Title: A PERFECT EVENING
Author: Sandra Pascoe
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC17...very NC17
Spoilers: Some S4
Setting: Between S4 and S5 - no angst this time.well, not much! (Hehe - only kidding!). Riley's gone home and Buffy and Giles have spent the summer talking, training and getting closer.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine etc... unfortunately...
Notes: ( ) indicates the "voice of reason" in Buffy's head - about bleeding time this spoke up! This story came about as a result of a conversation on the tweedybookguy group about what biscuits Giles would prefer! So? What's this about? Well, take some gateaux.add cream.dribble copious amounts of chocolate sauce over it.add one Rupert Giles and spread liberally. How can you resist?!

Dedication/Thanks: Thanks to Donna for the great beta! This fic is for the Tweedies - you are seriously wonderful people!

Willow glanced at Buffy's downcast face and sighed. There just had to be something ... things never seemed to stay good for long. They had barely left Giles' apartment before the smile on Buffy's face had vanished without a trace.

"Okay," said Willow, a touch of exasperation in her voice, "what's wrong?"

"Huh?" Buffy frowned at Willow, "nothing's wrong. Why would anything be wrong?"

"Because you've got exactly what you wanted and you're still not happy," replied Willow, softly. "Giles agreed that you could have the night off, he didn't fuss or complain at all ..."

"Exactly!" Interrupted Buffy. "He agreed too quickly!"

"Come on, Buffy," laughed Willow. "He knows how quiet it's been around here lately and he also knows how hard you've been working ... you deserve a night of fun and Giles agrees."

"It's not just that," replied Buffy earnestly. "Did you see the look on his face?"

"What look?" Asked Willow, completely mystified.

"It was seriously weird," Buffy frowned. "It didn't last long but it was sort of ... it was like he was almost happy that I wouldn't be going around there after patrol."

"Buffy, maybe Giles needs a night off as much as you do," Willow tried the voice of reason. "You have been spending a lot of time together recently."

"No," Buffy shook her head emphatically, "that's not it. I'm telling you there's something wrong."

Willow sighed, thrusting her hands into her pockets. What is it with those two, she thought. They spend all this time together, worry whenever they're apart, they're like ... an old married couple. The thought struck Willow like a thunderbolt, almost causing her to stop dead. Her legs were moving on pure instinct as she tried to comprehend the thoughts running through her mind. Buffy and ... and ... Giles? Suddenly it all made sense: the looks she'd intercepted on more than one occasion; Giles' fierce and ...passionate defence of Buffy whenever her honour or integrity was ever called into question; the way he'd practically fallen to pieces when Buffy had ignored him, cut him out of the loop the previous year. Giles had acted more like a spurned boyfriend than a worried father, she thought. God, why did I never see it before? Willow glanced towards Buffy and sighed. She hasn't realised yet, thought Willow, she doesn't know. What would she do if she did find out? Does Buffy feel the same? You bet she does, smiled Willow, she just needs to take that one extra step. She's so protective of Giles that sometimes it's almost scary. When she thought Giles had died last year, she was willing to do anything, sacrifice anything to revenge his death. And what about her reactions when she found Olivia in Giles' apartment? No way was that the reaction of a "daughter". Buffy acted as though Giles had cheated on her. Willow desperately tried to stop the giggles from rising. Spurned boyfriend and spurned girlfriend. God, those two are impossible. How blind can two people be?

"Will?" Buffy soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"What am I going to do?"

"Do? Buffy, there's nothing wrong with Giles. Maybe he just wants an evening to himself or..."

"Or?" Buffy leapt upon the pause, gazing intently at Willow. "Or what?"

Suddenly Willow knew what she had to say, knew that her words would spur Buffy into some sort of action and, she admitted, some of it was payback for the way Buffy had treated them all last year.

"Or," said Willow evenly, "maybe he wants to go out and have some fun. Maybe Giles has got a girlfriend."

