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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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He knew a long discussion was imminent but Giles thought Buffy should be made comfortable first. While she peeled off her sodden clothes and changed into a bathrobe behind a discreetly closed door, Giles changed and then ordered room service to send up breakfast. He also placed a call to the Summers house.
“Hello? Summers residence?”
“Hello, Willow? It’s Giles. Listen, I’m calling about Buffy--”
She immediately interrupted him, her words tumbling over each other in her haste to get them out. “Oh gosh, Giles, have you seen her? She didn’t come home last night and Dawn and I were so worried!”
Giles felt slightly guilty. Of course Dawn was upset. He should have called last night. But he had been concerned about taking care of Buffy and the hour had been so late. He had hoped to place this call before she woke up and realized Buffy’s absence.
“Willow, please calm down. Buffy’s fine. She’s here at the hotel with me.”
“She is? Why? I thought she and Dawn were supposed to meet you this afternoon.”
He peeked around to make certain the bathroom door was still shut. He continued in a lowered voice. “Willow, Buffy was attacked by a demon last night.”
“Oh no. Is she all right?”
“Very much so. The demon was only there because Spike put it there. He was hoping Buffy would do something demeaning so he got a demon that induces, uh…” Giles hesitated. He understood now what Buffy had been doing with Spike. But he didn’t know whether she had told her friends.
“Induces what? Giles, what did Spike do to her?”
Willow’s voice had turned equally cautious; Giles recognized that tone from when Buffy had concealed the truth from him. “Willow, I know things have been happening in Sunnydale that I know nothing about. But Buffy has revealed a few things to me that were said strictly in confidence. I don’t think I should tell you any more unless--”
“It’s okay, Giles. Willow knows about Spike; they all do. I told them a few days ago.” Buffy spoke calmly and Giles looked up to see her slight form standing in front of him, clad only in a fluffy white bathrobe.
“Ah. Then I suppose I’m not giving anything away then.” He spoke into the phone. “Willow, the demon Spike arranged to meet Buffy was of a--unique nature. Apparently when its sputum comes into contact with a victim’s skin, it causes an almost paralyzing effect. The victim becomes so highly aroused they fall into a kind of fever. I can only conclude this allows the demon to kill them without their putting up much of a resistance.”
“And that’s what happened to Buffy?”
Giles glanced up at Buffy as she eyed him curiously. He flushed at the thoughts of the night’s events that had so recently transpired. “Uh, quite. She defeated the monster handily and then met Spike. He tried to-to take advantage of the situation but she fought him off as well. Feeling herself succumbing to the venom’s effects, she came here to the hotel. I managed to bath her with ice until the fever broke.”
“So she really is all right?”
There was a hurried whispering and then Dawn’s voice came on the phone. “Giles! I heard Willow talking about Spike. Did he do something to Buffy? If he has, I am so going to stake him.”
He smiled at the childish anger in her voice. “I’ll let her talk to you.” He handed the phone to Buffy. “It’s Dawn. She wants to know if you’re all right.” As Buffy took up the phone and began chatting with her sister, Giles heard the hotel doorbell ring. Probably room service. I hope they brought everything I asked for.
“Buffy, are you really okay? What did Spike do to you?”
“Nothing, Dawn, though I don’t think he’ll be walking straight for a while. He sicced some phero-whatsis demon on me. It makes you really excited and he thought he could trick me into having sex with him again.”
Buffy yanked the phone from her ear as Dawn yelled into the receiver. “He tried to RAPE you?!? Buffy, please tell me you staked his sorry ass!”
“I-I’m afraid I had other things on my mind. What the demon did to me--well, let’s just say my judgment was impaired. Like getting-really-drunk-and-getting-a-tattoo impaired,” Buffy sighed.
“Oh. So something did happen between you and Spike.”
“Not unless you all a severe butt kicking something.” Buffy twirled the phone cord idly in her fingers while she kept an ear out for Giles. So intent was she on following his movements, she almost missed her sister’s next question.
“Then how did you wind up at Giles’s hotel?”
Buffy swallowed and combed through her mind for a suitable fib. “Well, I was starting to get really feverish and I thought that Giles would know what this demon was and how to fight its effects so I came to him.”
She could hear the puzzled note in her sister’s voice while she picked through this information. “Why didn’t you come back home? Or to the Magic Box? They have magical books about all sorts of monsters--they could have helped you and they were a lot closer.”
Damn. Her sister had no business being so logic-y this early in the morning. “Like I said, Dawn, I wasn’t of the rational and I kept thinking ‘My Watcher would solve this, Giles would get me out of this.’ Besides, it was really late; could you imagine my waking up Anya to get her to open the Magic Box?”
Dawn snorted. “Yeah. She probably would have been upset that you were interrupting an orgasm session with Xander.” Dawn paused for a moment. “So you’re all right now. When are you coming home?”
“As soon as my clothes dry. That demon sprayed me and I had to get them washed.”
“What about our seeing Giles this afternoon? Are we still on for that?”
Buffy’s brows wrinkled as she considered. She and Giles had a lot to talk about. She remembered everything from last night; she didn’t know if she could discuss it with Giles with Dawn around. “I don’t know, Dawn. Giles stayed up all night with me, waiting until the fever broke. I recovered quickly--slayer stamina and all that--but he looks kinda tired. I’ll ask him if he wants to see you today or if we could delay it until tomorrow.”
She looked up as Giles popped his head around the bedroom door. “Buffy, your breakfast is getting cold. Will you be finished soon?”
“In a minute. Giles, Dawn wants to know if you still want to see her this afternoon.”
“Perhaps tomorrow. You’ve had a very trying night. Effects from the demon’s venom may linger.”
