Title: Until We Meet Again 12/?
Author: Adele
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, the WB Television Network, and whoever else may have a hold on them. I do not mean to infringe upon any copyrights.

Author's Note: I know I promised more frequent updates, but I got slightly caught on a snag in the story and RL ruined it all for me, so to make it up to you I am posting three! chapters today! (I am posting now, so just wait a bit and they will all show - I am not teasing!) Read and enjoy!

When they arrived, Buffy took her time to admire her surroundings, while Giles got them checked in. The hotel was ideally located facing the sea, just steps from the Promenade des Anglais and the beaches. It was romantic and elegant with modern facilities, and Giles could not have picked a better place.

Buffy sighed wistfully as she gazed out towards the sea. It almost felt like a dream being at this place with Giles, and a small part of her worried that she would wake up any moment now in her own bed in Sunnydale. This seemed almost too good to be true.

She giggled slightly and looked quickly over her shoulder to glance at Giles. She couldn’t help but notice the nervous butterflies moving about in her stomach. She couldn’t really understand why they were there because it wasn’t as if she hadn’t had sex before. But never had anyone mattered as much to her as Giles did, and she wanted nothing to ruin their weekend.

She was drawn from her musings when two strong arms wrapped around her abdomen, and a soft kiss was placed on her neck.

“Checked in?” she asked softly, incapable of building a proper sentence, pleasantly distracted by Giles’ soft lips on her skin.

“Mmmm. All set.” He mumbled into her neck and tightened his arms around her.

Buffy turned around in his arms, and gazed adoringly into his face. Giles handed her a keycard and pecked her softly on her lips.

“I am just going to go and make some arrangements for tonight. Why don’t you head upstairs and get settled? The bellboy has already brought our bags up.” Giles spoke softly as he let the back of his fingers trail down her cheek.

Buffy beamed at him, excited about what his “arrangements” could be. “Will do! See you soon.”

They shared another kiss, then Giles turned and walked toward the dining room as Buffy went to the elevator. Waiting for it to arrive, she fiddled with the keycard until a thought struck her. She immediately turned and headed towards the front desk.

“Excuse me, does this hotel have a gift store?” She asked the man behind the counter.

“Mais oui, madame. Just around the corner. You can’t miss it.” The concierge replied in broken English.

Buffy found it quickly, and immediately went to the counter where an older looking woman greeted her with a friendly smile.

Buffy couldn’t help the blush that filled her cheeks, and the words rushed out. “Um, do you have some protection?” she asked in almost a whisper, with a ‘you know’ look on her face.

The older woman looked at her in confusion for a second. “Protection?” Then her eyebrows threatened to jump into her hair line as she whispered back. “Like a gun?”

Buffy’s jaw dropped and she stepped back in alarm. What the hell did she look like, some criminal hiding from the law?

“No!” She shook her head profusely then stepped closer, and lowered her voice.

“Um, what I mean is, do you have some, um, contraceptives?” Once again she gave the woman a pointed look.

The woman scrunched her nose. “Contrepives?”

Buffy groaned, and resisted banging her head on the desk. God, could this get any more embarrassing?

She leaned even closer, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder, which the woman followed in confusion, before leaning in towards Buffy. “Madame?”

Buffy looked down and spoke through clenched teeth in a hushed whisper. “Prophylactics.”

“Exscusez-moi?” the woman now whispered as well, clearly drawn into this mysterious events happening on her job.

Buffy was close to losing her patience and spoke up a bit louder in exasperation. “Prophylactics! Do you have any prophylactics!?”

A smile spread across the woman’s face and she said excitedly. “Ah! Un preservatif!”

Bu now Buffy was so distraught and mortified. Preservatif? What the hell was that?

“CONDOMS!” she almost yelled.

The lady nodded and repeated once again. “Un preservatif.”

“No no! Not preservatives!”

The woman looked at her as if she had grown and second head. “Non?”

Buffy groaned mortified, covering her eyes with her hand. Could this get any worse?

“Need some help, my dear?” she heard someone say behind her. Apparently it could, as she recognized Giles’ amused voice.

Buffy turned around and wished that the Hellmouth would open up beneath her.

“Hi Giles,” she said, meekly.

He was wearing a big grin, his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing?” he said in an amused voice.

Buffy moaned and started her infamous babble. “I’m getting some supplies for tonight, I wasn’t sure if you had gotten some, and I figured hey why can’t I get them, you know? Why should the guy be all in charge of this? Even though I am so down with having your kids someday, I am just not ready YET you know. But I totally don’t know the French word for condoms!”

