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Carrying the werewolves didn’t take long. He helped Buffy to carry them to a van which had been driven by a guy wearing a Hawaiian shirt. He helped her put them in the back of the van. “I’ll return and explain it soon. I promise,” Buffy said as they stood behind the van.

“Deal,” he said, but when she tried to take a step into the van, he grabbed her waist. “But I need to start getting the interest soon,” he said, kissing her hard. She was surprised at first, but she was quick to respond.

Her burst of passion didn’t surprise him. He remembered the extra heat she had after confronting vampires as well. Fighting got her engine roaring.

A fun side effect.

“I’ll be back soon. Keep an eye on Willow,” she said, and stepped into the car. The guy wearing a Hawaiian shirt looked at him, shocked, but Sam just waved at him, and they drove away.

He returned to the dorm room, and saw Willow trying to repair the window. To his surprise, she looked actually calm rather than hysterical. He had already realized Buffy’s life was far more exciting than he had first assumed, even with her supposed ability to take down vampires with ease, but Willow was just as calm, as if she hadn’t just died. “Sorry about the window,” he said as he walked in.

Willow looked at him and smiled. “I mean, it’s better than leaving me with that murderous b-bitch.” Her tone made the insult amusing despite her stammer. He suspected that it was the dirtiest word she had used to date.

“Nice pun,” he said, and she smiled as if he had just awarded her a gold star.

He closed the door and approached her. “You’re taking the existence of werewolves very well,” she said.

He shrugged. “I mean, magic, vampires, and demons exist. Werewolves are not that much of a stretch, are they?”

“You know about vampires?” She said, then paused. “Of course you do. That’s probably how you two met. You were all whoosh and bam.”

“I’m starting to realize Anne takes the security of her community seriously,” he said as he approached, helping Willow tape a tarp over the window.

Willow giggled. “Yeah, you can say that.”

“So, you’re calm for a girl who almost got mauled in a jealous fit,” he teased her, testing.

She shrugged. “Well, not the first time I almost got killed by a monster with too many teeth. You get used to it.”

“Sunnydale is truly a mess, then,” he said.

“You have no idea,” she giggled. “Our high school life has been a mess.”

“Yeah,” he said. “So, what’s your role in the team?” he asked.

“I’m the witch.”

“Oh, really,” he said. “How does it work? Do you wave a wand and fix everything?”

“No, of course not. That’s just Vegas tricks,” she said dismissively, like he had floated a ridiculous idea. “Real magic requires intricate rituals to manipulate the fabric of reality. It takes time and effort.”

“Really?” he nodded, happy that he had confirmed one thing. She wasn’t a witch in the same way Hermione and Holly were. Not only that, she didn’t know about their existence. But whether it was her ignorance or a larger issue, he didn’t know.

The true extent of the wand-using magical world was still a mystery to him.

“Yep.”

“The fabric of reality?”

She blushed. “Well, that’s what they say, at least. I’m still a beginner. I don’t know much.”

“I’m sure you’re amazing,” he responded.

“Thanks,” she said, rising to her toes as she tried to pin the tarp, but flinched. “My neck.”

“Alright, sit down,” he said while he handled that part, sealing the gap before he sat behind her. “Now, take a deep breath. I’ll give a massage to make you relax.”

“I can just take a painkiller,” she said.

“You don’t need it,” he said, and sat back. “How about this? You tell me about the general nature of magic and stuff, while I massage your neck. An equivalent exchange.”

She might be a beginner in magic, but that was still valuable to give him critical context. He had some understanding of wand magic, so he should be able to fill in the blanks about the ritual kind.

Willow whimpered as his hands started to dance over her neck. “Wow, you’re good,” she said.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg,” he responded, continuing to rub her neck. She whimpered again. “So, magic,” he said.

“Right,” she said.

He settled behind her, dealing not only with the terrible strain she had endured but also with the knots she collected by always sitting on a desk. She tried to keep herself from moaning, which ruined her magical lecture. “Relax. Nothing to be ashamed of. I’m good at massaging,” he said.

“Fine. How about I tell you about magic later? It’s hard to concentrate.”