Buffy held the phone to her ear again. “Dawn, we’ll have to take a raincheck. I’m too tired to jet home, change and come back here all in the same day. But Giles is all up for doing this tomorrow. What do you say?”
There was a minute of silence; Dawn was evidently thinking it over. “Well, okay. As long as it is tomorrow. I really want to see Giles again.” Then she remembered something. “Buffy, what about your job at the DMP? Weren’t you supposed to be there an hour ago?”
Oh no, she’d completely forgotten all about that lousy job of hers. She thought rapidly. “Ask Willow to call and tell them I came down with a fever and can’t come in today. That’s pretty much the truth, anyway. I’ll be in bright and early tomorrow morning though. Oh, and have her pick me up here later. I sorta ran all the way here and I don’t have money for a taxi.”
She made her goodbyes and then hung up the phone. She got up, holding up the hem of the absurdly long bathrobe as she found her way to the small kitchenette. Buffy halted in surprise as she took in the spread before her.
There were two stacks of pancakes, a pile of French toast, strawberries, powdered sugar, maple syrup, strawberry jam, a large plate of eggs, sausages, a jug of orange juice, one of milk and a bowl of cereal. Giles had arranged them in a neat circle in the center of the table. He looked up at her, his green eyes twinkling. “Well, glad you could make it. I was starting to think I’d have to consume all this myself.”
“I’m not sure Xander could eat all this by himself. This is an awful lot of food.” He pulled out a chair for her and she slid into it automatically.
“I thought you could use the nourishment after that exhaustive fever you suffered last night.” He pushed a plate of sausages towards her. “Well, enjoy.”
She picked up a fork and twiddled with it indecisively for a bit. “It’s a little awkward eating by myself.”
He pulled a stack of French toast in front of him. “Y-yes, of course.” They both ate self consciously for several minutes; each wanted to speak but wondered if the other should talk first. Giles cleared his throat. “Buffy, about last night…”
She giggled, stopping when she saw his baffled look. “I’m sorry, Giles. It’s just, well, people often say that when they’ve had encounters of the groiny kind and we didn’t, I mean, not exactly. I’m sorry. This is me shutting up now.” She lowered her eyes towards her plate and resumed mindlessly eating her sausages.
He realized the uneasiness would only get worse if he delayed so he resumed. “What I meant to say is that I’m…glad you came to me. I told you I wanted you to trust in yourself but last night you were under the influence of a very powerful agent, one you couldn’t handle on your own. I’m deeply honored that you thought I could help you and that you turned to me.”
“Oh.” Honored? I throw myself at him and rip off his clothes and he’s honored? Well, there’s the dashing of the hopes. Guess I don’t have to tell him about my feelings after all. Oh, wait, I kinda did that last night.
A fiery blush came over her cheeks as she remembered all the things she’d said and done in order to get Giles to…well, no wonder he was using the British politeness thing. He was probably trying to spare her feelings. She continued stuffing her face as she fought back the sudden urge to cry.
Giles noted the blush and wondered if she was embarrassed. Of course she is. She was under a type of spell and behaved in a way she would never have considered if she had been in her right senses. She’s probably trying to think of a graceful exit to get away from the ‘old man.’ He felt a keen stab of loss at the idea. He recalled with vivid clarity the feel of her skin, the heat rising from her body, her seductive voice, her mention of the dreams…
He sat bolt upright. Good Lord, the dreams. She had mentioned having sex with him in them. So she had experienced them. And they had occurred before the demon’s attack. Did that mean…?
Buffy stared at him. One moment, Giles was playing the role of English gentleman. The next he had stiffened while an odd expression passed over his face. What was he thinking? “Giles? Are you alright?”
He glanced at her and noted the bright shine in her eyes. Was she succumbing to the fever again? “I’m fine. I was just thinking…something was said last night…”
“A lot of things were said last night.”
“Quite. I was just wondering how much was real and how much was fever-induced.”
Buffy licked her lips and knew this was it. Now or never. Tomorrow afternoon she would be seeing him with her little sister and nothing would get said except polite meaningless conversation.
“Speaking of the fever--Spike said that every vampire in the area could smell me. He wanted to get me back to his crypt before others could show up. And that guy down at the front desk was ready to take me on the counter if I’d let him. Whatever that demon did to me…other people were affected by it, weren’t they? Not just vamps.” She held her breath while she waited for his answer.
“Well, from what you describe, it seems this demon spray heightened your natural pheromones--the hormones that indicate or trigger sexual response. The human sense of smell is very dull; we’re normally not aware of such subtle effects. But you were radiating it so powerfully even human beings would have been affected.”
“So why weren’t you?” There, that was blunt enough. Let’s see him wiggle out of that one.
The Watcher’s expression grew decidedly defensive. “Well, why didn’t you have sex with Spike? He was available and definitely more than willing.”
“I asked you first,” she scowled. Okay, that was majorly childish, but she was so afraid of giving herself away without some guarantee. Honored. Ha!
He pulled off his glasses and started polishing them furiously. She recognized that gesture; he was embarrassed and trying to buy time to think up something suitable, something British, to say. “I was affected, very much so. But I kept telling myself how it would be a terrible breach of your trust, how I would be taking advantage of someone who had placed herself in my care. I would be no better than Spike if I did such a thing.”
Her head was bent steadfastly over her plate of forgotten sausages and her voice was so small he could barely hear her. “So it wasn’t because…you didn’t want me?”
He was absolutely stunned. Not want her? Not want her? How could she believe that he couldn’t want her? After all the men who had loved her, thrown their hearts at her feet--and left her miserable, lonely and wretched. Just as he had done. No wonder she had turned to Spike. With him, at least, she could be certain he would never abandon her.
