Title: Daily Snapshots
Author: Shelley
Rating: first four are G; last one is R
Pairing: Giles/Buffy
Summary: Five drabbles, each giving a glimpse of a happy B/G future. 
Disclaimer: Buffy and Giles belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The delusion that the two of them will have a disgustingly sappy future together sometime post-Chosen belongs to me.
Notes: This comes from the five senses drabble challenge posted to All the Jellies.
Warning: HIGH sap content. Take your insulin before proceeding.

Midnight Battles

Every time he gets out of bed, Buffy steals his pillow. 

He doesn’t mind in the mornings. He finds it rather charming in fact, to see her clenching the pillow with both hands. The sweetness of this scene is less apparent, however, when he goes to the loo in the middle of the night and has to fight to get his pillow back when he returns.

He asked her once why she does this.

“It’s the smell. Your pillow smells all Gilesy. I like it. Surrounded by Giles-iness.”

Perhaps he doesn’t mind the midnight battle for his pillow after all.

Sunrise Portraits

Buffy always looks the most beautiful in the morning. 

When the early morning sun shines on her hair, it changes from strings of dead cells to strands of pure filigree gold. Her face looks almost translucent in sunlight. Sometimes he could swear that she glows.

Giles lightly brushes his fingers over her face, hoping for a glance at her gorgeous hazel eyes. When she opens them, they are still fogged with sleep. As soon as Buffy focuses her blurry gaze upon him, however, her eyes flush with love and happiness.

Giles smiles. She’s always the most beautiful in the morning.

Mid-day Cacophony

He fills the apartment. 

Their friends don’t believe this. They say, “But he’s so quiet!”  

They don’t understand that Buffy keeps her ears peeled for his every movement. She loves to listen to him scribbling in his study. Puttering in the kitchen. Pacing in the living room. Singing in the shower.

Mostly, however, Buffy loves the sound of his voice. Not just because of his beautiful British accent (as much as she adores it), but because of him. The kindness and gentleness that is so integral to his character shines out in his voice.

Giles fills the apartment with love.

Evening Cuddles

Giles isn’t a tactile person by nature, and yet he craves Buffy’s touch. His desire to touch her isn’t sexual.  (Or at least not exclusively so.) His longing to intertwine his fingers with hers or to snuggle with her on the sofa isn’t much less than his desire to run his hands all over her luscious body.

He wonders whether he might die if he ever stops touching her. He sometimes imagines that he now takes nourishment through his fingertips rather than through his mouth, and that he could live on Buffy alone. He knows he couldn’t live without her.

Nocturnal Snacks

She has never had sex with Giles. From the beginning, they have always made love. He made her see the difference, and every night he demonstrates it again. And she’s always hungry for the lesson.

As she licks Giles clean of his pre-cum, she savors the flavor that is uniquely him. Like all other males, he tastes of salt, and sweat, and testosterone. There is a hint of tea coming out of his pores, and a whiff of garlic from tonight’s dinner. But mostly Giles tastes of love and acceptance. 

Since she discovered this banquet, she’s given up ice cream.

END