The waiter's eyes told Giles what the answer should be. As discreet as the establishment was, there would be no way they would allow alcohol to be served to a minor. And, despite the ring on Willow's finger, it was obvious he already had reservations about their reservations. "No thank you. I'll have water and…"

Willow smiled. "Water is fine for now, thank you."

Placing the menu in front of Giles, he nodded and walked away. Willow sat up straighter to peek over the candles at it.

"Why didn't I get one?"

Her auburn hair sparkled in the soft glow of candlelight and her green eyes were full of dark mystery. "It's not that type of restaurant."

She cast an appraising glance around the room, noticing for the first time that everyone was dressed formally and the women tended to be much younger than the men. "Is this some type of boy's club?"

"No."

"I think that's Cordelia's father over there by the bar."

"Willow…"

The warning in his voice brought her eyes back to his. "What?"

"Discreet would be the code word here. Chances are very few of the men here are with their wives and most of them who are indecorous enough to look our way imagine that you're the latest young thing I've latched onto." Blushing slightly in the soft light, he added, "Or paid for."

Willow wasn't sure whether to laugh or be insulted. "So they think I'm a…" she lowered her voice, "Prostitute?"

"No!" He blushed even deeper. "They simply think you're my…you're with me…for my money."

"You have money?" She smiled.

"Well, it's a rather exclusive club, and to get in, you have to…" he stopped at her wide-eyed expression. "It's a perk of being on the Watcher's Council. If perk is the right word." Seeing her grin widen, he looked heavenward. "I just wanted to take you someplace nice. Please?"

Willow nodded, letting the teasing remark die in her throat. "Thank you."

The waiter returned, glancing down at Giles. He gave him a thin smile and ordered for them both, his eyes never leaving Willow's. She was smiling at him, obviously playing the role she thought she was expected to. The waiter left and Giles was about to comment when a shiver ran up his spine.

Willow's delicate, nylon clad foot was resting lightly against his groin.

"Do a lot of Watchers cheat on their wives with younger women?"

He nodded, his eyes closed as her foot pressed lightly against him. "I'm sure my mother told you how things often are back there. They're expected to marry the right woman, even is she isn't Mrs. Right." He slipped his hands under the tablecloth, gathering her foot in them and massaging it. Willow took a deep breath as his thumb rubbed the sensitive skin firmly. "It's not something we'll ever have to worry about."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"One," he trailed the tip of his finger over the arch of her foot, "I'm marrying the woman I love more than life itself." With his other hand, he unfastened his fly and slipped his cock from inside his boxers. "Two," he placed her foot against his erection, chuckling as she caught her breath. "I'm marrying a young woman so I won't have to replace her."

Willow raised her other foot, capturing his cock between the silkiness of her stockings. She caressed it gently, stroking the length of him with one foot and then the other. "Very efficient, Mr. Giles."

He nodded, biting the inside of his cheek as her toes teased the underside of his shaft. "I like to think so."

The waiter returned, ending all conversation for a few moments, although his arrival did nothing to stop Willow's caresses. Giles gripped the edge of the table hard, barely noticing the food set in front of him.

Placing one foot back on the ground, Willow continued her soft, steady stroking with the other. She picked up her fork and speared the beef burgundy that he'd ordered for her. "You know, I kind of like the…illicit feeling. I like the thought of everyone watching us."

A surge went through him just as he tried to pick up the fork. It clattered back to the table, fortunately missing the plate. Lifting it again, he gave her a long, searing look. "You do?"

"Yes." Willow opened her mouth and slid the food in, her every motion choreographed seduction. "It makes me…warm."

Giles could relate to that. "I…I see."

He moved one hand back under the tablecloth and began stroking her leg as she stroked him. Willow sat up a little straighter, thrusting her breasts out slightly. "It makes me want to crawl under this table and take your cock into my mouth and suck it deep inside my throat."

She said the words with such deliberate innocence; he couldn't help but moan softly. His grip on his fork began to hurt as it tightened and his fingers dug lightly into her flesh. Swallowing, he managed to meet her gaze. "Really?"

Willow nodded. "Then…" She looked around, making sure that no one was close enough to hear. She kept the tone conversational, knowing that to everyone out of hearing range, they would look like they were talking about the weather. It was a skill they'd perfected at school as they talked about demons and vampires as they walked the halls of Sunnydale High. She liked this use much better. "Then, I'd lower the top of my dress and slide you between my breasts. I'd rub you over my exposed nipples, tight with arousal."

"Would you?" He kept eating, spearing the food with more force than was necessary as she taunted him. His erection was easily as intense as it had been this morning and he was feeling distinctly lightheaded. His hand, instead of stroking her leg, now clung to it, desperate for something stable in his swimming vision.

"Oh yes." Willow nodded, licking the mashed potatoes off of her fork. "Then…would you like to know what I'd do then?"

"Oh yes," he echoed her, his eyes dark with passion.

She licked her lips, setting her fork back on her plate. "I'd take you back inside my mouth, sucking on you hard and fast, pulling you deeper inside me. I'd pinch my nipples hard with one hand so that I'd be on the edge of orgasm just like you were. Then I'd slip the other hand between the slit of my dress and slide my fingers inside."

"What about…what about your panties?" His breath was fast and hard and he'd given up all pretense of eating, although he still managed to look like they were having a normal conversation.