Giles replaced the receiver and sighed happily. The perfect evening that he had dreamed of for so long was finally about to happen. No hiding, no lying, no stopping because Buffy was due back from patrol. No, he thought, this time I can truly relax ... let the evening progress to its natural conclusion. I need this time ... time away from Buffy. He groaned slightly as thoughts of her filled his mind. Her eyes, her scent, her laugh, her occasional soft, reassuring touches - you'd think I'd be used to it by now ... all those feelings whenever we're close. I love being near her but, at the same time, I hate it. I hate myself for the feelings I have ... I hate her for making me feel this way. Sometimes I even hate myself for not being able to tell her how I feel. I can't ... she'd never think of me in that way. It's a possibility she would never contemplate ... and why should she? To Buffy, I am old ... I am her friend, her Watcher ... or at least I was. She will never see me the way I see her. So instead I settle for second-best ... because I know that Buffy will never be mine. Am I wrong to do that? Wrong to ... find comfort elsewhere? Giles sighed and glanced at his watch. Right, delivery in about an hour so just time for a nice, relaxing bath. Although habitually a shower person, Giles always found himself quite unable to resist a bath when he needed a bit of pampering. He trotted up the stairs, mentally running through the rest of the evening in his mind. An exquisite meal with a full-bodied red wine, followed by a session on the sofa, before, finally, bed. Perfect, he smiled.

Night of fun ... yeah, this is SO much fun, thought Buffy as her glare caused yet another guy to have second thoughts about approaching her. She glanced towards the dance-floor, where Xander and Anya were performing one of the strangest dances she'd ever seen and Buffy smiled as she noticed Willow and Tara laughing so much that they were practically holding one another up. They're having fun ... so why am I not having fun? She sighed, her mind drifting back to her earlier conversation with Willow. Has Giles really got a girlfriend? If so, then why hasn't he told us? Buffy shrank into herself slightly as the answer to her question leapt into her mind. Because, she thought, he's probably worried about how I'll react ... I didn't exactly welcome Olivia with open arms. Yeah, well, thought Buffy, she wasn't good enough for him ... she wasn't ...

"Did you see those two?" Willow dropped down next to Buffy, still giggling.

"Yeah," replied Buffy softly, coming to a decision. She stood up, smiling down at Willow.

"I've gotta go, Will," she said. "I've got to check on something. See you tomorrow."

Buffy hurried away, not giving Willow a chance to respond.

"Where's Buffy going?" Asked Tara, as she walked up and handed a drink to Willow.

"To sort something out," smiled Willow, "hopefully."

Buffy slowed her pace as she neared Giles' apartment. Something was wrong ... but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. There was a horrible, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach - something normally associated with her "spider-sense" but there was nothing around that could possibly trigger it. Everything was quiet ... too quiet maybe ... no vampires, no demons ... nothing to distract her from the thoughts of Giles that pounded through her mind. He can't have a girlfriend, she thought almost desperately, he simply can't. (Why not?) The voice of reason in her mind countered. Because ... because ... he just can't. (Why not?) Because he's old. (No, that won't do - you haven't thought of Giles as old for quite some time ... so the question still stands: Why not?) Because it's dangerous. (No, wrong again - you have boyfriends, so what's wrong with Giles having a girlfriend?) Because he's .. he's Giles. (And? And Giles is?) Giles is ... Giles is ... mine. (There, that wasn't so bad was it?) Mine ... the word seemed to echo in her mind. Buffy took a deep breath, stopping outside Giles' apartment. Her eyes were wide in what could have been misconstrued as alarm but was in fact sudden and shocking realisation. Oh god, she thought, he's mine ... I ... want him ... I need him ... I ... I ... (Say it.) I can't. (Yes, you can. Look ... look deep in your mind ... it's always been there ... waiting for you to finally grow up and see it.) I see it, thought Buffy, I see it ... but I can't do this! It's wrong ... he's too old. (Too old? To whom?) To ... to everyone. We'll get laughed at ... insulted. (And that matters to you? That matters more than your happiness?) No ... but what will people think? How will they react? God, what will my mom do? (You can't control the reactions of others ... and you shouldn't allow them to control you.) I know ... but other people matter as well. (More than love? Other people matter more than the one chance you have at true love and happiness?) What do you mean "one chance"? Why only one chance? (Because you'll never find anyone who understands you, knows you, accepts you and loves you like Giles does.) I could ... someday ... (and you'll wait for this mythical someone and ignore the reality in front of you?) But ... it's still wrong! He's my ... mentor ... my Watcher ... my teacher. (Yeah ... right. And teachers and students have never gotten together before ... yeah ... good point.) Look, say whatever you want, but people are gonna ... my mom is gonna seriously freak. (Sometimes people surprise you.) There's going to be no surprise there. (I'm not saying it's going to be easy ... but if you love someone you have to take the chance.) Love? I never said ... (never said you loved him? About time you did then, isn't it?) I ... I don't know ... (yes, you do.) Okay ... I love him ... alright? You happy now? (Not really ... you're telling the wrong person.) What? You don't expect me to go in there and tell him? (No, of course not ... he can pick it up psychically.) Quit with the sarcasm, okay? (If you don't do this, then you may end up regretting it for the rest of your life.) And on that happy note ... (Right, that does it. I'm outta here ... go on, mess it up like you always do...) I never said I wasn't going to do it ... I just need to ... consider things. I mean, he's probably in there with some woman right now. Hello? You there? Oh please your freaking self then.

