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Inside to Outside	By : Cyberwulf Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Giles Views: 5908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Inside to Outside
- 2-2/6
- 3-3/6
- 4-4/6
- 5-5/6
- 6-6/6
- 4
- 5
- 6
Title: Inside to Outside 5/6

Author: Cyberwulf

Rating: 18s (NC-17)

Disclaimer: Joss and ME own all the characters, and have shares in the plot.

Spoilers: Takes place during and instead of “A New Man”; contains dialogue from “A New Man”. References to Wild at Heart, Band Candy, Earshot, The Prom.

Summary: What if, instead of a Fyarl demon, Ethan had turned Giles intoethiething else?

Distribution: Ask me first, and tell me where it’s going.

Feedback: Feed the Wulf! cyberwulf_1andonly@yahoo.co.uk

Author’s Note: // // denotes thoughts.

Buffy snuggled back against the man in her bed. He nuzzled her neck and stroked one hand up and down her stomach. Buffy sighed in pleasure, feeling surrounded by warmth and love. She rolled over and wrapped an arm around him, rubbing her cheek against his hairy chest.

“ Oh, Giles,” she murmured.

He purred under her like a big cat. Buffy hugged him tighter. He felt so soft. Very soft… wait, that wasn’t right…

Buffy opened her eyes and discovered she was hugging her pillow. Her quilt was wrapped tightly around her. Sunlight streamed through the window. Buffy disentangled herself from her bedclothes.

“ Man, I’ve got it bad,” she muttered.

A quick shower and brunch later, Buffy strolled down the street towards Giles’ apartment. She was almost there when she spotted him out on the sidewalk. He was washing the Citroen, thoroughly lathering the roof of his battered old car. Buffy had a sudden mental image of herself lathering Giles all over. She swallowed and tried to ignore the heat gathering in her belly.

“ Hello there.” Giles gave her a wave as he hosed the suds off the Citroen. Buffy grinned and sauntered over.

“ Looks like I got here just in time,” she remarked.

“ How’s that?” Giles asked.

“ Any earlier and I might’ve had to help,” Buffy explained cheekily. She yelped as Giles directed the jet of water at her feet, just missing her sandals. “ Hey!”

“ What?” Giles asked innocently. “ I didn’t do a thing.”

Buffy grinned, then moved over to the bucket of water. She picked up the sponge and flicked some suds at him.

“ Oi!” Giles exclaimed as they hit his T-shirt. He glared at her, then smirked. “ Right.”

Buffy squealed as he vaulted over the hood of the Citroen, bringing the hose with him. She grabbed the bucket and ran around to the other side of the car. She felt water hitting the back of her shins, turned, and raised the bucket.

Giles realised, too late, what was about to happen.

“ Buffy, no –”

A second later the warm, soapy water hit him in the chest. Giles opened his eyes. Buffy was almost bent double with laughter. She calmed down a little and looked at him, then collapsed in hysterics again. Giles dropped the hose.

“ Right, come here, you.”

He grabbed her and pushed her against the car, kissing her possessively. Buffy reached up and buried her hands in his hair, trying to keep up with his assault. She hooked a leg around one of his, rubbing against the growing hardness pressing into her belly. At last he finished and pulled away a little. Buffy dropped her hands to his back and gazed up into his eyes.

“ Giles…”

Abruptly the pair were showered with cold water.

“ Oh – bloody…”

Giles turned. The hose was jumping around on the pavement like an angry snake. Buffy started giggling. Giles grinned.

“ Well, that’s certainly a mood-breaker,” he chuckled. Placing one last kiss on Buffy’s lips, he picked up the hose. Buffy attempted to straighten herself up a little while he shut off the water.

“ Oh… you’re – you’re soaked through…”

Buffy looked up and saw Giles staring at her now see-through top. He caught himself and looked away, blushing.

“ Come – come inside,” Giles stuttered. “ Maybe I can find you something dry...”

He headed towards the apartment. Buffy followed, grinning. For some reason, knowing she could make Giles all stammery and blushy felt really good.

Buffy settled herself on Giles’ couch while her Watcher moved purposefully around the room.

“ I know it’s in here somewhere…” He paused by the desk. “ Aha!”

