Title: Smoulder
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline:
Basically AU, sometime in S5. I
know this because Giles has the Magic Box.
No Riley, no Dawn. They are
non-issues.
Synopsis: Buffy and
Giles seem to be having a hard time concealing their relationship.
Author’s Note:
Special thanks to wyvernwolf. She
always makes my stories better.
Giles could feel the
young man staring at him. He refused to
give in to the urge to squirm in his chair.
Instead, he sighed and turned the page of the book he was currently
searching for the answer to their latest Hellmouth issue.
Xander met
“Hey, Giles?”
Giles fought the
desire to groan, after all Buffy had warned him this might be coming.
“Hm?”
“How long have you
and Buffy been sleeping together?”
Xander jerked his leg
out of the path of
“Excuse me?” He asked evenly.
Xander smiled,
despite the glare that Giles was sending his way. “Come on, you can tell me…man to man. And, besides…I’ve seen the smouldering looks
you give her.”
Giles narrowed his
eyes. “First of all, if you were a true
man you wouldn’t ask such a question.
Second of all, I most certainly do not smoulder.”
Xander raised an
eyebrow at him and glanced at
Xander grinned and leaned
forward slightly. “And…you kinda didn’t
deny it. Just like Buffy kinda didn’t
deny it when I asked her.”
Giles’ jaw clenched
and then released. “I am not ‘sleeping
with Buffy’.”
“Uh-huh, yeah that
convinced me. What about you, Will?”
Giles opened his
mouth to utter a scathing remark, closing it when the bell over the door
sounded. Giles turned his head,
suppressing the urge to grin when he saw her.
“Hello, Buffy.”
“Hey…” Buffy glanced at
Xander shrugged his
shoulders and chuckled as he rubbed his head.
“I told you…I’m getting to the bottom of this. And I told you if you wouldn’t come clean, I
was gonna ask Giles.”
“Asshole.” Buffy muttered as she slumped into a chair
opposite Giles. She glared at
Xander. “Don’t you have an ex-demon to
go have sex with or something?”
Xander looked down at
his watch and pushed his chair back.
“Yeah…um…well, not the sex part.
Dinner, yes…”
Buffy rolled her eyes
and looked at
“No.”
“For God’s
sake.” Giles mumbled and stood. “For the last time, I do not smoulder!”
Giles waved a hand in
her direction and moved behind the counter.
Xander grinned and grabbed his backpack.
Buffy took a deep
breath and watched Giles as he fidgeted with a display of charms. “You okay?”
He looked up as he
pulled a specific charm from the display.
“Yes. I am grateful that you
warned me.”
She walked over to
the counter and smiled at him. “You
know…they don’t believe either one of us.
Even though we are technically telling the truth.”
Giles cleared his
throat and held the charm threaded onto a soft leather cord out to her. “I, uh…I got this for you.”
She raised an eyebrow
at him. “I saw you pull that from the
display, Giles.”
He smiled shyly. “It was merely there to keep Anya from asking
questions. I, uh…I had it made for you
specifically.”
She smiled brightly
as he slid the small silver amulet into her hand. “Wow, thanks.
What’s it for?”
“Protection.” He answered vaguely.
“Pretty non-specific
answer. Protection from what?”
He cleared his throat
and reddened slightly. “This is,
uh…well, it’s from the worshippers of Pukkeenegak.”
She stared at him
with a blank expression. “Okay, that
clears everything right up for me.”
Giles took a deep
breath. “Pukkeenegak is an Inuit
goddess of, um…children, pregnancy, and childbirth.”
Buffy tilted her head
slightly, a smile tugging at her lips.
“So…this protects me from children, pregnancy, and childbirth?”
“Well, that
and…clothing.” He replied softly. “She’s also the goddess of clothes-making.”
“So, I’m never going
to be a fashion designer then?” She
grinned as he chuckled.
She slipped it around
her neck and stood up straight. “How’s
it look?”
“Beautiful.” He whispered, glancing down at the charm
briefly. “Just as everything looks on
you.”
She inhaled sharply and
leaned across the counter. “I missed
you.”
He met her halfway,
brushing his lips across hers.
* * *
A few hours later,
“Hey, Will.”
“Um…hi.”
Buffy raised an
eyebrow and stepped back from the door in a silent invitation. “What’s with the nerves?”
“Will?”
Buffy rolled her eyes
and flopped down beside of
Buffy inhaled
sharply. “Um…”
“I didn’t mean to…when
I left, I forgot some herbs that Tara and I needed for a spell. I came back to pick them up, and…um…”
“Saw us?”
