TITLE: Bedknobs and ....2/4
AUTHOR: Second Slayer
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Giles awoke cold. This wasn't unusual, he often kicked his duvet to the floor, during his nightmares of Buffy's death. He swung himself off the bed and padded blearily to the bathroom. He didn't usually wake so exhausted, even after a nightmare, but... last night had been different.
He was sure it had been the text he'd been reading, before he'd given up
as the words started to blur, finally tired enough to maybe get some
sleep. He'd got as far as the section on a ritual requiring wordless
intercourse with a completely unresisting female whom the caster knew
well but had not been previously intimate with. Only logical that he
should then dream about it. It could have been any woman of his
acquaintance he'd dreamed about, it was probably only Buffy because she
featured so prominently in his nightmares. He knew that was a lie, but
it was a comforting one. It was unusual for there not to be some
desperate reason for any dream he had, which made him a little
uncomfortable, but it was possible he just didn't remember that part.
He realised he was in rather a mess - must have embarrassed himself in a
way he'd not for many years - and had a quick shower. Very quick, as the
water heater had yet to start. Noticing it was barely 6:30, and being
still rather tired despite his cold shock, he decided to head back to
bed. He didn't turn any lights on, he had no reason to - he was neat,
and he knew his way around. He wasn't going to tread on or bump into
anything unexpected.
He didn't notice the pillow laid sideways at the other side of the bed, or the damp patch a little below it.
Buffy awoke, and checked the clock. About 2am. Damnit. She got up,
showered, and went out to patrol. She felt stronger, tonight, better.
Residual energy from that dream... she thought about the dream, as she
walked.
It hadn't been all that much like heaven, really, it was more like... well it was just a comfy bed. Waking up this morning hadn't been the usual terrible shock of expecting to be in a box. She wondered why she'd felt quite so comfortable, tried to think what had made it so perfect - why she'd just let a dream-man have sex with her, without even knowing who it was. Surely the whole point of a sexual fantasy was that it was about someone?
It had been so unlike anything she'd ever had before, the touch so gentle, yet so powerful, and he'd felt so much bigger than any man she'd had. She'd wondered if Riley's feelings of inadequacy actually came from her constantly demanding more, in bed - she always cried out for him to be deeper, to do it harder, but the truth was he just... well he just didn't have what it took.
Angel had been her first, and... and she'd been glad he wasn't all that well endowed, she was so nervous it probably would have hurt if he had been. Parker had been a little bigger, but she'd barely felt anything. Spike just did everything as hard and fast as he could, and the pain was what she'd needed. Wasn't it? Being with Spike was a little like having a sex toy with a mind of it's own. It didn't feel like being with a person.
No, she thought, what I need is a man like that dream, a man who can get me whimpering with one hand, without me even knowing or caring what he looks like. A man who can fill me up and make me complete, not leave me wanting more. She'd felt connected to him, like inside her was where he was meant to be, like they were meant to be together.
She sighed. How was she going to find a man like that? What was she going to do, demand to see a guy's equipment before going out on a date? Assuming she ever got a date, that was... She went home and went back to bed, tried to dream of him again.
She found herself thinking about it all day at work. About how it might be next time, if she would maybe turn her head and open her eyes to see him, just as he pushed into her, if perhaps she would be on her knees, and able to push back against him. On her back, so they could kiss, so she could push up against him, or with her on top, grinding herself down onto him, clawing at his chest...
Her shift had finished before she knew what was happening, the fantasies had made it all go so fast...she rushed home, dealt with Dawn's dinner and homework, and claiming to need sleep before patrol, was in bed before 9, ready for more.