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In Dreams I Walk With You	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Giles Views: 81254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“If you don’t admit that there’s something there, some tiny feeling for me, then I’ll untie Dru and let her kill you instead.”
The demented brunette vampire lashed to the post grinned with pleasure. “Yes, please. I like that game much more.”
Buffy leaned forward in her chains, her voice low and promising. “Spike.” The vampire came closer, eager to hear what she had to say. “The only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.”
At these icy words, Spike roared in fury. He grabbed the neck of the red blouse Buffy was wearing and ripped it right down the middle, exposing the small ripe breasts. “Damn it, Slayer! One way or another…”
Buffy struggled, trying to push him off, as he grabbed her hips and dragged her body flush against his. She brought her left leg up to knee him in the groin but he was expecting that. He grabbed the knee and spread it to the side as he forced his way between her legs. He rubbed his erection against her as he began unzipping her jeans.
Oh no. Not this, anything but this. Sheer terror flooded her mind as she writhed against him, trying to move away from his body. He shrugged off his leather coat and peeled off his T-shirt, ignoring her cries. He gazed greedily at her breasts as the nipples crinkled in the cold air of the crypt. “So lovely,” he murmured. His voice turned caressing and she stiffened in revulsion as he lowered his head.
She tried to blank out her mind in a vain attempt to ignore the lips pulling at her nipple. His hand drifted through the parted fly and she felt his fingers tugging at her panties. He didn’t remove them yet, preferring to rub the cloth teasingly against her cunt. Then he pushed the offending garment aside and began slowly stroking the tiny button between the wet lips.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, striving to remove her herself mentally from the warm probing fingers, the broad body covering her own, heart pounding insistently against her--
Wait a minute. Warmth? A beating heart? What?-- Her gaze flew downward and her eyes widened with disbelief. Gone was the hated dead thing molesting her. The bare-chested man currently paying her body such thorough attention was Giles.
He lifted his head and grinned. This wasn’t a typical Giles grin, uh uh. This was Ripper: hot, sexy and loaded for bear. She moaned as his lower fingers continued manipulating her clit and her legs trembled from the strain of standing upright. He seemed to sense her discomfort for he straightened and yanked her legs up so that they wound around his waist.
“Buffy,” he crooned as he tugged teasingly at her nipple. He cupped her tit and held it up. She panted and gasped as he flicked his tongue all around the aureole and then blew across it, the cooled moisture causing the firm peak to tighten even harder. He seized it in his teeth and bit down gently. Buffy whimpered deep in her throat and arched up, forcing the nub against his mouth.
He pulled back and she moaned at the loss. He raised her chin to look him in the face and those stormy green eyes pierced her. “More?” He paused, waiting for her response. It was strange how his voice managed to sound both commanding and shy at once. He was making it plain that he desired her but he wanted her willing participation.
She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. “Yes, please,” she whispered. “More.”
He began a slow rocking motion as his head bobbed between her breasts. He lapped at the rigid little peaks, nibbling and then sucking hard as if he wanted to consume her. She squirmed, wanting desperately to wrap her arms around him but was unable to do so, and she could have cried in frustration.
She surged against his body, her rocking matching his own. His erection was still pressing between her legs and she wondered when he was going to take care of it. Giles left her breasts, trailing his tongue down over her stomach. It dipped into the navel and began a persistent jabbing motion. No! Not there! Lower! Lower!!
Buffy mewled as she undulated in her chains. Her arms were beginning to cramp from their stretched position but she didn’t care. Final his tongue slid over her belly as he knelt between her legs. He pulled off her shoes, scratching his nails lightly across the insteps. Her delicate feet jerked in his hand and she giggled at the tickling sensation.
Giles pulled down her pants and underwear slowly, inch by torturous inch. His fingers swept down over the quivering thighs and the sensitive backs of her knees. His touch was almost worshipful as if he wanted to prolong every moment of contact with her creamy skin. But Buffy wasn’t willing to be so patient. She shimmied out of the clothes and kicked them to the side. Then she lifted her bare legs and wrapped them around his neck.
