Title: Surprise 5/6
Author: KrisB
Email: krisbotha@gmail.com
Rating: Mostly PG13. Ch 5 is NC-17
Pairing: B/G, of course!
Spoiler Warnings: up to middle of season 5
Summary: AU, response to ODD's Challenge #67. Giles gets a surprise.
Disclaimer: All canon characters of Buffyverse belong to the awe-inspiring Joss, ME, etc. I'm writing this for free entertainment only.

"Well, dinner was delish, but I don't think I'm ready for a movie, yet." Buffy, her hand tucked resolutely in his arm again, looked up at him in the dim street lights. "Would it be okay if we just walked around for a little while?"

"Of course." He patted her hand and they strolled in contended silence for a while. They soon found themselves in the park, their pace unhurried.

"You're armed?" he asked near her ear. She nodded.

"Always, Watcher-mine."

He chuckled. "You'll be surprised to know I only have a few weapons on my person tonight."

She glanced up at him, truly surprised. "Don't you have any pockets? I'd thought you'd be able to carry a bunch of stuff."

"Yes, but I was more than a little preoccupied when we left," he said softly. Her brow furrowed a moment before it cleared and a blush crept up her neck.

"You like my dress?"

"You look lovely," he assured her.

"Thank you." She leaned into him slightly, her eyes scanning the darkened park for any potential danger. "Nothing lurking as far as I can tell."

"Maybe we should go to the show, just to get inside," he offered. He could feel her tense, coiled for battle.

"No, I really am enjoying the alone-time. Just the quiet and the night air. It's... nice."

"Very well. Just a few minutes longer wouldn't hurt."

*******

"I don't" pant "know why" pant, punch "I let you" kick, stake, explosion of dust "talk me into these things."

"You can't resist my pout," Buffy supplied, grinning at him through her own cloud of dust.

His face contorted into one of shocked fear and she barely had time to react to the vamp that attacked from behind. She bent low, grabbing his legs and forcing him to the ground.

"Stake!"

Giles tossed his own and pulled a vial of holy water from his pocket. As he ran towards the fighting pair, the vampire managed to disarm Buffy and grab her by the neck. Giles planted a firm kick into the demon's ribs, forcing it to roll onto its back. Before it could react in any other way than astonishment, Giles planted his foot on the vampire's neck and, pulling the stopper from the holy water, poured the liquid onto its face and in its screaming mouth.

The vampire howled in agony, bucking and clawing at the ground as the holy water melted his skin. Buffy found the stake and landed on her knees, putting the flailing thing out of its misery.

Giles offered her a hand up and clucked in disappointment as he saw the state of her dress. Her shoulders slumped when she noticed as well. "I love this dress."

"I'll have it dry-cleaned at my normal place. They stopped asking questions long ago."

Buffy sniffled. "But I just wanted a night out with you, Giles. It's ruined."

"No, it's fine, Buffy. The night is still young."

She looked up to him. "You still wanna hang with me?"

He grinned as he answered, "Well, I'd like to spend the evening with you, if you're still intent on spending it with me, yes."

She slapped his arm playfully. "Yeah, I do. Wanna go for a drive?"

"Where to?"

"Oh, no where in particular..."

*******

"Buffy, it's the middle of the night."

"But vamps won't be out there. Come on, Giles, we'll lay under the stars, listen to the water, and talk `til we have to go home. It'll be really nice, I promise."

"Very well. But I'm leaving my jacket in the car."

They arrived at the beach thirty minutes later, the moonlight glittering on the water under the night sky. Buffy removed her shoes and panty hose while Giles dug in his trunk for a blanket. He pulled his jacket off, laid it out in the back seat, and after removing his shoes and socks, approached Buffy with the blanket draped over his shoulder.

"Perfect," she giggled, and walked with him over the dunes to the deserted public beach. She stopped when they got a full view of the water, her breath catching. "Oh, wow, Giles. Isn't it beautiful?"

