Life on a Hellmouth - Part Eight

Chapter Seventy-One

He leaned against the doorframe, a smile appearing on his face as he watched her. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t asleep. His eyes drifted to the movement of the blankets covering her, confirming his thought that she was pleasuring herself while she waited on him to get out of the shower.

His smile grew as she released a soft moan. He shrugged the robe from his shoulders and silently made his way to the bed. As he sat down on the edge of the mattress, her eyes opened and the movement stopped.

“Starting without me?”

She licked her lips and shook her head. “Getting ready for you.”

“You stopped.”

She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “You’re here.”

He stood up and pushed the blankets from her nude body. “And…are you ready?”

She glanced at his erection. “Probably as ready as you. But…you’re more than welcome to check for yourself.”

His eyes darkened slightly and he reached out, tracing her lower lips with a fingertip. He looked into her eyes as he slid his finger through her folds, collecting the moisture he found there. She groaned when he removed his digit and lifted it to his mouth, sucking the fluid from his skin.

“You definitely seem ready.”

“Mm-hm.”

He licked his lips and smiled, lowering his head. “I love the taste of you.”

She moaned as he dragged his tongue through her wetness. He pulled her clit into his mouth, suckling gently for a moment. Lifting his head, he grinned and moved his body up and knelt between her thighs.

She opened her glazed eyes and stared at him. “That was…cruel…”

“Cruel?” He reached down and removed his towel from his waist, dropping it to the floor. “It certainly wasn’t my intention to be cruel. I just needed to taste you…I’ve been craving it.”

“Have you?” She lifted her hand and ran it through his shower-dampened hair. “Mm…my freshly showered Giles…”

He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss her. As his mouth moved to her neck, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Giles?”

“Mm?” He mumbled against her skin.

“You didn’t kiss him back.”

His lips left her neck as he pushed himself up and looked down at her. “No. Why would I?”

Her fingers trailed down his chest, circling his nipple. “I don’t know…I guess I just kinda expected it. I mean…he laid a pretty good one on you.”

He supported himself with his left hand and ran the fingers of his right down the side of her face. “He did. However, I’ve told you before that I have no interest in going down that road again. I didn’t kiss him back because I didn’t want to.”

She smiled softly. “I’m glad. I mean, I know Ethan helped us and…I know he’s not a completely bad guy. But…I’m glad you didn’t want to go there with him.”

“I don’t want to go there with anyone, Buffy. With the exception of you, of course.” He carefully extracted himself from her legs and lay down beside of her.

“What are you doing?” She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “I thought we were…”

“Yes, but…I think we should have this conversation.”

“No…no, I don’t wanna talk about this right now. I want you to…”

He placed his hand on her cheek and lightly kissed her lips. “And I will. But, this needs to be said.”

“But – ”

“Buffy, just because someone kisses me does not mean I’m going to kiss them back. I’ve never had that mentality before and I’m not about to start now.”

“He loves you.” She stated quietly.

“Yes. But, you see, I’m in love with you. We’ve discussed my feelings concerning Ethan. And…if I had returned his kiss, it would’ve given him false hope. He took what he needed…and I’m okay with that. But, I couldn’t give him what he wanted, because…”

“You’ve given it to me.”

He smiled and placed his hand on her abdomen. “Yes. And I have no desire to take it back.”

She grinned and rolled him onto his back, quickly climbing on top of him. “That’s good… ‘cause I ain’t giving it back.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You do realize that our children will not understand what the word ‘ain’t’ means?”

She laughed and leaned over him, running her tongue along his ear. “I do realize that. I also now realize how funny it is to hear you say it.”

“You’ll probably never hear me say it again, either. Horrible word, that. Technically, I’m not even sure it is a word. It’s hardly even a valid contraction. What two words does it contract?”

“Giles?”

“Yes?”

She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. “Do me a favour?”

“Anything.” He whispered huskily as she ground her hips against his re-hardening cock.

“Shut up…and make love to me.”

He grinned and pulled her down for a kiss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Amelia finished reading the document and stared at Giles. “You expect me to approve this?”

“I would prefer if you did.” He took a sip of his tea and placed the mug onto the table. “However, I will submit this either way.”

“My husband was murdered. I lost the child I was carrying. Numerous other people were killed in the assault as well.” She shook her head in disbelief. “And you expect me to just sign my name – ”

“Ethan wasn’t responsible for the attack on the Council. That was Quentin Travers’ doing. Travers didn’t recruit Ethan’s help until he arrived in Sunnydale.”

“The Council will not believe that.”

He gave her a quick nod. “It’s my job to convince them otherwise. He’s innocent of the deaths that occurred at the Council. I intend to prove that.”

She sighed heavily. “You’ve made your mind up, haven’t you?”

“Indeed, I have.” He replied evenly, not looking away from her eyes.

“Where is he, Rupert?”

“Somewhere safe.” He leaned forward and took a deep breath. “You won’t find him. The Council Mages will not find him. I don’t even know the exact location of his whereabouts at the moment. But, I know he’s safe.”

“You trust that he’s not a threat?”

Giles nodded slowly. “I do.”

Amelia picked up her pen and tapped it lightly against the table. “And you’re one hundred percent sure that he wasn’t involved?”

“I am.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “You’d better be. I’m placing my trust in you on this, Rupert.”

With that, she signed her name in a quick flourish to the bottom of the document and pushed it across the table towards him. He gave her a soft smile, folded the papers and slipped them into his jacket pocket.

“Thank you.”

She gave him a gentle nod and sat back in her chair. “How is Buffy doing?”

Giles’ smile grew. “She’s well. She’s shopping with Willow and Joyce.”

Amelia tilted her head. “How far along is she now?”

“Nearly five weeks.”

“That’s what I thought.” She collected the empty mugs and walked into the kitchen. “I thought she requested that nothing be bought until she had reached six weeks.”

Giles leaned against the island and chuckled. “Originally, yes. But, apparently there’s a sale going on. Buffy loves a sale.”

He watched her as she methodically prepared two more mugs of tea. “How are you doing, Amelia?”

She hesitated for a split second before she looked up at him. “Honestly?”

“I would expect nothing less.”

“I keep waiting for James to walk through the door.”

When he heard the tremble in her voice, he quickly walked around the island and pulled her into his arms. She fell into his embrace, her tears falling freely.

“I miss him, Rupert. I feel like part of me is dying all over again.”

“I know.” He placed a comforting kiss on the top of her head. “I won’t say it will get better in time. When I lost…someone…people told me that in time, it would get better. It doesn’t. But, in time, you’ll learn to cope with the loss. Now is not the time for coping.”

She sniffled and then began to sob heavily. He held her, whispering soft words of understanding.

When her sobs began to ebb, he steered her into the living room and towards the stairs. “Which room are you occupying at the moment?”

She wiped her eyes and coughed lightly. “Buffy’s old room.”

He gave her a quick nod and led her up the stairs. He couldn’t help but smile at the memories that flooded his mind when he walked into the room. Amelia looked up, silently questioning him.

He shrugged a shoulder and blushed lightly. “Just…memories.”

She offered him a wan smile and sat down on the edge of the bed. He leaned against the dresser and exhaled slowly.

“When are your children arriving?”

She shook her head and glanced out the window. “They’re not.”

“Oh.” His voice didn’t hide his surprise. “I thought – ”

“I’m going home, Rupert.”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Yes, I suppose that would be best for you. It’s hard…living on a Hellmouth…with your family in another country. So many times I wanted nothing more than to sit in the English rain.”

She nodded, turning her eyes towards him. “I miss my children, Ru. I miss my parents. I miss…England.”

He smiled and knelt in front of her. “I do understand, Amelia. Well, not about missing children. I still miss my parents, though it is quite different than you missing yours. But…missing England. That I completely understand.”

She sniffled lightly. “It’s not very green here…and it doesn’t really rain…”

“No. It can be rather depressing at times.” He reached up and brushed a tear from her cheek. “I’m rather sure you need your children right now as much as they need you.”

“Everyone has been so nice. Joyce welcomed me into her home. Your Scoobies are just…sensational people.” She looked into his eyes. “And you…what would I have done without you?”

He sighed softly. “Survived. As you always have. You’ve always been an extremely strong woman, Amelia. That was one of the main reasons I fell in love with you to begin with.”

He cleared his throat and glanced around the room. “Have you…have you made arrangements for your return to England?”

“I was speaking with Holsworthy this morning. He can arrange a flight for me in the morning.”

He gave a nod and looked at her. “Would you care for a lift to the airport?”

She chuckled softly. “Are you in a hurry to get rid of me, Rupert?”

He gave her a half-grin. “Not at all.” He smiled when he heard the front door open. “I think the shopping spree is over. Would you like to come down?”

She shook her head wearily. “I think…I think I need a rest.”

He nodded in agreement and stood up. “I’ll explain the situation to the others, if you’d like.”

She lay down on the mattress and curled onto her side. “Thank you, Rupert.”

“You’re welcome, Amelia. Have a nice rest.”

He made his way into the hall, inhaling deeply as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

* * *

“Giles?” Buffy dropped the six bags she was carrying onto the couch.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, she turned and smiled. “There you are. Whatcha doin’?”

He gestured upstairs. “I was talking to Amelia.”

“Did she approve your thingamajig?”

Giles rolled his eyes. “Yes. Though she’s still a bit unsure of the whole situation.”

Buffy furrowed her brow, as if a thought just crossed her mind. “Did you have your meeting upstairs?”

“Uh, no.”

“But…you were upstairs with her?” Her confusion was easily identified in her voice.

“Well, yes. She…she was upset and I walked her to her room and talked to her for a few minutes.”

“Oh.” She took hold of his hand and rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. “Is she okay?”

“She’s…no, not really. She’s in mourning, missing her children, missing…England. She’s rather distressed in all honesty.” He lifted her hand and turned it over, pressing a kiss into her palm. “She’s leaving for home tomorrow.”

“Oh, wow. That’s, uh…quick.” She tugged him further into the living room. “But, she’s going to be okay, right?”

He gave her a small smile and nodded. “In time, yes. Dealing with loss is always hard in the beginning. She needs her children at the moment.”

“Yeah, I would imagine so. Are you taking her to the airport?”

“I rather thought we would.”

“Then we will.” She smiled lovingly at him. “Not to change the subject, but…would you like to see what we bought for Braden?”

He glanced at the couch and grinned. “Is that all you purchased?”

She laughed loudly. “No. Mom and Will are transferring stuff from Mom’s car to ours. This is just the stuff I wanted to show you now.”

He shook his head, mildly amused. “Did you leave anything for us to buy together?”

“Of course I did, silly! We still have to buy the crib, the car seat, more clothes and toys, shoes…”

“Yes, because newborns have a need for shoes.”

Buffy narrowed her eyes. “You’re abusing sarcasm again, Giles.”

He grinned brightly. “So…let’s see what our son’s first purchases are.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Angel patrolled with Buffy for the last time. He’d be leaving to return to Los Angeles in a few hours. He stood back and smiled as he watched her spin effortlessly into a roundhouse and kick her current foe in the chest.

“I’ll kill you for that, Slayer.” The vampire hissed as he regained his footing.

“What? You weren’t trying to kill me before?” She circled him slowly, allowing him to shake off the effects of her kick.

Angel shook his head in amusement. “Buffy, wouldn’t it be easier if you just staked him and got it over with?”

She shot Angel a glance and easily deflected the vampire’s punch. “Okay, now you’re starting to sound like my husband. And, one Giles in Buffy’s life is enough, thanks.”