“Shit.” Buffy muttered under her breath. She looked into
“Oh.”
“We were going
to…next week.” Buffy sighed and leaned
back against the cushions. “We just
wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while.”
“Do you love him?”
Buffy nodded, keeping
her eyes on
“Oh, I already knew
that. I knew that last year.”
Buffy raised an
eyebrow. “Last year? How did you know that?”
Buffy chuckled
softly, relaxing when she realized that
“So, you’re together
and in love with each other, but…nothing more than some hot and heavy kissing?”
“Oh no, there’s been
more.” Buffy admitted without
thinking. She shook her head in mild
amusement. “But…no, we haven’t…”
A small grin tugged
at the corner of Buffy’s mouth. “Yet. Kinda hoping I can change that tonight…after
patrol.”
Buffy laughed and
pushed herself up from the couch. “Just
let me get my bag.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Giles groaned as
Buffy pushed him back against the cushions of the couch and climbed on top of
him, straddling his thighs. Her mouth
moved to his neck, her lips gently nipping at his skin as her fingers pulled
his tie free. His hands slipped under
her blouse and moved slowly up her back.
“
“Mm-hm.” She mumbled against his skin.
“And…God, that feels
nice…” He tilted his head, giving her
more access. “Buffy…”
She smiled at his
husky tone and started working on the buttons of his shirt, her tongue flicking
against his neck. “Mm?”
He gasped as she
settled her denim-clad core over his erection and rocked against him. “Dear Lord…Buffy…”
She lifted her head,
her hands parting his shirt and sliding through the soft hair on his
chest. “Giles…don’t stop tonight.”
He licked his lips
and lightly ran his fingertips along her spine.
“Are you sure?”
She reached up and
traced his bottom lip with her thumb.
“You’ve never left me wanting in the five weeks we’ve been together…and
my God, the things you can do with your hands…but, I really want to feel
you inside of me tonight, Giles.”
She moaned softly as
he pulled her thumb into his mouth and gently sucked as his fingers undid the
clasp of her bra. Her eyes darkened a
shade as she rocked against his erection.
“And…I think you want
the same thing…”
He released her thumb
and stared into her eyes. “I do.” His eyes darted to her slightly swollen
lips. “Kiss me, Buffy…”
She smiled and
lowered her mouth to his, flicking her tongue against his lip before sliding
her hand into his hair and moulding her mouth to his. His groan rumbled in his chest as she nudged
her tongue between his lips, sliding it along his.
He slipped his hands
out from under her blouse and moved them to cradle her face, sucking her tongue
briefly before taking control of the kiss. He shifted underneath her, easily moving her
slight weight and laying her down on the couch.
He broke the kiss as
she rested her knees against his sides, his hips gently thrusting against
her. “I love you.”
She smiled at the
whispered statement and ran her hand down his chest, coming to a rest on his
belt buckle. “I love you too.”
He glanced down at
her chest, licking his lips hungrily when he noticed her erect nipples. “Christ, I want you…”
She quickly
unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open.
“What do you want?”
His eyes were nearly
black with desire when he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Everything.
Absolutely everything.”
“Then take it…take it
all…” She whispered thickly, arching her
hips towards him.
He stared at her for
a moment and then pushed himself up, kneeling between her thighs as he shook
his head slowly. She groaned in protest
at the loss of contact.
“Giles!”
He smiled softly and
ran his hand over her thigh. “Not
here. Not for our first time. It can’t be here.”
“What?” She whimpered. “Giles…”
He read the
frustration in her eyes and shook his head.
“You misunderstood
me.” He spoke softly, reaching out to
run his finger over her lace-covered nipple.
“What I meant was…I can’t make love to you here. Our first time should…well, it should be in
the bed…not on a worn leather lounge…”
“Oh.” She replied sheepishly.
His smile returned as
she shivered under his light touch. “I
apologize for my wording…I, uh…I seem to be having trouble thinking clearly at
the moment.”
“Is that good or
bad?” She whispered as her hand found
his chest again.
He inhaled sharply
and stood, pulling her up with him.
“Depends on your view, I suppose.”
She glanced down at
his groin, grinning as she ran her finger over the hard bulge in his trousers. “I think I have a pretty good view,
actually…”
He grabbed her hand
and pulled it from his groin, lacing his fingers with hers as the fingers of
his other hand grazed her cheek. “Come
to bed with me.”
