TITLE: Mexico 8/9
AUTHOR: Rari Coss
E-MAIL ADDRESS: RariCoss1956@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to Joss, the WB, UPN, Fox, Mutant Enemy and anybody else who feels they own it. Oh, and I have no idea who owns Scarecrow and Mrs. King but I’m sure they have much more money than I do and I’m only playing.
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Buffy closed the door. She peered out the window and watched as Amanda and Lee stopped to talk on the sidewalk for a moment. She suddenly realized that she was alone with Giles. Completely alone. Trying to find her courage she took a deep breath.

Giles watched Buffy at the window. There would be no better time for this conversation. He took a deep breath.

They both spoke at the same time.

“Giles.”

“Buffy.”

They smiled at each other, and then both gestured at the other to go first. This time Buffy insisted that he go first. As he nodded, a part of her berated herself for her cowardice and then she started to panic wondering what he might say, wondering if he was about to announce that he was leaving again. She felt this enormous inner push to open her mouth, to speak first as she followed him to the couch. The sensation made her afraid she might just explode with the pressure.

He beat her to it with only a second to spare. “Buffy. I don’t suppose…” He shook his head and started again. “I was wondering…” He watched as Buffy tried to bite back a grin and glared at her. “What?”

“You’re usually better with the talking than this.” She finally let the grin out. “Just spit it out.”

“Yes, you’re right.” He still hesitated. She rolled her eyes at him. He mentally chastised himself for his adolescent behavior. He went back to his original start. “I don’t suppose you’re in the market for a Watcher, are you?”

Something melted inside of Buffy. He wanted to stay. He wasn’t going to leave. No matter what happened next, he’d be here with her. For the first time in months, Buffy felt warm inside. She gave him a smile.

Giles heart missed a beat. It was that smile. The smile he had begun to believe he would never see again. “Is that a yes?”

She shook her head, and at the confused look in his eyes she touched his arm. “Wait. Yes. And no. I mean not no, but there’s a but. A yes, but.”

Giles was amazed that he had followed that. “And that is…?”

“If I tell you something will you promise not to laugh?”

“I would never laugh at anything you say to me, Buffy.”

Buffy’s eyes opened wide. “Excuse me? This from the man who laughed himself sick when I told him about the worst months of my life?”

“All right. You have a point.” Giles bit his lips to keep from smiling. The laughter that had erupted out of him in the training room was threatening to erupt again.

Buffy stared at him. “You’re doing it again.”

He bit his lips harder. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” A laugh escaped and he clapped a hand over his mouth.

She fought off a responding grin as best she could, but he was irresistible this way. Buffy prodded his leg with her hand. “Stop it.”

He tried. “I am, I’m truly sorry.” A broad grin crossed his face and another laugh got past his control. He tried to get serious. “I’m fine, really. Go ahead.” This time the laugh came out sounding suspiciously like a snort, and Buffy couldn’t help but giggle. At the sound of her giggle Giles lost whatever tenuous control he had and he just started to laugh.

Buffy got swept up in it all over again. Except this time she really watched him. Watched him laugh, watched his face as he let loose, and she inched closer to him on the couch, and laid her hand on his chest to feel the rumble of his laughter.

Giles covered her hand with one of his, aware that the laughter they were again sharing was connecting them in such a lovely way. His eyes ran over her face. She was so beautiful when she laughed. He was determined to bring some more laughter in to her life.

Buffy watched as his gaze caressed his face. She inched even closer bringing up one leg so that she was partly turned to him, her calf pressing along his thigh. She placed her other hand on the couch, behind his neck and she leaned in a little.

Giles’ laughter had about run his course and he lay his head back on the couch, and found her hand there. He lifted his head. “Sorry.”

Buffy shook her head. “Don’t be.” The hand from his chest rose and she pressed against his forehead. “Lean back, relax.”

He did as instructed, feeling very relaxed, feeling good. Laughter was an amazing tension reliever. His head rested on her hand. She had turned it over so it felt as if she was cradling the back of his head. Unconsciously he nestled into it. Then he realized what he was doing and his eyes rose to meet hers. The tension was back, and it arced between them like electricity.

It thickened when Buffy curled the fingers underneath him, and caressed him. Her eyes were huge and entirely focused on him. “Giles?”

He was captivated by the look on her face, and was all too aware of the response of his body. He made a last ditch effort to pull himself together. “What did you want to tell me?”

As Buffy took in his nervous attempt to regain control she felt a pure surge of feminine power and decided she liked him a little nervous. Her hand against his chest started stroking the fabric of his shirt. Her voice was soft and husky. “Are you done laughing?”