Without realizing it, he had moved to kneel beside her where she sat on the chair. “Darling Buffy. Of course I wanted you. After all those dreams I had of you…I just couldn’t stay away. They pulled me back from England all the way across the damned Pacific. I love you.”
She raised her eyes to stare at him. Then she fell into his arms and burst into a storm of weeping. He wound his arms around her tightly and let the flood break over him. God, he was such a bloody softie. He’d never known what to do when a woman cried. So he kept mum while her heart beat against his chest as if it would fly out of her ribcage.
Only gradually was he able to distinguish words from amidst the emotional turmoil. “Giles I love you I love you I love you. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t even know what I felt I’m such an idiot. I came back from the dead and you weren’t there. I didn’t understand why you weren’t there and everything ached and then you came back and I hid it from my friends my sister but I thought you understood and then you left me again and I couldn’t bear it. I resented you for not being there to make the pain go away and Spike was just there so I turned to him because I knew it wouldn’t matter if I hurt him. Even when I ended it I knew he’d be there I could feel myself starting to weaken then you came back again and I knew you’d hate me when you found out about it and I couldn’t tell you, couldn’t tell you about any of it…” She broke down and became incoherent again.
He found himself unconsciously rocking her as he shushed her and buried his head in her soft hair. “My sweet girl. God, I never knew. I saw you were in pain but left you anyway because I thought you never considered me to be anything but a father to you and Dawn. I couldn’t bear it. But I couldn’t speak out and tell you because I thought you’d be horrified. So I let you take the fall.
“Do you forgive me?”
Her breath stuttered in shock as she listened. He loved her--and he wanted her forgiveness? He hadn’t even mentioned Spike in his confession and she felt the disgrace of it wash all over her again.
Giles had lusted after her last night. But he hadn’t given in. He hadn’t abused her feelings for him. She had done that with Spike. She didn’t kid herself on that score. The platinum-haired vamp may have played on her unhappiness but she had actively participated in what she’d done with him.
She was just as rotten as Spike. She didn’t deserve this wonderful man or his affections. She felt as if she was unclean and she shrank in his arms.
Giles felt her withdrawal and misunderstood. Of course she was rejecting him. She had confessed to loving him but perhaps his own avowal had come too late. He loosened his arms around her, the action causing a corresponding emptiness to open up in his heart. He steeled himself against the familiar ache and tried to speak gently to her, “Buffy, if I’ve wounded you too much, I-I understand. Believe me, I don’t wish to force myself…”
He felt the air whoosh out of his lungs as her arms tightened again. He opened his mouth to speak only to find her lips firmly fastened to his. Her kiss was frantic as if she wanted to pull him inside her. He gripped her once more, his hold almost as tight as her own. They swayed together clumsily on the floor for a moment before they mutually pulled back.
“Buffy…” He paused, quite bereft of anything to say to her. Her face was shining with tears and that terrible uncertainty was back in her eyes. He kissed her again very gently. “I love you, I do. But we’ve both been through so much and we need time…”
“Giles, we’ve had time. We’ve had six years. We’ve been through apocalypses, gods, demons, possessions, witches, death, the whole ball of wax and several candles thrown in. I’ve made horrible mistakes in the last few months of my life and I’ve done things I’m not particularly proud of. But the last thing we need to do is wait for more time.
“We love each other. That’s a good start. The rest will still be there.” She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes with the edge of her bathrobe. “We have the whole day together. What do you want to do now?”
Giles’s heart beat faster as he considered the implications of that simple statement. But he recalled the thin frame in his arms. She was much too skinny for his liking; they could deal with that first. As she said, the rest could wait. “My love, let’s get off this floor. I-I really think we should finish our breakfast before we proceed any further.”
She searched his face for a clue about his feelings. Love and kindness were beaming out of those eyes and she wanted nothing more than to stay in the safe circle of his arms. But he didn’t want to rush into anything and she had to respect that. As if seconding that notion, her stomach gave a loud, audible rumble.
She tittered at the sound. “Oh, well, that’s my cue to take you up on that offer.” She got up, stumbling slightly over the long hem, and reseated herself at the table. Giles pressed another kiss to her temple. Now that he had permission to kiss Buffy, he simply couldn’t stop. Lovely feeling.
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They continued their meal in companionable silence, each sneaking glances at the other. Buffy understood Giles’s desire to talk things out. They really did have a lot to discuss. She wanted to talk about last night--so did he. Would they discuss her groin sessions with Spike? The almost-sex they’d shared? And what about those handcuffs? What on earth was he doing with those?
She cast a glance at the table and was astounded to see three empty plates. Wow, did I really eat all that? I must have been really hungry. She couldn’t remember the last time she had anything approaching a real appetite. Since she left Heaven, food had seemed dull like everything else the world had to offer; eating was merely another activity to struggle through to please her worried friends. But this breakfast had been divine. Maybe it’s the company.
“Giles…um, so what’s with the handcuffs?” Giles coughed and choked on a morsel of French toast. Great. Now I’m causing spit-takes at the breakfast table.
He wiped his lips with a napkin. “Uh, before you get any untoward ideas, the cuffs were intended for Spike.”
“Oh. Spike. All right, I’m going to a very scary visual place, Giles.”
He looked at her sharply and saw a smile tugging at the edge of her mouth. “Very funny, young lady. I meant, given the nature of our shared dreams, that certain precautions should be taken to ensure Spike is no longer a danger to you or any one else.”
“So you were going to handcuff him. Huh, wish I’d thought of that.” The words came out before she could think and she blushed scarlet when she realized her slip. She grabbed for the orange juice and poured herself a quick glass, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.