“Husband? You’re married?” The vampire stood back and stared at her.

“And you care, why?” Buffy pulled a stake out of her back pocket.

The vampire shook his head. “I just didn’t think Slayers could get married.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Common misconception. But, not that it matters anyway.”

The vampire shrugged his shoulders. “Guess not. It’s just…weird…”

“You know what’s really weird? Having this conversation with a vampire who’s been trying to kill me for over fifteen minutes. So…let’s end this conversation now, shall we?”

Before the vampire could reply, she lunged forward and jammed the stake through his heart. She turned around, twirling the stake in her hand, and grinned.

“God, I’ve missed this!”

“It shows.” Angel replied and fell into step beside of her. “You know the reason that Giles prefers for you to just stake and run, don’t you?”

She slipped the stake back into her pocket and nodded. “Yeah, he worries about me getting hurt.”

“Or worse.” He replied quietly.

“Well, that’s not gonna happen for at least four months.” She responded cheerily.

Angel took hold of her arm and stopped walking, turning her to face him. “Buffy, you can’t afford to get complacent now. I know that it’s a rush to know nothing can harm you, but…don’t let that feeling take over. Because if it does…”

Buffy narrowed her eyes. “Have you been talking to Giles? Because that sounds…really sounds…like something he’d say.”

“No. But, I’d agree with him if he did say it.”

She pulled her arm out of his grasp. “Look, I know you worry and I know Giles worries. But, I’m still training every day and I’m fighting the same as I did before. You know that I was never ‘plunge and move on’ girl. It’s not my style. And…my style has been working pretty damn good for the past six years.”

Angel nodded in agreement. “Just be careful. That’s all I’m saying.”

“And I will be.” She glanced around the cemetery and sighed. “I don’t think anything else is gonna happen tonight. Wanna come over for a cup of tea before you have to go?”

He smiled softly. “Okay.”

Chapter Seventy-Two

Angel followed Buffy into the living room, smiling when he caught sight of Giles. Giles looked up as Buffy entered the room, piles of baby clothes surrounding him. He folded the tiny pair of khaki trousers he was holding and grinned.

“Hello.”

Buffy chuckled and shook her head in amusement as she leaned down to kiss her husband’s lips. “Having fun?”

“I think Braden is going to need a room just for his clothing.” He met Angel’s eyes and smiled. “Hello, Angel.”

“Hi.” He looked at the piles of clothes in mild shock. “Been shopping?”

“Ah, no. This would be the adventures of my wife, Willow, and Joyce. Thankfully, Anya was unable to join in with the expedition.” He shuddered lightly. “There’s no telling what she would have purchased.”

Buffy moved a pile of clothes and sat down next to Giles as Angel sank down onto a chair. She reached over, grabbed his journal from the lamp table and handed it to him.

“Busy night.”

He gave her a quick nod, his eyes automatically giving her a once-over to check for any obvious injuries. He opened the journal and uncapped the pen resting inside. “Vampires?”

Buffy nodded and began to recount the night’s events. As Giles took down all of the important details, Angel picked up a plush pig. After Giles closed the journal, Buffy looked over at Angel and smiled, gesturing towards the pig.

“Willow.” She said in explanation. “She said that Braden needed his own Mr. Gordo.”

Angel chuckled softly and returned the toy to the pile on the coffee table. Buffy stood up and looked down at Giles. “I’m going to make some tea, want one?”

“I’ll get it.”

When he moved to stand, she placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head. “I’ll do it, it’s no biggie.”

He watched her walk into the kitchen and then turned his eyes to the vampire. “How was she tonight?”

“She did well.” A smile shone in his dark eyes. “But she did say that I sounded like you.”

Giles rolled his eyes. “I take it that there was not much ‘plunging and moving on’?”

Angel laughed. “No. But, she handled herself well. She told me that she’s keeping up with her training.”

“That she is.” Giles smiled proudly. “I explained my concerns of her becoming too complacent during these next four months. In fact, she’s been training harder…almost determined not to fall behind.”

Angel nodded appreciatively and then tapped his fingers nervously on the arm of the chair. “She, uh…she told me that Amelia is leaving tomorrow.”

“Yes. She needs to return to her children.” Giles replied softly.

“I thought they were coming here.”

Giles nodded slowly. “That was the original plan. However, the children shouldn’t have to be subjected to life on a Hellmouth while they’re still coping with the loss of their father. In fact, they shouldn’t have to be subjected to it at all.”

Angel regarded the Watcher closely. “How is she coping?”

“Good days and bad days. It’s extremely difficult to lose a loved one…especially through an act of violence.”

Angel cleared his throat softly. “Yeah, I guess you’d know.”

Giles took a deep breath. “Yes, I would…unfortunately.”

The vampire leaned forward, not averting his eyes from Giles’. “I’ve never really apologized for – ”

Giles shook his head quickly. “Please, don’t. I know you feel remorse for what happened. I accept that and…I have forgiven you for your actions while Angelus was present. But, I do not wish to discuss those events.”

Angel nodded in understanding, looking up as Buffy re-entered the room with a tray holding three mugs of steaming tea. Buffy’s eyes glanced between the two as Giles cleared a place on the coffee table for the tray.

“Did I miss something?”

Giles smiled softly. “No. We were just talking about Amelia leaving tomorrow.”

“Oh.” She responded uncertainly and placed the tray on the table. She handed a mug to Angel before picking up the other two and sitting next to Giles. “Why do I get the feeling there’s more to that?”

He took his mug from her and kissed her cheek. “It’s nothing to worry about, Buffy. All is well.”

She glanced at Angel, relaxing slightly when he gave her a nod of agreement with Giles’ statement. She leaned back against the cushions, smiling when Giles brushed his hand over her abdomen.

Angel smiled and drank his tea.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning found Giles carrying two large suitcases to the check-in counter at Sunnydale Airport, with Buffy walking along beside him. He placed them each on the scales while Amelia handed her passport to the gentleman behind the counter.

“Good morning, Mrs. Clayton.” He smiled cheerfully before looking down at the screen in front of him. “You have a flight to L.A. and from there a non-stop to Heathrow?”

“Yes.” She agreed and glanced at Giles.

Giles offered her a warm smile as he reached out to take Buffy’s hand.

“Your husband and daughter aren’t joining you?” The man asked conversationally.

Giles blushed heavily as Buffy laughed.

“Um…he’s my husband.”

“Oh.” He fumbled with the paperwork, handing the boarding pass and passport back to Amelia. “I’m sorry. I just thought…”

Amelia smiled. “It’s quite alright, I assure you.”

“I…” The man sighed softly in embarrassment. “Have a nice flight, Mrs. Clayton.”

“Thank you.”

Amelia turned from the counter and walked towards the gates, Giles and Buffy following closely.

“Amelia, you have an hour before your flight leaves. Would you…would you care for a cup of coffee?”

She smiled at Giles and shook her head. “No. Thank you…for everything.”

“My pleasure.” Giles pulled her into a hug and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “If you need anything…or just need to talk…”

Amelia nodded and pulled from the embrace slowly. “I’m still your immediate supervisor, Rupert. We’ll be in touch…often.”

Giles chuckled. “Yes, well.”

Buffy stepped forward and gave Amelia a hug as well. Amelia returned the hug tightly for a moment and looked into Buffy’s eyes.

“Please thank Joyce for me again.”

Buffy nodded. “I will. She wanted to come, but she had a shipment due to arrive at the gallery. You have her number though, don’t you? You can always call her…”

Amelia smiled again. “I do…and I shall.” Her eyes darted between the couple. “I know I don’t have to say this, but…do take care of one another.”

Giles’ eyes sparkled as he placed his arm around Buffy’s shoulders. “We will.”

She took a deep breath and stared into Giles’ eyes. “I know you’re serious about helping Ethan.”

Giles gave her a half-nod. “Extremely.”

“Send your statement to the judicial committee. I’ll do everything I can to persuade them to your way of thinking.”

Giles’ smile returned. “Thank you. I do appreciate your faith in this situation.”

Amelia shook her head gently. “My faith is in you, Rupert. Not in Ethan. I trust you.”

Giles opened his mouth, but found he couldn’t find his words. Amelia smiled and gave each of them another hug before stepping back.

“I’ll call you when I’m home.”

“Please, do.” Giles spoke softly. “Have a safe journey.”

With no other words spoken, Amelia turned and headed towards the corridor that would take her through security and then to her gate. Giles and Buffy stood still, watching her until she was out of sight.

With a heavy sigh, Buffy rubbed his back. “Ready to go home?”

“Yes.” He nodded slowly. “I believe I am.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next four weeks went by quickly. Giles had issued his statement to the Council Judicial Committee concerning Ethan Rayne and his involvement in the attack on the Council. Amelia kept true to her word, appearing before the committee to support Giles’ stance on the subject.

Giles went through a small stack of mail that he had collected from the mail box on his way back in after his morning run. Buffy grinned at him as she walked into the living room from the kitchen, her hand resting on her now obvious baby bump.

“Anything for me?”

He shook his head as he flipped through the envelopes. “Not today. Unless your name is ‘Resident’ and you’re interested in a new revolution in aluminium siding.”

Buffy chuckled. “Aluminum, Giles…we say aluminum here.”

“Yes. That’s due to the fact that Americans are too lazy to speak properly.” He responded distractedly as he stopped his mail perusal when he recognized the Council Emblem.

“It’s not laziness…it’s the fact that there isn’t another ‘i’ in the word.” She protested quickly. She halted her protest when she noticed he was staring at one particular envelope. “What is it?”

“Hm?” He looked up and sighed. “Oh. It’s from the Council.”

She raised an eyebrow and handed him one of the two glasses of juice she had carried in from the kitchen. “Gonna open it? Or…are you just gonna stare at it?”

He took the juice, dropping all of the envelopes onto the table except for the one from the Council. “Yes, I suppose I should.”

She took his hand and gently led him to the couch. He took a sip of the juice, placing the glass onto the table before opening the envelope and pulling out one piece of paper. He read the letter quickly and took a deep breath.

Buffy sat impatiently for a few minutes. Her impatience got the better of her and she nudged him with her elbow. “So?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He picked up his glass and took another sip. “The final hearing was four days ago. The committee is still in deliberation. They apologize for the delay, however, and will advise me of their decision as soon as it has been reached.”

Buffy narrowed her eyes. “Why didn’t they ask you to be there for the final hearing? Shouldn’t you have been able to give evidence or whatever?”

Giles chuckled softly. “My evidence was in the form of my written statement. I was not permitted to appear at the hearings. This is not like the judicial process of the United States. This is Council Legislation.”

“Oh. So that’s why you worked so hard on the statement…”

“Mm, yes.” He placed the letter on the table and finished his juice. “Deliberating for four days is a very good sign though. It means that they’re actually considering dropping charges against Ethan.”

Buffy smiled brightly. “That’s because you write great statements.”

He grinned and placed his hand on her stomach, his grin growing when he felt his son kick. “Has he been active this morning?”

Buffy swallowed a mouthful of juice and nodded emphatically. “Mm-hm…I think he’s practicing my training regime in there.”

Giles licked his lips and gazed into her eyes. “I’ve always been told that a nice hot shower will help relax an active baby…”

Buffy gave him a lop-sided grin. “You asking me to take a shower with you, Giles?”

He nodded slowly, leaning in to kiss her lips. “Yes, I am.”

