In a nightclub outside of town on the east side of Sunnydale, Giles and Cordelia held each other closely, dancing, slowly swaying to the music of the live orchestra. Cordy's lips slid over Giles' neck and she nibbled at the skin just under his jaw. Wrapping his arms around her back, Giles rested his cheek on the top of her head. They were safe here. No one they knew ever came to this place. There were a lot of people here tonight but had seen no one they knew. It was far off the beaten path for their friends and so it was one of the few spots where they could afford to be seen in public together.

Going out on dates was still fairly new and always dangerous.

"Giles?"

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Are you thinking about Wesley?"

Drawing back slightly so he could see her face, Giles said, "Why would I be thinking about him when I've got you in my arms?"

"Because I know you. Ever since you met him you've been thinking about him. Besides, we promised to be Truth Couple."

Sighing softly, Giles returned his cheek to the top of her head.

"He is rather tasty."

Giggling into her lover's chest, Cordelia said, "Cute, too. Maybe we could invite him over some time and get to know him better. Find out what he's got."

His lips curving into a smile, Giles said, "I think we might hear from him first."

"Really?"

"I did leave him in a bit of a state..."

"Aroused and alone?"

"I wonder what he did about it?"

Both of them got dreamy looks as they considered the possibilities.

"Went out and got himself a girl?" Cordy suggested after a moment.

"Can't see it. He's got a crush on you. No one else will do after he's lusted after the best."

Tilting her head back to look at him, Cordelia said, "You are such a sweetheart." She touched his lips with her fingers. "Doesn't it sort of depend on how much control he has?"

"And how desperate he is."

Cordelia wriggled closer, pressing her pelvis firmly against Giles. "Is that a turn on for you? Fantasizing about poor...lonely...Watchers?" She emphasized the last three words with three subtle thrusts of her hips, then ground herself hard against him.

His eyes half-closed as he savoured the sensation, Giles said quietly but with feeling, "Hell, no. He's the first in a long time who's even remotely attractive."

"So it is turning you on."

"No."

"Liar. I can tell. Thinking about Wesley is turning you on." Keeping one arm wound tightly against his side and back she slowly, firmly rubbed her other hand across his chest. She slipped her fingers between the buttons of his silk woven jacket and silk shirt, which were so much nicer to touch than his usual cotton and tweed, and tugged on a few hairs.

He groaned low in his throat, muffling it against her neck. Giles returned the pressure she was exerting on him below the belt by sliding his hands lower down her back and crushing her against him.

Fighting to regain control of himself, he cleared his throat and said, "Earlier, when I was looking at the beverage list..."

Cordelia interrupted. "You mean you were reading the beverage list. You never just look at anything that has words on it."

He conceded her point with a small grin and continued, "I saw something on the list that might interest you."

"Honey, you know I don't like to drink much."

"You'll like this one and you don't have to drink it. Trust me?"

"Of course."

Glancing around, he noted that they were not the only couple lost in each other. He pulled away slightly from Cordelia and led her around the room, the two of them dancing their way toward a little more excitement. No one was looking...

"...and then I said, 'Shirley, you don't know what you're talking about.' And then she said, 'But Stella, I do. It's a dollar thirty a pound cheaper at the market on Oak Street.' And I said..."

Snyder tuned out his wife's incessant drone. He'd taken her out for a night on the town thinking that getting her out of the house might just prompt her to loosen up and maybe give him some smoochies. It had been quite a while since the last time they'd been intimate. But no. Stella in a fancy nightclub was still Stella. Prattling on about the mundane things of her world, not remotely interested in his work or even in getting a job of her own. She seemed adept at avoiding stimulation -- of any kind.

Sighing audibly, Snyder parked his chin in his hand and looked around the room. The lighting wasn't really conducive to people watching but then most people here were watching their partners and not everyone else. Leave it to Hewitt Snyder to be the one man here seeking more enjoyment in the business of others than in his own wife. He sighed again.

All around them couples laughed and talked and danced. Take that man and young woman over there. Both were attractive, obviously totally wrapped up in each other, and probably going to have hot fun in the old bedroom tonight if he was any judge of character. They danced with their faces close together, arms around each other, eyes shut.

Snyder's eyes narrowed and he focussed more completely on the couple that had caught his attention. There was something familiar... The woman looked a little young to be here but it was too close to tell. Good figure though. Very nice. The man was the one who really struck him as seeming like someone he might know. Tall -- they were all tall, everybody was tall -- broad shoulders, wavy brown hair... He couldn't quite place him, though. He felt like he almost had it... If only he could get a good look at their faces. Damn mood lighting. Snyder sat a little straighter in his chair craning his neck to see them. The man slid his hands down the young lady's back. As he watched, she did the pelvic thrust against her boyfriend who had his hands all over her backside. By God! They were on the verge of making love right out there on the dance floor! This was too good to be true.

