The End of the World

The phone rang much too early that morning. Giles reached out, over Xander's torso, and grabbed it from the nightstand. "Giles speaking," he mumbled.

 

"What do they want?" Xander asked sleepily.

 

Giles listened and nodded. "All right then, call the necessary people and let me know when it's fixed." Xander was rubbing sleep out of his eye when Giles turned to him. "Seems like the entire computer system has failed."

 

"The Council?" Xander asked unnecessarily.

 

"Security can't open doors for anyone to go in or out. They've no idea how long it will take to fix." Giles grinned, shifting until he was straddling Xander's hips. "I suppose we ought to make the most of our unexpected late morning."

 

Xander's hands caressed their way to Giles' ass, forcing a shiver down his spine. "I could go for that."

 

Giles leaned forward, taking Xander's earlobe between his teeth. "I thought you would."