He pressed his nose into her cunt and inhaled deeply of her scent, damp and inviting. “Ummmm,” he moaned and then his tongue came out, flicking the clit back and forth. She jerked up again, crying out, as the stimulation increased. He licked the full length of her slit from the sensitive button to the rosebud-pink hole behind it.
She thrust herself towards that insistent mouth as she unconsciously tried to aid his movements. The tongue pushed harder between the moist folds and began insinuating its way into her sopping wet passage. It stiffened and drove its way deeper with an unhurried in-and-out motion.
Buffy shuddered hard, her heels digging into his back. “More, Giles, please, more!” His hands cupped her ass in both hands as he forced her cunt onto his face in tandem with his own movements.
She was thrashing wildly now, the chains rattling from their supports. She gripped them tightly as if she would melt through them if she relaxed her hold. His nose was pressing against her clitoris each time he dove in her and the added stimulation was rapidly bringing her close to her climax. She flung her head back, hissing his name between clenched teeth. “Giles! Don’t stop!”
She wasn’t aware of the chilliness of the crypt any more or the chains biting into her wrists. She didn’t notice one of his hands leaving her ass nor hear the sound of his pants being slowly unzipped. She was only shocked back to an awareness of her surroundings when that evil tongue so adeptly stroking her left its place as the body moved up to press against hers once more. “No! Giles, please, you have to finish! I need you!”
His lips claimed hers possessively and she could taste herself in his mouth. “I will. Just hang on,” he whispered when he pulled back. Then he drove up into her with one vigorous push.
It should have hurt. There should have been blinding pain. But there wasn’t. He had prepared her so well; she was more than ready for him. She shrieked at the pectpected pleasure and locked her ankles over his ass. He fell forward at the tightness of that embrace but it only served to shove him farther inside her.
He began demanding brutal thrusts that seemed to plunge deep into her very center. He was yelling and groaning in her ear as she flexed her inner walls around his cock; she wanted to hear more of those savage moans. They had settled into a steady pounding rhythm now and the chains were no longer a problem. Buffy was suspended, floating, weightless, caught between the metal restraints and the man holding her in his grip.
The crypt basement was filled with their cries richocheting off the walls and the slick slurping of his cock as he buried himself within her again and again. His balls were smacking her ass; it was exciting, almost like being spanked, and she forced herself harder onto him to increase the sensation. His hairy chest scratched at her nipples with every movement and the friction was a delightful counterpoint to the hard shaft exploring her insides.
His pubic bone was banging into her clit and rippling tremors were coursing their way through her body with each impact. A running stream of passionate words was being whispered into her ear. “Buffy. God, Buffy. You’re so hot. Wanted this. Wanted you.”
Yes. Yes. Giles, you, just you. Only you. Come back for me. Cum for me. Buffy wasn’t certain whether the words were in her head or if she was actually speaking them. She was screaming like a mad thing and coherent speech seemed no longer possible. Giles gave her another scorching kiss as he gave one final push and pinched her clit at the same time.
She bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood, as she sucked it into her mouth. His cock leapt up inside and the hot gush of his orgasm flooded her cunt, adding his juices to her own. She ground against him harshly a few more times before she came as well.
“Gilesgilesgilesgilesgilesgilesgilesgilesgiles…” His name was a litany that spilled out of her; she felt as if she had been saying it forever and would never stop. They hung there for a moment, both sated, basking in the waning afterglow.
He lifted his head from her neck and captured her gaze for one long precious moment. “I love you, Buffy.”
“I love you, Giles.”
Buffy woke up, her breath catching as she fought to regain control of herself. The post-orgasmic glow was beyond terrific but the startling words from her dream would have knocked her to her knees if she’d been standing.
