TITLE: Bedknobs and ....3/4
AUTHOR: Second Slayer
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Buffy found herself in the comfy bed fantasy again. This time, she reached out and grasped the man herself, started to explore him. She felt somewhat that she shouldn't open her eyes, because he would probably do what fantasy dream men usually did, and turn into a pillow. He turned, and she crushed herself up against him, slid her hands to his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. He pulled away, slid down her body to take a breast in his mouth, forced her desperate clutching to stop by taking her breath away. She felt herself turning to jelly under his touch, just melting into the bed. He kissed his way down her stomach, stroking patterns up and down her legs the whole time.
She knew what was coming next, and was a little disappointed. Oral sex with Riley had been a let-down - good for a few minutes, but then it just wasn't enough, she needed things to be done harder, after the tenderness had got her going. She'd tried explaining but he'd just got upset.
She gasped at the first, perfect, gentle touches, and rather than Riley's constant gentle lapping, this man was sucking, even nibbling a little, using his fingers as well as his tongue, making her far more aroused than she'd thought possible.
As she got more aroused, and her cries got louder, so his touch became harder, faster. As before, he teased her buttocks, her labia, even slid a finger just the tiniest bit inside her, the whole time licking, sucking, grazing her with his teeth.
Just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped. She mewled in protest, but then he moved, lifted her legs, put them both on his right shoulder. He pushed slowly into her, teasing her clitoris with his thumb so she came as he did so. He moved slowly at first, not getting his whole length into her in this tightening position. It didn't take long for her to stretch to accommodate him, and he began to move faster, getting her gasping and moaning with every thrust, almost coming but never quite there, a torture of pleasure, being filled so deeply it almost hurt. He changed position so her legs were around his waist, leaned forward so that he could kiss her. It was too much, his stomach rubbing against her clitoris, and she was screaming with every thrust, lost count of how many times she came, or if she ever stopped coming. Her cries were muffled by his kisses, when she could keep her head raised enough, but mostly her head was flopped back, and she was digging her fingers into his shoulders.
She was shuddering with it, beginning to feel dizzy, raised her head for one last kiss.
"Come for me," she gasped, and he pounded her then, as fast as he could, giving her everything, shaking as he found release. He rolled away, gasping for breath, and reached out to stroke a breast. She jumped, every part of her hyper-sensitive to his touch, and he laughed, before falling asleep.
Buffy woke in a mess again, but again feeling energized. On patrol, she was back to the quipping, back to being the old Buffy again, almost. She felt... whole again. Like there was nothing missing, like... like Giles hadn't left.
She hated that it was just a fantasy making her feel like this, making her feel alive again, but... so long as it worked, she didn't much care how it happened. Everything was going to be alright, Buffy was alive and kicking. She made a mental note to check the employment section of the local paper when she got home.
Giles groaned as he realised he'd had yet another dream about Buffy, and had ended up lying in his own mess. He sat, flicking the bedside light on. Two stained patches, one still wet, and... and there was far too much, and the consistency was wrong... oh good lord.
Was it possible? Anyone with the power to do this, to transport Buffy to his bed, to make them both believe... it all happened in a foggy, dreamlike state, they'd had no reason to think it might be real, none at all.
It hit him, moments later, while he was wondering if he should call her, or research this first, try to find out what was actually happening, see if he could stop it without scarring the poor girl for life.
Hands shaking, he picked up the phone. It rang far longer than he thought it had any right to.
"Do you know what time it is?" Dawn hissed into the phone.
"S...sorry, Dawn, I... It's Giles. It's imperative I speak with Buffy immediately."
"She's out slaying. I checked her room before I answered."
"Dawn, you must have her call me as soon as she gets back, this is a matter of utmost urgency."
"Sure Giles." The teen hung up and went back to bed. She never did tell Buffy.