Title: Foolish Games
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Late S5, early S6’ish. No Dawn, no death of Buffy, AU.
Synopsis: Even Giles has needs.
Author’s
Note: Extra special thanks to wyvernwolf on this one! And, a big thanks to 4thderevko for the Bunny.
Giles sighed heavily as he
closed the book in his hands, leaning his head against the back of the couch as
he dropped the book onto the lamp table next to him. It wasn’t a spell. He wasn’t surprised that it wasn’t a spell,
but in a way he had been hoping that it was.
He hadn’t felt this degree of
intense need since his younger days spent cavorting with Ethan and the
others. Even in the first few weeks of
their relationship, he hadn’t felt like this…and they had been making love at
least once a day at that point.
It wasn’t even as if it had been
weeks since they’d been together the last time.
In fact, it had only been a little over twenty-four hours…and they’d
gone longer than that in the eight months they’d been together.
He glanced at the clock and
sighed again. She’d be home soon. And it wasn’t a spell.
Those two thoughts helped him
relax…just the slightest bit.
* * *
Buffy stared at the ruined
jacket in her hand as she walked through the courtyard that led to Giles’ front
door. She stopped suddenly and
smiled. Their front door. It had
been their front door now for the past two months…and it still made her
smile when she thought about it.
She wiped the back of her hand
across her cheek, inadvertently smearing dirt over her skin, as she
yawned. Six vamps tonight. She’d faced more before…but these had been
hard-fought victories. She reached for
her key that she always kept in her pocket and then shook her head.
He still didn’t lock the
door. Not until she was home,
anyway. That was another thing about him
that made her love him even more. She yawned
again and turned the door knob, pushing the door open.
* * *
Giles stood up as the door swung
open, his expectant smile fading as he took in her appearance. “Are you alright?”
“Huh?” She asked wearily, closing the door and
dropping her ruined jacket to the floor before making her way across the room
to him. “Oh, yeah…I’m fine. Vamps were extra fighty tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow, lifting
his hand to wipe the dirt from her cheek with his thumb. “Fighty?”
She chuckled softly and met his
eyes. “No making fun of my descriptions
tonight…I’m exhausted.”
He felt a wave of disappointment
wash over him at her words, successfully stamping it down before she could
notice. He pulled a dry leaf from her
hair and offered her a warm smile.
“Well, why don’t I run you a hot
bath…complete with bubbles for relaxation.”
She gave a sigh of contentment,
leaning forward and resting her cheek against his chest. “Mm…that sounds wonderful.”
As he wrapped his arms around
her and dropped a kiss on the top of her head, she felt the unmistakable
sensation of his erection press against her.
She tilted her head upwards to look at him, a gentle smile on her lips.
“And what have you been doing?”
“Thinking. Missing you.
Researching. The usual.” He replied quickly with a smile.
Her smile faded when she felt
another yawn sneak up on her. She shook
her head sadly and sighed.
“I’m sorry.”
His brow furrowed at her
whispered apology. “Pardon?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “Well, you’re all…” She gestured towards his groin and sighed
again. “You know…and I’m so tired that I
can barely keep my eyes open and – ”
He cut her off with a gentle
kiss and smiled. “Buffy…I’m not asking
you to make love with me tonight.
Perhaps if your evening had not included ‘extra fighty vamps’, I might
be more inclined to attempt to persuade you.”
“But – ”
He shook his head and placed two
fingers over her lips. “It isn’t as if
I’ve never been in this predicament before, love. Now, come…let’s go see about that nice, hot
bubble bath for you, yes?”
She leaned forward as he moved
his fingers from her mouth, resting her cheek against his chest again as she
wrapped her arms around his waist. “I
love you so much, Giles.”
He rubbed soothing circles over
her back, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “And I you, Buffy.”
It was at that moment that he
realized what the problem was…why his need for her seemed to be so incredibly
intense. He had been right earlier in
that it had nothing to do with a spell at all. It had absolutely nothing to do with a spell
and everything to do with his love for her.
He had never felt desire this intense before simply because he had never
loved anyone as deeply and completely as he loved Buffy.
He silently admonished himself
for not being able to figure it out much sooner than he had. They had been together for eight months…and
he had loved her for much longer than that.
Looking down at her in his arms,
he smiled and gently rubbed her back.
His smile grew as she sighed contentedly.
