Title: Q&A
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: S5’ish…basically AU. No Riley, no Dawn…
Synopsis: Giles receives a gentle push in Buffy’s
direction.
Notes: Special thanks to my beta reader, wyvernwolf.
This story was written for summer_of_giles.
Giles leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his
beer, his eyes trained on his Slayer. This wasn’t normal for him, being at the
Bronze with his young friends, and he found it extremely difficult to relax.
Watching Buffy sway to the gentle beat of the music with Xander didn’t help his
relaxation issues much either.
He was sure that he wanted to spend time with Buffy,
“Interesting dance you two have going on these days,
Giles.”
Giles blinked and turned towards the voice, finding
“Willow…” He began to protest, stopping when she
smiled knowingly.
“I see you watch her when you think no one’s looking.”
Giles cleared his throat nervously. “Yes, well…I’m her
Watcher. I’m required to…uh…Watch her.”
“
She interrupted him with a softly spoken statement. “I
know about the kiss, Giles.”
His eyes snapped to hers, the redness creeping up his
neck at a high rate of speed. “I’m sorry?”
“It’s not like she was announcing it to the world,
but…I can be very persuasive when I want to be. So…one kiss, months ago…and
nothing more?”
Giles sighed and stared at the beer bottle in his hand
as he mumbled softly. “It was a moment of comfort.”
An image suddenly took hold in Giles’ mind. Buffy’s
arms circling his neck, her fingers toying with his soft hair, as he held
her…his tongue gently exploring her mouth. He shook his head to clear the image
and swallowed.
“For her.”
He answered quietly.
“You sure about that?”
“Willow…”
With that said,
“Bugger it.” He muttered and pushed himself from his
chair. His intention was to leave and go home to a cup of tea and research.
His feet, however, had a different plan.
He weaved his way through the maze of people, coming
to a stop in front of Buffy. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Hey.”
“Hello.” He looked around nervously, catching the
smile on Xander’s face as he quietly backed away.
“So…what’s up? Spot a vampire in here or something?”
“Hm?”
He looked back down to find her scanning the crowd. “Oh, no.
Um…Buffy, I…uh, that is…I was wondering…”
She raised her eyes to his face when she heard the
soft curse he uttered. “What is it, Giles?”
He swallowed hard and gestured vaguely. “Would you
care to dance?”
She narrowed her eyes slightly. “What’s going on?”
He sighed heavily and took a deep breath. “Nothing. I…” He shook his head and stepped back. “Nevermind.”
She grabbed his arm quickly, halting his retreat.
“Giles, wait.”
He glanced down at her hand, the beginning of the next
song permeating his mind. He met her eyes and took a step forward into her
personal space.
“Dance with me.”
She nodded slowly and moved into his arms. Though she
tried to stop them, the images of that night rushed into her head.
* * *
He cleaned and dressed the wound quickly, not looking
into her eyes for fear that she would see his concern. She would be alright,
the wound would heal rapidly…as they always did. It wasn’t the injury that
concerned him. It was the fact that he had watched the demon toss her across
the clearing as if she were a rag doll.
“Giles?”
Hearing the worried tone of her voice, he dared to
look up. Her eyes clearly held her fear and he inhaled sharply.
“You’ll be fine, Buffy. It’s fairly superficial…”
She shook her head slowly. “If you hadn’t been there…”
He swallowed as she trailed off, knowing exactly what
she was going to say. He hadn’t been able to kill it, but he was able to get a
clean shot with the crossbow. The demon had howled in pain and ran, leaving
Buffy lying on the ground.
“I’ll find out what it is. We’ll find a way to – ”
His sentence was cut short as she quickly leaned
forward and kissed him. He pulled back and stared at her, his lips tingling.
“Buffy…”
She shook her head again, wrapping her hand around the
back of his neck and pulling him towards her. “Please…just kiss me.”
Telling himself it was only comfort, he sighed and
allowed himself to return the kiss.
* * *
Buffy took a deep breath and pushed the image from her
mind before she let it go too far. He held her loosely as they moved to the
music. They were quiet for a few moments before she took a deep breath and
spoke softly.
“I think this is the closest we’ve been in a few
months. I mean, if you don’t count training…”
“Yes.” He agreed, his eyes closing briefly as she slid
her arms around him. “I, uh…we’ve never discussed what happened.”
“I didn’t think you wanted to.” She shrugged a
shoulder, but didn’t meet his eyes. “I guess the important thing is we stopped
before it went too far.”