She leaned into his
touch and sighed. “Lead the way…”
He smiled and leaned
down, kissing her soundly before backing his way through the living room. She grinned up at him and gestured towards
the stairs.
“Shouldn’t you watch
where you’re going?”
He chuckled
softly. “I know this house well enough
to find my way in the pitch dark while I’m out of my mind on painkillers
without bumping into anything. I’m
rather sure I can lead you to the bedroom safely. Besides…I’d rather look at you.”
She let go of his
hand and shrugged her blouse off, following that with the removal of her bra
and letting both garments drop to the floor.
He paused for a split second and stared at her.
“Jesus…” He whispered breathlessly.
She blushed lightly
as his eyes roamed over her chest. “I
like the way you make me feel beautiful.”
He took hold of her
hand again and resumed his movement, easily navigating up the stairs. “You are, don’t you know that?”
“I never thought
so.” She sighed as he pulled her into
his bedroom and stopped, drawing her to his chest. “Not until you.”
He wrapped his arms
around her and lowered his lips to her shoulder. “Interesting.
I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”
She shuddered as he
ran his tongue along her collarbone.
“You should’ve had your glasses rechecked years ago.”
He slid his hand
between them, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans before lifting her in
his arms and carrying her to the bed.
“Nonsense.”
She laughed softly as
he dropped her on the bed and leaned over her.
She ran her fingers over his head and smiled brightly.
“Or maybe you had one
too many head injuries…”
He slipped his leg
between hers and lowered his head, brushing his lips across hers. “Or perhaps I’ve always seen you for what you
are and not expected you to be anything you’re not.”
“And what am I?” She whispered on a groan as he rubbed his
thigh against her core.
“You’re Buffy.” He answered simply.
She stared into his
eyes, lifting her hand to caress his cheek.
“My God, I’m in love with you.”
Before he had a
chance to respond, she pulled him down for a passionate kiss. As her tongue pushed its way into his mouth,
she rolled him onto his side and moved her hand down to his trouser-clad
erection.
He groaned into her mouth
as she gently massaged him, his hips rocking against her hand to increase the
pressure. She smiled inwardly and deftly
unbuckled his belt before working on the button and zipper.
He tore his mouth
from hers when she slipped her hand into his boxers and rubbed his hardened
flesh again. “Dear Lord…”
She smiled, wrapping
her fingers around him and stroking slowly.
“It’s so sexy when you say ‘dear Lord’ in that voice…”
He chuckled and
rolled onto his back, pulling her with him.
His mouth easily found her nipple, his tongue circling the hardened nub
before he suckled gently. She moaned his
name when his hand slid down the back of her opened jeans, tenderly squeezing a
firm buttock.
Just as he moved his
mouth to the other nipple, his phone rang.
His groan of annoyance was muffled against her breast. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
“You’re fucking
kidding me!”
He released her
nipple as she reached for the phone, whispering a soft apology. She gave his erection one last firm stroke
and then moved to his side, resting her head on the pillow as she tried to
catch her breath before answering.
He cleared his throat
as he fought the urge to pull her back against him, raking his eyes over her
body as she lifted the handset to her ear.
“Hello?” She growled, not attempting to hide her
frustration.
“Buffy, I’m really
sorry…but, I need to talk to Giles…quick.”
Buffy groaned and
handed the phone to him. “Willow for
you.”
He took the phone and
narrowed his eyes. “
“Giles, I’m sorry…”
Giles closed his eyes
and took a deep breath. “It’s alright,
“A horny demon.”
His eyes snapped
open. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, no…not that
kind of horny, just horny as in he has them…horns, I mean.”
He fought back his
laugh, picturing her face redden. “Where
are you?”
“The park across the
road from the cinema.”
He did a quick mental
calculation, sighing as he watched Buffy climb out of bed. His eyes drifted to her hands as she buttoned
and zipped her jeans.
“We’ll be there in
ten minutes, give or take.”
“Okay, we’ll keep an
eye on him. He doesn’t seem to be in too
big of a hurry…”
“Just…be
careful. All of you.” He ended the call and dropped the phone back
onto his bedside table as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“What is it?” Buffy questioned sadly.
He ran his fingers
through his hair and exhaled a deep breath.
“According to
Buffy smiled and
rubbed his chest. “I already have one of
those. Why do I have to leave here to
find another one?”
He returned her smile
and stood, leaning down and kissing her softly as he brushed the hair back from
her face. “I’m not a demon…”
“Well, no…but you are
horny.”
He laughed gently,
conceding to her statement with a nod.
