He's The Watcher and More

“You’re my watcher,” muttered Buffy. “Oh God, you’re my watcher!” she screamed, gently building towards an orgasm.

Andrew, beneath her, came in sync with her. Their simeltanious orgasms were loud and released slowly. Faith watched, snickering as she masturbated. She loved watching sex almost as much as she loved having it.

She applauded as Buffy straddled off Andrew. “Bravo, good show, good show,” she smiled.

Faith walked over to an exhausted Buffy and helped her stand. “Well, leave now Andrew. Us slayer girls gotta sleep.”

Shocked, Andrew found himself being ushered and pushed out. They slammed the door shut on him. He staggered through the halls, unsure of what had happened.

The next day was the epic and final battle. Since that’s so obviously boring, I’ll skip over it. The next important thing happened one month later. Andrew hadn’t even gotten Buffy and Faith to acknowledge what happened.

That was until one afternoon, exactly one month after the night they spent together. Buffy and Faith suddenly seemed really weird around Andrew. One afternoon at the place they were staying at in California, they took him to a private room.

“So...” he asked. “Why did you take me here?” he sat down on a chair.

“Andrew... We don’t like you and you don’t like us...” said Buffy.

“I like you,” he said calmly.

There was a pause. Buffy continued: “That doesn’t matter. Because... We missed our... Faith and I took the tests... And... We’re...”

Faith interrupted as Buffy stalled. “B and I are pregnant.”

“What the fuck?!” screamed Andrew.