She loved Giles! She wanted to run and wake Willow with the news. She wanted to leap up and shout it out the window.
Buffy couldn’t see her face but she was certain there was a silly smile plastered all over it. She glanced at the clock by her bedside and grinned again. It was early yet. She could try for still another dream. She rolled over and closed her eyes.
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Spike stood outside her window, hidden near his favorite tree. Sodding hell, he never thought he’d be in this position again. Not since he used to spy on her sexual bouts with the soldier boy did he think he’d be listening in while the Slayer enjoyed sex with someone else.
Except he knew there wasn’t anyone else up there. After he left the DMP, he hid in the shadows, hoping that Buffy would change her mind and sneak out to the alley. His hopes were cruelly dashed upon seeing Xander pull up and cart Buffy off. After everybody else had left the Summers home, he snuck around to the back of her house only to run smack into an invisible barrier when he tried climbing through a window.
Dammit, the witches had thrown up a barrier against him! But why would they do it unless--?
She had told them. They knew what he and Buffy had been up to and had taken steps against him. Spike snarled low in his throat in impotent rage. He had meant to spill the beans about his and the Slayer’s get-togethers in the hopes that once their dirty little secret was in the open, she’d be forced to let him completely into her life.
But it seemed like that wasn’t the case. She was dumping him. The scene at her place of work, the barrier spell--all of this meant a lockout not an invite. Now he could hear her cries of ecstasy as she dreamt about someone else. He couldn’t quite make out a name, not through the closed window, but it was a sure bet it wasn’t his.
He couldn’t take any more of this. If she preferred a fake lover to a real one, that was her loss. He turned and swept through the darkness, his coat swishing behind him.
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Giles opened his eyes, groaning softly at the intensity of the dream. His whole body was tingling as he came down from the heady exhilaration. The feral cries were ringing in his ears and he could still feel her heartbeat slamming against his chest. He could even hear the chains dangling from the wall. He was both aroused and appalled at the power of this latest nocturnal vision. He’d never considered having violent sex with Buffy; that simply wasn’t the nature of his relationship with her.
What the hell are you talking about, Rupes? You never minded a bit o’ the kinky when you were young. In fact, that bit with the chains used to be right up your alley. Besides, she’s a Slayer. If any girl could dish out the rough stuff and take it, it’s her.
He grunted in annoyance at that voice in his head. He had managed to get his darker urges under control years ago. He was no longer troubled with such reckless impulses. He was a grown man, for goodness sakes, not some randy teen!
So how do you explain that dream, mate? Face it, you’ve had a yen for the girl for years now. But you’ve shoved the real thing out of your life so you’ve got to settle for dream substitutes instead. Not the brightest move in the world, eh, ole boy? Giles was bound and determined not to let that snide inner voice get the better of him. He yanked off the blanket and decided to take care of his residual--problem.
He stomped to the bathroom and turned on the tap water. Setting the temperature ruthlessly low he stripped himself of his nightclothes and stepped under the icy stream. Fuck, that was cold! But it took care of any lingering effects (not to mention the dried semen; he was going to have to change his pajamas). He shivered as the water cascaded over his head.
Getting out of the shower, he toweled his body off, careful not to give any needless stimulation to certain sensitive parts. He crawled wearily back into bed and closed his eyes…only to feel the roughened peaks of her breasts stabbing at his chest. He could smell her unique vanilla scent, feel those legs, toned up by years of battle and training, locked tight around his waist. He saw her face scarlet with the sex flush, her lips bruised and swollen as she cried out his name.
Giles sighed and pressed his pillow over his head. He was too old for this crap.
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Buffy couldn’t get rid of the goofy smile on her face. She’d come in early for work, impressing the manager. She’d drawn Ms. Ross aside and told her in no uncertain terms that Spike was not to be allowed anywhere near the place. The woman was only too happy to agree. After Spike had left the previous night, she had spent a good ten minutes calming down customers who had demanded to know exactly what was in the burgers they were eating. Some of them still recalled Buffy’s hysterical scene when she had run around knocking food out of their hands.