“It seems to be a common affliction when I’m around you.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow as she grinned. “I afflict you? How come we’ve never gotten this far before?”
“Because I respect you
and I wanted us both to be sure of where we want this to go.” He gave her another tender kiss, his eyes
softening as he exhaled slowly.
“Oh.” She whispered as she traced his lip with her
index finger. “Are you sure of where you
want this to go?”
“Stay with me
tonight.” He stated in lieu of a direct
answer, curling a strand of her hair around his finger.
“You mean…all
night? As in…spending the night?”
He nodded slowly,
sighing as her hand moved to his chest.
“Stay with me.”
Her smile formed quickly. “Let’s go find us a horny demon and come back
here.”
He arched an eyebrow
at her wording and she shook her head.
“Yeah, that so didn’t come out like I meant for it to.”
Giles chuckled as he
rebuttoned his shirt. He was tucking the
shirttails into his trousers when the phone rang again. He blindly reached for the phone, licking his
lips as he watched Buffy pull one of his shirts out of the closet and slip her
arms into the sleeves.
“Hello?”
“Good, I caught you
before you left.”
Giles furrowed his
brow. “
“Yeah, um…the
demon? Kinda went ‘poof’.”
“Poof? What do you mean?” He walked over to Buffy, lightly brushing her
hands away from the shirt she was currently buttoning up. “Poof, how?”
Buffy looked up at
him as he carefully parted the material and grazed his fingertips along the
swell of her right breast. “Giles?”
He smiled softly,
listening to
“A portal?”
Buffy shivered as he
pulled the zipper down.
“Yeah. He opened a portal and poof…he was gone. So, uh…I guess there’s no need for you guys
to come out here after all.”
Giles nodded absently
as he pushed Buffy back onto the bed.
“Alright. If he reappears, let us
know.”
“Us?”
Giles smiled as he
pulled Buffy’s shoes off and dropped them to the floor, her socks following immediately
after. “Goodnight,
He could hear the
smile in her voice when she returned the sentiment. He ended the call and dropped the phone, not
caring where it landed.
“We’re not going
out?” Buffy whispered as he tugged her
jeans down her legs.
He shook his head
slowly as he kicked his shoes off. “The
demon, uh…went ‘poof’.”
Buffy grinned as she
watched him remove his clothes. “Good
for us…”
“Yes, quite.” He agreed, his eyes roaming over her
body. “Would you mind taking those off
for me?”
She glanced down and
smiled as she fingered the waistband of her lace underwear. “These?”
“Mm…”
She pulled them down
slightly and raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’re still wearing your boxers…not that they hide all that much.”
He looked down and chuckled,
his erection clearly present. He lifted
his eyes and stared into hers.
“Together, then?”
Buffy nodded,
allowing her eyes to drift back to his groin as she pushed her underwear down
her thighs. She groaned softly as his
boxers slipped down his legs to pool at his feet. He kicked them to the side as the slip of
lace landed on the floor.
“Christ…” He muttered softly, moving to lie beside of
her on the bed. “You’re even more
stunning than I’d envisioned.”
She smiled and ran
her hand along his chest before allowing it to move down to his hip. “You’ve…envisioned?”
He brushed the backs
of his fingers over the soft curls covering her mound. “More times than I can count.”
“Me too.” She whispered, running her fingertip along
his erection before circling it with her fingers. “God, I want you.”
He swallowed thickly,
sliding his fingers through her damp folds.
“I want you too…so desperately.”
She stroked him
slowly, smiling as groan escaped his lips.
“I love the way you feel in my hands.
So hot and hard…” She rubbed her
thumb across the glans. “And still…so
velvety…”
His hips thrust
against her as his thumb pressed against her clitoris. “Velvety?”
He smiled down at her as she inhaled sharply. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it described as
‘velvety’.”
“Oh, God…”
His smile widened and
he slipped his middle finger into her.
“You, on the other hand…always so wet and warm when I touch you.” He licked his lips as he slowly twisted his
fingers within her. “I’ve wanted to
taste you for so very long, Buffy.”
“Giles…” She moaned, tightening her grip on his
erection.
“Touching you…you
touching me…my God, I love it.” He
whispered huskily, quickening his strokes.
“But the thought of thrusting my tongue into you…your lips around my
cock…”
“Oh, God…”
He felt her inner
muscles begin to quiver. He quickly
brushed her hand away from his erection and moved between her thighs. She moaned in protest and he smiled warmly as
he lowered his head, staring into her eyes.
