Title: Out of the
Darkness
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline: S7,
AU. Dawn’s around…somewhere.
Synopsis: Giles
learns a disturbing detail concerning Buffy’s relationship with Spike.
Giles walked through
the front door of Buffy’s house and sighed heavily. He had heard it being called ‘Slayer Central’
during the past few days. He had, at the
time, chuckled at the sarcastic tone of the young Potential who had coined the
term. However, he didn’t feel much like
chuckling at the moment.
Just as he stepped
into the hallway, Buffy closed the door to the basement. Their eyes met and he cleared his throat in
preparation to offer an explanation. She
didn’t give him a chance. Instead, she
shot him a dangerous glare and stormed up the stairs…without saying a single
word to him.
His eyes narrowed as
he heard her bedroom door slam shut. He
looked into the living room to find Xander sitting on the couch, staring at the
wall…his fists clenched. Taking a deep
breath, he walked into the room and sat down in the nearest chair.
“Xander?”
Xander’s jaw clenched
then released. “You know…I’ve always
tried to be really understanding about things that I really don’t
understand. But, I’m this close to
taking Anya and Will and just leaving Sunnydale.”
“I think you might
have to start at the beginning for me, Xander.”
Giles stated softly.
Xander turned his
dark eyes towards Giles and shook his head.
“Buffy only cares about herself…and everyone’s here putting their lives
at risk to help her. And I’ve pretty
much had enough.”
Giles sighed and
leaned forward. “Xander, you know that
isn’t true. She – ”
“Then maybe you have a good explanation for the fact
that there’s a vampire being cared for in the basement.” Xander interrupted quickly, his anger clearly
heard in his voice.
Giles’ eyes widened
slightly. “I’m sorry?”
Xander stood up and
began to pace back and forth. “She
basically carried the bastard in, all beaten and bloody. Promised him that she’d take care of him…and
take care of the people responsible for hurting him.”
Giles swallowed
thickly, not knowing how to respond.
Xander didn’t give him much of a chance anyway, continuing his rant. Giles’ mind began to race…Buffy knew that
Giles was involved. His thoughts were
interrupted when his ears picked up on part of Xander’s tirade.
“…he tries to rape
her and she still wants to help
him! I mean, what the hell?!”
Giles stood slowly,
narrowing his eyes. “What did you just
say?”
Xander stopped and
met Giles’ eyes. “Shit. You…didn’t know.”
Giles’ heart began to
race as his anger began to course through him.
“He…raped her?”
Xander shook his
head, his eyes softening as he watched Giles’ darken in rage. “No.
He tried though. And then he
left…came back with a brand spankin’ new soul.
I guess having a soul makes a person forgive the bruises…”
Xander trailed off as
he watched Giles run up the stairs. He
started to go up after him, but decided not to.
Giles in a rage was not pleasant.
He glanced at the basement door and clenched his fists. He wanted to go downstairs and finish the
vampire off himself…but knew that Buffy would probably have his head on a
plate.
Instead, he strode
across the room to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff drink.
Tomorrow, he’d talk
to Anya and
* * *
Buffy looked up, her eyes
blazing with fury, when the door opened forcefully. “What, you don’t know how to knock anymore?”
Giles stared at her
for a moment before walking into the room and closing the door behind him. “Why, Buffy?”
“Why am I ten degrees
of pissed off with you? Because Robin
tried to kill Spike and you helped
him!”
Giles took a deep
breath to calm himself and shook his head as he took a step forward to stand
directly in front of her. “No. Why Spike?
Why are you letting your…fixation…color your judgement where he’s
concerned?”
She glared at
him. Her words dripped with anger as she
jabbed her index finger into his chest.
“He didn’t leave! He knew where I had been when I died and
he didn’t leave me here to face
things alone! He loved me enough to stay!”
Giles’ eyes darkened
as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his chest and the bruises
she was leaving on him. He didn’t bother
sugar coating his words, there was no need…not any longer.
