Title: Chocolate Fun 1/2
Author: Lisa Stone
Contact: Stonecross@blueyonder.co.uk
Pairing: Buffy/Giles of course
Rating: PG13 for this one, NC17 overall
Summary: Buffy takes on a dare
Spoilers: None
Distribution: Would love to be able to read it on the net, as I don't
have a site of my own, so Gabi, Dee, anybody, feel free to take it,
just let me know where to look!
Disclaimer: Neither Buffy nor Giles belong to me, all belong to Joss
Most Holy and Mutant Enemy.
Feedback: Yes please. Begging, begging, begging……. Helps to keep me
going!
Dedication: For Dee, for wanting Nekkid Giles! and Da Wench, for the
food conversations.

"I'm a very light sleeper," Giles announced, superiorly, "I dare anybody to enter my house at night without waking me up."

Buffy's eyes narrowed, Giles had been insufferable all day, and then her lips rose slightly at the edges. One thought flittered through her mind [Right, we'll see about that!]

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Buffy stood outside Giles' door at 3.00 am the following morning, after a little judicious shopping. She was feeling a little nervous now she was actually here; then she pictured the smug look that had been on his face during his statement, and Xander's suggested plan, and the nervousness vanished, to be replaced by a big grin.

Let Phase 1 commence.

She carefully took a couple of items out of her bag, and prepared them, then stowed the bag, and quietly let herself into the apartment. She had been watching and had seen the lights go out about an hour before, and wanted to give enough time to be sure her Watcher was asleep.

She crept up the stairs, and spent a few minutes just staring at him in the bed.

He was so peaceful in repose, and looked so young. The covers were down around his waist, and his pyjama top was open. Her eyes were drawn to the sprinkling of fine hair on his chest. His hair was unruly, and his lips relaxed, and slightly parted, and his hand under one cheek. He looked so innocent.

For one moment Buffy thought she couldn't go through with it, then she imagined Xander's reaction if she admitted that she had chickened out, and changed her mind once again.

With an evil smile, she lifted her brush, dipped it into the pot, and leaning over, began to paint on his face.

She drew a big star on each cheek, a line down from his brow to the tip of his nose, a wavy line along his forehead, and a fake beard and moustache.

She began to carefully colour his lips, stopping and holding her breath for a moment, as he moved slightly in his sleep, his tongue reaching out to touch his lips, but he didn't waken. Buffy was mesmerised at the sight, heat had flooded through her at the unconscious sensuality of his action. She began to breathe again, once he settled once more into sleep, and continued to paint his lips, aware of the texture with every brush stroke.

Her glance moved down to his chest, and, although it had not been part of the initial plan, she could not resist running the brush downwards, defining his muscles. She circled his belly button, just above the top of the sheets, and drew a line from there to each nipple, before circling each one, and then rubbing the brush over to deepen the colour of them.

Buffy suddenly became aware that she was stroking his nipples many more times than just to colour them, and moved her hand away sharply, blushing deeply. She made herself breathe more evenly, and then crept over to the corner of the loft, and settled herself down, putting the lid back on the pot, and laying it and the brush down carefully, so as not to stain the carpet.

Phase 1 was complete. Now to wait for Phase 2 - Proof!

Buffy fell asleep sat in the corner, after watching her Watcher sleeping for some time.

She was awoken quite suddenly, by the sound of her name.

"Buffy?" Giles asked, bewildered, at the sight of his slayer, curled up in a corner of his bedroom. "Is something wrong?"

Buffy cracked her eyes open, and then memory flooded back, and she sat bang upright, grabbing at the camera around her neck, and taking a picture of Giles before she exploded in laughter at the sight in front of her.

He was sat up in bed, obviously just awakened, with no idea of what had happened, and all over his face and chest were the brown designs she had painted in the night.

Now Giles was even more bewildered, and his mouth dropped open. Suddenly, he felt his skin tighten as he moved, and glanced down at himself.

"Buffy! What on earth have you done?" he cried, jumping out of bed and running downstairs to the bathroom, leaving his Slayer still convulsing on the floor, holding her sides.

She heard a shriek from downstairs, and that made her laugh harder than ever, tears streaming down her cheeks, and struggling to breathe. Weakly, she made her way down the stairs, towards Giles' voice, which was blasting out obscenities that she had had no idea he even knew.

He stepped out of the bathroom, with a towel to his face, wiping himself dry and clean, but the marks were still on his chest and stomach.

"What on earth possessed you?" he asked her, wide eyed, bewilderment still warring with anger "And what on earth is this stuff?"

Buffy still shook, "You….you…dared anybody to be in your apartment and not waken you. So I took you up on it!" was her response. "And it's chocolate body paint!"

Giles was dumbfounded and indignant, that hadn't been a proper dare, though he had to admit, he had been insufferable that day. Then he glanced down again, and all of a sudden saw the humour in the situation, and began to laugh, deep, belly laughs, and Buffy started again at this, giggling with him.

Just wait until Xander saw that photo!

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