He nodded, looking down at her wide eyes. He could see her skin clearly in the light of the moon. "Breathtaking," he murmured. She looked up at him and blushed when she found his eyes on her. She tugged him along to an appropriate spot, kicking a few pebbles away with her bare feet before he spread the blanket out. She gestured for him to sit and he lowered himself. When he was seated, his feet stretched before him, she sank to the ground and scooted close, resting her head on his shoulder.

They watched the tide for what seemed like eternity, content to share the silence. Buffy, never one to stay still for long, wriggled constantly, until he was laid out on his side, his head propped up on his hand as she lay with her back to him.

He was staring at the back of her head, smelling her and wondering just how much more of this he could take before it would be considered cruel and unusual. She turned, looking over her shoulder.

"Giles, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Buffy, you know that."

She turned then, staring up into his face. She reached up, fiddling with his shirt buttons, giving her something to focus on other than his eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Y-yes, of course, Buffy. You don't need me to tell you how lovely you are."

"I like hearing you say it though." She stopped fingering his buttons – much to his appreciation – and stared up at him. "Do you like me?"

"I'm not sure I understand," he said softly.

"Could you ever consider, um, you know, dating me?" she winced, berating herself for her insecurity.

His hand froze on its way to her face as he looked down at her. "A romantic relationship?"

She nodded, biting her lip as she met his eyes.

"I honestly don't know, Buffy. I've been thinking about it ever since this nonsense with your mother happened."

"What have you been thinking?"

He hesitated again, looking down at her. "Are you sure you want to know?" She nodded earnestly. "To be honest, I've been wondering how I was in your life for so long and never thought of it before."

"You have but-face." He frowned at her. "You look like you're about to say `but'," she explained. His face brightened in recognition. She'd used that same line after that horrible Fyarl prank of Ethan's.

"But... you're very young. You have a long life ahead of you, with plenty of opportunities with other young men."

Buffy was shaking her head before he'd finished, frowning up at him. "No, I don't, and even if that was true before, I have a son, now. College boys don't wanna be with someone else's cast-off, Giles."

He made an indistinguishably angry sound. "Don't you ever refer to yourself that way again." When she didn't respond, he demanded, "Did you hear me? Never again, Buffy."

He realized belatedly that his fingers were digging into her arms and released his hold on her, staring down at her. After a long, breathless moment, she finally replied to him.

"But I am, Giles. You're the only person who has ever treated me like some kind of treasure, and that was way before any of this other stuff happened."

He moved to speak and promptly snapped his mouth shut. She was right. He may have never been overly affectionate, but he'd used actions and concern as his weapons to let her know, without a doubt, where she stood with him. She was always first, and she'd noticed.

"Is it just the age thing, Giles?"

He shook his head, smiling. Nothing if not persistent, his Buffy. "Yes, just the `age thing', as you put it."

"Well, that's good. So, now that we're over that, why don't we try a teensy experiment?"

His entire body tensed, trepidation trickling up his spine at the twinkle in her eye. "What kind of experiment?"

"Well, let's see if we're getting all worked up over nothing," she proposed, her voice dipping. "Kiss me, and we'll find out if there is anything here worth exploring."

"Buffy..."

"Just one little kiss, Giles. Would it be so bad to kiss me?"

He grinned down at her, shaking his head as he caressed her cheek. "No, not at all."

She smiled as well, and looked up expectantly. He searched her eyes for any sign that she was afraid. When he was satisfied he'd found none, he leaned down, laying his lips to hers. They shifted, finding a comfortable position as their lips moved. Soon, tongues were introduced and became fast friends. Buffy's hands began roving Giles' chest and shoulders, squeezing, scraping, anything to get him to make as many pleased noises as she could.

He finally tore his lips from hers, staring down at her, surprised to find his fingers were nearly swallowed whole by her hair, the pins sprinkled on the blanket about her head.

"Well, I'd call that a definite result," she murmured, smiling up at him. Her knee rose and she rubbed her calf and heel along the back of his leg, her thigh moving against his hip. This slight movement, while startling – and sexy as hell – alerted him to the fact that he was fully resting above his Slayer, her thighs cradling him.

