Title: Coming Home 1/6
Author: Sweetdoggie (stirling_summer@yahoo.com)
Pairing: B/G
Rating: PG-17
Summary: Sometimes home isn’t a place.
Spoilers: post season 7
Note: If the chapter breaks seem a little weird, it’s because I wrote this as one unit but had to break it up for my beta.
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.
Giles sat in the New Council library, remodeled after the old one at Sunnydale High, and looked at his Slayer. She was researching training methods to use with the newly Called Slayers. Buffy trained with the girls ten and twelve hours a day. She had once told Giles that she now understood his persistence with her during her younger years.
“I feel like I need to show them how to counter stuff so they don’t get killed,” she told him tiredly. “I honestly don’t know how you stood this for so many years.”
“I was only training one Slayer and she was extraordinary,” he smiled down at her.
She smiled at him and went back to her research. He resolved to make his move soon. She needed distracting and he wanted to be the man to do it.
“Um, Buffy?”
She bookmarked her place with her finger and looked up at him. “Yes?”
“I’d like to get some dinner. Would you go with me?”
“I was going to read for another hour or so.”
“Come away, Buffy. You are working entirely too hard. Let’s have a nice dinner together.”
“Well…”
“Come on,” he said persuasively.
“OK. Let me go change and I’ll be ready in half an hour.”
Giles hurried to his rooms and put on slightly more casual clothing and made sure to slip his earring in his ear. The only thing he liked about living in the Council flats was their convenience to Buffy. He met her at the foot of the stairs of the great hall. She looked at him. “Wow, Giles. You look nice. Are you wearing your earring?”
“Ah, yes. Do you like it?”
“You know I do. Where are we going to go?”
“There’s a new club downtown. They have food and dancing. I thought you might enjoy that.”
“OK. Sounds fun.”
To her surprise, it was fun. The food was good enough and Giles had ordered a bottle of wine with dinner. He poured her several glasses of the deceptively mild drink.
“Would you care to dance?”
She looked up at him, surprised. The alcohol in her system had taken effect with its usual ruthless release of her inhibitions and she giggled.
“OK. I’d like to dance with you.”
He swung her out on the dance floor. To her amazement, he was a fantastic dancer. His body, trained to the rhythms of war, glided with the beat of the music as if it had been written specifically for him.
“You’re really a hot dancer, Giles!”
“You seem surprised. I didn’t spend all my time studying as a lad, you know.”
“I think I’d heard that someplace.” She giggled again.
He steered them back toward their table. “Care for another glass of wine?”
“Oh, you know me and alcohol are kind of unmixy things, Giles. Maybe I’d better not.”
“Nonsense. You are with me. You’re perfectly safe. I would never let anything happen to you.”
“I know.” She laughed. “You know what? This is almost like a date. I’m dating my Watcher.”
“Are you having a good time?” he asked her, casually refilling her glass.
“Yeah, I really am.”
“Good, I am too. Perhaps we should go on another date. What do you think?”
“I think that sounds great! Where will we go?”
“You haven’t had a chance to see much of England since you’ve been here. Why don’t we take a drive into the country? We can go tomorrow. Have a picnic, make a day of it.”
“I think I have to work tomorrow,” she frowned, trying to remember.
“I’m your Watcher and if I say you don’t need to work, then you don’t need to work.”
The slightly inebriated Buffy thought that sounded right. “OK. Whatever you say. Want to dance some more?”
“I believe I could manage.”
It was a slow dance and he pulled her against him and held her in his arms. She swayed seductively against his strong body and laid her head against his chest.
“I like this. You make me feel things I thought I’d forgotten.”
“Good things?”
“Yeah. I really like being in a man’s arms. It’s a nice benefit that you’re warm too. I like that in a man. Means his heart is beating.”
“My heart beats very well.”
She put her head against his chest again and listened. “Yeah. It’s pretty beautiful.” She looked startled. “You know, you’re a pretty beautiful guy all the way around.”
“Thank you. I think you’re very beautiful too.” He let his hand slide down to rest on her hip.
“Do you really think so?” She gazed up at him in wonder.
“Buffy, surely you know by now that you are the light of my life?” He let his hand move around to gently cup her bum and pull her hips against him, fingers caressing her.
She had drunk enough to lower inhibitions, but not enough to seriously impair her judgment. Well aware of where his hand was and what it was doing, she felt slightly breathless. This was a whole new road for the two of them and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to start down it. Involuntarily, one of her hands resting on his chest slid slowly down to his waist and stroked his side.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, almost reluctantly.
“I can make you feel better,” he told her, feeling his heart begin to race. She hadn’t rejected him outright. Maybe he had a chance at this prize he had coveted for the last five years.
She pushed her hips against him lightly. “I’m beginning to see that.” She paused for a short moment. “This is a whole new thing for us, Giles. Are you sure you want to go there?”
“I’m very sure, Buffy. This is a path I’ve wanted to walk since you were eighteen. Can you want it with me?”
“I’m scared.”
“Not of me, surely?”
“Maybe of us. This has never felt so right before. What if we mess things up? What if I mess things up?”
“Let’s worry about possible consequences some other time, love. Tonight is for us.”
She pulled away from him long enough to gaze seriously into his face before smiling softly up at him. “Is this the Rupert Giles who always said I was too impetuous?”
