Title: Persuading Quentin
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Immediately after Enough is Enough.
Synopsis: Buffy and Giles have a phone call to make.
Author’s
Note: This is a bridging fic for Enough is
Enough and Frustration, which were both bunnies given to me by 4thderevko. And, as usual, thank you wyvernwolf!
Buffy crept back into
the apartment, golden sword in her hand.
She glanced up the stairs and smiled when she heard a gentle snore come
from the loft. Her first thought was to
put the sword down and go upstairs, but…she wasn’t sure what damage Kleptine
blood would cause to gold if it was allowed to dry.
With a heavy sigh,
she walked into the kitchen and found a clean cloth. She furrowed her brow in thought when she
couldn’t find anything in any of the cupboards that stated it could be used to
clean gold. Then a smile formed on her
lips when she remembered what her mother used to clean her jewellery.
She cast another
glance up to the loft and then hurried into the bathroom.
* * *
Giles woke quickly
when he felt a wet heat surround a lower part of his anatomy. His eyes snapped open as he groaned, his hand
reaching down and touching the soft hair that brushed his thighs with each bob
of her head.
“Dear Lord…Buffy…”
She smiled inwardly
as she looked up at him as he groaned again when she swirled her tongue around
the hard shaft in her mouth. His hips
arched towards her as his fingers tangled in her hair.
“Jesus…” He hissed as she increased her suction and
gently squeezed his testicles with her left hand. “If you…keep that up…”
“Mm?” She mumbled around his erection, her smile
dancing in her eyes as she lightly scratched the nails of her right hand over
his hip.
“Fucking hell…not
going to last…long…”
He had expected her
to pull her mouth from his cock and maybe climb on top of him. He definitely hadn’t expected her to suck harder
and faster, silently urging him to come.
He groaned loudly and bucked his hips as she gave him another squeeze.
“Buffy! Christ!”
Her own moan vibrated
against his flesh as she straddled his leg and rubbed her wet core over his
skin. His hands moved to cup her cheeks,
holding her head still as he stared into her eyes.
“For God’s sake,
Buffy…come here.” He inhaled sharply as
her tongue continued to lick at his cock.
“I need…to taste you…to bury my tongue inside of you…”
She gave a muffled
groan and moved quickly as his hands dropped from her face. As she turned her body and lifted her leg
over his chest, his hands found her hips and pulled her down to his mouth.
Her body shuddered
above him as he quickly stabbed his tongue into her depths. She lost her concentration momentarily and he
used the opportunity to quickly roll their bodies, pressing his knees into the
mattress on either side of her head as he supported his upper body with his
left hand next to her knee.
He struggled to keep
his hips still, to keep from thrusting his cock into her throat, as he replaced
his tongue with two fingers and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. She responded with a low growl as she ground
her hips against him, clutching at his hips and pulling him down quickly before
pushing him back up…effectively forcing him to fuck her mouth.
He groaned against
her sensitive flesh, twisting his fingers inside of her as he moved his hips
with careful precision, continuing the rhythm that she set for him. Satisfied that he would keep thrusting into
her mouth, she let go of his hips and moved her hands between them in search of
his nipples.
Her fingers found the
hardened nubs quickly and proceeded to pinch and rub them as he nibbled at her
clit, gifting her with the occasional flick of his tongue. When she felt his cock thicken in her mouth,
she raked her nails down his sides and lifted her hips to increase the pressure
of his mouth against her.
Feeling the moisture
quickly gathering around his thrusting fingers, he sucked hard at her
clit. He knew that he was only a few
strokes away from coming and was determined to bring her with him. She trembled beneath him and he smiled
inwardly, holding her clitoris between his teeth and lapping at the swollen nub
with his tongue.
As her fluids gushed
around his fingers, he lifted his head and groaned her name as he thrust one
more time into her hot mouth and came.
She swallowed greedily, her hips bucking wildly as a second orgasm
crashed over her.
Falling to her side
and gently pulling his softening cock from between her lips, he panted heavily
and ran his wet fingers along her stomach.
“My God…”
“You okay?” She whispered breathlessly as she moved her
body back around and rested her head against his chest.
“Mm-hm…” He mumbled as his left arm curled around her,
holding her to him. “I do believe that,
uh…that was the best wake up call I’ve ever received.”
She smiled and lifted
her head to kiss him. She whimpered
softly as his tongue slipped into her mouth, allowing her to taste her essence
on his tongue. He ended the kiss slowly
and ran his fingers through her hair as he smiled adoringly at her.