Buffy looked up as a black T-shirt landed in her lap. She picked it up and grinned at the Black Sabbath logo on it.

“ Shrunk in the wash,” Giles explained, leaning over the back of the couch. “ I know it’s not your usual style,” he added apologetically.

Buffy knelt up and kissed his cheek. “ It’s perfect.”

Giles smiled shyly at her. “ I’ll just go and get changed.”

He turned away and headed for the stairs. Buffy watched him go. She fought back a little moan when he pulled off his wet T-shirt before mounting the staircase. Sitting back down, Buffy removed her top and slipped the shirt on. It may have been too small for Giles, but Buffy felt like she was swimming in it. It smelled like his fabric softener. She slid off the couch as Giles came back downstairs. He was wearing a blue checked cotton shirt, opened to reveal a white T-shirt. Buffy approached and put her arms around his neck.

“ Wanna go to the park?”

Giles frowned as he considered.

“ Well – today’s the day I clean the flat,” he replied.

“ Giles, I hate to tell you this,” Buffy said, “ but if this place got any cleaner you could perform surgery in here.”

“ It still has to be done,” Giles told her.

Buffy pouted. “ You mean you’d rather mop the floor and wash windows than –” She noticed the look in his eye and slapped him on the arm. “ You!”

Giles chuckled, then took her in his arms.

“ You really think I’m that stuffy?” he murmured.

Buffy shifted uncomfortably. “ Well, kinda.”

“ Then I’d better dispel that notion, hadn’t I?” Giles remarked huskily. Buffy hung on tightly to his shoulders as he kissed her hungrily. She gasped for air as he let her go.

“ Wow.”

“ You all right?” Giles asked with a grin.

“ Yeah,” Buffy answered.

He took her hand. “ Let’s go to the park.”

***

Buffy giggled as Giles pulled her behind a tree near the pond.

“ What’s the matter?” she asked. “ Don’t you like walking any more?”

“ It’s hard to walk and kiss at the same time,” Giles explained. “ And besides, we’re getting looks.”

“ Looks?” Buffy asked, frowning.

“ Yes,” Giles said with a sigh. “ I’m afraid we’ve become that couple.”

“ What couple?”

“ You know,” Giles explained. “ In every public place, anywhere you go, there’s always one couple who are disgustingly in love.” He leaned down and kissed her. “ And aren’t shy about showing it.”

“ And are making all the prudes angry and all the singles jealous…” Buffy murmured.

“ Mmm…”

They made out for a few more minutes. Then Giles raised his head and looked over Buffy’s shoulder.

“ Let’s catch that duck.”

“ What?”

“ That duck.” Giles moved away from her and took off his shirt. “ We can have it for supper.”

“ Giles!”

He advanced slowly on the duck, shirt at the ready. “ I’ll throw my shirt it, it, then you can wring its neck.”

Laughing, Buffy grabbed him round the waist. “ Why do *I* have to wring its neck?”

“ Because *you’re* the Slayer,” Giles replied. “ Look, I’ll do all the plucking and gutting, all you have to do is kill it –”

“ Giles –”

He moved forward, Buffy pulled him back, and the two of them ended up tumbling to the ground. In a flurry of wings and squawking, the duck escaped and made it to the pond.

“ Oh, now look!” Giles said in mock disappointment. He jabbed a finger at the duck from where he lay face-up on the grass. “ You belong in my oven, mate.”

Buffy crawled on top of him, giggling. “ You’re silly.”

Giles held her gently around her waist.

“ I’m happy,” he murmured softly.

Buffy cupped his cheek and began to kiss him, not caring who walked past…

“ Ahem.”

Buffy looked up and saw a redhead and a blonde gazing down at them, smiling. She flushed and got off Giles. The pair stood up quickly, brushing themselves off.

“ Hi, Willow,” Buffy stammered out, trying to tidy up her hair. “ Hi… Willow’s friend.”

“ This is Tara,” Willow replied. “ I met her at Wicca group. Tara, this is Buffy, and Giles.”

The blonde girl ducked her head shyly and waved.

“ Hey, I was just coming to find you,” Willow declared. “ Did you forget? We’ve got an extra Psych tutorial in half an hour.”

