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Brought to Heaven	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Giles Views: 9385 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The ballroom wasn’t like one of the grand old palaces he remembered from his youth. Part of him whispered not to be so critical but he recalled with fondness the rare times his mother would coax his austere father to take her dancing like they used to in their youth. He would clamor to be taken along instead of being left at home with a nanny and they would park him in a corner. He would snatch some treats from the food carts and watch while his father twirled his mother around until her face shone and she broke out in giddy laughter. Such happy times.
Later, when his father’s duties made it impossible to accompany them, his mother had taken him by herself. Shyly at first, then with more confidence, he would join her on the dance floor while she taught him all the steps.
This room was smaller and more intimate and the food doubtless more expensive. Fortunately, they didn’t have to order anything to eat but sitting at the tables required a two-drink minimum. Buffy grimaced when she heard this rule. “Can I get something non-alcoholicy? Booze and me--not a good combo,” she told the waiter.
“I think we have some virgin drinks if your daughter can’t handle the hard stuff,” the man smirked to Giles.
The Englishman glared and spoke stiffly. “She’s not my daughter. She’s…” His voice faltered as he realized he didn’t know precisely what to call Buffy.
Buffy wound her hands around his upper forearm. “We’re lovers, sweetie,” she cooed, batting her eyes at the flummoxed waiter.
“Buffy!” Giles was shocked. The pleasure at hearing the word “lovers” was warring with the embarrassment Buffy had obviously intended him to feel.
“Rupert, you said you were going to start acknowledging me in public!” Buffy’s lower lip trembled in a false show of hurt and it was all Giles could do to keep from collapsing in relief. She was joking of course and he was glad to see the return of humor. Any more of this and she was going to be the old Buffy in no time. If he was a little unhappy that it wasn’t true, well, he’d gotten used to burying his feelings.
“I’ll have a Scotch, no ice, and she can have a frozen grasshopper. No vodka, just crème de cacao and crème de menthe with light cream.”
Buffy raised her eyebrows. “Frozen grasshopper? What’s that? Sounds demony to me.”
“It’s a very sweet drink. It was part of a raft of ladies’s drinks that came out in the sixties. They were very light on the alcohol. It was a way for a lady to keep up drinking with a man and not get tipsy. This one tastes minty; I think you’ll like it. Unless you would rather try something else.”
“No, no. It sounds nice. I’ll give it a try.” She stroked his arm absently as if she’d forgotten she was still holding it. In spite of his earlier protests, he allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her warm dainty hand. “Why did you pick it?”
“It was my mother’s favorite.” He leaned back as the waiter brought their drinks and smiled in amusement as Buffy eyed the pale green concoction. Lifting it gingerly to her lips, he watched her eyes widen in surprise and delight as she tasted it.
“Ooooh! It is minty! And not in a toothpasty kind of way, but in a chocolate-covered mint cookie way. I think I like it.” She grinned at him and then pricked up her ears as the band began playing. “I think that’s our cue.”
He cast his eye on the dance floor and then turned back to Buffy with a questioning look. “That’s a waltz, Buffy. Are you sure you’re up to it?”
“Well, it doesn’t look like the complicated stuff Fred and Ginger used to do. How hard can it be?”
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Nuts. Spoke too soon. Buffy grimaced as she stepped on Giles’s toe for the umpteenth time. She was appalled at her lack of ability in this basic social skill. As a Slayer she knew she was beyond awesome with great kickass moves. Angel had told her once how he admired her form when she destroyed demons. Riley never seemed to appreciate that in her and her friends never mentioned it.
But somehow that grace of movement didn’t seem to translate over into dancing. After another clumsy stumble, she stared apologetically into his face. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
“Nonsense, Buffy. You simply need to relax and follow my moves. Think of it as those times we would spar in the training room. Only here, you are sparring with your partner instead of against an opponent.”
“How does that work? Should I think non-killing thoughts or what?” She stumbled again and swore in a decidedly unladylike fashion under her breath.
