Title: Like Heaven
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Immediately following The Preferred Effect.
Synopsis: Buffy
wants a new experience, Giles is there to help.
Author’s Note:
Thanks to wyvernwolf for
betaing once again.
“Giles?”
“Mm?” He murmured, sliding her left bra strap off her
shoulder before tracing the swell of her breast with his fingertip.
“What’s sex like when
you’re high?”
He raised his glazed
eyes to hers and smiled. “Depends on the
drug…and the person. I pretty much only
know about the effects of pot.”
She arched an
eyebrow. “Pretty much?”
He ignored her
question and flicked the clasp of her bra open.
“It also depends on whether you’re making love or…fucking.”
She shivered as his
finger grazed a hardened nipple. “Which
do you prefer?”
“They both have their
merits…depending on the situation and what you want out of the union.” He licked his lips and stared into her eyes
as he pulled the button free on her jeans.
“But, making love has always been better…in any given situation.”
“Is it…like an
aphrodisiac for you?” She whispered as
he lowered her zipper.
He smiled and shook
his head slowly, reaching down to remove her shoes and socks. “You
are like an aphrodisiac for me. The
high…well, it allows me to feel things on a different level.”
She furrowed her brow. “You confuse me more when you’re stoned.”
He chuckled and
rested his hand on her thigh. “It’s as
if…the pot opens up communication with every nerve in my body. Things feel different, taste different, smell
different…”
“Do they sound and
look different too?”
“Only in
clarity.” He responded with a
half-grin. “Why are you asking so many
questions about this?”
“I’m curious. I want to know what it feels like for you.”
“Heaven.” He answered without thought as he leaned back
against the headboard of the bed.
“Really hard to
explain, huh?” She asked with a grin of
her own.
“That’s one of the
downfalls of being high. I tend to lose
my ability of giving flowing explanations and descriptions of the tiniest
details.”
“Good thing you don’t
do it very often then.” She whispered,
moving her hand to rest on his denim-covered erection. “I kinda like your explanations and
descriptions.”
“We haven’t actually
made love while I’m under the influence, have we?”
She shook her head slowly
as her hand caressed him through his jeans.
“No, we came close the night that Willow was causing havoc, but…you
stopped it. We’ve made love while one,
or both, of us have been drunk…but, this is the first time you’ve smoked since
we’ve been together.”
“Mm…” He mumbled, closing his eyes as she
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “Not
as much control with alcohol as there is with marijuana.”
Realizing that her
hints were getting her nowhere, she decided to just come right out and tell
him. She waited until she had her hand
curled around his heated flesh before she leaned forward and kissed her way up
his chest, along his collarbone, and then up the side of his neck to his ear.
“I want to try.” She whispered, slowly sliding her hand back
and forth along his length.
His eyes snapped open
to find her smiling warmly at him.
“What?”
“You told me one time
that if I ever wanted, you’d do it with me…” She climbed on top of him,
straddling his hips as she continued to stroke his erection. “I want to know what it feels like.”
He groaned and leaned
forward, pulling her left nipple into his mouth. She tightened her hand around him as he
sucked, licked, and gently bit at the sensitive flesh. He bit harder until he felt her lose her
rhythm and heard her cry his name as she began to tremble.
With a soft smile, he
moved his mouth to her right nipple and repeated his actions. When he felt the nails on her left hand dig
into his shoulder, he tore his mouth away and stared into her passion-glazed
eyes.
“Multiply that by
thirty-two and add a few points for lessening of inhibitions…and it comes close
to what it feels like.” He slipped his
hands into the back of her jeans and licked his lips. “And then when I come…I feel like I’ve
stepped onto the surface of the sun.”
“Fun…” Buffy murmured, rocking against him in an
attempt to ease her passion somewhat.
“Hot, so very
hot.” Giles stated, glancing back at her
swollen nipples. “And then all thoughts
are just…lost. And all I can do is
feel…and I know I’m not explaining this well…”
“Show me.” She groaned, leaning forward slightly to
press her nipples against his chest.
“God, show me…please.”
He quickly captured
her lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he rolled
their bodies. Feeling her nails rake
across his back as he leaned over her, he pushed his hips against her…groaning
at the sensation of his hard cock sliding against the denim of her jeans.