Giles cursed under his breath as he studied the contents of the fridge. He closed the door, peered around the kitchen and then threw open the fridge door again, tutting as he looked inside. Idiot, he thought, did you really expect it to be there the second time you looked? Where the bloody hell did I put it? I know I had some ... I can remember buying the bloody stuff. Giles straightened up, slamming the fridge door shut with ferocity. Bugger, he thought, eyeing the dish that was piled high with chocolate gateaux and cream. It won't taste the same without the chocolate sauce. Giles' eyes lit up as a possibility suddenly hit him. Xander, he thought, I hid it from Xander. Giles became a blur of activity as he threw open cupboard doors, quickly searching through the contents before swearing and moving on to the next. With a cry of triumph, his hand finally curled around the bottle that was hidden behind the plates in one of the cupboards. He drew it out almost reverently and sighed with relief. Perfect, he thought, my perfect evening is back on track.

Conversations with myself, thought Buffy, shaking her head wryly. So what other weirdness is gonna happen tonight? She sighed slightly and picked her way silently over to the window. Taking a deep breath, she peered inside, mentally bracing herself for what she would find. She felt her heart sink as she saw the dishes on the table ... the open bottle of wine ... wait a minute ... there's only one plate ... one glass ... and where's Giles? She looked around almost frantically before her gaze finally landed upon Giles as he stepped into the lounge. Buffy felt her heart pound at the sight of him ... it was almost as though she was seeing him for the first time. She found herself quite unable to tear her eyes away from him ... the black trousers that fit him so snugly ... the black shirt with the sleeves rolled up ... the look of intense concentration on his face as he carefully manoeuvred himself and the laden tray he was carrying over to the sofa. He placed the tray gently on the table and then sat down. As Buffy watched, wide-eyed, Giles reached out for a bottle on the tray and liberally dribbled what appeared to be chocolate sauce all over the extremely large dish of sticky dessert that had pride of place on the tray. Chocolate, she thought, Giles is alone ... eating chocolate ... comfort food ... why would Giles want comfort food? What's upset him? Maybe his "girlfriend" couldn't make it tonight. (Girlfriend? Right ... when does Giles ever have the time to find a girlfriend?) Then what is it? Why does he need chocolate? (Maybe he just likes it.) I'm not buying that. Look at the expression on his face ... it's the same one Willow has when we're on a chocolate cheer-up. What's upset him? Is it ... is it me? (Now, why would it be you?) Because of ... of what I've done to him. Is this because of last year? Is that what it's all about ... or is it something more? (Something more? Like being in love with someone who treats him like a puppy dog? Someone who expects him to always be there for her but who is never, ever there when he needs her?) A sob escaped Buffy's lips and she stepped away from the window. I've caused this ... I do it to him all the time ... I always hurt him ... I tried to stop it happening but all I've done is hurt him even more. I can't do this ... I can't keep hurting him. (Slow down ... take a deep breath. You can sort all this out by doing one simple thing.) Simple thing? Nothing's simple ... it never is. Wait a minute ... did you say "love"? Giles is ... he loves me? (What do you think this has all been about? Of course he loves you! It's in his face every time he looks at you ... and you know it.) I didn't want to ...I didn't want to see it ... I couldn't face it ... not that. (And that's why you hurt him? That's why you cut him out of the loop last year?) Yes ... each time I looked at him, I saw it. I was scared. (And now?) I'm still scared ... but not of that. I'm scared of messing this up ... scared that I'm not good enough for him ... that I never will be. I'm scared that I'll only hurt him again. (He's already hurting ... you can't hurt him much more than you already have.) Probably not. (One simple thing, remember? One simple thing and you can stop the hurt, stop the pain.) What? Buffy bit her lip nervously before the answer came to her. Oh god, she thought as she took a few deep breaths, trying desperately to calm the nervous tension that was seizing up her muscles, causing her heart to pound wildly and her palms to sweat. Right ... do it ... do it now.

