Title:
Death and All His Friends
Author: Froxyn
Rating:
FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline:
Post-series. Immediately
following Violet
Hill.
Synopsis:
Buffy wants to completely close a chapter of Giles’ past. Will her efforts be successful?
Author’s Note:
Album fic.
Song and lyrics can be found here.
Giles
smiled brightly, huddled under a shopfront awning as the English rain poured from the grey sky. Buffy looked up at him, laughing as she wiped
the rain from his face.
“You’re
drenched…and you’re smiling like a loon.”
“I’m
getting married.” He stated
matter-of-factly, tracing his thumb over her still kiss-swollen lips. “I seriously doubt that anything could wipe
the smile off my face right now.”
She kissed
the pad of his thumb and slid her arms around his waist. “Are you still going to take me up there?”
He glanced
down the street and licked his lips. “If you’re sure. I…we
don’t have to. I have no issues with
taking you up, but…”
“Will you
make love with me up there?” She asked
softly, interrupting his ramble.
His eyes
met hers quickly before looking around to see if anyone had overheard her. It seemed as though no one had. He coughed lightly as the fingers of her
right hand slid into the back pocket of his jeans.
Suddenly,
he was very glad that she was positioned in front of him. He was barely able to stifle his groan as he
felt himself begin to respond to her gentle touches.
“Not
here.” He whispered gruffly.
She leaned
up, placed a warm kiss on his jaw before whispering in his ear. “Then you’d better get me somewhere fast…”
He stared
at her, his jaw clenching and releasing as he saw the desire burning in her
eyes. Without another word, he grabbed
her hand and quickly made his way along the sidewalk, not worried in the least
about the downpour or the fact that neither of them had an umbrella.
* * *
Giles
opened the door that led from the stairwell to the roof and stepped outside,
pulling Buffy with him. The rain had let
up slightly, but hadn’t stopped completely.
Large raindrops pelted the rooftop as he closed the door and pushed her
against it.
She moaned
as his mouth latched onto the side of her neck, her fingers pulling his shirt
up and out of it’s tucked position. “Here?”
Reaching
between their bodies, his fingers quickly found the button on her jeans and
pulled it free as he lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Wherever. I picked this spot simply because there’s a
bit of shelter from the rain…but, the entire rooftop is yours, Buffy…”
She
shivered as he slipped his hand into her jeans and under the silk underwear she
was wearing. “Where…oh, God…where…where
did you fuck him?”
“Different
places…” He murmured, sliding his
fingers through her wet folds as she spread her legs. “Dear God, Buffy…”
She
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as he used his free hand to work her jeans
over her hips and down her thighs.
“You…really need to be inside of me…”
“Soon…” He grinned as he lowered himself to his knees
in front of her.
Before she
had a chance to say anything else, he spread her lower lips with his
thumbs. He looked up at her as he
dragged his tongue through her folds before pulling her swollen clitoris into
his mouth.
“Oh,
fuck…” Buffy groaned, gripping his
shoulders for support.
He smiled
inwardly, not concerned about the bruises that she was surely leaving through
his jacket and shirt, and slipped the middle finger of his right hand into
her. He was rewarded with a low moan and
a buck of her hips as she moved her right hand to the back of his head.
“Giles…oh,
God…Giles…”
When she
felt wetness under her feet, she looked down...startled, and even more aroused,
to realize that he had removed her sandals, jeans, and underwear without her
knowledge. His eyes held his loving
smile as he gently nibbled on her clit, bringing her to orgasm almost
immediately.
She was
still trembling when he stood, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to
free his erection. He lifted her easily,
groaning pleasurably as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I love
you.” He whispered, pushing his hips
forward and easing his thick cock into her.
“Love
you…oh fuck, Giles…love you too!” She
cried out, scratching her nails along the nape of his neck as he started to
move against her.
He timed
his thrusts with the rhythm of the rain hitting the tin ledge above their
heads, knowing that he’d forever associate rain with sex with Buffy from this
moment on. His hands squeezed her hips
as she let her head fall back against the door behind her.
“Buffy…”
“Close…so
close…” She whimpered, feeling his cock
thicken within her.
“Fucking
hell…” He muttered,
closing his eyes as her muscles started to contract around him. “Christ…fuck yes!”
Within
seconds she was screaming his name as she came…and he was flooding her inner
walls. Her legs loosened their grip, but
he didn’t let her go. Instead he leaned
forward, pinning her body between his and the door.
“My
God…” He whispered, moving his left hand
to the side of her face as he gazed into her eyes. “Are you alright?”
“Uh-huh…so alright. You?”
He nodded
slowly, brushing his lips across hers. “Mm-hm.”
Carefully,
he pulled out of her and kissed her again as he lowered her feet to the
floor. He broke the kiss reluctantly,
kneeling in front of her again.
“Giles?”
“Shh.” He whispered,
retrieving her discarded clothing that he had made sure to place out of the way of the rain. “I’m…very tempted to make you come again with
my mouth…right now.”
She
shivered and ran her trembling fingers down the side of his face. He turned his head slightly and pressed his
lips to her fingers as he slowly slid her underwear back up her legs.
“But, it’s cold…and we should probably get home.” He glanced up at the darkening sky. “It won’t be long before the sun is
completely down.”
She nodded
and lifted her left, then her right, foot…allowing him to redress her before he
stood in front of her. He offered her a
warm smile as he pulled his jeans up, refastening them as he leaned forward and
kissed her softly.
“Show me?”
He raised
an eyebrow in a silent request for her to clarify her question. She ran her fingers through his rain-soaked,
mussed hair and gazed into his eyes.
“Where you
were when you decided to go back to the Council…”
“Oh.” He whispered, clearing his throat as he
looked around. “Um…over
there.”
She slipped
her hand into his and squeezed his fingers lightly as she took a step
forward. “Take me…”
He gave her
a gentle nod and then led her to the edge of the rooftop. He peered over the small retaining wall and
looked towards his left.
“I was
standing here.” He pointed at the road
with his left hand. “She, uh…she was
down there. The vampire pulled her into
that alley.”
“And you
ran down and saved the day.” She
whispered, moving in front of him and leaning back against his chest as he slid
his arms around her. “Following
death and all that.”
“Mm.” He murmured, looking upwards as the rain
finally stopped. “So
many years ago…such a different time.”
“Yeah,
but…we still kinda follow death around.”
“True, but
it’s not something I want to do.
I don’t want to follow death and all his friends…”
“No?” She asked, running her fingers along his
forearms.
He shook
his head and placed a kiss in her wet hair.
“No. But, I know it’s something
that we still have to do.”
She sighed
heavily, knowing that he was right. They
didn’t have a choice…even with the newly active Slayers,
Buffy was still the Chosen One. And
Giles was still her Watcher. Neither of
them wanted this, but neither of them could walk away.
“Can we go
home?” She asked softly, turning in his
arms and looking up at him.
“Of course.” He replied just as softly,
gazing into her eyes. “I love you so
very much.”
Her smile brightened, unable to verbally respond before his lips
captured hers once more. She’d be sure to tell him later.
~ End