Giles kept glancing at his companion. Ethan had been in a snit all morning, since breakfast, because they’d run out of cream and he’d had to have his coffee black; his croissant was on the cool side and the mummified bulls pizzle he’d ordered turned out to be dried goat’s pizzle; totally the wrong ingredient; he was livid!

Giles opened his mouth to speak, but Ethan dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Don’t start…I’m not cross with you." He smiled weakly, "Just dreadfully disappointed in that company! I’ve a mind to mummify the Directors pizzle so he knows the bloody difference!"

Giles winced and blinked the tears from his eyes. "Please don’t, I’m still reeling from your last stunt Ethan."

Ethan grinned a sly evil grin, "You’d have thought that traffic warden would have been happy with two pricks…"

Giles swivelled his gaze to Ethan and softly swore beneath his breath, "Her boyfriend was not amused."

"Do mind the cyclist Rupert," Ethan eased the steering to avoid the speeding cyclist, "she was our first customer…" he added calmly, remembering the crisp fold of banknotes in their wallets.

"You’re impossible!" Giles muttered.

Ethan smiled a cherubic smile, "I love you too, sweetums."

She traced the contours of her lover’s body with the rapidly melting ice… watching her shudder as her nipple tightened beneath the frozen cube. She licked the gentle curve of her breast, hot tongue following ice. Her knee gently nudging her lover’s moist pussy.

The scent of passion and essential oils hung in their bedroom, warm seductive saris made a snug cocoon around the two women. They wound together, a pale and mocha mix of limbs and urgent flesh.

The hangings around their bed fluttered on the crest of impending orgasm. The room lit up with iridescent colours and the motion on the bed evolved into thrashing and the bodies lifted from the bedclothes, slipping the bonds of gravity to embrace and plunge one into the other.

The moans were constant and rising to a crescendo, so much so that the room seemed to acquire a heartbeat, punctuated by gasps and cherished sounds.

Soon the moment slipped by and in the satin silence, one woman caressed the other, pressing sweet hot kisses down the column of her throat. "Willow…" she whispered.

The Redhead turned her lips to her lover’s ear, her tongue gently lapping the earlobe. "Love you Hazel." She shifted and realised they were still afloat. Hazel giggled slightly and Willow joined in. She remembered the first time levitation occurred whilst lovemaking; she still had the bruises where Hazel clung to her. "Ok, we ease off Pinky together…" Willow sighed as she and Hazel slowly slid off the dildo they used for sex.

Hazel and Willow landed on the bedcovers together with Pinky following a moment later; slick and sticky with their juices.

Hazel picked it up and arched an enquiringly eyebrow at her partner as she slid her lips over the artificial cock.

Willow joined her a moment later, her eyes glanced at the clock on the bedside table…Time was short… All thoughts of work left her head as Hazel palmed her breast squeezing lightly.

Giles unlocked the office door and noticed the disarray.

Ethan waltzed in and stood hands in pockets in the centre of the room. He looked uncomfortable.

"It’s um, adequate…" Giles fought for something nice to say.

Ethan kicked a dusty newspaper with a look of disdain. "They’re kidding aren’t they?" He looked at the dismal fly spotted window in the office and spied a door in the corner blocked by a filing cabinet. He made his way over to it and opened the door; he peeped in and smiled back at Giles. "It’s huge, dear heart!"

Giles grinned and was pleased that at last his lover had got over his mood. He followed Ethan into the larger office, just as the door to the smaller office door opened and two women walked in.

"Oh, my GOD!" Willow exclaimed her palm on her forehead as she looked around, "They didn’t tell me it was going to be in this state! What’ll my boss say?" She spun round when she heard a familiar male voice and her face brightened a thousand fold.

"My description was ’adequate’…" Giles grinned as Willow flung herself across the room to embrace him.

Ethan and Hazel stood quietly by at opposite ends of the room and watched, each feeling a jealous tinge.

Willow parted from the hug first. "Are you the boss Giles?" Then as if remembering, she glanced back at Hazel, and stretched out her hand. "This is Hazel…"

The dark haired medium stepped forward and took Willow’s hand.

They stood very closely and Giles looked at Willow and Hazel with warm accepting eyes. He found Ethan draped over his shoulder suddenly and quirked a sideways grin at him.

"A pleasure to meet you m’dear. I’m Ethan and this is my… companion, Rupert."

Hazel smiled and shook Ethan’s hand. She shuddered as she saw an echo of a demon at the man’s touch.

"Ah, you have the gift, my little wood nymph, why don’t the two of us go in search of comestibles whilst our partners tidy up?"

Hazel allowed herself to be led out of the office, while Giles just gaped at the door.

Willow smiled and handed him a broom.

End of part one.

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