Chapter One

The night was warm, fragrant breeze blowing in from the country side. Rome was a beautiful place, particularly in late summer, and the villa’s pool was illuminated from within, casting flickering lights on the stone patio.

Buffy twirled her wine glass, looking at the golden liquid swirling in the moonlight which captured glints of luminescence off the rippling water. A splash and spray hit her legs from Giles’ dive. It was a lovely evening, perfect weather, and she was all alone with her Watcher. Well, as alone as you could ever be with Faith three feet away.

It was Faith had gotten her thinking about Giles when she’d first blown in to Sunnydale all that time ago, and Buffy wasn’t sure that had been such a good idea. Not looking back on it anyway, but at the time, well she started thinking.

“If I’d known they came this young and cute…”

That little phrase, tossed off with such bravado, forced Buffy’s mind to travel down that dangerous path that made her Watcher not so Watchery and more like delicious goodness.

And so she had thought. And watched. And waited four long years and some change.

Then she stopped thinking and started talking. Of course it would be Faith who heard the first surprised ‘huh’, when Buffy saw her former Watcher dive into the pool at the little villa in Rome. Faith, with her dark eyes that saw too much, remembered too much. The younger Slayer grinned, slow and predatory, and Buffy shuddered.

“So, B, what’s that I see? You finally wake up and notice your Giles is one hell of a hottie?”

Ever defensive, particularly around Faith, Buffy just glared. “No, I mean. Well.”

And Faith just snickered behind a hand, flicking cigarette ash into a holder by the side of her pool chair. “Just saying, you know, he’s tight for an old guy. I’d like to run my tongue over his chest any day.”

“Wonder if he’d mind?” Horrified, Buffy clapped her hands over her mouth, but it was too late. Faith had heard.

“Oh, so there is something there. Don’t be ashamed girl, I am so there with you.”

Buffy blushed, took another sip of wine, and sighed. “Alright. You win. He’s a hottie. Now what?”

Faith had that gleam in her eye, the one that spelled death and destruction, and inwardly Buffy cringed. Something told her this was just the beginning and she had no idea what she’d just started. Even so, she blushed, her cheeks a warm pink.

“I dunno. What do you have in mind? He’s already half naked, so no worry about clothes.” Faith winked at Buffy’s outraged gasp. “Come on, Buffy. Let yourself live a little. Been too many years of the fight, why not grasp the fun?”

“With you?” Buffy couldn’t decide whether to be shocked or irritated, but to her dismay, she settled on a flash of arousal.

Faith grunted, and waved a hand. “You’re not the Mona Lisa either, but hey, what a time we could show him. Just think: poor guy really needs a break. Working hard all those years, no one to sooth his aching muscles…” She trailed off seductively and Buffy couldn’t help the small shudder that shook her frame.

Faith was sitting up now, hands sliding down her thighs, and Buffy watched her lick her lips, dark eyes never leaving Buffy’s hazel ones.

“So whaddya say, B? It’s for Giles, after all, showing darling Rupert how much we appreciate what he’s done for us over the years, a little Slayer thank you present.”

By now, Faith was on her knees, pulling her t-shirt off, leaving her torso bare to the night breeze. Buffy froze, her grasp tight on her wine glass before she downed the whole thing in one gulp. It burned a bit going down, but she hardly noticed.

Faith arched an eyebrow, sliding her hands down her ribcage before resting them on her hips. Buffy glanced at the rosy nipples on creamy flesh, pounded down another rapidly poured glass of wine, and closed her eyes in silent prayer. This was for Giles, she thought, and maybe it was good that Faith was here to encourage them. Right.

Then her shirt was off, followed by her bikini top. One more glance at Faith, and they walked softly to the end of the lap pool. As one, they slid into the water without a splash, and waited patiently for Giles to resurface and make his turn. When his head popped above the water, Faith blocked his way, sliding up behind him, her arms around his shoulders.

Giles sputtered, then gasped when Buffy swam up between his legs. “Hey there, Watcher-mine.”

“Buffy? Faith? What-“ He blinked, shook his head and snatched his hands back from Buffy’s waist. “Good lord! You’re naked!”

Faith whispered in his ear, “Not yet, but we could be if you wanted.”

Giles’ green eyes were wide, and he gave an aborted leap to the side, stopped by Faith’s strong arms, and Buffy’s determined grip on his stomach. She knew he didn’t see all that well without his glasses, and part of her was glad of it. Despite the wine, despite Faith’s assurances, she wasn’t convinced that seducing her Watcher in an Italian pool with her sister-Slayer at her side was all that good of an idea.

