Title: Explanations
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Immediately following Bound
Synopsis: Giles faces the consequences of his actions.
Author’s
Note: This is an approved sequel to wyvernwolf’s Bound. Not only did she approve it, but she betaed
it as usual. So…special thanks on a
couple of counts there.
Giles stopped for a
red light and looked down the road to his left.
That was the way to the hospital.
That was the way he wanted to go…because that’s where Buffy was.
He sighed heavily as the
light turned green and he went straight ahead.
He wanted to turn
left, but he had promised
An argument had
ensued, but eventually he realized that he would do Buffy no good in his
current condition. And so he had left to
go home. He hadn’t made it home
though…not when he had passed Ethan Rayne strolling down the street.
He had spent the last
couple of hours torturing Ethan for what he had allowed to happen to
Buffy. Even though Ethan claimed
innocence in the knowledge of what was to happen, Giles didn’t believe him. Why would he?
The entire situation reeked of Chaos and Ethan Rayne.
His cock twitched in
his trousers as his mind replayed exactly how he had ‘tortured’
Ethan. He reached down and pressed his
hand against his growing arousal.
Knowing Ethan, he was probably still cursing Giles’ name…still tied to
Spike’s bed…still incredibly hard.
He briefly wondered
what Spike’s reaction would be. Spike
wouldn’t kill Ethan, because he couldn’t.
But he was curious as to whether Spike would take advantage of the
situation. And then he realized that he
didn’t exactly care.
He groaned as he
unconsciously rubbed his hand over his erection. Right now, he needed to get home. He had just enough time to grab a shower,
drop some Visine into his eyes, and head back to the hospital.
With any luck, he’d
be able to convince
* * *
Buffy rolled her eyes
as she walked into Giles’ apartment, flanked by
“Guys, I can
walk…” She groaned in exasperation as
Xander closed the door.
Xander smirked,
leading her towards the couch. “Yeah,
sure you can. And if Giles sees you
walking in here without any help…when you’re actually supposed to still be in
the hospital…he’ll throttle us.
Therefore, you get help walking.”
Xander looked at
At that moment, the
front door opened and a very tired looking Giles walked in. His eyes widened as he stared at the three people
standing in the middle of the living room.
“I…uh…I got a little
sidetracked.” He looked at Buffy in
concern. “Why are you not in the
hospital?”
“Slayer
healing.” She answered simply, her body
beginning to hum as her senses picked up on his arousal. “Where have you been?”
He darted a quick
glance at Xander. “You shouldn’t have
let her leave.”
Xander snorted in
amusement. “Yeah, you see…we tried the
whole ‘doctors are your friend’ speech.
But, she only wanted you. I guess
she likes it when you play doctor.”
When all of them
stared at him, Xander closed his eyes and shook his head. “And I so didn’t mean that the way it
sounded. I think I should go…because…I
just should.”
Buffy grinned and
rubbed his arm sympathetically. “Poor
Xander. Scared by the sexy
Watcher/Slayer images…”
Xander gave her a
mock glare. “You’re really not helping.”
Buffy turned her eyes
back to Giles. Though she saw the
concern in his eyes, she also saw the desire…and she knew that he knew that she
could see it, could feel his burning need for release.
“Guys? Um…would you mind…you know, going home? I’m really tired and I just want to snuggle
up with my Watcher for a while.”
Giles gave her a
crooked smile, but gave no verbal reply.
When they walked out the door and closed it behind them, Giles flicked
the lock and sighed. He heard the
leather of the couch creak softly as Buffy eased herself down.
“You should have let
the doctors keep you in for observation for at least one night.”
“I feel fine,
Giles. A little sore, but…I’m
good.” She offered him a small smile
when he looked over at her. “Where were
you? And don’t tell me that you went for
a walk…or a drive…to clear your head.”
She glanced at his
groin and arched an eyebrow. “Because I
don’t believe you get that worked up by taking a walk or going for a drive.”
He exhaled a deep
breath and walked over to her, not looking at her as he sat down on the couch
next to her. “I, uh…”
When he hesitated,
she turned towards him, wincing lightly as her healing wound pulled. “Giles?
I…I think you need to tell me what happened. Because…the doctors gave me a lot of
painkillers and now my head is coming up with all kinds of different
possibilities and I really don’t want to think about you with another woman
while I’m lying in a hospital bed.”
He looked at her
sharply. “No. It wasn’t…I wasn’t with a woman, Buffy. I wouldn’t do that…not to you.”
“I know…but heavy
painkillers make you think funny things.”
She glanced down and noticed that his erection had subsided
somewhat. “You weren’t with a woman? Does that mean you were with a man?”
Giles swallowed
nervously. He had told Buffy the truth
about his sexual curiosity as a late teen.