She returned his kiss, sliding her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. She pulled back slowly and smiled. “Let’s go then…”

Chapter Seventy-Three

She leaned back against his chest, her eyes closing as his mouth placed warm kisses along her shoulder as the warm water of the shower cascaded over them. His left hand gently rubbed her protruding stomach as his right caressed a slightly fuller breast. When his fingers grazed over the sensitive nipple, she moaned softly.

He lifted his mouth to her ear, flicking his tongue against her lobe. “My God, I want you…”

She carefully turned in his arms, reaching down to wrap her hand around his erection as she leaned forward and covered his nipple with her mouth. She stroked him slowly, smiling against his skin when she felt his chest rumble with a low growl.

She released his nipple and used her free hand to reach behind her to turn the shower off. She looked up into his darkened green eyes and smiled.

“You really need to take me to bed right now.”

He nodded slowly, rubbing her hips as she gave him a final squeeze. He groaned at the loss of contact when she removed her hand. He helped her out of the shower and reached for a towel to dry her body.

“Giles…bed. Now. Forget the towel.”

He watched a drop of water roll down her chest, between her breasts. “We’ll get the sheets wet.”

She took hold of his hand and led him out of the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. “We normally do.”

The corner of his mouth tugged into a half-grin as she climbed onto the bed. “This is true.”

He followed her onto the mattress, placing one knee between her thighs and leaning over her, brushing his erection across her hip. When he heard her whisper his name, he looked up from his task of slowly licking the water from her breast.

“Yes?”

She licked her lips, a flicker of nervousness showing in her eyes. “I want something.”

“What do you want, darling?” He whispered as he combed her wet hair back from her face.

“Something we’ve been working towards for months now…”

His eyes flashed with excitement as his cock twitched against her skin. “Buffy, are you sure?”

“I want it, Giles.” She reached up ran her fingers through his hair. “Do you think I’m ready?”

He bit his lip gently. “Physically, yes. Emotionally…are you really sure about this?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes…”

He rubbed his hand over her thigh as he thought. He swallowed as he nodded, reaching over to the bedside table and opening the top drawer. When he leaned over to pull the bottle out of the drawer, she shifted.

He dropped the bottle onto the bed next to them and touched her hip. “You don’t need to move, darling.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I thought…well, would it be easier if I were on my hands and knees?”

He gave her a soft smile. “Sometimes, yes. But, I’d prefer to be able to see your face.”

She shifted again, lying on her back. “Um…”

“Trust me, Buffy. I honestly think it will be easier for you this way. At least right now.”

She slid her fingertips through the damp hair on his chest. “I do trust you. Just…well, how does it work like this?”

He grabbed his pillow and gently lifted her hips. After sliding the pillow underneath her, he carefully positioned her before tapping her left knee. “Bend your knees, Buffy.”

He inhaled deeply as she complied. “Perfect…”

“Giles?”

He smiled as he looked into her eyes. “The pillow helps with the angle. Penetration is – ”

She chuckled softly. “Not really needing a sex ed lesson right now. I was just wondering why it’s so important to you for us to be like this.”

He rubbed her knee lovingly. “Because I need to see your face.” At her questioning look, he continued. “Facial expressions convey signs of discomfort before you’re able to verbally communicate them. I need to be able to see you…”

“Oh.” She smiled, nodding in understanding.

“I want this very much, Buffy. But…I have no desire to cause you pain.”

She closed her eyes as his fingers slipped through her wet folds. “I love you…”

“I love you too.” He gently pushed two fingers into her, coating them with her moisture before slowly moving them to her anus.

She gasped softly as he carefully worked one finger, then the second, into the tight channel. He thrust slowly, smiling as he felt her muscles relax around his fingers. With his free hand, he grabbed the bottle of lubrication and flipped the top open with his thumb.

Hearing the soft pop of the lid opening, Buffy opened her glazed eyes and held out her hand. “Let me…”

He poured a generous amount of the viscous fluid into the palm of her hand and moved slightly so she could reach him. He groaned as she took his cock into her hand, slathering the hardened flesh with the lube. She stroked him a few times before he moved away and settled himself between her thighs.

He removed his fingers from inside her and pressed the head of his erection against her entrance. He rubbed gently, covering her anus with excess lubrication. He took a shaky breath and gazed into her eyes.

“Buffy?”

She offered him a gentle smile. “I’m sure.”

“I…I’ll stop at any time…”

“I know.” She shifted impatiently. “Please…”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and grasped his erection with his right hand. He leaned over her slightly, supporting himself with his left hand pressed on the mattress next to her side. Taking a steadying breath, he pushed his hips forward, easing the head of his cock into the puckered opening.

He studied her face closely and when he noticed a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, he paused. A few seconds later, when she had relaxed again, he continued. He pressed into her until the head slipped past the sphincter. He halted his movement quickly and bit his lip.

She clenched her jaw and took deep breaths, forcing her body to relax. She opened her eyes to find him staring in concern at her.

“I’m…okay…”

“I can stop…” He whispered softly.

She shook her head. “No, please…don’t stop…”

He continued to inch his way into her, pausing now and then when her muscles would tighten in protest around him. Several minutes later, he was fully embedded and breathing heavily.

“Dear Lord…”

Her hand reached for his arm that was supporting him above her, her fingers tightening around his wrist. “Giles…”

“Are…you alright?” He panted, fighting the urge to thrust against her.

“Slow…”

He groaned softly. “Open your…eyes…”

She forced her eyes open with some difficulty and stared into his. “Please…go slow…”

“Do you…should I…stop?”

She shook her head emphatically. “Slow…”

He began to gently rock against her with slow, shallow strokes. A smile tugged at his lips when he heard her softly moan in pleasure. He followed her lead…her small moans and groans, her gentle pushes back towards him. Gradually, he increased the pace and the length of the strokes. He never took his eyes off of her face, constantly watching for any signs of discomfort.

There were none to be found.

Soon, her moans became louder…asking him to go harder and faster. He complied, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. His right hand slipped in between their bodies, sliding through her moisture until his fingers found her clitoris. He rubbed the hard nub in rhythm with his thrusts.

Her body almost instantly began to tremble beneath him. For the first time since he had entered her, he allowed his eyes to close in pleasure. Her name left his lips on a loud groan as her trembles became more intense. Her nails clawed at his forearm as her hips bucked against him.

Suddenly she screamed his name, her orgasm crashing over her violently. He was able to last for two more long, hard strokes before he followed her, spilling his seed deep within her rectum.

The muscles in his arm quivered, threatening to give out. He forced his eyes open and watched her face as he carefully pulled his softening cock from her anus. She grimaced only slightly when he passed the sphincter again, her brow furrowing at the sound of a soft ‘pop’.

He laid down beside of her and pulled her into his arms. “Buffy?”

She fought to catch her breath, only able to turn her head towards him and give him a soft smile. The smile was enough to let him know that she was okay. His heart pounded in his chest as he whispered soft words of affection to her.

When she was able to move, she rolled onto her side and pulled the pillow out from under her. She snuggled against his chest and grinned.

“That was…amazing…”

He chuckled softly. “I’d have to agree. It’s, um…not an everyday event…”

She gave a bark of laughter. “No…but, it’s something nice to pull out for special occasions.”

“Mm, that it is.”

They were quiet for a few moments before she lifted her head and kissed his lips tenderly. “Plans for today?”

“Another shower.” He replied quickly, earning him a gentle nudge to which he responded with a chuckle. “Other than that, no. What do you have in mind?”

“Mom called earlier this morning…while you were out. Apparently, I have a letter from my father.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…probably a ‘sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding, I was too busy fucking my secretary’ letter.” She shrugged a shoulder and pushed herself up. “But, I thought we could go over and pick it up…maybe take Mom out for lunch?”

He smiled and sat up beside of her. “Take a shower with me?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Been there, done that this morning.”

His smile turned into a grin. “I promise I’ll behave.”

She scoffed in amusement. “Yeah, right!”

“Seriously, I will.” He leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. “I’m too spent to do anything else right now. It’s probably the safest time to shower together.”

She rolled her eyes and climbed out of bed. “Come on then…”

He laughed and pushed himself off the mattress.

Chapter Seventy-Four

Buffy opened the front door of her mother’s house, narrowing her eyes when she heard Joyce’s voice.

“She’s not a child anymore. You need to accept that.”

“Mom?” Buffy called cautiously, taking Giles’ hand and leading him into the living room.

Buffy stopped suddenly and stared at the two people standing in the room. “Uh, I think I might have misunderstood you this morning. I thought you said there was a letter from my father…not that my father was standing in your living room.”

Hank Summers smiled brightly and walked towards her. “Hi, Buffy. You look…” His eyes dropped to her stomach. “Pregnant?”

Buffy placed her hand on her abdomen. “Uh, yeah…I am.” She looked at her mother, who was obviously in a high state of frustration. “Mom?”

“There is a letter. Apparently, in the letter it states that he’s coming for a visit…this weekend.”

Hank grinned at his daughter. “It must’ve gotten lost in the mail.” He glanced down at her stomach again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding. I was in Madrid on a business trip.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and looked up at her husband. “Told you.”

“You got married two months ago, right?”

Buffy nodded, her smile returning. “Yeah, we did. Well, almost three months now.”

Hank finally looked at Giles and narrowed his eyes before turning them back to his daughter. “So…where’s your husband?”

Joyce shook her head in exasperation. Buffy stared at her father incredulously and gestured to the man standing behind her.

“Giles…this is my father, Hank Summers. Dad…this is Rupert Giles, my husband.”

Giles stepped forward, offering his hand to his father-in-law. “Mr. Summers, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Hank shook Giles’ hand limply, his mouth opening in shock. “You…you’re married to my daughter?”

Giles smiled as Buffy slipped her arm around his waist. “Indeed, I am.”

“And…you got her pregnant?”

Giles smile faded, his eyes narrowing. “I prefer to think of it as Buffy and I creating a life together. But, yes…”

“Is that why you married her? You got her pregnant, so you married her?” Hank’s voice rose slightly, warning Buffy that his anger was growing.

Giles stared at the man, his eyes darkening slightly. “No. I married her because I’m in love with her. In fact, we were married before she fell pregnant.”

Hank shook his head in disbelief and met Buffy’s eyes. “Are you having twins? Triplets?”

Buffy laughed quickly. “No! Thank God. Just one happy little boy.”

“You look more than two months pregnant. You have to be at least four…if not more.” When Buffy started to protest, Hank turned around and glared at Joyce. “And you are okay with her sleeping with a man old enough to be her father?”

Joyce crossed her arms over her chest. “I think I’d be more surprised if she weren’t sleeping with him. He is her husband.”

Giles smirked, but was able to stifle his chuckle. Hank just shook his head in annoyance.

“You know what I mean, Joyce.”

Joyce rolled her eyes. “Yes, I know what you mean. And no…I wasn’t okay with it at first. But…Rupert has proven time and time again how much he loves Buffy. They completely adore one another, Hank. So, yes…I’m perfectly okay with her choice in husbands.”

Hank returned his glare to Giles. “How old are you anyway?”

“I’ll be forty-five this year.” Giles replied calmly.

Hank’s eyes widened. “You are old enough to be her father! How can you even think about having sex with her – ”

“Hello Pot, I’m Kettle…nice to meet you.” Buffy interrupted sarcastically.

“Just what do you mean by that, young lady?”

Buffy almost laughed at the stern tone of her father’s voice. Instead, she sighed dramatically. “How old is your current ‘secretary’, Dad?”

Hank blushed lightly. “That’s completely different. She’s…”

“My age? Yeah, I thought so. And…you’re actually three years older than Giles. So…who’s the bigger cradle-robber here?”

