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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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Breakfast was conducted in amiable if somewhat strained silence. Buffy was thinking about what she’d said to Giles and Giles was contemplating what he wanted to say to her. Could he admit that he loved her madly and had done so for years even before Quinton’s ridiculous blather about his cherishing a father’s love for her?
She had bared her soul to him but what if it was only a passing fancy? No, Buffy wasn’t one to give herself lightly. He’d seen how passionate she could be about the men she cared for and she had certainly been as enthusiastic as he could ask for last night before necessity had curtailed their activities. But how much of it was real and how much borne out of desperation?
He suggested they visit a local park for the day’s outing and Buffy seized on the idea eagerly. A day spent in the sun would be a lovely alternative to her nocturnal Slaygal gig. Still…parks were so blah. They conjured up images of families with children smearing food all over their faces. She and Giles had just gotten past the kissing stage last night. And what about him picking up supplies? Were they ever gonna get back to that?
But walking in the park was lovely. Giles advised going early--not so much to avoid crowds this time as to prevent heatstroke. He complained as he had so long ago about the infernal perpetual sun of the Californian climate and Buffy pointed out that at least there weren’t any earthquakes.
Along the walk, Giles surprised Buffy by pointing out and naming each and every flower they saw. He not only knew the ordinary names for them but the Latin ones, too. “Wow. Is there anything you don’t know?” she asked with raised eyebrows after he identified a delphinium.
“The macarena. The popularity of that dance has always eluded me,” he responded dryly.
She giggled in response and he was happy he could make her laugh. “Yeah, I hear ya. All that arm waving and stepping in place. It’s like a dance out of kindergarten.” She smiled at him and wound her arm in his, drawing closer to him. “It’s not nearly as nice as the waltz.”
“No, assuredly not.”
They walked on a little farther and saw a man standing at an easel painting the flowers. He perked up noticeably when they drew near and called out, “Hey, mister! Would you like me to paint a picture of your girlfriend?”
Giles hesitated. Girlfriend? The waiter last night had been insulting in his automatic assumption Buffy was his daughter. Perhaps this man was merely trying to flatter him by implying youthfulness where none existed. Before he could debate it, Buffy ran and sat down in the empty chair beside the painter and beamed at the Englishman. “Giles, can we? Please?”
“Whatever you like, buddy. I can do it.” The painter picked up a brush and began turning Buffy’s head slightly in order to get a good angle.
“Excuse me. What is the price you charge for these portraits?” Giles didn’t want to appear too eager. He was sure this man would be willing to jack up the price if he thought Buffy was desperate.
The man scratched his beard thoughtfully as if he were thinking while Giles maintained an indifferent expression. “If you want a picture with color, it’ll run you $25…”
“Nonsense,” Giles replied. “I could get color photos done for far less.”
“Yeah, but this is the personal touch, you see. Much better than anything you get in a studio. Plus there’s all that waiting for your shots to come back,” the young man shot back.
“Nowadays, photo development can be done in an hour.” This boy was foolish if he thought he could put one over Rupert Giles.
The scruffy-looking artist appeared to relent. “Fine. I’ll do it in color. A 20-minute job for $15.”
“Ten.”
“Thirteen.”
“Twelve-fifty.”
“Okay. Deal.”
“Very well. You can sign it ‘From Giles to Buffy.’ “
Buffy watched this banter with amusement and then a certain amount of asperity. Didn’t Giles think her worth the extra expense? But she noted the glint in his green eyes and realized that this wasn’t about money so much as it was about superiority and a refusal to be taken advantage of. No wonder he’s such a good business partner for Anya. Go Giles.
She sat quietly musing on the man beside her while the artist fussed with his brushes. She started out of her introspection when he tapped her on the knee. “Hey, would you mind giving Arnold a smile, honey? Makes for a much nicer picture.”
Hadn’t she been smiling? She thought she was. Commanded to smile, the urge to do so left her and her lips stretched in an attempt to appear cheerful. The painter blinked and then said, “On second thought, just forget it. You looked better before.”
Buffy scowled. Then she sighed and resigned herself. Okay, maybe her smiles weren’t exactly up to par these days. Dawn had said as much before she left the house. Then she got an idea. “I know. You want a smile? How ‘bout doing a picture of the two of us sitting together?”
The shrewd look returned to Arnold’s face. “That’ll cost you extra.”
She directed a pleading look at Giles. “Giles? I’d love to have something like that hanging in my room. It’d be way better than Mom’s voodoo mask.”