Of course he loved her. Of course he wanted her. But, it was a different matter altogether
when he was considering asking her to spend the rest of her life with
him…taking his name as her own, maybe even creating a child or two together.
And therein lay the cause of the
nearly painful level of desire for her.
He sighed softly and continued
to hold her, enjoying the sensation of her relaxing in his embrace. Sex could wait. Right now, she was exhausted…and he had
promised to draw her a hot bath.
He pulled back just enough to
look down at her. “Come on. Let’s get you into the bath before you fall
asleep standing up.”
She tilted her head upwards and
smiled sleepily. “What did I ever do to
deserve you?”
Trailing a fingertip down her cheek,
he lowered his voice to a warm whisper.
“You were born.”
Her smile grew as he cleared his
throat and took a step back, gently taking her hand and leading her to the
bathroom.
* * *
“What’s wrong?”
Buffy looked up from her
nonsensical doodles and met
“Sorry, Will.” Buffy sighed and glanced at the door leading
to the basement of the shop. “I guess
I’m just a little preoccupied right now.”
Buffy snorted at
“Oh…”
Buffy sighed again, allowing her
eyes to drift over her lover’s ass as he bent over to pick up a charm that had
fallen from its display. “He was so…and
I…”
Buffy lowered her eyes, studying
her nails intently. “He wanted me last
night. And…I was too tired to do
anything.”
Anya snorted as she walked by
the table, her ears picking up on Buffy’s statement. “He always wants you, Buffy.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and looked
at
“Was he upset?”
Buffy smiled softly as she shook
her head. “No. I think he was a little disappointed at
first, but…no he wasn’t upset with me.”
“I think you should see how long
he’ll hold out.” Anya stated
matter-of-factly as she sat down at the table with them.
Buffy narrowed her eyes. “What?”
“Well, you two never let it
build. You feel it and you take it…or
give it straight away, or at least as soon as possible. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing…I’m just
saying it could be better.”
“Anya…”
“What do you mean?”
Anya smiled, she had definitely
gotten Buffy’s attention with that.
“Have you two ever really let loose?”
“Anya!”
Buffy bit her bottom lip as she
thought. Anya smiled as she leaned
forward, glancing at Giles, who was busy helping a customer.
“You’re thinking too long,
Buffy. I’m not insinuating that your sex
life isn’t fulfilling. I can only
imagine what a passionate lover Giles is…”
She grinned as Buffy’s eyes flashed.
“I love Xander…I don’t want Giles.”
“No one has ever satisfied me
the way Giles does.” Buffy responded,
her eyes drifting over Giles’ body.
Anya sat back and smiled. “Xander and I do this thing…not often. I’ll hold out…until he can’t take it anymore
and just…takes me. And it’s so
passionate and…erotic…”
Buffy’s brow furrowed. “I really didn’t need that mental
image of Xander, but…I get what you’re saying.”
Anya rolled her eyes. “No one is teasing anyone,
She turned her attention back to
Buffy and continued. “It’s important
that there’s reassurance during the first time or two…you know, making sure
that he knows you aren’t mad at him.
Xander knows when I’m playing the game now…and sometimes he’s the one to
start it. But, he didn’t know at
first…so I had to make sure that he did know that I still loved him and
desired him.”
“Would take Buffy into the
training room right now and make love to her if Buffy asked him to. Which would be all well and good…” Anya smiled as Xander walked through the
front door of the Magic Box before looking at Buffy. “But, what would be more satisfying right
now? Having Giles make love to you? Or having him just take you…in a completely
animalistic way?”
With that, Anya stood up and
walked over to Xander. As she gave him a
deep, welcoming kiss, Buffy turned to
“Buffy…I don’t know that this is
such a good idea…”
Buffy merely smiled. Her mind was made up.
* * *
Giles leaned his head back
against the shower wall. He groaned
softly as the warm spray hit him directly in the chest, the water flowing down
his torso. This was the second night in
a row that he had done this while Buffy slept in their bed.
His need for her was growing, it
had been four days since they’d made love.
And this was the result…him sneaking off to the shower at three in the
morning to jack off. It wasn’t Buffy’s fault and he held no ill feelings
towards her.
She couldn’t help the fact that
she was too tired when she had returned home from patrols. And he’d been too busy at the shop during the
day when she’d come by to visit. He had
no reason to think that her feelings for him were changing. After all, she still curled up against him
every night, wrapping her arms tightly around him as they slept.