When she felt him tense, she raised her eyes quickly. “Giles?”
He stopped moving and stared into her eyes. “We need
to talk, Buffy.”
She averted her eyes and nodded as she took a step
back. “Yeah, okay…”
He scanned their surroundings and quickly found a
hallway in the corner of the building. “Follow me.”
She looked up as he quickly turned and headed towards
the hall. As she followed him, a hand touched her arm. She looked to her left,
finding a young man smiling at her.
“How about a dance?”
She shook her head and glanced at Giles, who was
easily navigating through the crowd of people. “Not now.”
She didn’t give him a chance to respond, quickly
darting off to follow her Watcher. She caught up with him just as he entered
the hallway. He breathed a sigh of relief to find it empty and leaned against
the wall.
“Giles?”
He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled deeply.
“I didn’t want to.”
“Didn’t want to what?” Her eyes narrowed in confusion.
“Stop.”
He met her eyes and swallowed nervously. “I didn’t want to stop.”
She gasped softly, staring at him. “But…you said – ”
“I know what I said, Buffy.”
“It was just comfort. We both needed to be…comforted.”
He could hear the confusion in her voice. He shook his
head and pushed himself off the wall.
“It wasn’t…not for me.”
Two teenaged girls entered the hallway, pushing past
Buffy to reach the door at the end of the hall. Buffy inhaled shakily.
“We can’t talk here, Giles.”
He shoved his hand in his pocket, a brief flicker of
annoyance showing in his eyes. “We really should – ”
“Yeah, we should.” She agreed quickly, pressing her
back against the wall as another girl pushed past them. “But…not here. It’s
too…busy. Let’s go back to your apartment. Make some tea and…talk.”
As a young man entered the hallway, Giles sighed in
understanding. “I guess that would be for the best.”
Buffy carefully exited the hall and made her way to
the door. Giles followed her, anxious and nervous.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The short drive to Giles’ apartment was uncomfortable
and silent. Buffy glanced at him a few times, noticing that he was obviously in
deep thought. Not wanting to disturb him, she turned towards the window and
tried to calm her racing heart.
He made a pot of tea quickly as she sat quietly on his
couch. He loaded a tray with the pot, two cups, milk, sugar…and the cookies
that Buffy had proclaimed as her favourite on more than one occasion.
He took a seat on the far end of the couch and busied
himself with preparing a cup of tea for her. He looked up when she whispered
his name.
She gestured at the tray. “You’re fiddling…”
He raised an eyebrow at her as he dropped two
teaspoons of sugar into the cup. “Fiddling?”
“Yeah.
Buying more time…or whatever.” She sighed softly and
turned towards him. “Just talk.”
He carefully placed the spoon on the tray, staring at
his hands as he idly twisted the ring on his pinky. “I’m sure I don’t know
where to start.”
“Okay.” She blew out a breath and rubbed her hand
against her denim-clad thigh. “Q and A time. The first
question that pops into your head, ask it. I’ll do the same. You go first.”
He twisted the ring again and exhaled slowly. “You
told
“Yeah.
I didn’t really mean to. She kinda knew something was up and…she pulled the old
‘resolve face’ thing on me until I ‘fessed up.” She waited until he nodded
before she asked her question. “Are you upset with me over it?”
He chuckled softly. “No. Surprisingly
not. Did it make you uncomfortable when I kissed you?”
“No. I mean, I kissed you first. And, yeah…it made
things awkward between us, but…that wasn’t because of you. Why did you kiss
me?”
He removed his glasses and placed them on the coffee
table, but he still wouldn’t look at her. “A moment of
selfishness on my part. Do you think we’ll be able to move past this?”
“That wasn’t an answer. If you don’t give a proper
answer then your next question is forfeited…and I get to ask another. Do you
like me, Giles?”
“Yes.” He answered with no hesitation. “Do you regret
what happened that night?”
“No, I don’t.” He finally lifted his head, but kept
his eyes forward. “Do you think you could love me?”
“I already do.” He whispered softly. “Does that
distress you?”
“No.” She edged closer to him and swallowed. “What did
you feel when you kissed me?”
“Elation.”
He cleared his throat and finally looked at her. “Where are you going with this
line of questioning?”
She moved closer to him, reaching out to cup his
cheek. Her eyes darted to his lips as she leaned forward. “Here. Would it be
okay if I kiss you?”
He leaned into her touch, his voice thick as he
nodded. “Only if you’re sure. I don’t think – ”
She cut his sentence off with a gentle kiss on his
lips. “I’m sure, Giles.”
