CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
There were a lot of things that Joyce Summers didn’t know, but there was one thing for certain - this had been one of the longest and definitely one of the most eye-opening nights that she had ever experienced.
Willow and Tara had retreated to the basement while Faith and Buffy had decided to go over the security plans for the next day’s trip to Scotland in the privacy of Buffy’s bedroom.
Joyce reached over the kitchen counter, removing one of the bottles of wine from the wrought iron rack. Raising the bottle to her face, she blew the dust off of it. She reached into the drawer, taking out the rabbit-handled corkscrew. Seconds later, the cork came out with a small ‘pop’ and the bouquet of pinot noir wafted through the air.
Joyce poured herself a glass and was heading out into the living room when the doorbell rang.
Joyce, wine still in hand, went to the door. Spying through the peep hole, she saw Giles standing outside, a small oblong leather-clad box in hand.
“Rupert?” Joyce said, quickly opening the door.
“Oh...Joyce! I’m sorry, I thought you were away on business...”
“Well, I was, but we were able to get everything done sooner than expected. “ Joyce said, stepping aside. “Where’s my manners? Come in! Please!” She said, gesturing for him to enter.
“Oh, yes. Thank you.” He said, walking inside the foyer, closing the door behind him.
“Are Willow and Tara still up, by chance?” He asked, rather awkwardly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, still firmly clutching the box.
“Yes, I think so...they’re down in the basement right now. I can get them for you if you’d like.”
“No...no. It can wait...I think.” He said, looking rather pensive.
“I was just about to sit down with a nice glass of pinot noir...would you like one?” Joyce asked, thinking perhaps it would relax the rather uptight Englishman.
“That would be absolutely delightful.” He said with a sigh. “Thank you.”
Meanwhile, in the basement, things were definitely heating up between the Rosenberg-Maclays...
Willow walked slowly along the length of the pommel horse, grinning seductively as she slid her hand across its smooth surface.
“So...you want to try the pommel horse out, eh?” She asked.
Tara nodded silently, watching her wife’s every move...her body tingling in anticipation of what was yet to come.
Feeling a sudden surge of power, Willow grasped the handles on the top of the pommel, lifting her body vertically.
Tara watched in amazement as the redhead brought her knees to her chest, sliding both legs smoothly through her arms, straightening them out in front of her in a perfect piked position.
Willow smiled, wiggling her eyebrows as she motioned with her head for Tara to come closer.
“Vixen!” Tara said, sliding forward towards her love. She took Willow’s petite feet in her hands, gently kissing the bottoms of each sole before sliding her hands up her smooth, taut legs, slowly forcing them apart.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s gotten stronger...been lifting weights, baby?” Tara asked.
“I think that some of my Slayer power is starting to kick in...you like?”
“Oh yes! I like!” Tara said, placing her arms around Willow’s small waist.
Meanwhile, upstairs...
Joyce handed the glass of wine to Giles, who was now sitting on the couch.
“Oh...thank you.” He said, taking the glass and bringing it to his lips for a sip before sitting it down on the coffee table in front of him.
“Is everything alright, Rupert? You look a little...I don’t know...upset?” Joyce asked, sitting down on the couch next to him. Trying to reassure her friend, she place her hand comfortingly on his knee.
The instant her hand made contact with his leg, a wave of energy flowed through their bodies, leaving every nerve tingling with excitement in it’s wake.
Both Joyce and Giles perked up as each was rather confused but pleasantly surprised by what they had just felt. They both stood somewhat suspended in time, looking deeply at one another in silence, until Giles spoke.
“Um...oh dear...that was...I mean...well, I’ve just been a little tense lately, what with everything that has...”
Giles never got the chance to finish his sentence, poor chap. Joyce leaped upon him like a lioness in heat, tearing at his clothing as she pressed her lips to his in a passionate embrace. He managed to break away only briefly as the two of them looked at one another in amazement.
“Bloody hell!” Giles said, pulling Joyce back to his own all-too-eager lips.
They wrestled with each other’s clothing clumsily on the couch, accidentally kicking off one of the wine glasses, sending it flying. It shattered as it hit the side wall.
Meanwhile...upstairs in Buffy’s bedroom...
“So we’re in agreement then. One of us has to be with Wills and Tara at all times during the trip. We can probably ease up a bit once we get to the convent.” Buffy said, running the plans by Faith.
“Yeah B. That’s probably the best idea...but I don’t know if Red’s gonna go for it...you know...newlyweds and all...they kind of like their privacy.”
“Oh she’ll go for it alright. I’m not going to give her any choice.”
CRASH!
Both Slayer’s keen sense of hearing picked up the goblet shattering in the living room below.
“Did you...?” Faith began to ask.
“Yeah...let’s go!” Buffy said, grabbing ‘Mr. Pointy’ from her nightstand.
Stake in hand, the two Slayers rushed downstairs...
To Be Continued...
Edited by: FIRESIGN at: 5/8/04 10:43 am
Loved it Cin. Love sam xx 
Such a good match for her Tara.
Some sort of prophecy? 
huh? huh? Me wanna know!!
: I was laughing so hard I almost peed!!! 
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and 
. Are they ever going to get to make love without someone or something stopping me. 
Talk about cock blockers! (of cource, minus the cock,
) Can't wait to 
. Wonderful update Cin 
. Love sam xx 