Buffy moaned as Giles thrust deeper inside her. Her head rolled back, her eyes closed as she arched upwards. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure surging through her body. She dimly heard Giles whisper his love as he placed feather-light kisses along her neck and she whimpered softly as his lips settled upon her earlobe.
“Buffy, look at me,” he commanded.
She opened her eyes.
Joyce stood behind Giles’ shoulder, arms crossed in front as she frowned down at them. Her voice was filled with disappointment. “Buffy, how can you have sex with someone I’ve had sex with? For god’s sake, he’s old enough to be your father.” She paused thoughtfully. “Not that I don’t understand your interest. He’s very good, isn’t he? Still, this is really very inappropriate. Not to mention a bit embarrassing.”
Giles continued to rock above her as Buffy stared wide-eyed at her mother. “Ignore her. She’s jealous,” he said.
“Of course I’m jealous, Rupert! I’m jealous of everything. She's taking you away from me now, just as you took her away from me when she was a child. You ruined her life.”
“It wasn’t me, Joyce. If I could have protected her from her destiny, changed it somehow, you know I would have.” He watched as Joyce moved to the side of the bed, staring unhappily down at them. Giles began to thrust faster. “I. Love. Buffy.” He shuddered as his climax came.
Buffy’s body reacted even as she fought to control herself. As the surge of pleasure hit, she gasped and cried out, “Mom! Please!”
Giles jerked upright at Buffy’s cry and grabbed for her hand. He watched helplessly as her body spasmed in the bed and her face contorted.
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “Buffy, I’m here, it’s going to be alright, I promise.” He reached out with his other hand to stroke her cheek and then jumping slight at the soft touch on his shoulder.
“Sorry to spook you,” Willow said apologetically, stepping beside the bed and looking down at her friend.
“It's okay. I just didn't hear you come in.”
“You were pretty focused.”
“She cried out again...”
“Giles, she’ll be okay. She’s tough, she’s the Slayer.” Willow turned to smile reassuringly at him. “More importantly, she’s Buffy.”
“She’s been like this for two days, Willow. She’s in pain and I can’t help her.” Giles gently placed Buffy's hand back at her side and then sat back in the chair, dragging his hand through his hair in frustration. He looked up at her helplessly. “Ethan’s done something to her mind. I can’t reach her and we can’t find Ethan to get him to reverse this.”
“We’ll find a solution, Giles. You know Percy has put all the Council resources on this and I know that Elspeth and the others are trying everything they can, too. We’re all over the books and the net and…” Willow stopped at his brief nod, then continued softly. “I know you know that. I just…” she gestured feebly, “…want to offer what I can. I really do believe she’ll be okay.” She voice was intense with emotion. “She’s Buffy.”
Giles looked at the pale body twisting restlessly on the bed. “I know, Willow,” he whispered softly. “It's just that… well, that's it. She’s Buffy and I can’t lose her again.”