All he could do was nod.

She wiggled her hand out from behind his head and started to run a finger along the side of his face. “Are you sure?”

He nodded again. Then his brows started to furrow. “Buffy.”

Her fingers moved to his lips, to stop him from talking. “My turn.”

Giles felt as if he were drowning. “Your turn for what?” He watched his hand rise and touch her hair. It felt like satin to him.

She ran her fingers across his lips, feeling their velvet texture, their pliancy. Her tongue ran across her own. “To tell you something.”

His eyes watched her tongue again and his fingers found their way into her hair, tangling in the shorter tresses. He made one last attempt to keep things from going where they possibly shouldn’t. “Be very sure, Buffy. Be very sure what you tell me is the truth.”

A finger slipped between his lips and he couldn’t resist greeting it with his tongue. Buffy let out a soft cry, and all she wanted was to be lost in him, lost in the sensation of touching him. “It is. It is the truth.” She slipped her finger out, her hand moving to cup his cheek and she touched her lips to his.

All that they had been to each other, and all that they could be, ignited with that touch. Just that quickly, there was no turning back. Giles took that kiss and returned it with one of his own, his lips slanting across hers, his teeth nibbling, setting her on fire, his tongue caressing hers until she thought she might go out of her mind with wanting.

Her world started shifting and then she realized that Giles was pushing her back, laying her down, covering her body with his. Just the idea of it thrilled her and she wrapped her arms and then her legs around him, pulling him down as tightly to her as she could. She felt that power surge through her again when she felt how hard he was, undeniable proof of his desire.

Giles kissed her again and then he lifted his head and gazed down at her. One of his hands ran through her hair. “Is this what you wanted to tell me? Is this the but?”

She grinned and ran her hands down his back and grabbed his butt. “No, this is.” She decided she liked how it felt and she kept her hands there.

He grinned back at her and closed his eyes in rapture as she squeezed again. It had been so long since he’d been touched this way. He felt his heart skip another beat when he opened his eyes and was irrefutably faced with the fact that it was Buffy touching him this way. Buffy wanting to touch him. “You are so beautiful.”

Her return smile was shaky. “Not as beautiful as you.”

He looked down at her, amazed at her words. “I must admit, I’m a bit overwhelmed. Are you sure I’m what you want?”

She nodded. “I’ve never been surer of anything. I want you with me. I never want to be without you again.”

“And you won’t be. But, if that’s why you’re doing this, it’s not necessary. I planned on staying anyway.”

She shifted a little so they could lie side by side. “It’s not enough for me, not anymore. I want it all.” She bit her lip. “Unless it’s not what you want.”

A soft laugh escaped. “Not want you?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I never would have dared entertain the thought two days ago, but now that you’re here in my arms I don’t believe I could bear for you to ever leave.”

All she wanted to do was touch him but she had to be sure. “I’m still me, you know. Crazy, mixed up, screwed up life Buffy. I’m not so sure you’re getting such a deal.”

He smiled reassuringly at her. “I think I can be the judge of that. And I think we’ll suit each other just fine.”

She smiled back. And she knew he was right. There was a marvelous freedom in knowing that no one in the world knew her as well as this man, every dark and miserable thing about her, and he was still telling her that she was beautiful. “Kiss me, please.”

Giles obeyed, as thoroughly as before. One hand still tangled in her hair to hold her head captive. His other hand swept down her body to her bottom and he gave her a return squeeze. She could feel his teeth as he smiled and looked up at him, her face inquiring. He grinned at her. “I like this butt of yours.”

She laughed and found his again as well with her own hands. “Me, too.”

His hands moved up and under her shirt and then he stopped. “How far do you want this to go, Buffy? I don’t want to move too fast.”

Suddenly he seemed to be moving much too slowly. She moved away from him enough to reach down and pull off her top. She wore no bra and he couldn’t refuse the invitation. His lips moved to one of her nipples and he suckled at her breast, his other hand still caressing her bottom, his fingers moving enticingly deeper between her legs until Buffy was on fire again. She let out a moan and started trying to get him more naked.

He reluctantly parted from her breast so he could pull his shirt off. Then Giles decided as long as he was being interrupted that perhaps it was just time to get completely naked. He rolled over her and stood, reaching down and pulling her up. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Buffy nodded and they slowly climbed up the stairs, hands wandering across each other’s bodies, learning one another as they moved up each step. When they reached the landing Buffy directed him to her room and when they crossed the threshold he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them and her underwear down her hips. As they pooled at her feet she stepped out of them. Then she did the same for him, his pants and boxers slipping to the floor.

