Title: Weekend Getaway (Epilogue)
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: You guys didn't think I was going to leave it like that did
you? *grin* Oh.. and sorry about the TBC in the last posting - didn't
notice I did that and I am so sorry, left a few of you astray thinking a
sequel was planned. . good thing I had this epilogue planned huh? Enjoy!
Buffy screeched, "He's doing it again. Can't you guys tell him to stop!?"
Xander rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time as Buffy did yet another impression of Willow. Giles was singing off-key, and grinned impishly at Xander in the rear view mirror.
Wearily, both Xander and Willow responded in tired voices. "Yes, yes, very funny."
Xander pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at his watch. Ok, one hour to go, he could manage that. He tightened his hands on the wheel and sighed. This was defiantly getting old.
As soon as they had packed up the beach house, Giles and Buffy had sprinted for the van and barricaded themselves in the back seat. Giles hotly refused to drive. Xander figured it was because he wanted to be with Buffy and offered to do it himself. Giles had accepted happily. He should have realized when he saw the spark in Giles eyes that there was something brewing.
Now, an hour into the drive, he wished he'd made Willow drive instead. Ever since they had left the beach house Giles and Buffy had put on a show that had Tara and Anya clutching their stomachs with laughter.
They had recreated the entire ride to the beach house, Giles pretending to be Xander, Buffy pretending to be Willow. Every damn little annoying thing they had done. The fact that Giles and Buffy were most of the time snuggled tightly together and spoiling each attempted glare at each other with mooning eyes made them cute and funny. Xander realized he and Willow had probably not been that cute and funny.
Speaking of cute and funny, Xander noticed, Giles was now humming. Xander gave the older man a glare that other times would have impressed him. All he got back was a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Giles said all too innocently. "I'm just singing to my lady."
All the girls in the car giggled, and Xander ground his teeth together. He responded as calmly as he could.
"The wheels on the bus goes round and round is not what I would call a love serenade now is it? You're just doing it to annoy me. Stop it!"
Giles grumbled slightly before he answered. "Oh, alright."
The fake frown on his face was gone as soon as he looked at Buffy, and they grinned at each other. Her hand inched across the back of the seat and met his. He pulled slightly, and she immediately crawled into his arms. Xander released a breath in relief. It seemed like they believed point taken and decided to forgo their little role playing game.
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Giles couldn't help but close his eyes as Buffy curled against him. He tightened his arms around her and rested his head on the crown of her head. The scent of her hair brought back memories of this morning's love making and he felt his stomach tighten.
They hadn't left his bedroom until noon, and that had only been after Anya had threatened to beat down the door unless they got up and helped clean. Giles chuckled as he remembered how he was forced to physically restrain Buffy from leaving his room stark naked to have words with Anya. She felt that they had the right to loose themselves in each other without people butting in, and Giles agreed. It had been a long time since either of them had been happy.
He felt Buffy's head move and he raised his to meet her eyes. "What are you chuckling about?" she asked with a loving smile.
He only shook his head and lowered his lips to hers. Their lips greeted each other with tenderness and passion, as they'd done multiple times during the last two days. At first, their lips brushed lightly and tingles immediately shot down his spine. Unable to resist, his hands buried themselves in her hair and he tugged her closer, deepening the kiss. When his tongue slid against hers, he felt her fingers curl into his shirt, and he tilted his head to taste her more fully. Time and space was lost to him, and he longed for them to be alone.
Thanks to Anya, he was reminded in a second that they were not. "They're kissing again! Is this normal?"
Giles felt his face flush and pulled away abruptly. It was truly astounding how the taste and feel of Buffy made him forget everything around him. He was acting like a love-sick teenager, making out in the back seat of a car. Technically, it wasn't far from the truth.
Buffy just grinned and kissed his nose, and then turned her head to shoot daggers at Anya. "Yes, Anya, need I remind you how you and Xander were? As a matter of fact, still are?"
Anya glared back and then turned away to stare out the window. Buffy looked back at Giles and her eyes softened immediately.
"Forgot where you were again?" she whispered with a slightly smug smile. Giles rolled his eyes and immediately regretted that he had been stupid enough to actually tell her what she did to him. Before he had a chance to reply, Buffy hugged him and whispered into his ear. "It's all right, you do the same to me."
He held her close and buried his nose in her neck. God, how he loved her. When he had his emotions under control he raised his head and gave her one more kiss before letting her snuggle up against his chest. He, once again, rested his chin on the top of her head as he watched the scenery pass.
It was truly a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly, and at that moment he was pretty sure he was the happiest man on earth. He kissed the top of Buffy's head and started singing The very thought of you, in a low voice. Buffy squeezed him and snuggled closer.
His eyes met Xander's in the rear view window, and he raised a challenging eyebrow to see if Xander was going to say something. Xander merely grinned and shook his head. Giles smiled and went back to watching the scenery as he stroked Buffy's hair and continued singing. Yes, there was no doubt about it - he was the luckiest man alive.
THE END