__Demons and Slayers and Watcher(s), Oh My!__
By Kath
Prologue:
Wesley just stood there.....
Naked.....
In the graveyard.....
With a Slayer on either side of him.
Two Slayers.....
Watching their Watcher.....
With big silly grins on their faces.
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"I fail to see why it was necessary to rip all my clothes off."
"Hey, Wes, ya said yourself that demon's slime was, uh...what'd you call
it?"
"Acidic."
"Yeah, that. Is it my fault it got all over you?"
Buffy added, "After all, you're the one who *insisted* on coming on
patrol with us."
He had been tricked into coming, he saw that now. All that talk about
dancing at The Bronze instead of patrolling had been a ruse, a trick to
get him out there, so they could make a fool of him. Wesley wasn't
going to give them the satisfaction. He stood stiffly, his hands clasped in
front of him, trying to protect what was left of his dignity. He held his
head up high and focused his eyes straight ahead.
"Yes, well, I'm well aware of that. I just think, perhaps, you might have
warned me you were about to chop the creature's head off."
Faith shrugged, while Buffy stifled a giggle behind her hand.
The Watcher gave the blonde Slayer his best 'I'm Still In Charge Here
And Will Have None Of That' Glare, but it didn't do any better than any of
the other glares he had tried on her. Buffy's smile beamed back at him.
Wesley was also working very hard at trying to ignore Faith, who was
very deliberately giving him the once over.
"Not bad, Wes. A bit on the skinny side, but not as wimpy as I would've
thought." She leaned forward until her face was even with his hands.
Aren't ya gonna 'show and tell'? C'mon, let's see the family jewels."
The prim and proper Englishman could feel the red heat of his blush
spreading quickly across his face. "I most certainly will not!"
Faith straightened up again and began to snake one finger teasingly
down his chest. Wesley raised one hand, to bat her finger away, and
Faith's eyes opened wide appreciatively. "Oh, Luv, I can see why you
need two hands to hide *that*." Wesley's hand flew back to guard
duty. He looked absolutely mortified.
Buffy observed this exchange with much amusement. "So, Faith, what
are we gonna do with him, now that we got him? Seems a shame to
waste all this Watcherly nakedness."
"I don't know about you, B., but I'm up for a little skin on skin action."
She gave Wesley's bare bottom a light caress, followed by a sharp
pinch. This was all too much for his tender sensibilities to handle, and
he practically launched himself out of arms reach, with
a "GAAAAAAAAAA", ending up behind the protective curtain of a large
grave marker.
"We will have none of that!" he snapped vehemently.
"Whoa, Wes, did you just grow a pair? And if you did, can I see?"
Anger left his face and was replaced by trepidation, followed by outright
fear, as Faith began to slink seductively towards him, playfully toying
with the buttons on her shirt. "Wha...what are you going to do with
me?" he squeaked.
Faith looked at her fellow Slayer and nodded towards the nervous man
in front of her. "Do you mind...?"
"Nah, you go right ahead. I think I'll just sit here and enjoy the show,
for now."
The leather clad temptress circled around behind her prey, until he was
trapped between her and the cold slab of marble. He swallowed hard
and made one more feeble protest.
"Now, Faith, I really think...AAHHHH!" Her hand had slipped around to
his front and found his happy place. The immediate change in her
Watcher was remarkable. His British resolve seemed to melt at her
touch, as he writhed and clung to the tombstone for support. Then,
with one unexpected move, he whirled around to face Faith, grabbing
her by the shoulders. "Oh, what the hell," he declared, to no one in
particular, before pulling the Slayer to him, kissing her hard. With much
fumbling with clothing, (all hers, remember he's already naked), they
slid out of sight behind the tombstone.
Buffy leapt up from her seat. "Hey, I can't see!" she declared
indignantly. She moved to join the others behind their hiding place and,
pretty soon, leather and cotton alike were flying off, accompanied by the
sounds of three demon hunters enjoying themselves, and each other.
(some time later.....)
"Buffy? Faith? Are you there?" (to himself) Bloody Hell! First Wesley
disappears, and now I've lost both Slayers as well." The elder
Englishman stomped through the graveyard.
Three rather disheveled heads popped up from behind the large stone.
"Shhhhhh, it's Giles," whispered Buffy, holding a finger to her lips.
"I say, you wouldn't happen to have any more of that slime, would you?"
The startled girls looked at Wesley in surprise, and then at each other;
all three wore very evil grins.
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