Rupert put his key in the lock but was unable to open his door. His hands trembled too much. Gorgon cast an anxious eye back from whence they came, wondering why they had not been followed. Rupert tried again after flexing his fingers; it was useless. He rested his head against the door.

"Willow, I can’t get us in…" His eyes closed as his body slumped to the ground.

"Rupert!" Willow cried, she checked his pulse. He’d only passed out. Gorgon picked him up while Willow unlocked the door, holding it open while he brought Giles inside, Gorgon hesitated with his burden, waiting for instruction.

"Upstairs, I’ll make some supper. He’ll be hungry." Willow busied herself filling a tray to capacity, with yummy things to snack on. She even remembered a plate of goodies for Gorgon. She was going to have her way with Rupert Giles tonight, by hook or by crook!

Rupert lay naked beneath their bedcovers. Willow came in and set the tray down on the bed. Gorgon occupied the opposite end of the bed to Giles. He smiled when he saw the worms and snails on his plate. Willow retrieved some spare pillows from the cupboards and arranged them round Rupert’s head. She lifted him gently and he smiled in his sleep.

"Thank you for my snack, Willow, it was thoughtful of you."

Willow gave him an embarrassed smile. "You’re our guest, and just because … you didn’t call me mistress." She sounded mildly disappointed.

"After your display of Witchery tonight I did not think it appropriate, but if you insist. I will call you mistress." He grinned.

Rupert woke up abruptly he breathed in Willow’s scent. He smiled.

"Hello sleepy, time to eat…" Willow dipped her head to kiss him, he returned the kiss. She pulled away and he chased her lips until he was sitting up. He yawned; he had had such a good sleep. Willow gave him a plate.

"We’re having a picnic, I was hungry and I only wrote your name so you must be starved!" Giles surveyed the spread before him; it was years since he’d had a midnight feast. He hastily grabbed morsels, reminded of how you either ate quickly or you died of starvation, well till breakfast at least. Through swallows of tea and bites of food they carried on a conversation about the evening’s events until they finished their picnic.

"Will they offer you a job?" Gorgon asked as he discarded his plate.

"Not bloody likely, after what I did to the decor. No, I meant what I said. I’m not a Watcher. Don’t know who I am now, but that doesn’t matter anymore…" He ran his thumb over Willow’s wrist, smiling. Gorgon glanced from one to the other. Time to leave.

He got out of the warm bed and took the tray. Willow smiled as he closed the door quietly.

"He’s a smart man…" Giles whispered. Willow nodded moving toward him her hands reaching for his chest.

"You tired?" She asked as her hot pink tongue darted out to lick lazy circles on his chest. He shook his head, his voice suddenly uncooperative.

"Gooood" she breathed. "Me neither. Mind if I have some Watcher desert?"

He could only shake his head again as Willow snaked down the bed licking and nipping his torso as she progressed to her goal. He hooked his thumbs in the sheet and pushed it past his hips so he could watch her at her task. He had an extremely difficult time remaining still, her tongue lashing felt exquisite. He placed one hand on her head stroking her hair then gripping as his climax approached. His hips bucked under Willow’s sensual ministrations, moments later, head thrashing, he cried her name as he climaxed.

Gradually, he became aware of soft tugging sucks at his groin. Willow was still there and he was responding. His heart pounded in his chest as she succeeded in getting his attention again!

He pulled her up, she had an impish smirk fixed on her face and looked gloriously dishevelled. He gathered her into his arms in a warm embrace. Willow was lulled to sleep by his butterfly kisses and the sound of his beating heart.

He rolled over in the hollow of the pillows and searched for her. His eyes opened when he couldn’t find her. He half sat supporting himself on one forearm. There she was, standing in front of the open window. Her skin reflecting the rose and pearl of the early dawn, her beauty at this time of day had a faery quality. She smiled and sunshine lanced into the room, the gentle breeze stirred her fiery hair and the long muslin curtains whipped round her delicate ankles. She inclined her head and drew him from the bed to her side by an invisible thread of shared desire.

