Title: `Tis Better To Give Than Receive 1/2
Author: Kim
Email: lawyergirl152003@yahoo.com
Written: November 2003
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17!!!
Spoilers: None really
Summary: A second installment following Baby Can I Drive Your Car?
Really just a shameless excuse for Buffy and Giles smut.
Distribution: I would be incredibly flattered if someone wants it, just let me know where it goes so I can visit.
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: Thanks, I'd love some! Please don't make me beg. I especially would love constructive criticism; anything to make the final product better.

Author's Note: This story exists somewhat in limbo, somewhere generally during season 5.

Dedication: This is dedicated to my wonderful friend Jen, a great muse, an amazing beta, fellow Giles fanatic, and all around inspiration. Happy Birthday Chickie!! She asked for a story for her birthday that included Buffy and Giles, smut, and a happy ending. I hope this covers it. The first plot bunny that popped into my head has turned into a lengthy story, so hopefully this will tide her over.

Thanks: To Cat and Gretchen for the beta and for responding to a plea in the middle of the night. You guys are amazing!!

Silently, Buffy opened the door to Giles' apartment. It was just after midnight. All the lights were out, and she was hoping to catch her Watcher sleeping. A single candle burned on his desk; its flickering flame failing to cast enough light to shine through the window. The candle drew Buffy's attention. A silver box with a red bow sat next to the candle. A card with her name on it leaned against the box.

Buffy grinned to herself: `Silly Giles, you aren't supposed to give other people presents on your birthday.' Though she was tempted to open the present first, Buffy decided to be mature and open the card. Inside the envelope, on simple ivory cardstock, Giles had written, "Buffy, bring the present upstairs but don't open it until you get to the loft."

Not one to enjoy waiting to open gifts, Buffy grabbed the package off the desk and headed up the stairs, trying to tiptoe as she did so. She sent a silent prayer of thanksgiving to whatever deity had given her the courage two months before to seduce her Watcher. After their first wild ride in the Citreon, Buffy had been afraid that Giles would come to his senses and give numerous reasons why they wouldn't work as a couple. She had been prepared to fight those reasons in any manner necessary and even had hoped that some of the more creative tactics she had thought of might be necessary.

But once assured that Buffy's intentions weren't spell driven, Giles had surprised her. He had thrown himself into the relationship with a fervor that matched, and sometimes outstripped, Buffy's. Quite honestly, she reminded herself with a smile, they couldn't get enough of each other, making love at any opportunity. Giles was not a hesitant lover, and when he decided that he wanted his Slayer, he took her. Buffy's knees still went weak at the site of the pommel horse in the backroom of the Magic Shop.

Eventually, they were going to tell the gang, but for now, the secrecy added to the excitement. The number of times they were almost caught, literally, with their pants down, was getting too high to count.

At the entrance to the loft, Buffy stopped and looked in. Giles was sprawled on the bed, his arms splayed above his head. He wore only boxers; the sheets on the bed pushed low and tangled around his legs. Moonlight shone in through the window, reflecting on his bare chest. While Giles wasn't sculpted like Riley, or smooth and hard like Angel, Buffy wouldn't trade him for the world. The muscles in his chest and shoulders reflected the hours spent sparring with her. A delightful dusting of hair covered his chest and descended in a straight line down to the waistband of his boxers. Thinking about where that line of hair went, imagining tracing it with her tongue, Buffy could feel herself becoming aroused.

"Are you going to stand there admiring the view, or are you going to open your present?" Buffy jumped, she hadn't realized Giles was awake.

"Not funny trying to scare me half to death," Buffy answered. "If you keep that up I won't be able to give you your present."

"But I want you to open my present first, luv." Giles' voice was deep and sexy.

"Okay, but I think you're not understanding the American culture of getting, not giving, gifts on your birthday. Is this some English thing?" Buffy moved into the room, dropping the bag slung over her shoulder.

Giles chuckled, "I think you'll understand when you open it."

Shrugging, Buffy started to pull the top off of the box. "Well, you know I'm not one to turn down a prese - Oh, I see what you mean." Reaching into the box, Buffy pulled out the can of whipped cream. "So it is a present for you after all."

"Cover me in it, cover yourself in it, either way I'm going to enjoy it."

Buffy thought for a moment then flipped the top off of the can and shook it. Spraying a line along her finger, she slowly stuck her finger in her mouth, looking Giles straight in the eye the entire time. "Mmmm," she moaned, pulling her finger out of her mouth. "I think I can work this into tonight's plans."

Giles mouth fell open as he watched Buffy suck on her finger. "Wonderful," he breathed.

"But, Mr. Giles, first things first! I need you to be a good boy and close your eyes. And you must keep them closed until I tell you to open them, or you won't get your surprise."

Giles closed his eyes, anticipating Buffy's next move.

Buffy reached into the bag she had brought with her and pulled out two long red sashes. She walked over to the bed and leaned over Giles, lacing the fingers of her hand through one of his. She gently dropped kisses on his closed eyelids. "Remember, keep them closed." Buffy moved Giles hand closer to the head of the bed. She looped the sash around his wrist, and then firmly tied it to the bedpost. Walking around the bed, she tied his other wrist to the opposite post.

