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Extensive Research	By : Ayrton Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 5585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Giles smelled his chance when Buffy announced that she and Dawn would spent some quality time together; they would go shopping.

Giles had asked Willow if she could assemble and activate his Slayer's alter ego: Buffybot. The Watcher knew that Buffy would rather have it destroyed, but he wanted to study the device. They might be able to use it to their advantage in their fight against this all powerful enemy Glorificus. If Buffybot was convincing enough they could use her to trick Glory. Maybe they could even make a Dawn robot to lure Glory into going after the wrong key.

The Watcher had arranged to meet the wicca after closing time when Buffy was still on the town with her sister, so she would not accidentally turn up at the Magic Box. When he entered the training room at the back of the shop he was a bit disappointed that the young wicca still hadn't come. But Willow had apparently sneaked in while he was busy with customers because she had obviously gotten around to retrieving Buffybot from the closet where Buffy had stowed her away. The robot sat in the middle of the exercise room, stock still, like a statue; de-activated. Giles decided to wait a few minutes before calling to find out when Willow would return. He went over to the sofa and sat down facing the robot.

It was a true masterpiece. He really couldn't tell the difference between this sophisticated piece of machinery and the original. He startled out of his admiration when the robot suddenly opened its eyes and looked straight at him.

"Hi, Giles!" it said.

Giles smiled back, pleasantly surprised. Good old Willow. She had already done the job. He could always rely on her.

"Didn't Willow stay?"

"No, she and Tara are researching a spell." The robot said cheerful.

"Well, I'm glad she managed to get you started. ..and she even repaired a glitch it seems."

Buffy looked at him puzzled. She had been trying out this new trance thing Willow and Tara had taught her and had been deep inside herself when Giles had entered. On an subconscious level she had been aware of him but hadn't broken off her meditation. It had taken her long enough to reach this level of concentration and inner peace. She was still a bit groggy from it and hadn't a clue what he was talking about.

"What glitch?"

"You used to call me Geils. ", he explained and continued annoyed, "Stupid Spike didn't bother to program my name right into your...". He wasn't sure what to call it. "...brain?"

Buffy understood right away. Giles had shown a special interest in her alter ego from their very first encounter. He had constantly been staring at her, much to Buffy's annoyance and now he had asked Willow to activate the robot. Without telling his Slayer! What he hadn't counted on was finding the real Buffy here. Dawn had developed a headache and they had to cancel their shopping spree.

Buffy was about to explain Giles' mistake when she suddenly got a wicked thought. She was actually a little hurt that he had deceived her in this way and decided he needed to be taught a lesson.

"Yes." she said cheerful and said his name as if she had practiced it recently to get it right. "Giles. Giles. Giles. Giles."

She smiled proudly at him, hiding her inside pleasure on the prank she would play on him.

"Did Willow do any other repairs on you?" he asked and rose to move closer to her, a scrutinizing look on his face.

Buffy felt distinctly uncomfortable under his gaze. Giles would never look that way at the real Buffy. She tried not to blink or shift. It would give her away. Robots didn't become nervous from a look. Robots didn't become nervous. Period.

She met his gaze with Buffybot's carefree artificial smile and watched as he moved to sit on his heels in front of her, eye level with the robot. The sudden closeness startled Buffy. She tried to keep her voice light hearted and business-like when she answered his question.

"I don't know what Willow repaired. One minute I was saving your life from one of Glory's minions and the next I am her in the exercise room with Willow."

"Good, good."

He couldn't resist the urge to lean forward to study her features more careful. The fact that the being in front of him showed no reaction whatsoever when he leaned closer, gave him the courage to blatantly study the familiar face up close. He wouldn't dream of subjecting his Slayer to such an insolent breach of her privacy. He had also refrained from studying Buffybot in the presence of its original. It felt unseemly and extremely inappropriate, but now that he was awarded a good look at the robot, he marveled at the ingenuity of the work.

The brown eyes were gleaming and full of life, amazingly. Her skin actually glistened a bit and the designer had even worked in some flaws to make her more real. Giles noticed some vague freckles on the cheeks and there was the hint of a scar on her forehead, a slightly different shade than her skin, but accurately there.

Giles winced when he remembered how she'd gotten that scar. It was when he had drugged Buffy so she would lose her powers temporarily to prepare her for the Council's test. She'd fought Kralick and won, but she had not come out of battle undamaged, neither mentally nor physically. That scar told Giles never to betray her trust again and here he was, going behind her back, studying her alter ego.

His hand went up to touch the irregular pinkish line on her forehead and Buffybot pulled away slightly. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he'd forgotten that, although she was robot, she could react very life-like.

"May I ?"

She gave him permission with a nod.

