Title: When I Lay Me Down to Sleep (part 4/?)
Author: Neena (varscona_pal@yahoo.ca)
Pairing: G/B with G/W friendship
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters and Buffyverse belong to Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy, etc. This little ficlet is for fun only.
Feedback: Pretty please? I’m an addict!
Setting: Season 3, before Angel and Faith come into play. Buffy’s in school, though.
Summary: Everybody needs to sleep, but even sleeping can be dangerous when you live on a Hellmouth.
Warning: non-consensual sex. Violence.

“…they really should warn us when they’re going to have pop quizzes. It’s not fair…there you are, having a pretty good day, and then BAM!, out of the blue, they spring a test on you.”

The exuberant sound of Buffy’s voice carried into Giles’ office. Giles’ stomach gave an involuntary lurch.

“That is kinda the point of a pop quiz. A quiz doesn’t pop so much if you’re expecting it.” Xander’s light-hearted banter followed. They were heading towards his office. Giles shot a glance at Willow, who instantly perceived his discomfort and got up to intercept her friends before they reached the door.

“Willow, hey!” said Xander. “You missed a pop quiz, what’s going on? Is the world about to end or something? You’ve never missed a test in your life.”

“Shhh, Xander. Keep it down,” said Willow.

“Why?”

“Giles isn’t feeling well.”

“Is that why he was late this morning?” asked Buffy.

“Whoa,” said Xander. “The King of Punctuality was late this morning? Are you sure the world isn’t going to end? Because if it is, I just wasted a perfectly good hour writing a test that won’t count for anything. I will never get that time back.”

“No, Xander. And, yes, Buffy—that’s why he was late.”

“I have to go in and see him.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I think what he needs right now is a little quiet time alone,” said Willow, blocking Buffy from entering his office.

“I can be quiet,” said Buffy, to which both Xander and Willow raised their brows. “What? You don’t think I can be quiet? I can tip-toe with the best of them. It’s just, in my line of work, the full-on, battle-crying frontal assault approach is usually more effective. Seriously, Will…I need to see him. It’s important.”

Willow had no choice but to let her pass. She held her breath, not sure what to expect.

Buffy peeked around the door and her smile slid from her face. Giles was poised awkwardly on his chair with his leg stretched out and propped on a stack of boxes. He looked shaken and a little green around the gills.

“God, Giles. You look horrible,” she said, quickly closing the gap between them. Giles squirmed in his seat.

This is Buffy. This is my Buffy. He kept repeating over and over in his head.

“What did you do to your foot?” she asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Got into a bit of an accident.” Giles felt a bit edgy having Buffy so close to him, peering down at him. “Where’s Willow?” he asked.

“Just outside. Why?”

Giles relaxed visibly; “Oh—no reason,” he said, staring through the gap in the door. He knew it was silly—if Buffy turned into a demon and attacked him, there was precious little Willow could do about it. Yet he felt safer knowing she was close by.

Buffy studied him. It was like he wanted to be anywhere but there with her. She decided to go ahead and ask him what she’d come there to ask. “Giles…are we okay? I mean, I know that whole ‘running away from home’ thing I did was not the best way to improve our relationship, but you’ve got me scared.”

Giles looked at her in concern, his watcher’s instincts kicking in at the word ‘scared’.

“What I mean,” she continued, “is that lately you’ve been pushing me away. And if it’s something I said or did, then I need to know. I need to make things right between us—you’re my watcher, and I need you. But more than that, you’re my friend, and I don’t want to lose that, either. Listen to me babbling. Are you just going to let me go on talking forever? Oh, God. You’re not going to cry, are you?”

“No,” he laughed softly. Although he’d come pretty close. How could he not have considered how much his recent behaviour would affect Buffy? He felt like a heel.

“So? What’s wrong, then?” she asked, opening herself to whatever reproof he might throw at her.

“Buffy, I’m so sorry. I’ve had a difficult few days fighting my own personal demons. I’m sorry if I’ve taken it out on you. I promise you, I won’t let it come between us again.”

He looked so upset at that moment that Buffy wanted to wrap her arms around him and give him a great big bear hug. She didn’t, of course. He wasn’t a huggy kind of guy, and besides…these last few days she’d felt kind of odd around him. She knew it was just because of the dreams—horrible, strange dreams that left her feeling things for him that she knew she shouldn’t be feeling.

