Title: Possession 4/4
Author: Saint Buffy
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Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
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They woke up at the same time, both jolted awake by the same crash as Dawn knocked something over in the bathroom. For a moment Buffy lay completely still, eyes wide, heart racing, feeling Giles tense equally behind her.
He was still in the bed. Buffy cursed inwardly. They had intended for Giles to have relocated back to the sofa in the early hours, so as not to arouse the suspicions of the house. But that hadn't happened. Buffy reflected that hours of passionate love, first in the kitchen, of all places, then upstairs in her room, didn't lead to an early start the next day.
During the night they had somehow tangled together so much that she wondered how she hadn't woken. His arms were wrapped around her, one curled beneath her neck and stretched out along her pillow to where their hands were joined. His other arm was wrapped around her stomach, so snugly it curved right round under her, pulling her close. Buffy's fingers were entwined over his here too; her head was snuggled against his shoulder, turned into him, his chin resting against the curve of her neck. Even their legs were interlocked.
The sudden flaring between her thighs was echoed in the hardness pressed into Buffy's backside. Buffy resisted the temptation to press herself even closer against him, to tease the naked heat she felt against her skin. They lay still, neither wanting to admit to being awake and therefore deal with the reality of their waking.
Eventually Giles cleared his throat. Buffy turned around to see his face and they untangled slightly, both with the same careful look in their eyes. They stared at each other in silence as Joyce began to yell at Dawn over whatever breakage had occurred.
"Buffy," Giles murmured, not letting go of her despite the almost comic, desperate look on his face. The argument outside rose to another level as they drew together, cautiously. Buffy tried to read the expression in Giles's eyes but all she saw was his attempt to do the same. Another crash made them flinch slightly as Buffy turned around slowly in the bed, facing him fully, and their mouths met for a cautious kiss.
The last shreds of sleep were swept from her mind as Buffy's mouth met his. Her eyes closed, body moving blindly against his to find a way to be closer. Giles's hand ran down her spine, then back up, slowly, his warm mouth taking hers over and over in light touches. Buffy sucked in a breath, her hand groping up his side to lace her fingers into his hair as they deepened the kiss, mouths opening together, exploring and caressing. The heat between them increased until Giles pushed her down into the bed, following her, rolling on top and kissing her harder as the familial dispute raged on outside the door.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, and Buffy looked up into his face, stroking his hair as he stared down at her in wonder. Distantly she heard Dawn's voice rising, delivering a final shot before her bedroom door slammed and her footsteps stomped around the room. Giles seemed barely to notice the noise, touching Buffy's face tenderly, the tips of his fingers tracing over her features, and lowered his head to brush soft kisses over her.
He brushed her mouth again and they kissed, limbs tangling, filled with urgency and tenderness. The only sound in the room was the soft rush of the sheets around them, the sudden inhalations of breath as a hand strayed or lingered. Outside the room, the pipes rattled as Joyce went into the shower; a dog barked in the street below, and the tree in the garden rustled gently in the wind.
"They'll know you're in here, by now," Buffy murmured. Giles took her hand in his and began to kiss his way up the underside of Buffy's arm, biting gently into the soft skin.
"Yes," he replied, his tone equally muted, mouth curving round to kiss her shoulder. Buffy curled her arm around his head.
"So we're not caring about that then," she prompted. Giles's head rose to look at her.
"Do you?" he asked, voice still low.
"No," she said. "I mean, I wasn't expecting that we would sleep so late, or…" she fluttered her hand between them. "And it's a little strange…" He looked away, fingers suddenly fascinated with the corner of the sheet. She cupped his face to bring his eyes back to hers. "Giles. A little strange, but it's…" she couldn't find the right words, and shrugged. "Us."
He smiled. In the background, the persistent banging on a door signified the start of the second round of mother-daughter conflict. His head bent back down, and they kissed again, harder.
The arousal they both already felt was intensified as his sleep-warm body came down against hers. Buffy felt her back arch involuntarily, her heels sliding up the bed around his legs. Giles's hand slid around to her back, stroking her skin as his other hand cupped her face. Buffy broke away from his mouth to kiss his face, his neck. She let her hands run over him, feeling the strength and warmth she had delighted in during the night.
"I love you," she said, not for the first time. He lifted her face back up and kissed her again.
"I'm yours," he replied. The familiar dispute outside grew fainter, the protagonists moving downstairs. Giles's hand strayed to her breast, and Buffy moaned softly, pushing herself up into his hand.