“What did he do, brainwash you or something?” He looked back at Giles and noticed the soft smile on his lips. “What the hell are you smiling about anyway? You take advantage of my daughter, get her pregnant, and then trick her into marrying you!”

Giles shook his head. “I’m smiling because my wife has a unique way of saying things. And…for the record, I have never taken advantage of Buffy, I did not trick her into marrying me…and, for the last bloody time, she was not pregnant when I married her. I understand that all of this may come as a shock to you, but had you bothered to get in touch with Buffy when you received the wedding invitation…”

Hank’s eyes flickered with sudden rage, his hand balling into a fist.

Joyce shook her head frantically, calling out her ex-husband’s name as he quickly swung a punch towards Giles. Giles didn’t flinch and Hank’s fist stopped a good seven inches away from Giles’ face. Hank’s eyes widened in surprise to find his daughter’s hand wrapped tightly around his wrist.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her eyes blazed with a sudden anger as she pushed his arm away.

Hank immediately grabbed his wrist, rubbing the now aching joint. “How did you…”

“You were going to hit him? In my mother’s living room? What are you thinking?”

Giles placed his hand on her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. “It’s alright, darling.”

Buffy shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not alright. He was going to hit you!”

Giles gave her a gentle smile. “Yes, I gathered that. And, thank you for your quick reflexes.”

Hank shook his head in disbelief. “How did you do that?”

Buffy blew out an exasperated breath and pointed towards the couch. “Sit down. I guess it’s time to learn about the last four years of your only daughter’s life.”

Joyce and Giles exchanged a quick glance as Hank dutifully sank onto the cushions of the couch. Giles gently turned Buffy towards him.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked quietly.

“No. But what I am sure about is that I can’t have him using you as a punching bag. And…unless we tell him the truth, he’s never going to believe that you married me because you love me. He’ll always think you only married me because I’m pregnant.”

“But, you weren’t – ”

She placed her hand on his chest and sighed. “We know that, honey. He doesn’t. And…unfortunately, I can understand why he doesn’t. I mean…do I look like I’m only almost three months pregnant?”

He placed his hand on her abdomen, smiling when their son kicked. “No…”

She covered his hand with hers and took a deep breath. “So, it’s kinda necessary that we tell him.”

Giles nodded in agreement and leant down to give her a soft kiss. “Let’s tell him then.”

* * *

An hour later, Joyce handed Giles a cup of tea and offered him a smile. Giles tilted his head in a silent expression of thanks and took a sip. Buffy’s hand rested lightly on Giles’ knee as her father stared at her.

“So…vampires are real?”

“Way real.”

“And you kill them?”

Buffy gave him a small smile. “I like ‘slay’ better. It doesn’t sound as bad.”

Giles chuckled softly and Hank looked at him curiously.

“And you’re a…Watcher?”

Giles took another sip of his tea and gave a slight shake of his head. “I’m Buffy’s Watcher.”

Hank nodded slowly and looked at Joyce. “And you knew about all of this?”

Joyce shrugged a shoulder. “Not at first. But I’ve known for the last two years or so.”

“Dad, I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t want you to worry. But, after your reaction today…” Buffy sighed and reached for Giles’ hand. “Giles and I are very much in love and we’re having a baby and…I need you to either accept it or stay out of our lives.”

Hank’s eyes began to glisten and he looked away. “I don’t…this isn’t an easy thing to just accept, Buffy.”

“I know.” Buffy replied softly. “But, if you can’t…you need to leave.”

Hank cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “When is the baby due?”

“Two months and six days.” Giles answered quickly, earning him a bright smile from his wife.

Hank nodded absently. “Will he be like you?”

Buffy shook her head. “Slayers are only female. However, Giles comes from a long line of Watchers. If our son is interested in following his father’s footsteps, he’ll be a Watcher as well.”

“I…” Hank stood up and rubbed his palms against his jeans. “I need to think. I should probably go.”

“Yeah, okay.” Buffy stood up and hugged her father gently. “Don’t go out after dark, okay? Sunnydale’s not really safe…I mean, it is built on a Hellmouth.”

Giles stood as well and handed Hank a cross that he had pulled from his inside jacket pocket. “Should you go outside after nightfall, carry this with you. It’s quite effective at momentarily stunning a vampire. It should give you enough time to run, at the very least.”

Hank nodded numbly and made his way to the door. He paused briefly, looking at the three people standing in the living room. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words formed. Instead, he opened the door and walked outside, closing the door softly behind him.

“That went well.” Buffy muttered softly.

Giles pulled her into his arms and lovingly rubbed her back. “As well as can possibly be expected.”

He chuckled softly and moved a step back from her. Joyce raised an eyebrow in a silent question. Giles smiled brightly and gestured towards Buffy’s protruding stomach.

“Your grandson is awake.”

Joyce ran over to her daughter, immediately putting her hand on her stomach. She grinned as she felt the movement underneath her palm.

Giles smiled happily at the sight before picking up his cup of tea and taking a sip.

Chapter Seventy-Five

“He was going to hit Giles?” Willow’s eyes widened.

“Yeah.” Buffy nodded as she lovingly rubbed her stomach.

“What did Giles do?” Anya sat forward, suddenly very interested in the conversation.

Buffy narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Nothing. That’s what I don’t get. I don’t understand why he was just going to stand there and let Dad hit him.”

Giles walked into the living room with his head bent as he read the paper, a cup of tea in his free hand. “Because he’s your father and he was genuinely upset.”

Anya stared at him as he sat down in the chair. “It’s really weird when you do that. Why do you do that?”

He lifted his head and took a sip of his tea. “What did I do?”

Anya gestured haphazardly. “We’re having a conversation. You appear out of nowhere and give an answer to something that was said and not even look up. It’s like you’re not even paying attention but you knew exactly what was going on and what was being said. It’s weird, stop it.”

Giles chuckled softly and went back to his paper. Buffy watched him for a moment.

“Giles?”

“Mm?” He responded as he turned a page.

“A lot of people get genuinely upset. Hell, vampires are genuinely upset…but, you don’t let them hit you.”

He looked up, his eyes holding his smile. “Yes, but this was about a father who, in his own mind, was protecting his daughter.”

She narrowed her eyes. “But, I didn’t need protecting.”

“And if she did, she wouldn’t need him to do it.” Anya shrugged when the three others in the room stared at her. “I’m just saying.”

Willow rolled her eyes while a small smile played at Giles’ lips. Buffy sighed dramatically.

Giles turned his gaze back to Buffy and folded his paper. “He didn’t understand, Buffy. What would you do if you thought someone had harmed, or was trying to harm, Braden?”

Buffy answered without thinking. “I’d knock the living sh…” It suddenly clicked in her head. “Yeah, okay. I see your point, but…you didn’t deserve to be punched.”

“No, but he didn’t know that.” He placed the folded paper on the coffee table and stood, offering Buffy a bright grin. “Besides, I knew you’d stop him.”

With that, he gave a small nod to Anya and Willow and walked towards the hall. Buffy grinned in amusement, shaking her head as she watched him until he was out of sight…undoubtedly heading to the library.

Willow chuckled. “So…what happened then? I mean, how do you go from your Dad almost hitting Giles to you guys telling him all about Slayers and Watchers and everything?”

After Buffy had recounted the story of explaining things to her father, Anya popped a potato chip into her mouth and smiled.

“And how much did he want to hit Giles after that?”

“I don’t think he did.” Buffy said thoughtfully. “It was like he didn’t know what to believe. Shell-shocked is what Mom called it. He asked a few questions and said he needed to think.” Buffy shrugged a shoulder and reached for the bowl of chips. “I told him if he couldn’t accept it then he should probably leave.”

Willow’s mouth dropped open and Anya gave a quick nod of agreement. Buffy sighed softly and ate another chip.

Willow shook her head softly, closing her mouth and then re-opening it to speak. Her words were cut off by the doorbell sounding. Buffy offered her best friend and smiled.

“Hold that thought, Will.”

Buffy made her way to the door and opened it, her eyes widening in surprise at the visitor.

“Dad?”

Hank Summers offered her a shy smile and held out a package wrapped in light blue paper. “You, uh…said you were having a boy, right?”

Buffy nodded numbly and took the box from her father’s hand. “Yeah, I did. Thank you.”

“It’s not much, but I wanted to get something for my grandson. I…need to leave in the morning. I’d like to stay longer, but I received an urgent phone call from Madrid…”

Buffy gave him a small smile as he trailed off. She stepped back from the door, silently inviting him in. He stepped over the threshold and looked around.

“Seems to be a nice house.”

Buffy grinned and closed the door, tilting her head towards the living room. “Come on, I’ll give you the tour.”

“Am I interrupting anything?” He asked quietly.

“No. Willow and Anya are in the living room. And Giles…is probably in the library.”

Hank looked at her in puzzlement. “Why don’t you call him ‘Rupert’?”

Buffy chuckled as she walked into the living room. “I do sometimes. It’s actually not a good thing if I do.”

Hank laughed. “Kind of like when your mother would call me ‘Henry’?”

“Exactly!” She looked at her friends and quickly introduced them to her father. “I’m just going to show him around the house.”

Willow gave Buffy a bright smile. “We’ll just leave so you guys can have some quality time.”

Buffy smiled appreciatively. Her smile turned to a grimace when Anya chose to elaborate.

“Yes, and I should see if Xander’s ready for sex again.”

Hank stared at the young woman as Willow quickly ushered Anya out the front door. Buffy shrugged a shoulder and chuckled.

“You never really have to wonder what’s going on in Anya’s mind. She’s pretty good about just telling you.”

She led him up the stairs, showing him each room. She opened the door next to her bedroom and smiled.

“This is Braden’s room. We just bought the cot yesterday. It took us forever to find one that we both agreed on.”

Hank smiled as he walked into the room, looking around before running his hand along the smooth mahogany of the railings. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah…” She picked up the plush wolf that Oz had purchased for the baby. “There was a cherry one that I loved, but wouldn’t have looked right with the color of the wall.”

Hank cleared his throat softly. “You said his name is Braden?”

Buffy nodded and dropped the wolf onto the cot mattress. “Braden Rupert Giles.”

“Strong name.” He glanced down at her stomach before meeting her eyes again. “I’m very proud of you, Buffy. I don’t think I’ve ever told you…but, I am. Always have been.”

“Thank you.” She responded softly. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the house. We’ll finish off in Giles’ pride and joy.”

Hank chuckled and followed his daughter out of the baby’s room. She led him through the house, smiling as he commented on the décor of the rooms. When she took him into the basement, she turned around and sighed softly.

“This is our training area. Xander did a lot of work down here for us.”

Hank walked over to the weapons cabinet, carefully eyeing the swords nestled safely inside. “Interesting…”

“Yeah…Giles likes swords. They come in handy sometimes, but mainly I just use a stake or the crossbow.”

Hank turned and looked at her through eyes filled with concern. “Should I be worried about you?”

Buffy shrugged her shoulders and smiled warmly. “I’d say no, but that never worked on Mom. What we have to do is dangerous…and I’ve already outlived most of the previous Slayers. But, I have the best Watcher ever and I have great friends who help out a lot.”

He nodded slowly. “How often do you train?”

“Every day. Giles is kinda insistent on that. Though sometimes I wonder if it’s just so he can have a good swordfight…” When she saw the worried look on his face, she smiled. “Would you like to watch? I’m sure I can talk him into a demonstration.”

Hank’s eyes narrowed slightly. “But…you’re pregnant.”

