Title: Castaway
Author: Sweetdoggie (stirling_summer@yahoo.com)
Pairing: B/G
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Buffy falls through Glory's portal and doesn't die.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: No permission has been granted to use the characters. They are owned by their creator, Joss Whedon, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB, and Mutant Enemy. This story is non-profit and is intended solely as entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.
Buffy got a bit better around people every day, though she still had to force herself to be in a group of more than two or three, unless one of them was Giles. He noticed that she seemed to handle things better with him nearby. It was as if he grounded her in some fundamental way. She told him one night as they climbed into bed together that without him she felt herself becoming very ‘first Slayery’.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you remember the enjoining spell?”
“Yes, of course.”
“After that, I felt different, more in touch with my inner Slayer. It’s not a comfortable thing. These last five years have enforced that feeling for me.”
“Can you describe it?” He wanted to understand her better.
“It’s like…like when I would crouch over one of my kills, butchering it, blood up to my elbows. That felt like how it should be and all this civilization stuff was just a cover. Like I said, not real comfortable.”
“No, I imagine not.”
“She didn’t have a Watcher, you know.”
“The first Slayer?”
“Yes. She was all alone when it happened to her. Her Calling was strong and it took away her humanity. She couldn’t even speak anymore.”
Buffy’s tone frightened him. It was as if she had personal knowledge of that first girl. “How do you know this?”
“I had a lot of time to think while I was away. I sat and I thought and I remembered how it felt to have her there. She didn’t understand my need for civilization. She thought all that stuff was unnecessary. It was all about the hunt for her. She didn’t know how much I needed you.”
“Do you need me, love?”
“Giles, I need you like I need air. I feel so sorry for her. She didn’t even understand friendship or the ties that bind you and me and the Scoobies. She never understood love: how much I love you. I could sense her complete bafflement at the situation. I don’t ever want to be like that myself.”
“No danger of that, dearest. You are one of the most loving people I have ever met.”
“Well, that spirit guide did tell me I was full of love,” her tone was doubtful.
“Indisputably true.”
“It also said that death was my gift. I figured that meant I’d die in the battle with Glory. I thought jumping into that portal would do it for me.”
“You wanted to die?”
“No, not exactly. I wanted it to be over. I wanted to not have to deal with mom’s death anymore, with trying to raise Dawn… I thought I wouldn’t have to be the Slayer anymore. No more killing. No more death.”
He was furiously angry. “You don’t have the right, Buffy! You don’t have the right to make that decision. How did you think I’d feel, and Dawn and your friends? How were we supposed to get on with our lives without you?”
She looked down, ashamed of her earlier behavior. “I'm sorry,” she told him quietly. “I was wrong. No matter how bad it gets in the future, I won't take that out again, I promise you.”
“You'd bloody well better not, or I shall, I shall...” he trailed off, not having a threat of sufficient magnitude.
Buffy put her hand on his arm. “I promise.”
He pulled her against him and hugged her with his full strength. “Never, never leave me again, Buffy. This old heart can't stand it.”
She reached up and kissed him. Meant to be a gesture of comfort, it soon turned into something else. Their mutual need and desire fed off each other like a flame on dry wood. Hands stroked and touched places that they had never felt with each other before and soon, Giles pushed Buffy onto her back. “Are you sure you want this, Buffy?”
“More sure than anything I've ever felt in my entire life.”
He knelt between her thighs and ran his hands up her sides. “You are so very beautiful. I want to make this perfect for you, but I'm afraid I feel rather impatient.”
She smiled up at him. “It will be perfect no matter what, Giles, because it's you and me. Two halves joining for the first time.”
He remembered something in the nick of time and reached under the bed, pulling a small paper sack out with him.
“What's that?”
He blushed. “Protection. I know you haven't gone back on the Pill and we can't afford for you to get pregnant.”
“Good thinking, Rupert.” She watched as he pulled a condom from the small box. “Can I put it on you?”
Wordlessly, he handed her the foil packet. She carefully tore the top off and pulled the condom out. She sat up, scrunching backward in the bed for easier access before running her hands softly over his erection and testicles. “You aren't circumcised.”
“My parents didn't believe in it.” He gritted his teeth as she explored his body.
“It's interesting.” She stroked the object in question. “I've been fascinated by these since I saw my first one when I was fifteen. I mean, soft as silk, but hard at the same time. Warm in my hand and so hot in my body. I think they're pretty cool—except I always wondered if the seam in a guy's pants rub on things.”
Giles choked back a laugh. “Men put, ah, things to the right or left of the seam to prevent just such a problem.”
“That must be uncomfortable.” She bent forward and dropped a soft kiss on his erection. “Does that help make it better?”
He gasped, his penis jerking in her hand like it had a mind of it's own. By this time, he wasn't entirely sure that it didn't! “Ah, perhaps better is not the...word, here.” Giles was nearly ready to grab the condom away from her and put it on himself if only to stop the sweet torture he was enduring at her hands.
Dropping one more tender kiss on his anatomy, she rolled the condom on carefully, smoothing down the ends and making sure it was on snugly. Giles could wait no longer and grabbed her ankles pulling her back into position with a grin. He decided on some gentle torture of his own.
“Now, let me see what we have here,” he murmured more to himself than her. “Ah, yes.” His finger traced the edges of her labia while he watched her open like the petals of a flower. “Beautiful. I knew you would be.”
Buffy squirmed under his touch. “Giles! I need you.”
“And you shall have me, beloved, in time.” He trailed his finger through the moisture her body created and used the lubrication to glide the tip over her most sensitive point. He grinned ferociously when her body bucked under his probing hand. Ever so slowly, he let his finger slip inside the tight channel that was waiting for him. Since Buffy hadn't had a lover for over five years, she was as tight as a virgin. He knew he needed to take his time with her because, even though she clearly wanted him, he didn't want to hurt her.
He stroked his finger in and out of her body, holding her hips down with his other hand. When he thought she was ready, he added a second finger. Giles was unprepared for her orgasm. Her vagina clamped around his hand and her body shook like a leaf in the wind. When it was over, she practically melted against the bed. He stroked her softly now, gentling her reaction before removing his hand and dropping soft kisses on her face, neck, and shoulders.
When she had the power to move again, she pulled him down to her and kissed him for all she was worth. “Come into me now, Giles. I need to feel you inside me.”
He braced himself above her and slipped his condom-clad erection into her waiting body. It slid in as if she had been sized especially for him. Dear Lord! She was as hot as fire. He knew a Slayer's body temperature was several degrees warmer than a normal human, but he had never consciously thought about what that meant. He felt her inner muscles clasp him firmly and the added friction combined with the heat nearly brought him prematurely to the edge. He reached down and began stroking her once again, needing her to come again. Buffy didn't disappoint him. In a very few moments, her body shuddered and her hips bucked hard. He felt himself going over the edge of pleasure with her, felt his body pumping his fluids into her as the greatest joy of his life.
When the tide had finally passed for them both, he lowered himself onto her body, unable and unwilling to leave the warmth of her all at once. “I love you more than life itself, Buffy. Never leave me again.”
“Never,” she promised.
He finally rolled off her holding the condom in place as he made a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of it. In a few minutes he was back in their bed, holding her against him.
Buffy knew that not everything was going to be perfect in their lives but knew that together, they could make it so much better. She must have been blind not to see what a wonderful, loving man he was earlier in their relationship. If she would have slept with him and not Angel, how different things might have been. Of course, her practical side mumbled, he would probably have ended up in prison for having sex with a minor. Maybe things had worked out the way they needed to, after all. She studied his dear face one more time before kissing him softly and falling asleep.
End