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Rupert Giles was swearing.
//Bloody Hell.//
Their guests were about to arrive but Davies and he had gotten their zips stuck ... together. Wicked teeth a breath away from equipment they'd rather keep functioning.
So innocuous. Leaning in for one last kiss before their guests arrived.
The ping of the lift signaled impending doom.
"Xander, would you give us a hand? And keep the girls away."
Xander's eye widened in shock. "Um, so thinking you don't need another hand ... down there."
Giles growled, "Just find a pencil!"
Within seconds, they were the perfect hosts.
Xander couldn't stop blushing ... storing another fantasy.