Title: Shiver 1/6
Author: Elle
Feedback: Please! Elle56200@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. If I did they would
spend a lot more time in the sack, and Riley would be dead…or
Jonathan's love slave.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 6
Summary: Magic transforms Giles from a "Sexy Fuddy-Duddy" into a
seductive Don Juan…
The Scooby Gang—minus Buffy and Giles—sat assembled at the Magic Box. Willow and Tara studied their Chemistry, Anya counted her precious money, and Xander employed his time defacing a teenybopper magazine of Dawn's.
Using a Sharpie marker he gave Justin Timberlake an eye patch, two blacked out teeth, and just for good measure, a pair of truly enormous breasts.
He held up his work. "Look, it's what you get if Justin and Britney mated."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder what you see in him, Anya."
"He's hung like a horse," Anya remarked without pausing her count. She looked up. "You can't have him."
Willow opened her mouth, but thought better of replying.
Tara shook her head. "You may want to hide that before Dawnie gets out of the bathroom," she said to Xander.
"Good point." He slid the magazine under Dawn's science folder, and folded his hands in front of him on the table, whistling innocently.
The door to the shop flew open and Buffy marched in…or rather trudged in, as the eight pounds of sticky demon goo she was coated in adhered her shoes to the ground. Giles followed her, in a similar condition. He attempted to drop the axe he was carrying on the counter, but found himself having to pry it from his gummed up hand.
Making whimpering sounds Buffy tugged at strands of the neon blue sludge.
Dawn emerged from the bathroom. "What were you guys doing, killing Smurfs?"
"Smurfs don't explode when you hit them," Buffy pouted. She paused. "I think."
Xander put on his Crocodile Hunter voice. "Ah, the Smurf. These little creatures may appear harmless at first, but beware, when provoked they become vicious, and slaughter their opponent through use of hideously cheerful singing."
Dawn giggled. "You're seriously deranged." Then she found her magazine. "Xander!"
Giles moved to rub his temples, but looked at his sticky hands and dropped them to his sides. "I'm not sure what a Smurf is, but I can assure that this creature was not singing when Buffy killed it."
"It just kind of squealed and went `pop!'" Buffy explained.
"I'm not even sure what it was or what it wanted for that matter," Giles said.
"Ooh! Tara and I could research!" Willow offered excitedly.
"And I could help them," Dawn added.
"I'll watch the store," Anya said.
Everyone turned to Xander. He sighed in resignation. "Yeah, I know, I'll get the doughnuts."
Buffy pushed open the door to the training room, leaving a gunky handprint behind. There was a small shower hidden in back that she used after workouts. Desperate to get clean she began peeling off her sweatshirt, when she noticed that Giles had followed.
"Um… I'll wait my turn," he remarked, studying his sticky shoes as if they might hold the secret of the meaning of life.
Slightly embarrassed, Buffy crossed the room to the alcove where the shower was hidden. Stripping behind the privacy of a plastic curtain, she turned to water to scalding, and let out a moan the instant it hit her skin. Sighing in pleasure she peeled the goop from her body and watched it slide down the drain.
Across the room Giles paced anxiously, not particularly wanting to out into the store, lest his appearance frighten off customers, and not particularly wanting to stay and listen to Buffy groan in pleasure either.
To his mortification he found himself growing slightly erect at the keening sounds she made.
After a few moments the water stopped, and Buffy called to him. "Do you think you could get my extra workout clothes for me? I forgot."
Giles found the garments, and carried them over to shower. A bare, tanned arm snaked out from behind the curtain to snatch them from him.
"Thanks," she said casually, and strolled out fully dressed, though still mostly wet.
Giles swallowed, watching her sashay out of the room, her exercise pants clinging to her damp bottom. When she was gone he peeled off his clothes and turned the faucet as cold as it could go.
Willow sat with her chin propped up on her hand, gazing intently at an ancient volume of demon lore. The rest of the Scoobies had long since gone, Xander after finishing his third Bavarian Crème, Buffy to put Dawn to bed, and Tara to sleep before her Physics exam. Willow had told Giles to leave after noticing the dark rings beneath his eyes. Reluctantly, he agreed.
Sighing, she turned a dusty page, wondering if her efforts were futile. None of the books described a demon similar to the one Giles had sketched. None even mentioned blue goop.
Said sludge sat glowing in a glass jar in front of her. She had scraped a sample from Giles's axe, hoping that she might examine it one night in Chem Lab. The fluid radiated blue light, casting the color over her face. She tapped the jar and watched it wriggle, sort of like Jell-O.
Willow frowned at the mystery solution. "Maybe it's harmless," she said aloud. Opening the jar, she sniffed it. It didn't have an odor. She didn't dare taste it.
Instead, she slammed the book closed, and gave up for the evening. She climbed into the loft, and moved to return the book to its shelf. Scanning Giles's collection, one book in particular caught her eye. The words Sex Magic were scrawled across the spine in gold letters.
Curiously, she opened the book, and flipped though it. Inside it contained lust spells, lists of aphrodisiacs, and bizarre sexual positions that made her giggle like she was fourteen again.
"No wonder Giles hides this," she murmured. "Buffy would kill him if Dawn ever saw it."
She flipped the page and stopped cold. Sketched in the upper right hand corner was the same demon Giles had drawn for her earlier.
Swallowing thickly, she read the Latin as best she could. "It was the blood of the Gorvanna demon that was highly coveted by Mesopotamians… Impotence could be cured by draining the demon blood and working it into the skin of the afflicted male. The blue, luminescent fluid contains various mystical properties…"
She struggled with the translation, picking up again a paragraph later. "The man would become overcome with passion. His inhibitions would diminish, and his…his, fervor increase. Consequently, Gorvanna blood did not produce violent tendencies, but rather a languid, sensual mood, that frequently took…hours to diminish… The male would generally become enamored with the first female he had contact with after applying the blood to his skin. By the reign of Hamurabi, the demon was all but extinct due to demand for it's blood."
Willow paused. So Giles was going to get laid. That wasn't a crisis. But the first female he had seen was…Buffy.
Frantically, Willow attempted to translate a cure, but found the hand written page to be smudged.
She climbed down the loft and ran to the phone, dialing Giles's number. There was no answer. The line had been disconnected.