Regardless that her hormones thought this was a splendid idea. Bad hormones. Bad, bad.

But when Faith curled her way around Giles’ torso to take his earlobe in her mouth, sucking on it hard enough to cause his eyes to cross, her Watcher gave up all pretense of fleeing and Buffy began to smile.

“So you like the idea, do you?” Buffy slid a little closer, re-insinuating herself between his thighs, not missing the growing hardness against her pelvis. “Cause we think it’s swell. Poor Giles, worked so hard for so long. Don’t you need a little pick-me-up?”

“Girls, this is quite unnecessary-“ But whatever else he wanted to say was cut off by Buffy’s lips quite firmly pressing down on his own. She held herself close, feeling the rough tickle of his chest hair on her nipples, now hard from the cool water.

Over his shoulder, Faith grinned at her and stroked the back of his head. “See, Giles, we know what’s best for you. A little Slayer lovin’ to ease those working mans blues.” With that, she slid her other hand around his stomach and Buffy felt her gently cup his hardening erection in her palm- and didn’t miss the not-so-casual press of Faith’s wrist against Buffy’s bikini-clad crotch as well. Buffy gave a little thrust of her hips, pushing back, causing Giles to moan against them both.

Faith swung around to his side, so both Slayers were facing him, and nuzzled her mouth against Buffy’s throat. At the press of dull teeth against her jugular, Buffy hissed and arched her back.

Giles, who had apparently decided if Fate wasn’t having a great laugh at his expense, he was going to enjoy himself, took the opportunity to run an appreciative hand across Buffy’s breasts. With Faith licking her way along Buffy’s jaw line and Giles exploring her body, Buffy shivered with pleasure.

She pushed back away from the older man for a moment, fixing first him, then Faith with a fierce stare. Then very deliberately, she pulled Faith’s head closer, kissing her deeply. When Giles gave a squeak of arousal and twisted his hips to grind against both Faith’s insistent hand and her leg, Buffy let go. She licked her lips and turned to Giles, a wicked glint in her eye.

“Well, it’s your turn Gile—“ She paused, took a breath and continued, “Rupert. Remember, we just want to make you happy. After all, how can we repay you?” Giles’ dumbfounded stare was enough, and Buffy smiled as she took his lips in a bruising kiss.

It only made things worse, as far as Buffy could tell, the low burn that started in her stomach and boiled lower, that itch that just needed to be scratched. And Faith’s twist on her nipple really didn’t help. Somehow, Giles had managed to wiggle them together a bit more, so Faith and Buffy were now facing each other, with Giles cupping her from behind, his erection sitting between her barely clad buttocks.

The water around them had warmed up considerably, and they felt almost as if they were in the bath. Buffy reached out to pull Faith’s head closer, nibbling her lips, brushing her fingers against Faith’s breasts tentatively until the other Slayer gripped her hand, forcing her to palm the plump breast firmly. Faith murmured in her ear, “I don’t bite, B, not unless you ask.”

Then Buffy found herself sandwiched between Faith and Giles, a very enthusiastic kiss that left her straddling Faith’s leg as Giles pushed up behind her, grinding himself into her backside. Buffy reflexively clenched her thighs, moaning at the contact, and Faith threw her head back, baring her throat.

Happy to oblige, Buffy kissed the pale column of flesh, her own fingers dipping lower to find Faith’s ass, pushing aside the bathing suit bottom to slide her hand inside, coming around to cup her friend’s hot mound with a firm hand. Faith groaned, bucked against her, and bent her head to suckle Buffy’s nipple.

With that Giles very nearly lifted them both from the water. “As entertaining as this is, ladies, I think we need to find a better venue. Chlorine and … this sort of entertainment do not get along.”

Somehow they managed to fumble their way up the stairs, down a hallway, leaving wet handprints and various pieces of sodden clothing along the way. They laughed, teased and touched, until they finally ended up in a pile on Giles’ bed. They tossed the mess of pillows to the floor, leaving a very naked pair of Slayers on either side of a very bemused Watcher. Hands splayed across his chest, they licked and kissed and caressed Giles until he was groaning.

“Please, please Buffy, Faith…”

With a glance at each other, the Slayers grinned matching grins and gave into the moment. Buffy decided then and there, with Giles writhing below her, his hands on her hips and Faith crooning with pleasure as she twisted her nipples, that maybe, just maybe Faith had the right idea sometimes.

~Fin~

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