She drew in a huge gulp of air and continued on, completely missing Giles’ wide eyes stare. “I wanted no interruptions tonight and I was worried you had forgotten and I didn’t want us stopping at some crucial moment and you had to go down here all, you know, riled up, because that would just be so embarrassing for you, and then we could never come back here, and we might even get thrown out if you came down looking all ready to-mpf.”

Giles’ jaw had dropped and he had covered her mouth, a move Buffy was thankful for because she was beyond mortified at this point. The woman behind the counter was looking back and forth between them as if she was at a tennis match, with an amused expression.

He looked at her with wide eyes, then gave their audience behind the desk an apologetic smile and grabbed Buffy’s hand. “Come with me.”

Giles didn’t say a word while they were walking towards the elevator, and Buffy struggled to hold back tears and a hysterical laugh. Great going Buff! Here you are coming off as some sex crazed woman. Way to go with the romance! She had definitely been the one in this relationship pushing for sex, and now Giles must think she had no restraints.

Giles pushed her gently into the elevator, which unfortunately wasn’t empty, and Buffy bit her lip in worry. She glanced at Giles, but he was watching the numbers in the elevator climb, not sparing her a glance. When they reached their floor, he grabbed her hand again and walked her down to their room.

He let her in without looking at her, and Buffy again glanced at his face nervously. She thought she saw a tiny smile on his face, but it disappeared so quickly, so she figured it had been her imagination. The butterflies in her stomach were now working overtime, and she swallowed nervously.

She stepped further into the room with a sigh and walked over to the window, wrapping her arms around her stomach to keep them from trembling, not noticing the beautiful ocean view in front of her. God, was he gong to yell at her now? Sit her down and teach her about proper conduct when staying at a fashionable hotel?

She didn’t even hear Giles’ approach, and jumped when he stepped up behind her and circled her waist, gently untangling her crossed arms. He enveloped her in his arms, while resting his chin on her shoulder. Buffy felt close to falling apart from nervousness, and was just about to speak, when he broke the silence.

Giles thankfully broke the silence. “You want to have my child?” He asked in an incredulous voice.

Buffy felt slight tremors running through his body, and intertwined her fingers with his. She felt kind of like Hamlet, speak or not to speak? Speaking could mean more of her infamous babble, but then again, not speaking would be rude. She decided to take a flying leap into ‘risk all’.

“Yes” she whispered. “Not just yet, but eventually yes.” She prayed to god he would not leave the room running, screaming his head off in fear.

Giles tightened his hold and buried his head in her neck, letting out a long sigh. “You know,” he murmured after a moment. “My plan was to take you to dinner. Compliment your beauty, dazzle you with sweet words and loving caresses. Wine and dine you, even take you dancing if that would be your desire. Everything I could think of to make this evening perfect for us.”

Buffy swallowed, worried the other shoe would drop any minute now.

“However, after your admission I can’t follow through with my plans, love. You have me spellbound beyond words. You have given me everything I could ever want and more.”

He drew in a breath and whispered into her neck. “And as of now I need you so much. I can’t wait. Let me make love to you.”

Buffy’s breath disappeared in a whoosh and she turned in his arms, meeting his suspiciously moist eyes with her own. “I’d like nothing more” she whispered and lifted her mouth to his.

Their mouths merged in a tender kiss, and Buffy let her hands glide through his hair, gently scraping his scalp with her fingertips.

Suddenly a thought struck her and she pulled away slightly. “Um, Giles. What about-“

He chuckled adorably. “All take care of, dear. I got them at the train station.”

Buffy laughed in relief then pressed her lips to his, letting her tongue trace them before plunging into his mouth to brush her tongue sensuously against his. Giles moaned and broke the kiss to taste the skin of her neck.

“I want you” he choked out. “I want to feel your soft skin and curves underneath my hands.”

His hands moved to the hem of her top and he pulled it over-head slowly. The warm summer wind from the open balcony door grazed the curtains before brushing against her naked skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

Buffy shivered slightly, more from his touch than the breeze, and stepped closer to his warm body. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands underneath the fabric to stroke his ribs. His eyes closed and his jaw tightened, but he kept speaking. “I want to be inside you, feel your excitement, make you shiver beneath me.”

His voice and words made it feel like hot liquid was running through her veins, and heat pooled in her stomach.

“God, Giles.” She whimpered. “I want you so much.”

She moaned with pleasure when his hands teased her breasts, skimming over her swells, and she drew in a large gulp of air as his hands traveled to her back to unfasten her bra.

"I want to hear you scream out my name in passion," he whispered as he claimed her mouth once again. The moment his lips touched hers, Buffy let her own open, then gasped as his tongue met hers in a sultry dance.

The urgency of their kisses escalated. They became rougher and more demanding, and Giles lifter her from the floor, letting her legs wrap around his waist, and carried her over to the bed. He lowered her softly, and covered her body with his.