“Look, Buffy, I can ban that guy from the place and warn the other employees not to let him in but if your boyfriend keeps showing up here making a scene…”
“Okay, one, he is NOT my boyfriend. Two, I’m sure I can keep him out of your hair. I’m having a restraining order slapped on him.”
Ms. Ross was grimly skeptical in her outlook. “You know, those things almost never work. Women who have to resort to those usually end up moving to another state and changing their identities.”
Buffy gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, don’t worry. This’ll work, all right.” Unbeknownst to the manager, this entire meeting was merely a diversion. Tara was out front quietly setting up the recission spell; all she needed was ten minutes. Directing a discreet glance at the desk clock, Buffy saw that over fifteen minutes had passed since the meeting with the boss began. That ought to do it.
She got up and went out to start greeting customers. Today was the start of a brand new day.
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Buffy stretched her legs in the employee rest area. She heaved a sigh, wishing for umpteenth time that there were someplace where she could lie down and really rest for the short time she had.
You want to try for another dream, don’t you?
Guilty as charged. She smiled at the thoughts running through her head. She couldn’t help it. She had woken up in a fantastic mood, her entire body humming and alive from spicy sex dreams of Phantom Giles. Wow, if dreaming of Giles made her feel this good, what would the real Giles feel like? Probably make the top of her head come off.
Her smile faded as she remembered that Giles wasn’t here. He would never be here again for her. And even if he were, he wouldn’t desire her. He’d never once looked at her that way.
No, the only guys who want me are vampires and the vampire-addicted like Riley.
Her good mood was disappearing and the all-too-familiar self-loathing was edging back. Would having sex with Spike be all that bad? At least you know he’ll never leave you--not as long as you keep putting out.
She sat up abruptly, squelching that thought.
No! No way am I going back to…to…THAT. Not if I want to keep any bit of self-respect. What kind of example am I setting for Dawn by having meaningless abusive sex with someone I despise? That’s the sort of mixed messages that can really screw up a kid’s life.
She glanced at the company clock and sighed. Time to get back to the daily grind…and the meat grinder.
She got up and trudged back to work. At times like these, Buffy Summers really hated her life.
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At times life these, Rupert Giles really hated his life. He was still applying for a teaching job after crossing eleven different schools off his list. He had removed the more arcane subjects from his resumé right from the start but that hadn’t seemed to help.
The items remaining were just too strange and others were merely not applicable. It seemed most schools didn’t want to teach their students ancient studies or Latin. Lessons in swordplay weren’t in high demand, either. He could have settled for teaching plain history or Spanish but that wouldn’t have been much of a challenge. Also, many of the schools had insisted on checking his references and learning the last place he’d been was destroyed with all the school records hadn’t bolstered anyone’s confidence in him.
He could have gone to work in museums but felt a curious reluctance. It would have seemed a step backwards, retreating into dead and musty tomes with no relevance to live interaction with others. And by others, he meant one golden-haired Slayer who continued to haunt his dreams…
A brief smile lighted his face as he threw himself down in his armchair. It was funny how he couldn’t go ten minutes without thinking of his former charge and wondering how she was doing back in California. The reflection on that blonde beauty naturally led him back to those haunting night images.
That was another thing to consider--the declarations of love from their dream selves. He loved Buffy. That wasn’t really a surprise. He had loved her for years, manfully remaining silent while she threw herself into the arms of other men. However, the Buffy of his erotic fantasies might speak of love but the real Buffy wouldn’t. She considered him old and the thought of older people having sex was repugnant to her.
He shook off the memories and got up to prepare his lonely meal. Wonder what’s on telly.