“Dancing and fighting require many of the same qualities--agility, timing, grace, coordination, watching the other person’s moves and compensating for them. Just relax and let me guide you.” He stretched out her arm and looked deeply into her eyes. Caught in his gaze, she felt her heart stop and then begin beating a mile a minute. Without thinking she allowed him to propel her through the steps of the dance.
The waltz was intimate and very thrilling because of it. She was pressed close to him and felt his heart beating beneath her ear as they swayed to the lilting music. She could remember slow dancing with Angel during her prom but the beat of a heart had been absent from him. Now there was a rapid throb under her head and she snuggled closer to savor it.
Giles said he was attracted to me. But nothing else. Nothing about…well, love or like.
Don’t be stupid. You know Giles likes you. You’re worried because he’s not drooling after you the way other guys do. Giles is a gentleman. Try one of those for a change. You might like it.
She lifted her head from his chest in time to catch another of those intense stares directed her way. She could feel her own heart banging in her chest and wondered if he sensed it as well. Buffy fastened her gaze on his mouth; how she wished those lips were pressed against her own just like at the hotel. She felt his thighs graze hers and unconsciously pressed closer. Her eyes widened as a distinct hardness protruded against her belly. The next moment, Giles jumped back from her as if he’d been shot.
“Buffy.” His voice came out rather strangled and he cleared his throat and began again. “Perhaps we should sit this one out.”
“No. I don’t want to sit. Besides, this is a waltz. Nice and easy compared to some of the other stuff they do here, right?”
“Y-yes. But it would be wise if we took a short break. I’d really like to sit for a brief spell.” His lips twitched upwards in a faint attempt at a smile but Buffy wasn’t fooled. Something was up with her Watcher and the ridge of flesh she’d felt just now let her know exactly what it was.
“Fine,” she mumbled. She wanted to keep dancing. She wanted to see that thing stuffed in his trousers that had been poking her. Did I just think “trousers” instead of pants? Oh, that is such a Gilesy word. He must be rubbing off on me.
Yeah, just not rubbing on me the way I’d like.
The sullenness of her thoughts caused her to flush. She suddenly yearned to feel Giles, to have him naked in her arms. She wanted to know what that handsome body she’d been admiring looked like under those clothes.
He’d said he found her attractive--how could she convince him that this wasn’t just neediness on her part? Her melted grasshopper had been replaced with a fresh frosty one and she took a sip, sighing in frustration. Conversation--that was the key. Talk to him. Let him know it’s him you’re interested in not some Giles-shaped substitute for Angel or Riley.
“So where’d you learn to dance like that?”
He’d been following the other dancers, trying to distract himself from the beautiful woman sitting by his side, and willing his stubborn erection to subside. He brought his gaze back reluctantly to Buffy and saw her lean forward. The plunging neckline of her dress was directly in his line of vision. It allowed him to glimpse the creamy upper curves of her breasts and once more he felt the rise of the old Adam. Taking a swift swallow of his Scotch, he scooted under the table and hoped the tablecloth was sufficient to hide his problem.
“D-dancing? Well, um, my mother, father and I used to come to dancehalls like this in my youth. They were magical places that looked like palaces with sparkling stained glass windows, elegant furniture and dessert trays and tea things. It was one of my few happy childhood memories.”
His face became wistful and she marveled at the change in him. With the thoughts of his pre-Watcher days, the years fell away from Giles and made him seem curiously youthful. A sparkle lit up deep within his eyes and she could see a trace of the young man he must have once been before the cares of tending to a Slayer fell on him.
“I’m glad I brought you then. Even if you did get saddled with a Slayer with two left feet,” she teased.
“Only two? I could have sworn there were at least three,” he deadpanned.
She pouted and then giggled at his description and gestured at the dance floor. “Well, if you’re feeling brave, we can give it another go. What is this dance called?”
“A mambo.”
She wrinkled her nose at the stateliness of the dancers. “I thought the mambo was a fast dance, sorta like a cha cha.”
He stifled his surprise at her knowledge, rudimentary though it was. He’d made the mistake twice now of underestimating her; he wouldn’t do it again. “Well, most people think of it as very acrobatic and it did lead to the cha cha. However, in essence it is a slow and precise dance and you don’t move very much. Let me show you.”
