Title: Fluking 1/4
Author: Saint Buffy
Spoilers: Season five, up to Family
Pairing: B/G
Rating: very NC-17
Feedback: gives me a happy.
Disclaimer: I assert no claim to the characters, stories or concept of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Summary: Set after Family. After Tara's birthday party, Buffy and Giles accidentally sleep together. Then deal with it by, well, sleeping together again:)

The Scoobies, spread over two tables at the Bronze, were toasting themselves. It had started with Tara's birthday, of course, but once they got through the birthday related toasts, the drink was still flowing freely and their spirits were still high, so they moved on. Buffy had long since left sobriety behind her, now reliant on other people and solid objects to keep her upright, her slayer senses replaced with a feeling of being happily at sea.

"And so," Giles was saying magnanimously, searching with one hand among the empty cups on the table for the one he was still drinking from, "I ask you all to raise your glasses, to, to family."

"To family," the gang chorused happily, sloshing their glasses together. Buffy tipped back the last of her drink and turned to hug Willow. The was her family, she thought, the people she loved and who loved her unconditionally. Her eyes swept a little too fast around her friends, making everything swim a little in her overloaded mind. She concentrated ahead of her, and saw Giles, leaning forward to answer a question Anya asked. Her father figure, she thought, and felt like laughing. Since when did a father figure make you feel like-

"Family?" Riley asked as his girlfriend turned back to the table. Buffy dropped her empty cup back on the table and squeezed his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Riley, honey, sweetie, 'sa, it's a Scooby gang thing. You wunnun understan'," she said, trying to be reassuring. She missed the hurt look he gave her, distracted by a story Giles had begun to tell Anya and Xander. Her watcher sat at an angle to the table, gesturing wildly with his strong hands. Buffy watched, concentrating on him, Giles's face acting as the one stable thing in her wavering world, and she felt as if she was on the edge of something, although her clouded mind couldn't think was it was. Something good? Xander and Anya were listening, thrilled, as Giles drunkenly opened up some of the mystery of his past.

"… but then this bloke came up to us, this enormous Atlas-"

"Huh?" Xander asked.

"Greek giant," Anya supplied, never looking away from Giles. "Continue with the story," she told him.

"Right." Giles paused to take another swallow of his drink, and caught Buffy listening in. He smiled at her, eyes looking intense in the darkened club, and Buffy felt a strange shiver running through her. She shuffled her chair a little closer, away from Riley, trying to concentrate. "Turned out he was her boyfriend, and wasn't very pleased to find his woman was sitting on my lap," Giles continued. Buffy felt another of the strange shudders pass through her as he spoke, her freewheeling mind wandering to thoughts of herself in Giles's lap, feeling his arms around her, perhaps his lips against her skin... "He went after me with a broken bottle. I still have the scar," he added, rolling up one sleeve to reveal a shiny line on his forearm. Buffy focused on it, feeling the rest of the noisy room spin. Anya nodded sagely.

"Vengeance," said the expert. "Although he wasn't very efficient- if he'd stabbed you a few inches lower, he could've severed an artery. *That* would have taught you something," she finished a little wistfully.

"What did-" Buffy started, but felt Riley sitting next to her, and for some reason that made her want to stop talking.

"What did what?" Giles asked her, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders. Buffy swallowed and tried to look less drunkenly at him.

"What did you do?" she asked. Giles hesitated, looking down at his empty cup, embarrassed.

"Broke his arm," he admitted. Buffy felt another shiver run through her and disguised it by turning back to Riley. He was looking at his watch.

"I'd better get back," he said apologetically. Buffy frowned.

"But s'fun," she said, gesturing around to her friends- her family- around her.

"I've got an early start tomorrow," he replied, and Buffy nodded.

"Okay," she said.

"You coming?" he asked, standing up. Buffy shook her head.

"Party," she replied, and lifted her face up as he bent to kiss her. "See ya."

"Sure you don't want me to walk you home?" he pressed, annoyingly, eyes taking in the empty cups on the table. Buffy shook her head stubbornly.

"No, no, no," she said. "Goodbye."

"Bye, Buffy," Riley said, and left. Buffy watched him for a moment, replaying a thought she had earlier, when she thought that her boyfriend really wasn't a member of her `family'. She decided that in the morning, that might be something she would feel upset about. Something to think about other than the mother of all hangovers she knew she would receive.

"No!" Xander said, looking shocked. Anya was laughing; Giles sat back with a Ripperish look on his face. "No." Xander shook his head firmly. "That's not even possible. It can't be."

"Xander, we should try that sometime," Anya said, her tone of voice making Buffy sure she didn't want to know what they were talking about. "Only you can't have two at once. You can only have me."

"Loud and clear, An," Xander replied, still looking shocked, and got to his feet. "I'm going to the bar. Need it after those mental images." He staggered off, still shaking his head.

< Two at once? > Buffy thought, feeling a sudden stab of something- jealousy? She wasn't sure. Everything felt blurred and smudged together. She pushed herself off her chair as the intro to another song began to play.

"Wanna dance?" she asked Giles, holding out her hand to him. He met her eyes for a long moment, then took her hand.

"Love to," he said, standing and leading her on to the dance floor.

Buffy's legs were misbehaving, and it took a lot of concentration to get them going in the same direction. She couldn't quite work out how she'd managed to get this drunk; she hadn't meant to, it was just that this was a party, and people kept on offering her drinks, and she kept drinking them without thinking about how many she had.

Giles pulled her towards him as the music kicked in, a heavy bass beat thundering through them. Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, using him to steady herself.

Giles felt wonderfully solid, she thought, as he swayed her in time to the music. His left hand rested on her hip, guiding her, while his right arm curved around her body. He brought his mouth close to her ear so he could talk to her.

