TITLE: Bad Judgement 3/10
AUTHOR: Lily2332
FEEDBACK: Yes!
DISCLAIMER: They’re not mine, don’t sue.
PART THREE: THE INEVITABLE
FRIDAY 11PM
Buffy and Willow collapsed against one another in laughter. The redhead buried her face in a couch cushion, her shoulders shaking. In the hour that they’d been at the cabin, Giles had had them in hysterics. Xander was enraptured by this "Ripper" persona, and at the moment was assisting the older man in a graphic reenactment of a fight that Giles had been involved in many years earlier. The boy had at first been thrilled at the attention the watcher was giving him, but now was doing his best to not be seriously injured in this dramatization.
"And then I said ‘You’re going to be waking up with a nasty headache in the morning, you bastard!’" Giles sneered, "and then–" he demonstrated by grabbing Xander by the back of his shirt and pants, and hurling him against the wall.
Xander saw Giles coming towards him, ready to move on to the next assault, and curled up into a ball on the floor. "And then he died and it was over, right?" he asked hopefully, bracing himself for impact.
Giles looked down at the boy in disdain, "All right, nancy boy, I’ll give you a rest for now. Maybe I should spar with someone who can take what I dish out." His gaze fell upon Buffy, stretched out on the loveseat with Willow, both of them clad in comfy shorts, t-shirts, and thick white cotton socks. Buffy shook her head adamantly.
"No way." She said, leaning back leisurely against the soft pillows. "Besides," she added, "You *know* I can take you. Don’t embarrass yourself." She grinned, knowing the impact that her words would have on Ripper.
He raised an eyebrow, several things reflecting in his eyes. Amusement, admiration, and flat out desire. He regarded her like this for several seconds until the guys squirmed uncomfortably.
"I am just so tired from all that.....riding. Oh, yes, riding in the van, boy did that make me sleepy!" Willow yawned loudly, nudging Oz, who sat at her feet on the floor. He took her cue and followed her up to the room they had designated as "theirs."
When they got to the top of the stairs, and saw that Xander hadn’t yet moved to join them, Oz cleared his throat loudly, the international "discreet hinting" signal. It took the boy a few moments to get the hint, but eventually, he brightened.
"Oh! Yeah, it’s been great playing American Gladiators with you, Giles, but I’m going to have to call it a night." He dragged his sore body up the stairs after his friends.
The doors clicked shut and then they were alone. Buffy glanced around, trying to find a topic before he picked one. It wasn’t hard to determine what *he* would want to engage in. Sure enough, he flipped off the light switch on his way over to sit next to his slayer.
The room was bathed in an orange-yellow light as the fireplace flickered and snapped, making for an atmosphere that was a little too cozy. Buffy stretched her legs out on the sofa so that he wouldn’t sit next to her, but underestimated Ripper’s giant ego.
"Nice to see you finally feel relaxed around me," he commented, misreading her gesture. He lifted her legs and sat, placing her legs across his lap. He began to massage her feet slowly. Buffy closed her eyes, confusion enveloping her like a thick fog. Ripper was one of the most infuriating people she’d ever encountered, but she was drawn to him in a way similar to how she was drawn to Giles when he was his normal self. She began to open the private door in her mind that guarded her true feelings, the ones she repressed so often that it was easy to deny they were there.
"What are you thinking about, Buffy?" He asked her, moving his incredible touch up to her calves, combining hard strokes with feather light caresses.
"Don’t say my name like that." She said with a frown, not even opening her eyes.
"Like what?" He asked, daring to move his kneading further up her legs, one finger stroking the sensitive spot behind her knee.
"Like we’re......." she trailed off, not knowing how to articulate her discomfort.
"...Lovers?" He asked. This time she did open her eyes, wondering how he could’ve guessed her feelings. He knew her too well, just as she knew him..
"We are lovers, my dear, we just haven’t gone through with it all the way. When we’re training, going at it one on one, when you’re sitting on my lap allowing me to comfort you, when I’m reading over your shoulder as you research, we’re always just one step away......aren’t we?"
Buffy gulped, not knowing if this was really Giles talking, or just the candy. She, too, had felt herself toeing the invisible line many times in those situations he had just described. Here he was, admitting feeling the same way, but in that irritating mocking tone that wouldn’t let her forget his altered state.
His hands moved higher, to her thighs, and the massaging became more sensual, with lighter, slower strokes. Buffy felt her cheeks begin to burn, and the warmth spread down through her body, pooling at the apex of her thighs, which she knew was his ultimate destination.
"Don’t." She protested, but remained still and didn’t raise a hand to stop him. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he didn’t stop. In fact, her words seemed to increase his confidence, and his hand slid up the loose leg of her shorts. Buffy parted her legs slightly to allow him access, belatedly realizing what she had done. He was leaning towards her, brushing his knuckles back and forth against the crotch of her panties. He chuckled wickedly, and she blushed, knowing the source of his amusement.
"And I thought you didn’t like me......" He remarked. This slayer of his was really going to let him have his way with her, he thought in astonishment.
Before they knew what was happening, they were both undressed with Giles lying on top of the girl, both of them breathless with passion as he kissed and touched his slayer everywhere possible. He took her hand and placed it on his erection, encouraging her to stroke him and respond how she wanted without embarrassment. He moaned as she took his lead, adding a few variations he hadn’t shown her. Soon they were both desperate to take it to the next level. Giles rose above her as an indication of what he wanted, and she opened for him, gazing up at him expectantly, nodding.
As he entered her, a few tears escaped from behind her closed eyelids, streaming down the side of her face, despite the pleasure racing through her body. This wasn’t right, it wasn’t Giles.
"Are you all right, then?" He panted, not pausing in his thrusting. As she tried to reply, she was swept away in a wave of ecstacy, and cried out, pulling him deeper into her, and he answered her with his own cries of pleasure as he came with her. Buffy clung to her watcher as he lay atop her, fearing that he would leave her. On the candy his behavior was so erratic, there was no telling what he would do. But he didn’t leave, instead he shifted so that they lay side by side, and pulled her to him, closing his eyes.
SATURDAY, 9AM
Buffy woke up with a disoriented feeling, hearing whispers and "shhhh’s." It was bright, and smelled like burnt wood or leaves, reminding her where she was. She peeked at Giles, feeling a pang of guilt. A jolt went through her body. The candy! She had to get him some more of it, and soon. She slipped out from under the red afghan she’d pulled over them last night when the fire had begun to die, pulling on her clothes quickly.
Buffy dashed up the stairs, knocking on Willow and Oz’s door. He opened the door, fully dressed, and she got the feeling that they had been waiting for her. Xander was with them. "The candy....where did you put it?" She asked Oz. He gave her a blank look.
"It was in the black backpack that I handed you when we were loading up." She reminded him. The look on his face sent her heart racing. "What??" She demanded, paling even further.
"Uh-oh." Oz said. "I believe that the bag you’re talking about is on the stairs at Giles house." He gave her a chagrined look. "Sorry. I put it down, and then we were all checking out Giles and......."
"Oh my God! He hasn’t had any since yesterday, what am I going to do!!" She covered her face with her hands.
"Calm down, Buffster," Xander remarked. "There are other ways to get watcher nookie."
They all glared at the boy, and he shrunk slightly. "Sorry. From now on I vow to only use my wit for good and not evil." He went downstairs, and the three followed him out, standing at the top of the stairs looking down at Giles, who was still sprawled sleeping on the couch.