Buffy pouted. “ Willow!” She slid her arms around Giles and rested her head on his chest. “ It's Saturday! Cute guy!”

“ Hey, you wanna pass Monday’s test, don’t you?” Willow replied.

Buffy grumbled something into Giles’ T-shirt.

“ You’d better go, love,” Giles told her.

Buffy glared at him. “ Whose side are you on?”

“ Hey, it’s not all bad,” Willow declared. “ You can see Giles tonight, at the Bronze.” Buffy gave her a puzzled look. “ You remember!” Willow said indignantly. “ We planned this last week! It’s been a while since we all hung out together, so we’re going to the Bronze tonight. Xander’s bringing Anya, I’m bringing Tara – you can bring Giles.” Her eyes widened. “ Um, not that we weren’t going to invite Giles to begin with, it’s just that, uh – shutting up now.”

Buffy heaved a sigh. “ Okay. I’ll go to the stupid tutorial.” She traced a finger up Giles’ chest and leaned up to kiss him. Giles cleared his throat and nodded towards Willow and Tara.

“ Um, you guys go ahead,” Buffy told them. “ I’ll be right behind you.”

“ Oh, okay,” Willow replied slyly. “ C’mon, Tara.”

As soon as both girls were at a safe distance, Buffy pressed herself against Giles’ body.

“ Why can’t my tutorial be Giles 101?” she asked with a pout.

Giles kissed the tip of her nose.

“ There are more important things in life than ‘cute guys’, love,” he murmured.

“ I know,” Buffy answered. She gave him a sultry smile. “ But I’m so gonna make up for it tonight. You are coming to the Bronze tonight, aren’t you?”

Giles hesitated. “ Well –”

“ If you’d rather not – I mean, I know it’s not really your scene – but there’s always a band on Saturday nights – before the DJ – and, and you like live music –”

“ Buffy,” Giles interrupted gently. Buffy blushed.

“ Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “ Again with the babbling.”

“ I’d be delighted to go to the Bronze with you,” Giles told her. He shifted awkwardly, looked away, and then looked back at her. “ It’s just… the last time I was there, I got the distinct impression that I wasn’t wanted.”

Buffy frowned for a few moments before realizing what he meant.

“ Oh.” She looked at the ground. “ Well – it’s different now.”

Suddenly Giles was filled with a deep sense of cold unease – the niggling feeling’s bigger, scarier brother. There was something very wrong here, and in just a few more seconds, he would figure out what it was – but Buffy was pulling his head down for another kiss, and as her lips touched his, the feeling melted away.

“ So you’re coming to the Bronze?” Buffy murmured.

Giles nuzzled her neck. Buffy giggled.

“ Hey, is that a yes?”

Giles lifted his head and kissed her on the forehead. “ Yes.” He gazed down at her and smiled. “ What time?”

“ Be at the dorm at seven,” Buffy replied. “ I feel like being escorted.”

“ And should I bring flowers or chocolates?” Giles teased.

“ Just your sexy Giles-y self,” Buffy answered.

His smile widened. “ As you wish, my dear.”

***

“ Okay, guys.” Buffy did a quick twirl. “ Whaddya think?”

“ Looks great,” Willow declared, looking at Buffy’s black slacks and white blouse ensemble.

“ You sure?” Buffy asked uncertainly. “ ’Cos, I was thinking about this black top…” She held up said garment in front of her.

“ It’s fine,” Willow repeated with a grin.

“ Yeah, but if you were going out with a girl, and she showed up dressed like me, would it drive you wild with desire?” Buffy asked. “ Or would an all black outfit be hotter?”

Willow and Tara exchanged nervous glances, which Buffy completely missed.

“ W-won’t the white one end up… um… s-s-see through?”

“ Ooh, good point,” Buffy replied. “ Then the white stays.”

Tara gave Willow a worried look.

There was a rap on the dorm room door.

“ He’s here!” Buffy squeaked. “ He’s here, he’s here, he’s here…” She rushed to the mirror to check her hair.

“ Buffy, answer the door!” Willow giggled.

Buffy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Composed, she walked to the door and opened it.

