Title: Baby You Can Drive My Car
Author: Kim
Email: lawyergirl152003@yahoo.com
Written: 8/19/03
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Set sometime after the death of the Citreon. Buffy wants to learn to drive Giles' car.
Distribution: Of course you can have it, just let me know where it goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss, ME, Fox etc. Although I'm sure they have more fun in my world.
Feedback: Yes please. It's my newfound addiction!
Notes: Dialogue is in double quotes, thoughts in single quotes.

"Okay Giles, this is just ridiculous," Buffy huffed as she tried to sling her weapons bag over her shoulder, unlock the door to Giles' apartment, and keep him upright all at the same time. Giving up on the bag, she let it fall to the ground while she jiggled the key in the lock. Finally, she propped Giles against the wall next to the door and tried to hold him in place with her hip while she fought with the uncooperative doorknob.

"Oohh, my head," Giles moaned as Buffy finally got the door open and ducked her head under Giles' arm to help him into the apartment. "I really need to lie down."

"Well, you could have been lying down a long time ago if you would listen to me for a change." Buffy kicked the door closed behind her and started maneuvering Giles towards the stairs. "Damn, I forgot my weapons. Oh well, I'll just hope no one steals them while I'm helping you get to bed."

"Really Buffy, I'm fine, you can go," Giles said as he pushed away from Buffy in an attempt to demonstrate that he could stand on his own. Buffy simply stood and watched as he swayed drunkenly, then  moved to catch him as he fell forward.

"God Giles, would you just let me help you," she grumped, secretly delighted when he collapsed on top of her so they were standing in an embrace. "I'm going to take you upstairs and put you to bed. I don't think you have a concussion so you don't have to try and stay awake."

"I think I'd bloody well know if I had a concussion, seeing as how I've had one or two before," Giles complained, pain clouding his voice. "I don't understand why every demon wants to hit me in the head."

"Don't know Giles, maybe its like a psychic "kick me" sign that only demons can see." Buffy couldn't resist teasing Giles about his repeated head injuries.

"Now," Buffy continued as she helped Giles up the stairs, "where were we in our discussion? Oh yes, I was wondering for the 300th time why you won't teach me to drive your car."

"Buffy, as I've told you before, Slayer ability aside, you have no affinity for driving cars. My car is a manual transmission, not an automatic, and I don't fancy letting you burn out my clutch."

"And as I've told you repeatedly, if you would teach me I could learn. Tonight is a perfect example Giles. Where is your car right now?"

Giles mumbled something under his breath.

"What, I didn't hear you?" Buffy said, although she had heard with her Slayer hearing.

"I said it's at the bloody cemetery." "Exactly, and where are we?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy," Giles had a warning note in his voice. "This is not a good time for twenty questions."

"No, it couldn't be a better time. If I knew how to drive your car, I could have driven us back here instead of carrying you twelve blocks."

"You did not carry me, I walked of my own accord."

"Giles, I had to carry you in a fireman's carry for the first three blocks."

"I told you to call Xander."

"Great, so then we could wait for him and Anya to finish whatever it was they were probably doing and come and get us. Geez Giles, I'm the Slayer, not a thirteen year old waiting for her dad to pick her up from the ice rink."

"And it's ridiculous," she went on, "that your car is sitting at the cemetery and you have to go and get it tomorrow. We would be a lot safer if I knew how to drive your car. What if we had been attacked while I was hauling," – at Giles' glare – "oh excuse me *escorting* you home?"

"Well we weren't. Furthermore, I don't see why I need to teach you to drive, it's not like this sort of thing happens very often."

"Giles, this is the third time this month that we've had to leave your car somewhere while I help you home. Come up with a better argument or give it a rest."

By this time, Buffy had Giles up the stairs and into his bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed, and knelt in front of him to remove his shoes.

"Buffy, I can undress myself thank you," Giles said, as he tried to bend down to untie his shoes. At that, his face turned pasty white and he broke out in a sweat.

"Or," he said, groaning and laying back on the bed, "I can let you do it before I puke on my shoes."

"Poor Giles," Buffy said, tenderly brushing a lock of hair out of Giles' face. "You do need to learn to protect your head. It has all the important information I need in it."

"Mmmm?" Giles could feel himself slipping into a doze. He became more alert however, when he realized that Buffy was undoing his shirt. She finished unbuttoning it and started to slip it off his shoulders. Giles desperately tried to stay conscious. He wanted to burn the feel of Buffy's hands on his skin into his memory.

"Giles?" Buffy's whispered his name like a caress; her hands paused on his chest.

"Yes?" Giles didn't open his eyes.