Giles clenched his jaw at the images that comment stirred. The Spike issue was something that had to be resolved but by all indications she had already ended it. Still, to think that sneering corpse had had the audacity to touch the marvelous woman sitting opposite him was causing Giles to feel the primal urge to hunt him down and apply spanners to very sensitive parts of his anatomy.
“Are you telling me there were such…instruments involved in your--?”
Some of her orange juice went down the wrong way and tears sprang to her eyes in the effort to resist choking. “NO! I mean he wanted, he asked me once…he brought them out and asked me if I trusted him and I said ‘never’ and that was the end of that. Giles, I may have been a ho but I wasn’t a stupid ho!”
The Englishman banged his fist down on the table. Buffy jumped at the loud noise and watched his face settle into a very familiar Ripper glare. “Buffy, I never want you to speak of yourself like that again, do you hear me? You are not that kind of woman. You’re a fine, decent, upstanding person who’s been through a very traumatic experience.
“You weren’t after a sick thrill. You were hurting and emotionally fragile, and even without your going into details, I believe that Spike took advantage of a weakness and exploited it in the clever way he’s done in the past.”
“Actually, it wasn’t clever at all. Spike found out his chip didn’t work on me. He said I came back wrong. We started hitting each other really hard and the next thing I knew I was kissing him and the building was falling down around us…” Buffy’s couldn’t bring herself to finish.
Giles regarded her silently before continuing in a gentler voice. “Buffy, are you proud of what you did with Spike?”
Tears began gathering in her eyes again as she recalled those weeks of sordid couplings in alleys, against trees, the cemeteries, the floor of his crypt, her own front lawn where the neighbors or Dawn might have spotted them. She was too choked up to speak. She could only shake her head furiously.
“A slut wouldn’t be ashamed. What you did was ill advised, surely, but it is in the past. You’ve ended it; you resisted a great temptation that was presented to you only last night by that same bastard. These are not the actions of a slattern. Is that what he told you?”
“He wouldn’t stoop that low. He just said I came back wrong, that I belong in the darkness, that I like rolling around in the dirt. He hinted I might be a demon.”
An angry light flashed in Giles’s eyes and was gone in an instant. There would be time to vent his rage later. Now he needed to reassure the unhappy, lost woman seated with him. “Do you think that’s true?”
“I don’t know. How else can he hit me? Something must be wrong with me, I just haven’t been able to figure out what it is.”
“Whatever it is, Buffy, I’m sure there’s more to it than mere wrongness, to use Spike’s wonderfully self-serving vague term. Have you spoken to Willow about it?”
“I asked Tara to check up on it since Willow’s gone on the magic wagon. But all Tara says is that I’ve got some sort of gene tan. It’s thrown off Spike’s chip so that I register as ‘non-human’ on his radar.”
Giles frowned and rubbed his lower lip thoughtfully. “I don’t mean to cast aspersions on Tara’s abilities but that explanation does leave a great deal to be desired. P-perhaps now that I’m back, I may be able to lend an assist in that direction.”
She smiled at him gratefully. “I’d like that.”
There was another silent interval then Giles cleared his throat. “It seems we’ve paid the proper respect to our meal. We should let room service clear away the things.”
Buffy fidgeted a little. “Yeah. I guess. Giles?”
“Yes?”
She smiled shyly and trailed one bare toe across the floor. “I don’t have anything to wear since my clothes are still wet. What are we going to do until they dry?” She was delighted to see a blush work its way across his face as he registered how very close to undressed she was under her robe.
“Ah, well then…we’ll just have to improvise.”
Buffy picked up an untouched sausage and nibbled at it absently as Giles walked to the bedroom. She loved Giles and he loved her and they would probably spend a lot of the day talking. But right now she couldn’t stop thinking that she was nearly naked. During the sexcapades of the previous night she hadn’t been able to take much notice of his body. She had noted scar tissue on his chest--souvenirs from his torture at the hands of Angelus. But the rest was a bit of a blur.
She glanced at the bathroom door where her wet clothes hung drying and an idea sprang into her mind.
Giles surveyed the contents of his wardrobe with discouragement. The shirts and pants were entirely too big to fit Buffy’s tiny frame. She might make do with a T-shirt and drawstring pants--no, the latter would still be bagging at her ankles, much like the robe she was currently wearing.
A pair of small hands encircled his waist from behind and soft lips were pressed to the nape of his neck. “Mmmmm, you really do smell good, Rupert.”
He started in surprise at that sultry voice and whirled around to see Buffy gazing at him with a lusty expression as she licked her lips hungrily. “Buffy! What are you--will you please leave?”
“Sorry, Rupert, that’s not in my plans.” She grabbed his face and pulled it down to hers for a very thorough kiss.
He responded for only a short moment before common sense re-asserted itself. He pushed her away again. “It’s not that I don’t want to but--”
“But what? You’re interested; I’m more than interested. What’s the prob?”
He hesitated as he tried to formulate his words in a way that wouldn’t seem like a rejection. “My dear, as I said, you’ve been through a very traumatic ordeal. You’ve gotten rid of a very persistent and dangerous enemy. I don’t think casual sex is what you need right now.”
“There’s nothing of the casual about this. It’s exactly what I need.” She pressed close to him and wound her arms around his waist again. “You see, I’ve screwed up a teensy bit. I went to check up on my clothes and I think some of the demon goo from last night got on my hands.”
He snatched at her hands in alarm, holding them out and away from his body. “Buffy, you didn’t! And you touched me…I could be infected!”
She blinked as if the idea had only just occurred to her. “Oops.”
“Oops, indeed. We’ve got to get away from each other.”
