Title: Belonging (7/12)
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?
"Anything I want?" She ran her finger up his fly, smiling as he shuddered beneath her touch. "Hmmm... I want to fulfil my promise from earlier, for a start..."
He gave her a confused look. "What promise?"
In answer, she pulled his hand from her breast and lifted it to her face. "Don't you remember?" She gave a wicked grin and drew a finger into her mouth, sucking hard on it.
"Shit, Buffy.... ohh..." He felt more alive than he ever had, swept along on a current of desire - every fibre in his body suddenly screaming for her touch, craving to enter her, to fill her. With his free hand he pushed harder against her entrance, rubbing with the heel of his hand with as much pressure as he could.
She gasped and released his finger as a fresh wave of heat swept through her, settling at the point of his pressure. "Giiiilesss..." She pushed herself into his hand with equal force. "Ooohh... closer... touch me closer..." She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close as possible while still rocking against him. "Please... oh, please Giles..."
"Buffy... yes, oh yes..." He closed the remaining distance between them and captured her lips in a ravenous kiss. Eventually he pulled away gasping for breath and withdrew his hand, despite Buffy's best attempts to cling onto it by squeezing her thighs around him.
"No... don't stop..." a small hiccup of dismay escaped her as he stood, bringing her up alongside him. [Is he regretting this already?] She looked up at him, finding him staring intensely back at her. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, and a shiver went through her as his hot breath fell on her neck.
"I don't intend to stop... unless you want me to."
The shiver was replaced by deep heat shooting through her veins and she shook her head vehemently. "Never... ever..." she forced the words to come out, despite the sudden difficulty she seemed to have breathing, "... stop."
"Come on, then." In the lowest and sexiest voice she had ever heard him speak, he voiced his desire. "Buffy... come to bed with me. I want to make love to you."
She could only exhale loudly as another shiver travelled down her spine. "I want you to." She saw the desire shining in his eyes and allowed him to sweep her small figure into his arms. Longing clearly written on her own face, she gazed up at him as he carried her up his stairs to the loft. Their eyes locked and they found themselves silently communicating their feelings as he held her to him.
At last he slowly lowered her to the bed and she stretched out, her top slipping up seductively to remove a silky expanse of skin. "Touch me." She reached for him, unaware that he was fighting with himself from just grabbing her. "Giles? What's wrong?"
He smiled lovingly at her. "Nothing's wrong. In fact, I'm pretty sure nothing will ever be wrong in my life again unless I should lose you, which I don't intend to. I was just... uh... admiring your... your beauty. Has anyone ever told you how magnificent you are?" She shook her head gently, tucking an arm behind her head, aware that her top was sliding teasingly higher. Giles gulped as she revealed yet more skin to him. "Well... you... uh... are." Finally, he could stand the violent surges of desire within him no Longer, and knelt down on the bed, placing his knees either side of her legs and his hands beside her waist. He fought to keep his breath even. "And I intend to savour every second of your... touch." He trailed a hand lightly across the skin that had teased him moments previous, thrilling in the tiny shiver she gave beneath him. "I also intend to relish the taste of... every inch..." He lowered his head to her trim stomach breathing gently on her softness. "...Of your skin."
Buffy jerked toward him, eyelids fluttering shut with a soft moan as his lips touched her tenderly, caressing her slowly. "More..."
He drew back with a small smile on his face. "I haven't finished yet, Love. There's one other thing I plan to make last as long as possible - even if my body is insisting otherwise." He stretched out above her, lying full length on top of her body, applying pressure as his hips met hers. She gasped in response, sparks exploding along her nerve endings at the feel of his rigid manhood against her soft mound. He grinned at her reaction, even as he choked down a silent gasp of his own. "Loving you. That's what I plan to make last, Buffy. I intend to love you deeply, thoroughly and completely." He pressed his erection against her, to emphasise his statement.
Torn between another moan and a happy sigh, Buffy settled for rubbing herself against him and allowing the sensation of drowning in his love to overwhelm her. "Good."