Needing to distract herself from that particular train of thought, Buffy said; “So I guess with your leg all gimpy we won’t be training for a while?”

“I can’t say I’m really feeling up to it, no. But that doesn’t mean you can’t get in a bit of target practice.”

Buffy whined theatrically, but secretly she was happy to have him talking to her like he used to.

“No moaning—I’ll not have my slayer shirking her duties just because her wretched excuse of a watcher is under the weather.” He, too, was relieved to find that being around Buffy was getting easier.

“Not like I’ve had much to do in the way of slayage recently,” she said.

“Oh? In what way?”

“The last couple of nights have been really quiet. I came across a few vampires, but they took one look at me and ran for the hills. I must look scarier than I thought.”

Giles knew it was because they sensed the demon in her, but he obviously couldn’t tell her that. He merely nodded and muttered “How unusual”.

Xander was baffled by Willow’s behaviour. She was jumpier than a rabbit on a hotplate…or something. She kept shushing him, trying to hear what was going on in the little office. When she heard footsteps approaching on the other side of the door, she leapt back as if she’d been stung.

“What is with you, Willow?” he asked.

“Shhh!”

Buffy emerged from Giles’ office and nearly ran headlong into Willow. Clearly they’d been standing there the whole time waiting for her.

“What’s up, guys?” she asked.

“Nothing’s up,” said Willow. “There’s no ‘up’ happening here.”

“Okaaaay,” said Buffy. “Hey, you guys wanna take in a movie tonight? We could follow it up with a special ice creamy treat?”

Xander was about to jump at the offer, but Willow cut him off. “We’d love to, but Xander promised he’d help me get caught up on the classes I missed. Then I’m helping him with math.”

Xander blinked at her. Did she just tell a lie? A big, blatant, glow-in-the-dark lie?

“You study too much, Will. It can’t be good for you,” said Buffy. “Well, I guess it’s the Bronze for me again tonight. If you get done early, meet me there, okay?”

“Sure,” said Willow.

“Absolutely,” Xander added. When Buffy was gone, he turned on Willow; “Okay—what the hell just happened here?”

Willow filled him in on the basic details of what happened to Buffy, omitting the parts that involved Giles. It made for a very short story, but it was enough to bring Xander on board with a pledge of secrecy.

The three of them pored through the books long after the rest of the school had emptied. Xander did a cafeteria run for sandwich makings and drinks around ten o’clock. By one o’clock in the morning they’d still found nothing substantial. Willow came across a purple-eyed demon, but since the rest of the demon was also purple, it wasn’t much help. Xander kept rubbing his eyes to keep them focused, and Giles glanced at the wall clock as if he could slow the second hand by staring at it.

At one-thirty, Willow went over to Giles and patted him on the arm.

“I know, Willow. It’s time.” He sighed. “Will you drive me there?”

She nodded, then went and shook Xander out of his cat nap.

“I’m reading, I’m reading,” he said, wiping a rope of drool from his chin. “What?”

“Time to go home,” she said.

“Oh, is it that time already? Just flies by, doesn’t it?”

Giles felt ill. Time had gone by far too quickly.

Willow drove Giles to Buffy’s house with ten minutes to spare. He sat in the car, unable to make himself get out.

“Do you want me to wait here for you?” Willow asked.

“No, Willow. I’ll be fine. I want you to take the car—it isn’t safe for you to walk alone. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He spoke with more confidence than he felt.

“Giles…”

“Yes?”

“I…I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, okay?”

He smiled at her and eased painfully out of the car. Willow watched him limp around to the back of the house before slowly driving away. She’d already decided to pull an all-night research-a-thon in the hopes of having good news for him in the morning.

Giles took one look at Buffy’s window and knew he’d never be able to climb up there with his bad leg. He settled on picking the lock on the back door. It was a talent he’d never lost, and for once he was thankful for the questionable choices he’d made as a youth.

He crept his way through the dark house, the loudest sound seemed to be coming from the thudding of his heart. At the top of the stairs, Giles checked out the hallway. Thankfully, Joyce’s bedroom door was closed, but Buffy’s was wide open. He took a deep breath and went in.