“Deal,” he said. He was happy to spend more time in Sunnydale. Danger was bad, but with Buffy as backup, he could improve his staff technique quickly. He had already seen how amazing Buffy was with ranged stuff, yet the system rewarded unarmed combat for her.

She must be incredible.

Also, while he had to drive for a fight tomorrow, he could immediately return after it. He probably wouldn’t need to fly back to London for at least ten days since Hermione’s schedule was jammed, and Holly avoided him.

That was a lot of time to study magic.

Lost in thought, he didn’t realize Willow was enjoying the massage a little too much.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+25 Wiccan Magic]

[Wiccan Magic Uninitiated -> Basic]

[Tertiary Special Character Defeated, Oz Osbourne]

[+10 Meditation]

He hadn’t been expecting to give her a climax just by giving her an innocent massage. Well, relatively innocent. He stayed firmly focused on her back and her neck. He also didn’t expect Oz to give more skill to him after what happened, but who was he to turn his nose up at extra points.

As for the contents of the skills, he decided examining them wasn’t that urgent.

“Did you pull a muscle, Willow?” he asked, giving her an out.

“I … I think so. Maybe some warm water will be better—“ she started, only for Buffy to pick the perfect time to arrive. Poor Willow froze.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, glad that he was maintaining the charade. Whenever he called her Anne, she shuffled guiltily, making her slightly more accepting of his moves in return, such as, giving her red-faced roommate a massage.

“Hey … Anne,” Willow said as well, her pause much more pronounced.

“Wills,” she said. “How are you?”

“Fine,” she said, her voice unnecessarily loud, enough to alert Buffy about her guilty orgasm. She managed to continue in a calmer tone, at least by her standards. “Can we keep him? He gives incredible massages.”

Luckily for her, Buffy was distracted by his smile. “I do,” he said with a deliberately mocking tone. “But, someone needs to apologize properly to regain her massage privilege back.”

She blushed, but she also walked closer, sitting on the other side of him. He continued massaging Willow. “Look, I’m sorry. Things got complicated—“

He didn’t bother waiting for her to finish. He kissed her, his hands still on Willow’s neck. “I understand. Remember, I ended up using a stick on two very naughty doggies. Just remember to give a quick call, at least. Or better, get your hands on a cell phone.”

“I can’t have a cell phone,” she said. “They always break.”

At that point, Willow coughed pointedly. “Guys, I’m here as well.”

“Sorry, Wills,” Buffy said. “Just…”

“I get it. Just because I’m having relationship problems doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.”

Buffy chuckled. “Well, it looks like you’re having plenty of fun already,” she said.

That made Willow whimper and escape forward. “I hurt my neck. He was just helping me,” she said, her voice getting too thin and tense, making it very obvious that she was lying.

Or not, he decided when he saw Buffy chuckle. Clearly, she missed the subtext. Or maybe, Willow reacted to other things excessively as well.

“It’s fine, Wills, just joking,” Buffy said.

“How about I go and take a long shower while you guys talk,” Willow said. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and drown myself.”

Buffy looked ready to argue, but a kiss from him killed that possibility. He only let her go once the bathroom door closed. “I missed you,” she said.

“I missed you as well,” he said. “Luckily, despite a Sunnydale delay, we are free to have fun,” he said. He kissed her again, her already burning passion turning into a bonfire.

Unfortunately, despite her burning arousal, she was able to pull back. “Yes, but I can’t leave Willow alone tonight. You understand that, right?”

“Of course I do,” he said. He didn’t know everything about her, but he could see she wouldn’t leave Willow alone.

Luckily, he had a fun idea about how that could be utilized. Willow was no longer distraught, not to mention her reward was particularly tempting. He didn’t want to go behind Buffy’s back to seduce her.

All that remained to see was whether he could achieve that while keeping Buffy in the loop. “How about this, my beautiful Anne? We’ll take her with us to dancing, and we’ll make sure to keep her included?”

“I was just going to get a lot of ice cream and put on a sad movie, but you’re right. She should be having proper college fun after an ugly breakup.”

“Exactly,” he said, then kissed her. “But, speaking of fun, how about we have some for ourselves.”

