Title: Fluking 4/4
Author: Saint Buffy
Feedback: gives me a happy.
Disclaimer: I assert no claim to the characters, stories or concept
of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
They stared at each other, perhaps seven feet apart. Giles moved his hands restlessly, straightening his shirt, fixing his tie, before he jammed them into his pockets. Buffy stared up at him and wished that the hellmouth would open up and swallow her.
They both spoke at once.
"What do-"
"Giles, I-"
And stopped.
"Sorry," he said, waving a hand towards her. "Please."
Buffy took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up this morning," she said in a rush. He stared at her. "I shouldn't have run off, it's just that I was…" she couldn't meet his eyes. "I was confused, I guess, and I didn't know what to say if you woke up."
His eyes finally left her, and he took his glasses off for the inevitable unnecessary clean.
"`Good morning', is the standard thing to say, I believe," he said. Buffy shut her eyes briefly. He was mad. Could she blame him?
She took a step towards him, making Giles look up.
"I'm sorry," she said again. Then another deep breath. "Next time, I promise I'll still be there when you wake up."
That got his attention.
"Next…? Buffy, are you-"
"Yes," she said, before he could finish his sentence. She closed the gap, reaching to hold his hands and his glasses and his handkerchief between them. He stared down at her, searching her eyes to see if she meant it. "I broke up with Riley. Well, I told him that I slept with you. I guess you already know that though, `cos of the-"
His lips on hers silenced her. Buffy shut her eyes as they kissed, their hands entwined, lips pressed softly together.
"Buffy, I love you," he said as they parted, his voice more serious than she had ever heard it. He replaced his glasses quickly, freeing up his hands to cup her face. "I mean, I'm in love with you." She reached up and touched his lips.
"I know," she said. "I love you. Definitely not as a father," she added, and he chuckled softly. "Definitely as the man I've been in love with for ages, without knowing it."
She watched him as he stared down at her for a long moment, seemingly speechless. In the end, she shivered as he slowly brought his head down to meet her lips again.
The kiss quickly heightened as they drew together. Buffy opened her mouth for his tongue and groaned as he thrust it inside her, renewing the claim he had made to her body in the night. She wound her arms around his neck and shoulders to bring him closer, reaching up on the balls of her feet as they kissed hungrily, her fingers curling up in his hair. He lifted her more, trying to even the gap between their heights, and they staggered a little on their feet, their mutual passion overwhelming.
Buffy reluctantly drew away, feeling the blood surge through her heated body. He searched her eyes again, seeming fascinated, his pupils blooming with desire.
"This isn't really the place," he murmured apologetically, smoothing back her hair with one hand. Buffy nodded, her breath still uneven.
"I think last night satisfied my exhibitionist streak," she said, remembering their first time. Giles's eyes darkened further and he bent to kiss her again. This time they pulled away just as the heat between them rose again.
"Are you sure?" he questioned, running a line of hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she tilted her head back for him.
"Mmm…" was all Buffy could manage as he teased her throat, pulling her hips closer to his. She braced her arms on his shoulders, hanging on as he kissed her.
Their mouths found each other's again.
"Maybe if we were really quiet," Buffy murmured between kisses.
"Or maybe if we were really loud… they would think we were training," Giles replied. Buffy giggled and pulled away.
"Giles!" she said, shocked but delighted, running her hands over his chest and shoulders. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off him, despite their agreement, despite the looming presence of their friends on the other side of an unlocked door. She slipped her hand beneath his tie, up the line where his shirt met, and Giles swore under his breath.
"Come on," he said roughly, and picked her up around the waist. Buffy bit back a squeal.
"Giles!" she hissed as he walked them both over to the couch against the far wall. "What if-"
He hushed her, lowering her on to the couch, his mouth covering her concerns. Buffy reached to push him away, but the gesture somehow got lost in the translation and she ended up pulling him closer as his hands began to work the top of her pants.
They moved round until Giles was sitting on the couch, straddled by his slayer. Buffy pulled back from his mouth long enough to grab his belt, fingers impatient to open him. He leant forward, hands deep under her top, running his tongue across the base of her neck.
They drew apart long enough to pull away their pants, Buffy standing herself up on her knees, her groin now level with his head. Giles took her butt in his hands, pulling her closer, sliding down on the couch to get better access. Buffy braced her hands on the back of the couch as his tongue explored her, following an imaginary line up and down her sex, in and out of her secret folds and over her throbbing clitoris. She almost cried out as he changed the shape of his strong tongue, pointing it to thrust it harder against her, his lips opening to cover as much of her as possible. Buffy began to buck her hips uncontrollably against his mouth, unable to stop a low groan from escaping her.
She sat down in his lap again abruptly, finding his mouth to pour her censored feelings into him. Their hands fought to clear the space between them as they kissed. Buffy felt Giles's hands on her backside again, and she groaned into his mouth as he guided her down on to his waiting shaft, impaling her, filling her again.
They set a fast pace, rocking and thrusting against each other, her wet core making them slide effortlessly together. Buffy fought the urge to scream out his name as Giles thrust one hand under her top, over her stomach and breasts. He thrust harder, each blow taking her off the couch and back down again, pulling her hips down, his other hand returning to rub her clit with his thumb.
"God- Giles…" Buffy moaned, only just managing to keep her voice down, driving her hips against him harder and harder. He hushed her, kissing her mouth quickly, then breaking away for a growl of his own as they thrust harder, bodies rocking together, grinding, his cock buried so deep inside her it took all of her concentration not to scream as loud as she could. A few more unbearably sweet thrusts took them both to the edge, and Buffy came, rushing against him, hands braced on his damp shoulders. Giles followed her, swearing into her breasts as he spurted his seed inside her again.
They came down together, clinging to each other, their breath heavy and uncontrollable. Their mouths met as their breathing evened out, tongues fusing again. Buffy pulled away to kiss his neck, his strong jaw, running her fingers through his hair and over his shirt.
"How's your exhibitionist streak doing now?" he asked in a low voice.
"Just fine," Buffy said, and kissed his mouth again, deeply, exploring him with her tongue. She shuddered as he sucked gently on her tongue, grazing it with his teeth, thrusting his hips to emphasise where they were still joined.
He stopped her when she tried to pull away, his hands tightening on her hips.
"Giles…" Buffy said softly, kissing the side of his face. "What if someone comes in?"
He kissed her mouth for a long moment. "Easy," he replied eventually, moving his attention to the side of her neck. "We could say it was an accident."
END