The sight that met him nearly made his heart stop beating altogether. Buffy—or, rather, the Buffy demon—was sprawled seductively on the little bed. Soft moonlight painted her naked body, highlighting peaks and shadowing valleys. She was sweeping one hand over her breasts while holding Mr.Gordo in the other hand.

“We’ve been waiting for you. Haven’t we, little pig?” She tossed the stuffed toy at Giles—her expression dark. “I don’t like to be kept waiting. And didn’t I tell you to come in through the window?”

“After what you did to me last night, I’m hardly able to walk, let alone scale the side of a house. Or don’t you remember?”

The demon eyed him thoughtfully, and smiled. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten, Watcher. Take off your clothes. I want to see the fruits of my labour.”

She laughed when he discarded his sweater and undershirt to reveal the tensor bandages. He ignored the laugh and continued, delicately removing his pants and underwear, kicking them off so he wouldn’t have to bend down.

She appraised him with unconcealed lust. His broad chest and lean muscles had an immediate effect on her body, and she ran her fingers down to the wetness between her legs. She stroked herself, holding eye contact with Giles the whole time.

“Come here and taste me,” she said, letting her legs fall further apart.

Oh God, please no… Giles willed himself to get up on the bed with her, the screaming pain in his leg barely registering amid the pandemonium going on in his mind.

“You know what I want.”

She fisted her hands in his hair and brought his face down to her throbbing sex. Her scent was primal and musky, but underneath was the clean scent of lavender soap, powerfully reminding him that his sweet, innocent Buffy was trapped somewhere in the body beneath him. Giles tried to rear back, nearly losing part of his scalp in the process. She was not going to let him out of this, and he knew it.

He tried not to think about what he was doing—tried tuning out her soft moans and whispered urgings. At last he felt her body buck and quiver under his mouth, then go limp. Giles sat up, sick at heart, yet almost painfully erect. He hoped in vain that she was finished with him.

The Buffy Demon shuddered pleasantly as the twinges of her orgasm tapered off. “If that was the appetiser, then I can’t wait for the main course.” She wrapped her legs around Giles’ waist and pulled him down on top of her. She whispered in his ear, “Make love to me, Watcher. I want it sweet and gentle. Pretend I’m Buffy—that shouldn’t be too hard.” Her hand traced the length of his cock and she pouted up at him. “I want you inside of me—you’re not going to deny your slayer, are you?”

“You’re not Buffy. You’re nothing like her—you’re merely a cheap counterfeit…” The blow landed just below his left eye, momentarily blinding him as stars swam across his vision.

“I’ve warned you once before about talking. Now shut up and let me kiss it better.” The demon brought him down on top of her, and began gently kissing the bruise she’d just made. Her attentions shifted to his earlobe, sucking at the soft flesh and teasing it between her teeth. Then, with a voice laden with yearning, she whispered, “Fuck me”.

Giles groaned his displeasure, but did as he was told. He entered her slowly, feeling her strong inner muscles grip and release around his shaft in a steady rhythm. He struggled to keep from crushing her underneath him, but with his damaged leg, it was difficult just maintaining his balance. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care—her eyes were closed tight in ecstasy. Her hands feathered wildly over his arms and his bandaged chest, and her moans were becoming dangerously loud. Giles didn’t even want to think what would happen if Buffy mother walked in on them.

Unlike the night before, the Buffy Demon seemed content to simply have sex. No teasing or inflicting pain this time around. She was too wrapped up in the sheer joy of the act to play games, and that suited Giles just fine. He wanted so desperately to get out of this room where he was surrounded by everything that was private and personal to Buffy. Having sex here in her bedroom was an affront both to him and to the girl he cherished more than life itself.

He watched Buffy’s lithe body rocking under the force of his thrusts, trying to stay focused on the purely physical aspects of having sex. He thought it would be easier if he could keep it clinical and impersonal. It didn’t help that the demon wore his slayer’s face, and that her face was contorted in a sexual rapture.

She suddenly let out a growl deep in her throat and clawed Giles’ shoulders as her second orgasm shook her. Giles felt the onset of his own orgasm…just a few…more…thrusts…

“Giles? My God, Giles! What are you doing? Get off me!” Buffy shouted.

But it was too late. Giles looked down at Buffy’s horrified face just as his seed spilled deep inside her.

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