Buffy smiled. “Having a baby doesn’t stop the Hellmouth. Besides, like I told you earlier…right now nothing can hurt me in anyway.”

“Okay…I have to admit I am curious.”

“Well, let’s go get my husband. And you can see the library while we’re there.”

Hank followed her up the stairs and down the hall. He stood back a few steps when she stuck her head in the doorway.

“Hey, you.”

Giles looked up from the thick volume and smiled. “Hello. I was just thinking about you.”

Buffy grinned and stepped inside, leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t you normally think about me?”

His eyes sparkled. “Always. Are, uh…Willow and Anya still here?”

When she shook her head, he licked his lips. When she saw his eyes darken slightly, she shook her head again.

“They left, but…we do have another visitor.”

“Oh?” He sighed softly and took a deep breath.

“Yeah.” She gave him an understanding smile when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. She leaned back into the hall and spoke to the visitor. “Come on in.”

Giles stood, his eyes showing his surprise when the visitor walked into the room. “Mr. Summers, good evening.”

Hank smiled and walked over, extending his hand. “Please, it’s Hank. I…I have to leave in the morning and Joyce was kind enough to give me your address.”

Giles returned the smile and nodded. “It’s nice that you’ve come by. Would you like a drink or…”

Buffy smiled and took her husband’s hand. “Already asked him, honey. I took him on a tour of the house and…he’s interested in your swords.”

Giles’ eyes lit up happily, causing Buffy to chuckle. She looked at her father, gesturing towards Giles with a tilt of her head. “See, told you. He loves his swords.”

Giles blushed lightly. Hank laughed softly and took a deep breath.

“Buffy has offered to give me a demonstration of your swordplay…if you’re interested.”

Giles grinned. “Of course.”

Chapter Seventy-Six

Hank watched in fascination as his daughter cleanly blocked a series of thrusts and parries delivered at high speed by her husband. Giles smiled proudly as he circled her.

“Good, Buffy.” He twirled the sword in his hand. “Your turn.”

She smiled and unleashed a rapid series of movements, quickly backing him against the wall. He ducked as she sliced through the air, raising his sword to block hers as she swung back in a backhanded arc.

He grunted with effort, shifting his weight and sliding around her until she turned and her back was pressed against the wall. He took a step forward, giving her no room to move. She huffed in annoyance, conceding defeat.

He smiled warmly, raising his free hand to caress her cheek. “Do you know where you went wrong?”

“Where I went wrong won’t be an issue in a true fight.” She replied cryptically.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and lowered his sword to his side. “And why is that?”

She grinned, placing her hand on his chest. “Because where I went wrong was when I thought ‘my God, how hot does he look?’ Don’t think that’ll be an issue in the field.”

He bent his head, brushing his lips across hers. When he heard a soft cough, he blushed and took a step back.

“Shall we continue?”

She shook her head and glanced at her father. “I think that’s enough for now. Maybe we can continue later?” She leaned forward, whispering softly. “Without the swords?”

Giles cleared his throat, his blush deepening somewhat. “Of course.”

He gingerly took the sword from her and made his way to the bench where Hank was sitting. He sat down and picked up the polishing cloth, carefully wiping down the blades. He turned his head and smiled at Hank.

“She’s quite amazing to watch, isn’t she?”

Hank nodded, watching Buffy go through her normal cool down routine. “You don’t really hold back with her, do you?”

Giles replaced one sword to the weapons cabinet and began wiping down the second. “No. Well, not now. In the beginning, yes…until I was sure of her reflexes and speed. I find that she learns at a faster rate if you don’t hold back with her.”

Hank took a deep breath and slowly turned towards Giles. “You’ll take care of her, right?”

Giles put the second sword away and looked into Hank’s eyes, easily reading between the lines of his question. “I’d give my life to protect her. Without hesitation.”

Having heard the last part of the conversation, Buffy sighed and stood in front of the two men sitting on the bench. “We’ve had this conversation, Giles.”

Giles looked up and nodded. “We have. What I promised was that I’d do nothing as foolish as the Cavendale incident. But if it’s only my life that will save yours, I shall give it.”

Buffy took a deep breath and reached out, brushing a lock of sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead. “And we make sure it doesn’t come to that, don’t we?”

He smiled. “We try our level best.”

Hank narrowed his eyes. “The Cavendale incident?”

Buffy exhaled slowly and moved to sit on Giles’ lap, smiling as his hand gently rubbed her stomach. “It was this whole thing where I got ambushed by a few vampires and taken as bait. Cavendale was the head vamp and wanted Giles…so, Cavendale told him that if he gave himself, they’d let me go.”

She reached up and traced the scar on Giles’ neck with her fingertip. “I nearly lost him that night.”

Giles trembled lightly under her soft touch. “But, you saved me.”

Hank watched the exchange closely. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Buffy smiled and began to tell her father the complete story of what happened that night. Giles’ eyes glistened as the memories flooded through his mind. When she got to the part of Giles opening the door to find her in a vampire’s grasp, a tear spilled down his cheek and he lowered his head.

Hank watched in silence as Buffy lovingly wiped the tear from her husband’s face as she continued with the story. When she was finished, Hank had no words for a few moments.

He took a deep breath and met Giles’ eyes. “You truly love her.”

Giles nodded slowly at the statement. “With my entire being.”

Hank gave him a genuine smile and took a deep breath. “I suppose Joyce has already threatened you?”

Giles chuckled softly, carefully edging Buffy from his lap. “Yes, she has.”

Hank stood and again offered Giles his hand. Giles shook his father-in-law’s hand and smiled brightly.

“I suggest you keep it in mind, because it goes double from here.”

Giles grinned and glanced at Buffy. “You’ve absolutely nothing to worry about there, Hank. I assure you.”

Hank gave him a nod and then pulled Buffy into his arms. “I’m sorry I have to go.”

Buffy hugged him tightly and smiled. “I’m glad you came.”

He pulled back and looked down at her. “Call me when my grandson arrives?”

“I will.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

Giles smiled as Hank pulled Buffy into another tight hug.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Giles handed Buffy a cup of tea and sat down beside of her on the couch. “Well, that was a nice surprise.”

She took a sip and nodded. “Yeah, I totally wasn’t expecting that. Maybe Dad’s not such a bad guy after all.”

“No. He’s not bad, he’s just…misguided at times.”

Buffy snorted. “Misguided…is that a nice British way of saying he only thinks of himself most times?”

He merely grinned and took a sip of his tea. Noticing the box resting on the chair, he narrowed his eyes.

“What’s that?”

“Huh?” She followed his gaze and smiled. “Oh, I forgot. It’s a present for Braden. From Dad.”

She handed him her cup and went over to the chair. She picked up the box and returned to the couch, quickly unwrapping the package.

She lifted the lid and smiled brightly as she reached inside and pulled the item out. “I had one of these when I was a baby. Mom and Dad used to say it was the only way to get me to sleep at night.”

Giles looked at the toy, completely perplexed. “A worm?”

Buffy grinned, moving the box to the side and snuggling next to her husband before taking her cup of tea from him. “Not just a worm. It’s a Glo-Worm. See?”

She gave the toy a gentle squeeze, giggling softly when the face glowed softly. Giles smiled and placed his cup on the lamp table.

“You had one of these?”

“Mm-hm. It turned out I was scared of the dark…and when Glowy glowed, I calmed down.”

Giles’ eyes twinkled. “Glowy?”

Buffy nudged his ribs when she heard the teasing tone of his voice. “What else would an eighteen month old kid name her Glo-Worm?”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “You were scared of the dark?”

“Yeah, go figure. And now I spend most of time in the dark fighting monsters.”

Giles slid his arm around her, hugging her gently. “Not so unusual, actually.”

She looked up at him in confusion. “Not unusual to spend most of your time in the dark fighting monsters?”

He chuckled softly. “No. It’s not unusual for a Potential to be frightened of the dark as a young child. They tend to sense that monsters are real. There are real dangers associated with darkness.”

“Oh.” She laid her head on his chest and sighed. “Did you know that I was scared of the dark until I met you?”

Giles exhaled slowly. “Normally the fear ends when the Watcher’s presence is made known to the Slayer. Your fear should have dissipated with Merrick.”

“It didn’t.” She sat up and slid onto his lap facing him. “Maybe I didn’t feel safe enough with Merrick. Or…maybe it’s that something inside of me knew that you were just around the corner. All I know is that the day I met you, my fear of the dark was gone. It was like someone flicked a switch.”

He stared into her eyes for a few seconds before leaning forward and kissing her lips. When he pulled back, she smiled.

“What was that for?”

He returned her smile and rubbed his fingers over her thighs. “Do I need a reason to kiss you now?”

“Well, no.” Her fingers toyed with the soft hair covering the nape of his neck. “Will you take me to bed now?”

“Are you tired, darling?” He asked softly.

“Not exactly. Not after our swordfight anyway.” She leaned forward, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth and gently nibbling before running her tongue over it. “Please take me to bed.”

His eyes darkened as she slid from his lap and held her hand out to him. He took her hand and stood, his smile growing as she led him up the stairs.

Chapter Seventy-Seven

He groaned as Buffy’s third orgasm crashed over her. She opened her eyes and smiled through glazed eyes as she continued riding him, though slowing her pace considerably.

“Do you…have any idea…how incredibly sexy you…look like that?”

He swallowed as she reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow. He tugged gently against the soft material binding his wrists to the top of the headboard. Licking his dry lips, he smiled.

“One of these days, you’ll be the one tied to the bed…”

She grinned and leaned back slightly to look at him. His back resting against the headboard, his arms stretched along the top. Her breasts rubbed against his nipples as she moved slowly.

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his throat to his chin. After giving his chin a playful nip, she exhaled softly and looked into his eyes.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Mm. You?”

She gave him a quick nod. “Yeah…but, I think I’m ready to change positions.”

He inhaled sharply as her nipple pressed against his. “Untie me, Buffy.”

She reached up immediately and pulled the tie binding his left wrist. He quickly wrapped his arm around her as she busied herself with his right wrist. Finally free, he kissed her slowly, sliding his tongue along hers as he gently lifted her off of him.

She broke the kiss with a hiss as his cock slipped from her. He grinned lustfully and whispered with a gravelled voice.

“Hands and knees, darling.”

Her body trembled in anticipation as she complied. Taking his erection into his hand, he moved behind her and eased back into her.

“Oh, God…don’t know how long…I can stay like this…”

He smiled and placed one hand on her hip. “Don’t worry…I’ll hold you…”

He thrust into her slowly, his fingers flexing against her hip in rhythm with his thrusts. When he noticed her arms trembling violently, he carefully lifted her until her back was flush against his chest. He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered softly.

“Can you put your hands on the headboard?”

She nodded, moaning as he continued his gentle thrusts. When she gripped the headboard, he slid his arms under hers and placed both of his hands between hers, effectively supporting her weight.

He kissed her shoulder tenderly. “Relax, Buffy. I’ve got you.”

“Giles…”

Hearing the weary tone of her voice, he slowed his pace until he was gently rocking against her. “Are you alright?”

She moved her right hand to cover his, squeezing gently. He stopped his movement and whispered her name.

“I’m sorry…” She replied softly.

He carefully eased out of her and laid her down, turning her to face him. His eyes were full of concern as he brushed the hair back from her face.

“Buffy?”

Her eyes filled with tears and he felt his heart sink. “Buffy, did I hurt you?”

She shook her head slowly. “No, I just…”

When she trailed off, he caressed the side of her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. “Talk to me.”

