Title: Watcher
Author: Karen Jephson
Rating: NC17 or R, depending whereabouts in this world you're located.
Spoilers: After Tabula Rasa
Disclaimer: Yeah the usual.
Feedback: If you'd like to.
Distribution: If you really feel you want to. Just ask first.
Pairing: Buffy
Summary: Giles shows a different meaning to his title.
Warning: Subject matter is well, raunchy, and self-gratification. If it's not your cup of tea, delete now.

They stomped their way through the door, shucking their coats as they went. Giles moved quickly toward the fire in the sitting room. "I'll soon get this going." Taking a match, he lit it before touching it to the kindling he'd lain earlier. "One of the advantages of a small place is it soon warms up." Standing, he beckoned to his companion. "Come and dry yourself off a bit."

Buffy smiled as she neared the heat. Shaking some residual snow off her hair, she raised her

hands to warm them up. "Gotta say Giles. Fighting vamps in the snow is a new experience."

Giles smiled, acknowledging one of the disadvantages of living in England. "Yes well, it does have some advantages. Slows them down enough to give us lesser mortals a better chance at battle." The two stood side by side, letting the fire bring life back to their fingers. "Sorry about the busman's holiday though. I had hoped you'd be able to rest while you were here."

Buffy shrugged. "The idea was to spend time with you. So what if I have to dust a few vampires to do that." Neither mentioned why she was there. After their acrimonious separation they'd not really spoken in some time. Realising her attitude would not bring Giles back to Sunnydale, Buffy'd decided to take the fight to him. Taking advantage of a quiet period on the Hellmouth she'd arranged to spend a couple of weeks in England. Unfortunately on her second night, Giles had been called to take care of a problem. Fortunately, that problem was right up Buffy's street, so she'd wrangled his agreement to her accompanying him. "It gave me a chance to meet your friends. I like them."

Giles glanced at her, please. "They liked you too. Kept telling me you'd reinforced their opinion of my foolishness in returning."

Neither spoke for a few minutes, happy to just stand in each other's company. Finally Giles moved away, pouring himself a drink from the bottle sitting on his sideboard. He indicated the bottle toward Buffy. "Want some?"

She smiled. "Giles! Offering hard liquor to a minor? What will the Council say? I'm not twenty one for a couple more weeks."

His snort told her his opinion of the Council of Watchers. "Over here it's legal. I thought it might warm you up." At the negative shake of her head, he returned the bottle before gathering his drink and sitting in one of the easy chairs facing the now blazing fire. Buffy soon joined him on the other. Within a few minutes however she started shifting restlessly, as if trying to find a comfortable spot. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Just a little up I guess from the fight. How many were there?"

Giles shrugged. "About twenty I think. At least that's when I stopped counting." He continued to observe her as he sipped his whiskey. "Feeling a bit restless?"

"No." She shifted again. "It's just that slaying.. the battle... it kind of makes me..." She paused, not sure what she was trying to say.

"Hungry or horny?"

She looked up at his words, shocked. "What?"

"Isn't that what Faith used to say?" She nodded slowly. "Xander tackled me about it once." Her mouth settled into a silent 'Oh.'. "I take it you're not looking for a tub of double moccha ice cream right now?"

She looked down, embarassed. "Usually, after a really big fight there'd be somebody to, um..." She looked up quickly. "Not that I'd look for anybody. But there was Riley, then Spike." She didn't notice his grimace. "I've been feeling kinda antsy in the past few months. No way to - expel the - um, energy." Her cheeks glowed red as she realised what she'd just been telling him.

"There are other options." His voice was still quiet, almost reasonable. Perhaps he thought this was the best way to handle her problem.

"You mean go out and find some guy to..."

Giles laughed. "Besides the usual health problems with that resolution, I doubt if you'd find many 'guys' out on a night like tonight." As if to emphasise his point, the wind rattled against the window. "I was thinking more of a self-help system."