Bloody hell, it was never a good sign to find oneself in a position entered into unconsciously.

Her heel pushed upward, kneading his bum, pushing his erection against her.

"Buffy!" he gasped, instinctively pushing himself away. She held fast, however, and looked up at him in question.

"Are you confused?" she asked mock-seriously.

"What?"

"Well, I may not have much experience, but I know what that particular reaction means," she said, lifting her hips up as she pulled her leg tight, grinding against his body.

"Buffy, this... this is going... too fast."

She lowered herself, her face darkening slightly. "How long have we known each other?"

"Er, for quite some time," he managed, shifting his knee forward to maintain some distance, and therefore control of his libido.

"Years, Giles. Whole years. We've been through hell together. Wouldn't that mean that this is moving too slow?"

"This is extremely intimate," he said, unable to meet her eyes. "I... I need –"

"Romance?" she guessed. At his hesitant denial, she softened her grip and pushed him to the side. He began to relax, only to tense again when she raised herself up, essentially reversing their positions. Now he was on his back staring up at her, her hair wild and hanging above him.

"You need to know that this isn't temporary," she said.

"Yes," he breathed.

"That I'm looking for a long-term commitment of love and respect," she added.

"Buffy, I –"

"Giles, I would never try to enter into something casual with you. I care about you too much to ruin it. Do you really think I'd let it go after we've gotten so close, become so much more than we've ever been before?"

He stared up at her, amazed at her calm question. He couldn't think to reply.

"I have to admit, I never considered you as a person who could fill that part of my life until Rupert came along. But now that I've considered, I can't think of anyone more perfect."

He chuckled then, blushing under her stare.

"You don't believe me?"

He shook his head, still hard-pressed to vocalize his side of the argument with the incessant press of her silk-covered breasts on his chest. Buffy crossed her arms on his chest and lowered her chin, flicking her hair to one side as she considered him. They were silent for a moment, each taking in the sight of the other, when Buffy sighed.

"I guess I'll just have to show you," she murmured. Before he could ask what she meant, she sat up, resting on her knees by his side. She planted her hands over his shoulders and leaned down, gifting him with a slow, feminine kiss. Her lips fluttered up like butterfly's wings to kiss his eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead. She mouthed his chin, chuckling when she felt his stuttering begin.

"Ssshhh," she whispered against his lips, flicking her tongue out to silence him. Her hand moved slowly down his shoulder and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her knuckles brushed his chest hair as she moved down, one at a time. When she reached his waist, she left the shirt tucked in and tugged the sides wide. Her lips moved down his jaw, to his neck, to his collarbone. She laved and licked, making wet sucking noises as her fingers trailed through his chest hair.

Her nails grazed his nipples, and she was delighted when she was gifted with another groan.

"I love your groany noises," she murmured against his skin, moving down to his chest. She licked the nipple closest to her, then latched onto it, sucking. When she gave it a slight tug with her teeth, his hips lifted of their own accord and he moaned her name.

"Like that?" She moved to the other nipple and repeated the tug, reveling in the diminishing control of her usually very controlled Watcher. She wondered what else she could do to make him squirm. She moved down his body, her hands exploring in the pale moonlight as she knelt between his knees, pushing them open. She leaned forward and kissed him again, forcing her thigh against his erection.

"Buffy!" he gasped, moving to grab her arms. She sat back, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

"Just a little longer. If you still want to go slow when I'm done, I'll agree without complaint," she promised, ignoring the desperate plea of a grumble that left his lips.

Her head bobbed down and she kissed his stomach on either side of his belly button, her hands running up and down the outside of his thighs. She could feel his muscles bunching in anticipation and pushed her chest down, running friction on his groin with her breasts. He moaned again, thrusting up slightly without even realizing it. She grinned and lowered her head, her hair trailing down his chest and stomach, teasing him.