She had just been so very
tired. She needed her sleep.
His groan was muffled by the sound
of the shower as he came forcefully. He
closed his eyes, breathing deeply as the water washed away the evidence of his
ejaculation.
Maybe he’d ask Xander and the
others…or even Spike…to take care of patrol one night soon.
* * *
The following night had been the
same. Buffy had come home from patrol
and stated her exhaustion. Giles had
nearly groaned in frustration, but caught himself in time. Instead, he had made them a pot of tea while
she took a hot shower.
Had he known that while he was
staring at the teapot and waiting for the leaves to steep, Buffy’s fingers were
thrusting into her warm depths and coaxing herself to an intense orgasm, he
would have joined her in the shower instead of wasting time with the tea. He would have replaced her fingers with his
thick, hard cock and brought them both to orgasm.
But, he wasn’t aware of what she
was doing. After all, her exhaustion was
obvious. He had no idea that right at
that very moment she was biting her lip to keep herself from screaming his name
as she came violently.
And so…he tended to the tea and
fought the urge to rub his aching cock through his jeans. He made the decision right then to talk to
Xander and the others tomorrow about taking care of patrol soon…perhaps the
upcoming weekend.
As for tonight, he’d prepare a
cup of tea for her and then take her to bed.
He’d hold her as she fell asleep…tightly hold her as he focused on not
thrusting his hips against her backside.
And after she was asleep, he’d take a shower…and cry out her name as he
came.
* * *
Two days later,
“So…how’s the not having sex
thing going? How long has it been now?”
Buffy sighed. “A week tonight. I thought he was going to break last
night. But…he didn’t.”
“And…I don’t know how much
longer I can keep this up.”
“You know…things that work for
Anya and Xander might not work for you and Giles. Giles is more of the upfront type of
guy…maybe you should just tell him what you want.”
Buffy snorted and brushed her
hand through her hair. “Oh yeah…I’m sure
that if I look at him and say ‘would you just fuck me already’, he’d be
perfectly okay with it.”
Buffy glanced at her best friend
and chuckled. Willow offered her a
smile, shifting her bag to her other shoulder as she tried to come up with the
best possible way to say what was on her mind.
Realizing what she was doing,
Buffy sighed softly. “Just say it,
Will.”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve made sure that he knows that.” She smiled at the concern in
“And he’s not worried?”
Buffy chuckled. “Yeah, we have. It’s not like we have sex twenty-four seven,
you know. I’ve just convinced him that I
feel fine, just tired.”
“So…he was worried?”
Buffy nodded slowly as the Magic
Box came into view. “Yeah. And I nearly begged him to make love to me
because he was so worried that something was wrong with me. But, he just smiled and held me tighter…and
said that he could wait until I was ready.”
“I’m going to marry him.” Buffy replied after a brief hesitation.
Buffy grinned and shook her
head. “No…but, I know that he’s the man
I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
So, when he decides that the time is right…I’ll say yes.”
Buffy laughed softly and
gestured towards the Magic Box with a tilt of her head. “He kinda brings that out in me. Which just makes me love him even more.”
* * *
Giles looked up as Buffy and
She dropped her bag onto the
table and sat down,
Buffy looked up at him curiously
as he reached down and gently took hold of her wrist. “Giles?”
“May I see you in the training
room for a moment?” He replied in a calm
tone. “I came across something earlier
in my research of that Prackhish Demon you encountered last night.”
“Yeah.” Buffy nodded as she let him pull her out of
the chair. “Is it bad?”
“Could be.” He whispered, his eyes darting to her
backside as she walked in front of him.
As he closed the door to the
training room behind them, Anya grinned at Willow.
* * *
Buffy turned towards him when
she heard the soft click of the latch as the door closed. “How bad is it?”
“Some things are worse than
others.” He replied cryptically, locking
the door and taking a step towards her.
“Huh?” She asked in a confused tone, not missing the
flash in his darkened eyes. “What
things?”
“The Prackhish Demon is fairly
harmless…once it’s dead.” His eyes
darted to her chest before meeting her gaze again. “We…should stop this game.”
“Game?” She whispered, taking a step back as he
slowly advanced forward.
“Mm-hm.” His tongue ran across his bottom lip as she
stepped onto the training mat. “I’m as
guilty as you in this. It’s a foolish
game…and we’re foolish for playing it.
Perhaps we should be honest and just…tell one another what it is that we
want.”
