yet. Do what I say, or you'll see how far I can go," Giles growled.
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