She looked into his eyes and smiled as she rubbed her
thumb across his cheek. “Now…you distracted me and that wasn’t the best kiss I
could give you. Can I try again?”
“Yes…” He whispered breathlessly, his eyes closing as
she leaned into him once more.
Her arms slid over his shoulders as she moulded her
mouth to his. Her fingers ran through his soft hair as she nudged her tongue
between his lips. He groaned softly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling
her closer to him as he returned the passionate kiss.
With a final flick of her tongue against his, she
pulled back and tenderly kissed his lips. Her breathing was heavy as she rested
her forehead against his, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
“Giles?”
“Hm?”
His hands rubbed her back gently as he inhaled deeply.
“When you said that you didn’t want to stop…what
exactly did you mean?”
He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he pulled
back enough to look into her eyes. She saw the fear in his eyes and quickly
shook her head.
“Come on, the Q and A thing
was working really well for us. Let’s go back to that, okay? Just
questions and answers.” He gave her a small nod and she smiled. “What
did you mean?”
“I didn’t want to stop with a kiss.” He licked his
lips and brushed her hair away from her neck. “May I kiss your neck?”
She chuckled softly, tilting her head slightly for
better access. “Yeah…”
He smiled and leaned forward, brushing his lips along
the soft skin. He felt her slight tremble and made his way up the length of her
neck, stopping when he placed a tender kiss on her jaw.
“Your turn for a question.”
He whispered softly.
“If you didn’t want to, then why did you stop?”
He took a deep breath, lifting his fingers to run
through her hair. “Because I wanted to make love with you.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
He smiled shyly and shook his head. “My
turn.” His eyes turned serious as his fingertips grazed her cheek. “Did
I hurt you when I said it was comfort?”
Her eyes glistened as she nodded. “Yes.”
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered,
regret of his poorly chosen words evident in his voice.
“Do you still?” She lowered her eyes from his. “Want
to make love with me, I mean?”
“Very much so.”
He cleared his throat and placed two fingers under her chin, tilting her head
upwards until she was looking at him. “What are you feeling right now?”
“Nervous…and loved.”
Her fingers toyed with the knot of his tie. “Why do you always wear a tie?”
“Habit, I suppose.” He smiled warmly as she pulled the
knot loose. “Am I making you nervous with these revelations?”
“No. I’m nervous because…I want to make love with you
too.” She pulled the tie free and slid it from around his neck, dropping it to
the floor. “How long has your ear been pierced?”
He chuckled softly. “I had it pierced when I left the
Academy. Why are you nervous about wanting to make love with me?”
“You’re more experienced than I am. I don’t want to
disappoint you.” She shivered as his fingers edged under her shirt, stroking
her smooth skin. “Why haven’t you asked if I love you?”
“I worry what your answer might be.” He sighed softly
as she unbuttoned his shirt. “For the record…I honestly don’t believe you could
disappoint me, Buffy.”
She smiled as she pushed his shirt open. “That was
very sweet. A non-question, but very sweet.” She
glanced down, frowning slightly when she noticed a thick scar on his abdomen.
She lightly traced the raised flesh with her fingertip. “What happened?”
“Cabrish demon while I was in training. I learned the
hard way the reason for its horns.” He trembled as she lovingly caressed the
thick tissue. “What are you thinking?”
She looked into his eyes as she pushed his shirt off
his shoulders. “That I love you and I would give just about anything for you to
take me to bed right now.” She gently rubbed his chest when he gasped. “Can I
stay with you tonight?”
“Is that what you want?”
She grinned as she leaned forward and placed a warm
kiss on his sternum. “No answering questions with another question. My turn.”
He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as she moved
her mouth across his chest. “Buffy…”
She lifted her head and smiled, pressing her palm
against his hardened nipple. “Are you in love with me?”
“Yes.” He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening a shade
when he felt her hands unbuckle his belt. “I’m not sure how long I can keep up
the question and answer game, Buffy. I’m coming up with statements, no
questions.”
She raised an eyebrow as she unbuttoned his trousers.
“Give me a statement then.”
His hand slid up her torso, underneath her shirt, and
gently cupped her breast. “Let me love you.”
She moaned softly and pulled her shirt over her head.
“Take me to bed, Giles. Please.”
His eyes watched his hand massage her firm
satin-covered breast. When she reached behind her back and undid the clasp, he
lifted his other hand quickly and held the material so that it continued to
cover her flesh. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.
“Do you love me?” He whispered nervously.