“Willow is right there,” she said.

“And, taking a shower. We’ll stop when she turns off the water. Don’t tell me you can’t stay silent even a little.”

She gulped. “But, Willow…”

“She won’t see anything,” he whispered. “Well, unless she decides to peek on us. And, I’m sure she wouldn’t want to ruin their saviors relaxing a bit after such a dangerous encounter. Werewolves were scary. I need some consoling.”

“You don’t look scared,” she said, but her smile was growing.

“I’m very scared inside. You need to feel it,” he responded, already unbuttoning his pants. She mirrored it. They didn’t even bother removing fully, merely pushing them enough to give access, but not low enough to prevent her from wrapping her legs around his waist.

He knew she would be sopping wet after the little adventure, so he pushed hard. She moaned. He adjusted their state so that he was the one that was looking at the bathroom door, curious if Willow would pull a naughty move.

He took her deep, expecting her to moan loud enough to summon Willow. But then, she didn’t need to. He noticed when the light from the keyhole faded. He could have let it slide, but with his plans for the latter half of the night in place, he picked a more dangerous but equally promising path.

He pulled away from the kiss. “Don’t make any sudden moves,” he whispered.

“Why?” she whispered, tensing. “Another monster?”

“No. Don’t react, just check the reflection of the bathroom door in the desk mirror,” he suggested. He let her look. The widening of her eyes suggested she saw what he was pointing at.

“Apparently, I was wrong to assume she wouldn’t peek on us.” When she opened her mouth to gasp in shock, he kissed her, killing her initial reaction. “Come on, Anne. She’s just stressed after the day she had. Let’s not shame her,” he whispered, her middle name once again working like magic, giving him a valuable second.

“But—“ she tried to whisper.

“It’s not like you have anything to be ashamed of. You look amazing,” he whispered, his hips enough to silence her. Well, make her moan, but it was more or less the same thing. She clenched him.

“Fine,” she whispered, a pump later, she actually surprised him by removing his shirt. “If she wants a show, she should get one,” she whispered.

“Good point,” he responded, removing her shirt in response, followed by her bra. Willow’s moan was audible. “She’s not that good at sneaking around, right?” he said, knowing that those comments would turn it into even more of a game, especially in the heat of the moment.

“Yeah, Willow is kind of clumsy,” she responded, as if they were talking about the weather and not giving a show to her best friend. Admittedly, it went even smoother than he had expected.

He suspected it was mostly the timing. He couldn’t have arranged such a perfect scenario if he tried.

“Certainly arrogant,” he added with a whisper, curious whether she realized he would be seeing her. Maybe she did not, after all, the last time the door was wide open.

He hummed happily while he took her nipple to his mouth, pushing for a climax, curious who would fold first.

The answer turned out to be Willow.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+20 Wiccan Magic]

[Tertiary Special Character Defeated, Oz Osbourne]

[+10 Meditation]

“Our little voyeur stopped watching,” he said as he grabbed her hips, railing hard.

“Too bad. I was just warming up—“ she started, which was all she was able to say before climaxing.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Main Character Defeated, Buffy Summers]

[+10 Boxing]

He hummed while she collapsed onto his chest. Boxing was always welcome, and he was glad he didn’t have to worry about a dangerous guy obsessed with her, whenever he got that bonus.

However, those thoughts flew away when she slid down, took him to her throat, and showed off her ability to hold her breath and ignore discomfort, so he filled her throat a mere minute later.

“Willow is lucky you care about her that much,” he said while he watched her remove her jeans and put on a bathrobe.

She just giggled, still riding the high of her orgasm. “Do you need to go back to your car for a change of clothes?”

“No,” he said, showing the inside of his bag, where he had a change of clothes, as well as stakes and holy water. “I thought I was prepared, but werewolves came as a surprise. Maybe we should spend a part of tomorrow brainstorming about the best emergency kit.”

That made her smile, which surprised him at first. “You’re here tomorrow as well.”

“Yes. I’ll drive back late afternoon for a fight,” he reminded. Her eyes widened, and she smiled. “You can come to watch if you want. It’ll be fun, and we can drive back after the fight. Or, celebrate my win in Los Angeles and drive back in the morning.”