Giles settled back into the sofa with a sigh, dish in hand and spoon poised. Chocolate, he thought, there really is nothing quite like it. It numbs the pain ... soothes the soul. Maybe that's how they should market it, he thought. A balm for the broken hearted ... comfort for the lovelorn. The female of the species think they're the only ones that know ... they think they're the only ones that need comfort. They're wrong ... I can't go down the alcohol road anymore ... so I discovered this. It's been so hard hiding it though. Buffy always seems to walk in right at the wrong bloody moment ... but not tonight ... tonight this is finally mine. Giles smiled as he raised a laden spoonful of gateaux, cream and chocolate sauce to his lips. He closed his eyes as he very slowly eased the dessert into his mouth. An expression of pure ecstasy crossed his face as the tastes exploded on his tongue, the sugar confection seeming to surge through every part of him, reaching even the most remote regions of his body and mind. Giles was so engrossed in the taste sensations he was experiencing that he completely missed the gentle clicks of the door opening and closing ... he never heard the soft footsteps that approached him ... but he did hear the slight scrape of the tray as it was moved along the coffee table. Giles' eyes snapped open and he gasped with surprise and more than a touch of alarm as Buffy perched herself on the edge of the table, facing him. Oh god, he thought as the panic and terror raced through him, how the hell do I explain this?

"Buffy ..." he began, "I ...um ... well ... that is ..."

Giles stopped as Buffy reached out, deftly plucking the spoon from his hand. She looked down at the dish Giles was holding and then dipped the spoon into the mound of gateaux. Their eyes locked as she carefully raised the spoon to his lips and Giles found himself unable to move, unable to speak ... he couldn't tear his gaze away from her eyes, he felt that he was slowly losing himself in them. He saw affection ... fear ... trepidation ...and something else ... something he didn't quite believe that he was seeing. With an effort, he tore his gaze away and, as he opened his mouth to speak, Buffy deftly slipped the spoon into his mouth. He automatically closed his lips around it and she slowly drew it out, the dessert sliding effortlessly onto his tongue. She watched him, her eyes bright as he chewed a few times and then swallowed. With a slightly shaky hand, Buffy moved to repeat the process but Giles grasped her wrist.

"Buffy," he said softly. "What ... what are you doing?"

"Something I should have done a long time ago," she replied, taking the dish from his unprotesting hand and placing both it and the spoon on the tray beside her. Giles swallowed nervously as Buffy slid from the table. She pushed his knees apart and knelt between them, her eyes never leaving his.

"Giles," she said, placing her hands on his thighs and causing Giles to flinch, "you know how hopeless I am with words ... so I figured a different way of doing this."

"Doing what?" Giles asked, his eyes widening as, in one quick movement Buffy leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Giles reared back as far as the sofa would allow him and pushed Buffy away. He tried not to wince at the hurt expression that crossed her face.

"I guess I deserved that," said Buffy, her voice shaking. Her head dropped, causing her hair to fall and cover her face. Giles swallowed, wanting so much to reach out and hold her close ... but he couldn't do it ... there was too much hurt, too much pain between them. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Buffy," he said quietly, "talk to me. Please ... just talk to me."