“And I love you
enough to not force my wants upon you!”
He shook his head as she opened her mouth. “No!
I’ve heard enough, Buffy. And
now…now it’s time for you to listen to me.”
He didn’t bother
taking the time to gather his thoughts.
He didn’t bother worrying how she would take what he was saying.
“I’m tired of
apologizing. I’m tired of giving the
same explanation time and time again.
Yes, I left…and you know damn well the reason why. Had I known that Spike would use your
vulnerability and my absence to pull you into the darkness with him, I would
have staked him before I left.”
“You tried to kill
him!” Buffy screamed.
“And he tried to rape
you!” Giles countered, his rage barely
contained.
Buffy took a step
back, tears welling in her eyes.
“That…that was…he didn’t have a soul then!”
“And that makes it
alright? My God, Buffy…what happened to
you? The Buffy I knew would have never –
”
“The Buffy you knew
died saving the world! This Buffy…you
left her to fend for herself when she needed you the most!”
Giles swallowed and
shook his head. “And that gives him the
right to…to take advantage of you…to hurt you…to…”
“I need him,
Giles.” She whispered, taking a quick
step back when his eyes blazed with rage once more. “For this fight, I need him. And what happened wasn’t all his fault. I played my part in that game just as much as
he did.”
“I would give my life
for you, Buffy. Without question,
without hesitation. And instead, you
take him. You take him over all of us. And you don’t even see, or seem to care, what
it’s doing to anyone. He may have a soul
now, Buffy…but, he’s still a vampire.
And he’s still a toy of the First.
He’s dangerous, he’s a liability.
And yet…you choose him over everyone else.”
His eyes softened as
he took a deep breath. “I know that
you’ll never forgive me for leaving when I did.
But, I left because it was the right thing to do at the time…not because
I wanted to. But to hear you defend him
over and over again…and knowing now what he did to you, I…”
He held her eyes as
he walked backwards and placed his hand on the doorknob. “You may not need me now, Buffy…but there are
quite a few Potentials down there who do, as well as our friends. It’s clear that you’ve forgiven him for what
he’s done, but know that I never will.
And should he survive the battle…I will kill him for what he’s
done. Soul or not, his days are
numbered.”
He opened the door
and walked out of her room, not stopping when she whispered his name.
She listened to him
walk down the stairs, even his footsteps sounding tired and heavy. She wasn’t sure that he had heard her say his
name, but she thought he might have.
Softly closing the door, she leaned against it and slid to the floor.
She didn’t bother
stopping her tears this time.
* * *
Nearly two hours
later, she made her way downstairs. The
house was quiet. According to the note
left by Xander, the Potentials were out on a training exercise with Faith and
Robin. She glanced at the basement door
as she made her way to the kitchen, but didn’t stop.
“Hi.” Buffy bit her lip and sat down at the
table. “Um…where’s Giles?”
“I don’t know. He left after he came back downstairs
earlier.”
Buffy’s eyes widened
in alarm. “He left? Again?”
“What did he
say?” Buffy asked quickly, pushing her
chair back and standing up.
“Nothing. He came downstairs and walked out the front
door. Xander and Anya left pretty soon
after Robin and Faith took the Potentials out.”
“Well, we’re better
off without ‘im, if you ask me.”
Buffy and
Buffy’s eyes narrowed
as she shook her head. “I didn’t ask
you, so shut up!”
Spike’s smile faded
and he tilted his head as he looked at her.
“Buffy…”
“Look, I told him
that I need you for the fight.” She
paused as his smile returned. “But,
that’s all I need you for, Spike.”
His smile faltered
again. “But…I thought that you
understood.”
“I do understand,
Spike.”
He stumbled forward,
resting his left hand on her shoulder as he looked into her eyes. “I love you, Buffy. I…got my soul for you. I’m not the same man I was before.”
Buffy glanced down at
his hand and pulled away from his touch, leaving his hand suspended in mid-air.
