TITLE: Merry Christmas Mr. Giles 4/4
SERIES: Virtual Ripper Series
AUTHOR: Anne
RATING: this part NC-17
PAIRING: Giles/Buffy. Giles/Ethan (friendship)
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
E-MAIL: bookmangal@yahoo.fr
SUMMARY: Giles spends Christmas' holidays in France.
SPOILERS: none.
TIMELINE: season 7 (BtVS.) Season 1 (virtual) of "Ripper"
DISTRIBUTION:. VSS; ODD. GRB; GN; The BG Zone; Lost in the Stacks.
Tweedybookguy; WatcherGirls. HardRayne. Anyone else ask first please.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant
Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox
Television and the UPN Television Network. The story is written for
the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no lucrative purpose
whatsoever. Please don't reproduce this story anywhere without the
author's consent.
WARNING: graphic sex.
THANKS: I want to thank Caz my wonderful beta reader.
[…] Denotes a flashback.
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NOTE:#1 "Ripper" (virtual season) second episode.
NOTE #2: Challenge fic. Lizz on the HardRayne list wrote: the ripper
show will be out september 2003, possibly earlier. Now, I dont know
if that's true, but it did give me an idea: who's up for a little
challenge? it's simple: "Ripper Virtual Season". Only, not too
seriously because I don't feel like archiving and managing a real
virtual season. But if people want to write stories taking place in
the new show, going places with it, from serious joss-style writing,
to weirdass parodies, go with it! flow with it! And why, you ask,
does this belong on an Ethan list? Well, my dears, because we all
know Giles moves back to England because of Ethan. What other reason
is there? (No, don't answer that). It does *not* have to be g/e
(believe me, its hard to say that). But it does have to include
Ethan Rayne. People want?
NOTE #3: fic written in response to The Annual Wencheriffic Giles-
centric Holiday Challenge as follows: Pairing: Giles/Anybody.
Genfic, threesomes and orgies also more than welcome. Timeline:
Past/Present/Futurefic all welcome. Rating: Anything goes from G to
NC17. But please, if there is graphic sex involved, make sure all
participants are over the age of 18 and consent fully in advance to
whatever sexual activity they participate in. ALL of the following
are required: a holiday tradition connected to any of the following
holidays: Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, Saturnalia, Giles
drinking something other than tea or whiskey, an unexpected phone
call or guest, someone thanking Giles for something he did for them
in the past. At Least THREE of the following are required:
chocolate, someone other than Giles singing, a stray cat or dog,
someone taking a photograph, someone putting blue nail polish on
Giles' toenails while he's asleep, A happy memory of any of the
following deceased characters: Joyce, Jenny, Tara, Gay Larry,
Principal Flutie, Randall.
December 26th, morning
When Ripper entered the bathroom situated in front of his bedroom the following morning, he had the surprise of discovering Ethan under the shower singing "Vive le vent» loudly. Amused, he leaned on the door and listened to him:
Vive le vent
Vive le vent
Vive le vent d'hiver
Qui s'en va sifflant soufflant
Dans les grands sapins verts
Oh !
Vive le temps
Vive le temps
Vive le temps d'hiver
Boule de neige et jour de l'an
Et bonne année grand-mère
Joyeux joyeux Noël
Aux mille bougies
Qu'enchantent vers le ciel
Les cloches de la nuit.
Oh !
Vive le temps
Vive le temps
Vive le temps d'hiver
Qui rapporte aux vieux enfants
Leurs souvenirs d'hier.
Sur le long chemin
Tout blanc de neige blanche
Un vieux monsieur s'avance
Avec sa canne dans la main
Et tout là haut le vent
Qui siffle dans les branches
Lui souffle la romance
Qu'il chantait petit enfant.
Oh !
Vive le vent
Vive le vent
Vive le vent d'hiver
Qui s'en va sifflant soufflant
Dans les grands sapins verts
Oh !
Vive le temps
Vive le temps
Vive le temps d'hiver
Boule de neige et jour de l'an
Et bonne année grand-mère.
Joyeux joyeux Noël
Aux mille bougies
Qu'enchantent vers le ciel
Les cloches de la nuit.
Oh !
Vive le vent
Vive le vent
Vive le vent d'hiver
Qui rapporte aux vieux enfants
Leurs souvenirs d'hier.
Et le vieux monsieur
Descend vers le village
C'est l'heure où tout est sage
Et l'ombre danse au coin du feu.
Mais dans chaque maison
Il flotte un air de fête
Partout la table est prête
Et l'on entend la même chanson.
Oh !
Ripper applauded. "Bravo Ethan, you sing very well."
Ethan smiled and bowed his head. "Thank you Ripper."
The Watcher-sorcerer stepped out of the shower cubicle and wrapped his waist in a big towel. He dried his hair with the other one while Ripper began to take his pajamas off.
"I leave you the place old boy." Ethan said before leaving room. "Sing for me, please."