She slowly raised her head, brushing the hair away from her face and Giles was astonished to see tears in her eyes.

"Bookman's gotta have the words, eh?" She smiled slightly and shifted into a sitting position on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, lowering her head once more. "Giles, I'm not gonna be able to say this the way I want to. And probably not how you want to hear it. I'm just gonna tell you how I feel and then you can start with the inquisition afterwards, okay?"

Giles nodded, waiting with almost bated breath for Buffy to continue. His heart was pounding so much he felt sure she'd be able to hear it. He tried to relax ... tried to lean back against the sofa and appear unconcerned, but he couldn't do it ... he was tense, like a coiled spring ... waiting as Buffy composed herself, sorted her thoughts and feelings into some coherent order. Finally, she looked up at him.

"I realised something tonight, Giles," she said, her sudden, glorious smile almost taking his breath away. "Well, actually I think I finally worked something out. But before I start with that, there's something else I need to say."

"Oh?" Giles struggled to keep his voice even.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I'm sorry for what I've done to you ... sorry I hurt you so much ... sorry for damn near everything." Buffy looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I don't deserve you ... I know that. I'm not good enough for you and I never will be, but I love you Rupert Giles. I think I have for a long time ... I was just too blind and too stupid to see it ... until tonight."

Giles felt the breath rush out of him and he sagged back against the sofa. Her words seemed to echo around his head, five words in particular pounding his brain: I love you Rupert Giles. No, he thought, it can't be true ... can it? Even if it is ... can I trust this? Can I trust her? I want so much to believe ... but, after last year, do I dare lay myself open again? His heart was practically leaping up and down in his chest, his hands were shaking and his mouth was dry ... too dry. Oh god, what do I do?

"Wh .... Buffy?" He croaked, looking at her helplessly. She smiled up at him.

"What opened my eyes? Well, you can blame Willow for that. She mentioned that you might have a girlfriend ... and I wanted to storm right over here and rip the woman apart for daring to go near you."

Giles' eyes widened in understanding. Suddenly, things were slotting into place. The previous year's trials and tribulations made a weird kind of sense and Giles felt a burst of relief.

"That's why ... Olivia? And last year?" He said softly, leaning forward slightly.

"Yes," Buffy nodded. "I didn't know why I was doing it ... I just wanted to hurt you ...and I didn't know why ... until tonight. Until everything suddenly made sense." Buffy swallowed and looked up at Giles almost shyly. "So ... where do we go from here, Giles? Whatever decision you make, I'll accept it. If you want to forget this conversation ever took place ..."

Buffy broke off as Giles reached out a shaky hand. His fingertips gently traced the contours of her face and she closed her eyes, leaning into his caress.

"Why would I want to forget this?" He said softly. "It's everything I've ever wanted ... but ..."

"But? There are no buts," replied Buffy determinedly. Giles sighed and leaned back.

"Yes," he said softly. "I'm afraid that there are."

"Like what?" Buffy looked him straight in the eyes, challenging him.

"I'm a lot older than you ... it's going to take some people a while to get used to it ... if they ever do."

"Giles," sighed Buffy, "I know that but it's not our problem. Our friends ... our 'real friends' will support us and, as for ... parentally type persons ... well, I don't see why that should stop us ... especially as my mom is always the one going on about how she wants me to be happy. You're the only one I can ever be happy with, Giles, and as soon as she sees that it'll all be cool."

Buffy spoke with a confidence she certainly didn't feel but, what the hell, she thought, we can deal with it all later. Giles smiled slightly. He was far from convinced that Joyce would ever accept the change in the relationship between Buffy and himself.

"Buffy, you do realise it's not going to easy?"

"I realise that," she replied, looking up at him, a wicked glint in her eyes, "hopefully, it's gonna be very hard."

"Buffy!" Giles tried to stop the grin but failed completely. He started to giggle and Buffy gazed at him in surprise, delighted by the look of complete and utter joy in his eyes.

"You should do that more often," she said, kneeling up, her hands resting on his thighs once more. "You look even more gorgeous when you're mid-giggle."