“I want to make you come
with my mouth, Buffy.”
“Yes…God, yes…” When she felt his warm breath against her
core, she lifted her head. “Wait…”
He looked up at her,
his hands lovingly caressing her thighs.
“Yes?”
“What about me?” She chewed her bottom lip lightly. “I…I want to taste you too…”
His eyes darkened a
shade and he ran his tongue along her inner thigh. “What do you suggest?”
She reached down and
ran her fingertips through his hair.
“You on your back…me on top of you?”
He stared into her
eyes. “You do realize that it is my
intention to make love with you tonight, yes?”
“Mm-hm.”
“And you realize that
the mere thought of you taking me into your mouth is enough to nearly make me
come?”
She grinned and
placed her left hand over her breast, using her fingers to tease her hardened
nipple. His eyes darted to her hand and
he groaned.
“Wanna know what else
I realize?”
“Hm?” He mumbled absently, unabashedly staring at
her hand.
“I realize that I
know exactly what a stevedore is…”
His eyes snapped to hers
as he inhaled deeply. “Buffy…”
She continued as if
he hadn’t said anything. “And I think we
can do both and not worry too much about it.”
He held her gaze as
he dropped a soft kiss to her glistening curls.
She grinned down at him and crooked a finger at him.
“So…come up here and
lie down beside of me.”
He took a deep breath
and licked his lips. Slowly making his
way up her body, he chuckled as she jumped when his tongue flicked over her
nipple.
As he settled down
beside of her, she rolled to face him and gently pushed his shoulder until he
was flat on his back. Leaning over him,
she grinned and flicked her own tongue over his nipple.
Hearing his soft
gasp, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “Do you have any idea how much you turn me
on?”
He smiled, brushing
his fingers over her left breast. “I
have a vague idea…”
“Want me to make it
clear for you?”
He nodded numbly, his
eyes closing as her fingers circled his erection once more. “God, yes…”
He felt the bed shift
slightly as she turned her body. He
opened his eyes just in time to watch her drag her tongue up the length of his
cock.
“Oh…dear…”
She smiled and placed
a loving kiss on the head. She looked
over her shoulder at him when she felt his hand grab her leg and gently
tug.
“Need
something?” She whispered.
“Mm-hm.” He mumbled, sliding his fingers up her inner
thigh.
“Tell me…”
“I can smell your
arousal, Buffy.” He growled, tugging
again at her leg. “I need to taste it…”
She grinned and looked
back down at the throbbing flesh held in her hand. She felt him pull her left leg over,
essentially making her straddle his face.
Placing her left hand on his thigh for support, she bent her head and
closed her lips around the head of his erection.
He groaned softly and
grasped her hips, pulling her down to his mouth. As he traced her warm, wet folds with the tip
of his tongue, she increased her suction.
He murmured appreciatively against her and nipped her clitoris with his
lips.
When her mouth slowly
moved down his length, he pointed his tongue and quickly stabbed into her
depths. Her hips bucked against him, her
nails dug into his thigh. His groan
rumbled in his chest as his tongue continued to stroke her inner walls.
He felt her moan against
his sensitive flesh and tasted her fluids gathering around his tongue. His hands tightened on her hips in an attempt
to still her movements. Her teeth
lightly scraped against him and it was his turn to buck.
She pulled back
slightly, running her tongue over the glans before sliding her mouth back
down. He moved his mouth, just enough to
utter one word.
“Harder…”
She complied eagerly,
sucking hard at the warm flesh in her mouth.
He trembled underneath her and covered her throbbing clit with his mouth. He suckled the sensitive nub, holding it
between his teeth as he laved it with his tongue.
She shuddered
violently as she neared orgasm.
Determined to bring him with her, she moved her hand between his legs
and gently fondled his testicles. She
felt his erection thicken in her mouth and gently squeezed the heavy sac.
He sucked harder as
the first gush of semen hit the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily and ground her hips in
a tight circle against his mouth. He
moved quickly, darting his tongue back inside of her just in time to feel her
muscles clench.
Her moan of ecstasy
was muffled as her tongue continued to bathe his flesh. His fingers threatened to bruise her skin as
he held her, tasting her fluids as she came.
His tongue lapped at her, gathering as much of her juices as he possibly
could.
Buffy lifted her
head, allowing his cock to slip from her mouth.
“Giles! Oh, God…”
He groaned as she
fell to her left. He followed her over,
not exactly surprised when he felt his cock hardening once more. He knelt beside of her, his mouth sucking and
nipping at her quivering flesh. Her hand
grasped his shoulder and she groaned his name.