It was nearly enough
to make him come at that moment.
Instead, at the sound of a tentative knock at the door, he tore his
mouth from hers and panted heavily in an effort to regain some semblance of
control.
“Bloody hell…”
“Ignore it.” Buffy breathed, leaning up to reignite the
kiss.
He pushed her back
down and shook his head slowly. “I
can’t.”
She sighed, but gave
him a nod of understanding. She knew
that she would’ve been dead many times over throughout the years if he had
ignored a knock on the door or the ringing of a phone. And so, she reluctantly let him go…watching
him hastily shove his cock back into his jeans and throw a shirt over his head.
She grabbed her shirt
from the foot of the bed and slipped it on, not bothering with the bra which
she pushed under the pillow. And then
she smiled as Giles took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair
before he opened the door.
“Willow?”
“Um…sorry to bother
you…”
Buffy couldn’t help
but grin. She may not have been able to
see her best friend, but she could almost hear
Willow’s skin turn a lovely shade of red.
Giles regarded her
carefully. “No bother. Is something wrong?”
“No. Well, yeah, but...” She sighed heavily. “Do you have that letter that Anya left for
Xander? Because…I really think he should
read it.”
Giles narrowed his
eyes. “She asked that I give it to him
in the event of her death. Anya is very
much alive, Willow.”
“Yeah, but…I need
Xander out of my room.”
Giles merely stared
at her. Willow reddened even further.
“Kinda like how you
probably want me to go away right now?”
A slow smile appeared
on Giles’ lips. “You suppose that if
Xander reads the letter, he’ll go off in search of Anya…leaving you and Kennedy
to spend some time alone?”
“Well…yeah.”
“Your supposition is
more than likely very accurate.” He
chuckled, gesturing for her to hold the door while he walked over to his jacket
hanging over the back of a chair.
Willow sniffed the
air and raised an eyebrow as she glanced at Buffy. Buffy gave her a wave and smiled.
“Hey, Will.”
“Hey, Buff…how are
you feeling?”
Buffy subconsciously
scratched at the healing wound in her side.
“Pretty much all fixed up. Slayer
healing, gotta love it.”
Willow sniffed again
and tilted her head in a silent question.
Buffy winked, letting her know that they’d talk about it later. Willow nodded and smiled up at Giles as he
handed her the envelope with Xander’s name scrawled across it.
“Thank you! You have no idea how much I appreciate this!”
Giles chuckled and
gave her a bright smile. “I’m sure I can
well imagine. Have a good evening,
Willow.”
“You too!”
Giles shook his head
in amusement as he watched Willow run back down the hall. As he closed the door, he turned his eyes
back to Buffy.
“Are you sure about
this?”
When Buffy gave him a
nod as her answer, he pulled a small bag out of his jacket pocket and sat down
at the round hotel room table. He smiled
at her, pulling a pack of cigarette paper out of the bag as she sat down in the
chair next to him.
She returned his
smile, watching as he pulled two papers from the small rectangular package. “You know that Willow knows something was going on in the way of
drug use, right?”
“Mm-hm.” He gave her a wink and then opened a bag that
contained what looked like ground oregano.
“I’d be more surprised if she didn’t know.”
Buffy’s eyes widened
as the aroma of the herbal mixture wafted her way. “Doesn’t smell like oregano…”
Giles snorted a laugh
and proceeded to fill the paper with the right amount of mull. “If it smells like oregano, then I’ve paid
far too much.”
She rested her head
in her hand, elbow propped up on the table, and watched him…offering him a
gentle smile as he presented a perfectly rolled joint to her just a few moments
later.
“Never would’ve
guessed that one of your many talents would be rolling a joint.”
“Never would’ve guessed
that I’d be rolling one for you.” He
countered, his eyes sparkling. “Have you
smoked a cigarette before?”
“No.” She replied, rolling her eyes when he raised
an eyebrow at her. “Okay, once or
twice…but it was gross.”
He watched her turn
the joint between her fingers, inspecting it closely. “You’ll not want to smoke that like a
cigarette.”
