Title: Frustration
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Sometime late S5. No Dawn, no Glory, no death of Buffy, AU.
Synopsis: Giles is busy. Buffy wants him to be busy doing other
things.
Author’s
Note: This was a Bunny given to me by 4thderevko. Bunny is as follows:
Buffy
and Giles are in a relationship already. Giles is trying to work (at the Magic
Box, researching, whatever). Buffy wants him to...do other things... At one
point, she steals his glasses and hides them somewhere on her person. This is
NOT what gets him to finally give in.
So,
thank you to 4thderevko for the
Bunny and thank you to wyvernwolf
for going through it.
Giles gave an
exasperated sigh when he felt Buffy’s hands on his shoulders as she stood
behind him. “Buffy…”
Placing a light kiss
on the tip of his ear, she ran her hands over his shoulders and down to his
chest. “You’ve been researching
constantly for three days, Giles. I’m
feeling a little neglected…”
He reached up and
covered her left hand with his right, stilling her movement as she slipped her
hand under his jacket and started rubbing her fingers over his nipple through
his shirt. “I’m researching because it’s
what I do…I do what I can to keep you as safe as possible.”
“Mm-hm…and you’re really
good at it.” She whispered before her
lips brushed against his neck. “You’re
really good at other things too, you know.”
“Buffy, this prophecy
– ”
“Needs to be
researched, I know.” She sighed before
pulling her hand out from under his and moved around his chair, hopping onto
the table next to the book he had open in front of him. “But, we haven’t made love in three
days. Do you know what happens to a
Slayer when she has all of this pent up energy and no way to release it?”
He raised an eyebrow at
her. “You’ve gone longer.”
“Not since we’ve been
together…not when I’ve been slaying my ass off every night.” She ran her foot along the outside of his
thigh. “Please, Giles…”
He rubbed the side of
his neck and gestured towards the open book.
“I’m in the middle of a very important translation. This could very well be the difference
between life and death, Buffy.”
She leaned forward,
her eyes darkened with lust as she stared at him. “I feel like I’m going to explode…”
“You’re not going to
explode, Buffy. Please don’t be so
melodramatic.” He stated, chuckling
softly.
She shook her head,
quickly snatching his glasses from his face and dropping them into the front of
her halter top. He rolled his eyes,
dropping his pen to the table.
“For God’s sake,
Buffy…”
A smile appeared on
her lips. “You don’t have your glasses,
you can’t read. You can’t read, you
can’t work.”
Rolling his eyes, he
shook his head. “Must you be so…”
“Playful? ‘Cause I know you weren’t getting ready to
say ‘childish’.” She interrupted quickly
before leaning back on the table.
She licked her lips
while giving him a sultry look. “Help me
get rid of this energy and I’ll give your glasses back…”
Sliding his hand
under his jacket, he pulled a spare pair of glasses from the inside pocket and
held them up for her to see. “I promise,
Buffy…let me finish this and then – ”
She interrupted him
with a frustrated groan and stared at him.
“Giles!”
He put the glasses on
and looked into her eyes. “Buffy, I love
you…and I want you.”
“Then take me!” She growled as she pulled the glasses from
her top and dropped them on the table.
“I want you to be
safe, love. And in order for me to make
sure that you are, I need to finish
this translation as quickly as possible.”
“And what am I
supposed to do in the meantime? It’s not
like I can concentrate on anything!”
He smiled softly in
understanding. “Perhaps you could work
off some of the energy?”
“That’s what I’m trying to do!” She cried in exasperation.
His smile faded
slightly as he cleared his throat. “I,
uh…was actually suggesting that you do some training.”
She glared at him for
a moment and then slid off the table, sighing heavily. “Fine.
I’ll be in the training room if you change your mind.”
He watched as she
stormed through the shop, calling her name as she opened the door to the
training room. She turned quickly and
merely stared at him.
“I do love you.”
“I love you too. I just…”
She shook her head and took a deep breath. “I’m not mad.
I’m frustrated and horny…so, I’ll just go work some of this energy
off. But, you owe me, Giles…and I mean
big time.”