Giles jumped briefly when he felt the sash around his wrist. His cock twitched as he realized she was tying him up. `Whipped cream, bondage, I'm not sure this night could get any better,' he thought.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now," Buffy said.

Giles opened his eyes to see Buffy standing at the foot of the bed. She tossed the whipped cream can onto the bed between his legs. "We don't need that quite yet. I have something else to show you first."

"A present?" Giles asked eagerly.

"Sort of," she smirked. "Maybe a new page from the something for me, something for you theme the night seems to be taking." With that, Buffy shrugged out of her coat. Making sure she had Giles' full attention, she began unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly, she undid them, one at a time. As each button popped open, more of her creamy flesh showed. When the shirt hung open, she moved to unfasten the cuffs. Finally, she let it drop to the floor.

Giles squirmed as more blood rushed south, and his boxers grew even tighter. A hot pink bra cupped Buffy's tan beautiful breasts, pushing them up to create a valley of cleavage. The bra barely skimmed the tops of her nipples, and a sprinkling of marabou feathers added a touch of naughtiness. His mouth watered when he thought of burying his face in the exquisite confection.

Buffy unsnapped her pants and pushed them over her hips, allowing Giles to see the matching pink panties. All moisture fled, leaving his mouth dry when Buffy turned around and bent over to remove her shoes. `Good god, the night has gotten better, whipped cream, bondage, and a thong.'

Buffy smiled at the expression on Giles' face. `He really has no idea how good this night is going to be,' she thought. She had decided that this was going to be the best birthday Giles had ever had. He definitely deserved one after all of the hell she had put him through the last five years. And for that, she had decided to check all of her inhibitions at the door.

Buffy pulled the big wingback chair from the corner of the room over next to the bed. `Please don't let her want to just sit and watch me sleep in this position,' he begged internally. "Um, Buffy, what are you doing?"

"Well, Watcher-mine," she said with a flirtatious smile, "I thought I'd let you earn your title for a little bit."

Confusion shone on Giles' face. "I don't think I understand."

"Watch." With that, Buffy settled into the chair where Giles had a clear view of her. "I'm just not sure," she began, "that you have a clear understanding of what you do to me." Buffy's hands started moving along her arms. "I can't stop thinking about you; I can't stop dreaming about your hands touching me." Her hands moved up to her neck, running along either side, to plunge into her hair. "Really Giles, I can be in the middle of class, and it's all I can do not to do this." Buffy lowered one hand and idly stroked the fingers along her chest. Rubbing around one nipple with her fingers, she continued. "I think about you touching my nipples, and I can feel them get hard. I wonder if anyone notices." Now both hands were cupping her breasts, squeezing them. Buffy pushed her bra down slightly and lifted her breasts out. Her thumbs flicked across each nipple, teasing it even harder.

Giles couldn't believe what was happening. Never in his wildest fantasy had he imagined that Buffy would be sitting here touching herself while telling him about her desire for him. He contemplated trying to rip his arms free from their bindings, but decided that he didn't want to spoil the show.

As she played with her nipples, Buffy dropped her head back. "Mmm Giles, I can feel your hands touching me. I can feel how good it feels when your breath skims my skin right before you suck on them." Buffy was amazed at how good this felt. She had thought she would be embarrassed, but instead this was turning her on more than she had thought possible. Deciding to move on, she stood again and leaned over Giles, brushing his face with the feathers from her bra. "Does that feel good Giles?"

"Oh yes," he replied, straining to catch a nipple with his tongue. For just an instant his tongue teased a pink bud, and he felt Buffy shudder before she sat back down.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes." Buffy's hands moved back to her breasts. "You know Giles, when I sit in class and think about you, I get hot. I feel like I have a fever." As she spoke, Buffy ran her hands down her stomach. "I start to ache inside for you." Buffy leaned back in the chair and propped one foot on the bed, giving Giles an unobstructed view of her pink panties. "I end up thinking about the last time we made love. About the last time you fucked me." Buffy slid her hands up and down her inner thighs, stopping to knead the muscles.

Giles knew for a certainty he had died and gone to heaven. Or this was all a dream and he was going to wake up before Buffy got in after patrol. `Please don't let me wake up before this ends,' he prayed.

"And when I think about us fucking Giles," Buffy slid a finger along the edge of her thong, "I get wet." Buffy's finger dipped into her panties and emerged coated in her juices. "Then all I can think about is when I'm going to see you next. And you know, Giles, sometimes it isn't soon enough." Buffy slid her fingers back into her panties and caressed her core.

Giles was in agony now. "Please," he begged incoherently, tugging ineffectually on the sashes.

"Please what?" Buffy asked.

"Let me go, I need to touch you."

"Nope, no touching yet. I'm the one doing the touching."

"Well, then at least take off your damned knickers so I can see what you're doing."

"I suppose it is your birthday," Buffy agreed. She lifted her hips slightly and wriggled out of her underwear. Tossing it on Giles' chest, she propped both feet up on the bed, knees bent.

Slowly, Buffy ran a finger up and down her slit. "And if I'm in class and not going to see you anytime soon, I have to do something about it."

"Like what?"

"Like this." Buffy pushed one finger into herself, biting her lip to keep from moaning.

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