Title: Belonging (9/12)
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 could only melt at Giles' words as she let them refresh her soul. No one had ever loved her so eloquently. She gave a happy sigh before wriggling underneath him, trying to push his pants past his hips, wanting to feel him closer. He gently lifted his body off hers, allowing her to remove them, still smothering her in ravenous kisses.
Her breath caught in her throat as the bare skin of his legs brushed against hers once the trousers had been removed, and she took her time sliding her hands over the soft material covering her lover's backside. He let out a soft indistinguishable sound as her hands slipped under the fabric occasionally. It appeared his plan to makes this event last awhile had fallen down the Hellmouth, he realised, pushing his erection more firmly into the snug vee between her legs. She whimpered excitedly at the added pressure and slid her hands back up to Giles neck, lifting his head to hers for a fervent kiss, still rubbing herself against his length. Their lips fused, tongues mating as their bodies continued their gentle pas de deux.
As the kiss deepened further, Giles' hands wandered down to her waist, lingering for just a moment on the bare skin there, before skilfully undoing her slacks. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding as she undid his shirt, arching upward so that he could push her slacks gently off her. He reluctantly withdrew from the kiss, but continued to trail his lips down over her body as he moved off the bed, at last taking her slacks with him. He deliberately avoided the one place that she was begging to be touched, and finally moved off the bed to stand silently, simply admiring her, shucking his shirt while it was still in one piece.
She stared openly back at him, practically drooling at his near-nakedness. [If I'd known that Giles is so... wow... I would've knocked on that door a damn long time ago.] A shiver of pleasure ran from top to toe under his appreciative look-over of her body. She managed to work a smile out. "See something you like?"
He knelt back down on the bed, just as he had before and lowered his lips to her belly button once more. "Oh I definitely see something I like." His hot breath caressed her skin, and she shivered again. "I see something I like very much," he added before devouring her thoroughly. She could only make incoherent noises in response, increasing in volume when he moved his lips and fingers to the top of her panties. He moved his teeth to the clasp the edging of the panties between them and she held her breath in anticipation. After waiting a beat, he drew them slowly down her smooth legs with his teeth, guiding them with his fingertips at the sides. In one fluid movement, they were off and his eyes raked her body hungrily. Hypnotised under his gaze, she swayed from side to side on the bedspread, hair tangling beneath her head.
She let out a low moan and reached for him once more. "Giles..." Automatically, he took her hand and let her pull him down on top of her. She stopped him when he was partway down, brushing her free hand across his stomach to the edge of his boxers. "These, Mister Giles..." She slid a finger under the elastic. "...Need to come off..." Bringing her other hand to rest alongside the first, she tugged gently on them. Complying with her unspoken request, Giles moved forward slightly and allowed her to pull them down to his knees before pulling them completely off himself. Hearing a small squeak emit from his Slayer, he looked back at her and grinned at her wide-eyed stare. "Giles... you're... you're..." She couldn't even finish her sentence, instead reaching for his pulsing erection, squeezing it and guiding it to her throbbing heat. "Fill me," she whispered.
"Not yet," he murmured, following as she pulled him down, "Mmm... not... yet... Oh Buffy..." He gulped audibly as she pushed him to her sopping centre.
"Yes, yet. I want you inside me...now," she continued to whisper. "Take me, Giles... feel how ready I am for you..." She rubbed the head of his cock at her wetness, pushing it gently against her soft folds. "Please..." she begged, looking up into his eyes. "It's okay, I'm on the pill, if that's what you're worried about."
Any resolve Giles had left of taking things slowly melted away as the desire in her eyes burned into his soul, stoking the flames of passion within him even higher [We have all night, after all]. He lifted his hand to her face, stroking hr cheek tenderly, watching as tears of yearning filled her eyes. "I want to... so much... I want you, Buffy... I love you..." He let out a long groan of satisfaction as he finally slid home, filling her completely.