“You’re not a man at
all, Spike.” Buffy whispered
softly. “I need your help against the
First, but…I don’t love you.”
Spike lowered his
hand and stared into her eyes. “He tried
to kill me, Buffy!”
“He helped
Robin.” Buffy corrected gently.
Spike shook his head,
his eyes widening in disbelief when he saw a flicker in her eyes. “Being an accessory to attempted murder is just
as bad! He left you! He left you when he found out that you’d been
in Heaven. I stood by you,
Buffy! I was the only one to stand by
you…to understand you!”
“No, she had other
people, but you made her believe that you were the only one!” She couldn’t keep
from yelling.
Spike completely
ignored
“I really hope
not.” Buffy answered as she turned away
from him and grabbed her purse from the kitchen counter. “Because, it would kill me if he did.”
“Sounded like you
were insinuating that she’s in love with Giles.”
Spike grabbed the
towel and wrapped it around his bleeding knuckles, staring at the open
door. The fact that the sun was shining
brightly was the only thing stopping him from going after her.
“She didn’t deny it
either.” He grumbled as he stumbled out
of the room and headed back to the basement.
“What are you doing
here, Buffy?” Giles asked softly, not
looking up from the book in his hands.
Buffy took a deep
breath and sat down next to him on the park bench. “I thought I’d find you here. How did you know it was me?”
He closed the book
and swallowed, still not looking at her.
“I always know when you’re near.”
She looked at him
curiously for a moment before she spoke.
“I think we should
talk.”
He sighed and leaned
back. “I’m not sure what more there is
to say.”
“You were wrong about
some of the things you said, Giles.”
He finally looked at
her, too tired to hide the pain in his eyes any longer. “You came to find me in order to tell me that
I’m wrong?”
“I understand why you
left when you did. And…in an even more
surprising twist, I agree with it.”
“It’s nice to know that
even though you understand and agree, you still obviously hate me for it.” He stated, leaning forward to gain enough
leverage to stand.
She grabbed his arm
quickly. “I’ve never hated you,
Giles. Never.”
Sighing heavily, she
shook her head. “Just hear me out for a
minute? Please?”
After a brief moment,
he sat back and stared at his hands, silently waiting for her to continue.
“I have forgiven you,
Giles. I forgave you a long time
ago. It’s just…it’s hard to forget.”
“And yet…you seem to
have no issues with spending time alone with someone who attempted to…to harm
you.”
“It’s easier to
forgive and forget when the person has truly changed…” She felt her heart drop when he lowered his
head. She loosened her hold on his arm
and took a deep breath. “It’s also
easier to forgive and forget when you don’t love the person who hurt you.”
He lifted his head,
but didn’t look at her. “Why didn’t you
tell me?”
“Because I didn’t
think you’d want to know.”
He turned to her sharply,
his eyes narrowing. “Why would you think
that?”
She exhaled slowly
and flicked a quick look towards the pond when she heard a duck quack. “Because I love you in a different way than
you love me.”
Confusion clouded
Giles’ eyes. “I’m sorry?”
“Giles, I…” She turned her head and looked at him. Seeing his confusion, she cleared her
throat. “Um…what were you talking
about?”
“Spike.” He answered quietly. “Why didn’t you tell me what he’d done?”
“Oh.” She rubbed her palms against her jeans nervously
and shrugged a shoulder. “Because you
would’ve killed him. And…as much as I
know you hate to hear me say it…we need him.
I can’t explain how or why I know…I just know that he’s going to be useful.”
“You love me?” He whispered as his mind replayed her words.
“God, this is
embarrassing.” Her face reddened as she
bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I…”
“Buffy.” He interrupted gently. “Are you saying that…you love me?”
She nodded slowly and
averted her eyes. “Yeah…”
When he didn’t say
anything, she stood up and gestured towards the path back to the main
road. “I’ll, uh…just go now…”
His hand wrapped
around her wrist, stopping her movement.
“In what manner do you love me?”