Giles spoke quickly when he saw the puzzled look on the artist’s face. “Very well. How much more will that be?”
“Two people in one picture? Make that forty bucks.”
“Thirty dollars should be sufficient. That’s more than twice our agreed-upon price.”
The painter was about to protest but meeting Giles’s unbending stare thought better of it. “Done. I’ve only got the one chair, though. She’ll have to sit on your lap.”
Buffy had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Giles had turned an interesting shade of red at the painter’s announcement. She stood up and watched as he seated himself awkwardly. Then she arranged herself in his lap and wound one arm around his neck.
This was great; this was crazy great. Giles was a solid weight against her and she felt as if the burden of slaying and the misery of her life were very far away. This close, she could smell his cologne. It had been very much in evidence last night when they were dancing. But now that they were sitting together like this, it was a constant presence. It was a subtle odor that hinted of green English hills and the delicacy of the tea he always drank. Underneath it all was something that said “Giles” and couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else. She snuggled closer and rested her head against his shoulder, risking a peek at his face.
Giles tried to stare straight ahead as the artist fussed with his paints and muttered under his breath. But he was too conscious of the warm weight on his lap and the arm around his neck. Buffy had leaned her head against him and the vanilla aroma from her hair drifted up and teased his nostrils. He took deep breaths and fervently hoped the erection that had plagued him last night wouldn’t return.
He wondered if she was as anxious as he. He darted a look at her face and caught her hazel eyes staring up at him. He sucked in a breath and suddenly the world around them fell away.
It was as if the very air grew still and all the sunlight dimmed only to concentrate on her face. Her eyes shone and the breath from her parted lips rose to caress his face.
He couldn’t have said which of them moved first, only that he found his lips pressed against hers. It didn’t matter that they were in the open, in a public space that might shortly be filled with parents and their chattering offspring. Giles closed his eyes and lost himself in the tender lips and vanilla that surrounded him like a cloud.
Arnold worked quickly. He’d been lying earlier about calling the attractive blond this guy’s girlfriend. He found flattering guys about their age or the looks of their lady friends was a surefire way to con them into ponying up for an outrageously overpriced portrait. But seeing the two of them locked in this close clinch caused him to revise his opinion. Things were serious between these two and if he sketched quickly he might be able to capture the passion and intensity of the scene before they quit locking lips.
Buffy and Giles continued to kiss, oblivious to the furious work of the artist in front of them. Buffy wondered why she’d never tried kissing Giles before this weekend. It was as if everyg thg that had been missing from her life was here, right now, in the arms of this man. She pulled back from him slightly to catch her breath only to wriggle closer and fasten her lips on his again.
So last night hadn’t been a fluke. She really did want him. Her heart pounded in rapid rhythm against his chest and he felt as if his were keeping time with hers. It took several “hrrrmphs” from the artist before they remembered where they were and what they’d been doing.
“Hey, lovebirds! You want to see this picture now or what?” Giles opened his eyes at the same time as Buffy’s and they pulled apart, both struggling to regain their composure.
“What? Oh, yes. The picture. Buffy?” He wriggled slightly and she recalled her position and scrambled off his lap. Without another word they moved around the easel to view Arnold’s finished masterpiece.
Buffy and Giles stood silently contemplating the painting. The background had been perfectly captured in muted colors that framed the seated couple without detracting from them. Instead of the shotshots they were expecting, the artist had painted their entire forms, showing the close entwinement of their arms and legs and the loving passion on both their faces as they kissed. Everything was there from Buffy’s shining golden beauty to Giles’ strong, rugged handsomeness. The bottom right-hand corner of the painting bore the words “From Giles to Buffy: All my love.”
Buffy stood closer to Giles and squeezed his hand as tightly as she dared. Wow. This is…good. This is better than… Is that we look like? Can anyone see that when we’re together?
Giles nodded and pulled out his billfold. He peeled off two twenty-dollar bills and mutely handed them to the artist. Arnold wrapped them around some loose bills and started fumbling for the change. Giles shook his head and refused the gesture. “No, no. Keep it. The money is well deserved. This is far better than I could have expected.”
“Naw, man. You two… it’s great when I get such good subjects, you know?” He handed back a ten and shrugged when Giles refused it. “Thanks, buddy. You two take care of each other, okay?”
“We most certainly will.” Giles smiled at Buffy and darted a swift kiss to the top of her hair as Arnold slid the dried painting into a long-handled bag.
Buffy insisted on carrying the painting and every now and then would peek into the bag as if to reassure herself about their newfound purchase. Giles couldn’t resist teasing her a little. “Are you afraid it’s going to disappear or are you just infatuated with your own looks?”
