Title: Fluking 2/4
Author: Saint Buffy
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Disclaimer: I assert no claim to the characters, stories or concept of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

The alcohol in her bloodstream was making everything feel dizzy, but as his mouth collided with hers, Buffy lost all sense of what was going on in the outside world. She wrapped her arms around him, rising on to her toes to get nearer, pulling his head down. Giles thrust his cloth-covered hips against her in response, and deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. One hand moved to her hip to drag her closer, and the action sent another shudder of lost control through her as Buffy remembered their dance. His body felt hot against hers, incredibly good, his tongue taking her, hard and carnally, mouth tasting of beer.

Eventually they parted, breathing heavily, hands raking through each other's hair, over their faces.

"We shouldn't have done that," Buffy said, shakily, her whole body feeling weak. He nodded, although his eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back again. "I have a boyfriend."

And they both snorted with laughter again, so hard Buffy thought she would wet herself. It bubbled out of her, uncontrollable, and he buried his head in her neck as he laughed as well.

"No, really," Buffy said, wiping her eyes, trying to keep a straight face. "I mean it."

They stared seriously at each other for a second, nodding soberly, before they collapsed again, holding each other up. Buffy's sides were aching, and she couldn't breathe, her laugh coming in strange gulping noises which only made Giles laugh harder.

"I'm sure he'll understand that it was an accident," Giles murmured eventually, his hands stroking her face and hair restlessly. Buffy nodded fervently, reaching up to touch his face, his mouth, his hair.

"As long as it doesn't happen again," she replied earnestly, hardly noticing what she was saying as her eyes moved hungrily over her watcher's face.

"Yes," he said, and leant down to kiss her again, harder, biting her tongue and lips and pushing his tongue into every corner of her mouth, invading her completely.

Buffy felt the hysteria drain suddenly out of her, and pulled his mouth harder down against hers, moans of excitement escaping before she could stop herself.

"I want you," she slurred as they broke apart, unable to focus her eyes, fingers against his scalp as he kissed her face and neck. He took her literally and pushed one hand under her top, and reaching up to take one breast in his hand. Buffy gasped and shut her eyes, feeling his experienced fingers playing her skin, then opened her eyes to cast them hurriedly around the dark street. Sunnydale was deserted, the cold night, late hour and unspeakable danger keeping its inhabitants well within doors.

Giles pulled her up on to his hips impatiently, both of them breathing heavily, desperately, kissing lips and jaws. He moved to run one hand up and down her, endlessly, feeling her hair, her breast, her stomach and backside, lost in discovery. Buffy felt like she was going crazy, body shuddering against his, feeling surges of desire pass through her faster than she could absorb.

He stopped, and pulled back slightly, letting her feet touch the ground. Buffy opened her eyes, about to complain, but saw that he was unbuckling his belt. Their eyes met seriously as he opened his pants, unquestioning, simply confirming their need.

Then they were kissing again, deeply, Giles driving her wild with his tongue. He slid Buffy's skirt up as they kissed, and fought to push her panties out of the way. His fingers met her core, finding her wet, and Buffy bucked against him, running her nails over his chest, ripping his shirt partly open, then reaching down to lift the shirt out of his open pants. Giles withdrew his hand and pinned her against the wall again, her legs rising up around him wildly, his hands cupping her face, tilting her so he could reach even deeper into her mouth.

The whole world swayed and dipped in Buffy's mind, wave after wave of desire shaking her body, and every inch of her skin felt flushed and more sensitive than it had ever been, craving his touch. He felt good, just so good, hot and strong and right, that even the strange circumstances of their union were affected, and the rough wall behind her transformed to feel incredible against her. Even as drunk as they were, Giles was still holding it together enough to drive her insane.

At last, his hands moved to her hips, and Buffy thrust against him in response, wrapping her legs tighter around him. Giles moved his mouth away and looked at her, his green eyes intense, dark, if a little unfocussed.

"Are you sure?" he slurred, holding her tightly. Buffy nodded and pulled his close to kiss his mouth. Giles responded, taking over the kiss, then worked his way across the top of her chest, kissing all the exposed flesh he could find, then switched to press his lips against her ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he said harshly, biting her earlobe and even her neck.