Oh yeah. This is more like it. Conversation was good but dancing was even better. Giles held her loosely but steered her around the other dancers with the gracefulness she was starting to appreciate in him. However, he didn’t hold her close to him any longer and she had to find a way to change that. When the next dance was announced, he tried to lead her back to their table but she resisted. “So what’s this next one?”
He listened for a moment. “A samba. Hmmm, a little too energetic for my taste.”
“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll wear you out?” she teased.
He lifted an eyebrow. “That remains to be seen. Given your basic skill, I’m not certain you’re ready for something as--lively as a samba.”
“Oh, I’ve always been a quick study. Lead on, Macduff.”
The samba was lively although that was too mild a word for it. She could actually feel the beat pulsing through her veins. The music and the man holding her sped her along so that she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She was thrilled and excited and, when Giles caught her and dipped her down, she gasped at the abrupt flow of blood rushing to her head.
She was indeed a quick study and caught on faster than he would have anticipated to the sultry Latin rhythm. The woman in his arms was laughing and clinging to Giles in a way that he was hard-put to resist. He could see the heaving breasts every time he glanced down at at her. The young body pressed against his and then spun away in a tantalizing fashion. Now he wished that he could hold her closer away from prying eyes.
They collapsed onto their seats, both panting and out of breath. Buffy’s eyes were shining, the hazel lit like stars from within as she slurped up the last of her drink. “Do you want another?” he asked her.
She shook her head so that the loose strands floated around her face. “No. I think I’m done. Enough excitement, enough booze. Let’s get back to the hotel.”
They stepped into the night air and he saw Buffy look at the stars. Her look was rapt as if she’d never really taken the time to look at them before. He smiled at the simple joy on her face and then frowned when he noticed her shivering. “I told you a coat would be needed. It can get chilly even in California.”
She hugged herself as she braced herself against the wind. “Okay. Watcher smart, Slayer dumb. I shoulda gotten a coat.”
“Here. Take mine.” He swung it off his shoulders and over hers.
She glanced at him inquiringly even as she shoved her arms into the sleeves. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
He waved his hand in the air as he dismissed her concern and the climate alike. “Of course. This is nothing contrasted to the climate in England. This doesn’t even constitute brisk weather by my standards.”
“Lucky Giles. Are all Englishmen so tough?”
“What’s your basis of comparison? I’m standing next to a tiny woman who could break my neck with one hand.” He spoke this easily without any sign of embarrassment. Muy macho Riley wouldn’t have been able to shrug that off.
“Yeah, I guess it’s a matter of opinion.” She shrugged her shoulders to adjust the oversized coat for a better fit and then wrapped one arm around Giles’s waist. At his inquiring expression, she gave him a small smile. “Coat is good but body heat is better.”
“Ah.” Git. Can’t you think of something better to say? Unable to respond any better to her comment, he contented himself with wrapping one arm about her small shoulders. Buffy immediately pressed closer to him, a posture she didn’t relax even when they came back to the hotel.
This time she was determined to have him with her. She changed her posture slightly so that her arm was entwined in his but didn’t let go of him even when they returned to their rooms. She stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, “Stay with me tonight, Giles.”
“Buffy, we spoke about this…”
“Please. I’m not being needy Buffy here…well, maybe a little needy. But you’re the one I need. You’re the one I’ve wanted for I don’t know how long. And don’t say ‘this is so sudden’ or any of the English stuffy stuff because this isn’t. I want you, Giles. You, not some substitute for what I can’t have. I wasn’t lying about that.”
Giles didn’t speak at all only pinned her with another of his penetrating stares. She looked back at him without flinching as she willed him to see how serious she was about this. This time he rested his hands on her shoulders and brought her forward for a kiss.
She closed her eyes and lost herself in the kiss…which rapidly turned searing as he clutched her to him. Her entire body was pressed against his as he leaned her back. Her head bumped against the corridor wall but she was too swept up in the breathless embrace to notice.