"Giles look at me," she pleaded softly.

Giles blearily opened his eyes, Buffy's face was inches from his own and her hands smoldered on his skin.

"Giles," Buffy's lower lip thrust out into a pout, and for some ridiculous reason Giles almost reached out to taste it. "Won't you please teach me to drive your car?" she asked as she finished pushing his shirt off, running her hands down his arms.

Realizing he had lost, Giles groaned. "Yes, I'll teach you to drive it."

Buffy's answering smile was like the sun coming up with a hint of something else thrown in; a mischievous glint that he struggled to understand until sleep overwhelmed him.

Buffy waited until she was sure that Giles was asleep before she turned to go. As she walked down the stairs she thought to herself, 'Finally, I thought this plan was never going to work. You Mr. Giles are in for quite a surprise.'

The next afternoon, Giles was sipping a cup of tea thanking every god he could think of that for once he hadn't woken up with a headache after a night like the night before. He barely remembered what had happened after the demon had caught him a backhanded blow. He vaguely remembered Buffy putting him to bed and some sort of promise he had made. Luckily he had remembered where they had left his car when he had gone to retrieve it.

As if his thoughts conjured her, Buffy pushed his door open. "Giles, are you up?" she called.

"Yes, Buffy. I'm hardly abed at 3 o'clock in the afternoon."

"Well, you got hit pretty hard last night. I didn't know if you'd be awake yet."

"Remarkably, I feel rather well today."

"Great," Buffy responded enthusiastically, "then you should feel up to our first lesson."

"Um, lesson?" Giles asked. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Giles," Buffy whined, "you promised last night that you were going to teach me to drive your car. So I could learn to drive a stick shift." At his blank look, "So I don't have to carry you home when the demons attack, remember?"

"Oh, yes, I remember something like that now. I don't know Buffy."

"Giles, you promised. I'm all ready for my driving lesson." Buffy stomped her foot and glared at him.

"Oh very well, although I think I'm going to regret this."

"It can't possibly be worse than hitting a tombstone head first and then getting carried home by your Slayer." Giles looked skeptical. "Well it can't." Buffy said.

Picking his keys up off the pass through, Giles motioned for Buffy to lead the way. "Let's get this over with," he sighed, "I was feeling like I need a new car anyway."

Buffy just glared at him as she walked past.

As they walked out into the bright sunshine, Buffy turned, "You know, Giles, you've always said that it's very important to be thorough in my education."

Giles lifted an eyebrow, "And?"

"I think I need to know more than just how to drive the car. I should probably know about basic maintenance."

"Very impressive Buffy. I'm amazed that you would want to know something like that." Giles gave her a brief look of encouragement. Turning back to the car he missed her smug expression. `You're going to think impressive,' she thought to herself.

Giles began lecturing Buffy on the general upkeep of a car. Buffy tried to look interested in what Giles was saying. After ten minutes of listening, Buffy decided to move things along and interrupted, "Maybe you could show me how to check the oil."

"All right," Giles agreed. He went to the trunk and opened it, removing a cloth. "Buffy, can you pop the bonnet?"

"Hood, Giles, it's called a hood here in America."

"My car, my terms," Giles explained. As he opened the hood and propped it up, Buffy snuck a look at Giles. Lately, she had started to notice how yummy Giles was. He looked so handsome today. He wore faded jeans that showed off his butt. In concession to the heat of the summer's day, he wore a soft gray t-shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders. His arms were tan from spending time out in the sun with Buffy. She had convinced him that they could train outside just as well as in. He had also started wearing his earring, and it glinted gold in the sunlight. `All in all,' Buffy thought, `he looks good enough to eat.'

Realizing Giles was still talking, Buffy leaned over the engine to see what he was pointing at. She leaned as close as she could until her shoulder was brushing against his chest.

Giles almost jumped when Buffy leaned against him. `God she looks beautiful today,' he thought. She was wearing a short black skirt and a sky blue tank top. When he had followed her out the door his mouth had gone dry when he realized the tank top was held in place by two small ties, one at her neck, and one around the middle of her back. The rest of her back was a smooth expanse of tanned skin. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders loosely and she was wearing high-heeled sandals that made her legs look longer.

Buffy felt Giles twitch when she brushed against him and smiled to herself. She pushed up against him further, "I can't see where you're pointing."

"There," Giles croaked, "there," he said again clearing his throat and pointing. Buffy wiggled around until she had her head next to Giles'. "Oh, I see it," she breathed, turning her head so that her words caressed his cheek. "What do you do with it?"

"Well, you pull the dipstick out, check it, wipe it off with the rag, and put it back in."