Tears filled her eyes
and she refused to look at him. “In the
way that…”
“Please, Buffy.” He whispered when she trailed off.
A tear rolled down
her cheek as she stared at the line of trees on the other side of the
path. “I’m in love with you.”
She whispered an
apology when his hand dropped from her wrist.
When she turned and started towards the path, he stood up and licked his
lips.
“But…you said that
you love me in a different way than I love you.”
She stopped suddenly
and inhaled sharply at his words. She
heard the soft crunch of fallen leaves under his shoes as he took the few steps
needed to bring him directly behind her.
Only when she felt his hand on her shoulder and heard him whisper her
name did she turn around to face him.
She opened her mouth
to question him, but didn’t have the chance as he answered her unasked question
with a soft kiss. Hearing her gasp, he
combed his fingers through her hair and kissed her again.
When he felt her
hands on his chest, he prepared himself to be pushed away. He groaned in surprise when her hands moved
up until they touched his face instead.
His groan of surprise turned to one of passion as her tongue gently
pushed its way into his mouth.
He allowed the kiss
to continue for a few more moments until he felt his control begin to
slip. His hands roamed over her back as
he rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting heavily.
“Giles?”
“I’ve loved you for
so long, Buffy.” He whispered. “It nearly killed me to leave when I
did. But…if I hadn’t…I just would’ve
made things so much worse.”
“I know.” Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her
breath. “I understand, Giles.”
He gazed into her
eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and…love.
“I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you.”
“It’s okay. You did what was best for me at the
time.” Her eyes darted to his lips. “And…”
His hands moved to
her hips and then slowly up her sides before sliding around to her back
again. “And?”
“Please kiss me
again.”
He smiled warmly and
captured her lips once more. When he
felt her tongue gently slip back into his mouth, he sighed and pulled from the
kiss.
“What’s wrong?” She whispered in a worried tone.
He smiled and shook
his head, lifting his fingers to stroke her cheek. “Nothing.
It’s just that I think I would prefer to continue this elsewhere.”
She glanced at the bench
and smiled. “Forgot your book…”
When he didn’t
respond, she looked up at him to find him with a concerned expression on his
face. “Hey…what is it?”
“I…” He sighed heavily and shook his head. “I have nowhere to take you. I’m sleeping on your couch…the Magic Box
is…gone.”
She smiled softly as
he walked over to the bench and retrieved his book. “You have your car.”
He stopped at the
suggestive tone of her voice and met her eyes.
“Buffy, I wasn’t insinuating that we…”
She blushed deeply
and shook her head. “Oh, I…”
“I want to.” He whispered.
“So do I.” She admitted, placing her left hand back on
his chest. “I have for so long.”
“But…we have much to
discuss.” He exhaled slowly and tucked a
strand of hair behind her ear.
“Technically, that’s what I meant when I said that I have nowhere to
take you.”
“There’s, um…there’s
a hotel over on King.” When he arched an
eyebrow at her, she smiled. “Hotel rooms
normally come with a table and a couple of chairs as well as a bed, you know.”
A vision of her lying
across some anonymous hotel bed as he leaned over her flashed in his mind. He cleared his throat and dug his keys out of
his pocket.
“That would probably
be our best option. However…I would
prefer for this to progress naturally…”
Her smile flickered
in her eyes. “So, we go talk…and see
where this is going to lead for us. I
don’t want it to feel rushed either, Giles.”
Hearing the honesty
in her voice, he smiled and gestured towards the path that led to the parking
lot. “Let’s go have a chat, shall we?”
She smiled brightly
and fell into step beside of him.
* * *
He smiled nervously
as he placed a mug of coffee on the table in front of her. “Not exactly your normal mocha with double
chocolate and whipped cream…”
She chuckled and
lifted the mug. “Well, there’s only so
much you can do when…”
He tilted his head
slightly when she stopped and stared at him.
“What is it?”
“You know what coffee
I drink.”