They spent a moment admiring each other, eyes of love finding beauty in her too thin form, and his older body. They looked for a moment and then the moment was over and they moved together and both let out groans as naked flesh felt naked flesh.

As one they moved to the bed. Giles lay down first, pulling Buffy down on top of him. She wiggled against him, and felt his hard cock thrust up against her in response. Needing to have a taste of him she shifted down his body until she was getting an eyeful. He was big here too. Big and hard and all hers. She looked up at him and grinned. And then she ran her tongue up the length of him and felt a surge of satisfaction as he thrust up again and let out a moan. Taking him in her hand she lifted him so she could lower her mouth and take in the rounded dome, running her tongue along its edge. She couldn’t stop watching him as he succumbed to passion.

Giles didn’t know what was making him hotter. What Buffy was doing with her extraordinarily talented tongue, or the fact that it was Buffy to begin with. He couldn’t stop watching her. He couldn’t stop watching her bathe his cock with her tongue and saliva, as she fondled his balls, and laid claim to his body. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

Suddenly he wanted to taste her too. He reached down and began to pull her up. She let out a cry of protest but then she allowed him to move her. He pulled her up until her warmth passed his cock and she ran her wetness over the hard length of him. Both of them groaned and she did it again. She moved until just the tip of him was in her. He felt so wonderful and it took all her control to not just shove down until he filled her completely.

Giles had to fight the urge to thrust into her and stake his own claim but he wanted to taste her before he spent himself in her this first time. Then he’d taste her afterwards as well. He wanted to know what they tasted like together. He kept pulling on her until she crawled up his body and at his direction, kneeled over him, presenting herself to him.

He took a moment to admire the view. Despite her strength and the hardness of her life, right now she looked soft, full of curves, and every inch a woman, one that he wanted more than any other lover he’d ever had. He touched her with his tongue and was gratified at the cry she let out. Gently holding her apart with the fingers of one hand, he explored every dark, moist curve of her center with his lips and tongue.

Buffy was gasping for air, her mouth dry, as she tried to breathe through what Giles was doing to her body. She’d never felt anything like it. She could feel her orgasm seconds away and she was filled with a desire to be united with him when it hit. Moving away from his talented mouth she slid back down him, and before he could argue she guided herself on to his cock and slid down the length of him until he was sheathed deeply within her.

Giles almost came off the bed at the sensation. He yanked her down and took her mouth as he started to thrust inside of her. Lifting off of him just a little she began to ride him, her powerful legs finding an effortless rhythm. His hands found her breasts and he softly touched her, and then grew rougher, shaping them with his hands, pulling at her nipples. She leaned down just enough to tease his lips, just enough for her orgasm to start and she let out a cry that alerted him.

Giles watched her as she came. He watched as she came calling his name as his cock made its home in her. He felt her pulsing around him. It made him crazy. He flipped her over and hammered into her, knowing he couldn’t hurt her, knowing she was his for the taking. It didn’t take him long before he was calling her name out as he found his release in her body.

Trying to draw air into his lungs he collapsed on top of her, and then rolled them until they were lying face to face. He kissed her forehead, and brushed some damp hair off her face. He couldn’t seem to find enough breath to speak so he just looked at her.

She smiled at him and the look on his face allowed her to speak her heart. “I’m in love with you.” Her heart rejoiced at the smile he graced her with.

“Really?”

She nodded. “Really, really.”

He thought about it for a minute. Thought about Amanda asking him over and over if he was in love with Buffy. “Amanda asked me if I was in love with you.”

Buffy looked surprised. “She did?” At his nod, she continued. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t know what to say. I’d never really thought about it before.”

Buffy looked down at their naked bodies. “Are you thinking about it now?”

He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. “It would be difficult not to. I believe if she were to ask me that question right now, that my answer would be a resounding yes.”

Buffy let out a long, happy sigh and lay her head against Giles’ chest. Then she grinned.

He felt it and looked down at her. “What’s that smile for?”

“I’m just glad you didn’t laugh at me.”

Giles snorted. “How could I laugh? You had my lips thoroughly occupied.”

She moved her head back and ran her fingers over his lips. “I like your lips.”

He gave her a mock glare. “Good. Maybe the next time they’re lecturing you about something it will help you listen.”

She shook her head. “It will just make me want to kiss them to shut you up.”

Giles didn’t think he’d mind that too much. His arms moved to squeeze her tightly as they both drifted off to sleep.

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