TITLE: Afternoon Delight- a sequel to Captured. (1/1)
AUTHOR: Maxie.
PAIRING: Giles/Buffy.
RATING: NC17 for **GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT** and ‘interesting’ feather duster usage!
SPOILERS: None.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy is owned by Joss, UPN, and Mutant Enemy. (I’m only playing!)
DISTRIBUTION: Want? Take…Have! Just let me know.
FEEDBACK: Yep! ( maxie_s@hotmail.com )

“Giles?” yelled Buffy as she entered the front door of her house, “I’m home!”

Silence greeted her.

‘Where the hell was he?’ It was the middle of the day and the two secret lovers had arranged to meet there after her morning college classes. Realising he wasn’t to be found anywhere downstairs, Buffy headed up the stairs to continue her search. As she walked her mind wandered back to that afternoon two weeks ago. The afternoon during which the event, which both she and Giles now referred to as ‘the chair incident’ occurred. She still didn’t know what it was that had made her yield that day to the desire she had been feeling for months. Whatever the reason, she was very glad she’d done so! How she had ever regarded Giles in a non-sexual manner she didn’t know. During the past two weeks Giles had proved himself to be a generous, talented and highly imaginative lover.

Caught up in her reminiscing as she wandered down the hallway, she didn’t realise she had actually walked past her bedroom door until she felt a pair of strong arms surround her from behind as she was dragged backwards into her room.

As the door closed behind them, Buffy turned within the embrace. She only had a fleeting glimpse of Giles’ features as his mouth lowered to meet hers. Pressing her against the door, Giles slipped his tongue into her mouth and plundered it with bold familiarity. His hands roamed freely up and down her spine.

After several long minutes they broke the kiss and both sucked in some much needed air.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you missed me?” she laughed throatily.

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment then his lips started to twitch. “Actually I did…but my aim is improving all the time.”

It took a few moments for his remark to sink in but when it did Buffy couldn’t help letting out a burst of startled laughter. “Hey!! You are so gonna pay for that one Mister!” she cried, slapping him lightly on his shoulder.

Giles grinned at her as he reached behind her and locked the door. “Okay Buffy, take off your clothes!”

“What! Giles, it’s the middle of the day” she gasped, shocked.

“So?”

“So…other people live in this house remember? Someone could be home at any minute!”

“Well, that’s an interesting observation from the woman responsible for ‘the chair incident’ a few weeks ago!” smirked Giles. “However, Willow and Tara mentioned they wouldn’t be home until after diner and Dawn won’t be home from school for a couple of hours yet. We have the house to ourselves.”

“So you just order me to strip! That’s not exactly romantic Giles.”

“Oh it will be VERY romantic!” promised Giles “Trust me!”

“Trust you?! Normally I’d say I trust you about as far as I could throw you...”Buffy teased, beginning to unbutton her blouse, in spite of herself, intrigued and a little excited by whatever he had in mind. “…but you and I both know how far I could throw you if I wanted to, don’t we?

Giles chuckled at her words then sobered as he watched her slowly remove her clothing, feeling the anticipation build in his body. Knowing the plan he had in mind, he sincerely hoped his self-control would last. Heaven knows he had very little wherever his slayer was concerned.

Buffy finished undressing and stood in front of him feeling a little embarrassed at being naked while he was fully clothed. Giles’ eyes darkened to a deeper green as he drunk in the sight of her lithe, well-toned body. His arousal became obvious through his trousers. He cleared his throat a couple of times before he could speak. “Lie down on your stomach on the bed,” he ordered huskily.

Buffy stared at him for a moment with wide eyes, however she quickly reached her decision. She knew that, despite her earlier words, she really did trust this man implicitly. Quivering slightly with anticipation, she walked over to the bed and lay down on her front, resting her cheek against her hands folded beneath her.

Giles quickly pulled off his shirt and under-shirt as he approached the bed. He came to a stop beside her and crouched down so he could look into her eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asked softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Buffy swallowed hard and silently nodded.

“Good!” he whispered. “I’ve got you something…” He reached around to his back pocket pulling something out. “Ta-daa!!”

Buffy’s eyes opened even wider when she saw him holding a small, black feather duster. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “You can’t be serious!”

“OH, but I am,” he said teasingly.

“Er…Giles…please tell me that’s not the same duster we use around the house!”

“No, I bought this little baby especially for you!” he assured her.

“Oh!” she said weakly. “W..what are you planning to do with it?”

“You’ll see,” he promised. He lowered his voice even more, speaking in an almost hypnotic tone. “Now, I want you to close your eyes and as I brush this along your body I want you to know that everywhere I touch I will follow later with my lips and my tongue.”

His words alone were enough to send a flame of desire spiralling deep into her lower belly. She felt the moister gather between her legs. “Okay,” she managed to squeak.

“Good girl.” He leant forward and brushed his lips across hers.