She hesitated. “Better not, LA and I don’t agree.”

Recognizing her tone, he just nodded.

Instead, he got a spare towel from her, wrapping around his wrist. “Shower together?” she offered.

“Tempting, but if I do that, we won’t be able to leave,” he said.

She nodded. “Don’t torture Willow for being naughty, then,” she said with a wicked smile. “Well, not too much,” she added. He nodded.

He liked it when Buffy was being naughty.

When Willow finished showering and opened the door, Buffy was waiting at her. “It was a long shower, Wills,” she said.

“S-sorry about it, B,” she responded, then turned to him with panic, then back to Buffy. He was glad he hadn’t confronted them. Watching them stumble and panic was fun in a whole different way.

Buffy closed the door, while Willow looked at him, realizing she was wearing only a fluffy bathrobe, and he was half-naked. He stood up, walking to her. She whimpered, took a step to the side, only to get locked between him and the wardrobe. “Do you need help with the clothes, Willow?” he whispered.

“For what?” she said.

“You’ll come with us to the club, of course. Anne wouldn’t leave you alone, and I don’t want to spend my night alone, so it’s a nice compromise,” he teased.

She gulped, but her eyes were excited. He had deliberately avoided hitting on her earlier today, but that was when she had been distraught and crying, not horny enough to peek on them. “Dancing,” she whispered. “I don’t need your help to pick dancing clothes,” she said.

“Really,” he said. “Which one is your wardrobe?” She pointed one, and he opened, checked, and closed back.

“Hey, I’m happy with my outfit,” she said. “I have some fun stuff.”

“Nope,” he responded as he opened Buffy’s closet, which had a lot more fun clothes … as well as a lot of weapons. But, in a dorm room where he had been attacked by a werewolf an hour ago, he found it difficult to argue against the precaution.

He dug through the wardrobe and picked a skirt. “Let’s see how it’ll look on you,” he said. She nodded, but whimpered when he reached for the rope of her robe. “Come on, Willow. You have watched us from the keyhole again. Do you think it’s time to be shy?”

Her eyes widened. “You have seen that — I mean, of course I didn’t,” she whimpered.

“It’s not a big deal,” he said, caressing her cheek.

“It’s not,” she said.

“Well, at least for me. You still have to apologize to Anne,” he said. “But, if you impress me with your outfit, I’ll help you.”

She whimpered again, but when he reached the side of her bathrobe, she let her arms to the side. He pushed, and it slipped down, pooling on the ground. She avoided his gaze, blushing, but she couldn’t help her hopeful expression.

She was longing for compliments. He didn’t blame her for that. Getting dumped never felt good.

“You are beautiful,” he said as he put his hand on her back, dragging down until he cupped her ass. She whimpered, but she also looked up, her cute green eyes filled with desire. Understandable after the show she watched. “Now, check the wardrobe and find something that shows your sexiness.”

“I …” she said, but turned to the wardrobe. He took a step back, watching her cute ass. She glanced back, her skin tone almost matching her hair.

“Come on, Willow, bend down,” he ordered. She whimpered again, but she followed. That was the little perk of saving her life heroically from two werewolves, one of them being her cheating boyfriend.

To be fair, Buffy was the one who brought the victory with the tranquilizers, but that was the benefit of being on the front line. He got the lion’s share of the credit.

Willow picked the most conservative item from Anne’s wardrobe. He spanked her, and kept his hand on her ass. “Come on, Willow, you can do better,” he teased. Her whimper almost tempted him to kill his club decision and celebrate naked, but he knew it was a bad idea.

He needed Buffy to step over the line first to safely reach the reward he had in mind.

Though, in the process, gently fingering Willow while trying to convince her to adjust her fashion sense was a fun way to spend some time. Admittedly, one might claim he was crossing the line that way.

Luckily, there was no such person in the room.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+15 Wiccan Magic]

[Tertiary Special Character Defeated, Oz Osbourne]

[+5 Meditation]

[Wiccan Magic Basic -> Intermediate]

Rewards were fun as well.