"I'll make a deal with you," he replied, still grinning. He leaned closer, his hands running up her arms, briefly caressing her shoulders before he cupped her face. "I'll laugh more if you do."

Buffy rested her hands over his, before lifting his palm and kissing it. "Oh I predict mega giggle-fests, Mr Giles ... especially now I've discovered how sexy you look when you laugh."

"Sexy?" Giles leaned down, his free hand curling around the back of her head, pulling her closer. This time when their lips met there was no pulling away, no reservations, no hesitations. The kiss quickly deepened, their tongues duelling and Buffy groaned at the mixture of Giles and chocolate that assaulted her senses. Buffy gently pushed Giles back, quickly getting to her feet and then straddling him on the sofa without breaking the kiss. He groaned as she wriggled against him, his hands cupping her breasts through the soft blouse. Buffy trailed kisses down his neck before pulling back slightly. She raised her head to look into his eyes as she popped open a couple of buttons on his shirt. They've changed colour, she thought absently, his eyes are darker now ... more intense. With a grin, Giles wrapped one arm around her, holding her tightly to him as he rose from the sofa. Buffy wrapped her legs around him, giggling with delight as she reached out, snagging the bottle of chocolate sauce from the table. Giles frowned slightly, deftly taking the bottle from Buffy and tossing it carelessly onto the sofa.

"Giles!" Buffy almost whined her dismay before changing tactics. She pouted at him - knowing that Giles could never resist it. "Rupert..." she purred, nuzzling his neck. Giles groaned and then pulled back slightly.

"Buffy," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "The only thing I want to taste tonight is you."

Buffy's eyes grew bright and she hugged him tightly.

"My god, Giles," she said and Giles felt a brief surge of pride upon hearing her voice shake, "you certainly know how to say the right things."

Giles nuzzled her cheek and neck. "I know how to do the right things as well," he whispered softly and Buffy felt a tremor of desire run through her. She pulled back slightly, gazing at Giles with a mixture of surprise, desire, wonder and love. My god, she thought, why did I never see it before? Why did I never really look at him...listen to him. She reached out, trailing her fingertips down his face.

"I love you, Giles," she said, her eyes bright and filled with love. Giles swallowed, fighting with himself, trying to keep a firm rein on the emotions running through him. Come on, you idiot, he thought, get a grip... don't you dare start bawling like a baby. He took a deep breath, steadying himself

"I love you too, Buffy," he said softly, unable to keep the tremble from his voice. Buffy smiled at the pure emotion in Giles' eyes and leaned forward, kissing him firmly. Giles held Buffy close as his tongue swept into her mouth, probing, searching, and tasting. Buffy squirmed against him, moaning with delight as she felt him harden against her. Giles tore his mouth from hers, breathing heavily. Buffy was rocking against him; her eyes closed with pleasure. With a determined look, Giles moved quickly across the room, taking the stairs two at a time as he carried Buffy to his bedroom. He grasped her hips, stilling her movements and Buffy opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She unhooked her legs from around him and slid slowly down his body until her feet touched the floor. She was pressed against him, looking up into his eyes with a slightly crooked smile on her face.

"Buffy," said Giles softly, his eyes shining, "are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Ready?" Buffy giggled slightly, "Giles, if I were any more ready I'd explode."