She squirmed close to him again as she propelled him towards the bed. “And do what? Take turns sitting on a slab of ice? No thanks.” The back of the bed hit his knees and he sat down abruptly as she moved to straddle his lap. “Rupert, I want you to make love to me.”
“My dear, your judgment is being affected again. You don’t mean what you’re saying.”
Buffy sighed as if she couldn’t believe what an idiot he was being. “Listen up, Watcherman. If I was just the victim of raging hormones, I would have jumped Spike last night. Or Willow. Or that Beavis-and-Butthead wannabe at the front desk. They were all a hell of a lot closer. But I fought off the chipped blowhard and ran all the way here to you. I kept telling myself that you were the one I wanted, that I had to be with, and nothing was going to stand in my way.
“The demon goop didn’t put these feelings into me. It just made me aggressive enough to go after what I wanted. Now the only question that remains is…do you want me or not?” She looked into his eyes and all at once he was pinned in place, unable to move. The depths of love and lust that shone in those hazel eyes caught him. She was also slowly rubbing her bare thighs in his lap and he could feel himself responding accordingly.
He closed his eyes and clasped her hips so that she was still for the moment. “Buffy, I love you and I desire you more than any other woman I’ve known in my life. But I’m not willing to have sex with you merely to prove my feelings. There must be no doubt nor fear in your mind and I certainly don’t want you under the influence of a demon drug.”
“Oh.” Buffy plopped down on his lap with a sigh. “Then I guess I have to ‘fess up. There’s no monster ick at work here, Giles. It’s all me.”
Giles blinked at this statement. “Pardon?”
She smiled nervously as she considered how ticked off he might get. “I-I wanted to push the issue and I thought pretending to be affected by that phero-demon would kinda set the mood. You know, like roleplaying or something.” She ducked her head into the crook of his shoulder as if too embarrassed or afraid to continue.
She had been trying…ah. She had wanted to tempt him, the little minx, and come close to succeeding. It had been quite a trick to play and he had been really worried. He had also been undeniably aroused.
“I see. I’d love to accommodate you, my love, but there’s nothing here in the way of…I mean, I was totally unprepared for your arrival.” He was starting to blush again and she watched with fascination as the blood rushed under his skin. Such a gentleman. So different from Spike. Not crude or mean or spiteful. And blushing? Definitely not in a vampire’s bag of tricks.
“Oh. You mean you don’t have any condoms.”
He flushed again. “Quite.”
She tilted her head as a saucy expression spread over her features. “Rupert, there are a whole lot of things we could try that don’t involve actual sex sex. Think of what we were doing last night. Think of Bill Clinton.” She rocked her hips over him again and felt his flagging erection spring to life once more.
Giles got a wicked expression to match hers as he caught her meaning. He clutched her to him and kissed her tenderly, letting the fire build between them once more. Her lips parted and her tongue came out to play. They twined against each other’s, both striving for dominance, until hers darted into his mouth.
Oh yes. He was warm, deliciously so, and Buffy wondered how she could ever have endured Spike’s icy unyielding touch over this. Her tongue flicked across his ivories and then played along the surface of his tongue. She sucked avidly, drawing it into her mouth. She pressed closer to him and reached down, loosening the tie of the bathrobe so that her breasts were bared. She rubbed the nips against his chest and he gasped into her mouth at the contact.
Giles’s kisses became more demanding but he was experiencing a growing discomfort under her thighs. His erection was being painfully confined in his pants and he wanted to free it, feel his skin flush against hers. He pulled away to gasp, “Buffy, I need…” He wriggled a little and she became aware of his problem. She obligingly shifted off him though he ached at the loss of contact with her.
It was a clumsy process removing his pants while trying to keep her close. She yanked impatiently at his shirt and he grabbed her hands. “Love, I don’t want to keep sewing buttons onto my clothes. If you rip this shirt, I shall have to give you a spanking.”
Her face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Promise?”
Before he could consider putting the threat into practice, she unbuttoned the garment with lightning speed and tossed it onto the floor. His pants swiftly followed and they tumbled together onto the bed. She had discarded the robe though he had no idea when and her body was laid out to his attention. Buffy’s small breasts rode high on her thin frame. He could still see her ribs; her lack of adequate flesh made her seem even smaller than he remembered. She appeared so very young and fragile.
His hesitancy brought all of Buffy’s self-doubts rushing back. He thinks I’m ugly. I butchered my hair and he’s probably thinking of Spike touching me. She drew up her hands to cover her breasts and shrank away. “I’m sorry.”
He reached down to stroke an errant strand of golden hair. “Sorry? For what?”
“For…I know I haven’t been looking my best. It’s such an effort to drag myself out of bed in the mornings and I feel so wicked tired at nights coming from the DMP.” Seeing his blank look, she added, “Oh that’s right. I didn’t tell you. Money’s been so tight at home, I’ve been slinging burgers at the local fast food joint to make ends meet. Anyway, I usually smell bad, feel worse and I must look just terrible.” She turned her face from him as her voice trembled ever so slightly and he knew she was on the verge of tears again.
He drew her chin towards him and saw her eyes were tightly shut as if she couldn’t stand to see the disappointment in his. He pressed his lips to hers and gradually felt them soften and yield. He braced his weight on his arms on either side of her body, not attempting anything more than the kissing for the moment.
When he left her mouth, he murmured, “Such sweet lips. What a gorgeous neck,” as his mouth coursed over her throat. He lifted her tits in both hands as he held them up to his gaze. “Beautiful, luscious breasts,” he whispered as he bent his head over them.
Buffy’s breath caught as he lipped and tongued her. Every motion of his hands and body was accompanied by his wonderful Giles-speak. It hadn’t been like this with Spike. The vampire claimed her as if she were some sort of possession he had to have or destroy trying. Giles made her feel worshipped, cherished…loved.