“I love you.”
She returned his
smile as she gently rubbed her fingers over his chest, able to feel his heart
still pounding. “I love you too.”
He licked his lips
and swallowed as he took a deep breath.
“The Kleptine?”
“Really dead. Like in pieces that I had to bury before I
could come home.”
His heart skipped a
beat at her words, his smile gleaming in his eyes. “And you seem to have come through the battle
unscathed.”
“Mm-hm.” She murmured as she snuggled closer to him.
They were quiet for a
few moments before she sighed heavily and lifted her head once more. “Giles?
What are we going to tell Travers?”
“Ssh.” He whispered and gently forced her head back
to his chest. “Sleep now.”
“But…”
“Ssh, love.” He continued when she started to
protest. “It will all work itself out in
the morning. For now…I believe that both
of us are too exhausted to start plotting against Quentin Travers and archaic
Council guidelines.”
She furrowed her
brow, but closed her eyes. “You have to
be the only person in the world who can still talk like that even when you’re
falling asleep.”
A smile played at his
lips as he began to drift further.
“Ssh.”
Knowing that she
wasn’t going to be able to get any more communication other than ‘ssh’ out of
him for now, she yawned and closed her eyes.
She wouldn’t have admitted it to him for anything, but she was exhausted
as well.
Hours of intense sex,
then fighting a demon, and then coming back to him and having two more orgasms…
There was only so
much that even a Slayer could take.
* * *
As the sun filtered
in through the blinds on the bedroom window, Buffy woke to find Giles lying
next to her, staring at the ceiling. She
shifted her body, grimacing at the stickiness between her thighs.
He smiled softly and
gently ran his fingertips down her spine.
“Alright, love?”
“Mm, yeah…just
really…sticky.” She met his eyes as he
chuckled. “And what were you doing
staring at the ceiling?”
“Waiting for you to
wake so that I could go to the bathroom.”
She shook her head
and laughed. “You didn’t have to wait
for me to wake up before you – ”
“I didn’t want you to
wake up in bed alone.” He offered
quietly as he looked into her eyes. “I
couldn’t allow that, Buffy.”
“Oh.” She whispered. “Thank you.”
He placed a soft kiss
on her lips and then began untangling their limbs. “But, now that you’re awake…would you care to
join me for a shower and then maybe some breakfast?”
She smiled lovingly
at him as he climbed out of bed. “Sounds
great. I’ll give you five minutes?”
He gave her a quick
wink and grabbed his robe. She stretched
and sighed happily, content to stay where she was for a few more minutes.
It wasn’t long before
she heard his voice calling out.
“Buffy? What happened to all of the toothpaste?”
She grimaced and
climbed out of the bed, looking down at him over the railing of the loft. She smiled, thinking he looked pretty
adorable standing there in the living room with his robe gaping open at the top
and an empty toothpaste tube in his hand, a confused expression on his face as
he looked up at her.
“Um…I used it to
clean your sword.”
His confusion seemed
to grow as he glanced at the tube and then back to her. “I’m sorry?”
“There was Kleptine
blood all over it…and I couldn’t find any jewellery cleaner.” She offered as an explanation.
“So you used all of the toothpaste?”
Buffy shrugged and
offered him a shy smile. “Mom uses
toothpaste to clean her rings and stuff…and…it’s a big sword, Giles. And there was a lot of blood on it.”
He shook his head in
mild amusement and gestured towards the hall.
“Coming?”
* * *
The shower had ended
up taking a good twenty minutes longer than it should have. Kisses and caresses seemed to have been more
important than actually cleaning their bodies.
They were able to complete the seemingly simple task just as the hot
water ran out.
After they had gotten
dressed, Giles started breakfast. He had
forgotten how hard it could be to prepare scrambled eggs when a lovely woman
was preoccupied with the taste and texture of his neck. After mildly scolding her after he scorched
the second batch of eggs, she grinned and sat down at the breakfast bar out of
his way.
When he was finally
able to fill two plates with perfectly cooked scrambled eggs, sausage links,
and a grilled tomato, he leaned over the bar to give her a tender kiss.
“Finally, breakfast
is served.” He whispered with a smile as
he poured two cups of coffee and pushed one towards her.
She grinned as she
picked up her fork and fed him a large forkful of her eggs. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he
laughed and pointed to her plate with his fork.
“Your plate, your
food.”