"You all right? I saw Riley leaving," he explained, lips brushing against her hair. Buffy nodded, smiling up at him.

"I'm having fun," she said, and he smiled approvingly, tightening his grip on her waist and bringing her closer. Buffy was intrigued by the effortless way he danced, holding her easily, navigating them round, his whole body in tune with the music around them.

"He was pissed that I haven't been big share-girl lately," Buffy said, leaning into her watcher's arms. He brought his head closer again to hear her.

"Who?"

"Riley. He was pissed that I haven't been sharing."

Giles rubbed her back in response, and Buffy tucked herself even more firmly against his body.

"Don't worry about that," he said, slurring his words, cupping her head to speak more privately into her ear. "You've been under a lot of… don't worry about if he wants you to share. Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

Buffy smiled, and rested her cheek against Giles's lowered head.

"I feel comfortable. Here, I feel *very* comfortable," she said, the alcohol in her mind removing the censors usually set over her speech. To her surprise, Giles pulled her hips tighter against his in response.

"Then I'm doing something wrong," he growled. Buffy felt herself shiver, and wondered if it was just the drink inside her making his voice sound so seductive.

His hand on her hip had slipped down an inch at some point, she realised, and was now lingering in the dangerous zone between touching and groping. His hips moved in time to the music, and she moved with them, unable to stop herself from pressing against him tighter, feeling his closeness, pressed together, sending fire through her mind and body. She shut her eyes, focusing on the hypnotic grind of her watcher's body and the beautiful waves of pleasure he was sparking inside her.

< If anyone sees us, they'll have a heart attack, > she thought, mental images of her friend's faces making her smile. Her watcher's body swayed her, sending more luxurious shivers of pleasure rippling through her.

"I'll need to think about this in the morning," she purred, her fingers uncurling against the back of his neck, feeling like telling him every thought that was in her brain. "But not right now." He brought his lips deliberately close to her ear to whisper back, sending more violent waves through her body.

"Certainly not," he murmured, his lips a minute movement away from a caress. "Don't think. Just feel."

Buffy was beaming as she left the Bronze, feeling like the whole world was at a really funny party.

"Bye, Buffy," Willow called, one arm wrapped around Tara's neck, as she and her girlfriend staggered off towards their home. "I'll see you… I'll see you!"

"Bye, Will!" Buffy said, waving at her friend. "Happy birthday, Tara." This was the best party ever, she thought, and if the ground would stop being alive like that, bucking like an evil demon, then it would be perfect.

Giles and Xander finally came out of the Bronze, staggering a little, heads together, talking seriously about something. Buffy swung around, trying to remember in which direction her house was. The night air was sobering her up a little, and she wanted to be inside before the best of the effects wore off.

Giles gave a surprisingly loud laugh over something Xander said, and hugged the younger man around the shoulders. Buffy turned towards them.

"I'll bet you do," Giles was saying as Anya approached.

"Let's go, Xander," Anya said, dragging her boyfriend's arm, the urgent look in her eyes unmistakable. "Right now."

Buffy waved them off as well, then stood in the street, looking at Giles. He looked back, a mirror image expression of drunken happiness. His dark suit was wrinkled, tie hanging loosely around his neck, the top of his shirt was undone, and his hair looked- his hair looked as if he had been drinking all evening.

"They're going to have sex now," Buffy said to break the silence, nodding after Xander and Anya. Giles nodded back, dark eyes focused on her.

"I should bloody well think so," he said, sounding the way Buffy felt.

"I don't wanna go home," Buffy said sulkily, and he took a heavy step towards her.

"I'll take you," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Buffy snuggled into the shelter of his body immediately.

"Okay," she said, and they began to take lurching steps along the alley. He was warm; he held her against him much harder than Buffy was expecting, pulling her so close she had even more trouble walking.

Buffy snorted and began to giggle helplessly.

"What?" he asked, swinging them into the street at the end of the alley.

"I didn't want Riley to walk me home," Buffy explained. "Before, when he wanted to… walk me home."

Giles nodded proudly.

"Riley's a pillock," he said, and Buffy thought she would probably want to think about that too when she was sober.

"I want you to take me home, though," Buffy continued, rubbing one hand over her watcher's chest. A more rational part of Buffy thought she probably shouldn't have said that, it probably wasn't a good thing to say, but this was her Giles, and she could say anything to her Giles. He dropped a kiss on her head in reply.

"Good. Good," he murmured, then stopped dead in the road.

"What?" Buffy said, giggling again. She felt embarrassed and hid her face in his chest, breathing in the scent of Giles-ness.

"Let's go to my house instead," Giles said, and turned them around. Buffy let herself be turned and giggled again as they set off up the road, almost tripping over each other, walking like they were in a three legged race, hip to hip, leg to leg.

"Okay," she said, feeling the ground sway beneath her like a fairground ride.

"I have a bottle there, you know," Giles explained as if it was the most rational reason in the world. Buffy nodded repeatedly against his chest. Giles groaned and reached to stroke her hair as they marched down the road, pace quickening.

"Feels good when you do that," he said, and Buffy felt a sudden heat crash through her body crazily. She leant her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes as his burning fingers ran through her hair, then opened her eyes with a shout as she tripped over her own feet.

Giles grabbed her arms to steady her, and she grabbed him back.

"I tripped," Buffy said pointlessly, and they both dissolved into hysterical laughter. Buffy snorted and gasped, clinging on to Giles's arms as she laughed, feeling him shake beside her. They both doubled up, staggering on their feet, tears running down their faces as they giggled drunkenly.

Buffy was still grinning as Giles pulled her into his arms, walking them both backwards against the side of a hardware shop, and cupped her face to kiss her deeply.

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