With one last long lick,
he lifted his head and quickly repositioned himself until he was kneeling
between her thighs. He leaned over her
and placed a trembling hand on the side of her face.
He panted heavily and
stared into her eyes. “May I…kiss you?”
If she had enough
breath, she would’ve laughed at the softly asked question. Instead she nodded, a smile appearing on her
lips as he lowered his mouth to hers.
As his tongue swept
into her mouth, he reached between their bodies and gently guided his erection
through his folds. With the head nudging
at her entrance, he lifted his head and gazed down at her.
“Buffy?”
She lifted her legs,
resting her knees against his sides.
“God, yes…”
He swallowed and took
a deep breath. “Buffy…open your eyes,
love. Look at me…”
She forced her eyes
open and rubbed her hands over his shoulders.
“I love you.”
“I love you
too.” He whispered as he gently pushed
his hips forward.
A mutual groan echoed
in the room as he entered her fully. He
held himself still within her, relishing the warmth surrounding his flesh. She wove her fingers through his
sweat-dampened hair and lifted her hips.
“Kiss me…”
He smiled down at
her, supporting his weight with his left hand on the mattress next to her
shoulder. As he covered her mouth with his,
he began to thrust slowly. She lifted
her hips, matching each of his thrusts with her own. With a final swipe of his tongue against the
roof of her mouth, he broke the kiss and stared at her.
“You feel…so
wonderful…”
She groaned in
response, lightly scratching his back with her nails. As her head rolled to the side, he lowered
his mouth to her neck. He nipped,
sucked, and licked her skin with his lips, teeth, and tongue. She gasped and bucked against him, urging him
to pick up the pace.
He chuckled softly
and allowed himself to give in. He
lengthened his strokes, straightening his arms to hold himself above her as he
plunged his erection deep within her time and time again.
He marvelled at her writhing
body, her legs tightening around his hips…her hands grasping at his shoulders
before raking her nails down his chest.
Her name left his lips on a breathless moan when he felt her inner walls
constrict around him.
Only when she
screamed his name and he felt her fluids wash over him did he allow himself
release. His body trembled, his arms
threatening to give out, as he called her name and came deep within her.
She wrapped her arms
around him as he rolled to the side, not allowing him to slip from her as he
collapsed at her side. His arms
tightened around her, holding her against his heaving chest.
“Jesus…” He panted, placing soft kisses in her
hair.
She ran her shaking
fingers over his back and nodded in agreement.
“I…can’t move…”
He pulled back
slightly and glanced down at her.
“Alright?”
She tilted her head
to look into his eyes and smiled.
“Better than. Not being able to
move…it’s a good thing…”
He grinned and
shifted his lower body, easing his softening cock from inside her. She whimpered at the loss and snuggled closer
to him. The last thing she remembered
was the sensation of his hands gently stroking her back, coaxing her into sleep
as he whispered words of love into her hair.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Three days later,
Xander watched Giles as he moved to one of the bookshelves located in the
Watcher’s living room. He cast a quick
glance at Willow, who was flipping through a demonology text, and smiled.
“Hey, Giles?”
Giles gave an
exasperated sigh, knowing what was coming.
“Yes, Xander?”
“Just tell me and you
won’t have to be all exasperated with me…”
Giles turned and
glared at the young man. “Could you
please just leave it – ”
“Three days.” Buffy interrupted softly as she walked
through the front door. She held Giles’ gaze
as she walked across the room. “Now,
leave Giles alone, Xander.”
Giles smiled warmly
as Buffy came to a stop in front of him.
She inhaled sharply and lifted her hand to the side of his neck.
“They were right…you
smoulder.” She returned his smile as she
gently drew his head down. “And…it’s
very sexy…”
Xander grinned as he
watched the beginning of the kiss. His
grin faded quickly, being replaced by wide eyes as the kiss deepened.
He nodded quickly and
pushed his chair back. “Um…yeah, we’ll
just be going now.”
Giles moved his hands
to Buffy’s hips, holding her as his tongue explored her mouth.
Neither of them heard
the front door close and when the kiss finally ended, Giles looked surprised to
find they were alone. Buffy laughed and
shook her head in amusement.
Giles grinned
sheepishly. “Anything to report from
your patrol?”
“Mm…maybe. But, can it wait ‘til later?”
He gave a quick nod
and moved to the front door, turning the lock before following her up the
stairs.
~ End