If anything Buffy blushed brighter. "I can't believe you're telling me to -to...as if it's normal."

"Haven't you ever?"

"No! Well....no!" She jumped up, strangely more turned on by having this conversation with her Watcher than she was when she'd had her stupid affair with Spike. "Besides where would I..?"

"Here?"

"Yeah, and I suppose you want to watch." She turned at his silence. "You - you. God! Giles!"

He smiled, his teeth moist from his drink. "Where do you think the word Watcher comes from? You really should have read some of their diaries. Quite enlightening."

She looked at him, fascinated despite herself. "You mean they actually.."

"I understand it was harder getting the co-operation of some of the Slayers' mates. Some of the

Watchers felt it necessary to instruct their Slayers on how to copulate."

Buffy laughed. "Are you serious?" At his slow nod she turned away, shaking her own head. "I'm surprised you never offered."

"And have you break my nose and a few sundry bones in my body? No thank you."

She turned back to him. "Then why now?"

"Ah. This is different. It's just you and I. You need a release, and I thought you'd prefer it to my offering to personally provide that release."

Buffy paused, surprising herself by actually being tempted by both offers. "I-think I better go to bed." She turned, only to stop again. "Alone." She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard Giles chuckle as she made her retreat.

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Giles contemplated the now waning flames, his second glass of whiskey resting in his hands. He no longer drank to excess, but he still enjoyed a good drink on a cold night. The only light came from the fire as he contemplated his Slayer and his decision to break down some of their barriers tonight. Everything was quiet in the flat, so it was to be assumed Buffy had finally managed to go to sleep. He was shown the error of his thoughts by a movement in the doorway to the spare bedroom. He hid his smile behind his glass. Only Buffy would look seductive in a pair of Yummy Sushi pyjamas. He lifted his eyebrow, waiting for her to speak.

Buffy moved nearer the fire, rubbing her arms. "I couldn't, in there. I figured you'd hear me anyway and that seemed kinda worse."

Giles nodded before rising. Moving to the sideboard he poured a second glass before taking it to her. "Sip this. It'll warm you up."

She took it tentatively. "You know me and drink. And I tried some of Spike's drink once and didn't like it at all."

"This is single malt Buffy. I doubt there's any comparison to it and the rotgut Spike likes to pour down his throat. There's not much chance of you getting drunk on the small amount I've given you." He returned to his chair, giving her much needed space. She took a sip, finding the taste not so bad as she'd thought, and enjoying the warmth as it travelled down her body. Kneeling on the rug in front of the fire, she finished her drink in the silence.

Putting the glass down she turned to Giles. "I'm not sure." She took a breath. "What do I do?"

Giles lifted his eyebrow. "You mean you don't know?"

She couldn't help herself. She blushed. "Of course I do. I just meant."

"You do whatever you find enjoyable. If you like I'll give you some suggestions." He leaned further back in his chair, his features now hidden in the shadows. "Do you like your breasts being touched?"

Buffy shivered at the sensual sound of the dismembered voice coming from the shadows. "Yes."

"Then lift your hands until they rest against your breast." Buffy obeyed him, surprised to find her nipples already distended. "Now squeeze them slightly. That's right. Move your palms slightly so you can flick your nipples with your thumbs. Good." Buffy closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to seep into her senses. She could almost imagine they were his hands touching her, his voice adding to the feel. "Keep doing it until you're ready to move to the next stage." The silence reined for a few moments, broken only by the sound of Buffy's small pants, and the creak of leather whenever Giles lifted his glass for a drink.

Finally Buffy knew she was ready to move on. Still slightly embarassed, she nevertheless had a hunger he'd fed and which now needed to be assuaged. "What next?"