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Giles stood on the small stage as he got ready for his set. The Watcher peered out at the crowd; there was something out there; it was after him, the others and his beloved Slayer. He grabbed the microphone and began singing:
“It’s strange. It’s not like anything we’ve faced before.
It seems familiar somehow. Of course.
The spell we cast with Buffy must have released some primal evil
that’s come seeking--I’m not sure what.
Willow, look through the chronicles for some reference
to a warrior beast.
I’ve got to warn Buffy; there’s every chance she could be next…”
The clues were right in front of him. They were vital and he had to figure it out before his dear Buffy was hurt or worse. He crawled through the passageway, following the trail. No! He mustn’t run; he had to stand and fight. [But fighting is Buffy’s job, isn’t it? Where is she? Where did I leave her? I shouldn’t have left her.]
The certainty of the thought had barely surfaced when he felt the presence behind him. “I know who you are and I can defeat you with my intellect. I can cripple you with my thoughts. Of course, you underestimate me. You couldn’t know. You never had a Watcher,” he finished as the First Slayer prepared to remove his brain.
Spike squatted in front of him, cocking his head as he gazed at the pinned Watcher. “Spike! For god’s sake, help! Get her off me!”
The dyed vampire shrugged as he casually lit a cigarette. “Sorry, mate. I’m not in the habit of helping Watchers resolve their problems with their pet Slayers. But as soon as you’re out of the way, I’ll take a swing at her. She’s weaker without you around, though she don’t know it. Without you or those halfwit friends o’ hers, picking her off should be easy. It’s been awhile since I’ve bagged another Slayer.”
Giles glared at him with all the hatred he was capable of. “I still think Buffy should have killed you.” Spike grinned and blew smoke into Giles’s face as the Watcher felt the first sharp bite of the blade at his forehead.
Giles jerked up, his body crumpled against the arm of the chair. The telly was still on, filled with inane dribble. He blinked and looked at the wall clock. The hands showed 2:27 a.m. and he lifted himself up. He grimaced at the protest from aching muscles; that had been stupid, falling asleep in the chair like that. Hopefully a good night’s sleep (what was left of the night, anyway) would banish any stiffness or soreness that might be forthcoming.
Where were these nightmare visions coming from, anyway? Was Buffy still sharing them? And what about that one he’d had last night? All throughout the day, he had tried to avoid thinking about it but images of a chained, helpless Buffy would keep popping up to plague him.
Good Lord, did Buffy have THAT dream, too? There was no way he was going to ask her about that. He would die of the mortification.
Flushing furiously at the very thought, he resolved to dismiss it from his mind. This last nightmare worried him, however. It had Spike in it and, once again, the peroxide vamp was threatening his Slayer. The chipped demon kept appearing where he had no right to be and Giles was getting fed up with it. Hell, can’t I get away from that wanker even in my dreams?
In spite of his determination not to dwell on it, he couldn’t help but hope for a recurrence of those unreal carnal embraces as he eagerly prepared for sleep. There’s no harm about indulging in such thoughts in bed, are there? It’s just an innocent dream. With sex…and chains.
Yeah, Rupes, keep telling yourself it’s all just good clean fun. I’ll just be sitting here in a corner wanking off, shall I?
Sticking out a mental tongue at his alter ego, Rupert smiled and settled into the covers.
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Buffy closed her eyes, arching back her neck, as the hands played down her body. They tweaked and pulled vigorously at her nipples and she winced. She wasn’t quite ready yet for such roughness but that was all right; she knew Giles would take the time to see she enjoyed this as much as he did. She shivered a little. His hands were cold.
“Open your eyes, luv. Watching is half the fun. That’s what turns Giles on, anyway.” Her whole body froze at that baritone voice and her eyes snapped open, stunned, to see Spike in gameface staring coldly down at her. “What’s the matter, Slayer? Don’t you want to dance?”
She began to fight as she looked around her frantically. She was in the ruined building again, the site of her first stupid sexual tussle with Spike, and he was pressed on top of her, his body a dead weight.
