Title: Where Did You Learn How to Do That? A smutty sequel to Revelations
Author: Jen
Email: supermom11200@yahoo.com
Rating: I'm slapping a big fat NC-17 on this one. Complete PWP, no need to read the first story, unless you really want to.
Pairing: B/G
Summary: Buffy found out about Giles' former `career'. I think she likes it.
Setting: Season 5, after Blood Ties
Distribution: Headquarters, ASH_Watcher, ODD, The Zone, WatcherGirls Feedback: Well, if you really want to, go on then.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did. Joss & the usual suspects do.
Dedication: This is for my fair Jamie. She is my Muse, my inspiration, and most importantly, my friend. It's her birthday and I'm giving her the thing the loves most (next to Warner), naked Giles.

Giles' lips quirked and he gave a small laugh. "Buffy, it's quite alright. No harm done or do you have a problem with it?"

"Me? Problem? No problems here. Questions, yes. Problems, no."

"Questions?" Giles asked, sliding closer to her.

"Lots of questions," she said as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Like…"

"Like, where did you learn to do that particular move on horseback?"

Giles blushed slightly. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to show you?"

"Well, I do have other questions about some things." "One at a time, my dear, one at a time," he told her, leading her to the pommel horse.

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"Well, the pommel horse sounds uncomfortable. How about we move to the couch?" Buffy asked, desire filling her voice.

Giles, making a slight change in direction, sat on the sofa and pulled her into his lap.

His hand slowly slid down her leg and removed one of her shoes. He reached across and slid its mate to the floor. His hand retraced its route and settled on her hip.

Giles bent his head to her neck and breathed in her scent. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, gently licking the backside of her ear.

Buffy gasped, as the sensation moved through her body. She moved her hands into his hair and pulled him closer.

Giles chuckled softly then, moved his tongue to outline the shell of her ear.

His hands caressed her slowly, the left moving from hip to breast, kneading the nipple into a hard pebble. His right hand stroked her face, trailing fingertips across her forehead, down her cheek, and along her jaw line. Buffy moaned loudly and decided to join the fun. She ran her hands through his soft hair. Lightly scraping her nails over his neck, she progressed onto his back. She massaged the muscles, quivering under the material.

Giles' left hand slid down her chest and stomach, reaching the hem of her shirt. He roughly pulled it up and stroked her stomach.

Buffy pulled away from Giles, begging, "Take it off, please?" He yanked the shirt up and over her head. Buffy, taking advantage of the delay ripped Giles shirt off, sending buttons flying. The sight of her bare breasts sent him reeling. He bent his head and suckled one of the turgid peaks into his mouth hungrily.

Buffy squirmed in his lap, until she straddled his thighs. She gave herself over to the feelings coursing her body and settling in her, by now, aching core.

She ran her hands over his chest, stopping when she felt his nipples. She rubbed and twisted them until they stood out in high relief.

Giles grunted in pleasure. He had known that his Slayer was a woman of intensity, but not like this.

He jerked his mouth away from her breasts and sighed in delight.

Buffy took the opportunity to move her hands further down his body, running her hands through the sprinkling of hair that ran from his chest and disappeared into his pants. She caressed the bulge in his pants, until Giles was writhing in need.

"Now, Luv. If you keep that up, this will be over far too soon."

Buffy smirked at him. "I've seen you in action. Don't tell me that you can't do it more than once."

Giggling, Giles replied, "Didn't you know? Those movies, they aren't real. I, however, am very real."

Quickly, Giles stood up, making Buffy wrap her legs around his waist. She centered herself on his cock and began to rub him.

Giles didn't move as Buffy slid up and down his hardness. Awash in pleasure, he finally lowered them to the mat on the floor.

Buffy loosened her legs, as Giles kissed his way down her neck, stopping to taste her breasts again on his downward path. He nipped, kissed and licked the flesh as his hands moved to her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them before sliding the confining clothing, down her legs, taking her socks off, as well. Buffy yanked the remains of his shirt off and touched his heated skin as far as she could reach.

Giles nibbled at her hip until she opened her legs. He repositioned himself so that his mouth was level with the hair covering her dripping center. Buffy could do nothing but cry out at the first touch of his tongue to her nether lips. He licked her from back to front and attached his lips to the throbbing flesh before him.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he gradually applied pressure. She threw her head from side to side, as she bucked against him. Giles placed one hand on her stomach to control her movements and the other slid down to tease her opening. He quickly thrust one finger in her. A second and third followed, and Buffy screamed as the orgasm rushed through her like wildfire.

Giles slowed his ministrations while Buffy shook from the power flowing in her blood. She looked down at a contented Giles and smiled.

"Sweetie?" Buffy gasped, trying to draw much needed air into her lungs.

"Yes, my dear?"

"When do I get to play?"

Giles, feeling more blood rush to his aching cock, replied, "Whenever you feel up to it." "Giles?"

"Yes?"

"I feel up to it."

He chuckled then gasped as she flipped them over and sat on his legs.

"One of us is wearing too many clothes, and it's not me," Buffy purred, as she reached for his belt. She unbuckled it and unsnapped his pants. She slid the zipper slowly down and smiled.

"Giles, did you know you were gonna get lucky today?"

"What do you mean?"

"Commando?" "Ah, that. I never wear them, too bloody confining."

"Well, I lost that bet."

Giles smirked at her. "Dare I ask, what bet?"

"Well, Willow thought that you would wear tighty whities. I guessed boxers. Anya said briefs with the legs. Tara was the one who guessed nothing. I owe her twenty bucks, now. Thanks a lot."

Giles giggled. "When would you lot wonder about my choice in undergarments?"

"When I walked them home last night. You were all we talked about."

"Really? What did you say?"

"We wondered what you would be like, playful or shy. We already knew what you looked like, and let me tell you, there was some serious drooling going on."

Giles blushed. "May I ask who `drooled' the most?"

"Why, I did."

At that, Buffy bent her head and took the tip of his penis into her mouth. Her tongue slid in and out of his slit. She drew back just far enough to blow on the spot, sending shivers along his body. She bent her head again and took more into her mouth. She lowered her mouth farther and farther until his entire length was enclosed. She nibbled with her teeth as her hand moved to take his balls and roll them.

Giles started thinking about the most unpleasant things he could, in an effort not to come right then.

`Taxes, cold tea, the last time my car was serviced. Oh, bad thought. Servicing…'

His hips thrust helplessly against her. She drew back a final time and smiled at him.

"I know a better place for that Mr. Giles. Are you ready?"

He nodded and Buffy raised herself over him, holding his penis up. She slid onto him and they both cried out. Buffy moved slowly, often stopping to rock against him. Giles' hands cupped her breasts and squeezed.

She moaned as her motions became hurried.

Giles flipped them back over and pistoned through her tight, slick heat. He adjusted the angle of his hips and hit her g-spot on every thrust.

Buffy wailed in ecstasy and pulled him down into a fevered kiss that curled his toes.

He snaked his hand between them and stroked the nub of flesh.

Buffy shuddered and exploded, screaming Giles' name.

Hearing his name on her lips, Giles felt his balls tighten, molten lava flowing in his veins, and followed her over, crying out in completion.

He collapsed on her. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the weight of him pinning her body to the floor.

He lifted off her, looking down at her sated expression.

"So, was that better than the movie?"

"If you have to ask, then we didn't do it right."

"We can try again."

"When? Oh," she said, her eyes widening as she felt him harden inside her. "I've been meaning to ask you what a stevedore is, but I think my question just got answered."

"You know, I believe it did," he said, as he began to move against her.

The End