She poked her tongue out at him. “Maybe it’s your looks I’m looking at.” She hugged him again. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of him. He simply couldn’t get over her constant, easy gestures of affection. “It’s just that, well, it’s like you said last night. You thought all this feeling was so sudden and I thought ‘No way’ ‘cause I’d been feeling that way for awhile only I didn’t know it. But then I thought, ‘Maybe it is of the sudden at least for Giles’ and having somebody else seeing us like this makes it more, I don’t know…” She trailed off in frustration as she ran out of words.
“Seeing it like this through someone else’s eyes makes you realize that this could be real but we’d have to deal with the outside world’s perspective. To them, it would seem very hasty indeed and therefore you are now experiencing doubts where none existed before.”
“Uh. Yeah. What you said.” She peered up into his face. “How do you do that? I mean, how do you get what I’m thinking and put it into words like that? Sometimes even I’m not sure of what I’m feeling and you just seem to get it right off the bat.”
“Don’t forget, Buffy. I’m considerably older than you. I may not be young any more. But I was once and I remember all the confusion, inner turmoil and anxiety that frequently attend youth. I have the benefit of experience as a guide and the perspective that comes with seeing a problem from the outside, as it were.” He sighed and a frown creased his forehead.
“Hey, Watcher mine. We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves. What’s with the unhappy?”
“Perhaps you’re not the only one to be experiencing doubts.”
“Oh. You’re having second thoughts…about last night and getting supplies, aren’t you?”
He flushed slightly. “Yes, I have to admit to that.”
“I’m not.” She set the painting down, stood on tiptoe and pulled his head down towards hers. When they finished kissing this time, she whispered, “Do you still want to wait? Because I’d rather be back at the hotel.”
He wanted to ask again if she was sure but then realized the absurdity of it. This wasn’t some untried, foolish schoolgirl. This was a woman grown and one who was certain of what she wanted. He grasped her arm and murmured in a teasing voice. “I’d prefer the hotel, too. Not that I’m adverse to outdoors sex but I didn’t bring a blanket and grass stains are so hard to remove.”
“Giles!” Buffy laughed, the solemn mood broken. Her Watcher was full of surprises. She was not only psyched about the upcoming sex but amused that he could make light of it. Her other partners had always been so serious about the subject as if it were the Olympics.
They stopped briefly on the way back to pick up condoms at a local pharmacy. Buffy was happy that Giles was so thoughtful but she wondered what it would be like to have his baby. To bring new life into the world instead of death--that would be terrific.
Dawn was made out of her but it definitely wasn’t the same thing. It’s not as if she had any say in it. No, a bunch of foreign monks had just decided to saddle her with a magic ball of green energy disguised as an annoying teenager. It wasn’t the same as making one from scratch.
She considered telling Giles to dispense with the latex but knew he wouldn’t agree to it. He’d say it was too soon for her to be saddled with that kind of responsibility and maybe he’d be right. But if Giles was around to help me with baby raising, would it be so terrible? The baby’d have a mommy and a daddy and all my friends as helpers. She’d be loved. Or he. It could be a boy. He’d have Giles’s green eyes and his height and he’d be smart as a whip. Where does that phrase come from anyway? What’s so smart about whips other than that they do smart if people hit you with them? Great, first leather corsets now I’m thinking about whips. Bad Buffy.
Once again Buffy was wrapped up in thought and Giles would have given anything to know what was on her mind. First she got a dreamy-eyed look then an excited glimmer. Now she was blushing and he hoped he was the cause.
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They were back at the hotel again and Buffy hesitated. “Your room or mine?”
“Um, I think yours would be best. The familiarity might make you feel more comfortable.”
“But I’ve already been in your bed. It was very nice. No need to worry about the comfy factor.”
“The beds are all alike, Buffy.”
“Giles.” Buffy pouted, the expression a teasing one and Giles relented.
He drew her close as she sat on the bed beside him. Unconsciously she threw one leg over his knees and then, dissatisfied with the position, maneuvered herself so that she was astride his lap. Never breaking the kiss, he slowly drew her zipper down the back, running his hands down the spine.
He could feel every bump in her spine and trace her ribs as well. She was still too thin for his liking; mentally he made a note to see that she fed properly when they got back to Sunnydale. Buffy broke the kiss to unbutton his shirt and pull it off his body.
