Title: Counterpoint
Author: Michelle
Rating: FRAO
"It shouldn't have happened that way it did," Buffy told the young woman sitting in front of her. "Quentin and his men were supposed to come to Sunnydale, give me the information on Glory, and leave. But Quentin is with the Council, and Sunnydale is on the Hellmouth, so things weren't that simple."
"So what happened?"
"I walked into the Magic Box, saw Quentin, and tried to leave."
"But they wouldn't let you?"
"No."
"So what did they do?"
"They tested my fighting skills, talked to my friends, threatened my Watcher, and the whole time I prayed that they wouldn't notice the relationship forming between us. It used to be forbidden, you know. Watcher/Slayer bonding was against the rules. Anyway, they threatened to deport him if I didn't cooperate. I couldn't loose him. So I caved. I'm not proud of it."
"But they didn't get their way?"
"No. In the end we all got what we wanted. Just not the way we expected."
Buffy let her mind wander to that day. She had asked Giles, "can they really do the stuff they threatened? Kick you out the country?"
"In a heartbeat," he answered. "See, the rough stuff, they're all right out there, a bit ham-handed, but they get it done, but, uh. . . this stuff, the, uh, bureaucracy, the pulling of political strings, they're the best in the world. They can kill you with the stroke of a pen. Poncy sods."
That had upset her quite a bit, and he had tried to calm her. "Buffy, calm down. The scandal here is not anything you've done wrong. It's the way they're behaving, holding what they know hostage with a gun pointed at my bleeding green card, no less. It's humiliating."
"Also smart. They picked the perfect thing. I can't lose you."
That was before the ridiculous test they'd given her.
Giles watched as Buffy was blindfolded and instructed to protect a dummy set up in the training room. He tried to help her by translating Quentin's Japanese commands. He was relieved when Buffy decided to do things her own way and ignore Quentin. The end result was a Watcher with a broken rib and a dummy with an axe in its chest.
Despite her failing their test, she could tell Giles was proud of her. She had taken matters into her own hands and didn't let them dictate her moves. If only they would realize that the Council's methods wouldn't work for everyone.
* * * * * *
She had a day to prepare for their interrogation. Even if she passed their tests, she had no guarantee they would help or that they wouldn't deport Giles. She didn't know what to do, so she went to see Giles at the Magic Box.
Giles was closing and locking the door when she arrived. "Are they gone?" she asked.
"They left a short while ago," he said. "They will undoubtedly be back early tomorrow. They want to search through the Magic Box before your examination tomorrow evening."
He was hiding it, but she could tell he was as scared and angry as she was. "Come patrolling with me."
"Buffy, I can't."
"Yes, you can. It's a great way to blow off steam. You can't hit them, but you can hit vampires and demons. It'll make you feel better, and I won't take no for an answer."
"All right."
* * * * * *
It hadn't worked the way she had hoped. She felt much better, but Giles seemed to get more aggressive with each vampire they had fought. She finally called it a night and suggested going back to his place for some tea. 'That should help,' she thought. 'I hope.'
When they reached his door, he turned to her. "Buffy, this isn't a good idea. You should leave."
"Why?" she asked, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.
"I don't know if I can control myself right now. It'd be best if you went home."
"I know you're angry and want to hurt someone. Giles, I'm the Slayer. If you're worried that you'll hurt me. . ."
Suddenly, he pulled her close. "Hurting people is the last thing on my mind," he said through gritted teeth.
"Then what-" She stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. They seemed to burn into her.
"I watched you all night, watched you slay demons and vampires, watched you protect me. Do you have any idea what that does to me?" He grabbed her around the waist and brought her flush against him. Her eyes grew wide. "Do you still want to stay?"
She nodded. "I know what it's like. You need to channel your energy."
"I can't control myself. I don't know what I might do."
"I'm the Slayer. I can take anything," Buffy said confidently.
