Title: Masquerade 2/7
Author: Elle
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Buffy and the gang belong to Joss, Mutant
Enemy, and other important people.
Giles walked down the aisles of A Taste of Spice, looking at rack after rack of adult videos. They ranged from vanilla to fetishes even he had never heard of. Mildly embarrassed, and entirely depressed, Giles selected something middle of the line, and headed for the register.
Buffy had been in the lingerie shop only once before, with Willow, and the two of them had been giggling hysterically the entire time. It was too kinky to be a Victoria's Secret, but not so disgusting that she was embarrassed walking in.
She held up a pair of lacey panties, and tried to ignore that her hands were shaking. She had never considered doing anything as brazen as she was about to do. She had been needy since Riley left, both physically and emotionally, and for a long time now she had been sexually attracted to Giles. So didn't make sense that they could both satisfy a mutual need? She could trust him not to treat her like trash, as Parker had, but to respect her.
The problem would be seducing him. Giles seemed downright un- seduable. God, what if he laughs at me? Buffy wondered, imagining the humiliation that would follow. She focused on Ripper, a side of Giles she had only glimpsed, but knew was still there. If that wasn't enough to drive away the fear of rejection, nothing was.
The salesclerk looked over at her. "Do you know what you're looking for?" she asked politely.
Buffy sighed. "Not really."
The woman pointed to a pink negligee. "I think that would suit you."
Buffy bit her lip. "Actually, I want something more risqué."
Giles sat in his armchair watching nude twenty-some things cavort on the TV screen, but couldn't shake the feeling of boredom. Porn wasn't his thing.
First of all, he considered himself fairly adventurous. There wasn't much in the way of variety in terms of getting one's self off. The excitement wasn't there.
Secondly, he was realizing that it wasn't just sex that he needed, it was sex with another human being. He needed touch, needed to know that he was still desirable. And watching Suzi Straddle service a small battalion of men wasn't going to do it for him.
He flipped off the TV and headed upstairs to go to bed early—as usual. He was slipping further and further into his little rut. Pretty soon, Giles mused, he probably wouldn't be able to get it up anymore.
Giles ran his hand through his hair as he flipped on his bedroom light and turned to open a drawer in his dresser. He froze, heart momentarily stopping. He wasn't alone in his house.
A petite blonde female was sprawled out on the bed, her lithe body encased in a black vinyl corset. Her breasts spilled over the top, brushed by delicate strands of honey colored hair. Her legs were bare, long, and stretched out in front of her, and her bottom half was hidden by flimsy excuse for a g-string.
While the rest of his body was trapped in a catatonic state, Giles's eyes still managed to move up to her face, a pretty heart, obscured partially by a black and crimson feather mask. The feathers stopped before reaching the tip of her nose, leaving her mouth free. The mask was a farce, he knew it was Buffy beneath, but it still gave her the illusion of being mysterious, anonymous, and much, much more available than Buffy-the-college-student could ever be.
She smiled, her red lips as glossy as her corset. Then she unfolded her legs. The panties were crotchless.
Stunned, aroused, and slightly terrified, Giles said the first thing that came to mind. "Could I offer you some tea?"