He sighed as she
walked into the training room and closed the door behind her. Part of him, the part that was her lover,
wanted to follow her…wanted to pull her into his arms and make love to her for
hours. Another part of him, the part
that was her Watcher, knew that her safety was held in the balance at the
moment.
He shook his head and
picked up his pen. The Watcher had to
keep her alive. The lover would have to
wait a while longer.
* * *
Buffy stared at the
dummy and shook her hands as she loosened the muscles in her neck.
“Guess it’s just you
and me right now.”
She planned her
attack in her head as she always did, and then looked at the dummy again
regretfully.
“And I’m having a
really bad day, so I apologize in advance because I’m pretty sure I’m going to
break you.”
* * *
Giles narrowed his
eyes and re-read his translation again.
“The light of the moon, the heat of the sun combine as one?”
Grabbing the pad of
paper and the book, he stood up and made his way downstairs. He was positive he remembered something in
another volume citing a similar detail.
However, that volume was kept in the basement with the other books he
didn’t want
If this prophecy was
related to the spell that was in his mind, it could very well be averted. He tried not to get his hopes up as he ran
down the stairs and dropped the book and pad onto the desk in the corner. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over
the back of the chair before running his hand through his hair.
If living on a
Hellmouth had taught him anything, it was that everything was not necessarily
as it seemed.
* * *
An hour and a half
later, Buffy walked down the stairs after not being able to find Giles in the
main storefront. The stair creaked as
she stepped on it, but he made no sign that he had heard anything.
She narrowed her
eyes, watching him write furiously as he flipped the page and skimmed it with
his index finger. As she stepped further
into the room, his hands paused in their movement and he inhaled deeply.
“Buffy…”
She smiled softly and
made her way across the room. “I didn’t
think you heard me.”
He turned slowly and
gazed at her, dropping the pen onto the pad of paper. “I didn’t.”
Chuckling, she sat
down on the corner of the desk.
“So…you’re like a Jedi Knight now?
You can just ‘sense’ me?”
“Not exactly.” He whispered distractedly. “How was your workout?”
“I killed the
dummy. And the punching bag. And I accidentally kicked a hole in the
wall.” She smiled as she reached out and
smoothed his hair down. He had obviously
run his fingers through it repeatedly. “And
the research?”
His eyes darted to
her chest, her hardened nipples under the thin top hard to miss. “I think I’ve found something.”
Buffy raised an
eyebrow. “Oh? What?”
“A spell.” He answered softly, inhaling deeply. “My God, you’re intoxicating.”
She tilted her head,
confusion in her eyes. “Huh?”
“Your
arousal…it’s…intoxicating.”
She widened her
eyes. “You can smell me?”
“Mm.” He nodded, moving his hand to her knee and
sliding it up her thigh.
“Pheromones.” He added, as if that should be a sufficient
enough answer.
Shaking her head in
amusement, she looked into his eyes.
“I’m not sure whether I should be incredibly turned on or freaked out by
that.”
He licked his lips
and gently squeezed her thigh. “Buffy…”
“What have you been
doing down here?” She asked cautiously,
more than a little confused at the turn around in his behaviour. “Less than two hours ago, I couldn’t do
anything to get you away from your books…and now…”
Her eyes widened as
she stared at him. “You’re not under a
spell are you? Because – ”
“I’m not under a
spell, Buffy. Though, I was beginning to
wonder if you were.”
Confusion shone in
her eyes again. “Huh? Why would you think I was…oh.” She took a deep breath and shook her head. “No spell.
Just pent-up frustration…simple.
Now what have you been doing if you’re not under a spell?”
He swallowed thickly
and smiled. “I’ve been researching. And…as I said, I think I’ve found
something. As I recall, I told you that
when I’d finished…I’d do my best to rectify the fact that I’ve been neglecting
you for the past three days.”
A smile slowly
appeared on her face as she covered his hand with hers. “Well, the workout did take care of some of the energy, just like you thought it
would.”
He took a deep breath
as she lifted his hand from her thigh and slid from the desk. His eyes darkened a shade as she moved
forward and sat on his lap, her legs straddling his.
“But, not all of
it.” She whispered as she ran her hands
up his chest and started loosening his tie.
Shifting slightly
underneath her, he moved her until her core rested against his quickly
hardening cock. He sighed as he slipped
his hands under the hem of her flimsy halter top.