Buffy felt suddenly very strange. Giles usually didn't cross the boundaries of her personal space so easily. She felt a tingle in her belly when his cool fingers touched her skin. Other senses were also instantly activated by the sudden intimacy between them. She smelled his musky scent combined with a whiff of aftershave and she was drawn into his lovely, kind green eyes, now full of eagerness to learn about this amazing device. And then she saw that spark of grief in his eyes as his finger traced the scar that was a constant reminder of the fact that they were almost driven apart forever.

Buffy's mischievously meant prank was rapidly turning into something quite different. Giles showed feelings in front of the robot she had never been awarded and she wasn't sure if she wanted to see them. It scared her and moved her at the same time. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that this was wrong. She shouldn't be deceiving Giles in this way.

"You like?" she said, hoping to be able to lighten things up so she could start thinking about a way out of this without him being suspicious. He had no idea what this closeness was doing to her and to keep him oblivious she had to act before he would notice her uneasiness. He made her feel dizzy and she felt a warmth going through her whole body driving home to her loins. She was almost certain that he would notice her perspiring.

"Mmmmh?"

"Am I a spitting image?"

Luckily he broke off his close observation, rose and helped her up.

"Well, your appearance seems to be an exact copy, but I would also like to learn about your fighting skills and your factual knowledge on the subject of Buffy Summers."

"Fighting skills?"

He nodded and was completely taken by surprise when she tackled him, threw him over her shoulder and made him land hard on his back on the mat. Before he could crawl back to his feet she had straddled him and leaned over him, pinning his arms on the floor above his head.

"Like that?"

It always felt good when she could impress him with her Slayer strength. She loved to exert her physical superiority over men and because Giles was pretty much the only living man she was allowed to show that power on occasion, she savioured it every time. He always looked so helpless and bewildered when she surprised him with it. She knew her Watcher was very proud of her fighting skills. He was less happy with the fact that he was always at the receiving end when they worked out.

"Yes, well, ...I'm sure Spike would have built that in. He likes to fight."

"Spike didn't built me for my fighting skills." Buffy said, releasing his arms. She settled back on his lap, drew her knees closer around his hips and looked up into his eyes provocatively.

"No, no I suppose he didn't." Giles felt his anger boiling up at the thought why Spike had built the robot. Bloody pervert!

"Do you want to test this other skill too?" Buffy asked innocently and was awarded a startled, wide-eyed look from the man beneath her.

When she realized that he actually hesitated to answer that question she searched his eyes and for the first time in all their years together she saw a longing in them.

A need.

And that's when it struck her light a bolt of lightening.

He was actually considering her proposition.

He wanted her.

Had he been having fuzzy feelings for her too?

Right from the very start Buffy had fantasized about her watcher on and off. Fantasies about the man beneath all those layers of tweed. Especially after the mind reading experience when she'd caught her mom's thoughts about Giles being a stevedore during sex (she'd actually looked the word up but that had left her none the wiser).

She had never allowed herself to reveal these small indulgences to anyone let alone act upon them. It would endanger their friendship not to mention their working relationship and would turn their whole world upside down in a time when the fate of mankind depended on them.

But now she suddenly found herself in a position where she could actually act upon her feelings, without ever having to deal with the consequences. She was Buffybot; designed to please. He need never know that he was dealing with the real thing.

She straightened herself a bit, resolved to let this go wherever it would take her.

She repeated the question but it only made him blush. Not so much because of the implication of her words but more because of the fact that her wriggling made it impossible for him to keep his body from stating the bleeding obvious. He had started to erect and he was sure by now she could feel his hardness pressing against her.

She did.

She smiled and now it was her turn to hit him with a scrutinizing look.

"Do you want me the way Spike wants me?"

She couldn't believe she'd actually asked him that. This was Giles! Her Watcher! Her friend and mentor! What was she thinking?

Please let him say yes!

She could keep this up and he need never know the truth. They could both indulge in their fantasy without any repercussions. No awkward morning after. No claims. No bonds. No ties. No love. No regrets. Just plain, simple, mindless sex with the man who had intrigued her throughout high school and had always been unattainable.

His voice was hoarse when he answered and not at all firm.

"That would be wrong."

She nodded knowingly and smiled again.

"That would be very wrong...if I were Buffy."

They were both nodding now and felt the tension building up between them. Their eyes were locked in a silent understanding. This was going to happen and they both knew it. There was no stopping it now.

"But I'm not Buffy..."

They were both shaking their heads now in agreement.

"Giles, do you want me?" she sounded so serious that she was sure she had given herself away in that moment were it not that Giles seemed to have lost his capacity for rational. The bulge in his trousers was all the answer she needed but she wanted to hear him say it. She craved confirmation of the fact that he too had been suppressing the urge to explore his feelings about her all these years. That he too would fantasise sometimes on how it would be if they were together.