He tilted her head for better access and let his tongue flick at her mouth. She moaned plaintively and Giles took the opportunity to nibble at her plump lower lip before allowing his tongue to enter her. Buffy sucked eagerly at it so that he withdrew, just a little, to prolong things a bit.
Then he began planting kisses at every place he could reach: a spot near her nose, the wide forehead, the trail leading over her dainty chin and down her throat. He tongued the hollow at the base of her neck until she moaned and grabbed at his shoulders.
“Hey, you two! Get a room!” A guy heading towards his room yelled at them and they glanced up, startled, to catch his smirking gaze just before he disappeared around the corner. Giles took out the key to his room and noted Buffy’s flushed face and mussed hair.
“Perhaps we should take his advice. Don’t want to make a public spectacle of ourselves, do we?”
“No. That would be so bad.” Then the door swung open and he grabbed her in another kiss as they stumbled through the open entryway.
Buffy wanted to rip his clothes off and take him right on the living room floor. But Giles was having none of it. He wanted to savor his time with Buffy; he wanted to indulge himself in every little fantasy he’d ever had about her. Oh, would I had world enough and time… The thought made him grin as he caught her enthusiastic little hands and lifted them to his lips, kissing every knuckle.
Her breath caught at the lust she could see simmering in his expression. She’d heard about being mentally undressed with the eyes before but Giles was looking at nowhere but her eyes and she felt as if she were completely nude--or wearing a leather corset. And where had that naughty thought come from?
She giggled at the idea and Giles raised an eyebrow. “Sorry? Is something funny?”
She shook her head, determined not to ruin the mood. “Nope. Yeah. Never mind; I’ll tell you later.” He smiled back, a rakish light in his eyes, and kissed her again. This time the kiss was meltingly soft, creating a slow burn that began at her toes and swept like burning lava all the way up to her head. She was panting by the time he moved from her mouth.
“Buffy. I have to ask. Are you absolutely sure?” His voice was gentle but his probing stare let her know that he had no intention of backing off if she gave her consent.
She swallowed and nodded. “I’m sure.”
He clasped her by one hand and led her wordlessly to the bedroom. Now that the moment was upon her, Buffy felt a moment’s terror. What if it was awful? What if this changed things for them afterwards? Giles must have sensed her hesitation because he paused. “Buffy?”
She didn’t want to tell him about her sudden doubts; he might think she was having second thoughts about him. “It’s okay. I-I was wondering if you had something…for protection.” His face fell and she could have kicked herself for ruining the mood.
“I’m afraid not. I didn’t foresee this. Perhaps we should postpone…”
“No! No postponing. There’s got to be someplace in the hotel that provides condoms. You think they’d give it out with the free soap, towels and mints on the pillow.” She scowled and plopped down on his bed.
He sat beside her and clasped her hand. “Buffy, there’s absolutely no need to hurry. We have the entire weekend. I can pick up supplies tomorrow.”
But I wanted to have sex NOW! Tamping down her inner child, Buffy settled for pouting instead. Then she sighed and kissed him on the cheek. “All good things come to those who wait, I guess.”
“Quite. What do you want to do now?” It was an agony for Giles to have her so close and do nothing about the situation. Buffy must have guessed his frustration. Or perhaps it merely matched her own.
“W-we don’t have to do anything. But I don’t want to go back to my room. Is it okay if I stay here the night?”
“Of course. I’ll just take the couch--”
Buffy sighed and tugged him back down towards her. “There’s no need for that. We’re both adults. We can share the bed. One of us can sleep above the covers. You can do it since you’re so used to the chill, Mr. Tough English Guy.” She kicked off her shoes and scooted over to the far side of the bed. Turning her back on Giles, she began pulling off her dress.
The man’s mouth went dry as her creamy-skinned back was revealed. Belatedly, he turned his back, all the while straining his ears as he tried to imagine what she was doing with her clothes. Then he heard, “Giles, you can turn around now.”
He cautiously turned his head. She had scooted under the covers until only her head and one bare arm was visible. She had her face turned to the wall and it emboldened him to make his own preparations for bed.