“I’m sorry that I’ve
been so preoccupied.”
She pulled the tie
free and started working on the buttons of his shirt. “Well…you are trying to save my life here…”
Nodding slowly, he
leaned forward and captured her lips with his as he pushed the top up. She lifted her arms and he broke the kiss
long enough to pull the top over her head, dropping it to the floor as she
pushed his shirt open and ran her fingers through the soft hair covering his
chest.
“That I am.” He whispered as he unclasped her bra.
The chair squeaked
softly as she leaned forward and kissed him.
His groan rumbled in his chest as her tongue nudged its way into his
mouth. He sucked hungrily on her tongue,
his left hand moving between them to pop open the button on her jeans as his
right slipped underneath the loosened silk bra to cup her left breast.
She broke the kiss,
groaning loudly as he rolled her hardened nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. “God, Giles…”
Giles glanced around
the room, looking for a comfortable place to lay her down. If they had been upstairs, he would’ve laid
her out on the couch in the training room.
However, they weren’t upstairs…they were in the basement, and there was
no couch.
He smiled as she
gasped when he gently pinched her nipple.
There was a fairly sturdy table though.
His eyes closed in pleasure as she rocked against his erection and
lowered her mouth to the side of his neck.
“Buffy, love…” He whispered as he released her nipple and
moved both hands to her hips.
His intention was to
hold her still. When he felt her warmth through
her jeans and his trousers, his hands tightened on her hips, encouraging her to
move harder against him.
She lightly nipped at
his neck with her teeth before resting her forehead against his shoulder,
whimpering at the sensations their movements were causing in her. “Giles…God, Giles…I want you.”
Wrapping his arms
around her back, he carefully leaned forward, gathering the needed the leverage
to stand. “I want you too, Buffy…Christ,
I want you.”
She wrapped her legs
around his hips as he stood, lowering her mouth to his and kissing him
slowly. Without breaking the kiss, he
pulled his glasses off with his left hand and tossed them onto the desk before
turning and blindly making his way to the table on the other side of the room.
Her hands moved under
his open shirt, gripping his shoulders as her tongue slid along his. As he gently sat her on the table, she pushed
his shirt down his arms and slowly ended the kiss. While he pulled his arms from the sleeves and
allowed the shirt to fall to the floor, she rid herself of the bra that was
hanging loosely from her shoulders.
His tongue darted out
and wet his lips as he glanced at her bare chest, his hands quickly pulling her
shoes and socks from her feet. “God, but
you’re beautiful.”
She smiled at his
whispered statement as she unbuckled his belt.
“You’ve always made me feel beautiful.”
He looked into her
eyes, his fingertips tracing her collarbone before grazing the skin between her
breasts. “I love you so.”
She gasped at the
intensity in his eyes as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pushing them
down his thighs. After he had kicked
them free, she lifted her hips enough for him to pull her jeans and underwear
down her legs.
“I want to spend the
rest of my life with you.” She stated softly
as she gazed into his eyes.
Dropping the clothing
to the floor, he tenderly ran his left hand along her thigh. “Are you asking me to marry you, Buffy?”
“Maybe.” She whispered in reply, closing her eyes as
he gently pushed her back until she was lying across the table. “But, mainly I’m just asking you to love me
for the rest of my life.”
Stepping between her
legs, he leaned over her and brushed his fingers down the side of her
face. “I’ll love you until the day I
die, Buffy. And should you want to get
married, all you need to do is say so.”
Buffy lifted her legs
around his waist, groaning softly when the head of his erection nudged her
clitoris. “You’d…you’d marry me?”
He nodded slowly before
kissing her lips and reaching between them, guiding his erection to her
entrance. “In a heartbeat.”
She moaned as he
slowly pushed his hips forward until he was completely embedded within
her. Placing her left hand on his side,
she lifted her right and lovingly caressed the side of his face.
“I love you.”
He leaned into her
touch, his left hand holding her hip as he pressed the palm of his right hand
against the surface of the table. He
rocked his hips against her, closing his eyes as her nails lightly scratched
along his ribs.
“Is…this alright?”
She lowered her left
hand to his chest, rolling his nipple under her fingers. “Yes…God, yes…”
He moved slowly with
short, gentle strokes as he watched her.