"Buffy...bot..., it would be wrong." His voice sounded feeble and his eyes contradicted what he'd just said. He wanted her, if only he would say it. "Very, very wrong..."

"Maybe, " she said, "...but it would also be very exciting."

She was sure that any moment now he would see right through her and expose her as the real Buffy. He gave her a long heated look that raised both their body temperatures by several degrees and said when she expected a scolding:

"VERY exciting..."

He tore his eyes away from hers and his gaze wandered to her lips. That was her cue. She lowered her head and kissed him lightly. That simple kiss sent a jolt of passion through her body. She felt all her self-control slip away and when she kissed him the second time, she virtually attacked him with her mouth.

With slayer strength she embraced him and ground herself to his body, lips moving almost painfully hard against his, tongue demanding entrance and getting it. His hands were all over her and he bucked into her pelvis. Her left hand wandered along his body to his groin where she grabbed the throbbing bulge without any warning. His moan was muffled by her lips and she kissed it away. She felt his tongue entering her mouth, tangling with hers, thrusting in further in search for more Buffy.

They both felt like they would explode if they wouldn't do something about that right away. Buffy's hand left his aching hardness in search for his belt buckle and she ripped his trousers open, destroying the button and zipper in the process. A shocked scream was smothered in her mouth when the shear violence with which she ripped open his shirt took him by surprise.

She helped him to take off her tank top and bra -which he did not bother to unfasten properly- shivering when his mouth found new grounds to explore; a hardened nipple on her left breast. His hands were working on the zipper of her skirt, while hers were tugging wildly at his hair when his tongue began to circle the other nipple. Because she was already riding him with rhythmic movements it was a complicated task to get her out of her skirt but he managed, rolling her over in the process.

For the first time she felt the wonderful pressure of his body on hers and she reveled in it. Her hands found his butt and she drew him even closer to her groin, devouring his mouth into another hungry tongue-tangling kiss. His left hand was wandering downward and slid inside her panties, fingers finding their way along her crease down to the hot wetness, where they easily found entrance. The feeling of his fingers sliding inside her almost made her come, but she willed the pleasant wave of convulsions away. Everything was going way too fast.

"Giles, I need you inside me." she managed to say, panting heavily. "Now!"

He needed no second invitation and lifted himself off her a bit to shove down his trousers just far enough to set free his throbbing erection. His fingers worked her panties out of the way and then he entered her with one fast unceremonious thrust.

She screamed.

Not so much from pain but more from the pleasure of finally living her fantasy and feeling her Watcher inside her. Her tight folds enclosed his pulsing flesh and she could feel every single throb and stir as he started pumping.

When he had entered her, Buffy had almost lost it and had to use all of her self-control again to suppress the pleasant spasm of the upcoming orgasm because she didn't want it to end that quickly. She managed to hold out a little longer.

Just a little though.

Her hands were on his bare ass now and she directed their pace, which was way too fast for Giles to be able to achieve some sort of control over his body. She felt his thrusts become more urgent and deeper.

When she felt that he, too was getting close, she relinquished control and gave in to the all-consuming waves that invaded each and every cell of her body and made her scream out in delight.

He let out a single guttural sound that came from deep inside his throat just before he fell forward in a spasm, slumped over the tiny body beneath him.

Spent.

It took a few seconds before he realized that he was leaning heavily on her. He was too much of a gentleman not to be considering the well-being of the woman he had just had sex with. And although his mind kept telling him that this was a robot, his body was in denial. She felt so real, this felt so real.

Good Lord, although this was probably his shortest shag since adolescence, it felt so very, very good. He was a bit ashamed that he had not been able to control himself and had unselfishly humped her like Ripper would have done, but he could say in his defense that Buffybot hadn't really been the 'slow-savour-the-moment-lover' either.

He looked into the robot's eyes; pupils perfectly dilated, beautiful brown eyes looking lovingly up at him. She was smiling. She wiped away a perspiration drop from his temple and drew him down into another kiss. A tender one this time. He tasted her lips that felt so soft and alive against his own. He entered the hot wetness of her mouth with his tongue in a long and breathtakingly slow kiss.

When he came up for air, her tongue traced the outline of his mouth and she bit his lower lip. Her hands had found his ass again and she arched up while pulling up her legs once more. To his own surprise he started to swell again, while still inside her. He started moving slowly, working up a new erection and she smiled at the thought they would be able to repeat the wonderful exercise. And take it slow this time.

She helped him on the way by touching her breast, pinching the nipples and letting out small moaning noises as she felt him steadily growing inside her. While he watched her touching herself, she saw the passion ignite once again in those insolently staring eyes.

He leaned forward to kiss her but stopped short just an inch from her lovely lips and began to tease her with the tip of his tongue, licking her lips, inviting her tongue to come out and play.

And boy, did she want to play!
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