His eyes darkened in intensity once more and Buffy saw the shadows disappear from them .. that haunted look she'd surprised on a number of occasions no longer in evidence. Now there was nothing but joy ...pure joy and passion. She shrieked in delight as he picked her up, his lips descending on hers in a deep, bruising kiss as he carried her across the room, gently depositing her on the bed. He broke the kiss and gazed down at her, a feral look in his eyes. Buffy felt the desire flood through her and reached up, pulling him down beside her. She attacked him with a ferocity that almost took his breath away, kissing, nibbling and licking his face and neck before moving down, opening his shirt buttons and kissing and caressing his chest as it was slowly exposed. She pulled his shirt from his trousers and Giles sat up, shrugging it off and tossing it carelessly aside. He lay on his side, facing her and Buffy immediately did the same, her hand reaching out to touch and play with his chest hair. He smiled at the entranced look on her face. Her eyes locked with his and she giggled as she pushed him onto his back, following him over and settling comfortably on him. She slowly slid down, her hands caressing his chest and playing with his nipples. His sharp intake of breath caused Buffy's grin to widen and she leaned down, licking his nipple before sucking it into her mouth and biting gently. Oh god, he thought, it's like she's got some kind of internal radar ... leading her directly to ...ohhhh, he groaned as she bit him again. Her hand caressed the other nipple and Giles squirmed beneath her, breathing heavily. Buffy switched nipples and pressed her hips to his, groaning as she felt his hard bulge pressed against her. I've got to see this, she thought, sliding down him once more. She caressed him through his trousers, his hips thrusting into her hands. His groans of delight seemed to reach every part of her and she felt her desire for this man growing by the second. That he would let her have control, let her do this, allow her the freedom to explore, to move at whatever speed she desired. No-one had done this for her before ...no-one. As though infused with new purpose, Buffy quickly scooted down, removing Giles' shoes and socks and then unceremoniously hauling off his trousers.

"Christ, Buffy!" Giles almost swore at the passion in her eyes and, deciding that he'd been submissive for long enough, he surged up towards her. Within seconds, Buffy found herself on her back with Giles on top of her. She grinned with delight at his sudden show of strength and resolve, surrendering herself willingly to the torrent of kisses raining down on every part of exposed flesh he could find. It obviously wasn't enough because Giles quickly and deftly removed Buffy's blouse and bra, throwing them aside before continuing his meandering path along and down her body. Buffy's hands were in Giles' hair and she tried to push him further down as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him. Giles giggled softly as he licked and kissed his way from one breast to the other. He raised his head to look into Buffy's eyes.

"I said I wanted to taste you," he said softly, "and I meant ALL of you."

"Giles ... Rupert ...." Buffy replied breathlessly, the rest of her sentence lost in a moan as Giles latched on to a nipple and began to lick and suck with a great deal of enthusiasm. His hand wandered down, gently caressing her leg before slowly moving inside. Giles shifted slightly, using his body to push Buffy's legs further apart before he softly and ever-so-slowly traced his fingers up her thigh ... studiously avoiding the one part she was desperate for him to touch.

"Giles," she managed, "please."

Deciding he'd tormented her for long enough, Giles knelt beside her, slowly removing her shoes and gradually drawing off her trousers. He reached out a hand, gently touching her leg.

"You are so beautiful," he said softly, gazing at her with a mixture of awe and intense arousal. Buffy flushed slightly and raised herself on her elbows to study Giles. She grinned at the black silk boxers that were now under a considerable strain. Giles couldn't help but blush at the intensity of her gaze and Buffy giggled.

"I'm surprised you have enough blood left to blush, Giles," she remarked with a grin. "Most of it has gone somewhere else."

Giles smiled as he trailed his hand up her leg, briefly touching her through her panties. Buffy moaned, laying back and wriggling, trying to bring his hand into closer contact.

"You were saying, love?" Grinned Giles and Buffy raised her head, trying to glare at him but he chose that particular moment to slip his fingers inside her panties and, as he gently touched and caressed her, she pushed down, trying to increase his movements ... wanting more ... needing more. Understanding this need, Giles withdrew his hand, ignoring Buffy's low protesting moan and, as he licked his fingers clean of her juices, the intensity of Buffy's gaze caused him to harden even more. If that were at all possible, he thought ruefully as he pulled her panties down, dropping them to the floor as he placed his hands on her hips and settled between her legs. Buffy swallowed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she felt his breath on her ... she couldn't move ... could hardly breath as the anticipation grew and grew.

"Giles ... oh god!" She almost screamed as his tongue finally touched her, gently at first but then with increasing pressure. Buffy was unable to stay still, her head rolling from side to side, her hands clawing at the sheets as he licked, nibbled and sucked. She was panting and squirming against him as his tongue, lips, teeth and fingers brought her closer and closer...he was all she could feel...he was all she needed...he was all she wanted...his name was on her lips and she screamed it into the night as she came hard against him. Giles slowed his movements, administering a last few licks and sucks before moving up to lay alongside Buffy, holding her to him, his hands stroking softly as she slowly came down.