She took a shaky breath and leaned into his touch. “I don’t think…I can keep going tonight…”

“It’s alright. Are you sure that I didn’t – ”

She shook her head quickly. “No, honey. You didn’t hurt me. God…it felt so good…it always feels wonderful. I just…do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

He chuckled softly and lay down beside of her. “No. I think that sometimes we want more than our bodies can take.”

When his cock, which was still fairly erect, brushed her thigh, her eyes widened. “Oh God…you didn’t – ”

“Shh.” He leaned into her and kissed her lips softly. “I’m fine.”

“But…”

He placed his finger over her lips and shook his head. “I could’ve come with you at any time. If anyone is to blame for the current state of my erection, it’s me.”

She protested quickly. “But, I’ve never left you – ”

“Buffy, stop.” He whispered lovingly.

Her hand moved, slowly circling his cock. He swallowed thickly and looked into her eyes.

“You don’t have to.”

She began stroking him and offered him a shy smile. “I’m not leaving you like this.”

Knowing better than to argue with her determination, he rolled onto his back and covered her hand with his. “Let me help you.”

Together they quickly brought his erection back to full hardness. He closed his eyes, gently thrusting his hips in rhythm with their strokes. When she felt him start to expand in her hand, she smiled.

“Come for me, Giles.” She rubbed her thumb over the glans on their next stroke, eliciting a deep groan from him. “That’s it, honey…come for me…”

Three strokes later, he complied with her name leaving his lips on a loud moan. She gave a soft groan of her own as she watched the thick stream of semen land on his abdomen. He breathed heavily, his hand dropping to his thigh.

She smiled in adoration and leaned over him, collecting his seed on her tongue before licking her fingers clean. He opened his eyes when he felt her tongue on his stomach and his softening cock twitched lightly as he watched her.

She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, draping her arm over his torso. “Better?”

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. “Mm, yes. I would’ve been fine though.”

She looked at him through tired eyes. “I’ll never leave you in that state, Giles.”

He met her eyes and sighed. “You’re exhausted.”

“Mm, yeah…I kinda am.” She snuggled closer to him as he pulled the covers over their cooling bodies.

“Sleep, darling.” He smiled as she closed her eyes. “I love you.”

“Mm, you too.” She mumbled softly.

As her breathing evened out and she fell into slumber, he sighed softly and stared at the ceiling.

* * *

Two hours later found him still staring at the ceiling, wondering if there was anything wrong with his wife. Her stamina had never given out like that before and it had him worried.

He jumped slightly when the phone rang and reached out quickly to grab it before it woke Buffy. He smiled as she murmured incoherently and then settled back down.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Rupert. I know it’s quite late there at the moment and I do apologize for ringing at this hour. Did I wake you?”

Giles chuckled softly. “It’s quite alright, Amelia. I was actually wide awake.”

“Am I…interrupting…” She asked warily.

He looked down at his sleeping wife. “No. Buffy’s sound asleep.”

Hearing the odd tone of his voice, Amelia asked her next question with concern. “Is everything alright, Rupert?”

“Yes. Let me just go downstairs so that I don’t disturb her.”

He set about the task of carefully extricating himself from her arms. Standing next to the bed, he waited until she shifted her body and then he tucked the blankets around her. Without making another sound, he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He picked up the conversation as he made his way down the stairs. “Is everything alright, Amelia?”

“Oh, yes. I was just calling to let you know that the final decision has been made concerning Ethan Rayne.”

He sat down on the couch, taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair. “And the final decision was?”

“He’s been cleared of all charges.”

Giles breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Thank you for letting me know.”

Amelia chuckled softly. “I thought you might want to tell him that it’s safe to come out now.”

He nodded and leaned back against the cushions. “I shall call him first thing in the morning.”

After a moment of silence, Amelia spoke. “Why are you still wide awake at after two in the morning?”

“Hm? Oh. I, uh…I was thinking.”

“Are you sure everything is fine with you and Buffy?” She asked softly.

“Yes.” He answered quickly, almost too quickly. “Yes, we’re fine. It’s just…”

When he trailed off, Amelia sighed. “It’s just what, Rupert?”

“I…uh, well…” He exhaled slowly and rubbed his eyes. “Her stamina seems to have diminished somewhat.”

“Is she having difficulty with vampires?” She asked worriedly.

Giles blushed lightly. “Not exactly, no.”

“Not exact…” Amelia exhaled, holding back her chuckle as understanding hit. “You mean…her sexual stamina?”

“Uh, well…I…uh…” He sighed heavily, feeling his blush deepen. “Yes.”

“I see.” She said softly. “This may be a rather personal question, but it may help me give you a clearer picture of what’s happening.”

Giles cleared his throat nervously. “Okay.”

“Is, uh…is she multi-orgasmic?”

He coughed lightly and felt the blush spread down his neck. “Yes…”

Amelia smiled. “And she’s patrolling every night?”

“She is.”

“And she’s nearly three months pregnant. Which is the equivalent of nearly five months for a normal woman.”

“Yes.” He agreed softly.

The gentle smile could be heard in her next response. “When I was five months pregnant, there were times when I didn’t even want James to touch me, much less…anything else.”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “So, this is…uh, to be expected?”

“Yes, I would imagine so. It’s just hormones, nothing worse.”

He nodded slowly. “There’s nothing…wrong…with her?”

Amelia spoke in a quiet, but reassuring voice. “There’s nothing wrong with her, Rupert. Other than the fact that she’s the Slayer, fighting vampires and demons each night, and she’s pregnant. She’s merely tired. Can I suggest something?”

“Of, uh…yes, of course.”

“Don’t hold out so long.” She grinned as he chuckled nervously. “I know you. Let her take you with her…unless she requests otherwise.”

He was quiet for a second and then laughed. “Well, could this conversation have become any more awkward?”

She joined in with his laughter. “Probably, but let’s just leave it where it is. Yes?”

“Yes, I agree.” He picked up the Glo-Worm, smiling brightly as he squeezed it. “And how are you, Amelia?”

They chatted amiably for the next twenty minutes and he looked up when he heard soft footsteps on the stairs. He smiled and motioned Buffy over to him when she gestured towards the phone with a questioning look on her face.

As she settled down beside of him, he wrapped his arm around her and sighed softly.

“I do appreciate you calling, Amelia. And, I appreciate your advice.”

“Anytime at all, Rupert. I’ll speak to you soon. Goodnight.”

He bid her a fond farewell and hit the ‘end’ button on the handset. Buffy looked up at him and smiled.

“What’s going on?”

He leaned down and kissed her softly. “Ethan’s been cleared of all charges.”

“Good news then. No prophecy burning a hole in the Council’s pocket?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No. Why are you awake?”

“My snuggle buddy was gone. And…I guess something was bothering me.”

He tilted her head up until he could look into her eyes. “What’s bothering you, darling?”

“I…” She took a deep breath and started again. “I asked you to stop earlier…and…well, there’s something not right with that. I mean, I know I’ve asked before, but that was different…and I’ve never asked you to stop before you come. I…think there might be something wrong.”

He smiled in understanding. “Amelia seems to think that it’s perfectly normal. Hormones and the fact that you patrol every night…”

Buffy narrowed her eyes and stared at him. “You discussed our sex life with Amelia?”

“Well…no, not really.” When her stare turned into a glare, he sighed heavily. “I was worried. I thought something might have been wrong…with you or the baby. I just…”

“So, telling your ex-girlfriend about me not being able to keep up with you tonight seemed like the right thing to do?” She stood up and stormed towards the stairs, stopping and looking back at him with anger in her eyes. “My God, Rupert. Sometimes you just amaze me with your lack of – ”

He stood up quickly, his eyes sparking with hurt and anger. “Lack of what, Buffy? I was worried. And I didn’t tell my ex-girlfriend. I told my supervisor who might’ve been able to shed some light on the situation. Someone who knows more about pregnancy in Slayers than I do.”

“And you didn’t think to discuss this with me first?” She spat back.

“I didn’t intend to discuss it with her at all!”

“So, she’s asking about our sex life now?”

He growled in frustration and clenched his jaw. “No, she asked what was wrong with me.”

“Me asking you to stop before you could come is what’s wrong with you?”

He closed his eyes briefly as she raised her voice. “No. Me being worried about you is what’s wrong with me.”

“Because if I can’t keep up with you then something is obviously wrong with me?”

“For God’s sake, Buffy!”

She shook her head, her eyes narrowing. “Why don’t you call her and ask her what to do when your wife won’t have sex with you at all. Maybe she can shed some light on that for you. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight, Rupert.”

He watched her storm up the stairs and flinched when the bedroom door slammed shut. He thought about following her up. But, knowing she needed to calm down before she would listen to reason and knowing that he needed to calm down before he could speak reasonably, he exhaled forcefully and made his way down the hall to the library.

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Giles slid three pancakes on a plate, sighing heavily as Buffy walked into the kitchen dressed in her robe.

“I, uh…I made breakfast for you.” He stated softly.

She looked at the plate and then up at him. “You didn’t come back to bed last night.”

He shook his head slowly and poured a glass of orange juice, placing it in front of her as she sat down. “No, I didn’t.”

She picked up a fork and jabbed it lightly at the food on her plate. “Why?”

He took a sip of his own juice and rubbed his weary eyes. “I was under the distinct impression that you didn’t want me there.”

“Well, you were wrong.” She looked up at him, suddenly noticing his bloodshot eyes. “Did you sleep at all?”

“It seems as though I’m wrong about a lot of things lately.” He said quietly before sitting down across from her. “And, no…I didn’t sleep last night.”

She dropped her fork and stared at him, her eyes glistening. “What are you wrong about?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like it’s easier to list the things I’m right about.” He drained his juice and placed the empty glass on the table in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes again and shook his head. “I’m sorry for making you angry, Buffy. But, I’m not going to apologize for speaking with Amelia. I’ve…I’ve never been an expectant father and…I was just worried.”

He took a deep breath and stood, making his way to the coffee pot. He poured two cups and carried them back to the table. He placed one of the cups in front of her and then sat back down.

She ran her finger over the rim of the mug. “So, did you bring it up or did she?”

“She asked if we were alright. I think she was referring to the state of our relationship and not our physical wellbeing.”

“And you said we weren’t? Alright, I mean?”

“No, I didn’t. I said that we were fine. But, she could tell that something was bothering me.”

Buffy pushed her plate away, pancakes untouched other than the light jabs with the fork. “And you just happily offered up that you were bothered because you didn’t – ”

“Stop it, Buffy.” His voice held a tone of warning. “Don’t make it sound as if I’m some petty man who only thinks about getting off. I’m not. And my concern had nothing to do with whether or not I reached orgasm before you asked me stop.”

He pushed his chair back and stood, looking down at her. “I’m in love with you. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you. But, I will not sit here and listen to you make accusations concerning my worries for you. I’ve explained my reasons and if you choose to believe otherwise, I don’t know how to convince you.”

Her eyes glistened with tears. “You’ve never not come to bed before.”

He exhaled deeply and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’ve never made me feel not welcome to join you.”

“I didn’t – ”

“How was ‘I’m going back to bed. Goodnight, Rupert.’ supposed to make me feel welcome? Was I just supposed to follow you upstairs, after hearing the door slam, and climb into the bed? Would you have been happy to have my arms around you? I – ”

The phone rang loudly in the house and he lowered his head. When it rang for a second time and she made no effort to get up, he sighed and shoved his right hand into the pocket of his jeans.