“ Buffy…” Giles took in her outfit. He smiled. “ You look stunning.”

“ Wow, Giles,” Buffy replied, gazing at him appreciatively. He wore a plain black T-shirt, a black denim shirt, and dark blue jeans – jeans that were a little snugger than his usual ones. “ Mmm, cologne.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. “ Let’s go.”

Willow and Tara stood up.

“ Ladies first,” Giles declared, standing aside to let them out.

“ He’s such a gentleman,” Tara murmured to Willow.

“ Uh-huh,” Willow answered. “ Don’t make ’em like that any more.”

The quartet headed down the corridor and out of the building, Tara and Willow in front, with Buffy and Giles a few feet behind. Giles put his arm around Buffy’s waist. Buffy did likewise.

“ New jeans?” she asked.

“ Oh, damn,” Giles said. He looked down at himself. “ Did I leave the tags on?”

“ So they *are* new,” Buffy giggled. She slid her hand down and squeezed his bottom. “ I like ’em.”

“ You know,” Giles murmured, “ since we work together, that *could* be considered sexual harassment.”

“ Well you shouldn’t have such a harrassable butt then,” Buffy teased.

Willow glanced back at the couple behind them. Giles was whispering into Buffy’s ear. The Slayer’s grin broadened, and then she slapped him playfully on the arm. Both of them began to laugh. Willow smiled. It was good to see both her friends so happy.

“ They look good together,” Tara remarked, following Willow’s gaze. “ Really right, you-you know?”

“ Yeah,” Willow agreed.

“ Um… so, e-explain it to me again?”

“ Oh, okay. This sorcerer friend of Giles’ cast a spell so that Giles would look younger. Well, when I say friend, he’s not really a friend – well, they used to be friends way back in the Seventies, but since then there’s been badness…”

There was a sudden shriek from behind them. Both girls turned around. Buffy was staring at Giles in disbelief, pointing at something on his head.

“ You have an earring!”

Giles blinked a few times. “ Yes?”

“ Okay, new jeans, new cologne, but an earring too?” Buffy asked incredulously. She grinned slyly. “ Did you get some tattoos to go with it?”

“ Buffy, I got my ear pierced years ago,” Giles explained. “ It was quite the done thing back in the 1970s for young men who wanted to, ah, rebel.”

“ How come I never noticed it before?” Buffy asked, staring at the gold hoop in Giles’ left ear.

“ Because I didn’t think it was appropriate to wear an earring while at work,” Giles replied.

“ Aw, I’m sure you could’ve found a stuffy librarian-y tweed earring somewhere,” Buffy teased.

“ Right,” Giles declared. He disentangled himself from Buffy and stepped away from her. “ Just for that, I’m revoking all your arse-grabbing privileges.”

“ Oh yeah, like you could stop me,” Buffy replied. She dove at him. Willow giggled as Buffy chased Giles along the street. Buffy caught up with Giles quickly, grabbing him round the waist with one arm and groping him with the other. Groping quickly turned into kissing and more groping. Tara ducked her head shyly, not wanting to intrude. Willow shook her head and linked arms with the blonde witch.

“ C’mon, you two,” she called, tugging Giles’ sleeve. “ You can do that out on the dance floor like regular people.”

“ Xander, I’m cold,” Anya whinged. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some warmth in her pink flimsy sweater. “ Can’t we just wait inside?”

“ Be patient, Ahn,” Xander replied. He checked his watch. “ They’ll be here any minute.”

Anya pouted, then spotted the group coming up the street.

“ Hey, there they are!” she yelled excitedly.

“ Hi guys!” Willow called.

“ Hey,” Xander replied. He looked at Giles and did a double take. “ Giles, is that you? You look…”

“ Can we *please* go inside now?” Anya demanded.

Xander gave a defeated shrug. “ I guess so.” As the rest of the gang headed in, he frowned in puzzlement. “ How come Buffy’s got her hand on Giles’ butt?”

“ Oh, Buffy…”

Buffy looked up as Giles halted just inside the door. She followed his gaze to the stage. A throng of people was jumping up and down in front of it.

“ A mosh pit,” Giles said delightedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He grabbed Buffy’s hand. “ Come on, let’s join in!”

