Title: Travelling Light
Author: Saint Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/G
Spoilers: Not really. This is set any time in post Riley S5.
Feedback: Is a wonderful thing…
Disclaimer: They're not mine, please don't sue.
Summary: Giles is going away, and Buffy decides to help him pack.
However, the contents of his suitcase soon puts a much better idea in
her head.
"Giles!" Buffy sung out as she came into his apartment. "Giles?"
"Up here," he called down from the loft. Buffy turned and headed for the stairs.
"Hey Giles, I just got back from patrol and-" she stopped talking when she saw his bedroom. Giles stood by his dresser, a shirt in one hand. Clothes were piled in rough heaps on his bed, and there was a suitcase open on a chair. "You're going away?"
"Just for three nights," he said, turning towards her. Buffy backed up a few steps.
"You're going away, and you didn't tell me?" she asked, voice rising.
"I came round earlier, and phoned, but you were out," Giles said gently, sitting back on the edge of his bed. Buffy folded her arms.
"I was shopping with Willow. You couldn't have told me yesterday?"
"I, I didn't know yesterday. A friend of mine called this morning, inviting me to a conference. He's an expert in sub-Saharan… he's an historian."
Buffy sat down on the edge of Giles's dresser, feeling awkward.
"Oh," she said. "Okay. When are you leaving?"
"First thing tomorrow," he replied. "I'll give you the number of the hotel where I'll be staying. You can call, any time, if you need me," Giles said, reaching into his wallet. He offered Buffy a card, and she took it silently and pushed it into a pocket without looking.
"Expert in sub-Saharan what?" she asked, feeling more like herself. Giles smiled.
"Tribal culture," he supplied. "He'll be giving a lecture on it… quite fascinating, really," he finished, looking down at his hands with an embarrassed smile. He turned back to the piles on the bed. "I should get on with this."
Buffy watched as he folded a pair of pants and pushed them into his case.
"You shouldn't put those down there. You're taking those books?" she said, standing up and gesturing to a pile of books on a chair. Giles nodded.
"Yes."
"You should put those in first, they're heavier. And fold your pants like this," Buffy said, taking them out of the case. "God, I know I pack bad, but at least I know how to fold."
"Thank you," Giles said dryly, leaning back, propping himself on his arms as Buffy pushed the pants further into his case. Buffy looked up at him, leaning casually on his bed, shirt open at the neck, hair fluffed up, watching her with an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She couldn't help noticing he looked as sexy as hell. Even though it was Giles, and she wasn't supposed to think about him like that, it didn't change the animal attraction she felt when their eyes met, or when she took in the strong line of his shoulders, the power of his chest.
"You want me to help you pack?" she asked, a little hoarsely. He shrugged.
"I didn't know I had a choice," he said, still looking at her with that slight smile, eyes playful. Buffy looked down and grabbed a sweater, feeling the soft material stroke her fingers as she folded it, imagining the feel of her watcher's strong arms under the sleeves. She cleared her throat.
"You need all the help you can get," she said, more business-like. Giles sat up and began to sort through the piles of his things.
"I have done this before, you know," he said mildly. Buffy glared.
"You've got enough shirts here to last six weeks. Where are you going, a hell dimension?"
Giles glared back at her and began to fold his shirts.
"Are you sure you don't have anything better to do?" he asked tiredly. Buffy pouted and continued to trawl through the piles of clothes on his bed.
"I'm only trying to help," she said. "I know what it's like, remember? It's hard not to bring your entire wardrobe." She came across a pile of underwear, sensible black boxers and socks, and decided that she didn't want to think about that. The intimacy of the situation suddenly struck home- she was in Giles's bedroom, sitting on his bed, going through his clothes, his scent all around them, seeing his boxers for the first time.
"I am not bringing my entire wardrobe," he said, glaring at her again and snatching his underwear out of sight. He stuffed the pile into his suitcase, and Buffy sighed at the haphazard way he pushed his things in, although there was no way she was going to organise *that* part of his luggage. She was already reaching her embarrassment threshold, but the Stubborn Buffy part of her wouldn't let her give in now.
"And for God's sake," she said, pulling yet another thick sweater out of his suitcase. Giles leapt forward to stop her.
"Buffy, I-"
"-It's summer, you won't need-" Buffy saw what was hidden beneath the sweater and choked on her words. "Condoms?"