“Giles…”
He grinned as her back hit the
pommel horse, stopping her backwards movement.
His eyes darted to her lips as he pressed his hands against the worn
leather cover of the horse, either side of her so that she was effectively
trapped. His voice was thick with lust
when he spoke.
“Round one goes to you,
Buffy.” He bent his head, placing warm
kisses along her neck before whispering into her ear. “If you want me to fuck you…all you have to
do is say so.”
“I…”
He chuckled as her words became
caught in her throat. “Tell me, Buffy…is
that what you want? Is that what you’ve
wanted for the last week?”
“Giles, I…”
He interrupted her swiftly,
slipping his left hand under her thin t-shirt.
“Do you want me kneeling behind you…my hands on your delectable ass
while I’m fucking you?”
Her eyes closed as his fingers
brushed over her satin bra, teasing her suddenly erect nipple. “Delectable?”
“Mm…” He gently rolled her right nipple between his
fingers, pinching it lightly as he placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You know it is. You know how much you turn me on, Buffy.”
“What if…” She uttered a soft groan as his right hand
moved to her hip, pulling her body tight against his erection. “God…what if I…want to be on top?”
He grinned, shaking his head
lightly as his fingers moved to the button of her jeans and quickly pulling it
free. “That’s not what you want.”
Her eyes opened as he lowered
the zipper, meeting his intense gaze.
“Could be…”
“If you had been the one to give
in, I’d be inclined to believe that you wanted to fuck me.” He exhaled deeply as he tugged her jeans down
to her thighs, along with her satin and lace underwear. “But, you didn’t…which tells me that you want
to be fucked instead.”
She shuddered as his fingertips
brushed through her damp curls. “Giles…”
His left hand gently squeezed
her breast one more time before he pulled it away, gripping the hem of her
shirt with both hands and pulling it up over her head. She trembled as he stared at her, letting the
shirt drop to the floor at their feet.
“I want to fuck you,
Buffy.” He declared in a lust-laden
voice as he unbuckled his belt. “I have
every intention of taking you right here…right now.”
She nodded slowly, her hands
shaking as she reached up to pull his tie free.
“Yes…right here, right now.”
His eyes flashed with desire as
he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.
When she started to kick her shoes off, he shook his head quickly. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question,
biting her lip as the fingers of his left hand slipped through her wet folds.
“This is as undressed as I want
either of us to be right now.”
Her hips arched against his
hand, increasing the pressure as his fingers rubbed her swollen clitoris. “But…my jeans…I mean…it works for you, but…”
He grinned and licked his lips
as he reached into his boxers, drawing his thick erection out. “It’ll work for you as well, Buffy.”
She whimpered as he removed his
hand and took a step back, staring unabashedly at her half-nude body as his
hand gave his cock a firm stroke. When
she took a clumsy step towards him, her jeans around her knees, he shook his
head.
“On your knees, love.”
Those four words, along with the
husky tone in which they were said, were nearly enough to make her come then
and there. She stared into his eyes as
she dropped to her knees in front of him.
“What now, Giles?”
His eyes darkened another
shade. “Lean over…palms flat on the
mat.”
He inhaled sharply as she
complied, looking up at him over her left shoulder. “Is this how you want me?”
He nodded as he roughly pushed
his pants and boxers down his thighs and dropped to his knees behind her, his
right hand grasping her hip as he used his left to guide the head of his
erection to her warm entrance. “God
yes.”
Her body trembled in
anticipation. He smiled when he heard
her urgently whisper his name. That’s
what he wanted. He wanted her nearly as
frustrated as he was. He wanted to hear
her beg him. He held still until he
heard the words.
Even her voice trembled as the
words tumbled from her lips. “Please,
Giles…please…”
He entered her with one quick
thrust, stilling just long enough for her to catch her breath. Gripping her hips tightly, he pulled back and
plunged forward again. He smiled as she groaned, his thumbs pressing hard
against her flesh as he kept up his hard and quick pace.
Her hands slid forward, her
upper body lowering until her forehead rested on the thick cushioned mat. Three distinct sounds could be heard…his
grunt, a wet slap, her groan…in quick succession until it seemed as though the
sounds melted into one.
He was bruising her flesh with his
grip, but found he didn’t care. Her
bruises would fade quickly and he knew that he couldn’t truly hurt her, not
physically. Though, he did wonder if he
was thrusting too hard considering he could feel the head of his cock hit her
cervix with each stroke.