She paused in dismay as she saw the scars on his chest and brushed them lightly with her fingers. This was what Angelus had done to him…and except for a brief mention of torture at his hands Giles had never said anything about it. Buffy felt the old familiar sting of guilt and then pushed it out of her mind. Giles never held her responsible and she wasn’t going to bring it up now.
Running her hands down his chest, she swirled it in his chest hair. Ummm, nice. Most men went in for the shaven look these days, but she thought this was really appealing. It was like being with a large teddy bear--a teddy bear that gasped and growled faintly when she ran her nails across his nipples. Buffy smiled, a saucy gleam in her eyes, and ducked her head to nip at the dark nubs. Giles’s whole body jumped and he wound his arms around her, tumbling her to the bed.
Undressing was awkward in this position but Giles wasn’t complaining. Her lithe body was revealed in tantalizingly drawn-out increments. He removed her shoes and caressed her small feet so that she sighed and giggled. He pinched the delicate toes and tickled the soles until she shrieked and begged him to stop.
Then he began kissing her up the length of one leg and down the other. He only paused to blow gently on the chestnut curls that lay between.
Buffy sat up, impatient to take her turn touching him again. When he drew up alongside her, she resumed kissing him, drawing him closer. She couldn’t get over how great it was kissing Giles, how thoroughly he seemed to devote himself to this one task. Then his lips brushed over her chin and down her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as he held up each breast and lipped all over them, darting quick sucks to her nipples until she was arching and thrusting them against his lips.
He pressed his mouth to her fluttering belly and suddenly blew a raspberry on her skin. Her eyes flew open and she giggled again. Buffy looked down to see the teasing look in his eyes. “Giles!”
“Did you like that? Let me do it again.” He proceeded to do just that. Wow, he was really special. He was making this fun instead of a serious business. She’d obviously been missing out on a lot.
But she still wanted to get to the main event. She unsnapped his belt buckle, pulling the pants over the dark green briefs. Wait’ll I tell Willow about these! She owes me ten bucks.
She hid a grin and then her mouth opened in an “o” of surprise. Straining against the material was an erection of considerable size. It wasn’t the largest she’d ever seen but it was still mightily impressive.
She eased the material over the lightly pulsing length and leaned down to blow over the moist tip. It jumped and she grasped the cock and began stroking it as tightly as she dared.
“Buffy, a little harder,” he breathed. As she complied, he groaned. “Yes, that’s it. Tighter, just there. Oh yes, love, just like that.”
He called her love? Well, maybe that was an English thing. She would ask him about that--later. Buffy pulled down the foreskin and circled the head with a feathery touch that caused him to swear softly under his breath and thrust into her hand in an effort to increase the friction. Suddenly he sat up and pushed her away. At her mute inquiry, he gestured at the package he’d bought earlier.
Buffy watched in breathless anticipation as he unrolled the condom carefully over his length. Under the latex, his every ridge and vein sprang into prominence. The contrast of the off-white against his skin made his boner seem even bigger. He rolled over onto her again and resumed the kissing.
She couldn’t get enough of his mouth, his kisses that seemed so expert and tender. She scratched at one of his nipples and heard him curse again. Since he didn’t ask her to stop, she repeated the act. The fierce smile on his face let her know just how much he enjoyed the rough gesture.
But his erection was digging into her thigh and she ran her hands over his back down to circle around his buttocks. He took the hint and shifted over her to nestle between her thighs.
“Giles,” she breathed as he shifted over her. He lifted his head and smiled gently at her and all at once any lingering nervousness fell away. This was Giles and he cared about her and that thing he was doing with his lower hand--ooh!
She squeaked and her body quivered, her belly rising up against his, the coarse chest hairs tickling her nipples unbearably. His hand moved in an unhurried sweep down her right side, pausing to rub the curve of her breast.
Her face was flushed and hot breath from her parted lips kept brushing his face. She drew his mouth down to hers and kissed him thoroughly again. Her mouth broke away as she groaned from feeling him surge within her. “Giles. Oh Giles. You feel so…oh! Do that again!” she whimpered as he scratched her side with his nails.
He complied, taking pleasure in the quivering of her body. He’d been afraid of crushing her with his weight but it appeared she had no problems.
Her pussy was tightening and squeezing him hard. Buffy sighed and the babbling she’d made in the morning returned, louder and more demanding, as she clasped his buttocks. “Giles! I want…harder! Squeeze me…that again, more!”
“Darling girl. You’re so sweet,” he whispered in return. He growled faintly as she scratched his arse. So she did it again.
