Title: Once In A Lifetime 2/24
Author: Karen Jephson
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. Want to adopt and treat them better than their owners, but I don't have enough.
Feedback: Live for it.
Note: To Trich and Gail. Thanks for your nagging, your precise beta, and your constant encouragement.

Buffy ran the brush through her damp hair. She'd stood under the shower for at least fifteen minutes, scrubbing away any remaining traces of the demon she'd killed that night. She wished she could do the same to the memory of her argument with Giles. He'd become uber-research guy when he'd returned from England, and it had begun to annoy her. If she were honest with herself, that was the reason she hadn't waited as he'd asked. She was sick of his need to read everything he could find on every demon they encountered. She hadn't realized that maybe he was still worried after her death over a year ago.

A noise in the room next door ceased the movements of the brush. As far as she knew, she was alone in the house. For a moment, she wondered if Spike had decided to pay her a visit. But after the last time he'd been inside, and since his return, he'd stayed away from the house. Buffy putg the brush down as she tightened the sash to her bathrobe before carefully opening the connecting door between the bathroom and main bedroom. Who she saw was more of a surprise than Spike would have been.

"Giles, what...?"

"Where is everyone?" Something didn't seem right somehow.

"Dawn's staying at Janice's. Willow and Xander are having a Simpsons' Halloweenathon."

"So we're all alone?"

"Yeah. What's.?" Before she could finish the sentence, Giles swooped, pushing her against the wall. He covered her lips with his own, pressing his body into hers. She froze at first, her body remembering another time when a man had tried to hold her. But this was Giles, and the one man she knew she could trust. She relaxed her body as she let the memories wash away from her, and she became aware of exactly what Giles was doing. Surprise prevented her from trying to push him away. That and her fear of hurting him. She opened her mouth to protest, but Giles took the movement as an invitation. His tongue sneaked past her lips, scraping along her teeth before stroking the roof of her mouth.

Buffy made a sound of protest. At least she thought it was a protest. But it had been so long since she'd been kissed by a man, a living man. One who didn't repulse and terrify her in equal parts. And Giles seemed to know what he was doing. And it was Giles: her Watcher and friend. Clarity returned, and Buffy pressed her hands against his shoulders, ready to push him away. She gasped as she felt his hand press against her breast, kneading it through the terry of her robe. His knee pushed her legs open, and she felt his arousal press against her. Strangely, it didn't feel weird or gross. And if it was anybody else she'd probably be encouraging him more. But she realized that if she didn't stop soon, something would happen they would both regret. Giles was acting so strange. It had to be some sort of spell, and she didn't want him to feel all guilty in the morning, when he obviously had no control over his actions.

What did it matter if he made her shiver from the feel of the rough cloth over her aroused nipple? Or that she wanted to open her legs more to give him more access to her body? This was Giles, and his feelings mattered more than the fact that he made her feel more alive by just kissing her and fondling her breasts than any other man, living or undead, had in a long time.

Giles finally released her lips, though his hand continued its ministration. Buffy turned her head to the side to take a couple of deep calming breaths before she stopped him. She also needed to figure out how to push him away without causing him any physical damage. Taking advantage of the change in position, Giles began to press open kisses against the side of her face, her ear, her neck. She felt her nipples pebble under his assault.

"Giles, we have to.Oh God." She hadn't realized he'd undone the belt to her robe until she felt his warm lips draw her nipple into his mouth. His hot breath sent a coil of heat directly to her groin. When his tongue and teeth began tormenting the hardened nub, she drew on her last reserves of sanity to end it. "Giles.ohhh!" She hadn't noticed his hand had been stroking its way down her body. Not until his fingers pressed against the curls covering her sex. As if they knew her body intimately, they pushed through her lips and straight toward her clit. She couldn't stop herself pressing against his palm as he began to massage that most sensitive part of her body. She fought against the fog of passion that began to cloud her mind.

She was being assaulted on three fronts now. His mouth and right hand were fondling her breasts, sending shards of pleasure down her body to her core. His left hand was driving her insane as it stroked, petted, and teased her clit. She moved her hands to his head, to pull it away she told herself. Instead they pressed him harder against her flesh as she moaned and began whimpering. She felt, rather than heard him laugh against her skin. As if rewarding her, he pushed two fingers against her opening, wetting them with her arousal. They pushed into her, sliding in and out with an ease and familiarity she would not have expected.

Buffy began panting as Giles increased the pace of his fingers, pushing her closer toward her climax. "Giles, please." She wasn't sure what she was begging for. She only knew she was at his mercy. "Please."

Giles pulled his mouth from her reddened breast, resting his forehead against hers. "Please what?" He found an extra sensitive spot in her channel. "Please what?"

"Please. Make me..."

"Make you what? Make you come? Is that what you want, love? You want me to make you come?"

"Oh, God." She was out of control now, pushing against his hand, seeking for the release he could give her, yet wouldn't.

"Say it."

She swallowed against the dryness in her mouth. "Make me come. Please!"

She felt his smile against her lips as he took her mouth in a possessive kiss. His tongue entered her, its actions mimicking those of his fingers. His thumb stroked against her clit, pushing her further. Finally, his fingers stroked against a part of her channel she hadn't known existed. She felt herself explode. She cried her climax in his mouth as he stroked her, not letting her down. Only when she became lax against him did he reduce the pressure, allowing her to fall into a sweet oblivion.

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