"Fuck, Giles," she said finally, her voice trembling, "no-one's ever...I mean...well, no-one's ever done that to me before."

"Sounds like you rather enjoyed it," he replied with a smile. Buffy raised her head to look at him. Giles' lips and chin were glazed with her juices and, curiosity getting the better of her, she moved up, gazing into his eyes before kissing him intently. It's weird, she thought, tasting myself on him. Drawing back, she licked her lips and Giles smiled up at her.

"See?" He raised an eyebrow. "Much better than chocolate."

Buffy giggled and moved to lay on top of him, his hiss of pleasure as she rubbed herself against the now inordinately insistent bulge in his boxers not going unnoticed.

"Ahh," said Buffy with a wicked grin, "but the question is, do you taste better than chocolate?"

Buffy slid down and hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, slowly and teasingly pulling them down. She stared as his cock sprang free, licking her lips in anticipation and Giles groaned, quickly kicking his boxers off. Buffy reached out, slowly running a finger up his length, smiling as his cock twitched in response. Right, she thought, hang onto your hat Mr Giles. Without hesitation, Buffy swooped down, licking around the head of his cock before taking it into her mouth, her tongue teasing and caressing. Giles groaned and threw his head back as Buffy moved her lips down his shaft, sucking and nibbling before working her way back up again. She repeated the process, moving faster and increasing the pressure, Giles' moans directing her to his more sensitive areas before he finally begged her to stop. She released him and looked up, questioningly.

"I need you," he said, breathing heavily, "I want you."

Giles drew Buffy up to him and, whilst one hand stroked and caressed down her body, the other fumbled in the nightstand. He sighed with relief as he found a condom and then raised his eyebrows in surprise as Buffy deftly plucked it from his hand. She ripped open the packet and rolled it on him, running her hand up his chest and touching his face gently.

"Now, Giles," she said softly, "I want you inside me ...now."

Giles rolled on top of her, their lips meeting in a deep, intense and bruising kiss and Buffy wrapped her legs around him, reaching down and guiding him to her. Giles broke the kiss, looking intently into Buffy's eyes as he pushed slowly inside her. Oh god, he thought, she's so wet...so tight. Buffy arched up, meeting his thrust and crying out his name. He was inside her...filling her...she could feel his hard length throbbing within her and she clenched her muscles around him. His sudden, sharp intake of breath was her reward and then he started thrusting, slowly at first and then faster, harder, deeper. Buffy met each thrust with one of her own, her moans and cries constantly urging him on until he was pounding into her with wild abandon. They moved together frantically and then Buffy convulsed around him, crying out once more. A few more strokes and then Giles own orgasm hit and he finally collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Buffy held him to her, stopping him when he tried to move.

"Am I not too heavy?"

"No," replied Buffy, "I like you here ...feels safe...warm. I wish we could stay like this forever."

"So do I, love," Giles kissed her softly, "but there are more pressing matters to attend to."

Buffy giggled and released him. "Okay, Mr Stuffy," she said, "whatever you say."

Giles smiled and slowly pulled out of her, kissing her once more before going to dispose of the condom. Buffy stretched contentedly before crawling under the covers and grinning happily.

"What are you smiling at?" Asked Giles as he returned and got into bed beside her. Buffy snuggled into him with a sigh, laying her head on his chest.

"Nothing," she replied, "nothing at all."

Giles wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and smiling with contentment. Perfect, he thought as he yawned widely, a perfect evening. Buffy's hand softly caressed his chest and she smiled as she replayed the evening's events in her mind. Who would have thought? Wow...from chocolate to Giles in one easy step...chocolate....mmmm.

"Giles?" Buffy raised her head and Giles drowsily opened one eye.

"Hmmm?"

"Chocolate," she said succinctly. "Next time, chocolate sauce."

"You're going to be the death of me ...." Giles replied quietly, dozing off once more, Buffy's happy words the last thing he heard before sleep claimed him:

"Death by chocolate, Giles. What a way to go."

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