She shrugged and
popped a bite of sausage into her mouth.
“Maybe I like to share. No one’s
ever cooked me breakfast before. Except
for Mom, I mean.”
“Really?” Giles asked as he fed her a bite of his
tomato. “I enjoy cooking. I enjoy it even more when I have someone to
cook for.”
“What are you going
to tell Travers?” She asked bluntly.
“Interesting
detour.” He said as he chewed a piece of
sausage.
“Sorry.” She replied sheepishly as she pushed the
remainder of her eggs around on her plate.
“I just…worry.”
He took a sip of his
coffee and gave her a nod. “I
understand, Buffy. I was just hoping to
delay this discussion until after breakfast.”
“Why?” She asked quickly, her brow furrowing. “Your idea’s bad, isn’t it? You’re going to tell him that we’re together
and he’s going to send some Council mafia after you or something!”
He chuckled in spite
of the seriousness of the matter and shook his head. “No.
At least, that wasn’t my idea…for, as you stated, that is a bad idea.”
“Oh.” She ran her finger over the rim of her coffee
cup and bit her lip. “So…what is your
idea?”
“Pretty simple,
actually. I plan on calling him and
giving him my resignation.”
Buffy looked at him
incredulously. “Uh-huh. And he’s not going to question that at all, is
he?”
“Oh, he will.” Giles stated calmly as he took another sip of
his coffee.
Buffy’s eyes
widened. “And?”
“And I’ll tell him
that due to the archaic guidelines set forth by the Council concerning the relationship
between a Watcher and his Slayer, I can no longer serve as your Watcher.”
Buffy blew out an
exasperated sigh. “Why not just tell him
that we’re fucking and you quit?”
He lifted his hand to
her cheek and shook his head. “Because
I’ve yet to fuck you, Buffy.”
She rolled her
eyes. “You know what I mean, Giles. That’s what he’s going to assume as soon as
you say that. It sounds all pretty with
your British phrasing and accent…but, it all boils down to the same thing. He may be an ass, but he’s not stupid.”
“Mm-hm.” He gently stroked her skin with his thumb and
smiled. “And that’s where you come in.”
Confusion shone in
Buffy’s eyes. “Huh?”
His tongue darted out
to wet his lips. “Does your offer to
resign with me still stand?”
“Of course it
does.” She answered with no
hesitation. “But, how is that going to
keep him from sending people to kill you?”
“Killing me will not
solve his problem should we both resign.”
Buffy sighed
heavily. “Okay, am I just really
clueless or are you making absolutely no sense?”
A slow smile appeared
on his lips as he lowered his hand from her cheek and reached for his coffee
cup. “I did some thinking while you were
out last night. Should a Slayer resign,
which is unprecedented, a new Slayer cannot be called until the previous
Slayer’s life has ended.”
“Uh-huh. So…I resign, no new Slayer…then they send
someone to kill me.” Buffy replied, not
understanding why Giles was smiling.
“This idea is as bad as just telling him…”
“I don’t think that
he’ll send anyone to kill you, Buffy.”
Buffy stared at him
and shook her head. “Giles…this is
Travers we’re talking about.”
“I’m hopeful that
he’ll listen to our argument and take what you said last night into
consideration.” When she raised an
eyebrow in a silent question, he took a sip of his coffee and cleared his
throat. “About us not being my
grandparents and that we’ve been successfully working together without allowing
our personal feelings to interfere with our missions in Sunnydale.”
Buffy was quiet for a
moment, her mouth dropping open as she stared at him. “You’re ‘hopeful’? Giles…like I said, we’re talking about Travers.”
“If that doesn’t
work…I’ll reason with him.” Giles
stated, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Buffy sat back in her
chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
“You’ll reason with him? Or…Ripper will?”
Giles placed his
palms on the counter and leaned forward, looking directly into her eyes. “I refuse to walk away from you, Buffy. I will do whatever I have to do to ensure
your safety as well as – ”
“What if he kills you
instead?” She interrupted, her hands
falling to her lap as she leaned forward.
He lifted his hand to
her face and offered her a warm, loving smile.
“I think we can persuade him, Buffy.
He may be an ass, but he’s not stupid.”
Buffy nearly smiled
as he gave her own words back to her.
Giles lowered his hand and gestured to her plate. “Now…what do you say to finishing breakfast
and then – ”
“Making love on the
couch?” She supplied, a hopeful tone in
her voice.