Snyder reached for his glass of ice water and downed half of it in one gulp. He didn't even pretend to be listening to his wife, and true to form, Stella didn't notice.

Then the waitress stepped up to their table with their food and got between Snyder and his clear view of that lovely intriguing couple. He bobbed and ducked around the waitress, looking under her arms as she reached across to set their plates on the table.

By the time the server moved out of the way, the couple was gone. Nowhere in sight. Snyder grumbled to himself. The one semi-interesting development of the night and it was over before it had begun. He settled back in his chair, listening to his wife with half an ear and scanned the room, searching for more entertainment.

The low murmur of conversation and the general noise level of the dining area grew muffled as Giles led Cordelia behind a wall and down a short hallway.

"Where are you taking me...?" Cordelia stopped dead in her tracks. "No."

"It's alright. Wait here." Giles slid his fingers out of her grasp and ducked into the men's room. He came out a short moment later and beckoned to her.

"No."

"There's no one in here. Come on."

"Are you insane?"

"Just randy."

"That means you're horny, right?"

"Do you even have to ask? Come on."

"No." But even as she protested she reached for his outstretched hand. Giles tugged her into the washroom after him.

"Why can't we do this in the ladies' room?"

"Too risky." Holding the back of Cordelia's head, Giles kissed her mouth then deposited feathery kisses on her collarbone exposed by the plunging neckline of her dress.

"Oh? And this isn't? A little lower, please." She turned her head so that he could have better access.

His mouth crept down between her breasts. "Too much traffic in the girls' room. Boys don't have to piss as often."

"Crude and a chauvinist. Very nice," she said sarcastically.

"I like to call myself a realist." Lifting his head, Giles' trailed his hands down her neck to her shoulders and arms then across to rest lightly on her breasts, his thumbs finding her nipples and rubbing circles around them. They stood out through the material of her dress.

Cordelia groaned and held on to him tightly, her fingers clamped onto his biceps. Impatiently, she pressed her thigh into his groin, rubbing suggestively. Taking that for a yes, let's go ahead and do it, Giles backed her up against the door they'd just come through.

"What...what does this have to do with a drink?" Cordelia asked breathlessly. He was doing wonderful things to her with his hands.

"The drink is called A Long, Slow, Comfortable Screw Against a Wall." Dropping to a crouch he pushed her skirt up, running his hands over her hips then got his fingers under the elastic of her panties.

"Didn't we...ahhh...didn't we just do this earlier?" Those adventurous fingers of his were probing her center, Cordelia bucked against them, squirming at the sensations.

Looking up at her, he smiled and said, "That was a Quick, Fast Fuck Against the Book Cage."

Cordelia laughed. "It wasn't so fast. We took enough time for me to get the imprint of the cage on my back. I can feel the ridges."

"Poor love. I'll massage them out later." Still crouching at her feet he had all of his attention focussed at eye level, his fingers stroking her under her skirt.

"You'd better. Ohhh, yes. That's good. Right...there. Oh."

Giles pulled her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. He tossed them aside then ran his hands up and down her calves, over her knees and lightly caressed her thighs.

"Since I don't seem to be using my undies much tonight we should have left them at the Library for Wesley to do something with."

"Like what?" On his knees, Giles held her skirt out of the way with fingers splayed against the insides of her thighs. Leaning forward, he placed his mouth against her sex, flicking his tongue across her clitoris.

Cordelia's fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Um, well. I-ahh..." Whatever thoughts she'd had flew right out of her head.

Giles sucked on the hard nub, drawing it into his mouth, then he plunged his tongue further in as deeply as possible and waggled it from side to side. Cordelia gasped, bucking wildly despite Giles' grasp on her hips, and rode out the wave of orgasmic bliss that washed over her.

Standing, Giles held her while she clung to him, her legs trembling too much to support her, tears springing to her eyes.

Resting her head against his shoulder, Cordelia whispered, "If I ever forget why I'm in this relationship, do that again to remind me?"

Kissing her forehead, Giles said, "I promise. That and much more."

It took her a few moments to recover but gradually she did and began to kiss him, her ardour rising again. She nuzzled his cheek, pressing her nose against his jaw and then licked the spot below his left earlobe. Giles moaned and tightened his arms around her as she paid particular attention to his throat. When she finally pulled away, she placed her hands on his shoulders and turned him around so that his back was now against the door.

Letting her have her way, Giles followed her down with his eyes as she knelt in front of him.