They kissed again, more intensely, moving more urgently. His mouth followed his hand, mouthing soft kisses round the skin of first one breast then the other. Buffy raked a hand over his back, one foot rubbing against his long leg as his mouth moved down her stomach, brushing over the soft skin above her sex.
"Giles," she murmured, as softly as she could manage. "Now." Her hands were grabbing at his shoulders, trying to bring him back up, her legs wide and hungry for him. He moved up quickly, pushing her hips down, and settled himself over her, showering kisses on her face. Buffy kissed every inch of skin that came before her, so absorbed in the smell and taste of him she cried out in soft surprise when the tip of his cock entered her.
He pushed himself in slowly, fitting more smoothly then he had the first time. Buffy held her breath, wondering if she would ever get used to the feeling of him inside her, his wide, hot shaft in welcome completion with her body. She let the breath out and they started thrusting, moving as slowly as she could bear, then faster as she began to lose control.
Giles kissed her neck and shoulders, braced above her on his elbows. "I love you so much," he said, thrusting his hips harder against her. Buffy could hardly speak, hardly think, concentrated totally on the feel of his body on hers, the passionate hush of his breath, the urgent hardness inside her. He thrust again, deeply, and Buffy came, clutching at his arms and backside, waves of joy soaking through her.
He waited tenderly while Buffy gasped for breath, her muscles sedated, wondering if she would ever be able to move again. A testing thrust answered her question, as she tilted her hips for him again, more focused this time on his pleasure than hers. His built pace quickly, small groans of pleasure escaping him with every stroke. Buffy watched his face almost wonderingly, amazed that she was the source of his happiness, that they could give each other so much. She was caught by surprise as he changed angle, pushing his cock over her clitoris and almost making her scream out loud. Buffy swallowed the shout as Giles grinned down at her, repeating the stroke, harder, then his eyes shut, his face hardened, his body coming down against hers and they were both grabbing at each other's skin desperately as they came together.
For a moment Giles lay on top of her, completely spent, his body heavy and relaxed, damp with sweat. Buffy wrapped her arms around him and lay back, feeling the blessed weight of her lover and thinking of nothing but the simple pleasure of being with him. Then Giles stirred.
"No," Buffy complained softly as he slid out of her. He gave her a quick consoling kiss.
"We should get up," Giles said apologetically, rolling to one side. Buffy sighed.
"I guess," she said reluctantly. They kissed again, mouths lingering, then Buffy broke away. "Shower," she murmured, sitting up. Giles lay back, watching her sleepily. Buffy smiled at him, slipping on her bathrobe, and went to the bathroom.
Everything was quiet downstairs. Buffy showered quickly, hoping she could avoid her mother until both she and Giles were showered and dressed appropriately. Or maybe until they were married. Or when the first baby came along. She heard a footstep in the hall below as she tried to slip back towards her room, and darted through the door as her mother's voice wafted up the stairs.
"Buffy?"
She shut the door quietly.
Giles was asleep on the bed, still half sitting up in bed, his head lolling on his neck. The covers were pulled up loosely around his waist, leaving his chest bare, the tattoo on his arm showing clearly. Buffy smiled, still standing by the door, taking in the sight of her watcher. Her love, sprawled and content in her bed. She half wanted to pull him into her arms, wake him up, kiss his face and his mouth and take his nipples, showing up against his pale skin, and taste them again. And she half wanted to carry on watching him sleep for as long as she could, learning every detail of him until it was lodged in her heart.
"Buffy?" her mother's voice was closer, still carrying lingering anger from her fight with Dawn. Buffy took another long took at Giles, and wondered why she was hiding. She was far from ashamed at having him in her bed, she thought, feeling a surge of quiet pride. He was hers, and she was his. That was all that counted.
Quietly, Buffy opened the door and slipped out, shutting it behind her.
"Hey Mom," she said.
"Morning, Buffy," Joyce said, hesitating in the hallway. She nodded towards Buffy's bedroom. "Is… is Rupert…?" Her hand waved at the bedroom door.
"Yeah," Buffy said, awkwardly. Her mom's eyebrows rose, and she swallowed.
"Oh," she said, obviously trying for casual, but missing the mark by miles. Mother and daughter exchanged an awkward smile. "And did you guys manage to sort out his bed?"
"Yeah, it's all his," Buffy said, keeping her voice quiet.
"And the rest of his apartment?" Joyce asked in a whisper, still giving the bedroom door the occasional look. Buffy nodded.
"Yeah. It's a mess, but it's his." Sounds of someone moving around in Buffy's room reached them both, and Joyce moved away as Buffy turned back towards the door, smiling to herself. "It's all his."
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