Giles Takes Andrew to the Library

"But--But, Mr. Giles, I can't fight the Master, I can't even fight too good in Soul Calibur!"

With Cordelia out of earshot, they came to the library. "Don't be absurd. The Master will be simple to take care of. That's not why I brought you out of your conversation with Cordelia. I am Buffy's watcher you know, and I have to do her bidding on occasion. Now have fun."

Giles threw Andrew into the library, then closed the doors nonchalantly and walked away into the halls.

Andrew was confused for the moment, till he turned his head around and panned his gaze across the room. Across one of the tables layed a gorgeous, athletic, perfectly fuckable 16 year-old Buffy Summers.

"You know I don't like you talking to Cordelia," she said. "That's why I had to get Giles to go bring you hear."

"Oh, um, I'm, um, um, um--" Andrew closed his eyes and tried to forget her naked body, just so he could finish his sentence. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" she asked, genuinely confused. "It's not your fault I'm not giving you enough to make you loyal. I decided to fix that problem."

Andrew paused. "What?!"

"I'm going to make sure you stay with me, Andrew, by any means necessary. Tell me... Ass, pussy, hand or mouth?"

"Ummmm..." was all Andrew managed to say.