*
* *
After breakfast Ripper left to walk and his steps led him up to the old farm on the hill where as a child, he liked being alone to read and to draw and paint. He moved up to the main lodging house and entered. Rubble scraped under the soles of his shoes. He suddenly jumped hearing a crackle behind him and revolved to see a man joining him. He was about his size and average weight, had graying hair, smiling hazel eyes and was simply dressed: a white shirt and black trousers, and he was wearing boots.
"Bonjour Rupert."
"Bonjour Bernard."
The childhood friends embraced each other and hugged.
"It's good to see you again Rupert." Bernard Chavannes took his old friend by shoulders and looked at him smirking. "I am disappointed! I expected to see you wearing a tweed suit. You are still a Watcher, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm still a Watcher. But I haven't worn a tweed suit for several years Bernard."
"You want to come home with me Rupert? I invite you to drink a glass of fresh white wine."
Ripper shook his head. "Bernard, I do not want to disturb you..."
The French vine grower smiled. "Who do you want to disturb? I am alone at the house. My wife is on a visit to her sister, in Paris, and my children are in Bordeaux, they went to present my wine to a gastronomic fair. See you're not going to disturb anyone. Ah Rupert, I was going to forget. I have never thanked you personally, just by telephoning while you were in California, for what you did for us seven years ago. You know, without this money, which you lent me, I would not have been able to make the grape harvests and years of hard work would have been lost and I would have lost a lot of money also. I would have had to sell a part of the domain to pay off the loan to the bank. Thank you again Rupert, you are the best friend whom we can have."
Ripper blushed with pleasure.
*
Ripper followed his friend to his home. They went directly to the cellar, dark, fresh and damp. Bernard took a bottle covered with dust and cobwebs on a bookcase and two glasses. They settled down around a shaky table on which was placed a big candle, which the wine grower lit with his lighter. He finally poured two glasses of a pale yellow liquid.
"Enjoy this wine, Rupert, you're going to see! It's a nectar!"
Ripper dipped his lips into the wine. He made it swirl in his mouth for some moments, to appreciate it, and then he swallowed the mouthful.
"Then?"
"It is excellent."
They drank the content of their glass.
"Do you remember the first time we got plastered Rupert?" Bernard asked chuckling.
Giles shook his head. "Not really. But I clearly remember my father giving me a thrashing."
"My father he, hoisted me on his shoulders and he went to throw me in the river! And I spent the night outside, soaked and frozen."
"I also remember the hangover which I had the following morning. God! I was 12 years old!"
"Ah the good old time! … Another glass of wine?»
*
* *
Catherine knocked at the door. This one opened a handful of seconds later and. Bernard appeared, wearing an apron.
"Bonjour Cat."
"Bonjour Bernard. Rupert est là? »
«Oui, il est là. »
She followed Bernard in the living room. Ripper was sprawled on the couch there, his face buried in his hands. Catherine took a chair and came to sit down near him.
"Rupert?"
Ripper painfully groaned. "Hangover."
Catherine pushed his hands aside. He swore and closed them immediately on the face.
"Switch off that damned light!" he exclaimed. Catherine smiled. "We cannot switch off the sun, Rupert. Get up! You need to breathe fresh air."
Ripper and Catherine went under the porch. The Watcher collapsed on the bench rather than sat down there. He was weak and nauseous. The French woman took him in her arms and started to rock him.
"Rupert?"
"Hmmm?"
"I saw a man just near the castle stables half an hour ago. He's tall, brown, slender, a beautiful man. He was going to saddle a horse. Who is he?"
"You saw Ethan Rayne, he's one of my old friends. He arrived yesterday noon loaded with presents for Liz and for me." He frowned at the same moment intrigued and worried suddenly remembering... "He promised me another present this evening which according to him should really please me. I'm wondering what it is…from Ethan it is necessary to expect everything…"
Catherine smiled. "Speaking about horse's… what if we too went and saddled a horse to take a small ride?"
"Good idea."
*
* *
In the afternoon
A snake suddenly appeared in front of the horse of the Watcher which reared, frightened. Ripper cried out and almost fell of his saddle. The horse flew like an arrow through the green fields flooded by the recent rains. Although an excellent rider, Ripper had difficulty in remaining on the animal. He pulled several times at the reins to slow down the horse, in vain. The horse did not slow, on the contrary.
Rider and horse penetrated into the forest then they crossed the river in the middle of big spatters. It is then that the animal refused to jump an obstacle: a trunk lying across the road. The horse neighed, turned on itself and suddenly lashed out.
"Oh no!" Ripper moaned.
He flew into the air over the animal's neck and fell head first in the middle of a thorny bush. Catherine joined him just in time to see him getting up, his hand on his head, grimacing with pain, staggering. She jumped to the ground and rushed near him very worried. "Rupert, you are hurt?"
He removed his hand from his skull and they both could see that the fingers were covered with blood.
"Shit! Another concussion!" Ripper grumbled.
He felt his legs shying away under him and he collapsed at Catherine's feet. She gave a shout of dismay, knelt down near Giles and shook his arm. He remained unconscious.
*
* *
[… It was pouring down. Impossible to go to play football outside, or riding a horse, a bicycle, or fishing, unless he liked being soaked by the rain. Rupert closed the front door and returned to the living room, unhappy. His mother raised her eyes from her book.