“Now that’s more like it. I prefer a girl with a bit of spirit in her. Don’t you agree, Watcher?” This last comment was directed over his shoulder and Buffy moaned, horrified. Giles was there, his body bound with rope, a thick gag around his mouth. His eyes were blearily fastened on her and she cringed with shame as she realized both she and Spike were naked.
“Thought you wouldn’t mind a little voyeurism, especially since you got bored of what we’ve been doing lately.”
Buffy flailed at the vampire in a vain attempt to dislodge him. “I didn’t get bored with sex. I got bored with you,” she hissed in fury as she threw a punch at him. To her dismay, he caught her hand easily and managed to pin both arms above her head.
“You’re hurting my feelings. Maybe I should introduce a little torture into the game. Would that spice things up for ya, pet?” He bared his fangs and licked them in a lewd manner.
Buffy didn’t understand it. The last time she had faced Spike here, she had kicked his ass all around the place. It was only in the last moments she had decided to turn from killing to kissing.
So why couldn’t she fight him off now? She wasn’t bound or chained; she simply lacked the power to throw off her attacker. All at once she knew what this was and why Giles was here and an icy chill ran down her spine.
The Cruciamentum. She had been robbed of her strength and left to the mercy of a psychotic vampire. As Spike began inserting his fingers inside her, she screamed at Giles. “You did this to me! This is your fault! HOW COULD YOU!!?!”
“NO!” Sleep left Giles for the second time that night as he twisted futilely in his bonds. For one panicky moment, he thought he was still bound on that rubble-strewn floor as he watched his beloved Buffy being preyed on by that monster. But it was only the blanket tangled around his perspiring body. Somehow he had managed to twist it around himself until he couldn’t move. He closed his eyes and forced himself to relax as he slowly disentangled himself from the covering.
That was it. Something was deeply wrong. These dreams weren’t normal; even the sex fantasies weren’t quite right. Spike was involved in each of them and the feeling of dread they left behind was increasing nightly. Without thinking he picked up the phone and dialed Buffy’s number.
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Buffy lay curled up in her bed, rocking back and forth mindlessly. That was…bad, that was worse than bad. It was truly awful and even now she had to swallow hard to choke back the urge to purge.
She had thought that kicking Spike to the curb would be enough to make her feel better, but, nope, she was still being plagued by night terrors. She hadn’t felt that weak and helpless since she was 18 and the attempted rape wasn’t even the worst part. No, the thing that was really gnawing away at her was that she blamed Giles.
I don’t blame him, I don’t! He was right to leave; I needed to stand on my own two feet without leaning on him for support every time my life turned to crap.
You don’t believe that. Just the other day you were angry with him because he left you high and dry. That’s what these dreams are telling you. You miss your Watcher but he’s never coming back. He’s abandoned you like all the other guys who ever claimed to love you. He doesn’t give a shit about you and why should he? You’re not the Vampire Slayer; you’re Buffy the Vampires Lay Her!
STOP IT!! She curled up tighter and burst into tears. She stuffed the pillow into her mouth to prevent Dawn or Willow from hearing her. It took her a few seconds to register the phone ringing downstairs. She blinked and wiped away the tears as the phone continued its harsh jangling. She bounded out of bed and ran downstairs to pick it up before it woke anyone.
“Hello. You’ve reached the Summers residence. At the sound of the beep, do your thing. Buh-bye.”
“Buffy, Buffy, are you there? Please pick up the phone!”
She snatched the phone out of the handset and clutched it to her ear like a drowning man grabbing a life preserver. “Giles? Giles, it’s you, isn’t it?”
“Oh, Buffy, thank god. Are you all right?”
She sniffled hard, the remnants of that terrible nightmare vanishing like snow under a hot sun. “I am now. You don’t know how good it is to hear your voice.”
“Likewise.”