He smiled as he
pulled out the chair next to hers and sat down.
“I used to be a Watcher, Buffy.”
“Still are.”
“Not active. Not since…”
His smile faded and he lowered his eyes.
“Not since I
died.” She finished for him, reaching
out to take his hand. “It’s okay to say
it, Giles.”
“That…” He cleared his throat and took a deep
breath. “That was the second worst day
of my life.”
She rubbed her thumb
over the back of his hand in a soothing manner.
“What was the worst?”
His eyes glistened as
he reached for his own mug of coffee with his free hand. “The day you were buried.”
She noticed the
tremble in his hand as he lifted the mug to his lips. “Giles…”
“I need to know what
happened, Buffy.” He lowered the mug and
looked into her eyes. “All I know is
what Xander told me. I…I need to know. Please…”
She licked her
suddenly dry lips. When he saw her body
tense and felt her start to pull her hand away, he quickly turned his hand and
wrapped his long fingers around her wrist.
He looked into her eyes as his thumb gently rubbed her soft skin.
“You can take your
time, Buffy. I know it must be hard to
talk about it.”
Tears welled in her
eyes as she lowered her gaze to their hands.
“You’re not going to like it.”
“I’m rather certain
of that.” He responded quietly. “I’m also quite certain that no matter what
you tell me…I’m going to feel the same about you.”
She looked up then
and inhaled shakily, giving him a small nod.
“He snapped,
Giles. I said no, he didn’t believe
me. I’d said no before…and then turned
right around and fell into bed with him.
He…he stopped at the last minute.
He realized what he’d done…”
Giles’ eyes
darkened. “It doesn’t excuse him.”
“No, it doesn’t. And I was really scared for a while. But, it wasn’t as bad as Xander tells
it. And Spike left town that night.”
“Xander said there
were bruises.” He whispered, his pain
evident in his voice.
“Not from Spike. At least…not that night.” When Giles stiffened, Buffy tightened her
grip on his hand and leaned into him.
“Giles, don’t get mad. It’s…I
wanted it rough…I needed it dark and painful.”
A tear spilled down
his cheek. “And he was more than happy
to give it to you without question.”
She brushed the tear
away with her thumb as she looked into his eyes. “I think I’ve only ever seen you cry once
before.”
He took a deep breath
and offered her a sad smile. “I cried
every night from the day you died until the day I came back to Sunnydale after
“They never said
anything.” She said, referring to their
friends.
“They never
knew.” He shook his head slowly. “Except for the BuffyBot.”
Buffy raised an
eyebrow. “You cried in front of the
BuffyBot?”
“She, uh…she never
pronounced my name correctly. It was
your voice, your face…but she couldn’t say my name.
Buffy bit her bottom
lip as she gathered her words. Giles
gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s alright,
Buffy.”
She took a deep
breath and then spoke quickly. “I never
made love with him.”
He opened his mouth,
closing it when he realized that he wasn’t sure what to say. She swallowed nervously and looked down at
the hand covering hers.
“It was always…I was
in a dark place, Giles. What I shared
with Spike…well, it was the darkest part of that place. I couldn’t feel anything after you left…he
made me feel something. He…he made me
forget that I drove you away.”
His hand tightened on
hers, a shocked gasp escaping his lips. “Buffy, you didn’t drive me away. Christ, tell me that he didn’t make you
believe that!”
“I know that
now.” A smile played at the corner of
her mouth. “I knew that when you came
back. I mean, I know you came back to
help
“It took everything I
had to stop myself from kissing you that night.” He admitted quietly.
Her smile grew slowly
as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I think it’s probably better now.”
“I…” He glanced at her lips as she moved closer to
him, her nails lightly scratching the back of his neck. “God, I love you.”
“I love you
too.” She whispered as she closed the
distance between them.
Their lips met in the
sweetest of kisses, which quickly spiralled out of control. This time, when her tongue slid across his,
he didn’t stop her. Instead, he matched
her passion with his own.
