Title: What happens in Vegas… 1/3
Author: Katy Hart
Pairing(s): B/G, W/X, B/W, G/W, B/X, G/X
Rating: FRAO
Summary: The continuing smutty adventures of the Core Four, now with 50% more smut!
Spoilers: Post Chosen
Warnings: This fic contains scenes of m/m and f/f sex, if this is not your thing, please don’t read, otherwise have fun!
Disclaimer: Not mine, no infringement intended, etc.
Distribution: Want it? Just ask.
Feedback: is better than chocolate. It feeds the muse.

Author’s Notes: The places the Scoobies visit on the Vegas Strip are real. I used Frommer’s guide to help me describe them. However; I am quite aware that they are not situated as close to one another as the scene might portray, so let’s just pretend this is my version of Vegas and they are, okay? Also, this represents my first attempt at writing slash, please be kind.

Dedication: This has been an intense labor of love for me and it has stretched my boundaries as a writer. There are so many people to thank for their help, their kindness and their friendship. To Antenna who started the madness and for your always wonderful beta work, to GGtheSlayer who caused the plot bunnies to start rampaging and for encouraging the muse with chocolate, to Gilesbabe for being my first and constant cheerleader, to Fia who gave me inspiration for a certain scene *dances the dance of RPG love*, and to Amy for being an additional cheerleader with unequaled enthusiasm (see it counts!). None of this would have been possible without all of you. *hugs*

They’d arrived in Vegas a week after that night. He was just glad he’d persuaded Willow to come by conventional means. They still didn’t know the extent of her powers and he didn’t want to cause her harm by overtaxing them. Thanks to the paycheck he’d gotten from the Council two years ago (and some smart investing by Anya) he had plenty of money to spend on travel and accommodations. Which he left up to Buffy. So here he was standing in the lobby of wherever it was Buffy had booked them, waiting for the keys to their rooms. The girls, no women, had insisted they share a room and that he and Xander share another. Something about tradition and all that. They would find a chapel shortly and book times for three days hence. Plenty of time for Buffy and Willow to find dresses, Xander to find a new tux and for him to get his altered. His thoughts were interrupted by his love pulling on his sleeve.

“Here ya go honey, you’re on the third floor and we’re on the fifth,” she said handing him a keycard.

“Why not on the same floor. And why not better rooms?”

“Even you don’t have enough money to afford the Presidential suite. And separate floors so we don’t get tempted to sneak into each other’s rooms. Remember, you promised, no Buffy and Giles time until we become Mr. and Mrs.”

He did remember and rather hoped she hadn’t. They’d spent every night together and he couldn’t imagine spending another without her in his arms.

“So, elevators that way, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“What, no dinner together?”

“Giles, we’ve just traveled from Bath, England to Las Vegas, Nevada. Jet lagged, smelly and not fit for company. Will and I are gonna order room service, watch a movie an’ crash. We’ll meet up for breakfast, I promise.”

Buffy kissed him, and then waltzed over to Willow. Willow was saying something to Xander, who looked like he felt just what Giles was feeling about the room assignments. Xander kissed Willow, and then wandered in his direction.

Xander was in fact kinda pissed. "So, G-man," he said, trying not to take out too much on the Brit-guy. "What room are we in?

“312, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”

Xander just grinned as a bellhop came over with a cart for their luggage. When they reached the room, Xander walked in to check it out while Giles tipped the bellhop and went to find the bedroom. When he did, all he could do was stare.

“Pretty nifty, couple of nice chairs, a big screen TV, mini bar, all the comforts of home. How’s the bedroom look? G-man? Giles?” Xander said worriedly as all the Watcher did was gape and make sputtering sounds.

Xander followed his gaze and found the source of the gaping. In the middle of the room sat a California king size bed. Just one. Not the two he was sure Buffy had asked for. This was a problem.

“I’ll call Buffy. This is a mistake, we’ll get it fixed in no time, I promise.” He rushed to the phone.

Giles absorbed the words, but didn’t react. He just stumbled into the room and sat heavily on the bed. He hoped this was something that could be fixed. He didn’t want to imagine having to share a bed with Xander, not after the thoughts he’d had that night. Xander returned shortly, looking decidedly pale.

“Buffy and Will are in the same boat. Turns out it was a mistake, but we gotta stick with what we have. There’s a convention in town and no free rooms unless you wanna bust the whole budget on two nights in the Presidential suite.”

He couldn’t do that, not to Buffy.

“No, I guess we’ll muddle through some how.”

“Yeah, I’ll take some blankets and sleep in one of the chairs out there,” Xander volunteered.

He also didn’t want to visit the thoughts he’d had on that night, but they came creeping back, with new ones. What did Giles wear to bed? What would Giles smell like, feel like? He had to stop those thoughts. He loved Willow, only Willow.

“Nonsense. We’re two responsible, reasonable men. The bed is big enough to share. I’ll sleep on top of the covers, that’s all. Now let’s unpack, shall we?”

Buffy and Willow just ran with the problem. It wasn’t like this was the first time they’d shared a bed. Even with the events of that night, they were comfortable. For Buffy it had been an interesting one time thing, for Willow it had been a way to see another side of her best friend. “So how’s Giles dealing with it?” Willow asked.