He chuckled and shook
his head. “I was actually going to say
that we’d make the call. But, perhaps I
can be persuaded into other activities prior to the inevitable phone conversation.”
Buffy grinned and
picked up her fork. “I happen to be a
master of persuasion, you know.”
He finished the rest
of his coffee and returned her grin.
* * *
Buffy threw her head
back and screamed his name as she came, his come bathing her inner walls as her
name left his lips on a loud groan. His
hands moved from her hips to her back as her movements slowed, his softening
cock still buried within her.
She seemingly had no
interest in moving, just as he seemingly had no interest in moving her. They stayed where they were as they each
waited for their breathing to calm.
After a few minutes, he gently rubbed her back.
“Buffy…”
She lifted her head
from his shoulder and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Mm?”
“As much as I love
you…and as much as I love making love with you…” He smiled as he tenderly ran his fingertips
down the side of her neck. “You really
need to stop distracting me. It’s nearly
noon…”
She bit her lip and
lowered her eyes. “It’s not all for
distraction, Giles.”
He kissed her lips
and held her to him, her breasts pressing into his chest. “I know, love. But…we should get this over with…sooner,
rather than later.”
“I’m scared.” She whispered almost inaudibly, her bottom
lip beginning to quiver. “What if it
doesn’t work and they come after you?”
“Ssh.” He rubbed her back in a soothing manner and
swallowed thickly. “We’re going to work
this out. One way or the other, Buffy.”
“But – ”
“I promise.” He interrupted her protest, his conviction
firm in his voice as he stared into her eyes.
“We’re going to work this out.”
She took a deep
breath and exhaled slowly as she started to move off of him. His hands moved to her hips, stopping her
movement.
“Where are you
going?”
She raised an eyebrow
at him. “Um…getting dressed.”
“But…why?” He asked softly in genuine curiosity.
“I don’t want to talk
to Travers while I’m naked.” She
answered seriously.
He chuckled as his
hands loosened their hold on her, allowing her to move to his side. “It isn’t exactly a video call, Buffy.”
She rolled her eyes and
started gathering their clothing from the floor, throwing his jeans at him
after slipping his shirt on. “I am not sitting here naked while we’re
talking to Travers, video call or not.”
He smiled softly at
her, slipping into his jeans as he watched her fingers nimbly button the
shirt. “There’s something incredibly
sexy about you wearing my shirt…”
She rolled up the
sleeves and returned his smile. “If you
start thinking like that, we’re never going to get this phone call made. And you’re the one determined to do it right
now.”
He swallowed and
reached over to the lamp table to grab the phone. He stared at it for a few seconds, meeting
her eyes when he felt her hand gently rub his chest.
Seeing the love
shining brightly in her eyes, he smiled and took a calming breath…and then
dialled the number that he hadn’t called in a very long time.
* * *
“Travers.”
Giles cleared his
throat and reached for Buffy’s hand.
“Hello, Quentin.”
“Rupert? This is a surprise. I trust all is well in Sunnydale?”
Giles smiled. “Yes.
Yes, it is.”
“Mm-hm. Surely you aren’t calling for social
purposes.” Quentin replied, his tone
cautious.
“No, purely
business.” He lightly squeezed Buffy’s
hand and quickly continued. No reason
for small talk. “I’m calling to inform
you of my resignation…effective immediately.”
Buffy gestured
towards the phone, her eyes wide. Giles
furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding what she wanted. She sighed heavily and grabbed the handset,
punching the button to put the call on loudspeaker just in time to hear Quentin
Travers splutter his reply.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m standing down as
Buffy’s Watcher…as of now.”
The line was silent
for a few moments before they heard Quentin’s sigh. “Good God, you’ve done it, haven’t you? You’ve embarked on a romantic relationship
with Ms. Summers.”
Giles raised an
eyebrow, surprised at Quentin’s calm tone.
“You don’t really sound surprised, Quentin.”
“That’s due to the
fact that I’m not. I saw this coming
during her Cruciamentum.”
Buffy furrowed her
brow. “You said he had a father’s love
for me.”
“Ah, Ms.
Summers. I had a feeling you were
listening in.” He chuckled softly. “Those were my words, yes. Intended to bait Rupert into denying his
growing emotions towards you. He denied
nothing, as I recall. In fact, the
clench of his jaw told me all I needed to know.
Though, I must admit I had hoped that he would be able to restrain his
feelings for you.”
“I quit too,
Travers. It’s not just Giles handing in
his resignation with this call.”
