"Xander," Giles began.

"Just kidding. I'd be honored. Not just as Willow's friend, but as yours."

"Great." Willow hugged all of their friends. "Now go home."

"Somebody want some smoochies?" Cordelia asked with a laugh.

Xander nodded enthusiastically. "Yes!"

Giles climbed in the Citroen and turned to look at Willow. She was sitting there, staring out at the night. "Are you all right?"

Turning to him, she smiled. "We're getting married in two days."

"That we are." He reached over and took her hand. "Any second thoughts? Cold feet? Has my father frightened you away yet?"

Raising their joined hands to her lips, she kissed his knuckle. "Your father would have to do a lot worse to even come close to running me off. Although it's probably best not to tell him that." Releasing his hand, she settled back in her seat. "Now, why don't we get home so that I can take advantage of you while you're still single."

"I see." He started the car. "Do you have something against married men, Miss Rosenberg?"

"I'll have you know, Mr. Giles, that I'm not the kind of girl who sleeps with married men. I believe in the sanctity of marriage." She turned slightly to watch him, placing her hand lightly on his thigh. "So I really wish you'd hurry."

"Why hurry? I could just take it slow." He downshifted, slowing down to just under the speed limit. "Or are you just going to tease me like you did the other night?"

With a hungry smile, Willow unfastened her seatbelt and moved closer. Replacing her left hand with her right, she slid it up his thigh to his belt buckle. Giles moved his hips forward, allowing her easier access to his fly, only sitting down again when she had freed his hard cock from inside his slacks and boxers. "Well, we just got started and you're ready to play." She reached over and ran the tip of her finger along the length of him.

"Willow, I'm in a state of perpetual readiness whenever you're around." He ran his hand through her shoulder-length hair. "I've become quite accustomed to doing almost every activity with a hard-on."

"Well, I guess I should do my part to relieve you of all that stress then, hmm?" Slipping to the floor in front of the passenger's seat, heedless of her dress, Willow leaned over and slid his hot, throbbing cock between her lips.

Giles gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, focusing his concentration in order to keep the car on the road. Willow's head moved with the rhythm of the road, taking him deep inside her then sliding him almost all the way out. She sucked hard at the tip before impaling her mouth with his cock. Giles let out a rough shout, pulling off the road and fumbling for the emergency brake.

Willow released him, leaning back. Her eyes glittered in the pale glow of the streetlights as she licked her lips. "We stopped."

"We stopped so that we can continue." He held out his hand. "Come here."

Willow wormed her way back onto her seat and then moved over to straddle his thighs. Giles held the hem of her skirt as she sat down, keeping it from tangling underneath her body. "Here I am. What do you plan on doing with me?"

Releasing the material of her skirt, he slipped his hands underneath it and found the snap clasp of her teddy. Unhooking them, he pulled the soft, lacy fabric away from her skin, grasped his cock and guided it to her wet opening. Willow lowered herself onto him, moaning as he buried himself deep inside her.

Bracing his feet against the floor, Giles thrust upwards, impaling her. She moaned again, moving with him as he began their rapid movements. His fingers pressed tightly against the firm skin of her bottom, forcing her to take him as deeply as she could. He rolled his head back, gasping for air as he felt his climax growing closer. Willow was whimpering above him, trying in vain to make him apply some sort of pressure to her aching clit.

"Willow," he groaned, his orgasm eminent when a loud rapping against the car window brought their frenzied movement to an abrupt halt.

They both froze, Giles finally forced his muscles to work and roll down the window. The cool air felt like a slap in the face, sending shivers chasing down their heated skin. The police officer looked them both over for a moment before turning to face Giles. "Evening."

"Officer." A rush of recognition ran through him as he realized he was now facing the very officer he'd attacked the night of the band candy.

"I noticed you folks off to the side of the road and was wondering if you needed any assistance." His mocking tone was not lost on either of the car's occupants.