Her breasts jostling lightly, the sheen of sweat beginning to appear on
her arousal-pinkened skin, her lips parting slightly to emit a soft moan…he had
always found it amazing to watch her as they made love.
When she tightened
her legs around him and scratched her nails over his nipple, he knew she wanted
more. He smiled and lengthened his
strokes, but maintained his slow pace.
Opening her eyes, she met his gaze.
“More, Giles…please…”
Knowing how sexually
frustrated she had been, he was surprised that it had taken her this long to
request for more. He licked his lips and
pushed harder against her.
“Tell me what you
want, Buffy.”
She groaned at the
slight change of pace, the hand on his ribs gripping him tightly. “You…you know…what I want…”
He nodded as he
leaned over her and brushed his lips across hers. “Yes…but, Christ I want to hear you say it.”
As he brushed her
lips for a second time, she nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. Staring into his eyes, she raked her nails
over his chest.
“Fuck me.” Hearing his sharp intake of air, she smiled
and nipped his lip again. “Fuck me,
Giles…make me come all over your cock…”
“God, I love hearing
those words come out of your mouth.” He
whispered huskily, placing a warm open-mouthed kiss on her chin.
“Show me…” She groaned as he withdrew nearly completely
and slammed back forward. “God, show me
how much you love fucking me…”
A growl rumbled in
his chest at her words. It was
true…there was only one thing that came anywhere close to the sensation of
making love to her, and that was fucking her.
His focus on researching the prophecy had masked his need for her. As soon as he had found the solution, he
realized how frustrated he was as well.
As her back arched,
he slipped his arm underneath her and lifted her chest to his as he increased
his thrusts. She slid her hands to his
back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades causing him to groan loudly.
She knew what he
wanted…it was what she wanted. For him
to be on top of her, their bodies touching as he pumped his cock into her. She smiled inwardly when she heard his
frustrated growl, their current position not allowing the contact he wanted.
“Floor, Giles…” She roughly scratched her nails down his back
as he pulled back enough to look into her eyes.
“Fuck me on the floor…give us both what we want…”
“Floor’s…hard…”
She dragged her nails
back up his back, delighting in the shudder she felt in his muscles. “Fuck me properly…”
His eyes were nearly
black with passion and lust as he stared at her. With no further warning, he grabbed her and
pulled her from the table, lowering their bodies to the hardwood floor.
“God, yes! Giles…harder!”
Hooking his arms
under her knees, he leaned over her and plunged his tongue into her mouth. His groan vibrated in his chest…this was what
he wanted. Her body moving against his
as his hips slammed against her, his tongue probing her mouth as her inner
muscles clenched around him.
As she felt her
orgasm rapidly build, she tore her mouth from his and gripped his shoulders
tightly. “God…so…close…Giles!”
He moved even harder
against her, pulling her right nipple into his mouth and biting it
roughly. She screamed as her inner walls
spasmed around him, her fluids bathing his cock as she came. He released her nipple, throwing his head
back and grunting with effort as he struggled to hold on for just a while
longer.
He rode out her
orgasm, gradually slowing his thrusts as she came down. Unhooking his arms from her legs, he kissed
her warmly as she lovingly stroked his back.
When he lifted his head, she inhaled deeply.
“You didn’t…”
He smiled down at her
and shook his head. “No, I…I want to
come while I’m making love to you.”
“Close?” She whispered as she closed her eyes, feeling
another orgasm begin to build.
“God, yes…”
She licked her dry
lips and shifted underneath him, giving herself enough room to roll him onto
his back. She followed him over, smiling
as he grunted softly.
“Buffy…”
She rubbed his chest
with her trembling fingers as she rocked against him. “Let me make love to you, Giles…I love
watching you beneath me.”
Inhaling sharply, he
moved his hands to her hips. “Love you.”
“Love you.” She whispered softly, covering his hands with
hers as she increased her pace. “God, I
love you.”
He arched his hips,
meeting each of her downward strokes with a thrust of his own. Within a matter of minutes, he felt her inner
muscles quiver around him again.
Tightening his hands on her hips, he gazed into her eyes.
“Buffy…”
“Come for me, Giles.”