Without a word, Giles opened the door, pulled her inside, and quickly shut it behind them. As he pushed her against the door, she heard him lock it. Her heart beat faster as she tried to imagine what he would do.
For a moment, he simply held her against the door as his eyes locked with hers. When she didn't protest, he pressed his entire body against hers and kissed her hard. She shivered at the feel of his lips and tongue and heard him growl in response.
He popped open the button of her jeans and slide the zipper down. She tried to keep still as she felt his hand slide under the denim - and pull out soon after.
Giles pulled away from her long enough to mutter, "Too bloody tight," and yanked her jeans down, stopping briefly to take off her shoes before removing them completely along with her panties. "Now, where was I?" he asked in a low whisper, before kissing her again.
As he trailed kisses from her lips to her neck, he slipped his hand between her legs. With no warning, he thrust two fingers into her, rubbing the palm of his hand against her clit as he did so.
"Oh, God, Giles," Buffy moaned. She pushed her hands against the door to keep herself steady.
He sucked on her neck before pulling back to look at her. "Do you want this?" he asked.
Buffy whimpered as she nodded.
He leaned in and gave her a swift kiss, biting her lower lip as he pulled away. "Good," he said as his hand started to move. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream. Do you want that?" he asked, moving his hand faster.
Involuntarily, her hips began to move in time with his thrusting fingers. " Please," she pleaded.
"Please what?" he teased.
She glared at him in response, causing him to chuckle.
"Okay. Enough with the teasing," she demanded. She pushed him to the floor and straddled his thighs. "Let's see how you like it," she said as she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. In one smooth motion, she pulled his pants and underwear down past his hips.
"Wow. That must be uncomfortable," she said as she slid one finger lightly from his balls to the tip of his cock.
Giles growled in response.
Buffy smiled wickedly before letting the tip of her tongue glide along the path her finger had traveled. When she reached the head, she sucked the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. He growled again when she released him.
She couldn't believe how that one sound affected her. Wanting to hear it again, she leaned forward and rubbed herself against him. She wasn't prepared for his response.
Giles growled loudly before flipping them over. He leaned over her. "I want you on your hands and knees." His tone of voice left no option but to obey.
As soon as she was in the desired position, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her.
She hadn't wanted to beg, but he didn't move after the initial thrust. His hands on her hips didn't really prevent her from moving. They both knew that. His hands were merely a reminder of what he wanted; he wanted her to beg. He needed to hear it. When he leaned forward and she felt the first rumblings of a growl escape his throat, she lost her resolve.
"Oh God, Giles," she moaned. "Fuck me."
He began to move slowly.
"Faster," Buffy demanded. "Harder."
After a few slow, deep thrusts, Giles quickened his pace. He pounded into her from behind, her Slayer strength the only thing keeping her from being pushed across the floor. The feel of his cock inside her and his balls hitting her clit with each thrust had her ready to explode in no time. When she felt his grip on her hips tighten, she knew he was close, too. Knowing he would feel it, she reached one hand back and rubbed her clit. That sent her tumbling over the edge. She felt his cock throb in response, and soon he shouted her name as he came deep inside her.
He pulled out of her as they both collapsed on the floor.
Buffy didn't know what to do. She felt as though her brain had turned to mush along with most of her body. Knowing she should say something, she opened her mouth to speak. Before she could say a word, she heard Giles say something to her. She ran his words over in her mind several times and was convinced she'd heard him wrong. "What did you say?" she asked. "I don't think I heard you right."
He repeated his words slowly, "Buffy, I love you, and I think we should get married."
"Oh."
"Buffy are you all right?" he asked, concerned.
"Fine," she mumbled. "When?" she asked. "When should we get married?"
"First thing in the morning, I think. I know a place we can go and get married right away."
She started to ask why he was in such a hurry. Then she remembered the Council and their threats. "I love you, too, but why wait for morning?"
He stood and pulled her to her feet. "Because I'm not finished with you yet."
END
MORNING AFTER (Sequel)