She raised her eyes
to his. “And just how do I want to smoke
it?”
“Small puffs…in
through the mouth, out through the nose.
Don’t try to inhale.”
Her eyes widened as
she lowered her hand. “Why? What’ll happen?”
“Relax.” He chuckled as he recognized her tone
slipping towards panic. “The most that
would happen is that you’d cough…a lot.
You’ll feel the effects just fine without having to experience a
coughing fit reminiscent of whooping cough if you don’t inhale.”
She looked down at
the joint and then handed it to him.
“Show me?”
Hearing the
nervousness in her voice, his smile faded as he looked at her in concern. “Love – ”
She interrupted him
quickly. “I want to try…I just don’t
want to look like a complete idiot.”
Giles picked up the
lighter from the table. “I can’t imagine
you ever looking like a complete idiot.”
Before she could make
a sarcastic comment about looking a little like an idiot, Giles flicked the
wheel on the lighter. She watched
closely as he took a small drag, thin trails of smoke coming out of his
nostrils as he lowered the joint.
“Puff twice and
pass.” He instructed, taking another
drag but inhaling this time.
She arched an eyebrow
at him as she took the joint from him, hoping that he didn’t feel the tremble
in her fingers. “Thought you said not to
inhale.”
He grinned and slowly
released the smoke. “I told you not to inhale. I’ve done this a few times before.”
He had felt the
tremble in her fingers when they brushed against his, but decided not to
mention it. Instead, he leaned forward
and brushed his lips across hers.
“In through your
mouth, out through your nose.” He
reminded softly. “I’m here…and I’ll not
let anything happen.”
She took a deep
breath and gave him a nod. Then she
lifted the joint to her lips. Her brow
furrowed as she took a drag, following his instructions and immediately
breathing the smoke out from her nose.
She coughed lightly, holding
it out to him. “Tastes funny.”
“It’s strong…good
quality. I only buy the best.” He responded, shaking his head as he gestured
to her hand. “Puff twice, then pass it
along.”
“Your rule?”
“No, simply common
knowledge. An etiquette, if you will,
that I’m passing to you.” He swallowed
thickly and lifted his hand to run his fingers through her hair as she took
another puff. “You…are so beautiful.”
“You’re biased.” She answered as she held it out to him again,
smiling as he took it from her this time.
“Perhaps, but it
still holds true.”
Buffy sighed as she
watched the end of the joint glow when he inhaled. He tilted his head in a silent question and
she shrugged a shoulder.
“I just…love
you. A lot.”
He smiled and tapped
the ashes into the ashtray. “That’s very
good to know…considering I’m planning to ask you to marry me.”
When her mouth
dropped open in shock, he cleared his throat.
“I’ll not ask you
now, because I’d prefer us to both be sober…and I have grand romantic notions
about the whole thing. But…I do love you
so, Buffy.”
“Can I see the
ring?” She asked, reaching out to take
the joint back from him.
“What makes you think
I have a ring?”
“You have a
plan. The ring is part of the
plan.” Her eyes sparkled as she puffed
and exhaled. “You wouldn’t have told me
about it if you weren’t ready to put the plan into motion. So…can I see the ring?”
He chuckled and
rubbed his chest through the shirt he was wearing. “Not tonight.”
“Okay, okay…” Her eyes watched his hand, her tongue
moistening her suddenly dry lips. “Can I
see your chest, then?”
“I’m sorry?”
“The worst part about
Willow stopping by? You putting your
shirt on.”
He glanced at her
chest, suddenly realizing that she had failed to put her bra back on when she
had redressed. “I could say the same.”
Grinning, she placed
the nearly-finished joint in the ashtray.
“I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.”
He didn’t think
twice, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. When she did the same, he groaned
softly. His groan became a sharp gasp as
she circled her left nipple, still swollen from his earlier ministrations, with
her fingers.
“Christ…” He growled lustfully as he reached over,
cupping her right breast.
“My head’s a bit
swimmy…” She murmured, taking a deep
breath as she covered his hand with hers.
“Maybe we should…go to bed or something?”
His thumb stroked the
soft skin of her breast as he regarded her carefully. “Any nausea?”