He opened his eyes
when he felt her fingers slip underneath his sweater and the soft cotton shirt
he wore under it. Sighing as her warm
hands ran over his chest, he slowly ended the kiss.
“Buffy…”
She smiled as she
pushed the garments up. “Sorry.”
He chuckled softly
and shook his head, even as he lifted his arms and allowed her to pull the
clothing over his head. “If you were
truly sorry, you wouldn’t continue undressing me.”
His chuckle ended
abruptly when she leaned forward and pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss to his
chest. “Dear Lord…”
“Is this…am I going
too fast?” She whispered against his
skin, moving her mouth to the side of his neck.
His eyes closed as
his right hand moved to the back of her head.
“Perhaps. But, I’m not sure I
have the strength to stop you.”
She smiled and then
brushed her lips across his. “I want
you.”
His eyes snapped open
as she stood and pulled her shirt over her head. “Buffy, we – ”
“I want you to make
love to me. And…I want to make love to
you.”
“ – should stop. I…”
His brow furrowed as he looked into her eyes. “What did you just say?”
She slid onto his
lap, draping her arms over his shoulders as his hands automatically moved to
her hips. “I want you to make me
feel…more than something. I want you to
show me what it’s like to feel truly loved.”
When he hesitated,
she moved further onto his lap. He inhaled
sharply when her silk-covered breasts pressed against his chest, he groaned
softly as her warm core rubbed against his erection.
“I know this is fast,
Giles. But…we may not have much time.”
He wanted to protest
that statement, but knew that she was right.
The First was the most dangerous thing they had faced so far and he had
to admit that things looked grim. He
didn’t know how to stop it…and he didn’t know if they were even going to be
able to stop it.
“One or both of us
might die during this, and…” She looked
into his eyes as she traced his lips with her thumb. “I don’t want to die not knowing.”
He nodded slowly and
glanced at the bed. “You’ll, uh…you’ll
need to let me up.”
She offered him a
smile and placed a soft kiss on his lips before sliding off his lap. She stood before him, dressed only in a pair
of jeans and a bra. Her feet were bare,
her shoes and socks discarded as soon as they had walked into the room.
He leaned forward,
pulling the button on her jeans free as he kissed her stomach. He felt her shiver under his touch as he
slowly pulled the zipper down, his mouth moving along her ribcage.
“Giles…” She whispered, her right hand moving to his
shoulder.
He stood up quickly
and kissed her passionately. His tongue
slowly stroked hers as his fingers edged under the waistband of her jeans.
She realized that he
had been guiding her towards the bed when she felt the mattress hit the back of
her knees. Wrapping her arms around his
neck, she allowed him to lay her down before she pulled him down with her.
His mouth moved to
her neck as her hands roamed over his back.
She could feel his erection pressing against her hip and reached between
them, her slender fingers pulling at his belt.
“God, Giles…”
He smiled against her
skin, popping the clasp on the front of her bra open with two fingers as he
lifted his hips to give her more room.
He licked his lips as he gazed at her chest.
“Oh, my…” He whispered before placing a warm, wet kiss
on the tender slope of her left breast.
Finally conquering
the belt, she unbuttoned his trousers and carefully pulled the zipper
down. He lifted his head and groaned her
name as she slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the
hard shaft of his cock.
“Too many clothes,
Giles.” She whispered thickly as she
stroked his hardened flesh. “God, I need
you…”
Shifting slightly, he
lowered his mouth to her breast once more.
As he pulled her right nipple into his mouth, he slid his hand into her
opened jeans and under her silk underwear.
His groan rumbled in his chest when he felt how wet she really was…for
him.
Her hips arched
against his hand, a moan escaping her lips as his fingers slipped through her
wet folds. He lifted his head from her
breast as she gently rubbed her thumb across the head of his erection.
“I love you.” He whispered hoarsely as he gazed into her
eyes.
“I love you
too.” She whispered back, her eyes
fluttering as his middle finger teased her entrance. “Please, Giles…please make love to me.”