He’d left her breasts, tracing her ribs with a wet tongue, dipping it into the hollow of her navel. She laughed soundlessly as her belly quivered under his attentions. Then she grew rigid as his chin brushed over her dark pubic hairs. At the first stroke of his tongue on her clit, her hips jerked upwards and she squealed. “Giles!”
He drew away and gave her a mock-reproachful look. “What happened to ‘Rupert?’”
“Rupert,” and a whistling sigh was drawn from her as he returned to her moist slit. The memory of her dream resurfaced and unconsciously she raised her arms and gripped the bedposts.
Giles remembered it, too: the sighs, the screaming and unbridled passion. If the dream were an actual reflection of life, then he knew exactly how she liked to be touched and handled.
He flicked at the nub with his tongue and felt a shudder that shook the bed. He began licking up and down the length of her slit, returning periodically to the sensitive button. He clutched her ass in a bruising grip and forced his tongue in deeper.
“Yes, yes, Rupert! Don’t stop!” [No Willow to hear. No Spike to interfere. No Dawn. Just us. Him. Me. Rupert, love you!] She moaned as she rolled her hips towards his mouth. The flame was licking its way up through her body, tightening her nipples and bringing a raw flush to her face. It was like the demon-fever only ten times hotter. Her hips were rocking harder towards him, her entire body quivering from the sparks shooting from her groin. She squeezed her breasts and rolled the nipples between her fingers as she felt a familiar weight settle in her cunt and start to rush outward.
Her body stilled completely and then a scream tore from her throat as she came all over his tongue. Her hips pumped wildly a few more times until she fell back onto the bed, panting. Giles dreamily lapped up the salty juices. God, he loved this woman, all of her, from her shorn hair to her slender feet and all parts in between.
Buffy let the shimmery afterglow wend its way through her body and came back to an awareness of the man between her legs. All at once she knew a kind of shame. He had brought her the most intense pleasure but she’d done nothing for him and she was fairly certain his erection hadn’t gone anywhere. “Rupert?”
“Yes, love?”
His tongue fluttered at her damp center and she could feel desire stirring within her again. “Come up here and kiss me.” He lifted his head, shiny with her juices, and they kissed ardently. Her tongue probed every corner of his mouth. She could taste herself there and it was so much better than her dream. She busied herself with that sensation and almost idly swept her fingers down over his chest.
Hmmm. Strong body. Not overly muscular but good for his age, nice tone. Lean hips…ooooh. Contact. She wrapped her hand around his member and felt it leap at her touch. Giles hissed softly and pressed his head against the pillow. He arched and thrust upwards into her warm hand.
Her first time with Angel had been too tentative to learn anything about a man’s body beyond the very obvious. Riley had been rather mundane in his man-superior position. But she had learned all sorts of tricks from her brief stint with Spike. Now she was itching to see what would appeal most to Giles. Her dream had given her the idea that he wouldn’t mind roughness but she thought that could wait. After all, they had all day together.
She firmed up her grip and began a slow steady stroking all along his length. It grew at her touch and she watched in fascination as moisture began appearing from the tiny hole in its tip. Buffy stroked him more deliberately as his hips began thrusting harder.
Circumcised. Wonder how he tastes. Let’s find out. She leaned forward and kissed him and then began moving down his body much as he had done minutes ago. Her tongue flicked at his nipple and she was startled to feel him jerk forward. So his nubs were as sensitive as a woman’s? Something to remember. She sucked firmly at them until they were as hard as acorns and continued her downward journey.
Giles was panting and bucking his hips when her hot breath circled his cock. He hadn’t been certain she would go through with this. She had mentioned the American ex-president but he hadn’t made the connection until…oh god. She nibbled and played with the slick tip and then her tongue was licking at his swollen head. At last her mouth slid down in one smooth glide over his cock.
She was…oh, she was beyond good. There was no choking or gagging reflex and she showed a hell of a lot more assurance and skill than many of the older women he’d taken to his bed. A pang of jealousy flared when he considered where she’d gotten her experience but moments later all such thoughts vanished from his mind. He groaned as she added her tongue and gave in to the urge to thrust upwards into the hot sucking cavern of her mouth.
“Buffy, yes,” he breathed as she began to hum and sucked him faster. She ran her nails over his stomach and teasingly around his balls. She cupped, rolled and squeezed them in a swift vise. She released his cock from her mouth and ignored his sounds of protest. However, as she slid up his body and pressed her hips over his, his head jerked up in alarm. “Buffy, I told you we can’t--”
“Sssssh. I know. Relax. Trust me.” She pressed his cock so that it lay flat along his abdomen and then carefully lined her slit along its length. Giles watched, astonished, as she began rubbing her labia back and forth along the throbbing cock underneath her.
This felt so right and…safe. It was an odd word to describe this but there it was. There was no fear that he would hurt her or bring her pain. She had no thoughts of anyone walking in and catching the two of them and that had been part of the attraction of sex with Spike.
All of her times with the peroxide jerk, in the back of her mind had been the hope that her friends would catch them in the act. That their interference would put an end to what she couldn’t stop herself. With Giles--no, Rupert--she had no wish, no desire that this should end.
This was what she wanted. This was love.
Buffy planted her hands on his chest, plucking at the hairs. He gasped each time she did so and she could tell he didn’t mind the pinching sensation. She thrust her hips faster, throwing back her head, as the tugging motion brought her clit repeatedly in contact with his member. It wasn’t where she wanted it: she longed to have him deep inside her, fierce and possessive like in her dreams, but for the moment this would have to do. Her cunt was steadily leaking juices and the slickness made movement easier. He grabbed her hips and jerked her over his length, the friction wringing loud shouts from the two lovers.
