Title: If Changing Rooms Could Talk 1/1
Author: Jen
Email: supermom11200@yahoo.com
Rating: I'm slapping a big fat NC-17 on this one. Complete PWP.
Pairing: B/G
Summary: Buffy and Giles have realized the error of their ways and are finally a couple. Dawn wants a costume party for New Year's Eve.
Setting: Post Chosen AU
Distribution: B/G Zone, ASH_watchers, WatcherGirls, Headquarters, ODD, & GRB
Feedback: Well, if you want to, go on then.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did. Joss & the usual suspects do.
Dedication: This is a Christmas/Hanukkah/Solstice (whatever you celebrate) present for all of the wonderful new friends I have made since joining all these groups. May you have a safe and happy holiday season. You guys are the best!!!
Special thanks to Michelle. She figured out the problem and showed me the way.
I bow and worship at the feet of Kim & Jamie. Whether it's titles or general feedback, they always come through for me.

"Giles!" Buffy cried as she closed the door to her cubicle.

"Yes?" came the voice in the stall across from her.

"Tell me again why we have to dress up for New Year's Eve?" "You know perfectly well why. You let Dawn decide the theme for the party and this is what she chose. I must admit that it wouldn't have been my first choice either, but..." he replied as he began to remove his clothes in preparation to try on the costume.

"The next time I do something that stupid, stake me."

Giles laughed silently as he slipped on the snug black pants. He was reaching for a white shirt with full sleeves, as the cursing started.

"Is this something everyone is doing this year? "As to that, I wouldn't know." "Was this the only costume left in my size?" Buffy complained.

"I wouldn't know that either, as you wouldn't let me see it."

"To quote my favorite Watcher, `Ha bloody ha.' It's awful. I can't be seen in public like this!" Buffy complained.

"Buffy, do shut up. It's not as though mine is that much better."

"At least, you're covered. There's so very little to this thing. I wouldn't have worn something like this back in high school."

Giles' mind drifted off in the memories of the scant clothing she used to wear. If it was that revealing, he might not be able to keep from making a prat of himself in front of everyone.

While Giles was off in his musings, Buffy sighed and cinched the bodice of the leather bustier tighter. `I hope I can breathe in this thing.'

The tighter she pulled on the laces, the higher her breasts rose. `Wow! Where did those come from?' she thought, as she looked in the mirror. `Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all. Giles might like it, then again, he may run for the hills,' she thought ruefully.

She bent over to roll the thigh high stockings up her legs and attach them to the garters hanging from the bustier. Next, she slid on the high, black boots that came to the top of the stockings, but left the garters showing. `Stupid thing, stupid idea,' she muttered under her breath. "What did you say?" Giles asked as he tied a red sash at his waist and reached for his cape.

"Um, nothing. Nothing at all," Buffy replied as she zipped the boots.

She reached for the skirt that slit almost to the waist in two spots in the front and in the back. She managed to get the skirt on without falling over and reached for the zipper. Giles adjusted his mask and set the hat on his head. "Are you ready to see the outfit?" he asked.

"Give me a few more minutes," she said as she tied her own cape around her shoulders. Her hands sought out the pockets of the cape and she felt something in her hand. She withdrew the object and screamed in frustration.

"Buffy? What happened?"

"Nothing, Giles. Not a damn thing. I should have known I couldn't get away from it for even one night."

She slipped the appliance in her mouth and sighed. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. You come out first and close your eyes."

Giles obeyed her command. He stepped out of the cubicle and surveyed himself in the full-length mirror at the end of the walkway. The three-way mirror in his stall hadn't been large enough to see the costume fully.

"Not bad, old man. Not bad at all," Giles said softly.

"So glad you approve," Buffy replied. "Now, turn toward my door and close your eyes."

"Where are you?"

Buffy opened the door slightly, stuck her hand out, and waved it at him.

He moved in front of the door and closed his eyes.

"Sometime before the party would be nice, you know."

"Giles, we've had the sarcasm talk, right?"

"Just come out," Giles ground out through clenched teeth.

He heard the rustle of material and heard Buffy say, "You can open them now."

As he slowly opened his eyes, his mouth dropped. Buffy, resplendent in black leather from her neck to her toes, started walking toward him. The movement of her legs drew his eyes to the slits in the skirt. A hint of black garters teased him and his mouth watered.

She walked slowly to him and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. She leaned toward him and said, "You look yummy enough to eat."

Giles squealed and jumped backwards as the fangs appeared in her mouth. He tried to get away from her while she started laughing.

"Giles, they aren't real," she said, reaching up and removing them from her mouth.

He started giggling. He pulled her closer and hugged her tightly.

"So, that's what you meant by not being able to get away from it for one night?"

"Yep. I guess it's just my destiny."

He giggled harder at her words.

When he calmed himself, he pulled back and asked her, "I believe you said something about `yummy enough to eat'? You, my dear, are ravishing."

She blushed at his appraisal. She slid her hands over the soft cotton of the shirt and sighed.

"Zorro, I don't think we match."

"Well, er, what exactly are you?"

"I don't know, some escapee from an Anne Rice novel, I think."