“Nausea? Nausea was something that could’ve
happened?”
“Sometimes.” He stated, using his free hand to brush the
hair back from her face. “If you’re just
‘swimmy’ then you’ve had enough.”
“Are you? Swimmy, I mean.”
He smiled and
nodded. “Sufficiently swimmy. You mentioned bed?”
“Yeah…preferably with
no clothes.”
“You want the bed
nude?” Giles asked teasingly as he stood
and pulled her up with him.
She rolled her eyes
and immediately moved her fingers to the button of his jeans. “If that’s what you want to believe…”
His eyes darkened
further as he grasped her shoulders and pushed her backwards towards the
bed. “You know very well what it is that
I believe.”
She smiled broadly as
he gave her a gentle shove, causing her to fall onto the tousled sheets. He watched her skin take on the flush of
arousal and then noticed just how dilated her pupils were. Grazing his fingers over her abdomen, he
couldn’t help but feel her tremble under his touch.
“Feeling alright,
love?”
She nodded slowly,
closing her eyes as he unbuttoned her jeans.
“Feel like I’m floating. Don’t
let me float away, ‘kay?”
“I won’t.” He chuckled softly, unzipping her jeans
before tugging them and her underwear down her legs.
He glanced at the
nearly healed wound on her side and clenched his jaw. He’d come so close to losing her…again. Determined not to taint her first experience
being stoned with his own maudlin thoughts, he took a deep breath and knelt on
the floor next to the bed.
She opened her eyes
when she felt his tongue glide along her inner thigh. “Oh, God…”
He nipped at her
flesh and then pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
“Uh-huh…” She groaned, reaching down and blindly
grabbing for his head.
He smirked at her
impatience, considering scolding her for it…but deciding otherwise when he felt
her nails scratch at his scalp. He
lifted his eyes to watch her as he parted her lips with his thumbs and lowered
his mouth to her warm flesh.
Her reaction was immediate,
her legs curling over his shoulders…her back arching…her fingers winding in his
hair to hold him in place as she ground her core against his mouth. He closed his eyes, gripping her hips tightly
as he suddenly stabbed his tongue into her.
“God!”
Just as quickly as
his tongue had entered her, he pulled it out and slid it upwards to teasingly
circle her clitoris. Hearing her cry his
name as she neared an orgasm only spurred him onwards. He didn’t let up…sucking, licking, teasing
her clit with his teeth as he pushed two fingers into her.
He had barely curled
his fingers inside of her when she screamed his name, her fluids gushing around
his thrusting digits as she came forcefully.
He moved quickly, pushing her towards the center of the bed as he kissed
his way up her body.
She trembled
violently as he knelt between her thighs and leaned over her, gliding his lips
along her jaw before kissing her deeply.
She slid her tongue into his mouth, tasting the distinct flavour of pot
underneath her essence on his tongue.
She broke the kiss
and gave him a slightly dazed smile as she wrapped her legs around him. He tenderly brushed the hair back from her
face and licked his lips.
“What is it,
love? Are you alright?”
“God, yeah…I’m so
very alright…” She ran her foot along
the back of his denim-clad thigh. “It’s
just…you’re still kinda dressed.”
“An issue easily
sorted.” He murmured, sliding his right
hand up the side of her thigh as he rocked his hips against her. “Still swimmy?”
“Mm-hm…is it always
like that?”
“Like what?” He asked, wrapping his hand around her knee
and pushing it gently away, causing her to spread her legs further.
“You’re always good…very good…with your mouth, but…it’s
never felt that intense before.”
“Too intense?” He questioned, glancing down when he felt her
hands pull at the button of his jeans.
“Need some help?”
“No and no.” She grinned, pulling the button free and
nearly ripping the zipper apart in her effort to rid him of the offending
jeans.
“Careful, love.” He admonished lightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I want you…so
badly…” She groaned, lust heavy in her
voice.
“You have me,
Buffy.” He whispered in return, shifting
just enough to remove his jeans and boxers.
As he settled back between
her thighs and she lifted her legs over his hips, he grinned down at her. “I suppose you’ve had enough foreplay, then?”
“Giles, please…” She whimpered, arching her hips.