"Undo your buttons, all of them. Good girl. Now lightly trail your fingers up from your stomach to your breast bone. Yes." The huskyness in his voice told her he wasn't as unmoved by her actions as he'd appeared. Realising that in pleasuring herself she was also pleasuring him, Buffy made her movements more sensual. "Now move them so they brush the material away." She felt his eyes on her as she exposed her breasts already jutting out with pride. "Take the top off." She obeyed, waiting for his next command. "Wet your fingers, then start rubbing your nipples again."

"Hmm." Buffy couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure. Her lovers had fondled her breasts before, but not with such attention. She licked her fingers again, before returning to her activity.

"Now pinch them lightly between your thumb and forefinger. Roll them. Yes, that's right. Feel how good it is." Giles leaned forward as Buffy moaned again, putting his drink to one side. Attuned to his Slayer he gauged when she was ready to move on. "Keep fondling one breast, but move your other hand down your stomach again. Take as long as you want."

Buffy hesitated for a moment. What he wanted to do was in many ways more intimate than exposing her breasts to him. But her faith in him and the need burning inside her won out. She trailed her fingers down, her stomach distending beneath her touch. She paused at the elastic waist of her pyjama bottoms.

"On top for now. Move your hand down and rub yourself. Learn what you enjoy the most. Hard, soft, quick, slow. Let your body lead you." Buffy's pelvic muscles clenched as she obeyed him, her body quickening as she pleasured herself. The world had shrunk to the touch of her hands upon her body and the voice of the man who seemed to be able to control her hands and her mind. "Can you feel yourself through the material? Are you wet yet?"

Unable to articulate, Buffy nodded. "Un-huh." She began to rock, pushing against her hand as it rubbed the material into her opening.

"Turn around and lie down." She obeyed him without thought, her head resting on the floor near his feet. "Now Buffy. Touch yourself as you want to. Feel your arousal." Eagerly she moved her hand, slipping it under the material. She moaned as her hand found her wet opening. "Find the spot, find where it tingles to touch." She rubbed herself, gasping as she felt a shard of pleasure run through her. "Yes." His voice was but a whisper now. "Concentrate on that. Pleasure yourself love." Buffy whimpered as she began to rub the nubbin, her other hand pinching and rolling her nipple. In her peripheral she sensed, rather than saw him shift. She wondered if he would join her, half hoping he would. She opened her eyes, trying to see him in the dark. She saw nothing beyond his knees. "Let it take you wherever you want."

The shrill ring of the phone beside him made her jump. She started to remove her hand. "No. They can't see you. Don't stop now. Perhaps slow down a little." He smiled as he leaned forward, the light of the flames highlighting the angles of his face. He lifted the receiver, never taking his eyes from hers. "Hello? Dawn? How are you dear? No, she's actually unavailable right now. We had a bit of a battle here. No nothing she couldn't handle. Yes, she's fine. I'll have her call you tomorrow shall I? Yes, I will. Me too." Giles' smile was gentler as he replaced the receiver. "She sends you her love."

Buffy moaned as she realised she'd not stopped fondling herself while her sister was on the phone. "Giles..."

"Yes." It was a statement. "Increase the pace. Faster, that's right. Let your body take you where you need to go." Buffy's breathing increased at his words, her body now pushing against her fingers. She could hear his whispered encouragements as she stared into his green eyes. He seemed to know when she was ready. "Now Buffy! Now!" At his words, she began to buck, her mouth opened to scream out her pleasure. Instead his name left her lips. She sobbed as she pushed herself further into her orgasm, finally collapsing in exhaustion.

Too tired to even open her eyes, she felt him lift her and carry her into the bedroom. The shifting of her legs told her he'd finished stripping her. As he rose she grabbed his wrist with a mewl of protest. "Shh. I'm not going anywhere." At his promise she let go. There was a rustle of material, then she felt the heat of his body beside hers. The tickle of his body hair told her he was as naked as she. She rolled into him, letting him gather more fully to his length, his arousal jutting against her thigh. She fell asleep with his kiss on her forehead.

THE END