She allayed his concern by
groaning four words.
“Harder…fuck me harder…”
He complied eagerly, lifting his
right hand and lightly smacking her firm buttock when he felt her muscles begin
to quiver around him. She pushed her
upper body back up, moving her hips back to meet each of his thrusts.
“God, yes! Giles!”
He smiled as she screamed his
name, her fluids rushing over his cock as her orgasm crashed over her. Just a few more strokes later, he cried out
her name as he came deep within her. Her
arms gave out, sending them both to the mat beneath them.
His softening cock slipped from
her, causing her to groan. He rolled
onto his back and reached for her.
“Christ…come here, Buffy.”
She smiled at his gruff tone and
slipped into his embrace, easily capturing his lips with hers. She reluctantly broke the kiss when she found
that she was having trouble catching her breath. Leaning over him, she inhaled deeply as she
ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
“I love you, Giles.”
He licked his lips and gasped
for air. “No more games, Buffy.”
“No more games.” She agreed softly and brushed her lips across
his. “I’m sorry for putting us through
that…”
“No apologies either.” He replied with a smile, lifting a trembling
hand to the side of her face. “I love
you so very much, Buffy. Just…from here
on in, tell me what you want…and I’ll do the same for you.”
She leaned into his touch and
sighed in contentment. “How did you
know?”
He chuckled softly and pulled her
down to rest on his chest. “Xander
mentioned something about Anya playing her game again…you got up in the middle
of the night and left the room, only to come back with your scent on your
fingers. I simply…deduced.”
She laughed and gently rubbed
his chest, the cotton of his shirt soft under her touch. “I should probably thank Anya.”
He looked into her eyes and
smiled. “I already have, love.”
Just as the words left his
mouth, there was a tentative knock on the door.
“Giles? I’m getting ready to close up shop for the
day. I’ll lock the door on the way
out. See you tomorrow.”
When Giles didn’t answer, Buffy
lifted her head and furrowed her brow.
“Aren’t you going to say anything to her?”
He shook his head slowly, using
the fingers on his left hand to push the strap of her bra off her
shoulder. “She wouldn’t be able to hear
me anyway.”
“Why not?” She asked, inhaling sharply as he opened the
front clasp on her bra.
“I had Xander sound-proof the
training room earlier this week.” He answered
with a smile, his eyes darting to her breasts as they spilled from the satin
bra. “My God, you’re lovely.”
She glanced down as her fingers
nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, smiling when she noticed his semi-hard cock. “You’ll be up for round two in a few
minutes…”
He nodded slowly, swallowing
hard as her hands opened his shirt. He
sighed as she lowered her mouth to his chest, her tongue gently caressing his
hardened nipples.
“Buffy…”
“Mm?” She mumbled against his skin as she kicked
her shoes off.
He kicked off his own shoes and
rolled their bodies until she was on her back.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and then allowed him to remove
her socks, jeans, and underwear. He
lightly ran his fingertips over the pale bruises on her hip.
“Make love with me.” He whispered, lifting his eyes to meet her
gaze.
She smiled warmly, leaning up to
kiss his lips. “Nothing else I’d rather
do right now, Giles.”
He finished undressing as he
returned her kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth as his socks were tossed
onto the floor, followed by his trousers and boxers. His tongue caressed hers, her hands roaming
over his back as he moved between her thighs.
As he slowly sank into her,
their mouths parting from the kiss as they moaned, he knew. As much as they had both obviously enjoyed
the results of the game that she had initiated, and would probably repeat at
some point in the future, there was nothing that satisfied him more than
looking into her eyes and seeing her love for him as he moved slowly within
her.
He cast a quick glance at his
trousers as she pulled him down to place a line of warm, open-mouthed kisses
along his neck. Luckily, the box hadn’t
fallen from the pocket. It wouldn’t do
for his surprise to be spoiled by something as simple as that.
His plan was to ask her tomorrow
night, after dinner at her favourite Italian restaurant. He had even talked Xander and the others into
taking over patrol for the evening.
Hearing her moan his name, he
smiled and returned his full attention to her needs. He could think about tomorrow night much
later…
~ End
Bunny given to
me by 4thderevko. Bunny is as follows:
This time, GILES
is frustrated and Buffy, for some reason, is delaying. Part real excuse, part
teasing...Or excuse leads to teasing... But finally... FRAO, please! ;)