She offered him a warm smile and cupped his cheek. “I
love you. I’m in love with you. And…I’m aching for you to make love to me.”
His heart raced in his chest as he lowered his hands.
She removed the garment and dropped it to the floor, fully expecting his eyes
to fall to her breasts. She was more than a little surprised when his eyes
remained locked with hers as his hands moved to her back and pulled her against
his chest.
He held her tightly for a few minutes before releasing
her and standing. He took hold of her hand and gently pulled her from the
couch. It was then his eyes finally strayed to her bare chest.
“Dear Lord, you’re lovely.”
He picked her up effortlessly, groaning as she wrapped
her legs around his hips and settled her core over his erection. He turned
towards the stairs, making a quick detour to the front door to turn the lock.
As he started to climb the stairs, he noticed her inquisitive look.
“Is everything alright?” He stopped on the landing and
awaited her answer.
She nodded slowly and smiled. “I have one more
question.”
The slight tilt of his head requested her to continue.
“Why did you ask me to dance tonight?”
He returned her smile, giving her a soft kiss before
responding. “
He resumed his climb, brushing his lips across hers. “Smart girl,
Buffy grinned brightly. “Remind me to thank her
later.”
Giles stepped into his bedroom and abruptly turned,
pressing Buffy’s back against the armoire. Buffy groaned as the movement caused
the prominent bulge in his trousers to push against her.
“Giles!”
His eyes sparkled with love and desire as he held her
there for a few moments. “I’ll remind you, love. Much later.”
When he was certain he had gotten his point across, he
turned and took the few steps needed to reach the bed. As he lowered her onto
the mattress, he leant over her semi-nude body and gave her an adoring smile.
His fingers touched the button on her jeans. He pulled
it free as he lowered his mouth to her breast. He heard her gasp as he ran his
tongue along the underside of her firm flesh. He unzipped her jeans before
repositioning his hand on her abdomen. He rubbed her skin soothingly as he took
her already hardened nipple into his mouth.
She groaned at the sensation, the warmth of his
mouth…the softness of his tongue caressing her nipple. He gave the nub an
experimental suck and delighted in the loud moan escaping her lips.
He carefully moved between her legs as he licked a
warm path across her chest, giving the same treatment to her other nipple. When
she wrapped her legs around him and arched her hips towards his, he lifted his
head and smiled.
“There’s no need to rush, Buffy.” At her soft whimper,
he gently rocked his hips. “Making love with you is something I intend to
savour.”
She looked into his eyes, running her hand up his arm.
“I want you.”
He leaned down and kissed her, pressing his erection
against her more firmly. “You have me.”
Before she could respond, he moved down her body and
returned his mouth to each of her breasts briefly. She trembled lightly as he
pressed a warm line of kisses down her abdomen to her navel. As his tongue
dipped into the small indentation, he hooked his fingers under the open
waistband of her jeans and pulled them down to expose her hip.
He moved quickly, placing his mouth on her hipbone and
sucking gently. She groaned loudly, the sound of her pleasure causing his
erection to swell even more. He pushed himself up until he was kneeling between
her legs, slowly tugging the denim and silk underwear down her thighs. Shifting
both of her legs to one side, he quickly removed the
clothing and tossed the items to the floor, leaving her completely bare in
front of him.
“My God.”
He whispered thickly, running his hand along her smooth skin.
Her eyes widened slightly as he moved to the floor,
kneeling next to the bed as he carefully pulled her towards the edge. “Giles…”
“Mm?”
He mumbled softly as he kissed and licked his way up her inner thigh.
“You…you don’t have to…”
He looked up quickly and met her eyes, his smile
dancing in his. “Believe me when I say that I’m not doing this because I feel I
have to. I want very much to taste you, Buffy.”
“Oh God…” She whimpered as he lowered his head,
placing her legs over his shoulders.
When he reached her apex, he inhaled deeply, groaning
at the scent of her arousal. He nuzzled the soft curls before parting her lower
lips with his thumbs, completely exposing her to him. Buffy looked down just in
time to see him drag his tongue through her folds.
“Oh my God!”
She cried out, gripping the sheet tightly with her fingers.
He smiled inwardly, grasping her hips in an effort to
hold her still. He lapped at her flesh with a precision that she was sure she’d
ask him about later. But, right now…she could only focus on the intense
pleasure he was giving so freely.
He looked up at her, enjoying the sight of her
writhing under his oral ministrations. Sensing she was nearing orgasm, he
tightened his grip and covered her clitoris with his mouth, sucking at the
hardened bundle of nerves.