Buffy couldn’t help giggling – he was like an excited little boy. She let him pull her over to the crowd. Anya grabbed Xander and followed, leaving Willow and Tara dancing among the less rowdy patrons.

Giles and Buffy pushed their way into the middle of the mass of jumping people. Buffy tapped Giles on the shoulder.

“ Check it out!” she shouted into his ear, pointing to a youth sporting long triangular spikes of green hair on one side of his head, and closely cropped platinum hair on the other. “ Extreme, huh?”

“ I think I’ll grow my hair long again!” Giles shouted back. “ Down to my shoulders!”

“ I can just see Mom’s face!” Buffy laughed.

A crowd-surfer in faded black jeans passed overhead.

“ Did you get his wallet?” Giles yelled.

Buffy gave him a push.

“ Yippee!”

Anya gave the punk in front of her a hefty shove. “ Isn’t this great, Xander?”

Xander stopped jumping and tried to catch his breath. A girl with blue hair crashed into him and sent him sprawling on the floor. Two guys in ripped T-shirts and with bad teenage moustaches hauled him to his feet.

“ Thanks, fellas,” Xander acknowledged, wincing. He tugged gently at Anya’s arm. “C’mon, let’s get outa here.”

“ But why?” Anya pouted. “ I was just starting to get warmed up…”

The band switched to a ballad. The moshers settled down and began to sway to the music. Buffy felt Giles pressing something small and metallic into her hand.

“ Lighter,” he explained. Buffy smiled. She lit it and held it aloft.

The band played a few more songs, then the singer approached the microphone.

“ Goodnight, Sunnydale, you’ve been a terrific audience!”

Giles made a small disappointed noise and joined about half a dozen other people in chanting “ One more tune”. The DJ took over and the crowd dispersed.

“ Oh no,” Buffy said glumly.

“ What’s wrong?”

“ I’m all sweaty,” Buffy answered. “ Major disaster when you’re on a date.”

“ Well, I’m all sweaty too,” Giles replied. He kissed her wetly on the mouth. “ So it would be rather hypocritical of me to hold it against you.” He slung an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s find the others.”

Buffy scanned the tables near the dance floor. “ There they are.”

The couple ambled over to where Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya were sitting.

“ Where did you get to?” Giles asked.

“ Xander got tired,” Anya replied matter-of-factly.

“ I did not!” Xander protested indignantly.

“ Plus he fell on his butt.”

“ Exactly,” Xander agreed. He squeezed Anya’s hand. “ There was a lot of pushing and shoving going on in there. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“ Aww.” Anya smiled sweetly at her boyfriend. “ In that case, I completely take back what I said about you not having any stamina.” She looked round at the others. “ I didn’t mean stamina in a sexual sense, of course. Let me tell you, Xander can come and go all night –”

“ Ahn, please, that’s enough,” Xander said, reddening.

Anya frowned. “ I thought men liked everyone to know about their sexual prowess.” Xander buried his face in his hands. “ NOW what’s wrong?”

Giles and Buffy shared a smile.

“ Sit down, guys,” Willow invited. “ Oh – there’s only one chair…”

“ I’ll get another,” Xander said quickly. He turned away to get a seat from a nearby table. “ Okay, here ya…” He turned back to see Giles sitting on the chair, and Buffy climbing into his lap. Xander blinked a couple of times. “ Okay. Buffy, you do know that’s Giles, right?”

“ Uh-huh,” Buffy replied, draping her arm around Giles’ neck. “ Why?”

Xander held up his hands. “ No reason.”

“ Good.”

Buffy leaned up and pressed her lips against Giles’. Xander turned quickly to Willow and Tara.

“ So guys, how’s college working out?”

Buffy finished kissing Giles and laid her head against his shoulder while the others talked. She still couldn’t get over his earring. Idly she wondered what it would be like to suck it. She slid her hand up and played with his hair. Giles had nice hair – soft and thick, that curled a bit at the enlentlenty of girls would kill to have hair like that. Buffy wondered if Giles had ever dyed it. She shifted around on his lap. Giles cleared his throat and tightened his hold on her waist.

“ Please don’t do that,” he whispered.