"Yes," Buffy said, choked with desire, hands running up his back. She tilted her hips for him, unashamed, hands grabbing at his firm butt, and Giles entered her suddenly, pushing her against the rough wall. "Giles!" she screamed as he began to thrust into her, taking her as hard as he promised, his cock wider and heavier than anything Buffy had felt before. He stretched her, pushing his whole body against her, making her lift up and down on his hips, one hand under her skirt, keeping her panties to one side and pushing her nether lips wider open with his fingers. Buffy shut her eyes, feeling delirious, her mouth hanging open, squeezing herself tightly around his hard shaft, wanting to feel all of him. He pushed her hips against the wall so he could pull further out of her with every thrust, hammering his hard length back inside her, inches sliding back and forth, his body shaking with passion. He lifted his hips with every blow to scrape himself against her clitoris, and Buffy felt herself beginning to come.

"Fuck, Giles!" she bellowed at the top of her voice, pulling his head down on her shoulder roughly. He groaned back, taking her even harder, and Buffy realised triumphantly that they were both coming at once, his sperm shooting inside her as she seized him greedily. It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt, this man's pleasure reflecting her own, the absolute union of the feelings that overtook them both as his cock struck deep inside her.

They moved together long after Buffy's vision cleared, shifting jerkily, as if unable to believe that what had happened could ever end.

Buffy shook as she came down, her hands uncontrollably beating against his skin. He captured one hand in his, his hand slick with her juices, and kissed her fingers, eyes shut, taking the tip of each digit in his mouth and sucking it, tongue tasting her skin. Buffy watched his face, fighting to control her breath, still moving her hips restlessly against his shaft.

"Let's go home," he said abruptly, and she didn't need to be told that he meant his home. She nodded wordlessly and he pulled out of her, making her cry out as his cock slid past her clit again. He hushed her with a deep kiss as he zipped himself up again, letting her skirt fall over her ravished body. Buffy wound her arms around his neck, wanting him inside her, then pulled away as he dragged her body against his, one arm around her waist. "Come on."

The dark roads were thankfully deserted as they staggered along. They had to stop four times on the way back to kiss, when it got too hard to walk with their mouths joined. Each time lasted for less, as they pulled away to hurry towards the watcher's house.

His block was quiet as they arrived, holding hands, the world still rocking around her as Buffy moved. Giles had trouble unlocking his door, and Buffy ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his shoulders, his butt with hands still trembling with desire.

"You're using the wrong keys," she observed in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Giles said, bringing his keys absurdly close to examine them. "Oh yes. Magic shop." A second later, the door was open, and Giles turned to scoop Buffy up and carry her inside.

Their found each other's mouths immediately as they struggled inside, kicking the door shut behind them, eyes shut, hands running over each other frantically. Giles dropped to his knees to pull her skirt off and help her out of her shoes, and Buffy unhooked her earrings as he did, then struggled to get out of her top. He stood and they worked his jacket, tie and shirt off between them, the buttons presenting a challenge in their drink and desire heightened state. He stepped out of his pants and shoes a second later, and Buffy launched herself at him, feeling their naked bodies coming together for the first time.

They staggered towards the stairs, kissing hard, before Buffy's legs gave out on her. He followed her down, landing on top of her in a heap of hot flesh and grabbing hands. Shoving furniture out of the way, Giles rolled to create a space for them on the floor, mouth still moving over hers, claiming her as his. Buffy grabbed at every part of his body she could reach, feeling his hot skin and hard muscles in her hands, his long limbs stretched out above and around hers. Even despite their encounter around the side of the hardware shop, her core was more aroused than she had ever felt, hot and throbbing between her legs. She cried out loud when he slid his hard length over her opening, squeezing her backside with one hand, the other still cupped around her face as he kissed her, and she reached down to guide him back inside.

Instead of repeating the frantic pace of their first time, Giles was motionless inside her, seemingly occupied with their kiss. His lips and teeth captured hers, tongue surging inside her mouth, hands touching her instinctively. Buffy thrust against him, and he broke away from her mouth, lowering his head and thrusting back. His cock filled her, making her overflow, nether lips caught tightly against his shaft, pulled back and forward by the force of his thrusts. He changed technique, burying himself hilt-deep inside her and bucking his hips, making them both thud against the rug. They began to move uncontrollably backwards until Buffy braced herself with one hand on the bottom step. Giles groaned, the position sending him even deeper, and Buffy wrapped her legs around him, gasping, spinning into another noisy climax. He kept stroking her as she came, obviously on the brink of an orgasm himself, and Buffy squeezed him encouragingly as she came down.