Their movements were growing wilder, the bedsprings creaking as their bodies bounced on the mattress. She opened up whenever he slid into her and then clutched him hard as he drew up. Grasping her leg to draw her closer, he groaned when she nearly crushed him by winding it around his waist.
“Buffy!” He buried his head in her neck, inhaling her scent, as he came at last. She continued moving under him and a shrill cry erupted from her moments later.
Mindful of his size he rolled off her slightly to let her breathe. She glistened with sweat and her hair was a mess, spilling over her shoulders and into her eyes. He wondered if he looked as disheveled as she. Peeling off the condom, he threw it into the nearby wastebasket.
Buffy followed the motion and grinned saucily. “How many of those did you get?”
Mildly alarmed, he stared into her face. “Two whole packs. There’s ten in each. Why?”
“Good. I think we’ll need them all.”
He chuckled. “Should I be worried? I’m just mortal, you know. I’m not certain I can handle Slayer stamina.”
“You’re handling it just fine, Watcher mine. Maybe I should be the one worrying.” She started kissing her way down his chest tugging at the curly hairs. She rested her head on his stomach and stared at him speculatively.
Once more, he wondered what she was thinking about. “What? What is it?”
She lowered her eyes as she became very engrossed in the swirl of hair nearest her chin. “You said something…oh, just forget it.”
“No, is it important?”
“I-I’m not sure. Just now…you called me love,” she blurted, darting a quick peek at his face. “Did you mean that or is it just something the English say? You know, like pet or mate or bollocks.”
He smiled at the short list of English expressions. “I don’t recall ever having said any of those things since I’ve been with you.”
She pouted again. She really did look quite adorable when she did that. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes.” There was such a long pause Buffy wondered if he meant to answer her question.
“Is that--are you answering my question or just agreeing about knowing what I meant when I talked about what I meant?” She ran on quickly when he seemed puzzled. “You know what? You don’t have to answer. That’s a stupid question, the kind of question all women ask afterwards and I don’t need to hear the answer. You care about me, you want me and you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known. That’s enough for me. And I want you to know that my feelings haven’t changed either. I love you, Rupert Giles.” She drew a deep breath and her lips trembled as she smiled.
There was a short pause and then Giles sighed, stroking her face. “I love you, Buffy. I have for many years. I can even remember when I knew it for certain.”
Wide hazel eyes were bent on his face. “You can? I mean, you have? For how long, Giles?”
“Since that damned Cruciamentum I forced upon you. That idiot Travers told me I loved you with a father’s love. But I knew then it was much more than that.”
“Really?” She cast her mind back. That was on her 18th birthday--over three years ago. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
He shrugged helplessly. “You were so young, you see, and my duties as a Watcher seemed to make such things awkward if not an impossibility. You were also very much in love with Angel, as I recall. Even if you hadn’t been, the trial was a certain way of destroying any tender feelings you might have had. After that, I couldn’t help but feel it would be a kind of obscenity.”
“Then there was you and Jenny,” Buffy mused, trying to sort things out in her head.
“Yes. She seemed to share the same interests as I. She had the added cachet of being nearer to my age and more serious about the larger worldview than you were.”
“Hey!” She lifted her head to glare at him. “I was serious! Slayer, remember? The one girl bearing the weight of the world on her shoulders and all that. Don’t tell me I didn’t have the bigger picture in mind.”
“Would this have been during the dances at the Bronze, frat parties and competitions for prom queen?” Giles teased. Then he sobered. “That was a consideration, as well, you know. I wasn’t sure whether a romantic entanglement would be a help or a hindrance in your slaying. I couldn’t take that risk. Plus, you never seemed to feel that something was missing in our relationship so I thought I’d be the only one to suffer if I kept silent.”
She snuggled closer and rested her head on his shoulder. “I never wanted you to suffer, Giles,” she whispered.
“Perhaps that was too strong a word. I’ve always had such strong feelings for you--trust, admiration, pride and tenderness--I never felt the lack of amorous love was a great loss.”
“But you know I love you now, right? It’s not depression talking, Giles. You believe me, don’t you?” She leaned up on one elbow so she could stare into his face. She had to be sure he was convinced she was serious.
“Yes. I believe you.”
“Good.” She dropped by his side again and ran her hand in purposeful circles down his chest and over his belly. “Want me to show you how much?”
Hearing the teasing note in her voice, he grinned slyly and then moaned as she ran her fingers over his cock. “By all means,” he breathed.
She sat up and straddled his thighs. “You know, I’m thinking two boxes may not have been enough.”
Inside the closed bedroom doors, a deep male voice let out a bark of laughter followed by happy female giggling.

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