"Can I try?"

"Certainly." Giles stood up; reaching for the rag he had placed in his back pocket. Buffy straightened up also, but kept facing the engine. When Giles went to hand her the rag, she dropped it by her feet. "Oops, kind of clumsy today," she smiled. "Can you get that for me?" As she asked, she bent back over the car, looking for the dipstick.

Giles bent down to get the rag, and Buffy shifted so that she stood on tiptoe to peer further into the car causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. Giles couldn't help himself, and snuck a peek at her legs from his vantage point by her feet. Her legs were golden brown and went all the way up to – `Good god,' he thought, and promptly banged his head into the bumper. `She's not wearing any underwear.' While his brain processed this piece of information, his eyes stayed glued to Buffy's rear. `No, wait, she's wearing a thong.' A whimper escaped his mouth.

Buffy looked down, trying to look concerned. "Giles are you okay?" she asked.

"What, yes, um, I'm fine," he responded, barely able to answer through the vision of Buffy and her tiny wisp of a blue satin thong.

Buffy held out her hand for the rag, then turned back to the car and bent over it once again, bending one knee and pushing her opposite hip out. Slowly she pulled the dipstick from the engine, aware of Giles' eyes on her. She turned back around and made eye contact with Giles. "What do I check it for?"

"Check and see if the oil is up to the full line."

"Okay, it is."

"Then you can wipe it off and put it back." Giles' eyes dropped down to the dipstick in Buffy's hand. He watched mesmerized as Buffy ran the rag up the dipstick with agonizing deliberateness. "Now I can stick it in?" Buffy asked.

Giles' couldn't answer her for a second. His brain shut down and all the blood in his body had begun a trek south. Did she know what she was doing to him? Surely not. "Yes, now you can put it back."

"I'll try, I might need a little help slipping it in though." Buffy could hardly contain herself as she turned back to the car. If the look on Giles' face was any indication, her plans for the day just might work.

Buffy leaned back over the car and could feel Giles' eyes on her legs. She was getting so hot from his stare that she thought she might melt. "Giles, I can't get it in."

Giles groaned inside. `I would love to help you with that problem,' he thought. Shaking himself mentally he tried to pull his thoughts together. `Down old man, you're reading way too much into things and are going to make an ass of yourself.' He leaned over the engine next to Buffy. "There." He tried to point to where the dipstick should go.

"I'm trying Giles but I just can't get it to go in. Maybe you should help." Buffy again wiggled until she was practically underneath Giles. His hands arms were on either side of hers, and her backside was hovering right in front of the bulge in his jeans that was getting bigger by the moment. Giles thought he could get the dipstick away from her and put it in before he embarrassed them both completely, but Buffy chose to put her hand in his. "Show me how it goes in."

Damning himself a hundred times a fool, Giles tried to put the dipstick back. Somehow, Buffy gave a little tug on his hand, and he stumbled forward slightly until he was completely pressed against her. Buffy silently crowed in triumph as she felt Giles' erection press against her. `He wants me, he wants me,' she thought. Giving a small wiggle of her bottom, Buffy slid the dipstick home.

As she stepped away from Giles she said, "Whew, that was kind of a tight fit."

Giles' brain was in overdrive. Surely Buffy hadn't pressed against him by accident. She had to know what she was doing. She had to feel the rather obvious sign of his attention. And she wasn't going eiwww, she wasn't saying gross. `I really need to figure out what is going on here,' he thought.

Lowering the hood, Giles looked at Buffy out of the corner of his eye. Her face was flushed and her erect nipples showed clearly through the thin material of her shirt. `She looks almost excited,' he thought. `Maybe I'm not crazy after all.'

"Okay, Giles" Buffy bounced, "I'm ready to get in and put the pedal to the metal."

"I certainly hope you don't think you're going to speed." He responded while they got in the car.

Buffy got in the driver's seat, and looked at how far her feet were from the pedals. "Guess I need to move the seat closer." Giles noticed that Buffy's skirt had managed to ride up quite high by the time she finished getting the seat adjusted. If she would just shift a little more ..... `Damn it man concentrate. We're not here for your dirty fantasies.' But still, a part of him wished that Buffy would return his feelings. `She has no idea how in love with her I am,' he thought sadly.

Buffy listened while Giles explained about the different gears and the concept of shifting. She let her hand drift idly on the gearshift. Eventually she realized that Giles had stopped talking and was watching her hand. "I've never felt anything like this Giles. It's really hard, but the leather is sooooo soft." While she talked, Buffy continued stroking her fingers up and down the gearshift, pausing briefly to wrap her whole hand around the top. "It feels like I can control the whole car with this little stick."