Buffy felt the bed shake slightly behind her as Giles got up and heard the sighing of cloth against skin as he removed his shirt. Would he take off anything else? Would she get a chance to see Giles in his underwear? Her breath came a little faster as she considered whether it would be boxers or briefs. Then there were two audible thuds as he took off his shoes.
He turned off the light and the room was plunged into darkness. The bed dipped again and she felt him settle beside her. There was a moment’s silence. Then he whispered, “Well, goodnight, Buffy.”
“Goodnight, Giles.” She wanted to retract that. She wanted to call him “Rupert” the way she’d done at the dance club. But it was too late to say that without sounding really weird. So she sighed, closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
But it was harder than she anticipated. It wasn’t only the handsome man lying somewhere behind her. It was her own natural instincts kicking in. This was the time she was usually out slaying and her body was rebelling against the enforced rest. She shuffled around a bit and then froze when a whisper came to her out of the darkness.
“Buffy, are you all right?”
She paused and then whispered back, “Yes. I’m sleeping.”
He chuckled softly, a rich sound that made her heart flip flop in her chest. My, it’s been doing a lot of that lately.
“Right. I’ll try to sleep, too.”
Buffy lay awake a bit longer. The room was dark. She couldn’t hear street noises nor see a bit of light through the curtains. The womblike atmosphere of the room, the slow steady breathing of the man behind her--it all had a wonderfully soporific effect. Before she knew it she was sound asleep.
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Giles shuffled closer to the warmth that lay against his front. He was nicely drowsy in the drifting way of someone who was not quite awake. He smiled dreamily and tightened his arm around the solid form spooned against his front.
Wait, why was there someone in bed with him? He’d been sleeping alone for so long the sensation was a distinctly odd one, enough to shred the last vestiges of sleep. His eyes fluttered open and he stared in confusion at the profusion of blonde hair pressed against his face.
Buffy. Oh yes, that’s right. He’d gone to sleep with her. But he’d been safely perched all the way on the other side of the bed. How had he wound up with her slight body pressed so intimately against his? For a moment he panicked, wondering if something untoward had occurred during the night. But, no, he was still safely above the covers while she was below. No worries there.
She murmured something unintelligible in her sleep and she gripped the arm that had become draped over her body. To his shock, he realized that his trapped hand was being squeezed against one firm breast. Giles tried to pull his arm away but the Slayer’s grip was tenacious even in slumber.
Now what do I do? If he left his hand there, Buffy would wake up and think he was taking advantage. He didn’t think she’d mind given what they’d tried to do last night but she might not appreciate being molested in her sleep. However, any attempts to move it would obviously require a great deal of effort on his part and she might wake up anyway.
Just then she wriggled slightly, her bottom brushing against his crotch, and he stiffened. Another murmur came from her and this time he thought it sounded like his name. Giles bit his lip, choking back a moan, as the bottom wriggling became more persistent.
She clutched his hand tighter against her breast and he became acutely aware of the warmth, the rounded softness and the pointed bare nipple scraping against his palm. She sighed and spoke again, louder. “Giles. Mmm, don’t stop. Feels…good…” Her voice trailed away and her wriggling turned into an undulating movement against his crotch.
Giles groaned softly. He was almost certain Buffy was still asleep. This position wouldn’t have been satisfactory to either of them if she were awake. He was still separated from her by the blanket although it wasn’t helping to lessen his growing erection. There was another wiggle and she began moaning.
He tried once again to remove his hand and her own tightened reflexively almost to the point of pain. Damn Slayer strength. She continued her deliberate movements, his name spilling from her lips in incoherent babble along with commands to continue whatever his dream self was doing to her. He gritted his teeth and tried to summon up one of Quinton Travers’s most boring speeches in an attempt to stave off the orgasm gathering strength in his own body.
Buffy tossed her head restlessly and there was a slight hitch in her breath followed by a soft, high-pitched cry. He waited for her to settle and her breathing to return to normal. Cautiously he pulled at his hand and this time it came easily from her slackened grip. Raising himself up on his other hand, he was gratified to see a smile of deep satisfaction over her face.