He snatched his sweater out of her hand, bright red, but threw it on his bed instead of back into the case.
"Please, Buffy, I am perfectly capable of packing by myself," he said awkwardly. Buffy refused to let him distract her.
"Condoms?" she repeated, reaching in to grab a pack before she knew what she was doing. "Ribbed? Bumper- *two packs*?!"
"They really are none of your business," Giles replied in his nicest keep-out-of-it voice. Buffy ignored him.
"Two packs," she repeated, doing the math. "You're only going for three days!" Giles sat on the edge of his bed and sighed.
"I always find that one should- it's best to be prepared."
"Prepared!" Buffy echoed, then realised she was acting a little crazily. She threw the pack back into his case hurriedly and moved away a few paces, trying to calm herself down. "I guess so."
"I need some things from the bathroom," Giles said, and thankfully
left her alone.
As soon as Giles's back disappeared into the corridor leading to
bathroom, Buffy turned back to his case and rummaged through it,
looking for any other incriminating additions. Realising what she was
doing, the slayer sat heavily on her watcher's bed. What was she
looking for? A pair of fur lined cuffs? Less sensible underwear?
"I'm going crazy," Buffy said out loud, fiddling with one of the
shirts on his bed. A red one, she noticed.
Buffy leapt away from the bed and began to pace the small bedroom.
Giles wouldn't sneak off to see someone without telling her, she told
herself, although she knew that might not be true. He always got so
embarrassed whenever… this stuff came up, he *would* probably just
make something up. He might just do that.
"Buffy?" a voice asked from the doorway. Giles came in, clutching a
bag of things from the bathroom.
"Are you really going to a conference?" she asked before she could
stop herself, then winced. "I'm sorry-"
Giles opened his mouth, looking confused, then his eyes switched to
his case and back.
"You think I'm- Buffy!" he said, angered. "I wouldn't lie to you
about where I was going."
"Wouldn't you?" Buffy replied defensively, then saw that the
conversation was spinning out of control. "I'm sorry."
"Of course not! You're the most important-" he stopped himself,
although Buffy felt a flush go through her at his heated words. Most
important? "I'm not meeting anyone, Buffy, there's…" he sighed and
sat on his bed, fiddling with the bag he was holding. "There's no one
to meet." He studied the bag in his hands. Buffy stared down at him.
"Most important?" she managed eventually. He looked up at her,
seeming surprised.
"Of course," he said, without hesitation, letting the bag fall on to
his bed. Buffy slid down next to him, slowly, unable to take her eyes
from him. "What is it?"
"Nothing," she murmured, twisting so that she was facing him,
studying her watcher's face intently. He looked back, open, watching
her expressions change patiently. "I just never really thought about-"
"About what?" he murmured, moving to face her as well, one hand
reaching out to rest on her knee. Buffy shivered at his touch. His
eyes drew her in, dark, captivating, their colour indescribably true.
She reached out a hand and rested it on his cheek, feeling the rough
prickle of his evening stubble against her fingers, and watched as a
shudder went through him and he closed his eyes.
"I don't know," she said, unable to remember what she had been
thinking before she touched him. He opened his eyes again, watching
her quietly, and images and ideas spiralled through her mind; his red
shirt beneath them, green eyes, the sharpness of his beard, the
condoms in his suitcase. Her first finger slipped over his cheek to
touch his lips, softly parted, his breath caressing her skin. Buffy
shook herself, and began to rise.
"I should-"
He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, pulling her down, his
other hand rising to touch the back of her neck and guide her head as
his mouth met hers.
They pulled together immediately, arms snaking around each other's
backs, hands clinging to clothes. His mouth slanted over hers,
hungry, tilting her head with one hand, tongue striking over her
lips. Buffy rearranged her legs so they could cling even closer to
each other, her legs curving around his waist. Giles's bag of
bathroom accessories fell to the floor, followed by three books and
his wallet, but nothing could distract the slayer from the feel of
her watcher's mouth against hers, his hot breath, strong hands
bringing her closer. He teased her, kiss her lips over and over until
she leant against him helplessly, wrapped in his arms, then he pushed
his tongue into her mouth, exploring carefully, stroking her back and
her neck with one hand.