He smiled as he
gently pushed his finger inside of her, content to watch the pleasure on her
face…for the moment.
* * *
He had brought her to
orgasm twice already with his hands, nearly coming himself as she called out
his name and flooded his fingers with her fluids. And now he leaned over her, the head of his
cock nudging her entrance as her legs wrapped around his waist.
A bead of sweat
rolled down his back as they gazed into each other’s eyes. He swallowed thickly and brushed the damp
hair back from her forehead.
“Are you sure,
Buffy? We…we can still stop…”
“No…no, don’t stop,
Giles.” She panted heavily, her hand
resting on the side of his neck.
He studied her eyes
closely and then gave her a smile.
Pushing his hips forward, he slowly entered her, gasping sharply at the
heat that suddenly surrounded him.
“Oh, Christ…Buffy…”
Her legs tightened
around him, her back arching as she moaned his name. Her hands gripped the backs of his
shoulders. “God, yes…”
He lowered his mouth to
her neck, kissing the hot skin as he began to rock his hips against her. Buffy moved with him, matching his rhythm
perfectly.
“So beautiful.” He whispered into her ear, increasing his
pace slightly. “So soft, so warm…I’m so
in love with you.”
“God, I’ve
never…never…” She shuddered beneath him,
unclasping her ankles and moving her legs until her knees rested against his
sides. “Giles!”
He grunted when he
felt her inner muscles quiver against his thrusting cock. “It’s…I’ve got you, Buffy…it’s okay…”
She stared at him
through passion-glazed eyes. “Don’t let
go…”
“Never, love.” He whispered, brushing his lips across
hers. “I’ll love you…for the rest of my
days.”
Her back arched off
the bed, her nails scratching down his back.
“Giles! Oh, God…I’m…I’m…”
He pushed harder,
straightening his arms to hold himself above her. He felt a sense of pride wash over him as he
watched her thrash beneath him.
“That’s it,
Buffy…come for me…” He whispered thickly
as her nails raked over his ribs. “God,
yes!”
“With me…” She groaned as she pushed her upper body off
the bed, pressing her chest against his as her tongue flicked across his bottom
lip. “Come…with me…”
Shifting most of his
weight to his left hand, he pressed his right against her back and quickly
rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She cried out pleasurably at the change of
position and threw her head back as his hands gripped her hips.
“Giles!”
“Buffy, I…I need to
ask you…”
“So close…God, don’t
stop…”
He bit his lip, his fingers
tightening against her hips. “I…Buffy,
I’m going to…come…”
She felt his cock
thicken inside of her and she leaned forward, placing her palms on his
chest. “Come…inside…”
He groaned loudly and
thrust upwards as her inner muscles clenched around him. He felt her warm fluids flood over his flesh
moments before he exploded within her.
Their cries of ecstasy rang out in the room as the creaking of the
bedsprings softened with the slowing of their movements.
He felt the tremble
in her hands on his chest and smiled softly.
Lifting his left hand, he pressed his fingers to the back of her neck
and drew her down to him. He kissed her
slowly, pouring his love into the union as he rolled them onto their
sides.
She pulled from the
kiss and gasped for breath as his softening cock slipped from her. Gazing into his eyes as he tenderly brushed
the hair back from her face, she smiled adoringly.
He returned the smile
as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“What is it, love?”
“It’s nice to be out
of the darkness again.” She whispered as
she snuggled closer to him. “I love you,
Giles.”
He wrapped his arms
around her and held her against his chest.
“I love you, Buffy.”
* * *
It was nearly sunset
when Giles followed Buffy into the living room of her house. The room was sparsely populated…Xander, Anya,
Everyone turned to
look at them as they entered and Xander slowly stood, walking over to stop in
front of Buffy. After a few moments of
searching Buffy’s eyes, a smile appeared on his face as he pulled her into a
tight hug.
“You’re back.” He whispered emotionally.