"I'm not wearing any." Willow grinned. "I'm not wearing a bra or panties, Rupert. All I've got on is a garter belt and my stockings. So it would be so easy to slip my fingers inside and coat them with my juices. I'd rub my clit with my thumb and…" she noticed the waiter approaching and picked up her fork once more. "And so I told the professor that I had no intention of turning in the report if he was going to insist on treating us as children."

"Is everything all right?"

Giles gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fine. Thank you."

"Wonderful."

He walked away and Willow tilted her head. "Where was I?"

"Willow," he growled dangerously.

She felt his hand leave her leg and move to her foot. He moved it down so that her toes were pressed hard underneath his shaft. His hand wrapped around it, moving slowly as she resumed speaking. "I'd rub my clit with my thumb and masturbate myself as I sucked on you. I'd take you as deep as I could until your body clenched and you came inside my throat. Then I'd pinch my clit and cry out around you as I came too."

He began breathing heavily, his hand speeding up his strokes. He could tell he was close and was trying desperately not to embarrass himself, but her voice, coupled with his movements was driving him closer and closer to the edge. The thought of her lips around his cock, uncaring what people might be thinking, was almost more than he could bear.

"Rupert." Her voice was strong and slightly louder. He pulled his hand away from his aching member and forced himself to stop thrusting. Her green eyes were compassionate. "Rupert, call for the check."

He raised his hand to signal the waiter then struggled to force his erection back inside his pants. His eyes never left hers, full of passion, lust and promise. Whatever happened next, he was positive they weren't going to make it back to the apartment.

He tossed a bill on the check after the waiter set it down. "I'll be right back with your change, sir."

"No need." He stood and held his jacket over his arm, hiding the very prominent bulge as best he could. Willow stood as well, moving to his side immediately. She smiled at the waiter.

"Thank you."

Her hand slipped beneath his jacket and she caressed him lightly as they walked. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and bent his head. His harsh whisper caused her nipples to tighten even more. "Willow, keep that up and I'll take you here in the middle of the restaurant."

"Promise?"

His hand curved over her ass and squeezed it, noting that she hadn't been lying about the lack of undergarments. "I'll push that dress up around your waist, bend you over a table and take you from behind until you cried out for me to stop."

She shivered, her fingers sliding the zipper of his pants down. "I hope you're not actually using that as something to stop me, Rupert, because all it's doing is turning me on even more."

They exited the restaurant and he steered her toward the parking lot. They were about ten feet from the car when he changed direction and moved over to a small stand of trees nearby. He pressed her against the tree, his arm firm, but not hard against her back. With his other hand, he reached down and lifted the bottom of her dress until it was just above the top of her thigh high stockings.

He moved against her, his body holding the dress up in back as his hand slid beneath it. It followed the soft curve of her inner thigh until he reached the damp mound of curls between her legs. She was as wet as he'd thought she'd be and his fingers slid inside with no resistance. Lowering himself to his knees, he moved his hand down her back to the bottom of her dress and held it. "Open your legs."

Willow obeyed him, her arms holding the tree tightly, her eyes constantly scanning the parking lot and the darkness. He moved his head underneath her dress, replacing his questing fingers with his tongue. She cried out as the hot tip penetrated her, the orgasm she'd been riding the edge of all night finally coming, coating his tongue with her juices.

He brought his hand up again, using it to thrust inside her as he licked the sweat and cum from her inner thigh. Willow's nails bit into the bark of the tree as she thrust against his fingers like a woman possessed. Her second orgasm was just as powerful as the first, and his eager tongue left her shuddering with emotion.

"Oh, Rupert…"

"Hush. We're not finished." He bent her forward as he stood, allowing her to hold onto the tree again for support. He pulled the dress over her back, exposing the creamy flesh of her ass to the soft moonlight. She shivered slightly from a mixture of anticipation and the cool air on her heated sex.

He undid the button of his slacks, having never buckled his belt after dinner; it was already out of the way. His cock came out of his boxers easily, hard and aching to be inside her. He parted her labia with both hands, and entered her with one quick thrust.

Willow cried out, pressing herself back against him so that she could feel the warmth of his skin against her. Giles grabbed her hips and began thrusting in earnest; both of them grunting with need and hunger. He released her hips, bending over her and grabbing her nipples. Squeezing them, he breathed her name adjacent the damp skin of her back and exploded inside her.

She shuddered beneath him, whimpering as her legs trembled with her third orgasm of the short night. He pulled away from her immediately; knowing the position would get uncomfortable quickly. She turned to face him, smoothing her dress down as she did so. Her eyes scanned his body, taking in his damp forehead and heaving chest before gazing at his still engorged cock.

"I see you're already up for round two."

"You took the edge off, love. Now, let's go home and take care of this properly?" He picked up his discarded coat and draped it over her shoulders as she began to cool down from their overheated activity.

Willow snuggled against him for additional warmth and let him guide her back to the car. Her hand rested against the bulge of his cock and she couldn't help but smile. "We could do that."

Giles tilted her head up and kissed her before opening her door. She slid in the car and smiled up at him. He smiled back and reached over her to fasten her seat belt. "I very much think we should do that."

He walked around and got in, starting the car quickly this time. He was about to slip it into reverse when Willow unsnapped the seat belt and turned sideways in her chair. "Or," she shrugged her shoulders and let the dress fall down to her waist. "I could just give you a blow job on the way home."