Quentin took a deep
breath. “You’ve told her of the
consequences of a Watcher romancing his Slayer?”
“I have.” Giles responded confidently.
“I see.” Quentin cleared his throat and the sound of
his chair creaking as he leaned back carried through the line. “Your resignation is declined. As is yours, Ms. Summers.”
Buffy’s eyes widened
in alarm. “You can’t do that! We quit!”
“Ms. Summers – ”
She continued as
though she didn’t hear him. “Do you hate
Giles so much that you’d have him…or me…killed because we fell in love? That’s…that’s…archaic!”
Quentin laughed and
Buffy and Giles exchanged a confused look.
His laughter held no malice, only amusement.
“Ms. Summers, I have
no intentions of killing either one of you.”
“But…Giles said…because
of what happened with his great-grandparents…and we’re so not like them! We’ve worked together just fine, saving the
world a few times even, for the past year!”
Quentin spoke only
when he was sure that Buffy was actually listening to him.
“The near destruction
of the world due to the actions of Richard Giles and
Giles’ eyes
narrowed. “What are you saying,
Quentin?”
“Do either of you
recall, as children, being told certain things?”
“Like what?” Buffy questioned.
“For you, Ms.
Summers…I would imagine that your parents told you, in the month or so before
Christmas, that if you didn’t behave…Santa wouldn’t visit your house. Or if he did, he’d leave…coal, I believe,
instead of toys.”
Buffy’s mouth dropped
open as she looked into Giles’ eyes, which were showing an equal amount of
surprise and confusion. “What?”
“It was a way to keep
children in line. Much as the story of
what would happen to a Watcher, or his Slayer, should they begin a
relationship.” Quentin smiled. “I should have known that Rupert would be the
one to test the waters on this.”
A slow smile appeared
on Giles’ face. “There is no punishment
for a romantic relationship between a Watcher and his Slayer, is there,
Quentin?”
Quentin chuckled
again. “No, not at all. However…the two of you will be monitored
closely, as I’m sure you can understand.”
“Monitored?” Buffy asked in concern. “Like…bugs and spy cameras and people
watching us while we – ”
“No.” Quentin interrupted her quickly. “Nothing like that, Ms. Summers. I assure you, I have no interest in watching
the two of you while you’re…doing anything.”
“Well, what does ‘monitored’
mean then?” Buffy asked, more to Giles
than Quentin.
“Detailed reports.”
Buffy narrowed her
eyes and stared at the phone. “You don’t
want to watch but you want to read about – ”
“No!” Quentin replied loudly, laughter in his
tone. “Detailed reports on solutions to
various problems that arise in Sunnydale…especially those of an apocalyptic
nature, no reports are needed on personal matters involving you and Rupert.”
“Oh.” Buffy stated quietly. “Well, we can do that…”
“Rupert?”
Giles swallowed and
looked at the phone. “Yes?”
“Neither you nor Ms.
Summers are in any danger from anyone at the Council. And…while this isn’t encouraged, I do wish
the two of you nothing but the best.”
“Thank you.” Giles whispered, his eyes meeting Buffy’s as
he lifted his hand to stroke her cheek.
“Are we in agreement
that neither of your resignations should be accepted?”
Giles nodded slowly,
his fingers moving to the buttons on the shirt Buffy was wearing. Buffy smiled and answered for him.
“Yeah, we’re in
agreement, Travers.”
Quentin chuckled
again. “Very well. I was just on my way out the door when you
rang, so if we’ve finished here…”
“Yes. Yes, I do believe this conversation is
finished.” Giles whispered as he pulled
the last button free and parted the material, exposing her breasts to him. “Have a good evening, Quentin.”
“You, as well. Oh, and Ms. Summers?”
“Yeah?” Buffy choked out as Giles’ fingers found her
left nipple.
“Treat him well. I’ve never seen such adoration and devotion
in a man before.”
Buffy opened her
mouth to respond, but didn’t have the chance to as Quentin disconnected the
line. They both looked at the phone as
Giles turned it off.
“Well, that wasn’t
exactly what I was expecting.” He said
as he placed the phone back on the lamp table.
“Maybe he’s not such
an ass after all?” Buffy offered as he
gently pushed her onto her back and leaned over her.
He smiled as he
lowered his mouth to her breast.
“Perhaps…”
As his lips closed
around her nipple, she decided that they had better things to talk about than
Quentin’s ass-like qualities.
~ End