“ Why?” Buffy asked quietly. She moved a little and felt his erection against her bottom. “ Giles,” she murmured teasingly, giving a slight wiggle.

“ Please, love,” Giles begged softly.

“ Don’t you like it?”

“ Too much,” Giles replied, blushing a bit.

“ Oh.” Buffy moved so that she was sitting on his knee. She kissed his cheek. “ Sorry.”

“ It’s all right,” Giles assured her. Buffy put her head back on Giles’ shoulder and breathed in the scent of his cologne, intermingled with his usual smell. She noted with amusement that even young Giles smelled of books.

Abruptly the DJ switched from dance music to a slow number.

“ Cooled down yet?” Buffy whispered.

“ Yes.” Giles cleared his throat awkwardly.

Buffy jumped off his knee.

“ Dance with me?”

A smile spread across Giles’ face. He took Buffy’s hand and allowed her to lead him onto the dance-floor.

They swayed together to the music, hands round each other’s waists. Giles grinned as Buffy slid one hand down to cup his butt.

“ You, my dear, have a fetish,” he chuckled.

“ Can you blame me for my yummy new obsession?” Buffy asked with a smile.

He chuckled again. “ You’ll give me a swelled head.”

“ You got one of those last night,” Buffy teased.

“ What?” Giles thought for a moment, then grinned as he understood. “ Oh! Oh, yes.”

Buffy traced a finger up Giles’ chest.

“ So what was with all that mosh pit stuff?” she asked. “ I so would never have pictured you doing anything like that.”

“ Oh, I’ve been a fan of rock music for the past thirty years,” Giles replied. “ It’s just that if a twentysomething leaps about shouting at a concert, people chalk it up to youthful exuberance. A fortysomething does the same thing, and people shake their heads and mutter, ‘Who’s he trying to kid?’” He looked a little sad. Buffy reached up and stroked his cheek.

“ People suck,” she remarked softly.

Giles gave her a smile, and slid one hand up her back. Buffy leaned her head against him. She’d always been attracted to tall guys. She wasn’t exactly sure why – it wasn’t like she needed a Big Strong Man to protect her. But there was something about being held in a pair of long, muscular arms, close to a broad, hard chest, that made Buffy feel all girly. And when you spent most nights fighting monsters, it was nice to know you were still a woman. She let out a small sigh of pleasure.

“ I wanted to dance with you at your prom, you know,” Giles murmured in her ear.

“ You did?” Buffy lifted her head and stared at him.

“ Very much, yes.”

Buffy frowned. “ So why didn’t you?”

Giles caressed her hair.

“ Buffy, Angel had broken up with you, the others were all there with their… ‘honies’, and you’d just single-handedly fought off a pack of Hellhounds,” he replied. “ The last thing I wanted to do was completely ruin your evening by having all your classmates see you dance with the stuffy old librarian.”

Buffy flashed a small, brief smile.

“ Maybe I wouldn’t have minded,” she said.

“ I finally plucked up the courage to ask you, you know,” Giles went on. “ Wesley was wibbling on about whether or not it would be proper to dance with Cordelia, and I told him to stop dithering and just ask her. And as I was saying the words, I thought ‘Why don’t you take your own advice, you bloody great idiot?’ So I went over to you…”

“ I remember,” Buffy murmured.

“ Of course,” Giles remarked ruefully, “ by the time we finished the small talk and I got around to actually asking you…”

“ Angel showed,” Buffy finished.

Giles nodded sadly.

Buffy smiled. “ Hey, cheer up,” she told him. “ We’re dancing now.”

He smiled back. Buffy pulled his head down, fusing their lips together. Giles held her a little closer to him, one hand in her hair, the other pressed to the small of her back. Both of Buffy’s hands found their way onto Giles’ ass.

“ Okay, they know they’re in a public place, right?” Xander remarked.

Willow slapped him on the arm. “ Xander! It’s cute.”

Anya stood up and pulled Xander to his feet.

“ I’m tired of watching those two drooling all over each other,” she declared. “ If Buffy gets to grope Giles’ hiney, then I get to grope yours.”

Willow suppressed a giggle as Anya hauled Xander onto the dance floor.