“I suppose I’ll get that.” He said softly and walked out of the kitchen.

Buffy lifted her hand and wiped the tears from her eyes.

* * *

Giles picked up the phone and glanced back towards the kitchen. “Hello?”

“Hey, Giles!” Willow responded brightly.

“Willow.”

Willow was quiet for a moment. “Are you okay, Giles?”

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m just…tired. I had a rather rough night. What can I do for you?”

“Oh, I was just wondering what time to pick Buffy up today.”

Giles narrowed his eyes in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“Um…did she forget to tell you about a girls’ day out with me and Anya?”

He rubbed his eyes, nodding slowly. “Apparently so.”

“Oh, do you have plans today?”

He scoffed softly. “I highly doubt it. If you care to hold for a moment, I’ll let you speak with her.”

“Giles, are you sure you’re okay?” Willow asked with a worried voice.

“I’m fine, Willow. As I said, I’m just very tired.” He walked back into the kitchen. “Have a good day, here’s Buffy.”

He handed Buffy the phone without looking at her. “Willow for you.”

She took the phone, staring at him as he turned and started back through the doorway. “Where are you going?”

He paused, but didn’t turn around. “Bed. Have a nice time with Willow and Anya.”

Without another word, he left the room. Buffy took a shaky breath and lifted the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Will.”

Willow heard the sadness in her best friend’s voice immediately. “Buffy, what’s going on?”

Buffy swallowed, trying to regain control of her emotions. “It’s nothing.”

Willow would have none of it. “Buffy…”

A tear rolled down Buffy’s cheek. “We had an argument. It’s no big deal.”

“What? Over what? And…it is a big deal if both of you are sounding like your puppy had to be put to sleep.”

After a moment, Buffy began to talk. She went through every detail of the previous night’s argument as well as the morning’s. Willow listened intently, offering advice here and there. When Buffy stated that she’d be ready to go in about an hour, Willow protested.

“No, Buffy. You need to stay there and work things out with Giles.”

Buffy sniffled softly. “What if he doesn’t want to work things out?”

“You know better than that!”

“He was so angry with me.” Buffy replied in a small voice.

“Well, yeah…” Willow agreed. “But, you were angry too, right?”

“Yeah…”

“But, you still love him, don’t you?”

Buffy nodded. “More than anything. But…”

Willow cut her off quickly. “No ‘buts’, missy. You two are in love. And…couples in love tend to get angry sometimes. It doesn’t mean that the relationship is falling apart…it means that you’re growing as a couple instead of individually. Stay home, talk to him, be the happy Gileses again!”

When Buffy started to say something, Willow interrupted again.

“You can’t see me, but…resolve face. Trust me, it’s plastered on and it’s not going anywhere.”

A tiny smile pulled at the corner of Buffy’s mouth. “Thank you, Will.”

“You’re welcome. Now, say goodbye and go find your husband.”

“Goodbye, Will.”

She took a deep breath as Willow disconnected the call. She placed the phone on the table and stood up, slowly making her way to the bedroom.

* * *

Buffy opened the bedroom door to find Giles lying on top of the blankets still fully clothed, with the exception of his shoes and socks. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, but said nothing. She put a trembling hand on his arm and bit her lip nervously.

“Hey…” She whispered softly.

When he turned his eyes to her, she gasped at the raw emotion she saw in them. “Giles…”

A single tear rolled from the corner of his eye. She reached up and tenderly wiped the moisture from his skin.

“Oh, Giles. I’m so sorry.” As her own tears began to fall, another spilled from his eye.

He slowly pushed himself up and pulled her into his arms. As her tears turn to sobs, he whispered softly to her.

“I love you, Buffy.” When she mumbled into his chest, he pulled back and looked at her quizzically. “What did you just say?”

She sniffled and wiped the back of her hand across her eyes, her voice quivering as she spoke. “Please don’t leave me.”

He immediately crushed her to his chest. “Oh, Buffy…that thought never crossed my mind.”

“I’m sorry…for everything, Giles. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Buffy.” He soothingly rubbed her back as he dropped a kiss on the crown of her head.

She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. “There has to be. Why else would I say those things to you? Why else would I make you feel that you weren’t welcome in our bed?”

He offered her a gentle smile. “I’m going to blame it on hormones. Your body is going through so much right now.”

She reached up and touched his face. “You look so exhausted.”

“I am.” He admitted softly. He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. “You should get ready. Willow will probably be here soon.”

She shook her head slowly. “I can’t…not today. Not after last night. I…want to stay here with you. I need…I need us to hold each other. Is that…is that okay?”

He smiled warmly at her timidly asked question. “Yes. I would like that very much.”

She took his hand and smiled, her eyes still wet with unshed tears. “I love you, Giles. I love you so much.”

He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “The sentiment is very much reciprocated.”

After another soft kiss, she climbed onto the bed and curled up beside of him in his arms.

Chapter Seventy-Nine

Giles woke up slowly, slightly confused to see the room bathed in sunlight. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her head nestled against his chest and her arms wrapped tightly around him. He smiled softly and shifted his body, suddenly realizing that he was fairly uncomfortable after having fallen asleep completely dressed.

As he began to extricate himself from her arms, she tightened her hold on him and whimpered. He dropped a kiss onto the top of her head.

“Shh…it’s okay, Buffy.” He whispered.

She relaxed slightly, but opened her eyes when he tried to move again.

“No…don’t go…”

He sighed at the desperate tone of her voice. He combed his fingers through her hair as he looked into her worried eyes.

“I’m not leaving, Buffy. Just a quick trip to the bathroom. I’ll be back, I promise.”

She regarded him carefully for a moment before she nodded and loosened her hold on him. He gave her a smile and kissed her lips softly before sliding out of the bed. She yawned sleepily and moved until she could pull the blanket over her. When the bathroom door closed behind him, she closed her eyes again.

* * *

He took care of his business quickly and glanced in the mirror as he washed his hands. His eyes weren’t nearly as red as they were before he went to bed. He looked at his watch, surprised to see that it was nearly three in the afternoon. Reaching for his toothbrush, his thoughts drifted to their argument.

He felt a sadness enter his heart when he thought of how she had held on to him as if her life depended on it. He glanced down at his wedding ring and smiled warmly. He quickly brushed his teeth and then stripped down to his boxers.

His smile returned when he re-entered the bedroom to find her snuggled under the covers, sleeping peacefully. He lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped underneath, pulling her into his arms.

When her hand touched his bare chest, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “You came back.”

He smiled and brushed the hair back from her face. “I told you I wouldn’t be long.”

Her fingers slid through the hair covering his chest. “You’re less dressed.”

He chuckled softly. “I’d forgotten how uncomfortable it is to sleep fully dressed.”

Her hand moved down his side, stopping when she reached the waistband of his boxers. She narrowed her eyes, her voice lowering to a whisper.

“I can’t remember the last time you came to bed wearing anything.” She raised her eyes to his and sighed. “Are you…are you still angry with me?”

He shook his head, brushing the backs of his fingers across her cheek. “No, I’m not. I just…well, I wasn’t sure if…” He trailed off and lightly fingered the lapel of her robe. “You’re dressed.”

She took hold of his hand and moved it to the belt of the robe. “Not very. It’s easily rectified if you want…”

He gazed into her eyes, his fingers hesitating for a second before pulling the belt free. He slipped his hand underneath the material and rubbed her bare hip. He licked his lips, his hand moving down the outside of her thigh.

“Are you…sure?”

She nodded slowly, pushing him onto his back and leaning over him, hooking her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and gently tugging. He lifted his hips, easing the removal of the garment. After she tossed his boxers onto the floor, she pushed the blankets off their bodies.

Her eyes roamed over his body, stopping at his semi-erect cock. She looked up at him, grinning as she gestured towards his groin.

“I think we can do better than this, don’t you?”

He opened his mouth to speak, closing his eyes as no words formed when she took him into her hand. She leaned over him, slowly stroking him as she dragged her tongue up his torso until she reached his nipple.

Hearing him softly moan her name, she smiled and flicked her tongue against the nipple as she increased the pace of her hand on his rapidly hardening cock. He growled when she moved her mouth back down his body.

He forced his eyes open just in time to see her close her mouth around the head of his erection. “Oh, dear God…”

She met his eyes, her smile showing brightly in hers as she took him further into her mouth. His hand grasped her robe, gently tugging. “Please…come here…”

“Mm-mm.” She mumbled around his flesh as she tilted her head slightly, allowing him to slip into her throat.

His fingers tightened in the material as his hips involuntarily thrust gently against her. “Buffy…”

She lifted her head, placing a wet kiss on the glans as he slipped from her mouth. She stared into his eyes as she straddled him, dragging her wet core over his erection. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, smiling as his eyes darted to her breasts.

“They’re getting bigger, aren’t they?” She asked softly.

He nodded slowly, reaching up and gently caressing her left breast. “Are they…sore?”

She covered his hand with hers, moving his thumb until it brushed over the hardened nipple. “Not exactly.” She moaned softly at the light touch. “More…sensitive than anything…”

He smiled in understanding, gently pulling her down to him. She supported her weight above him with her hands on the mattress on either side of his head. She groaned as his lips pulled her nipple into his mouth.

He suckled lightly, laving the hardened nub with his tongue. Feeling her begin to tremble above him, he smiled inwardly and released her nipple from his mouth. She growled in protest, pushing herself up to glare at him. As she rested her hands on his shoulders, he gripped her hips and shifted enough to easily slide into her.

The glare she was giving him disappeared as he smiled up at her. He eased her up slightly, encouraging her to move against him. She took the hint quickly, lifting up and sliding back down. He groaned, tightening his fingers on her hips.

“Harder, Buffy.” He met her next plunge with his own thrust. “Make me come with you.”

She leaned back slightly, placing her hands on his thighs for support. He groaned loudly at the change of angle, thrusting harder into her as she began to move faster above him.

Feeling her muscles begin the familiar quiver around him, he shook his head. “Not yet, Buffy…not yet…”

Her nails scratched at his thighs. “I…can’t stop it…oh God…”

“Fuck…” He muttered as he stopped his thrusts, causing her to groan in frustration.

“Giles!” She opened her eyes and glared at him. “You…stopped!”

He smiled gently and shook his head. “No…we just need to change positions…you…you’re coming too soon for me.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

He reached up, wiping the sweat from her brow. “I…need to come with you, Buffy. I’m so close, but…not close enough…”

“I don’t understand…”

He pulled her down and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips as he gently rolled them over until she was resting on her back with her legs over his hips. He ended the kiss slowly and pulled back to look at her.

“Allow me this. Please.”

She raised a trembling hand to his face. “This is important to you.”

He nodded at her softly spoken statement as he began to rock his hips against her. “Yes.”

She moved her hand to his chest as she gave him a quick nod. “I’ll try to hold on as long as I can…”

He pushed himself up until he was kneeling between her thighs with his hands holding her hips. His eyes darkened as she tightened her muscles around him.

“I love you, Buffy.” He choked out hoarsely.

She closed her eyes as he began to thrust harder into her. “Love you…”

He continued his long, deep strokes as he watched her writhe underneath him. When she moved her hands to cover her breasts, rolling her nipples with her fingers, he groaned and increased the speed of his thrusts.

When he felt her quiver again, he slammed his hips against her. “So close, Buffy…just…”

“Giles! Oh, God…Giles!” She screamed as he shortened his strokes.

He grunted in effort, feeling her quivers intensify as his cock thickened within her. “Yes…oh, Buffy…right there…”

Giving her nipples a final light pinch, her hands fell to the mattress, twisting the sheets in her fingers. “Giles…please!”