She reached back and squeezed his balls again and felt them contract. Her experiences with Spike told her what would happen next. “Buffy!” She looked down in time to see him cum all over his stomach. The sight of his pleasure was more than enough to set her off. She wailed as her orgasm swept through her for a second time and she added her flow to his.
She swayed over him, her breath rasping in the air. Then she leaned down and kissed him hard. Drawing back she whispered, “Rupert, I love you. I love you.”
“I love you, Buffy.” There was a long silence as they caressed each other leisurely. There was no attempt to rekindle anything; they were simply content to explore each other’s bodies. Finally, Giles wriggled. “Dearest, you’ll have to get off now. I need to wash off the, um…”
“Stickiness? Yeah, I’m getting that.” She sat upright on him and he saw the gleam of their combined juices on her stomach. His cock twitched at the sight and she grinned at the renewed interest she could feel under her thighs. “Hey, Rupert. I just got an idea.”
He gazed at her with a certain amount of apprehension. Her heavy-lidded stare suggested she was still in the mood for another round but he was already starting to feel fatigued. Slayer stamina. I don’t think my heart can stand it. “Buffy, please. Have mercy on an old man.”
She snorted in amusement. “You don’t fool me, Rupert Giles. You’re a lot tougher than anybody gives you credit for and you’re not old. I’ll allow you a little recovery time but I think you’ll like what I’ve got in mind.”
“And that is?”
She settled back, paying no attention to the increasing movement from the flesh under the jointure of her legs. “When you said you had no condoms, were you worried about diseases--or just pregnancy?”
He could feel himself coloring again and inwardly cursed when she smirked at the reaction. C’mon, Rupes, after what you just did, you can stand a little frank discussion, can’t ya? “Well, I-I know I’m clean and if you haven’t been with anyone except two vampires a-and Riley--”
“Let’s not forget Parker and, before you ask, I used condoms with both my human boyfriends.”
He cleared his throat and continued, “Then, to answer your question, my main concern is pregnancy.”
She bent over him and looked him steadily in the eye. “Well then, it doesn’t have to be the front end, does it?”
His heart sped up again as his mind whirled. Does she…could she possibly mean…I thought most women didn’t care for…Good Lord.
Buffy had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. Giles was so red in the face she thought he was going to explode. She lifted herself off his prone body and tugged one of his hands. “Rupert, you blush more than a girl. Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before?”
He cleared his throat noisily. “A-as a matter of fact I have, but usually the women had to be greatly persuaded and none of them ever…”
His voice died away as she lifted one eyebrow. “The woman never suggested it. Well, today’s your lucky day! Now I believe we have a little bathing to do.” She pulled him firmly in the direction of the bathroom. She paused when she realized that he wasn’t moving. “What?”
“Buffy, the same problem remains. I’ve no proper supplies. Without lubrication of some kind, it would be quite painful.”
She resumed propelling him towards the bathroom. “Duh! Why do you think we need to get into the shower?”
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The last of the ice had disappeared as he drew her naked body into the shower with him. He fiddled with the faucets until the water pouring from the showerhead was a delicious warm temperature. Then he drew the blonde woman against his body as he bent to kiss her.
She was considerably shorter than he was but she didn’t mind as she stood up on her toes to kiss him again. He was such a great kisser. He took his time, which no one had done since Angel. And Angel had always held back after his Angelus stint as if he were afraid even a kiss would be enough to unleash the demon. It had been a real downer after a while.
But Giles kissed as if he meant it, as if the kiss were everything, not just a lead-in to the sex. He pushed her forward slowly until he could reach the fixtures; she didn’t even notice the first drops of water falling onto her head.
She was aroused again. The rigid tips of her breasts were stabbing into his chest and he gripped her ass in both hands, lifting her up and down so the tiny peaks dragged against his skin. Buffy sighed at the sensation and draped one leg around his waist in an effort to force his body more tightly against hers.
He growled softly as his erection was pinned between their bodies. The pressure was good, not quite painful, just enough of a hint of things to come. One large hand swept down her spine as he caressed the satiny skin in widening circles. Buffy gasped as one finger began pushing between her asscheeks.
Giles kept kissing her, winding his way down her chin and across her neck. His teeth brushed Angel’s mark and he felt her body quiver. He’d read in the Watcher’s diaries what vampire bites did for their victims and he decided to test it. He nibbled on it and her hands grabbed his shoulders hard. When he bit down, she mewled like a cat as her hips bucked sharply.
Hmmm. Something to come back to later, then. Abandoning the scar, his tongue came out and began sinuous licks over her collarbone down to one taut nipple. He sucked on it, licking the water bathing her skin.
Buffy panted and clutched Giles’s head to her. “Mmm, Giles,” she moaned. “That’s so good. Damn, don’t stop.” When he sucked harder, she grabbed the hand not busy with her ass and brought it to her neglected breast. He smiled around the flesh being drawn into his mouth and took the hint. He rolled the other nipple between his fingers and tugged it teasingly. He pinched it, digging in his nails slightly. Buffy shouted and her legs parted, trembling with the strain.
So she liked the roughness, did she?
Of course she does. Remember the dream, mate?
His other hand had been busily exploring her ass. He’d been cupping the rounded flesh and bringing his fingers closer to the hidden anus with every stroke. She was almost ready for him; he could sense it. But he wanted to keep her hovering on the edge until he was certain there would be no pain.
Giles pulled away from her breasts with regret, ignoring the impatient whine that greeted his withdrawal. He turned her around but Buffy wasn’t ready to let him go yet. Her back to his front, she wound one of her arms around his neck and pulled his lips forward over her shoulder for a searing kiss. She wriggled her ass against his erection and leaned forward so her hands were resting against the tiles.