They sent more things to the floor as they fell slowly back into the
bed. Buffy moaned against his mouth as Giles lowered her down, lying
half on top of her, kissing her deeply, his mouth incredibly
satisfying. Her hands began to explore, timidly at first, growing
more bold, running over his solid shoulders, through his hair, down
his back, feeling the warm give of his flesh under her hands. He
swept one hand blindly over the bed, shoving piles of clothes and
things to the floor, growing more passionate. Buffy responded,
moaning uncontrollably as his hand swept a wide path from her neck,
across her chest, over her stomach and down to grip her waist.
They broke apart, mouths moving to explore other areas. Buffy
stretched out as Giles kissed her neck, weaving her fingers into his
hair.
A stray leg sent another pile of papers to the floor, and they both
began to laugh. He pulled away.
"Where are you going?" Buffy asked, holding on to his hand, suddenly
afraid. Giles smiled down at her, resting the backs of his fingers on
her cheek.
"I think we're going to need a bit more room," he said, his voice
sounding strange- different to the usual Giles-tone. Less well
controlled. Buffy loved it. She smiled up at him, and sat up, helping
him move his things to the floor.
"Well, I did say I'd help you pack," she said, pushing the last of
his things to one side. Giles laughed and turned back to her, pulling
her into his arms.
"You did," he murmured, the heat in his voice making her shiver as he
bent to kiss her.
Seconds later, Buffy was on her back, arms wrapped desperately around
him, her breath coming erratically as Giles kissed everything his
inquisitive mouth could find. His hands appeared under her shirt, and
they moved to lift it off between them. Her skirt soon joined the
heaps of clothes on the floor, and his shirt vanished somehow,
neither of them able to move fast enough. Soon they were both naked,
and Buffy was almost screaming out her pleasure as Giles moved over
her, kissing, biting, stroking her with his hands and his tongue,
claiming her. She touched him, everywhere she could, his hot skin
more sensual than anything she had felt before. The hair on his
chest, his breath against her, his scent pressed into her skin, all
sent unbearable shivers though her. His hands strayed down, rubbing
the inside of her thighs as his mouth worked over her front. He
massaged her legs, teasing her with warm, big hands, and sucked
softly on her nipples. Buffy writhed against him, legs spreading of
their own accord, her feet sliding up his legs.
Giles moved up, sliding his arms beneath her and meeting her mouth
for a deep kiss, driving every hair on Buffy's body on end. Nothing
in the world could possibly be better than this, she thought, the
feeling of their bodies together, the weight of his chest spreading
her breasts, his hips nestled between her thighs.
He moved slightly against her as they kissed, sending his cock up and
down, coarse curls of hair rubbing against the soft skin of her
thigh. Buffy moved her hand down, revelling in the flushed skin
around her, then reached for his cock, touching it experimentally,
discovering hardness and heat. She slid her fingers down his length,
eyes widening when she realised how big he was, and he tore his mouth
away to swear against her neck, thrusting into her hand. Buffy smiled
wickedly and repeated the action, twice as slowly, making him fight
to stay in control of himself.
"Stop it," he told her, grabbing her wrist firmly and dragging her
hand from the place where they were joined. He kissed her, hard, his
tongue battling with hers. They clung together more violently, hands
grabbing skin and hair, Buffy's legs wrapped around him until Giles
pushed her thighs apart with his hands, impatient, mouth still on
hers. Buffy opened her eyes to watch eagerly as his slim hips
descended over hers, fitting himself to her, the tip of his cock
pressing against her opening. Their eyes met. Giles smiled down at
her, arms enclosing, and watched as he moved his shaft up and down
over her. Buffy choked out a cry, grabbing his butt to try and bring
him closer.
"Giles," she begged, slanting her hips for him, open and careless.
With a slow smile, her watcher cupped her backside and slid the first
inch of his cock inside her.
Buffy sucked in her breath as he advanced, feeling the walls of her
vagina stretch to accommodate him, arching her back. Her eyes closed
ecstatically, her body and mind focussed on the smooth entry.
Finally, they both gasped as he was fully embedded, the heat between
them making Buffy feel almost as if they were being fused together.
She moved her hips, wonderingly, feeling him inside her, and he began
to thrust in response, deliberately, staying in control while Buffy
felt hers slipping away with every pounding lunge of his hips. He
seemed to surge inside her with his whole body, taking her not only
with his cock, but from every last place he had, scoring her with
kisses, driving her wild.