Giles was beyond rational thought at that point. `One quick trip around the block,' he thought, `and then I need to find a reason for her to go so I can take a cold shower.'

"All right Buffy, go ahead and give it a try, remember to try and let the clutch out slowly while you press on the accelerator."

With that, Buffy smoothly put the car into first gear and pulled out of the lot. Shifting like a pro she pointed the car in the direction she wanted to go.

"Gee Giles, Slayer coordination huh? I must be a natural at this." `Or maybe it's the lessons I made Xander give me. Not that I'll ever tell.'

"Yes, Buffy, I'm actually amazed that you're doing so well." Giles was surprised at how easily she handled the car.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Well since I'm doing so well, maybe we can take a little spin." Buffy pulled out onto a main road and started towards the coast. After about twenty minutes of driving she slowed down. "Wow, this is great. But you know, I don't want to press my luck, so how about I pull in here and you can drive on the way back."

By this time, Giles' erection had subsided and he was simply enjoying watching Buffy drive. He looked around, "This seems to be a good place to turn around."

Buffy turned in and followed along a little road lined with trees. "I think there's a place to turn around up here." After a few hundred yards, the road widened to a large area that overlooked the ocean. No one else was around and the trees blocked the view back towards the main road.

Buffy stopped the car and turned it off. Once again, her hand started stroking the gearshift. Giles found his eyes stuck to the sight again.

"That was great. It's a lot of fun to be in the driver's seat and in control. Kind of gives you a rush to have all that power under your thighs huh?" Buffy said, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes.

`Damn,' Giles thought as he felt his erection start to return, `if she keeps it up I'm going to explode before I can get home.'

"Yes, Buffy, driving can be fun. And you definitely are a natural at driving a stick shift. Patrol will be much easier if I get knocked out," he said dryly. "Now if you'll get out we can switch spots.

`Well,' Buffy thought, `it's now or never.' "Oh don't bother getting out, I can just scoot across you." Before Giles had a chance to respond, she quickly swung her legs around and moved across the seat so she was straddling him.

Giles jumped. "Oh – my – yes- well – just let me move." With each word, Giles tried to move across the seat while trying not to touch more of Buffy than necessary. Buffy, however, seemed to shift to block each move he tried to make; each twist of her body bringing her closer to contact with his arousal.

Under the pretense of trying to shift herself, Buffy maneuvered so that Giles' hand was on her hip. With that, she dropped down and pressed herself completely against his erection, catching him off guard.

"Or," she purred, delighted at the surprise in his eyes, "we could stay right here for a while."

Giles, feeling Buffy's heat pressing against him, felt his hips involuntarily push up against her, seeking her warmth.

"Ooohh Giles," Buffy groaned, moving her arms around his neck and throwing her head back.

Giles couldn't believe this was happening. While his fantasies hadn't involved his car, he had certainly imagined Buffy in this position numerous times.

"Buffy," he asked, teeth gritted with the effort not to lose control, "what are you doing?"

"The same thing I've been doing all afternoon," she replied mischievously, "seducing my Watcher." As she made that announcement she rotated her hips, delighting in the feel of his hardness pressing against her. Buffy thought she might come just from that small contact.

Giles' hands tightened on Buffy's hips. He couldn't help but be hopeful. "Seducing me? Why?"

Buffy paused for a moment and looked at him. Gray green eyes to his emerald eyes, trying to show him all of the love and desire she felt. "Because I love you and I want to make love to you." When he continued to sit there and look slightly dumbfounded, Buffy nudged him with her hips and pouted prettily, "Please," she whispered, "please say you want me."

Giles couldn't fight the feelings washing through his body any longer. Pulling Buffy firmly against him with one hand, he reached up with the other to tangle it into her hair. "God Buffy, I love you so much. I never thought you'd feel the same."

Giles pulled her head down to his for a kiss. Their first kiss started as a gentle declaration of their love for one another, but quickly turned into a bold statement of passion. Giles didn't just kiss Buffy; he tried to devour her mouth. When he ran his tongue along her lips, Buffy opened her mouth to pull his tongue inside. Instead, Giles sucked Buffy's lower lip into his mouth and bit down gently. With that Buffy went wild. Thrusting her hands into Giles' hair she held his head still while she kissed every inch of his face. She nibbled along his jaw, and sucked and licked his lips, inviting his tongue out to play with hers. When Giles sucked her tongue into his mouth, Buffy felt the spike of heat that ran down her to pool between her legs. She shifted against his erection and could feel herself growing wet.

