Title : A secret? What secret?
Part : 4/?
Author : Catherine
Disclaimer : Joss owns all
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"Buffy?"
"Yes," she said suggestively.
"Before…before you do….Are you sure?" he finished breathlessly.
"Like ever. And you?" she pouted.
"I can't be more sure. I lo-"
"Love you," she anticipated.
"Yes." He chuckled.
Pursuing her exploration, she couldn't help giggling when she touched him.
"Oh Giles! Another big secret?" she said, licking her lips. "What a bad boy, with all his secrets."
"You have no idea," he murmured, his lips close to hers, then captured her mouth for an incredible, hungry and very passionate kiss.
Pulling away, looking constantly at each other, Giles took her in his arms and went upstairs.
Much Much Later
They were lying in the bed…exhausted.
"Wow, Giles…you're really full of surprises."
"Good surprise, I hope?"
"Oh definitely super, great, extraordinary, good." she grinned at him.
After some silence she asked, "Giles?"
"Yes, Love," answered a sleepy Giles.
"About…why…I wonder why-"
"I didn't tell you," he finished for her.
"Yes."
"Well, you know, Buffy, I didn't know how to tell you that I was a God in bed."
He chuckled.
"Giles!" she exclaimed. "I didn't…well, in fact, I should have ask you, cause…" she was totally blushing. "Anyway, it wasn't really what I was thinking, but-"
"why didn't I tell you I was that fabulous author Jonas McWitness?"
She nodded.
"Oh I don't know, I think the 'eiww' factor and the 'but you're too old to do that Giles!' " he said mimicking some people known.
"Okay, I get the message. Even if you were wrong. Evidence of that, when I learnt it I didn't say anything. And one for Buffy, zero for the secret-man," she said with a big smile and her arms in the air.
"Right, I’ll grant you that. I was wrong, and I should have trusted you. Like you trust me. I observed it when I came in."
"I thought you weren't angry anymore," she pouted.
"And I'm not, not after what you did to me," he laughed.
Buffy blushed more and more.
"Buffy, seriously, if I told you that I write books, books you enjoy reading, without talking about Willow and Anya, how do you think you would have reacted?"
"I don't know when I began," she said shamelessly, "but, now, I'm very pleased and…proud. After all, my man is Jonas McWitness."
"Yes…Your man."
"Yes," she said shyly, "Well, I mean, if you’re alright with that."
"On one condition."
"Which is?"
"If I'm your man, you're mine, too."
"Deal. Even if I always belonged to you."
"Me too, Love. Me too."
And with that, Buffy in his arms he began to sleep, well, it was without count about her…
"Giles?"
A "Hmm" half-sleeping came from him.
"Why Jonas McWitness? I mean how do you find the name?"
He sighed. After a deep breath to wake up a little, he explained, "In fact, it was easy. Jonas is my middle name. And Witness, because I'm a watcher, I thought it would be ironic. For the Mc part, it's in reference to my Scotland origins."
"Rupert J. Giles," Buffy said, "Love it. And you're such a teaser with the 'Witness' part." She was laughing. "You really thought about it all."
"Yes, except one thing - a very curious and stubborn slayer." He smiled happily, now totally awake.
"Giles."
"Yes, Love."
"Time to sleep."
"What? Buffy, it's you who first-" he didn't finish, seeing her, peacefully sleeping in his arms.
The Next Morning
They were deeply sleeping, when they heard some noise from downstairs.
"What the bloody hell is that?" grumbled Giles.
"I think it's the gang, baby." answered Buffy, half-sleeping too. "We should get up. If not, I'm afraid we won't have breakfast. I heard Xander," she told him.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Giles said her, "I have all the breakfast I need."
"Gi-" With that he captured her mouth and they began their own breakfast.
While this time, Downstairs
All were here. Buffy didn't show at the dorm. She had said to Willow, with a large smile, she would like to stop by Giles. Willow hadn't made any comments, but her expression at that moment said a lot about her thoughts.
Buffy had just closed the door behind her, she rushed herself to see Spike and told him that…and to the others when they met at The Bronze.
All were grinning.
"Do you think it's normal?" asked Anya.
"What Honey?" Xander muttered, the mouth already full of food.
"Well, it's almost noon, and apparently Giles doesn't get up."
"I bet he has had an exhausting night," Spike said grinning, before returning with his find, the Weetabix.
"All the night?" said a perplex Anya. "It's not reasonable for a man of it's age.", then, shrugged her shoulders, "I hope he's not dead."
Everyone looked at her with a horrified expression. Xander had even stopped eating.
"What?" she asked.
"No I'm not dead, thanks, Anya, for your preoccupation with my health," said a voice from the stairs, "and, if you want to know, I'm not that old and can completely do…it all night," he said with a gesture of his hand some exasperation in his voice.
"I agree. I could even add, he has no difficulty." grinning a happy Buffy.
"Too many secrets revealed here. No need," pleaded Xander.
Nobody paid attention to Willow. When they entered in the flat, something drawn her attention…With discretion, she turned toward it.
"Giles, you're my boss. If you're dead, how will I have money?
"Any-"
"Oh my god!" screamed Willow. Everyone turned to look at her. She was in front of the desk, reading the laptop's screen which was opened, like Giles had put it in charge the last afternoon before he went out.
"Love, what is it?" asked an almost worried Spike.
Giles, who was looking at Buffy who shrugged her shoulders with a grin, bent his head, putting a hand on his face, shaking his head and with a sigh, "Bloody hell."
Willow looked at him. "You…How…I mean, it's wow…double wow…and wow." She was speechless.