When he paused for a moment, Buffy squeezed the phone again, irrational panic gripping her. “Giles, are you still there?”
There was a soft sigh. “Yes, Buffy, still here.”
She swallowed and spoke rapidly. If she didn’t get this out now, she would lose her nerve and never be able to finish. “You had another one, didn’t you? I know, I had it, too. Giles, it was horrible. I want you to know I’d never do that to you, I’d never blame you like that…!”
“Buffy, please calm down, I know you don’t blame me. I blamed myself.”
She shook her head violently although he couldn’t see it. “s, is, it was ages ago. So much has happened since then. I know I can trust you.”
“Buffy, it’s not just about the test, though, is it? These shared dreams, they all contain fragments from our past but they seem to be dealing with current events. Is-is there something you want to tell me?”
Buffy slid to the floor, staring blindly into the darkened room. Giles wasn’t here in her life any longer. This thing with Spike was her problem, her fault, and she would deal with it. Hell, she had dealt with it. There was no need to drag Giles into it.
Besides, she didn’t want to hear what he would say to her. His disappointment would be too much for her to bear. She had just managed to deal with her friends’ shock; it’d be too much to face his.
He had trained her, taught her and forgiven her for countless betrayals. But he wouldn’t forgive this.
This deal with the dyed menace was even worse than with Angel; Spike didn’t have the benefit of a soul as an excuse. There was no love for him to provide her with a defense. How was she supposed to explain it to him? “Giles, I slept with Spike because you weren’t here” sounded pathetic even to her.
If Giles cared for her even half as much as she loved him, then he would hate her. And if he didn’t, could she stand to hear nothing in his voice except calm disapproval? “No. There’s nothing. I’m just glad you called.”
Giles knew there was more; she was lying to him again. He felt a sharp pang at the thought. Didn’t she trust him with the truth? Whatever it was, he was certain the vampire running through their mutual nightmares was involved and a sick feeling of realization crept over him. “Buffy, are you having sexual relations with Spike?”
Buffy stifled the urge to gasp and was deeply glad Giles wasn’t there to see her face. She would never have been able to hide the truth from him if he had. She managed to answer him in a deceptively quiet voice. “What? No, Giles. I’m not. The others suspected something like that last year but it turned out to be the Buffybot. Remember?”
“Yes, it was one of the highlights of our association with him. Since it led directly to Spike being captured and tortured by Glory, I must say I deeply appreciated the karmic justice behind it.” He heard Buffy snort a little at memory and the tightness in his chest loosened a fraction.
She wasn’t sleeping with Spike. What else did the dreams mean then? There was an implication of threat and violence as well as sexual tension mixed up in them and Buffy was sharing them, too. There had to be a reason behind it.
“I know you’d never do anything of that nature but Spike was never the type to restrain himself. These dreams hint at some dark purpose of his and I advise you to be careful. Don’t feel as if you shouldn’t stake him just because he’s apparently defenseless against humans. We’ve been fooled by that before. He may very well try hurting you or your friends again. Do promise you’ll keep an eye on him.”
Buffy licked her lips and tried for a light note. “Okay, got it. I’ll warn the others to stay away from Spike. Now that I’m back from the dead, what do we need him for, anyway?” Giles talked with her for a few minutes longer. They didn’t say anything else of importance; it was as if neither could stand to lose the other’s voice. Finally, they hung up.
Buffy tried to ignore the twinges of guilt. She hadn’t wanted to lie to Giles like that but this simply wasn’t a thing she felt like sharing with him. Anyway, it wasn’t exactly a lie, was it? She had said she wasn’t sleeping with Spike and she wasn’t--any more. There was no need to let Giles know about the affair now that it was over, was there?
She picked herself up and made her way back to bed. Keep an eye out for Spike. Wasn’t watching what Giles was supposed to do? Buffy shook her head at that sarcastic voice in her mind and climbed back into bed. Thank goodness the weekend was only a few days away.

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