Title: Belonging (5/12)
Author: Luisa
Email: leyjd@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, they belong to Joss et al. I'm just playin' with them... giving them what they *really* want before handing them back as if they'd never been touched. <Innocent smile>
Feedback: Pretty, pretty please. with Giles on top?
Buffy looked the man before her in confusion, waiting for an explanation; her eyes conveying all the questions her heart begged her to ask. He simply settled himself in the armchair and continued to smile tenderly back at her.
"Buffy... when you... care... about someone as much as... as much as I do you... and when you've been working with that person as long as we've worked together, there are certain things you just know without even needing to look or to check. Like knowing you were there tonight... every night. At first I thought it was just my imagination, I *wanted* you to be standing outside that door so badly, I desperately wanted things to be right between us but I refused to look in case you weren't there. At times it felt like the summer after Acathla all over again." He paused, his eyes growing dark at the memory. He shook the memory off. "As time went on, the feeling grew stronger; the knowledge that your presence was nearby steadily grew. I didn't even realise that I was still making you mugs of cocoa for a long time... yet, it seemed right - I knew you were there and I carried on in my routine in the hope that I would be ready for you when you made a move. Tonight... tonight seemed different. Each night when I sensed you, it was as if my heart was gently being tugged out of the room and out of my home. It was as if it was lost, seeking its purpose... maybe even trying to find the other half of itself." He stopped suddenly as he realised just what he had given away and this time it was Buffy's turn to smile silently and encouragingly back at him.
"Tonight, though..." Again he paused trying to phrase his feelings in the right manner, "tonight it was as if it found what it had sought for so long and it refused to let go. Yet, there was an incredibly sad feeling, almost as though although finally whole; the part of my heart that had been lost had been bruised... treated far too casually, when it deserved more. I realised that I needed to see you." He dropped his gaze. "So that's how I knew you were there and why your drink probably tastes old. I felt you. End of story."
Wordlessly, a now tearful Buffy leant across to him, taking his large hands in one of her smaller ones. With the other, she gently lifted his head so that their eyes locked in a deep gaze. "No. Not 'End of story'. If I have anything to do with it, it'll be the beginning."
Any remaining shadows left in his heart or mind were chased away by bright rays of hope at her words. "The beginning of what?" The question passed his lips in a hoarse whisper.
"Giles... earlier, I... well, let's say I was trying to find excuses for my... um... weird... behaviour." A gentle smile broke out, drying her tears at the sensual memory. "I'm sorry for that, by the way."
He looked at her, confused. "I thought you were under a spell."
"No spell, Giles. Just you. Do you have any idea what your touch does to me? Or what it's doing to me right now?"
He remained silent, shaking his head only slightly in answer to her question.
"I feel like I'm on fire. Every last inch of my skin is humming in anticipation. My nerves are tingling with desire for more of this... this amazing feeling... tingling with desire for more of your touch... everywhere." Her eyes became glazed over as she lost herself to the sensations. "It's strange, I feel so alive, yet I feel like I'm drowning. And the heat... God, Giles... it's just rushing wildly about inside of me... here..." She brought his hand up to her heart, "And here..." she moved it to cup her breast. Absently he ran his thumb over her erect nipple and she sucked in a breath, forcing herself to continue. "And the little butterflies in my belly are having a party... feel..." Again she moved his hand, trailing down to where it now felt like the butterflies were setting off fireworks. "But do you know where it's hottest?"" She didn't wait for his answer, instead slowly drawing his hand down to her damp core. "There." The word came out on a rush of air at his intimate touch. "God, Giles... my heart feels like it's going nineteen to the dozen and I'm so... so wet for you..." Reluctantly she pushed his hand away, holding it in place on her knee, fighting to catch her breath.
"No-one has ever made me feel this way. *No-one*. Not Angel, or Parker or Riley... why do you think I'm here now instead of with Riley?"
He could only shake his head, dumbfounded by her boldness and his own reaction to the intimate level they were now communicating on.
"Because, he'll never be able to satisfy me the way you could for one thing. Because he's never set me on fire like this, and he never will for another. But you want to know the number one reason? I love *you*, Giles. Not him."