Giles gave her a Ripperish smile. "Mind you, I'm not complaining about your outfit. But, to be on the safe side, better keep Xander at arms length," he said as his hands snaked under the cape and caressed her leather-clad torso.

"Ooo, Mr. Giles. Are you looking for something?"

"No, I found what I want," he replied, drawing her into his cubicle and closing the door.

He pulled her into a bone-crushing embrace. They plundered each other's mouths and moaned.

"Giles, if we don't stop now, we won't be able to," she said, withdrawing slightly.

"I have no wish to stop. Do you?"

After a moment of thought, Buffy threw herself back into his arms and attacked his neck, in a way that she knew he loved.

"Dear, we must be quiet. Someone will come back here, if we make too much noise."

Buffy immediately quieted and renewed her attack.

Giles ran his hands over her body, reaching for the laces to her corset. He pulled them roughly and her breasts fell into his waiting hands.

Buffy whimpered as he kneaded the flesh and bent to suckle her.

Leaving her breasts, Giles licked up her chest, across her shoulder, and along her neck. "Take the skirt off," Giles whispered when he reached her ear and began to nibble.

Buffy shivered at his actions. "No need, no underwear."

Giles' eyes glazed over. He sat down in the chair behind him and jerked Buffy into his lap.

She adjusted the skirt and straddled him. Reaching for the zipper of his pants, she quickly freed his pulsing cock and rubbed him with the firm stroke she knew he loved.

Giles' sharp intake of breath told her that his control was nearing its breaking point. He pulled her closer and ground himself into her sopping core.

She raised herself and plunged downward.

Twin gasps echoed through the changing room. Buffy moved quickly, wanting the release that her body demanded.

Giles wrapped her cape around them, so that if someone did see them, it would look like they were engaged in a heavy groping session. He thrust into her, on her down stroke and groaned. He could feel her tight channel quaking around him. He slowed her for a moment with a touch to her jaw, wanting them to come together. Buffy knew that Giles needed more of her, so let him take the lead. He shifted farther down in the chair, while Buffy reached in his pants and fondled his balls.

He groaned loudly and thrust faster. Buffy took his balls with a firmer grip and felt them tighten.

A noise from the other side of the curtain pulled Buffy's attention back to their present location.

She stopped and cocked her head to the side to listen.

Giles' moan drew her gaze back to him. She motioned around them and he picked up the noises.

They drew closer together at the sound of well-known voices, hoping to escape detection.

"Xander, they said they were coming here for the costumes."

"I know, Will. But you heard the lady, they just gave the last two they had to be tried on and I just can't see the G-Man dressing as Zorro and Buffy as a she-vamp. Buffy would go naked before she wore that costume."

Giles and Buffy shook helplessly in silent laughter.

"Maybe they went somewhere else?" Willow said.

"Let's see if they are here, first," Xander replied. "Giles? Buffster?"

Damning the consequences, Giles slowly began to move against her again. The nearness of their friends, the possible thrill of detection brought them quickly back to the edge. They tuned out the distraction and sank back into each other.

Willow sighed, "Xan, they aren't here. They would have answered. I mean, unless, they're, you know. And I mean eeiiww! That's just nasty."

Xander shuddered. "You're right. There's no way that Giles would ever do the horizontal tango in a dressing room."

"Uh, we should leave."

"Why?"

"Giles might not, but Ripper probably would," Willow reminded him.

"Huh?"

"Ripper."

Xander looked at her and moved for the door. "You're right. Let's get out of here."

They rushed to the door and left.

When the silence descended again, Buffy began to ride him faster.

He quickly stood up and shoved her against the wall. His pants slid down and pooled at his ankles. Taking her harder, he whispered, "Look at us. Watch us in the mirrors."

Buffy shifted her head and took in their moving forms, the lust that surrounded them. She shivered at the images and groaned loudly. Her legs tightened around his waist and she dug her heels into his back.

Giles watched their bodies, pounding against each other. When he felt his impending orgasm approach, Giles brought his thumb to her clit and rubbed forcefully. Running her fingers through his silky hair, Buffy moved her head to his and whispered in his ear, "Yes, Giles. You know what I want. I want all of you. I want to smell like you for the rest of the day. I want it… Oh, yes, baby. Oh my… Right there. Yessss!!!!!!!!!" She moaned as she stiffened and bit down on his shoulder.

At her words and the delicious pain of her bite, Giles felt his own release spill into her. He gave a final thrust, pushing into her as if to crawl inside her skin and never leave. When she lay limply on him, he returned them to the chair, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Sweetie?" Buffy asked when she regained her voice.

"Yes, Luv?"

"Can we buy these costumes?"

"I think we can arrange that."

Buffy pulled back to look into his eyes. "I know that we haven't been together all that long," Buffy wiggled her fingers at their still joined bodies to indicate her meaning, "but, that had to be the best yet. When I saw us in the mirror, I wanted to scream and bring the roof down."

They sat silently, their eyes sharing the emotions that were too powerful for mere words. Basking in the glow of their newfound love, Giles felt contentment settle in his soul. He pulled her into a soft embrace and Buffy melted into his arms.

"Giles?"

"Yes?"

"Did they call us nasty?"

The End