He couldn't see her face, but he could feel her hands kneading his hips, his thighs, dipping between his legs to brush so very close to his scrotum, only to dart away. Then he felt sweet pressure on his shaft, which was painfully hard in his trousers. He pushed her hair to the side to find her burying her face in his crotch, rubbing her nose and cheek against his clothed cock and sniffing as if it were the finest of perfumes.

A strangled noise left him and at that moment his control shattered. He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her to him as he sat up, crushing her to him and kissing her hard, his hands pulling her to straddle him and planting themselves on her hips to grind into her.

She whimpered, glad he finally got the picture, and gasped when she felt his fingers tug at the bottom hem of her dress. She barely had time to register what was happening when it was pulled up and over her head, falling to the sand with a flutter.

He didn't pause to stare, or bask. He was blinded by the passionate need she'd built in him. His mouth moved to her bared chest, suckling one nipple between his lips while his hand fondled the other. Buffy's hands disappeared into his hair, holding his head to her chest. She tipped her head back, moaning as heat spread across her skin.

He twisted, lowering her onto the blanket, and sat back on his knees, waiting until she opened her eyes and looked at him. He tugged the tail of his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it the rest of the way, shoving it off and away. He moved his hands down and unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants.

Glad he'd given in to her and removed his shoes at the car, he stood long enough to kick his pants and boxers away. He knelt again, just as she moved to tug her lacy panties off. He stopped her, his eyes and lips grinning.

"Allow me," he said, tugging. The material ripped under his practiced fingers, and he tossed them over his shoulder in success.

He lowered himself between her inviting thighs and took another carnal kiss.

"Giles..." she whispered.

He grinned against her lips as his tip pressed against her slick folds. When her legs wrapped around him, he was prepared, steeling his back. He refused to let her gain control. Instead he tipped his hips forward ever so slightly, teasing her clit with the head of his erection, relishing her whimper.

"Please?"

The power of hearing his Slayer begging was more than he could bear, and he entered her, swallowing her surprised cry with another kiss. Slowly, as she locked her ankles behind his back, he rocked into her. His thrusts were long and deep, stretching her, loving her.

"Oh, God, Buffy..." he muttered, fighting to keep himself in check.

"Harder!"

"Buffy – "

"Giles, you can't hurt me!" she gasped, rocking in time with him. He hesitated a second longer, and Buffy growled. "Harder!" she demanded breathlessly.

His answering growl surprised her, and then his lips were on hers as he pulled her legs until her ankles were hanging over his shoulders. Planting one hand down for balance, he used the other hand to press down on her toned abdomen. And then he was slamming his hips into her, not faster, but harder, as she'd ordered. She moved one hand down and he pulled it to that spot, applying pressure to her fingertips.

Oh my, was all she could think. She could feel him there, his shaft filling her, tapping her cervix in a delicious almost-pain.

"Yes!" she hissed, closing her eyes. He could feel her tightening around him and sped up his pace, grunting as he registered the very animal delight of his balls slapping against her wet skin.

"Come for me, love," he whispered gutturally. "I can feel how close you are."

She moaned and tossed her head, balancing on the precipice. She was almost there – she could feel it, too.

Giles reached down and without warning, slipped a finger into her bum, all the way to his knuckle. Buffy gasped as much from the unexpected intrusion as from the new source of pleasure he was introducing. He tipped his finger up and Buffy screamed his name, her orgasm crashing without warning and proving much more intense than anything she'd ever felt before.

Before she could come down, he removed his finger, lowered her legs, and planted his hands at her sides, pumping furiously. She came a second time, clawing his shoulders and her tight channel clamping down on him.

He pumped once, twice, and finally let go, emptying himself into her with a triumphant, glory-filled shout. He slumped down, exhausted, the both of them gulping for air.

"Well, now I think I know what a stevedore is," Buffy said against his temple.

Giles chuckled, still breathless, and rolled to his side, pulling her along with him.

"No, my dear, that was only a sampling of the definition, I assure you."

"Oh, goody," she said, nuzzling her nose in his chest hair. "I can't wait for the full lesson."

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