He began by lightly touching the tip of the feathers against her mouth before moving to her cheek, stroking it briefly. He then lifted the duster, placed it on her ear and twirled it gently. He reached out with his other hand and brushed her hair to one side to give himself access to the side of her neck.

Buffy couldn’t help but giggle as he traced the nape of her neck. “That tickles”

“Hush woman!” he chided softly. “You’re supposed to be moaning in ecstasy not laughing. Now concentrate!” He resumed his stroking, drawing the feathers up along the top of her right arm, across the back of her shoulders and down to the elbow of her left arm. Buffy took a swift intake of breath as he moved down the length of her spine in one firm stroke.

“Liked that did we?” he teased, repeating the movement.

“Mm-hmm.”

Giles then patted the duster several times over the swell of her buttocks. “Lord, you’ve got a fine ass on you woman.” This time Buffy did moan. He moved onto the back of her thighs, tracing a slow leisurely path downwards, he paused to give the back of her knees some extra attention, before continuing on to her ankle.

As she felt the feathers touch the sole of her foot, Buffy instinctively jerked her foot upwards, accidentally kicking Giles in the chest. “Oomph!”

She lifted her head and twisted it around to look back down towards him with an impish grin. “Sorry, I guess I should have told you my feet are very sensitive.”

“No problem!” he wheezed, “I’ll try to remember that. Although for once I wish you didn’t have slayer strength!”

Buffy lay her head back down. The mood was quickly recaptured as Giles began working on the inside of the leg he’d just come down. Ever so slowly he inched upwards, skimming along, drawing tantalising close to her womanhood.

Buffy’s pussy grew even wetter as she imagined the on-coming caress. “Giles!!” she groaned in frustration as he deliberately by-passed her mound and instead settled his duster on the top of her other leg.

“Patience Luv,… patience” he murmured, breathing a little heavily himself. Again he slowly dragged the duster down her leg, this time missing out her foot. He teased her mercilessly during the ascent upwards, prolonging the sweet torture as long as he could. Finally, just as Buffy was about to scream in frustration, he reached the apex of her slightly spread thighs. Looking down Giles could see the glistening protrusion of her labial lips. Gently he, at long last, placed the duster on her, twirling it lightly.

“Ohhh Giles!!” moaned Buffy, thrusting downwards, trying to increase the friction. However, Giles thwarted her efforts by removing the duster.

He shifted himself back up along the bed then leaned over placing his lips beside her ear. “Roll over” he whispered.

She complied.

Looking down at her, Giles’ already racing heart began to beat even faster. She was flushed and panting slightly. Sweeping his eyes along her he saw her nipples standing erect, their tips puckered tightly. Casting his eyes even lower he noticed the hair covering her mound was shining damp from where her juices had run into it.

She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Make love to me Giles…Now!” she begged.

Giles closed his eyes and breathed deeply, fighting his own desire. “But I haven’t finished yet” he managed to say hoarsely. He picked up his duster, which had slipped out of his shaking hand and began tracing it over the swells of her breast. He circled them separately, settling momentarily on each rigid nipple, performing the now familiar twirling motion.

“Oh shit!!” hissed Buffy, clutching wildly on the sheet beneath her. Unable to stop himself, Giles moved the duster away and lowered his head to her left breast. He took the nipple into his mouth and began sucking it gently. “Oh Yes!” she moaned, thrusting her hands into his hair, urging him deeper. After a minute, she tugged on his hair, forcing him over to the other breast. He lapped and sucked eagerly, giving it the same deserved attention.

Eventually he raised his head, “Witch!” he growled, “I promised myself I wouldn’t do that yet!” She smiled lasciviously at him pleased to know she wasn’t the only one struggling to maintain control. Sighing heavily and with renewed determination, he placed the duster on her midriff and twisted it into her naval. Buffy inhaled sharply as she realised her victory was short-lived. He moved a little downwards, coming to rest upon her mound. “Open up for me Luv” he pleaded in a decidedly shaky voice.

Trembling with desire, Buffy drew her feet up and then allowed her legs to fall apart. She lay back and closed her eyes. It was Giles’ turn to gasp as he viewed the results of his seduction. She was so very aroused, her whole pussy was saturated and glistening with her feminine moisture. He swallowed hard and, desperately trying to keep to his rules, began to stroke her inner thighs with the duster. When at long last he finally touched the feathers to her swollen clit, Buffy writhed in ecstasy. Knowing she was close, Giles, impetuously, turned the duster around. Spreading her slick, womanly lips apart, he gently eased the plastic handle inside her, shocked by his own actions.

Buffy’s eyes flew wide open as she felt the penetration. Giles held her eye steadfastly waiting for an indication to remove it. When she didn’t say anything, he pushed the handle in a little further and then withdrew it slightly, then repeated the movements. With his free hand he began massaging her swollen nub in firm circular motions. “Oh My God!! Giles!!” screamed Buffy as her orgasm hit. Her hips bucked wildly and her head thrashed to and fro against the pillows as the spasms overtook her. “God!!!”