“Dunno, that was Xander. I kinda got that Giles was non-verbal. But they’ll deal. It’s not like they’re hot for each other or anything.”

“Oh I don’t know. You didn’t see the looks they were giving each other.”

“Each other? I thought Xand was looking at me and Giles was looking at you!”

“There was looking at us, but this was a different kind of looking. And they were all silent and awkwardy the next morning. So there might be something there, I think they’re just curious, nothing serious really.”

“Curious? No. Not safe cautious Giles and woman-loving Xander.”

But as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Buffy wondered.

Xander had just stuffed his clothes randomly into drawers, not caring about wrinkles or being able to find anything. He didn’t even care that Will would give him a talking to about proper care of his wardrobe. The tension was high in the bedroom and he wanted out of there quick, so he hurried to the living area with its big screen TV. He could deal. So he was sleeping in the same bed as Giles, so what? So all those thought came creeping back in. Oh, he wasn’t gay, no sir, loving the women here. But he was curious, and he longer lumped Giles in the ‘father figure’ column either, more like the ‘friend/mentor’ column. It wigged him a little that his curiosity was piqued more so cause it was Giles than anything.

Yeah he’d been a bit curious when Larry’d come out to him, but not enough that he wanted to do anything with him. And that’s what he wanted now, to do things, with Giles. Maybe it was because he trusted Giles not to hurt him. Maybe because he trusted himself enough not to hurt Giles. It was all confusing, so he just jabbed buttons on the remote until he cam across some buxom blondes in bikinis.

Giles, meanwhile, diligently sorted pants from shirts from other things. He carefully folded and placed each item in appropriate drawers. He debated with himself for five minutes before crossing to the other side of the room and sorting out Xander’s clothes, the boy would thank him later for sparing him the lecture from Willow. He hung his tux in the closet, vowing to find a tailor soon. He was somewhat embarrassed to put condoms and lubricant in the bedside table. The former he had because he didn’t want to risk the spell a second time; the latter because Buffy had hinted at trying some kinkier things once they’d tied the knot.

So he was sharing a bed with Xander. He could share a bed with another man. He’d done it in prep school. But his mind drifted to the last time he’d shared a bed Thomas and Phillip and Ethan. After they’d buried Randall, Deidre had drunk herself into slumber and they’d all sought one another out for comfort, leading to…well best not think about that. He grabbed his toiletries and went to have a shower before retiring for the night. When he returned, he saw Xander gathering his things to do the same. They just nodded and Giles lay on top of the covers in a t-shirt and boxers. He grabbed his book and started reading.

Xander almost paled when Giles came out of the bathroom. He smelled so fresh and clean. He steeled himself to get past the Englishman and hurriedly closed the door. You can do this, he told himself, just remember, you love Willow, you would never do anything to hurt Willow and that includes hanky panky with Giles. He quickly showered, brushed his teeth and got changed. He padded to the bed and slipped under the covers without Giles noticing. The older man put his book down, took off his glasses and turned off the light.

“Good night, Xander.”

“Night, Giles.”

They both fell into uneasy slumber. Xander started to have another nightmare about Caleb and his eye. They didn’t come as frequently now, but when they did, it usually led to thrashing and screaming. Giles awoke to find Xander moaning and tossing. It was obvious he was dreaming and when he called out, “No!”, Giles moved closer to enfold him in a hug.

“Its okay, Xander, it was a dream, nothing but a dream, you’re safe.”

Xander slowly came awake, the last vestiges of the nightmare disappearing as he felt the warm arms around him. He wrapped his own arms around Giles and laid his head on the broad chest. When he’d calmed down he looked up at Giles. Green eyes met brown. The room was silent as the rush of emotions filled them both. Uneasily they released one another and said good night again. Both were hyper aware of the other, aware of what could have happened and yet somehow regretful that it hadn’t.

Buffy and Willow were cuddled up together, watching some slasher movie and eating popcorn. As the bad guy popped up behind the heroine, both girls jumped before giggling and smiling at each other.

“Y’know, I would have though that after all those years living on the Hellmouth, we couldn’t be scared by something as stupid and predictable as this,” Willow commented.

“Yeah, I guess so, but its fun sometimes to pretend all that stuff is just pretend,” Buffy argued.

Another burst of violence and they snuggled closer to each other. They didn’t really think about it but both of them were contemplating that night and the kiss.

Buffy could feel Willow’s warmth and tried to snuggle close without making it look like she was. Kissing Willow had been an eye-opening experience. If Giles and Xander hadn’t been there, how far would they have gone? Could she have sex with another woman? She caught herself before she jumped away from Will. Where did that come from? But would it be so bad? This was her best friend, someone she could trust, would it be so bad to sleep with her?

Willow was also thinking about the kiss. It had been like fire and she almost got burnt. But she wanted to touch that fire again. She had a small corner of her heart tucked away for her love for Buffy. At the next scream from the TV, Buffy’s hand clutched hers.

They ignored the screen and glanced at one another. The movie was forgotten as hands touched and caressed. Lips met, tentatively until another scream broke the two apart. Buffy turned off the TV and glanced shyly at Willow.

“Good night then.”

“Night, Buffy,” she replied as the light went off.

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