He pulled her back against him, his arousal becoming more obvious by the minute. “No, I rather think that man is gone. He got very tired of waiting for the woman he loved to realize he was alive and decided to act.”
“I always knew you were alive, Rupert. I just didn’t know we could have this, as well.”
“As well?”
“As well as our relationship as Watcher/Slayer, teacher/student, friends. It almost seems greedy to ask for more.”
“I think we deserve a little greed. I know I covet you, from your lovely hair to your delicate toes. I want to kiss you, taste you, love you with my body till you can’t move.” He felt her take a gasping breath.
“Then, I think you had better take me home. We really can’t try any of that on an open dance floor.”
It was his turn to gasp. He pulled her to the side and they walked back to their table to collect their things and pay for dinner. They left the club and walked to his car. He unlocked her side but instead of opening the door, he pushed her back against it and kissed her ruthlessly, leaving her no doubts of where he wanted this evening to end.
His passion awakened an answering call in her and she growled against him, running her hand up his chest to stroke the nipples she could feel under the soft cloth.
It was his turn to growl. He rubbed himself against her before pulling back. “I want you right now, against this car and be damned to anybody who can see us. We need to get home, now.”
“Yes.”
He opened her car door and helped her inside before moving to the driver’s side and getting in. He looked at her and then straight forward, hands clenched around the wheel. Key in the ignition, the car lurched as his shaking hands put it in gear. He got them back to the Council flats without incident, though he could never remember how.
They got out of the car and he practically dragged her to the door. Flinging it open, he pushed her against the wall and rained kisses down on her upturned face, his hands hungrily sweeping her body.
“I’ve waited so long, Buffy, so very long.”
“You don’t need to wait anymore, Rupert.”
“I want to savor you, unwrap you slowly like the delicacy that you are, but I need you so much!”
She raised her hands and grasped his face. “However you want me, however you need me, Giles. This first time is for you.”
“We’re in a public hallway, for God’s sake. I don’t even care!” he moaned. “My rooms. My rooms, now.”
He took her hand and pulled her along, praying that they wouldn’t meet anybody. Two of the new Slayers peeked around a corner at the commotion they made and almost felt their eyes bug out of their heads at the sight of the senior Watcher and their training instructor kissing like there was no tomorrow.
They arrived at his rooms and he threw open the door pulling her inside. He would have pushed her back against the wall again, but Buffy decided that she would take charge and make this the wildest night her Watcher had ever experienced. She pushed him back and forced his hands against the wall, pinning him there.
“Let me touch you,” she told him. “I want to run my hands all over your body, taste you, feel you. God! You smell so good! I’ve always loved your scent.” She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor before starting on unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, yeah. This is gonna be so good.”
She pulled the unbuttoned shirt down over his arms, trapping them at his sides. He hadn’t worn an undershirt, which was unusual, but she took full advantage of his lapse to run her hands up his chest, letting her fingers slide through the hair she found there. Gently, she touched his already hardened nipples before bending forward and licking them. She sucked one first, then the other, and she heard his shirt tear as he fought free.
Wrapping his arms around her, he swept her off her feet and carried her to his bedroom. Setting her carefully on the floor, his hands climbed up her back to unfasten the zipper on her dress. With one erotic tug, it pooled at her feet. She stood before him clad only in her bra and panties and a pair of strappy sandals that emphasized the delicacy of her feet. He unfastened her bra without wasting a second, then stepped forward and hooking both hands under the waistband of her underpants, slipped them over her hips and down her legs. He knelt and unfastened first one sandal then the other and at last she stood naked before him. Still kneeling, he let his hungry eyes feast upon her beauty.
Scarred from a thousand battles, she was the most stunning thing he had ever seen. His eyes fell on her most recent injury received at the last battle of Sunnydale. She had been stabbed in the back and pierced through by the sword of a vampire. How she had survived only God knew. He leaned forward and placed a reverent kiss on the scar.
She stepped out of the pile of her clothes and held her hands out to him, raising him to his feet. He felt her work loose his belt and drop it to the floor. Her fingers traced the fly of his trousers and he heard her nails click on every tooth of his zipper as she stroked the hard flesh beneath it. Soon, she flicked the button open and slowly slid the zip down, easing it over his swollen member.
He could play no longer and impetuously reached for her, stepping out of his pants and kicking his shoes and socks off in mere seconds. Clad now only in his shorts, he carried her to his bed and gently deposited her in the center before coming down to lie beside her.
What they did together after that she would only have vague recollections of; all she knew, all she was, suddenly depended on the stroking of his hands, the touch of his lips and teeth and fingers. Her body and soul were wrapped in an exquisite coil of sensuality and desire that shook her time and again to her very core. She remembered him grinning in vicious triumph as her body spasmed under his. She remembered his shout of victory as he claimed her as his own in the most fundamental way he could. When his body shot its warmth into her she luxuriated in the sure knowledge that if she was his, he was, in some essential way, hers as well.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, too tired to do more than pull the covers over themselves. The sun found them six hours later and woke them by shining persistently into their faces. Buffy would have simply pulled the blankets up over her head and continued to sleep, but Giles was one of those people that wake up immediately and thoroughly, unable to fall asleep again.