Willow swallowed hard. "He lost a contact lens." She looked quickly at Giles, making sure he wasn't wearing his glasses. "I was putting it back in for him."

Coughing, Giles managed to nod. "Yes. Quite."

"Quite." The cop took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of their interrupted activities. "Go home. Find a bed. Better yet, take her home before her parents find out you're having sex with their daughter." He scribbled something on his pad and handed Giles a warning. "Good night."

"Good ni…"

"And thanks for not trying to steal my handcuffs this time."

Grabbing Willow by the hips, Giles guided her off of his somewhat deflated erection and into her seat. "A contact lens?"

"What did you want me to say? My fiancé and I have found out that we like doing this in public places. Do you mind?"

"We should do as he suggested and go home."

Willow nodded her agreement. Giles refastened his slacks and pulled the car onto the road, noticing the officer didn't drive off until they had. He turned to Willow to comment and found himself clutching the steering wheel again.

She had turned sideways, her legs spread. One foot rested on the emergency brake while the other was still on the floor. Her skirt was gathered up to her hips and afforded him a perfect view of the rosy lips of her sex. Her hand snaked down between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow, languorous circles. Her hips thrust forward as she stared at him. "Touch me."

Trying to keep his attention on the road, Giles reached over with one hand and slipped two fingers deep inside her. Willow ground against them, all the while manipulating her clitoris until her whole body stiffened in release.

Giles waited until her body relaxed again before removing his fingers and raising them to his lips. Licking them clean, he pulled into his parking space and shut off the car quickly. "Come inside, love."

"No, I want you to come inside this time."

Giles unlocked the door and pulled Willow roughly inside. Slamming it behind her, he stripped her dress from her, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but her white thigh high stockings which were connected to the garters dangling from her lacy white teddy. The material between her legs was still unhooked and dangled in front of the damp mound of curls.

Sinking to the floor, Giles buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting out to lap up the remaining moisture from her earlier orgasm.

Willow's knees trembled and she grabbed his shoulders for support. "Giles?"

He ignored her, his hands unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside before unfastening his slacks yet again. His tongue continued to dance along her skin, licking her inner thighs before nuzzling against her clitoris. Her fingers dug into his skin as she swayed slightly.

Moving away from her, he guided her to her knees in front of him and divested himself of the rest of his clothes. Pulling her to him, he pressed his naked body to hers, his lips nibbling along her neck and shoulder. Lying back, he held her on top of him, his cock slipping easily between her legs.

They rolled over, Giles pushing the lacy material out of his way as he positioned himself between her thighs, the tip of his cock against the hot, wet lips of her labia. With a soft grunt, he filled her, the cool floor slick and slippery beneath them.

Willow pressed her shoulders against the wood, arching her hips upward, begging him to fill her even deeper. There was a hint of animalistic need in his eyes as he refused to speak, his need for her too strong for words.

"I need to torture you more often," she breathed, struggling for air with every hard, impassioned thrust. His hands were threaded in her hair, holding her beneath him as he captured her lips in a deep, firm kiss. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling her body off the floor as he cried out her name and pressed deep and hard inside her.

They collapsed; both of them overheated, sticky and sweaty. Willow slowly released her legs from his hips and allowed him to guide her gently back to the floor. Her body was sensitive to his touch, and the light feel of his fingertips across her skin forced a soft gasp from her. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," she said quietly.

"Nothing?" Giles asked, his thumb slipping between their still joined bodies and brushing her clit. She struggled for breath and he smiled. "Feels like something, love." He bent his head and kissed her tenderly as his hand teased the slippery button until she shivered uncontrollably and he felt the flood of her orgasm surround him. "Never pretend that you're satisfied if you aren't, Willow."

"You held back as long as you could…"

"Surely you've realized by now that even if the flesh is weak, the tongue and fingers are still more than willing."

She blushed and surged forward to kiss him. "I'll remember."

"I won't let you forget."