Title: A little Decorating - part 3
Author: Michelle
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Summary: Buffy helps Giles decorate for Christmas.
Setting: Season five, but no real spoilers
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. They belong to Joss, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB & Mutant Enemy. This is purely for fun.
Author's note: Written for Catzen. Merry Christmas. Just pretend there's no Riley.
Giles told Buffy a story for each decoration that was placed on the tree. Some he made when he was a child, others were gifts from family or friends. Each one held a special memory for him.
When the last ornament was placed on the tree, Buffy turned to him with tears in her eyes. "I never realized how much you miss your family and friends in England. I'm sure this didn't make up for that."
"But you did. I very much appreciate what you've done for me." He reached for her, but she turned away.
"Appreciate," she mumbled. "Is that all?"
Giles berated himself for his choice of words. He lightly touched her shoulder. "Buffy?" He gently turned her around. "I love what you did today. It means more than you can imagine." Wiping a tear from her cheek, he added, "You are my family."
"I was hoping that. . ." She looked into his eyes. "I wanted to make Christmas special for you. . . for us." Giles watched her face as his words caught up with her. "I'm your family?"
"Yes. You will always be my family." A smile spread across his face. "I love you, Buffy."
Buffy's face brightened. "Me too. . . I mean I love you, too."
Giles brushed the remaining tears from her face before leaning in to let his lips lightly sweep across hers.
He felt her arms circle around his waist. "You're my family too," she whispered. She glanced at the tree. "I think we did a good job. It's very pretty, but there's a problem."
Giles stared at her in surprise. "I don't see a problem. It's perfect."
Buffy pouted. "But there's no gifts. There must be gifts under the tree."
A Ripperish smile spread slowly across Giles's face. "Is that so?" Buffy nodded. Suddenly, he sank to his knees and pulled her to the floor.
"Giles! What are you doing?" Buffy giggled.
"You're the only present I want to open." He kissed her again, pushing her backwards until they were lying on the floor.
Buffy giggled again. "It feels like you have a present for me, and I think it should be unwrapped soon."
Giles growled and slid down her body. His hands roamed under her shirt and caressed her stomach, placing small kisses in their wake. He pushed the fabric higher, feeling the soft flesh of her bare breasts. "Naughty," he said between kisses. "Maybe you don't deserve a present this year."
"Maybe I deserve one even more." She pulled off her top and tossed it aside. "Sometimes naughty can be nice."
"Very nice," he agreed. He teased a nipple as he leaned in to nip at her shoulder and neck. He felt a shiver run through her. Trailing kisses down her chest to her breast, he replaced his hand with his tongue.
Buffy ran her fingers through his hair and surprised him by running her tongue along his ear. "You're taking an awfully long time to unwrap your present."
He pulled away from her long enough to respond. "Just savoring the moment, Love."
"Well, savor faster," Buffy muttered, half under her breath.
"You need a lesson in patience, my dear."
"Oh no, Mister. I've waited long enough. You can teach me all about patience some other time."
Giles soon found himself lying on his back with Buffy sitting astride him. She roughly removed his t-shirt and started to untie his sweat pants. He grabbed her hands to stop her. She looked hurt at first, but smiled when his hands moved to the button on her pants. Slowly, he popped open the button and slid the zipper down.
Buffy leaned down and kissed his chest as she lifted her hips to allow him to push her jeans down. She kicked off her shoes, then her jeans, and straddled him once more.
Giles took an opportunity to look at her, his gaze traveling over her body. "You are naughtier than I first thought. No bra, no panties."
"I'd kinda hoped things would turn out this way." Her hands returned to his waistband. "Now let's see what you're hiding. What does my Watcher wear under his clothes?" He lifted his hips to make it easier for her as she untied the drawstring and pulled the sweats off. "Now who's the naughty one?" she asked as she crawled back up his body.
Giles growled once more and dragged her down for another kiss. His fingers twined through her hair as the kiss grew more passionate. He felt her tongue glide along his lips before she drew his lower lip into her mouth and grazing her teeth across it.
Buffy pulled away slightly. "I love you," she proclaimed and kissed him again. At the same time, she sank down on him, taking him in completely.
Giles tried to reply, but Buffy made it impossible. She set a quick pace and didn't allow him to catch his breath. Her hands roamed over his body as she rode him hard. 'At least I'll die happy,' he thought.
When he thought he could possibly take any more, he felt her nearing her release. He moaned when he felt her reach behind her and fondle him. That sent him crashing over the edge along with her.
"Bloody Hell!"
Buffy collapsed on top of him. "Is that good or bad?"
"Good. Very good, Love."