"All right?" he asked tightly, looking down at her with a mixture of
wonder and desire. Buffy nodded.
"Giles…" she said, rising against him, unable to string two words
together. His smile changed to a look of masculine pride and he
lowered his head to tease her neck and shoulders, tilting her hips at
the same time. Buffy cried out when he thrust again, faster, striking
deep into the upper wall of her vagina, and she completely lost
control, heaving against him as she came.
"Gi…. God!" she screamed into his neck, pulling him closer still,
hands clutching at her watcher's body. He waited until she was still,
breathing hard, eyes half shut in delight, before letting his hands
stroke across her chest and stomach again. She smiled blissfully at
him as he lowered his head to kiss her breasts.
When she started to moan again at his touch, Giles began to thrust
into her again, slowly at first, then faster and harder as he began
to lose control. Buffy leant her head back, eyes shut, hips rising at
every thrust, pleasure blazing through her.
"Buffy…" Giles groaned warningly, grabbing her hips to take her
deeper.
"Giles," Buffy moaned back, on the brink of another orgasm. Neither
of them were able to remember words more complicated than names;
instead they communicated through the rhythm of their thrusts,
through shaky touches and fervent kisses, each stroke driving them
closer to the edge.
He came first, with a deep groan, and she followed, losing control as
he pushed his seed into her. He thrust over and over again, taking
her deeper, until they were spent, gasping and limp in each other's
arms.
Buffy fiddled with his hair as she came down, twirling a curl around
her finger, mind blank but for impressions of softness and
contentment. Giles stirred, pulling out, taking his weight off her
body.
"Damn," he said, eyes opening more fully.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Condom. We didn't-"
"Pill," she reassured him, and giggled at his relief.
"Should've asked first," he said apologetically, neither of them up
to full sentences yet. Buffy kissed him in reply, brushing her lips
against his, and he caught the back of her neck and pulled her
closer, kissing deeply, exploring her mouth.
Buffy sighed happily when he released her. "You got any room to pack
me in your suitcase?" she asked, running her foot up his leg. Giles
groaned softly and leant his head on her shoulder, the weight of his
head against her feeling so sweet Buffy could have cried.
"It is a double room," he observed after a moment. Buffy sighed.
"I can't. Dawn-"
"I know," Giles said, and for a while they lay in silence. He laid
one hand on her stomach, stroking her skin with his thumb, seemingly
intent on the movement. "I don't have to go, you know," he said.
Buffy ruffled his hair.
"You're looking forward to it," she said. Giles looked up.
"I was," he admitted. "Before my slayer ambushed me in my own
bedroom."
His teasing lead to a short tickling tussle, which inevitably lead to
more kissing, Giles leaning over her, pinning one arm to the bed. He
let go of her mouth and began to work his way down her front again.
"I did not ambush you," Buffy said.
"Mmm," he replied, muffled against her skin.
"Giles?" Buffy asked suddenly. He lifted his head up. "What are we
going to do?"
He hesitated, then came back up to pull her into his arms. He kissed
her again, softly, and Buffy knew he was prevaricating instead of
answering her question but it felt so good she let him.
"Talk when I get back?" Giles asked eventually, watching for her
reaction. Buffy nodded.
"Lots of heavy Buffy thinking to do, then," she said lightly. Giles
smiled at her and kissed her again. She smiled at how affectionate he
suddenly was, open and generous with himself, the opposite of the
reserved, cool man she had once taken him for.
"I don't want to put any pressure on you," he said in a low voice.
They lay back, still wrapped together, yet thinking separate thoughts.
"Want me to help you pack?" Buffy offered again after a while.
"There'll be certain things I won't be taking, now," Giles noted, and
Buffy smiled inwardly.
"You packed way too much anyway," she said. Giles leant to kiss her
shoulder.
"Yes, well, neither of us are ones for travelling light," he said a
little uncomfortably. Buffy turned to him, shuffling round in the bed
to study his familiar, beloved face, lined with the past he still
carried. Her watcher- her man, now- never travelled light.
"Maybe when you get back, we can teach each other how it's done," she
said. He smiled and they kissed, lips sealing a promise for the
future.
"We'll talk," he said again as they broke apart, and Buffy suspected,
somehow, that they wouldn't have to.
END