My Chess Entries
Willow awoke feeling only slightly puzzled and soon was smiling. She was no Harry Potter, whose role she'd played in her fantasy. She had relived the moment in the first book of the famous series when Harry and his friends fought on a giant chess board. The world didn't depend on her to save it; nor did the role fall solely to her best friend, despite her Slayer status. Neither of them were alone and never would be. Like Harry, Buffy had Willow and Xander, but then, too, they had Giles. The four of them would never abandon each other.
The End
"How on Earth did I ever let you talk me into this?" Giles asked, squirming in his tweed boxers and cotton socks.
"I never should've played." A naked Xander shook his head woefully. "I know I don't know a thing about chess."
"You don't know anything about fighting, either," Spike retorted, "but lack of knowledge's never stopped you, Zeppo."
Xander cringed. "I'm never going to live any of this down." Spike grinned.
Giles yelped when his door opened. Willow squealed, covered her eyes, but peeked. "That," Anya stated, grinning broadly, "is what fantasies are made of!"
"Euuw!" Buffy exclaimed but snuck another look.
The End
"You are quite adept, Faith," Giles remarked, his studious mouth quirking with a smile, "for a novice player. I would not have thought you a chess player."
Faith shrugged. "With the right partner. I used to play with my grandfather." She leaned closer to her opponent, studying him through dark and veiled eyes. "But what do ya say we really make this interesting, G?"
"Oh? How so?"
He listened to Faith's idea as he made a move that trumped her lead Knight. "If you are certain . . . " he spoke uncertainly himself, eyeing the girl before him.
"Oh, I'm sure." Faith grinned.
There was nothing to fear, he thought and so accepted her offer only to find himself nearly undressed in the next minute. Faith's grin grew as Giles blushed. "I always win with the right motivation. I knew B was wrong not to be hitting your bones."
"I beg your pardon!"
Her grin continued to grow. "And I knew you'd look better with your clothes off. Tweed's not really your style is it, Ripper? You'd be better in leather, but nothing beats naked." She took his Queen. "Now drop 'em." What followed were the most humiliating and exhilarating moments in Giles' life.
The End