Title: Dreamer (4/6)
Author: Luisa
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. :'-( Buffy, Giles and the crew belong to Joss
& Co.
Feedback: Is the stuff fic is made of. If you'll be so kind as to offer
some, I promise I'll write some more fic.
Buffy awoke to the sound of running water. As wakefulness penetrated sleepiness, she became aware of two things. One: her hand was somewhere it ought not to be, and two: the dream she had just been enjoying had been very. vivid. A jolt ran through her as the two fell together and she let out a sleepy moan. *Wow* that dream was even more vivid than she'd realised.
She sat up suddenly, her nightshirt falling back down around her hips as she did so, when she remembered why she had awoken. The sound of running water could still be heard, and she began to head in the direction of the sound to investigate. [Giles? God, I hope everything's okay.]
Visions of finding his body slumped in an over-flowing bath filled her mind as she worried that he could have fallen asleep in the bath, and she had to swallow a sob of panic. The loss of her mother still affected her attachments to those around her, and Buffy tried vainly to reassure herself that everything was all right.
[No! Giles would never leave me - he's always promised that he'll stay with me.]
The words sounded selfish and irrational to her ears as she realised that even Giles couldn't prevent an accident, and Buffy had to fight back another wave of panic as she tried to determine whether the running water was upstairs or downstairs.
"Giles?" She called moving to the centre of the landing. So soft, that he could not hear it over the pounding of the water on his body and the desire *in* his body.
She called his name again and turned a full 360 circle. Suddenly aware of what she had seen through an open door to the left, she turned slowly back, and her jaw dropped. Buffy slowly and quietly crept to the doorway of the bathroom; mouth still agape at the vision she beheld.
There, enshrouded by moonlight falling through the window, was Giles. Her Giles. Naked.
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Giles stood in the cool shower quivering from the adrenaline rushing through him. He tried hard not to picture Buffy writhing in pleasure, his name on her lips; but each time he attempted to focus on something else, he found himself drawn back to the image.
As now ice-cold rivulets of water trickled over his form, he looked down at his still-throbbing member and sighed. [This really is doing no good at all, is it old boy?]
Reluctantly - or so his mind insisted - he moved his hand to grasp his solid shaft and closing his eyes he began moving his hand with practised vigour.
Within just seconds, he let out a low groan as unused seed spilled onto the shower floor, and her name passed his lips in a whisper. *Buffy*
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Buffy stood frozen in the doorway, her keen Slayer hearing having heard his confession - the sigh of her name. Somewhere in her mind, her subconscious was begging her to consider questions such as [Why is Giles taking a shower at whatever A.M. it is? And what *is* the time, anyway?]. The only thing that broke through however, was [Oh my god, Giles just jerked off... thinking about ME!] coupled with [Wow. Giles is naked... n-a-k-e-d... naked... ooooh... yum.]