Her inner muscles rippled against his flesh and he screamed in ecstasy. “Now, Buffy…oh, Christ…now!”

She let go, allowing her orgasm to crash over her. Her inner walls spasmed around him, milking him as he came with another shout, flooding her with his semen.

He slowed his thrusts as she came again, whimpering softly as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. As her body trembled, he eased his softening cock out of her and lay down beside of her. Pulling her into his arms, his heart pounded in his chest as he peppered kisses over her cheeks and lips.

She snuggled against his warmth, catching her breath. “What…was that?”

He chuckled softly, rubbing her back soothingly. “My love for you.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his. “I really am sorry about last night.”

He brushed her damp hair back from her face and smiled lovingly. “As am I.”

Her eyes widened and she pushed herself up. “Have you called Ethan?”

He sat up beside her, raising an eyebrow. “Well, as far as conversations in the afterglow go, this was a surprising detour.”

“I’m sorry.” She shook her head, placing her hand on his chest. “I don’t know why it came to mind now, of all times. But…”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “It’s alright, darling. And…no, I haven’t.” He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “I suppose I should though. He’s been clear for over twelve hours.”

Buffy narrowed her eyes. “What time is it?”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed. “Seven after five.”

“Wow.” She stated softly.

“Mm.” He leaned into her, placing his hand on her abdomen and kissed her again. He chuckled when he felt a movement under his palm. “You should eat.”

“Yeah, I should.” She covered his hand with hers and smiled. She gestured towards the phone with a tilt of her head. “You call Ethan and I’ll get dinner started.”

He leaned against the headboard, nodding as she pulled away and climbed off the bed. His eyes roamed over her body as she slipped back into her robe. He blushed lightly when he met her eyes, knowing he’d been caught. He shrugged a shoulder and grinned.

“You’re beautiful. I was always taught to appreciate beauty.”

She rolled her eyes in amusement and handed him the phone. “I love you, Giles.”

He took the phone, accepting her soft kiss when she offered it to him. “I love you too.”

With a wink, she stood back up and walked over to the door. She turned back towards him as she stepped out of the bedroom, raking her gaze over his nude body. When he raised an eyebrow, she grinned.

“Just appreciating beauty.”

He laughed as she turned and walked down the hall. He shook his head in amusement as he lifted the phone and punched the numbers into the handset.

Chapter Eighty

He walked downstairs, running his hand through his towel-dried hair. She smiled at him, tossing the phone onto the coffee table.

“I, uh…I heard you get in the shower. I ordered pizza, I hope that’s okay. I just couldn’t deal with actually cooking today.”

He chuckled, nodding as he dropped onto the couch next to her. “That’s fine. I’m not sure I felt like cooking either.”

She turned towards him, reaching up to curl a strand of his hair around her finger. “It always surprises me to see how curly your hair gets when it’s wet.” When he simply raised an eyebrow, she grinned. “I like it. Especially this curl right above your ear.”

He smiled, rubbing her abdomen gently as her fingers continued to play with his hair. “Maybe our son will have curly hair.”

She laughed softly and leaned up to kiss him. As she pulled back, she laid her head against his chest. “Did you get hold of Ethan?”

He wrapped his arm around her, holding her to him as he nodded. “Yes. He’s very relieved and the spell has been lifted. I think he was going to head back to London.”

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, hers showing concern. “Is that safe? I mean, the Council is in London.”

He combed his fingers through her hair and smiled. “So is his family. His sister has been fairly worried about him. I think it’ll be okay. He promised me that he’d try to behave.”

Buffy was quiet for a few minutes, obviously running thoughts over in her head. When she finally spoke, it was in a somewhat worried voice. “Are we okay, Giles?”

He looked down at her quickly, his brow furrowing. “Of course we are. Why would you ask such a question?”

She shrugged a shoulder and exhaled deeply. “Pretty bad argument we had…”

He smiled in understanding, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “I’m rather sure we’ll have more in the future. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything is wrong.”

Her eyes glistened. “Necessarily?”

He chose his words carefully. “Buffy, all couples argue. I would be more inclined to worry if we didn’t argue. It’s not as if we argue every day or we’re screaming at each other.”

She lowered her eyes. “We kinda yelled last night.”

He placed his fingers under her chin and gently tilted her head up. “Yes, we did. But, even as my voice rose in frustration…I was still in love with you.”

She swallowed and gave him a nod. “Me too. I just…I hate arguing with you like that.”

“As do I.” His thumb caressed her bottom lip. “But, it’s completely normal.”

She snorted softly. “Yeah, because we’re so completely normal.”

He smiled, his eyes brightening. “As a couple, we’re very normal. Arguments can be very beneficial to a relationship. It makes us grow together…sometimes you can learn more about a person in a heated discussion than you can in just a quiet conversation.”

“Oh?” She looked at him in disbelief. “And what did you learn about me last night?”

He gave her a playful grin. “To be careful what I say when you’re pregnant.”

She rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly on the chest. “Funny.”

He covered her hand quickly, holding it over his heart. “Seriously though, Buffy…arguments are a normal part of a relationship. And…I think it’s nothing to worry about…unless the time comes when you don’t care how an argument is resolved, or if it even is. That’s when we’ll have issues. As for now, our relationship is strong and full of love. There’s nothing to worry about here.”

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she smiled. “I love you, you know.”

He returned her smile, leaning in to give her a tender kiss. “I know. And I love you.”

Just as he began to deepen the kiss, the doorbell rang. She groaned and broke the union slowly. “Dinner’s here.”

He took a deep breath, releasing her from his arms and nodding silently. He watched her, his smile growing in adoration of her, as she pulled a few bills from his wallet and walked to the door.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dinner had been finished quickly, both Buffy and Giles hungrier than they had imagined. Buffy had taken a shower and gotten dressed for patrol. As she walked down the stairs with her hand on her stomach, Giles smiled.

“I think we’ll need to do some clothes shopping for me soon.” She said sadly.

His smile grew as he walked over to her and placed his hand over hers. “You’re beautiful, Buffy.”

She snorted and shook her head. “Yeah, in the whale category maybe.”

He grinned at her. “A whale is not how I would describe you in the least.”

She stared up at him. “I’ve worn the same size in clothes since I was fifteen. And now, I’m close to not being able to even button my jeans!”

He lifted his hand and gently caressed the side of her face. “You do realize that you’re pregnant?”

She furrowed her brow. “Doesn’t give me an excuse to get all fat and everything.”

“You’re hardly fat, Buffy.” He lowered his voice in an attempt to reassure her. “You’re pregnant. Our child is growing…which means he needs more room. If it’s any consolation…I’ve never seen you more beautiful than you are right now.”

Her brow smoothed out and mild amusement danced in her hazel eyes. “My God…you have got to be one of the corniest men I’ve ever known!”

His grin returned as he leaned down and kissed her. “Perhaps, but I’m also rather truthful.”

He pulled her into his arms and held her, sighing as a knock sounded on the door. “Will they ever learn to use the bell?”

Buffy chuckled and pulled out of his embrace. “At least they knock.”

He laughed softly as she opened the door to find Xander, Willow, and Oz standing on the front porch. “Hey, guys. What’s up?”

Willow regarded her carefully. “Just thought you might like some company on patrol tonight. Is, uh…is everything okay?”

Buffy smiled brightly at her best friend as she nodded. “Yeah…all in harmony.”

She stepped to the side, silently inviting them in. Giles smiled at the three before settling his gaze on Willow.

“May I, uh…may I speak with you for a moment, Willow?”

Willow nodded and gave Oz’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Sure, Giles.”

She followed him into the living room, stopping as he turned around and took a deep breath. “Anything wrong?”

He shook his head slowly and smiled. “Not as such. I just…well, I want to apologize for my behaviour on the phone this morning.”

“Oh.” She waved her hand nonchalantly. “It’s no big, Giles. I know I called at a bad time.”

“That is not an excuse to be rude to you.”

She smiled up at him and gave him a wink. “It’s okay. As long as you two worked things out. Which…I’m assuming you did?”

He blushed lightly. “Yes, we did.”

“Well, that’s the important thing then.” She looked over her shoulder and into the foyer. “You coming on patrol with us tonight?”

Oz stepped forward as he heard Willow’s question. “Um, actually…”

Giles raised an eyebrow as Willow turned around to face her boyfriend. Oz gave her an enigmatic smile and gestured towards Giles.

“I thought I might stay in with Giles tonight. You know, let the three of you spend some time together. I’m sure Giles has some research to catch up on that I can help him with.”

“Oh.” Willow replied softly. “Okay. Uh…I guess we’d better get going. Sun’s been down for a while now.”

Oz kissed Willow’s cheek. “Be careful.”

Willow nodded. “Uh-huh, I will. I’ll, uh…I’ll see you later.”

Oz sighed softly as he watched Willow walk to the front door. Giles arched an eyebrow, meeting Buffy’s gaze. Making his way back into the foyer, he stood in front of his wife and touched her cheek.

“I love you.”

She smiled brightly at him, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Love you too. See you in a few hours.”

He returned her kiss and gave her slight nod as she stepped onto the porch. Standing in the doorway, he watched the three walk down the sidewalk. When they were out of sight, he closed the door and made his way back into the living room to find Oz sitting on the couch, staring out the window.

“Oz?”

Oz took a deep breath and looked up at the older man. “I think I need your help.”

Giles looked at him in concern and sat down in the chair. “Are you…in trouble?”

“No.” Oz shook his head and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Research help.”

Interest shone in Giles’ eyes. “What sort of research?”

Oz looked into Giles’ eyes and exhaled slowly. “Finding a cure for lycanthropy.”

Giles narrowed his eyes and leaned forward slightly. “Oz…there is no cure.”

“Maybe not for completely getting rid of the wolf, but…” He licked his lips and rubbed the palm of his hand against his knee. “I’ve heard rumours of some lycans being able to…suppress the wolf.”

Giles tilted his head thoughtfully. “Interesting. And how does this…suppression occur?”

Oz shrugged a shoulder and leaned back. “That I’m not sure of. I can show you what I have, but…it’s not enough. I…need to be able to stop the wolf from coming out.”

“I sense urgency in this.” When Oz merely gave him a subtle nod, Giles continued softly. “Would you mind telling me why?”

Oz gave him a small smile. “Willow.” When Giles returned the smile, Oz glanced at a wedding photo resting on the mantel. “I’m not ready to get married. Not by a longshot. But, Will is the one for me and I want to give her a life that doesn’t entail me being caged up for three days each month.”

Giles nodded slowly. “Have you, uh…discussed this with Willow?”

“No, not yet. I didn’t want to get her hopes up if it isn’t going to work.”

“That’s understandable, but…” Giles raised his hand and rubbed the side of his neck lightly. “I get the distinct impression that she feels that you’re distancing yourself from her. I know it isn’t intentional, but Willow is fairly sensitive. Even more so than Buffy.”

Oz flashed him an uneasy smile. “It’s not just Buffy you watch, huh?”

“It’s not that I watch the rest of you. I just take notice of those I care about.” He took a deep breath and looked into Oz’s eyes. “Of course I will help you. But, I really would prefer for you to discuss this with Willow. This affects her as much as you.”

Oz thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “I know. I’ll talk to her tonight.”

Giles smiled and gestured towards the bag resting on the floor next to Oz’s foot. “Would you care to show me what you’ve found so far?”

Oz gave him an uncharacteristically bright grin and picked up his bag.

Part Nine

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