Title: Fig IT!
Author: Eaglewolf
Email: auzzie98@hotmail.com
Spoilers: S6 to be safe.
Summary: Buffy wants to try something new.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: b/g
Distribution: I don't know if this really needs to go any further. Maybe we'll just keep it between you and me.
Feedback: I don't know if I really want it for this either
Disclaimer: Joss and his playmates in the sandbox own it.
Authors Note: Milkie said to me I want to see a fic where Giles has to explain the concept of figging to Buffy and draws a picture. If kinkiness only squicks you then don't read. Although as they say one persons kinkiness is another persons normal. This was written with humor in mind. Enjoy!
Dedication: For Sav, C and Milkie for reasons only they need to know:D Especially Sav .<G>

"Giles, it says the only way to slay this demon is to try figging it. What' s figging?" Buffy asked with a puzzled frown.

"Figging it?" Giles started to blush, "are you quite sure that's what it says?"

"Yeah, see?" Buffy pushed the book over at Giles. "So. What is it?"

"I very much doubt that you'll ever meet a F'kstekhol demon. They were wiped out at least 12 centuries ago."

"Yeah, but still what's figging? I mean. What if there's another demon who can be destroyed by figging? What do I do then if I never know what it is." Buffy's voice took on a hysterical edge.

Giles blushed, reached for his glasses and began to polish them furiously. "Buffy, I - er I."

"Giles, are you okay?" Buffy looked up from the picture, to see what was wrong with her Watcher, and was shocked to find him looking almost as embarrassed as the day Xander and her had found him asking the chair out on a date.

"You don't need to know what figging is, Buffy. Is it hot in here?" Giles pinched the front of his white t-shirt and shook it.

"Giles, I may very well NEED to know what figging is. You're my watcher - tell me or I'll go tell Willow that you told me that I needed to find out for our next training session, and get her to look it up on the web." Buffy said frowning at Giles, wondering just how far she would need to push him to get him to tell her.

"NO!" Giles cried. "Please don't."

"Then tell me." Buffy pouted.

Giles sighed, "Got a pencil and paper?"

"Yeah, why you have to draw me a picture?"

Giles nodded, "Pencil and paper. I simply can't bring myself to say you stick a hand of ginger up someone's butt - usually a submissive, and let them enjoy the sensation that the ginger brings out."

Buffy's eyes bugged out, and her jaw dropped open. She shook her head and opened and closed her mouth several times. "Pardon?" She could believe Giles had actually come out and *said* it.

Giles removed his glasses again, and put them down on the table, he ran his hand through his hair. "Would you rather I showed you?" He asked sarcastically.

"Well, maybe after you draw me a picture so I could see just what I'm getting into." Buffy muttered under her breath.

Giles frowned, "Hmm?"

Buffy pushed the pencil and paper in front of him. "Here."

"Okay, give me a few minutes and you'll know exactly what figging is." Giles said taking the pencil in his hand and putting a few strokes down on the paper.

"Okay, I'll go make us some tea." Buffy murmured walking into Giles' kitchen. She smiled, heading straight for the fridge. "I wonder if you have any ginger here, Giles." She and Willow had searched the net the previous night when they'd first come across the demon.

She opened up the crisper, and found a bag of ginger that had a little mold on the skin. Buffy set about preparing the ginger, in the way the website had suggested. She had a secret desire, and she was hoping tonight would be the night when Giles made her dream come true. She didn't always want to be the strong one, the one in control. She wanted someone else to have control over her. She wanted that someone to be Giles.

She left the ginger on the cutting board and walked back to where Giles was sitting. He'd just finished his first sketch, and Buffy sucked in her breath as she looked at it. There was no doubt the submissive laying across the bed was a petite blonde Slayer, or that the dominant was a tall masculine Watcher.

Buffy raised her eyebrows, "It looks like we had the same idea, Giles."

"S-Sorry, Buffy?" He asked looking up at her confused.

Buffy indicated the sketch he'd put to one side. "You," she pointed at the male figure, "Me." She pointed to the female one. "We had the same idea. I found the ginger."

Giles' eyes opened wide as he realized just what he'd done. "Oh my God, Buffy. I'm so sorry I didn't even realize what I was . you found the what?"

Buffy smiled, nonplussed. "I found the ginger. I prepared it. I want you to stick it up my ass, and cane me."

"Buffy, I -" Giles scrambled for the right words to say, he seemed to have fallen into a alternate universe where Buffy wanted him to do unmentionable kinky things to him. He closed his eyes and rubbed them, when he opened them again he found Buffy was standing naked before him. "BUFFY!"

"I want you, you want me. Well more exactly I want you to treat me like the dirty bitch I am." Buffy shrugged. "What's there to argue about? I'll go make myself comfortable on your bed." She skipped up the stairs to Giles bedroom leaving Giles looking very confused and feeling strangely aroused. A smile crept over his face and he bounded up the stairs two at a time.

END