“Ssh…” He murmured, his breath warm against her lips
as he slowly pushed his cock into her.
“Please…don’t beg. You’ve no need
to beg for me, Buffy.”
“Oh God…” She groaned, quickly clamping her mouth shut.
He shook his head as
he pulled his hips back and pushed forward again. “No…let me hear you. Don’t worry if the others can hear…let me hear.”
“Kiss me.”
He smiled at her
softly spoken order and brushed his lips across hers. She groaned impatiently and held his head
between her hands, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He matched the thrusting of his hips to those
of her tongue and moved his left hand to her breast. He swallowed her groans as he pulled and
pinched her hard nipple.
When he felt her legs
tighten around him, he gently rolled onto his back…sliding his hands down to
her hips as she tore her mouth from his and moaned loudly.
“That’s it, love…God,
yes…” He growled as she placed her hands
on his chest and pushed herself up.
He watched her
carefully as she moved on top of him.
His eyes settled on her jostling breasts for a moment before focusing on
her face. Her head tilted back, eyes
closed, mouth open as she moaned…
“Alright?” He asked, bending his knees and gently
pushing her until her back was resting against his thighs.
She grabbed at his
forearms, nails digging into his flesh as she gave a pleasurable cry at the
change of angle. “Yes…oh my God…yes!”
He smiled, feeling
her inner walls quiver around him.
“You’ll not come yet…”
“Close…” She panted.
“So close…”
“Mm-hm…but you’ll not
come.” He repeated, carefully sitting up
and placing a warm, sucking kiss on her throat before continuing. “You can feel it…right there, just beyond
your grasp. You can almost graze it with
your fingertips, but you can’t hold on to it…”
“Giles…” She moaned, draping her arms over his
shoulders as she rode him harder.
“You’ll come,
Buffy…but not right now, not yet.
Neither of us will come just yet…”
She stared into his
eyes, wondering if she looked as high as he did at that very moment. “When?”
He smiled and rolled
to his left, hooking his arms under her knees when she landed on her back. “When we think we can take no more.”
“Giles!” She cried out, gripping his shoulders hard
enough to break the skin with her nails.
“Love you…”
He pushed harder
against her, sweat rolling down his chest as he watched her writhe beneath
him. He could feel his own orgasm
floating just beyond his reach, felt the heat intensifying as the wet spot
underneath her grew larger.
Releasing her legs,
he leaned over her and lowered his mouth to hers. He stopped millimetres from her lips and
whispered a heartfelt statement.
“I’ll spend the rest
of my life with you.”
The whispered words
made it to her ears just as his mouth covered hers. And as his tongue slipped between her lips,
she shuddered violently and bathed his thrusting cock with her hot juices.
He continued,
swallowing her cries and groans of ecstasy as she came again quickly. He allowed himself release only when he felt
her fingers wind themselves in his sweat-drenched hair, pulling his mouth from hers
as she screamed his name when her third orgasm crashed over her.
He collapsed at her
side in exhaustion, holding her tightly against his chest as he gasped for
breath. She trembled in his arms, her
forehead pressed to his chest as she panted heavily.
“God…oh…God…”
He smiled as he
closed his eyes. “Okay?”
She swallowed thickly
and nodded as her fingers twitched against his skin. “Love you.”
“I love you...” He whispered, recognizing her jerky movements
as her fighting sleep. “Relax,
love. Let your body rest…”
“Won’t leave?” She
asked, her own exhaustion heard clearly in her voice.
“Not a chance.” He kissed the top of her head and slipped his
left leg between hers. “I’ll hold you
all night…you’ll be fine. Just…rest.”
He waited until he
felt her muscles relax before allowing himself to drift off. He smiled as he heard her murmur two words.
“Like Heaven…”
The night had been
theirs to do as they pleased. Tomorrow
would start a new chapter in their lives…together and with their friends. He smiled sleepily and sighed in contentment.
“Heaven…” He murmured in agreement.
Within moments, they
were both sound asleep…arms around one another, sheets twisted and soaked
through with sweat and come, the aroma of marijuana hanging in the air. And suddenly, the preferred effect of his use
of the drug changed once more.
~ End