The man paused for a moment to appreciate the sight before him. The warm water was cascading down her back and over those lovely buttocks. A thin stream ran between the crack and dribbled onto the surface below. It was almost as if she was peeing and the memory of certain water sports from his youth rose up to tease him briefly.
“Uh, Giles? Still back there? You didn’t fall asleep, did you?” He could hear the smirk in her voice and decided to teach the little missy a lesson. She was going to get a taste of what the Ripper was capable of.
He grabbed her hips and yanked her buttocks against his erection. He rubbed her ass slowly along the firm length, letting her get a feel of what was coming. When he laid his chest against her back, he sensed rather than heard her gasp as his cock slipped between her legs.
Oh, but he was just getting started. He began drawing his cock steadily, without hurrying, between her legs, letting every inch of it press against her moist slit. Reciprocating the actions in the bedroom, Giles made sure his cockhead brushed against her clit with each pass, causing her to moan loudly. Soon her hips were thrusting along with his, matching his movement, as she sought to keep the sensitive nub in constant contact with his shaft.
“Rupert…please. It’s…I want more. Please.” She panted and cried out with dissatisfaction. She wanted him inside her; this teasing wasn’t enough. Trying to speed up the game, she began clenching her legs together every time he drew away from her, hoping the squeezing pressure would make him take the hint.
Goddamn! He gritted his teeth as her moistness drew at him. If she kept this up, he wouldn’t last another minute. He stopped a moment, trying to get himself under control, as she wriggled her ass in that disturbing way. He brought up a wet hand and began pressing a long finger into her anus.
She stilled and he continued the gradual intrusion, pausing to make certain she felt no pain. One finger pumped slowly and was replaced by two. Her clit was pinched and rubbed between the fingers of his other hand; he alternated that with sinking his other fingers into her waiting pussy. Her labia fluttered around them and clamped down hard under his practiced attentions.
She was twisting her hips madly when three fingers were placed within her virginal anus. He continued the onslaught for another endless minute while her protests bounced off the walls. When the fingers were withdrawn, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Rupert! That’s so…more, I want more! You have to give it to me! Please, I need you!” Buffy was ready to pounce on him if he didn’t give her what she wanted RIGHT NOW. She opened her mouth to protest again when she felt the tip of his cock push forward into her ass.
He was being so gentle and the continued feel of his fingers on her clit distracted her from any pain there might have been. The invasion of her anus was--odd. It didn’t hurt exactly; it was only pressure coming from a different place than she was used to. Then he leaned forward and the cock inside her shifted and--oh.
Her mouth opened silently, as the pressure seemed to rub a mysterious pleasure spot within her. She moaned and forced her hips downward onto the fingers pinching and pulling at the small target. Her clit was being touched and that was…good.
“Rupert, more. Just…more, there. Harder, please. HARDER.” She was starting to babble just like in her dream and she didn’t care. Whatever he was doing, she just wanted more RIGHT NOW!
The Slayer was demanding, even in sex, but Giles would proceed at his own pace. He whispered silkily in her ear. “Take it easy, love. I want this to last.” He grinned as he heard her answering disappointed whimper.
He withdrew in one long pull until only the head remained in her. When she tried to push back, he slammed into her. “Rupert!” He withdrew again; this time the return stroke came a little faster. Buffy sighed in approval as her hips rocked forward at the forceful re-entry.
Now the man with her was determined to show her what he could do. Long strokes were alternated with short ones. He rotated his hips slightly and she squealed as that mysterious place inside her was being rubbed along with every other spot in her passage. One hand caressed her heaving stomach and cupped her breasts, one after the other, circling and tweaking the pointed tips.
“Yes, Rupert! Yes, more! Harder, I want it harder, faster! More! More!”
Give it to her, Rupes. You heard her, this is how she wants it; she can take it. Oooh yeah, baby, squeeze me again, just like that. Such a sweet little arse she’s got. So hot and tight. He never took her there, I can tell. Just us. Mark her, brand her, mate. Show her who’s boss here.
Heeding that passionate inner voice, Rupert bent forward over her, letting her small body take all his weight. She was strong; she didn’t sag under the increased pressure and he let himself go, thrusting hard into her ass. Her shrill cries were mingling with his deeper ones as she met his jabs with insistent squeezings of her own.
“Uh, that’s it. You can take it. You feel so good to me, Buffy. So tight. Bloody hell, baby.” A touch of the coarse lower-class accent he’d had in his youth returned.
Hearing that rough inflection caused Buffy to go wild. She flung her head back and ground her body against his with abandon. Giving herself up to the pleasure shooting through her body with each thrust, she bent her body in a bow and clutched her ass around his shaft with all her strength. “Giles! RUPERT!”
“BUUUFFFFY!!” He lunged forward over her and without thinking, sank his teeth into the mark on the right side of her neck. Buffy screamed and came, her ass spasming all around him as an electric shock seemed to pierce her. For a moment, she completely forgot where she was as the world around her disappeared.
Giles experienced the same oblivion as he felt the small frame sagging in his grip, the warm water still pounding down around them. He couldn’t sense his own body at all; all he knew was the wildly beating heart slamming against his chest and the sensation of her body in his arms.
Gradually, he returned to some sense of their situation as his softening cock fell out of her. He heard her give a soft sigh of loss as they parted from each other. Then she straightened and turned around, grabbing his face to her for a sweet kiss.
As their lips parted, he murmured, “Good?”
She giggled foolishly. “Are you joking? That was better than good. That was better than…pancakes!”
He blinked at her and then they both laughed like crazy as the water continued to run.

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