For his part, Giles thought he was going to burst out of his zipper at any moment. He ran his hand up Buffy's back, delighting at the smooth skin. His hand encountered the string across her back and with a tug he untied the bow. The second knot around her neck was quickly undone, and the only thing holding Buffy's shirt in place was her leaning against his chest. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Buffy leaned back all the while looking in Giles eyes. The top slipped slowly down, revealing her perfect breasts. Giles' breath caught at the sight of them. Slowly he moved his hands up Buffy's sides until they rested right below each full globe. Her breasts stood up firmly and her pink nipples were crinkled with excitement. Reverently he moved to cup each one, flicking a thumb across her right nipple. Buffy arched her back and hissed, "Yes, Giles, that feels good."

Moving a hand to the back of his head, Buffy coaxed him forward while she arched her back. "Taste, please." Giles was only too happy to oblige. His tongue darted out to circle one nipple, then he moved on to the other. Moving back and forth he slowly licked each breast, nibbling along the undersides, ignoring her nipples. Finally, when Buffy growled in her throat, he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked. Buffy felt like she had died and gone to heaven. Giles' mouth was amazing. `This can't get any better,' she thought, right about the time he took the other nipple in his mouth and scraped it with his teeth. "Aaahh," Buffy cried, "more."

While Giles continued to lavish attention on her breasts, Buffy moved her hands to the bottom of Giles' t-shirt. Pulling it free from his jeans, she lifted it over his head, whimpering when his mouth left her breast. Free of his shirt, Giles pulled Buffy down for another kiss, letting her breasts settle against his chest. They both groaned at the first touch of skin on skin. Buffy's hands moved restlessly over Giles' sides. "Please Giles," she moaned, "I need you."

Giles moved one hand up Buffy's thigh, under her skirt, fingers seeking her core. When he stroked her lightly, he felt how wet she was. Giles moved his hand to her hip and ripped. Buffy felt him pull her thong off of her. Now there was nothing between his fingers and her need. Buffy rubbed herself against his fingers while she fumbled for his zipper. Tugging it down, she reached one hand into his jeans to free him.

Giles gasped when he felt her hand go around him. Shifting slightly, he worked his jeans down around his knees, giving her better access. Buffy looked down and saw Giles' cock straining against his stomach. `He's huge,' she thought for a moment. `Goody.' As she wrapped her hand around it, she leaned forward and purred in his ear, "Oooh Giles, it's so hard, but your skin is so soft." Her hand stroked his length up and down while his fingers stroked her clit.

Giles slipped one finger inside to see how ready she was. God she was tight, but so hot and so wet.

"Now Giles, do it now," Buffy begged.

Giles pulled Buffy closer and lifted her so that the tip of his cock pushed against her. "Look at me," he demanded. When Buffy looked at him with lust-glazed eyes, he slowly pulled her down so that he slid into her inch by inch.

When she had taken him all the way in, they both stopped for a moment. "God I love you," Buffy said, leaning forward to kiss him as she began to rock back and forth.

Giles could only moan his agreement. Bracing his feet against the floorboard, he started pushing back against her. Their movements became more and more frenzied. Buffy had never felt so full before. She was going to come at any moment. Rocking harder, she used her muscles to clench Giles even tighter. "Fuck me harder Giles. Oh God, I'm going to come. Come with me Giles, I want to feel you come inside me."

Giles thrust even faster into Buffy. Who knew his Slayer liked to talk dirty? Feeling his orgasm approaching Giles roared as he felt Buffy clench around him, her orgasm crashing through them both. "Fuck, oh fuck. God Buffy, I love you so much." He reached down and rubbed Buffy's clit, hoping to drive her over the edge again.

Buffy squealed as she felt another orgasm immediately follow her first. That had never happened before. "Giiiilllleeeesss."

Afterwards, Buffy collapsed against Giles and buried her head in his neck. They both were panting, trying to catch their breath.

"Wow," Buffy said.

"Quite," Giles replied.

"You're amazing."

"Well you're not so bad yourself luv."

Buffy smiled at the endearment. "You know Giles," she said, dropping kisses along his neck, "driving a car is fun."

"Yes dear," he said, delighting in her tongue, which had reached his ear.

"You know what would be even more fun?" she asked, tugging his earring into her mouth.

"What luv?" he groaned, lost in the erotic feel of her mouth.

"A motorcycle."

Giles pictured Buffy, dressed in leather, thighs gripping a motorcycle. As his cock twitched, coming back to life, he imagined Buffy naked on a motorcycle.

Growling, he started to thrust into her again, "I think that can be arranged."

End

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