Title: Once In A Lifetime 20/24
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.

He bent his head, brushing her lips with his own. She lifted her hands to his head, holding his mouth still against her own as they deepened the kiss. His own hands rested against her waist, pulling her to his length as their mouths molded to each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck as  she drew his questing tongue into her mouth. Their movements were slow, knowing they had all night to learn each other.

Eventually Giles pulled back, entranced by the dazed look in her eyes, and by her wet, swollen lips. He stepped out of her embrace,  grasping her hand as it dropped, and led her to the double bed. They sat on the edge together, their knees almost touching. As one, their heads moved forward, repeating the heated kiss they'd shared earlier. As they separated Giles smiled at her.

"I've been meaning to ask: how did you know I wasn't your Rupert?"

Buffy's eyes dropped momentarily, then rose to meet his own. "Last night.last night was like our first night together. Actually, more like our second," a frown marred her forehead, "or maybe our third."

Giles huffed slightly. "I don't believe which time it was like really matters."

"Oh but it does," she lifted her hand to rest against his chest, rubbing against the cotton of his pyjama top as she tried to make him understand. "Last night was fantastic. Making love to Rupert has always been like that. But.," she paused, as if trying to find the right words, "our first night together wasn't like our second night. And that wasn't like our third. Which was nothing like."

"Buffy, if you say your fourth I think I shall scream!"

She giggled. Her fingers had begun undoing the buttons, exposing his warm flesh to her touch. Neither mentioned it. "I was going to say it was nothing like the way it felt once we knew each other. After we found out what drove the other person crazy, and what was a complete turnoff."

Understanding finally dawned. "You knew how to 'drive me crazy', but I had no idea what was a turn off or a turn on for you."

Buffy nodded as she released the final button. Her other hand rose to join its partner as the material was brushed to one side. "Exactly. It was mind blowing, but you didn't use any of Rupert's tricks on me." She began kneading his skin, her nails grazing against his hard nipples.

Giles rested his hands on her thighs, closing his eyes against the sensation. "Well, I hope you'll show me some of those tricks tonight." He felt her hand against his shoulders as she pushed the material back. He lifted his hands for a moment, allowing the top to fall onto the bed.

"Definitely. Later. But now," he felt her breath against his sweat dampened chest hair a moment before her open lips sucked some of the salty fluid off him, "this time is for Giles and me. No tricks."

His breath hitched at her words. He lifted his hand to hold her head against him as he dropped a kiss onto her crown. Waiting only until he'd been able to bring some sort of control to the emotions she'd let loose with her words, he lifted her face up to his.

The kiss was different this time. Leisurely, but deeper, the giving and taking of more than just a taste. His hand slid down, resting on her shoulder for a moment before continuing to the hem of her nightie. Grabbing the edge of the material in his fist, he lifted it up and over her body, breaking the kiss to drop it beside his pyjama top. Wrapping his hands around her back, he pulled her to him, wanting to feel her breasts pressed against his chest. The sensation was more than he could have dreamt.

As one they shifted sideways, tilting until they lay on the bed. Their kisses eased as they explored each other's bodies. Giles watched her face, basking in the lust in her eyes, and the increase in tension of her muscles as he aroused her more. Stroking the curve of her breasts, he gathered them into his hands, then dipped his head. He pulled the first nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue,  feeling Buffy's moan hum through them both, as the nubbin hardened in his mouth. He then turned to its partner, giving it the same treatment.

He released her breasts and pressed gently against her hip, rolling her onto her back. He rose slightly and he began pressing open kisses against her flesh, reveling in the taste of her, as the musk of her arousal scented the air, before pausing for a moment at her sensitive stomach to dip his tongue into her navel. Then, grabbing the edges of her panties, he pulled them down her legs, exposing her to him. Pushing the material off her legs, he ignored it as it fell to the ground, wishing to concentrate instead on the vision before him.

She lay with her hands by her side, no embarrassment in her nakedness in sight. Her legs were open slightly, allowing him to see beyond the tuft of curls covering her sex. Dipping his head, he kissed her at the apex of her thighs, then dipped his tongue to taste her. They both moaned at the sensation. Accepting the invitation of her opening legs, he moved further down, lathing her lips with his tongue before searching out her clit. Finding the hidden treasure, he drew it into his mouth, pressing gently on it with his teeth. The bucking of her hips told him the success of his ministrations, but the tugging of her hand at his hair warned him to stop.

Lifting his head, Giles looked up at her quizzically. "This isn't a one way trip. We both go together." Smiling, he bent to kiss her core once more, before laying beside her again.

Buffy's hand pressed against his chest, before trailing down to the elasticized waist of his bottoms. His muscles clenched automatically as her fingers brushed against his stomach. They paused a moment before slipping underneath the cotton material. His erection rose, eagerly awaiting her touch. At the feel of her nails scraping against the fold covering his tip, he groaned and automatically jerked back. Her hand followed him as it moved lower until he was grasped tightly in her palm. He automatically began pushing against the channel created by her grip. He grabbed her hand, knowing how close he was to the edge, the cotton material between them. "If you want us together, you should stop about now."

Buffy smiled, then kissed him gently on the mouth. Releasing his erection, she pushed the dampened material from his body, then pulled it over his thighs and legs. Once the bottoms were below his knees, he took over, kicking them off fully. They paused, looking deeply into each other's eyes, then smiled simultaneously. Giles moved forward as Buffy lifted her leg onto his thigh. When he felt himself pressed against her, he dropped his hand, finding her opening. His eyes opened as he felt her hand on his penis. Together they guided themselves to their joining, their hands releasing their prizes and grasping each other as he entered her in one stroke.

The rhythm was slow at first, a gentle rocking that barely disturbed the bed. Giles felt as though he had a lifetime to make love to this wonderful, giving woman. He didn't want to miss a moment of it. But their needs soon overcame their wishes, and the pace increased as they strove toward their climaxes. Giles took Buffy's mouth as he felt her orgasm begin. Drawing her tongue into him, he swallowed her scream. Her name was lost in her mouth as he followed her over the abyss.

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