I wonder how I did? Grinning to himself, he eased out of the bed. He’d woken up with morning woodies before now, but this one was going to be particularly painful if he didn’t attend to it right away. Padding away in his bare feet, he made his way to the shower.
Buffy opened her eyes with what she was certain was a big grin on her face. Mmmm. That was a good dream complete with yummy Giles.
They had been dancing again, Giles dressed in a denim jacket that was so not his style but somehow suited him perfectly. Then he’d bent her backward and kissed her hard. Somehow they’d wound up in the old Sunnydale High library and he’d been screwing her on one of the tables. Her ass had been rubbing itself raw against the shiny wooden surface but she had begged for him to continue and, damn, it had been good.
Rolling over, she stretched her arm out hoping to coax Giles into early morning smoochies only to encounter an empty bed sheet. Her smile wobbled and fell away and Buffy sat up in bed, her good mood completely destroyed.
Oh, isn’t this a familiar scenario. Buffy wakes up and the man she went to bed with has done a Roadrunner. The next moment, she heard the sounds of running water and sagged in relief. Okay, he just went to the shower. No need to get so upset. Gosh, Buffy, insecure much?
She should have known Giles wouldn’t abandon her, not after what he said last night. She really needed to get the self-confidence back; this kind of neediness was not at all attractive. She picked up her dress from where she had draped it on the bedpost and sniffed at it. It was clean but a little smelly from her twisting deal on the dance floor. She didn’t want to put it back on. Maybe she could shower after Giles got out. Or maybe she could share a shower with Giles…
Grinning at the last thought, she got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, she quietly pushed the door open. The steam billowed out and she narrowed her eyes against it. Giles was behind the frosted glass panels and she could make out his form only vaguely. She glimpsed broad shoulders and lanky arms. One arm was braced against the wall and the other…
Buffy gulped as she realized what she’d stepped in on. The slow back-and-forth movements of his hips were unmistakable. Giles was stroking himself in the shower. As she watched, fascinated, she heard him mumble, “Buffy. Oh god. Buffy.”
She flushed and stepped back, closing the door quietly behind her. Giles was spanking himself…and thinking of her. She debated going in and attacking him or going back to the bed and pretending she hadn’t seen anything. Would Giles be upset if he knew she’d seen him? Or would he ask her to join him under the spray?
Buffy crossed her arms and remembered that she was wearing nothing but her panties. Well, she couldn’t just stand out here half-naked waiting for him. Last night had been one for revelations but Giles still wanted to be careful. He might not appreciate a blatant invitation. Then again, if he was jerking off and thinking about her, he might not mind.
The Slayer walked back to the bed and wrapped herself up in the blanket, sighing unhappily. They should have just had sex last night and damn the consequences. Now it was the morning after and old insecurities, doubts and questions were rearing their heads.
She tensed as she heard the water stop and the glass shower door slide back. She imagined that tall frame she’d barely glimpsed stepping out of the tub, those long-fingered hands reaching for the towel, the rough terrycloth rubbing all over his body. Buffy licked her lips and wished she could see what she was imagining. Her hand strayed down to her panties and she wondered if she had enough time to get herself off before he came out. Reluctantly, she discarded the notion and slipped the dress back over her head.
Giles stepped out of the shower room and peeked around the bedroom door. “Ah. You’re awake. D-do you need to use the shower?”
“Yeah. But I want to change. What say I go to my room, do the showery thing and get into some different duds? You can order up room service and I should be all cleaned and dressed by the time it arrives. Deal?”
He nodded reluctantly. “Very well. I-I’ll see you soon.”
“Uh huh.” She darted to the front door and he accompanied her as if reluctant to let her out of his sight. Before he could move away, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him ardently. Giles responded automatically, his lips sucking at hers, before she pulled away. Then she whispered into his ear, “By the way, I think you have a really cute butt.”
Before he could respond, she pulled out of his arms and dashed out the door. He stood in silent shock as she ran to her room, her loud giggle trailing behind her.

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