She glanced down; he was ready. His breath came as short gasps, nostrils flaring as he caught her feminine scent. Willow stroked her fingers over his turgid erection, small knots of tension built in his belly. Something was going to happen.

"Hands behind your back, Mr. Giles." Her tone was soft but demanding. Could he possibly get any harder? "Now…" Yep, that did it!

He obeyed, crossing his wrists behind his back; he couldn’t help shifting his hips forward at the same time. Willow coloured slightly but resisted the temptation to kiss him.

"Do that again and I’ll have to hurt you. Are you going to keep your hands behind you?" She let the scarf that she had balled in her fist, fall and whip his legs with silk in the breeze.

"Or do I have to tie them?" She whispered seductively. No good, hip thrust, groan and hands that flew to her breasts all at one and the same time. Willow stepped closer to him, tilting her head she licked his nipple. His eyes dark with passion, snapped shut as he snatched a breath. Willow smiled then scraped her teeth over the erect bud. He hissed in pleasurable pain.

"Told you, now, as you were." Rupert nodded, finding it hard to draw breath. Wherever did Willow learn this erotic torment?

"Bind me, Willow." He gasped. "Please…" She smiled in triumph behind him as she knotted the scarf round his wrists.

"Call me mistress, slave." She tried really hard to keep her tone commanding but it was tough when you had an annoying trickling itch of arousal to contend with. Especially when he groaned like that! She closed her eyes, feeling hot, her nipples tingling with his earlier caress. She finished binding and fixed what she hoped was an imperious look on her face, looking up into his lust filled eyes, she nearly lost the plot! Swallowing hard, she took him in hand. He had no choice but to follow, but not so quickly…

The stairs proved to be tricky. He stumbled in the hall and fell against her. There was a brief tussle and a languid kiss when she lost her grip. He fought against his bonds briefly but her resolve won the day. Rupert growled in frustration.

Willow led him through the kitchen, the floor cold underfoot. She was taking him into the garden; the early morning chill diminished her hold on him.

"Wait till you see, Rupert," she said. Her eyes shining with love. He smiled but played the reluctant slave that she had to kiss into movement. He liked her game!

At the top of the garden she halted and stepped through the overgrowth dragging him with her. She ducked behind him to free him from his tender bondage. He embraced her tenderly sharing a kiss which caressed her soul only releasing her after precious moments of closeness, to look round the small clearing. He shared her wonder of the place.

The camomile was soft underfoot, moss cushioned rocks nestled near a cool bubbling stream, where bluebells and irises vied for space in the carpet of wildflowers that lined its banks. In the borders lavender clung tightly round hybrid tea roses; freesias and lily’s lent their scent to the heady atmosphere. There was a single honeysuckle that wound and climbed the Willow at the garden’s heart.

The lover’s breath stilled, the scent washing over them. This was an enchanted place. The rest of the garden was wild and ruddy. Here, was Eden.

"Oh, Willow! It’s magical!" She smiled and his heart leapt, laughing she dragged him further in. The scent of the garden entered their lungs and fused with their spirits. They were forever tied to this place now. It was a bondage that neither wished to break.

"I wanted the first time to be here, Rupert." He clasped her hands to his chest, enfolding her, sinking with her to the soft green beneath their feet. The scarf flew from her hand and caught on the lavender. The next hours were spent in mutual worship, slowly bringing each other to the edge ecstasy, weaving and casting a spell of love that would last an age. When at last they joined they knew their love would bare fruit, the time was ripe.

Each wished in turn for their child to be Witch/Watcher, healthy/happy, cherished/protected and wise/kind. Rupert gazed down on Willow as she came down, his own climax crashing in his body, he shuddered his last breath into her perfumed hair. Never had he felt so complete!

"Husband." Willow murmured.

"Wife." He returned. She snuggled close to him and they slept on the camomile carpet. While the shower that watered the rest of the garden left them untouched in the warmth of their enchanted garden.

End of part 6

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