Title: What's a Stevedore? 3/4
Author: Karen Jephson
Rating: R. Uber R.
Spoiler: Who Are You?
Disclaimer: Joss has his world with his characters, I have mine. The
difference? My zero bank balance.
Distribution: Solo, Anya, anyone else just ask.
Summary: Answers the question everybody wants to know. B/G.
Feedback: Yes please. But I'm like a vampire. Flames hurt.
Dedication: To Gylzgirl who made sure I had to send it to the list. And to Cindy Bowers who asked for a B/G fic.
Buffy lay on his bed, a single sheet covering her. She could sense him moving around the room, but was too sated, too happy to worry. After he'd brought her up to his bedroom he'd removed the rest of her clothing and settled her where she now lay. She'd felt no shyness or embarassment. After all, he was Giles. If she couldn't trust him, who was left?
The bed behind her dipped and she felt the heat of his body pressed against her back. The slightest brush of lips on her shoulder preceded his question. "Sleeping?"
"Uh-uh." She shook her head negatively. "Just thinking."
His lips smiled against her skin. "About what?"
"Oh, this and that." She rolled over, surprised to realise that he was naked. Running her hand appreciatively along his hair-covered chest, she sighed in appreciation. "Mainly about how I wish I'd met stevedores before."
The smile slipped from his face, a serious look replacing it. "Before what? If you regret anything."
Her fingers pressed against his lips. "No. It was," she paused as she looked for the right word, "wow. The wowest thing I've ever known." His smile returned in a flash, copying her own embarassed one. "I meant before," again she hesitated. "Before I made some pretty stupid mistakes."
Giles gathered her to him, brushing a kiss across her forehead. He knew she' d explain when she was ready, but also that this wasn't the time. Instead he decided to change the subject. "You talk as though it's over."
Stroking her hand down his arm, Buffy rushed to soothe any hurt feelings she may have caused. "Well, only for tonight. I mean, there'll be other nights."
"Can't keep up?"
"What?" She arched back to look at him in surprise.
"Buffy," he rubbed his hand across her bare back, "stevedores are known for many things. Their strength, their fighting nature, their stamina." He let the words hang in the air, allowing her time to follow his meaning.
"Oh," hesitant at first, she finally understood, "Oh! Then we can.."
"Learn more about stevedores, for as long as you want." Bending down, he captured her mouth, repeating the heated kisses of earlier. By the time he released her, she was panting and his semi-relaxed erection had once again made its need known. Covering her body with his own, he pulled away the sheet that separated them. Squeezing her thigh gently he moved his hand inward, encouraging her to open herself to him.
Buffy moaned as she felt his hand begin to stroke her. Even though it had only been a few minutes since he'd brought her to orgasm twice, she felt her body melting and flowing in response to his touch. The feel of his fingers against her clit caused her to whimper as she began pushing against his touch, aching to encounter those same sensations he'd caused in her earlier.
Shocked at the withdrawal of his heat from her, Buffy opened her eyes to see what stopped her lover. He'd turned toward the chest of drawers on his side, silently opening the top drawer. The sound of foil ripping alerted her to his purpose and she sighed in appreciation of his thoughtfulness and relief that he wasn't abandoning her. A minute later he turned back to her, his erection safely sheathed. When she moved to touch him, he grabbed her hand and held her prisoner. "Not this time love. I need no encouragement to love you."
He rolled back on top of her, positioning himself at her sex. Running his hand once more along her opening to make sure she was ready, he smiled in encouragement when she wrapped her legs around him. Placing his hands on either side of her head he pushed slightly into her opening. Closing his eyes at her tightness, he braced himself before penetrating her in one move. At her enthusiastic moan, he began a hard rhythm, pushing at her with enough force to make the bed rock. Buffy's thighs squeezed down on his invading penetration as if to keep him prisoner within her walls. As he pushed her closer to the edge, a keening cry escaped her mouth. His breath coming in heavy pants, Giles whispered words of encouragement to her, telling her of the plans he had for them both the next time. When he could hold out no longer, he pushed twice into her then stiffened. With a groan he collapsed on top of her, holding her tightly as she climaxed with him.