Title: The Rules Have Changed - part 5 of ?
Author: Michelle
Rating: NC-17 (this part)
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Summary: Giles is attacked and has an unusual way of dealing with it.
Spoilers: Set after the finales of Buffy and Angel.
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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: This is written for the Ripper ficathon.
Many thanks to Elizabuffy and Beadtific. You helped a lot.
While Giles fixed breakfast, Buffy took a quick shower and put on some sweats and a white tank top. 'It'll have to do,' she thought. 'I have a feeling I won't be wearing them very long anyway.'
She made it back to her bedroom and snuggled under the covers just as he reached the doorway.
Giles set the tray on the bed in front of Buffy before sitting next to her. "This doesn't look much like breakfast food," she said, looking at the assortment of cheese, fruit, chocolate, and whipped cream.
"I know it's not what we normally have for breakfast, but we don't usually eat breakfast in bed." He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in chocolate sauce and held it to her lips. "You did say you wanted to have dessert in my room," he teased. "This is the next best thing."
Buffy took a bite of the strawberry, letting her lips brush his fingertips.
"If you keep that up, we won't eat any of this," he said as he ate the other half of the strawberry.
"What? I didn't do anything," she said playfully. "I just took a bite of what you offered." She took a piece of cheese from the tray and popped it into her mouth.
"Really?"
Buffy nodded and picked up a small strawberry, dipped it in the whipped cream and brought it to his lips. As his lips closed around the fruit, he placed his hand on hers. His eyes never left hers as he chewed and swallowed. Then he sucked her fingers into his mouth, one at a time.
Buffy moaned at the sensation. "Ya know," she whispered. "I'm really not that hungry anymore. Why don't we skip breakfast?"
In answer, Giles stood and swept her into his arms. "I think that's a wonderful idea," he said as he carried a giggling Buffy to his room and laid her on the bed. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a kiss, but was stopped with a finger on his lips.
"Not yet," Buffy said. "I have something for you first."
"It can wait," he insisted. To prove his point, the tip of his tongue darted out to stroke her finger.
She shuddered and almost lost her resolve. Pulling her hand away, she pleaded, "It won't take long. I promise."
As he waited, she reached under on of his pillows and pulled out a small velvet box. "I put it there when you were fixing breakfast," she explained. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "When I said I wanted to take our relationship to the next level, I didn't just mean physically. Not that I mind the physical part, but I want more."
She handed the box to Giles and watched him open it. "They don't make engagement rings for men, so I thought I'd get you an earring instead. I know it's not much, but-"
"Buffy?" he asked. "Are you proposing?"
"Yes," she answered. "Rupert Giles, will you marry me?"
He leaned in close and whispered, "Yes." Then took the earring from the box and put it in. Tossing the box aside, he asked, "Now where were we?"
"Right about here," she said and pulled him down for a kiss. Soon, her hands found their way to the hem of his shirt. She broke the kiss and pulled the shirt over his head, then trailed kisses down his neck and chest. His breathing quickened and she heard him let out a moan. Giggling, she reached for the waistband of his pants.
He stopped her. "Not yet," he echoed her earlier words. "I want to take my time and enjoy this, enjoy you."
Her face flushed at his words.
"I want to watch you undress for me," he whispered into her ear.
A flash of panic shot through her as she wondered if this was a sexual thing or if he needed to rest. She didn't want to make his condition any worse.
"I'm waiting," he whispered. "Put on some music, if it makes you more comfortable."
She slipped from the bed and put on some soft music. With her back to him, she began to sway to the music. Before long, she was thinking of nothing but making sure he enjoyed the show. She turned around to face the bed and saw him watching her, a sensual smile on his lips. Keeping eye contact, she slowly untied the drawstring of her sweats and pushed them off her hips, revealing lace panties.
Giles groaned.
"Like the show?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Good." She let the sweats fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Her hands slid up her hips to the bottom of her tank top. Instead of pulling the top off, she slid her hands under her shirt to caress her breasts. Hearing him gasp, she smiled and removed her hands, letting him see her hardening nipples through the shirt. She swayed to the music once more and felt the fabric brush over her breasts. Her nipples hardened more with each stroke of the cloth.
Leaning forward a bit so that he could see down her shirt, she whispered, "You can remove your pants anytime. They must be uncomfortable by now." He nodded. "Just pay attention to the show while you do it."
She straightened again, and moaned herself as the material rubbed against her breasts. When he started to remove his pants, she took that as her cue to remove her panties. Turning away from him, she slid them slowly down her legs and stepped out of them. When she turned back, he was lying on the bed, naked. She stopped to admire the view. "Very nice."
"Thank you," he replied.
She resumed her dance and started to lift her shirt.
"Leave it on and come here," he commanded.
Dropping her hands, she walked to the edge of the bed, and squealed when his hand snaked out and grabbed her around her waist. The squeal quickly turned into a moan as his other hand rubbed against a nipple while his mouth sucked the other through the cloth. The feel of his tongue combined with the slightly rough fabric was enough to drive her crazy.
"I need you," she groaned. "I need to feel you, all of you. I can't wait." She pulled him up into a short, but passionate kiss. Growling, she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him. With a wicked smile, she slowly sank down onto him, then leaned forward for a brief kiss.
"Oh, God, Buffy," he cried out as she started to move slowly.
The fabric of her shirt was rubbing ever so lightly against his nipples as well as hers. She felt him arch up, trying to get more contact. She pulled away slightly, teasing.
He growled and, with one quick movement pulled the shirt over her head. "I want to watch you," he whispered. "Sit up. I want to watch everything."
She sat up and quickened her pace a little. "So, tell me what you want me to do. What do you want to watch?"
"Play with you nipples." She nodded and brought her hands to her breasts, rubbing her palms across them. "Pinch them," he demanded. "Squeeze as you slide down and release as you raise up." She complied, closing her eyes briefly at the sensations. Her eyes shot open when she felt his hands grab her bottom. He squeezed in rhythm with her pinches. It was almost more than she could take. She saw his gaze wander to the spot where their bodies joined. "Move one hand down and stroke yourself. Keep it slow. I don't want you coming yet." It was hard to follow his instructions. The sensations were overwhelming, and she thought she would burst at any moment. She moved one hand down and stroked her clit, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure.
"I can't hold on," she protested. "It's too much."
"It'll be just a little longer," he assured her. He stopped squeezing her bottom. "When I squeeze again, I want you to pinch your nipple and hold it. Do the same with your hand on your clit, and squeeze around me as tight as you can, but keep moving. Understand?"
She nodded as she felt his hands rub lightly along her skin. They moved up and down her sides. When she thought she couldn't take it anymore, his hands were on her bottom. Suddenly, he squeezed and she did, too. He groaned and she felt him pour his seed into her. That was all it took to push her over the edge. She came with a shout and collapsed on top of him.
"Wow," she whispered. "Will it be like this all the time?"
"Only if you want it to be."