Buffy immediately went to work on the buttons of his shirt, which was no easy task since Giles were preoccupied with her pants. There was a slight struggle of who was first to divest the other of the clothes, but Giles finally relented, straddling her thighs to help her, throwing his shirt to the floor. He got rid of Buffy’s jeans immediately, and before she had the chance to return the favor he got rid of his own.

Buffy reached for him when he leaned over her again, placing her hands open–palmed on his broad chest, sighing happily as her fingers moved over his soft chest hair.

When she brushed against his nipples, Giles moaned her name with an excited catch that did unbelievable things to her. She was having this effect on him. She was the reason his muscles rippled with passion and restraint beneath his skin. She was the reason why his breathing was suddenly coming in short, fast gasps. It was the most powerful feeling she’d ever experienced.

He allowed her exploration for a short moment, then caught her hands and kissed each palm, before lowering himself between her legs. When he shifted to press closer there was no mistaking the hardness between her thighs, and Buffy whimpered with need.

His hot tongue explored every surface of her mouth, battling gently with her own before letting his mouth travel down her cheek and down her neck. His teeth grazed her collarbone and she shivered with excitement, her hands curling in his hair. When he reached her naked breasts. Buffy moaned and dug her fingers into his skin.

He paused briefly in the warm dip between her breasts, laving until she shifted beneath him, arching and sighing in pleasure. He slowly turned his head to catch one hard nub in his mouth. She felt his tongue rasp the erect nub then press against it firmly as he began to suckle. Her head twisted on the pillow, overwhelmed by what she was feeling.

She moaned into his mouth, the sound a half growl, wanting him so keenly it was a physical ache. Muscles were clenching and unclenching all over her body. Giles lifted his head, let his mouth join with hers before breaking the kiss, taking the time to nip and suckle lightly at her bottom lip before lifting away from her.

His eyes stayed on hers as he grasped her panties and dragged them down her legs. He swiftly got rid of his own, reached to grab a condom from his pants pocket, before crawling back into her open arms. Their mouths met in mid air as Buffy lifted her head from the pillow and both sank back down towards the sheets.

Buffy groaned and broke away. “Now, Giles.” She murmured against his cheek.

Giles gasped her name as her hand reached down to brush against the length of him. He reclaimed her mouth, kissing her with abandon as he thrust into her hold. Then he reached between them and brushed her hand away. He tore his mouth from hers and sat back on his haunches to sheath himself with the condom.

He kissed her softly as he positioned himself against her center, then guided himself into her, stopping when she moaned at the stretching sensation. He withdrew, then eased in a bit further, making sure he wasn’t hurting her.

Buffy bit her lips in pleasure, then reached down to his behind and dug her fingers into his skin as she arched upwards, trying to force him to enter her all the way. Giles moaned against her neck, then reclaimed her lips and gave her what she wanted, trusting his tongue deep into her mouth as he finally, fully thrust his body into hers.

Both cried out as he filled her. It was a union that felt like it had been years in the making. Buffy could not remember feeling anything like it. For her it was what she wanted and needed, but it was almost too much. He withdrew, then thrust forward almost at once. Buffy gasped and sighed, shuddering and trembling as his lips and tongue moved across her skin.

His head was buried in her neck, breathing heavily, and Buffy moved her hands to his back, her nails unconsciously digging in and scraping the skin up to his shoulders. She grasped his upper arms and thrust against him.

“Giles.” Buffy groaned, then placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head so that she could reach his mouth. His response was gratifying and overwhelming. His tongue ran along her lips, then thrust into her mouth when her lips parted.

The need for release was building, making her strain towards him, urging him on. His kisses became more insistent as he drove into her over and over again, until she stiffened beneath him, as her release slammed through her body.

The moment it did, Giles broke away with a moan, tossed his head back, thrust one last time, pinning her shuddering body to the mattress as he fell against her. His weight was comforting and she held on to him when he tried to move. He relented and stayed within her arms.

Neither spoke, just held each other tightly, waiting for their breathing, heart and blood pressure to slow to normal and their muscles to relax.

After some time, Buffy regretfully released him so he could take care of the condom, too exhausted to move a muscle. He returned swiftly and cradled her in his arms, stroking her skin.

A fine perspiration was covering their bodies, but neither moved to cover themselves up. The sunset was lighting their room in a warm glow, the summer heat keeping them warm.

Just as Buffy was about to fall asleep, Giles pulled her close, tangling their legs together and murmured into her hair. “I love you, Buffy.”

“Love you more.” Buffy mumbled, dropping a soft kiss on his chest, finally succumbing to sleep.

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