"You are bored Rupert?"
The boy nodded and Peter entered the room.
"Peter, your cousin is bored." Eleanor Giles said. "Please be a good boy and play with him."
"Yes aunt. With pleasure."
The two boys hurried to cross the deluged yard and entered the dark and wet cellar. Peter found the switch.
"What did we come here for?" Rupert asked his cousin intrigued.
Behind a pile of empty bottle racks Peter took out two sabers with rusty and dulled blades. He stretched out one to his cousin.
Rupert took the saber and examined the weapon. "Where did you find that Peter?"
"In the attic. Dad said to me that I could keep them."
"And we can play with?"
As an answer the older boy made some reels with his saber. Rupert moved back carefully.
"Yes, naturally!" Peter lied. "Will, you play?"
Rupert smiled. "Yes I will!, I am an officer. The Captain of the Victorious. All right? And you, you are the pirate."
Peter nodded. "All right."
Blades collided and sparks sprang. Peter stronger than Rupert pushed him away between two oak casks.
"Surrender Captain!" He said.
Rupert shook his head. "Never! I prefer to die."
"If it is what you want..."
A big black spider fell suddenly on Rupert's hand. He gave a cry of fear and dropped his saber. Peter was not able to divert his blow: the point of his saber slid on his cousin's shoulder hurting him. Rupert gave another shout, of pain and blood poured from the wound.
"Oh no!" Rupert moaned going pale.
Peter ran outside the cellar to warn his aunt Eleanor that Rupert was hurt and bleeding... ]
Ripper woke up with a start, sweaty in his bed, and immediately touched his left shoulder, where Peter had hurt him. He then looked at his fingers: nothing. He nodded.
"Naturally... "
He had dreamt. He closed his eyes and got ready to fall asleep again when he smelt a smell, which reminded him of Buffy: the flavor of the vanilla. He frowned intrigued and switched on the bedside lamp. He gave a cry of surprise. Buffy sat in his armchair, behind his desk smileing at him.
"Buffy? Is it you?"
"Yes, it is me."
Ripper blinked twice. "But… how?…"
"Ethan used magic to bring me here Giles. I'm his big surprise Christmas present" for you."
Ripper beamed. "You're the most beautiful present he has ever offered me."
Buffy came to sit down at the edge of the bed. She tenderly caressed Ripper' cheek and he leaned into her caress.
"Giles I love you." "I love you too Buffy."
They kissed each other. The kiss was long, deep, and passionate. When Buffy moved back, Ripper was crying from pure joy and bliss.
"I missed you Buffy!"
Buffy wiped his tears with her thumbs then tightened Ripper against her strongly and rocked him.
"I so missed you too Giles."
Suddenly someone knocked at the door.
"Come!" Ripper called.
The door opened and Ethan entered the room, a wide smile spread on his lips eyes shining with pleasure.
"Hello Ripper, Buffy, I came to see if you liked my surprise present."
Giles grinned. "Yes, a lot. Thank you Ethan."
Buffy got up and came to kiss Ethan on his cheek. He was very surprised then he beamed.
"Thank you Ethan." She said to the Watcher-sorcerer then she pushed him in the corridor. "Goodbye Ethan."
She closed the door, locked it and went then to the bed, pulled down the bedspread, the blanket and the sheet, which covered Ripper up to his chest at the end of the bed and groaned with desire noticing that he wore only his boxers tightened by his erection.
«Mmmmm… Watchermine… »
*
Buffy roared like a panther and made her hands slide along inside Ripper' thighs, , then made them go back up along the hard and thick sex with a voracious smile. She teased the tip with her thumbs, making Giles tremble with his entire body, trembling and moaning with pleasure.
"Oh Goooooooood!"
Ripper suddenly pushed Buffy on her back and moved on top of her, crushing her small frame under his mass. He explored her body, gently stroking her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and her thighs. Soon he was gasping for breath he was so excited and incapable of controlling himself. He took a deep breath, succeeded in regaining control of himself then licked Buffy and then sucked everywhere he had stroked exciting her a little more.
"I want you in me, Giles."
Ripper took his penis with his the left hand and guided it between Buffy's opened thighs. He penetrated into her warm and wet sex and sank there bit by bit, savoring every inch. When he was buried in her, as deep as he could, he stopped moaning. Buffy closed her thighs on his buttocks and wrapped her arms on his back.
Ripper took Buffy by her hips and began moving into her, slowly, up and down, looking Buffy straight in her eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with love. His eyes too. He continued to thrust in her. Buffy pushed small jerky shouts, chaining orgasms, her legs tightening and relaxing spasmodically. He continued to make love to Buffy, slowly, gently, until he felt his loins prickling him. He then accelerated his rhythm. He exploded by pushing a hoarse shout and fell on Buffy, exhausted. Dulled by the fatigue and by pleasure, Ripper stayed in Buffy until he got back some strength and his senses, then he rolled to the side, pulling his Slayer against him and kissing her with passion. She returned his kiss then got free.
"Merry Christmas Mr. Giles." She said before putting her head on Giles' chest and hugged him tightly.
"Merry Christmas Buffy, my love."
END