She screamed in ecstasy, breaking his hold on her hips
and grasping his head, holding him against her as her hips bucked. He groaned
and sucked harder, continuing until she was shaking
uncontrollably and her trembling voice whispered his name.
He brought her down slowly, gently kissing her
quivering flesh until she lightly pulled his hair in an unspoken request for
him to stop. He smiled and tenderly pushed her back to the centre of the bed.
She looked up at him through glazed eyes and gestured at his open trousers.
“Not naked…” She panted heavily.
He chuckled softly and sat down on the edge of the
bed, pulling his shoes and socks off. He turned to look at her when he felt her
shift.
“Are you alright?”
She smiled at the genuine concern in his voice and
nodded. “Just a little…impatient.”
He returned her smile playfully. “Should that surprise
me?”
She lightly smacked his arm and pointed to his pants
again. “Get them off, Giles.”
He quickly removed his trousers and boxers and groaned
when she knelt behind him, reaching around and instantly finding his erection
with her warm hand. She kissed his neck, her chest pressed against his back, as
her slender fingers slowly stroked his hardened flesh.
She moved her mouth to his ear, suckling on his lobe
before whispering huskily. “I really need you inside me now, Giles.”
He covered her hand with his, stilling her movement.
“Then…you, uh…you should stop that…”
She smiled and, after placing a gentle nip on his
shoulder, stretched out on the bed with her head on the pillow. He turned
slowly and moved to sit beside of her, his back resting against the headboard.
She raised an eyebrow and pushed herself up, kneeling
beside of him. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and pulled her towards him until she
was straddling his thighs. “Absolutely nothing.”
He ran the back of his hand over her breast as he
leaned forward, brushing his lips across hers. She deepened the kiss quickly,
tasting herself on his tongue. He wound his fingers in her hair as they fought
for control of the kiss.
He gave in after a few moments, allowing her to
plunder his mouth with her tongue. His hands moved to her hips, lifting her
over his erection. When she felt the head nudge her opening, she broke the kiss
and stared into his eyes.
She read his silent request for permission and placed
her hand on his chest. “Yes, Giles…God, yes…”
He squeezed her hips gently, reinitiating the kiss as
he slowly pulled her down. He groaned into her mouth, feeling her warmth
surround him. When his entire length was embedded in her, she ended the kiss
and rested her forehead against his.
“God…” She breathed heavily, allowing her body to
adjust to the intrusion.
“Alright?”
He asked, his heart pounding in his chest as his hands
moved to her back.
“Very alright…” She whispered, running her fingers
through his tousled hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” His eyes closed for a moment when
she rocked her hips. “Oh, Buffy…”
She smiled shyly and repeated the motion, lowering her
mouth to his neck and nibbling lightly with her lips. “Is this…right?”
He gently thrust his hips as he nodded. “Incredible.”
“I’ve…never done it like this before.” She admitted
softly, raising her head and looking into his eyes.
“Would you prefer…something else?”
“No…God, this feels…” She gripped his shoulder
tightly. “I can feel you everywhere…don’t stop…”
He continued matching her movements, slowly building
her orgasm. She groaned as he whispered to her…how much he loved her, how much
he wanted her…how much he needed her. Her eyes glistened brightly when he told
her how proud he was of her…how much joy she brought into his life.
When she whispered that she needed more, he smiled and
carefully rolled their bodies until he was cradled between her thighs. Her hands
moved across his sweat-covered back as her hips lifted to meet each of his long
strokes.
He felt her inner muscles quiver against his cock as
she moaned his name. He lowered his head until his lips were brushing her ear.
His breath was hot against her skin as he whispered in a desire-filled voice.
“Come for me, Buffy. Come for me and take me with
you.”
Mere seconds later, she complied…screaming his name as
her orgasm crashed over her. He was able to hold on for five more thrusts
before his muscles tensed and he flooded her inner walls, her name leaving his
lips on a loud groan.
When his arms threatened to give out, he shifted
slightly and collapsed at her side. She trembled as he pulled her tightly into
his arms, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.
He lifted a shaking hand and brushed her damp hair
back from her face. “I love you so much, Buffy.”
She smiled, her eyes showing her fatigue. “I love
you.”
“Stay with me tonight.” He whispered softly.
Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and she
leaned into him for a kiss. She had no intentions of leaving tonight…or any
other night, for that matter.
But, she’d discuss that with him later.
Maybe over breakfast.
~ End