She smiled as he lost control of himself, raining kisses on her face and neck as he blew more seed inside her, coming in several hard thrusts, piercing her body with his. They were both shaking as he came down, wrapped around each other, panting heavily. Regaining her breath first, Buffy began to kiss him, his open mouth, cheeks, burning neck and shoulders, running her hands over his chest hair. She had never felt anything like this, even under the influence of the spirits that had taken over her and Riley at that party, there had been nothing like the unspoken, insatiable desire she felt for the man beside her now. Riley's young hands had never touched her like this, with such roaming passion, such intense, concentrated hunger for her body.

"Upstairs," he suggested after a while, and sat up when she nodded. Buffy went up the stairs first, leaning heavily on the banister, and paused to take in the sight of his huge bed, waiting for them at the top of the stairs. He wrapped both arms around her from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders, rubbing his hands over her stomach and down to her coarse hair. Buffy leant back against him as he stroked her, feeling his warm body wrapped around hers, his wet cock pressing into her back.

Giles walked them both forwards until Buffy crawled on to his bed, slowly, him following, stretched over her back. The position naturally gave them both ideas, although Buffy took his hand as he reached down, braced above her, and slid his fingers over her core again.

"Sure you can go again?" she asked, too aroused to care if she bruised his ego. He responded by growling and biting into her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.

"Wait and see," he said, pushing her legs further open roughly with one hand. Buffy pushed back against him, eyes closed in ecstasy, as he kissed a line up and down her back. Leaning back, Giles took her backside in both hands and kissed each cheek, biting into her soft flesh. Buffy pushed herself harder against him.

"Giles…" she asked, and he hushed her.

"Shhh," he murmured, settling over her back again, cock pressed between her butt. Buffy lifted herself to him, and he pushed himself into her.

The sudden presence of his cock sent Buffy backwards until Giles was sitting up, on his heels, cock firmly embedded within her. They thrust against each other, both moaning uncontrollably at the contact, the neat folds of his bed ruined as Buffy clutched the covers in bliss. Her legs slid backwards until Giles was crowded between them, thrusting upwards, his thumb between her legs to rub her clit.

He felt so good inside her, his shaft wet and slick from their last encounter, yet still hot and hard within her.

"God, Buffy," he moaned, squeezing her backside with one hand as his thumb expertly teased her clit. "You feel so good, I want to fuck you all night."

Hearing Giles use such strong language, her book-obsessed, ex-tweed ridden Giles's voice rough with passion, made Buffy groan and abandon herself to the rhythm of their thrusts.

"More," she begged, feeling his bed beneath her breasts, and he swapped his thumb on her clit for two fingers which took her as completely as the whole bodies of every other man she had slept with.

She came suddenly, writhing against the bed, tingling sparks of pleasure rippling through her, driving every hair on end. He kept thrusting as she tried to regain her breath, taking her deeper, moving his cock from side to side with each blow, until he came, grabbing her hips to impale her deeper on his length, slapping her backside with his groin and exploding inside her, making her scream out his name and come again, from that alone.

They came apart immediately, and Buffy turned to hold him, both lying sideways across the big bed, tangling arms and legs, almost trying to climb inside each other's skin.

They kissed for long minutes, winding themselves together, stroking each other with arms and legs and hands. Buffy was shaking, first from the intensity of their lovemaking, then more as the cold night air froze her damp skin.

"Under the covers," Giles suggested, and they drew apart long enough to climb under his duvet before settling back into each other's arms. She traced a line over his skin, across his face, down his neck and over his shoulders, fascinated by every detail of the man beside her. He watched her quietly.

"You're amazing," she murmured, looking into his eyes. Giles bent his head to kiss her lips gently.

"Thank you," he said eventually. She giggled and pushed his shoulder gently.

"You're supposed to say `you too,' silly," she told him, and he smiled in reply.

"I think I'm actually supposed to refrain from fucking my slayer in an alley late at night when she's seeing another man," he corrected, and Buffy pouted.

"Shut up," she said, and kissed him again, harder.

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