She knew that he had had a couple of male lovers in the past…and she
knew that one of them had been Ethan for a time.
“Ethan was responsible
for your injury.” He whispered, his eyes
automatically moving to her side…where she had been stabbed. “I…are you sure that you’re okay?”
She lifted her hand
from her side and lifted her shirt, exposing the bandage. “I promise, Giles…I’m fine.”
Giles nodded,
tenderly brushing his fingertips over the bandage. “I was so frightened. I thought I’d lost you.”
Buffy smiled and
lifted her hand to his cheek. “It’ll
take a lot more than an impy demon with a knife to take me away from you.”
Giles watched his
fingers gently pull the tape from the bandage.
“I saw Ethan on my way home from the hospital. So, I stopped…and pulled him into the
car...after I gave him a quick thrashing.”
He continued as he
carefully peeled away the gauze. “He
admitted that he had been working with the demon, but said that he didn’t know
what the demon’s true intentions were.”
He looked up and met
her eyes briefly. “I didn’t believe
him.”
She saw the flash in
his eyes and rubbed her thumb over his cheekbone. “What did you do?”
Giles cleared his
throat as his fingers traced the edges of the wound. “It doesn’t look very bad at all now.”
She ignored his
comment and repeated her question. He
sighed heavily and moved his hand to her thigh.
“I took him to Spike’s
crypt…and tied him to the bed.”
Buffy’s eyes widened
slightly. “Did you…Giles, did you…” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Did you fuck him?”
Giles narrowed his
eyes as he stared into hers. “No. Why the hell would I do that? Why would I reward him for hurting
you? That demon could have killed you,
Buffy!”
“Ssh.” She moved her hand to his neck, her fingers
gently massaging him as she urged him to calm down. “It’s okay, Giles…just…what did you
do?”
Giles felt his anger
spark within him again as he described what he’d done.
“I blindfolded him…I
ripped his clothes from him…and then I wrapped my hand around his cock.”
Buffy inhaled
sharply, but said nothing. However, she
did move her hand to his chest and gently rubbed her palm over his left nipple.
“He thought I was
going to make him come.” He grinned
absently and shook his head. “But I know
what hurts Ethan as much as a sound thrashing…and that’s being denied release.”
“How many
times?” She whispered.
“Four times I brought
him to the edge…but I didn’t let him go over.”
He licked his lips and stared into her darkened eyes, his erection hot
and hard once again. “I left him
there…writhing on Spike’s bed, begging for me to let him come.”
Buffy raised an
eyebrow. “You left him there? You know that Spike’ll probably…”
“I don’t care.” He whispered, his eyes darting to her lips as
her hand slowly moved down his torso.
“He was responsible for hurting you…and all I could think about was
hurting him in return.”
Her tongue slid along
her bottom lip as her fingers pressed against the hard bulge in his
trousers. “Did you come?”
“No.” He choked out, his fingers tightening on her
thigh. “I didn’t want to give him the
satisfaction.”
“But you want
to…come, that is.” She stated in a husky
voice.
“God yes.” He whispered, covering her hand with his and
pressing it harder against him.
“But…you, uh…you should rest…”
Her eyes sparkled as
she pulled her hand out from under his, leaving his resting on top of his
cock. “I want to watch you.”
He gasped as he gazed
at her. “Watch?”
“Mm-hm.” She murmured, glancing down and then
smiling. “Make yourself come and let me
watch, Giles.”
“I…”
She looked into his
darkened green eyes and bit her lip.
“Please?”
He knew that he could
never deny her when she looked at him like that. And, God help him, she knew that as
well. As a result, neither of them were
surprised to hear the soft metallic clink as he unbuckled his belt.
She dropped her gaze
to his groin when she heard the sound of his zipper being lowered. She breathed a soft sigh as he pulled his
erection free from his boxers.
“Oh…yes…”
He smiled, his eyes
flickering with lust, as his hand tightened around the shaft. “I, uh…I don’t think it’ll take long, love.”
She nodded in agreement
and licked her lips again. “I think
you’re right…”
“Buffy?”
“Huh?” She mumbled, her eyes fixed on the glistening
tip of his cock.
“Can you do something
for me?” He asked gently.
“Yeah.” She looked up at his eyes and smiled. “What?”
“Unbutton your
shirt.” He gave his erection a slow
stroke. “Please…”
Her smile turned to a
grin as her fingers deftly pulled the buttons free. “You want to look at me while you jack off?”
“Yes.” He replied hoarsely, his eyes darting to her
lace covered breasts. “But…what I really
want is to cover your nipples in my come.”