He removed the duster and as the intensity slowly subsided, Buffy gazed at Giles in a mixture of wonderment and embarrassment. The look Giles returned held more than a trace of satisfied smugness. Deciding there and then to throw out his self-imposed rulebook, he allowed her a few moments to catch her breath before dipping his head and starting to lick at her newly released juices.

As he began to eat her with an intensity she’d never known before, Buffy realised that he intended to make her come again. Using every piece of the little remaining willpower she had, she reached down and pulled him away. “No!…your turn!” she announced. She stretched out her hand and caressed his bulging cock through his trousers. Frustrated by the barrier presented by his clothing, she fumbled hopelessly with his fly. “Take them off!” she ordered him finally giving up.

“Well, who am I to argue with you?” said Giles dryly, as he stood up and quickly shucked his remaining clothes. Buffy grinned in acknowledgement of the irony of that statement, coming from the one person who seemly lived his entire life solely for the purpose of arguing, cajoling or fighting with her! ‘Well perhaps not his whole life!’ she amended silently, considering the events of the afternoon.

As he returned to the bed and lay beside her, Buffy saw that he was rock hard. She realised and appreciated (really appreciated!) just how much restraint he’d been exercising. As he lay back against the pillows and folded his hands up under the back of his head, she sat up and repositioned herself so she ended up kneeling and facing him. He watched her closely and raised a questioning eyebrow. Biting her lower lip, Buffy plotted her course of action. Reaching a decision, she picked up the abandoned duster. Giles groaned as he knew the tables were about to turn.

Buffy pressed the duster to his mouth briefly before taking it away and placing her lips over his. She ran her tongue along his lips, shivering slightly as she realised she could taste her own lingering scent. While she was kissing him, she reached down and encircled his rigid manhood with her hand causing him to gasp. She took advantage of his open mouth and thrust her tongue inside. His met hers in response. As their tongues duelled, Buffy began touching his cock with long firm strokes.

Breathing raggedly, Buffy broke the kiss and ceased the stroking. Focussing once more on the duster, she touched it to his left nipple. She imitated Giles’ earlier twirling motion, then replaced it with her open mouth, licking at it until it became pebble hard. Giles moaned with pleasure as she shifted her attention, she pressed loving butterfly kisses across his board, lightly-haired chest until reached opposite nipple. Buffy gently raked her teeth over the hard nub before sucking hard and drawing the tightened skin into her mouth.

“Hey! You gave me a hickey!” he mumbled accusingly.

“Sorry.” Buffy giggled saucily. She employed the trusty duster again, drawing it down the centre of his belly. Giles sucked in a sharp intake of air as she rained kisses along that same line, knowing full well now what was about to follow.

Sure enough, Buffy inevitably brushed the feathers across the tip of his throbbing member then pushed the duster onto him and twirled it around, completely encircling him. “Oh Jesus!” cried Giles hoarsely. Sensing his urgency, Buffy lifted the duster. She flicked her tongue over his tip, tasting his initial fluid, and then took him fully into her mouth “Baby!!!” Giles groaned brokenly. Knowing he was about to explode, he desperately wound his fingers through her hair and begged her to stop. Reluctantly Buffy, stopped sucking and pulled back, looking up at him.

“I can’t….I’m going to…..” he tried to explain.

Buffy looked at him unblinkingly, marvelling at the selflessness of the man. “I love you Giles” she said softly, “It’s okay.” She moved forward intending to take him into her mouth again.

Giles determinedly pulled her away and pushed her back down on the bed “No, not like that…not this time!” He reached down and gently eased a finger into her, satisfying himself of her readiness. He moved on top her and with one sure stroke entered her fully. “I love you too” he whispered. He began kissing her passionately, matching the thrusts of his tongue to those of his hips. Neither of them had much in reserve so an earth-shattering, simultaneous climax quickly followed.

After their breathing had slowed and heartbeats returned to normal, Giles looked over at the clock and groaned. “We have to get up.” he said reluctantly.

“Again?” Buffy replied, deliberately pretending to mis-understand him. “Giles, your stamina is amazing!”

“I didn’t mean that, Wench!”

“I know” she sighed. “….Okay…I get first dibs on the shower!” She leapt out of bed with a sudden, new-found burst of energy. Giles watched her through bleary eyes as she disappeared down the hallway. He groaned again and lifted the pillow over his head.

After they’d both showered and dressed, Buffy approached Giles and put her arms around him. “Thank-you for this afternoon” she said quietly. “I had a fantastic time.”

“It was entirely my pleasure.” He answered, kissing her gently.

Buffy left his arms and went to the bedroom door. As she turned the handle, she threw Giles a saucy look over her shoulder. “Not entirely Giles…not entirely!”

She exited the room.

End.