She felt Giles tense
behind her and slowly pulled from the hug.
She looked up to see Spike take a few steps towards her. Giles moved to her side and glared at the
vampire.
“Touch her and I’ll
kill you.”
Spike snorted and
took another step, the only physical evidence of his near-death beating was a
small cut over his left eye. “Didn’t
work last time.”
“I wasn’t there last
time.” Giles countered icily.
Buffy gently stroked
Giles’ arm. “Giles?”
He looked down and
gave her a gentle nod. “I agreed that we
need his assistance, but that’s all I agreed to.”
Xander and
“You shagged
him?” He moved towards her quickly,
stopping when Giles took a step forward.
“Look, I’m not going to hurt her!”
“No, you’re not. Not again, never again.” Giles stated matter-of-factly.
Buffy sighed
heavily. “Spike, listen…we need your
help with the fight against the First.
But…”
Spike tilted his head
slightly and looked into Buffy’s eyes.
“I love you.”
“No.” She shook her head slowly and rested her hand
against Giles’ lower back. “You confuse
sex with love. We both used each other
for what we needed…you don’t love me.
You loved what I became after I was brought back. Neither of us are now what we were then.”
Spike lowered his
eyes, knowing that she was right but not wanting to admit it.
“If we survive
this…you need to move on. To a different
city…different country…” She sighed again
as he looked back up. “You can do good,
Spike. But, we can’t work together after
this.”
He glanced at Giles
before meeting her eyes again. “You love
him.”
Buffy nodded
slowly. Xander raised an eyebrow.
“And…he loves
you.” Spike whispered sadly.
Xander started
smiling as Buffy nodded again. “So…you
guys are together now?”
Giles looked into
Buffy’s eyes as she slipped her hand into his.
He felt the tension leave his body as she smiled at him. Nodding slowly, he met Xander’s eyes.
Spike pulled a pack
of cigarettes out of his leather duster and shook his head. “I’ll help…because I have a soul and all
now. I kinda have to help if I don’t
want to spend the rest of my life feeling guilty when all of you are dead…”
He shrugged a
shoulder and walked towards the front door.
“And when we do, I’m leaving.” He
gestured towards Buffy and Giles as he opened the door. “You can’t expect me to hang around and watch
these two being all lovey-dovey.”
Xander stared at the
door as Spike walked out and slammed the door behind him. “Are you sure I can’t kill him?”
“I believe I
have…dibs on it, as you say.” Giles
responded softly.
“Giles…” Buffy started, pausing when Giles shook his
head and gently touched her face.
“It wasn’t an idle
threat, Buffy. If he so much as touches
you, he’ll be a pile of dust before he can count to three.”
“I know.” She whispered as she absently rubbed her palm
over the worn material of his sweater.
“I’m not sure if I’ve said this, but…thank you.”
He tilted his head,
his hands moving to her back as he loosely held her in his arms. “What for?”
She met his eyes and
smiled. “For bringing me back. You know…out of the darkness.”
He returned her smile
and lowered his mouth to hers.
Anya had been
surprisingly quiet throughout. As she
watched the kiss deepen, she smiled and looked at Xander. He in turn offered her a shy smile and
lowered his eyes.
It seemed as though
everyone was being brought out of the darkness.
And with that thought, her heart felt lighter than it had in years. At that moment, she knew without a doubt that
they were going to defeat the First.
She glanced out the
window and saw Spike leaning against the tree, a cigarette burning between his
fingers. She wasn’t sure how they were
going to do it, but she knew that Spike had a big role to play in it.
~ End
Author’s Note: This
was from a Bunny left by LadyforAsh. The
Bunny is as follows:
Season 7. Giles finds out about what Spike tried to do.
Maybe from Xander, by accident? Write
about how Giles deals with this news, how he reacts, and in the end have it
bring Buffy and Giles together into a relationship. I want FRAO! :) I want love
in the end, but you can have plenty of angst on the way to getting there.