"Your turn," she announced brightly, unzipping his pants and reaching inside to guide his erection out so she could examine it.

The smirk on Giles' face vanished as Cordelia wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, dragged her tongue up the underside to the tip and then took him into her mouth. The heated wetness surrounding his cock nearly made him come right then, it felt so good. He wanted to stretch this moment out and enjoy it. He wound his fingers through the long strands of her hair and concentrated on the luxurious feel of it until he regained some semblance of command over himself. His lover did not pause in her ministrations, alternating between sucking and licking. The rhythm entrapped him and he fell into it, moving his hips in time to her beat. His control was slipping again and now he ached to claim his reward.

Suddenly, the door beneath his shoulder blades moved. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. Someone was trying to enter the washroom.

Yanking Cordelia to her feet, he shoved her, protesting, toward one of the stalls while he held the door closed with one hand. When she was safely inside, he ran in after her and shut the stall door.

"What the hell is going on here?" Snyder asked, looking around the apparently deserted washroom. Then he spied a small bundle of cloth lying on the floor. Prodding it with his toe he recognized it for what it was -- a pair of women's underpants. Satin. Lacy. Skimpy. Red. Gulping, he picked them up and stood there holding them, wishing he could persuade Stella to wear underwear like that so he could rip them off her. Then he dropped them. Goddess help him, he still found Stella desirable after all these years.

But what was this particular item doing in the men's room? Understanding dawned and he bent over to look under the stall doors. Sure enough, the first one revealed a pair of feet clad in men's shoes. There was someone else in here but was he alone? Deciding to play dumb, he walked nonchalantly over to the urinal which was the reason he'd come in here in the first place.

In the first stall, Giles stood before the toilet with his cock yearning for attention. Cordy was perched on the back of the tank, her feet off the floor and out of sight of prying eyes. They looked at each other, aware of the absurdity of the situation, and struggled not to laugh. Cordelia's gaze dropped to consider her lover's predicament. His erection was still very strong; the near miss of being discovered by the man out there had only fuelled the fire she'd lit in him.

Impatiently, knowing Giles was in torment in his unfullfilled state, Cordy wondered when the guy out there was going to go away so they could finish their fun.

Snyder stood in front of the urinal having completed his business. Thinking about Stella and the couple hiding in the stall, he hesitated in doing up his pants and looked down at himself. He was beginning to grow hard. He glanced one more time toward the stall and smiled.

Looking heavenward, Giles shifted his stance. Sweat beaded on his upper lip.

Cordelia took pity on him as an idea formed in her mind. She reached forward and braced her hands on his shoulders as she stood up. Crouching on the rim of the toilet seat, she urged him to sit down on it. It took some maneuvering while she tried not to step onto the floor but finally he was seated with his pants down around his ankles and she was straddling his lap with her feet hooked around his back.

They were now nose to nose. Cordelia looked him deep in the eyes as she raised up and then slowly settled back down over his engorged cock, skewering herself on him.

Giles stifled their moans by covering her mouth with his own. He held her hips while she raised up and again and again drove herself down onto him. He met her wildness thrust for thrust, the need for consummation so very urgent.

In the outer part of the washroom, Snyder listened to the small sounds coming from the stall. The muffled breathing, the rustle of clothing, the slap of skin on skin -- there was no mistaking what was going on in there.

Giles and Cordelia's frantic joining slowed as they neared completion.

Cordelia closed her eyes and she strained as every muscle from her groin up through her stomach contracted. She shuddered and went limp.

Giles felt her clench around him. He tensed and then spurted his seed up into her, fighting to keep from crying out. Recovering, they sat holding each other, their foreheads pressed together while they just breathed.

Snyder heard them finish. The picture forming in his mind of the two unknown people was almost his undoing. Not wanting to jerk himself off in a public restroom like some sort of pervert, he counted to ten thinking tingle dwindling thoughts and, when he felt himself relax down there, he zipped up. Before leaving he retrieved the girl's underpants, stuffed them into his jacket pocket and headed out.

Stella was going to do what he said for a change. He planned to get some tonight.

Giles kissed Cordy on the nose then assisted her in getting off him. Rearranging their clothing, they left the stall and took a moment to wash up before leaving the restroom.

"That was close," Cordelia breathed, holding tightly to Giles' hand. He looked at her and they burst out laughing. "I wonder who it was?"

"And is he watching us right now?" Giles glanced around the room as they crossed to their table.

Snyder had his back to them as they passed within a few feet of him.

"Come along, my dear," he spoke to his wife. "We're going home. I have an idea for a new game we can play."

"Can we invite the Hendersons over to play, too?" she asked as he hustled her to the cashier.

"Perhaps another time."

~ end ~