Her chest heaved as
she inhaled sharply, her fingers trembling lightly as she opened the clasp on
the front of her bra. “Giles…”
“And then I want to
suck them clean…” He lifted his eyes to
hers, his hand quickening its pace on his erection. “If you’re up for it…”
“God yes…yes, I am…”
He gave her a quick
nod and moved to sit on the coffee table.
His voice was gravelled with desire when he spoke.
“Lay down,
Buffy. Push your shirt open further…let
me see how hard your nipples are while you watch me…”
She complied eagerly,
relishing the sound of his deep growl as her nipples tightened. She could feel herself nearing orgasm and he
hadn’t even touched her. When she
unbuttoned her jeans, Giles groaned softly.
“Buffy…”
“I want to come
too…” She whispered, carefully lifting
her hips to slide her jeans down.
He knew that she
wasn’t up for him being inside of her, but trusted her to know how far she
could let herself go. His strokes became
slightly erratic as he watched her slide her fingers through her wet folds.
“Christ…Buffy…”
He stood up quickly
and moved next to her, bending his knees enough so that he could hold the head
of his cock against her breast. He
groaned loudly as he shuddered and came, his thick semen coating her left
nipple.
She cried out at the
sensation, her body quivering as she neared orgasm. He kept pumping his cock, her name leaving
his lips on a cry of ecstasy as another spurt landed on the firm flesh of her
breast.
He released his cock
as he dropped to his knees, latching his mouth onto her nipple. He sucked hard, cleaning her of his
come. As his tongue circled the hardened
nub, she screamed, shuddered, and then gasped.
He lifted his head
suddenly when he heard her swift intake of air, concern etching his face when
he realized that her gasp was one of pain.
“Buffy? God, I’m sorry…” He whispered urgently as he lovingly stroked
her hair. “I…”
“Ssh…s’okay.” She mumbled, reaching up to touch his
face. “I’m okay...a little tired, but
okay. You?”
“Don’t worry about
me.” He stated, shoving his cock back
into pants before standing up. “You need
to rest…truly rest.”
Before she could
reply at all, he bent over and scooped her into his arms. She relaxed against him, resting her head
against his shoulder as he started towards the stairs.
He groaned in
frustration as someone pounded on his front door. He looked down, making sure that Buffy was
fully covered before carefully opening the door with a glare firmly set in
place.
“What?”
Spike released a
mouthful of smoke and returned Giles’ glare.
“You wanna tell me why your mate is all naked and tied up in my
bed?”
Buffy stifled her
chuckle and shifted in Giles’ arms. Giles
shook his head and kicked the door shut with the toe of his shoe.
As the door slammed
in his face, Spike’s eyes widened.
“Hey! What the bloody hell am I
supposed to do with him?”
Giles ignored the
shout and continued his journey to the bedroom. Spike stared angrily at the
door for a few moments. Realizing that
Giles wasn’t coming back, he groaned and dropped his cigarette to the ground,
savagely crushing it out with the sole of his boot. He gave the doorframe a solid kick before
turning and stomping back into the darkness.
Buffy smiled as Giles
settled her on the bed. Giles read the
question in her eyes and offered her a tender smile before turning and making
his way to the dresser.
“I don’t know…maybe
Ethan and Spike will find that they’re absolutely perfect for one another…or
maybe they’ll end up killing each other.”
Buffy laughed,
carefully easing out of her clothes as Giles pulled a t-shirt out of the top
drawer of his dresser. “It’s weird how
you do that.”
“Hm?” He murmured, handing the t-shirt to her.
“The way you know
what I’m going to ask before I ask it.”
She pulled the shirt over her head and slipped under the covers.
He smiled, quickly
shedding his own clothes and sliding into the bed next to her. “I’m sure you could do the same if you
thought about it.”
Buffy looked at him,
regarding him carefully before shaking her head. “I’m not upset with you, Giles.”
His smile returned as
he pulled her into his arms and placed a loving kiss on the top of her
head. “See? It’s not that hard to know what I’m
thinking…”
She snuggled against
him, sighing as he gently rubbed her back.
“Did you want him?”
“No.” Giles answered with no hesitation. “I wanted to hurt him, possibly even kill
him…but, I knew I’d never be able to live with myself if I had. I had no desire to be with him.”
“Really?” She asked sleepily.
“Really.” He responded, closing his eyes as he felt her
begin to drift towards sleep.
“Just me?” She mumbled.
He smiled and slid
his hand down to her hip. “Just you,
love. Only you.”
When she didn’t say
anything else, he knew that she had fallen asleep. He also knew that he wasn’t going to be far
behind her. It had been an exhausting
day…and with her here, safe in his arms, and Ethan otherwise occupied…he could
relax.
And tomorrow, if she
wanted, they could discuss more about what took place in Spike’s crypt.
~ End