His eyes closed, his
fingers twitching against her skin as his cock thickened within her. “Oh, love…”
Her body shuddered as
her second orgasm crashed over her, she threw her head back and screamed his
name. Hearing her scream his name in
absolute pleasure was what took him over the edge. Her name left his lips on a loud groan as he
emptied himself inside of her.
She fell forward,
collapsing onto his chest, her body spent.
Wrapping his arms around her, he carefully rolled them onto their sides,
sighing softly as his softening cock slipped from her.
He cradled her to his
chest, placing soft kisses in her hair as they fought to catch their
breath. “Should this happen again…”
“Should what happen
again?” She whispered against his chest.
“Me getting lost in research.” He answered as he swallowed thickly.
“Mm?”
“Remind me of what
happens if we go too long without each other.”
She lifted her head
and looked into his still glazed eyes.
“Will that keep you from getting lost in research?”
He smiled as he shook
his head, pushing her damp hair back from her face. “No…it will remind me of how wonderful it
will be to make love to you once my research is finished.”
She snorted softly
and rolled her eyes. “Will it at least
persuade you to try to find an answer sooner?”
He grinned and
tenderly kissed her lips. “More than
likely, yes.”
Lifting his arm, he
glanced at his watch and sighed.
“We…don’t have much time before Anya opens the shop.”
“We’re in the
basement…why would she come down here?”
He carefully sat up,
pulling her with him. “Because she’ll
look for us…the car’s out front.”
She pouted and ran
her finger down his chest. “But…I like
the afterglow cuddling stuff…”
“So do I.” Leaning forward, he brushed his lips across
hers. “Let me take you out for breakfast.”
Furrowing her brow,
she exhaled deeply. “I’m trading
afterglow for breakfast?”
He chuckled, standing
and gathering their clothing.
“Breakfast…and then home.”
She brightened as she
stood and took her clothes from his hands.
“And…more afterglow?”
He laughed as he
pulled his clothes back on. “Yes, love.”
Quickly dressing and
running her fingers through her hair, she glanced at the desk. “What about the prophecy?”
He watched her walk
over to the desk as he buttoned his shirt.
“It can be averted with a spell.”
She read his
translation with narrowed eyes. “The
light of the moon, the heat of the sun combine as one?”
“Mm-hm. Essentially sunset…if the spell is performed
at sunset on the night that prophecy will take place, which as we know is in
two days, it…stops.”
Buffy met his eyes,
hers filled with bewilderment. “You
sure? That’s it? A spell?”
When he offered her a smile and nodded, she gave a light huff. “Talk about anti-climatic. So, you’ll need Will to help you on it then?”
Giles cleared his
throat and shook his head. “I’m rather
sure that I would prefer not to have
Buffy’s eyes lit up
at the tone of his voice. “So…it’s like
sex magick?”
“Mm.” He stepped forward and ran his fingers down
the side of her neck. “I can teach you
the incantation…if you’re interested.”
“Sex and stopping an
apocalypse all at once? Count me
in.”
He grinned and bent
his head, his lips nearly touching hers when Anya’s voice came booming down the
stairs.
“Giles, you down
there?”
He gave Buffy a
knowing look and chuckled. “Yes,
Anya…Buffy and I were researching this prophecy.”
“Oh. Well, if you’re done having sex, it’s time to
open the shop.”
Giles rolled his eyes
as he listened to Anya’s footsteps move across the floor overhead. Buffy laughed, giving him a quick kiss before
picking up the books and pad of paper and nudging him towards the stairs.
“Someone promised me
breakfast and afterglowy stuff.”
He smiled down at
her, taking the books from her and tucking them under his right arm as he
placed his left hand on her lower back.
“Yes, that I did.”
As they climbed the
stairs together, she looked up at him.
“Though, I’m all for skipping breakfast if you want…”
His eyes sparkled,
his smile growing. “Breakfast is the
most important meal of the day, Buffy.
Gives you the energy you need…”
She returned his
smile with a broad one of her own.
“Breakfast it is…extra sausage for you.”
He laughed heartily
and leaned down, brushing his lips across hers.
The Watcher could take a break for a while. And that was something Giles was infinitely
happy about.
~ End