Finding Strength

Please see disclaimers in Chapter 1

This Chapter rating changes to NC17 (I know…finally!) J

Chapter 9

Giles carried her into the bathroom and climbed into the bathtub. They both stood there fully clothed. He took off both of their shoes, then, smiling at her, shielded her from the shower stream when he turned it on until he found a proper temperature, and then placed them both under it’s flow. They washed the sand off of each other’s clothing. Buffy reached up and began to unbutton Giles’ shirt. Then she pulled it off of him and threw it on the bathroom floor from behind the shower curtain. She stood mesmerized for a moment, taking in his strong chest. Tentatitively, she reached up and ran her fingers through his curly chest hair. Giles closed his eyes and leaned his head back at her featherlike touch.

Buffy ran her palms up and down his chest, and around his hardening nipples. He gasped when she ran her fingertips over their turgid tips. His hands had been resting on her hips, but at her touch he moaned and pulled her tightly against him. She wrapped her arms around him then, holding him close. She couldn’t get enough of being held in his strong arms. “Giles, you make me feel so safe.” He looked down into her face and smiled, running his hand through her wet hair. “Let’s get out of these wet clothes.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Yes, let’s.”

Giles ran his hands up her back, underneath her black sweatshirt. Her skin was so soft, and he could feel every bone beneath the surface. If not for her slayer strength, he feared he could break her with his passion. She was shivering from his touch. He was surprised when his hands crept up further, and found that she wore no bra. He raised an eyebrow at her, but her eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of his fingers on her skin. He smiled to himself, and then carefully lifted the sweatshirt off of her, adding it to his shirt on the floor.

He gazed at her, his eyes roaming over her naked chest, causing Buffy’s temperature to rise. Then he repeated her actions from earlier, running his palms over her skin, then circling her hardening nipples. As she gasped in ecstasy, he bent his head down and took her left nipple into his hot mouth. She gripped his head to her tightly, then he moved to the other nipple, circling it with his tongue.

“Giles…Oh..Giles…I…”

He looked up at her, his tongue stilled, but stayed on her nipple.

“My knees are getting all wobbly again.” She smiled down at him. He stood up and abruptly turned the now cooling water off. Then he just stood there, as if wondering what he should do next. Buffy stepped towards him, still in the tub, and began to unzip his jeans. She pulled them down, along with his boxers. He frantically kicked them off as they bunched at his ankles, causing Buffy to giggle again. Giles giggled softly too, and then placed his hands on her hips. He breathed in deeply. He had waited so long for this moment, to undress his Buffy. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as she turned her trusting gaze on to him. Slowly he peeled the wet sweat pants off of her, followed by her pink panties. He bent down before her to remove the clothes from around and off her feet, Buffy balancing her hands on his back. As he was bent over, she saw the scars on his back, and tears began to flow behind her eyes.

Giles stood, and was surprised to see the sadness on her face. “Buffy? What is it?” She turned him around so she could face his back. He bent his head in understanding as she began to trace his scars with her fingers. “You got these because of me,” she sobbed.

Giles didn’t say anything for a moment. At first he was afraid she’d take one look at his scarred body, and change her mind about being with him. But now he knew that wasn’t the case. “Buffy, I’d lay down my life for you. My love for you is so great. Let’s not focus on the past now, but only the now, and the present. Let me show you how much I love you?” He didn’t turn, but waited for her to make the next move. She stopped tracing the scars, and hugged him to her. He could feel her tears on his back. Then she began to kiss each and every scar. Her hands were still around his middle, and he gripped them there tightly.

“Now my knees are getting weak,” he said, his voice husky with emotion. He felt her chuckle behind him, and he finally turned around to face her again. He looked down on her adoringly, then captured her mouth into a fevered kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he reached down and picked her up, cradling her to his chest. He took her out of the tub and set her down gently, breaking the kiss to grab for the towel that hung on a hook behind the door. “Let me take care of you, Buffy.” He began to rub her down with the towel, drying the excess water off of her. “Always,” she whispered.

“I’m never leaving you again, Buffy. Please, forgive me..” tears were slowly tracking down his face. She placed her fingers under his chin and looked into his eyes. “There is nothing to forgive you for, Giles. We are forgetting the past, remember?” Then she kissed him gently on the lips. He began to deepen the kiss, and they explored each other’s mouths for quite sometime. Then Buffy took the towel from his hands, and began to dry off his body. She worshiped his strong arms and thighs, his comforting chest, his long and lean calves, and his tight rear. He was hard before her now, and when she rubbed the towel over him, he bucked into her hands, moaning. She smiled wickedly at him, and then threw the towel onto the floor by their wet clothes, still kneeling before him.

She placed her hands on his rear, and opened her mouth around his tip, taking him in to her. She marveled at the taste of him, and the texture of his silken skin. He moaned, and his breath now came out in rapid gusts. “Buffy…luv..oh…uh..” He was afraid he was going to embarrass himself, and end this all too soon. He wanted to worship her. He reached down and pulled her up, crushing her again to his chest. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles bunching beneath her fingers. “I love you, Giles. I was scared to tell you before, but now, I can’t tell you enough. I love you, Giles.”

“I know you do, Buffy, and I love you too.” He picked her up again, and carried her to the mattress, placing her gently in the center. Then he crawled slowly up her body, and kissed her again.

They kissed forever. Buffy couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be kissed by him. She thought she could just kiss him for eternity. And then she lost all coherent thought as his fingers roamed over her, and into her. She had never been more ready then she was at this moment.

He broke the kiss, trailing his tongue down her neck. “Where do you want me?” His fingers moved in and out of her as he asked, and she had no breath to reply. “What???” she finally managed.

His lips and mouth were now worshipping her breasts again. “Giles….I want you in me..now….please….now..” She moaned and spread her legs wider, pressing her hands down on his ass, urging him inside of her.

He placed his forehead against hers, and slowly pressed himself into her. She writhed up to meet him, taking him in deeply. Never had it been like this before, for either of them. They were each part of a whole now, complete for the first time. Slowly he began to move, thrusting into her deeper and deeper with each movement. She wrapped her legs around him, screaming his name. “Giiiiles…Giillles” then her orgasm shook her. He felt her muscles clench all around him, and then he too let go, spent inside of her.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Hours later, Giles felt a chill on his backside. He was lying on top of her, his face cushioned on her stomach. He could tell by her slow and rhythmic breathing that she was still asleep. He looked at her, taking in every inch of her while she slept. He couldn’t believe he was here with her. He never thought it would ever happen. He knew he didn’t deserve her, and he would never ever let her go again.

“Giles?”

He looked back up at her face. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” She smiled at him, and opened up her arms. “Take care of me again?” She quirked an eyebrow at him, and he laughed out loud. Slowly he told her with his body what his heart felt.

Afterwards, he pulled the blankets up around them. This time she was lying in his arms, pillowed on his chest. She loved to listen to the beating of his heart, and his blood pumping through his veins. She twirled his chest hair contentedly in her fingers. Both were on the edge of sleep as she said, “I wish we could stay here forever like this, and never return home.”

He tightened his arms around her. “Buffy, you are my home.”

TBC