Buffy broke the kiss and rested her head against Giles’ shoulder, and thought back over the last few days. She couldn’t believe she’d never seen this side of Giles before. All this time she’d happily pegged him as ‘Watcher’: stuffy, boring, serious, prim ’n’ proper. She hadn’t had a clue that held bld be flirty, or funny, or silly… or very, very sexy. Her skin tingled and her tummy did flip-flops. Buffy sighed happily into Giles’ T-shirt.

“ Having a good time?” he murmured huskily.

“ Uh-huh.” //Just wait till I get you home…// Buffy frowned. //Hey, you’ve only been with him for a few days, and you’re seriously thinking about jumping his bones? Slutty much?// Buffy pouted. //But I wanna! //

“ Penny for them?”

Buffy blushed a bit and giggled shyly.

“ Oh, they’re like that, are they?” Giles teased.

“ Wouldn’t you like to know?” Buffy replied.

The song finished and was replaced by techno music. Giles let go of Buffy and stepped away.

“ I’ll be back in a minute, love,” he told her. “ Call of nature.” He headed off towards the men’s room. Buffy wandered over to the stairs to wait for him.

***

Giles washed his hands, whistling. He gazed at himself in the mirror, then sprinkled some water on his hair and tidied himself up a little. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself this much. He checked his fly and then headed out of the bathroom and down the corridor back to the dance floor.

Giles wasn’t sure what made him pause when he heard Buffy and Willow talking. He stopped just inside the darkened mouth of the corridor and listened.

“ So is this the best date ever?” Willow was asking.

“ It’s up there,” Buffy replied airily. She lowered her voice a little. “ There is one thing that would make it *the* best date ever…”

“ If Giles invited you back to his place for a cup of tea and maybe something more?”

Giles blushed and bit his lip. He took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach.

“ Mm-hmm. Unless I’m moving too fast. Do you think I’m moving too fast?”

Willow giggled. “ Sounds like you’ve really got it bad for Giles.”

“ You said it, Will,” Buffy agreed. “ I want him…” She lowered her voice, embarrassed. “ … like, really want him.” She sighed. “ Who knew Giles was such a hottie when he was younger?”

Giles felt as if his insides had turned to stone. The niggling feeling at the back of his mind had just been given shape and form.

Buffy lusted him.

She didn’t love him.

Giles sagged back against the wall, realising that a part of him had known this all along. But he’d been so glad that Buffy actually felt something for him that he’d pushed the suspicions away.

“ Hey, Giles!”

He looked up and saw Buffy gazing right at him.

“ Hope you’re not taking up lurking as a hobby, ’cause the last time I dated a guy who was into that … it didn’t turn out so good.”

Giles forced a smile and emerged from the shadows.

“ See you guys later,” Willow said slyly, then sauntered off. Buffy put her arms around Giles’ neck and he automatically put his hands on her waist.

“ Things are kinda winding down here,” she said. “ I was thinking of going on a late patrol. You wanna join me?”

Giles looked down at her. He remembered all the time they’d spent together since his transformation. He remembered how they’d kissed for the first time in the training room. He breathed in her perfume, and thought about how good her body felt pressed against his. He imagined how much better she would feel when their clothes weren’t in the way, and felt his cock shift slightly in response. He’d wanted all this for a long time. Now Buffy wanted it too.

Did it really make a difference if she loved him or not?

“ Well?” Buffy asked. “ You wanna come with?”

Giles licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.

“ I – I don’t feel up to it tonight,” he managed. “ I’m a – a little tired.”

“ Oh.” Buffy looked disappointed. “ Is it okay if I swing by your house afterwards?”

“ Yes,” Giles replied. He tilted her chin up towards him and gazed into her eyes. Then he kissed her.

“ I love you more than anything in the world,” he whispered. “ I want you to know that.”

Buffy frowned up at him in puzzlement. “ Yeah, I know.” She stroked his neck. “ Sure you won’t come with me?”

Giles nodded. “ I’m sure.”

Buffy kissed him on the cheek. “ I guess I’ll see you later.”

Giles watched as she walked towards the exit, waving goodbye to the rest of the gang. He turned away and ran a hand through his hair.

He had a decision to make.

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