Title: Gifts
Author: Sweetdoggie (stirling_summer@yahoo.com)
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.

After that morning, Buffy seemed to get better. She was quieter, more introspective, but didn’t seem terribly depressed. She spent more and more time with Giles who readily made himself available to her. Sometimes she even found herself laughing at his dry humor. It felt surprisingly good.

Giles took her out to dinner regularly and frequently bought her little gifts and trinkets. He treated her like she was made of glass and it felt very nice to be courted. It seemed entirely natural after one of these outings to lean over in the car and kiss him. He froze for a moment before slipping his hands up her arms and shoulders till he cupped her face in his hands. Holding her steady he drew her lips against his own and kissed her for all she was worth. He hauled her across the seat onto his lap and she barely noticed. It was as if her kiss had flipped a switch in him. He took charge and made sure she knew who was making love to her. Kisses rained down on her lips, her cheeks, chin, and forehead. He nuzzled his way down her neck and slipped his hands under her blouse to touch her soft skin.

He wouldn’t have stopped, but there was a startling knock on the steamy window of his car. Raising his head, he gazed at her with passion darkened eyes before rolling down the window.

“Yes?”

“Sorry, sir, but this is a public street, you know.” The speaker was a police officer.

“Oh, sorry.”

“No harm done, sir, just be more careful next time.”

Giles smiled and nodded ruefully. He helped Buffy back to her side of the vehicle without looking at her. Starting the car, he pulled away from the curb. Buffy wondered when he would say something.

Six minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of their home. “I suppose you expect me to apologize and I suppose I should, but I’m not going to. I’ve wanted to do that and, well, rather more than that for years.”

“I don’t expect an apology. What I would like is some more.”

“More?”

“More. I want you to make love to me.”

There was silence for a few moments. “Are you sure?”

“Uh huh.”

“Let us go into the house, then. I don’t particularly fancy being caught out by another officer of the law.”

She grinned. “That was sort of funny.”

He opened the car door and climbed out, coming around to her side and helping her from the vehicle. “You think so, do you?”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

He slipped his arm over her shoulder. “I didn’t know you had an exhibitionist streak.”

“Oh, I don’t, really. But I got this whole picture of the way you were when I was sixteen. You would have died of embarrassment if something like this had happened then.”

“Well, possibly, but this is hardly the first time I’ve been caught out, you know.”

“No, I don’t know. Why don’t you come to my room and tell me all about it?”

“Your room? Why not my room?”

“OK, your room then.”

He studied her carefully. “If we do this, there is no stepping back.”

“Good. It’s time we moved forward with our lives. I don’t want to step back.”

“As long as you understand.”

He escorted her into the house. Dawn had retired hours earlier and their home was dark except for the one light she had left on for them.

Giles gestured to Buffy to turn on the hall light while he turned out the one in the living room. They walked upstairs together. Giles opened the door to his room for her and Buffy stepped inside. She had been here before, of course, but not for this purpose. Things looked different.

“Are you sure?” He gave her one last chance to back out.

“I’m sure.” She dropped her purse and the wrap she had worn for the evening on a chair, kicked off her shoes, and turned her back to him. “Will you undo me?”

He rested his hands on her back for a moment before sliding them down the zipper, freeing it. The dress gaped at the back and he ran his hands down her sides, pulling it off her shoulders. It slithered down her torso to the floor. She stepped out of it and tossed it over the chair. She turned to Giles and he assessed the clothing remaining between him and his goal.

Buffy was wearing a pair of satin panties, a strapless bra, and a pair of thigh-high hose held up with matching lavender satin garters. Giles’ gaze was as hot as fire on her skin as it slid over her body. She watched him shrug out of his jacket, remove his necktie, and pull the belt from his trousers all while staring at her. Very deliberately, he removed the contents of his pockets and put them on the dresser. He kicked off his shoes and pushed them out of the way under the edge of the bed. Next came his socks and then his hands started on his shirt buttons.

“Let me,” she told him.

“No. Tonight, I get to fulfill some of the fantasies I’ve dreamt about over the past eight years. You can play next time.”

She gulped. This man was totally serious. “If that’s how you want it.”

“Oh, that’s only one of the ways I want it, love.” He finished with his shirt and threw it over her dress.

He practically stalked her from across the room. She wanted to step backwards and it took all her courage to stay in place as he approached. Instead of kissing her, he slid behind her and pressed his bare chest to her back, letting his hands slide down her bare sides to her panties. He didn’t strip them off of her but let his hands play suggestively on the shimmering satin. Sliding down her body, he caught the edge of the waistband in his teeth and slowly pulled them down her legs. The panties pooled at her feet and he held her stocking clad legs while she stepped out of them.

Buffy felt his teeth on her buttocks. He nipped her! She was panting by this time, her arousal scenting the air. He growled when he smelled it and placed his mouth over her side, causing her to jump slightly as he hit a tickly spot. He sucked her skin and raised a welt that he then soothed with his tongue before moving upwards. His hands reached for her bra and in seconds it was gone. Still standing behind her, he cupped her breasts in his large hands. “Perfect. I knew they would be bloody perfect,” he growled.

He nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts, plucking at the nipples till they were as hard as tiny berries before running his teeth along her shoulder. She shuddered at the sensations he was causing in her body. A whimper escaped her. Giles chuckled. His love was growing impatient. She didn’t realize that he intended to take his own time with this. Buffy would be totally his in a way that she had never been with any other lover. By the time this night was over, she would belong only to him.

Giles turned her in his arms and before she could move, he kissed her deeply and pushed her gently backward on the bed. She sat on the edge but he kept pushing her shoulders down so she reclined and looked up at him. His body was muscular for a man his age, though time had blunted the definition of those lines somewhat. The sprinkling of hair on his chest was light brown mixed with the occasional gray and his nipples stood out, hard as rocks.

“Give me your leg,” he told her.

She raised her right foot and touched his waist before sliding the hose clad toes up his chest to caress the intriguing buds there. He pushed against her foot slightly and rocked his chest back and forth, growling low under his breath. Lifting his hands, he stroked them down her thigh till he found the garter and slowly slid it off her leg, pulling the stocking with it. He let it drop on the floor before performing a similar service for her other leg. Keeping her legs on his shoulders, he studied her intimately.

“Yes. This is exactly what I’ve thought about,” he murmured, more to himself than her.

With one finger he touched the moistened curls between her legs. Her senses were so heightened that she jumped as she felt his light probing. He kept her legs braced against him as he dropped his trousers and underpants and kicked them away. He was rampant; a British lion more than ready for her. His fingers found her again and this time slid inside her, stroking, persuading her body that it wanted to accept him. He must have found a spot that she liked because she writhed against his hand, raising her hips and moaning. He touched her there again and watched her hands fist in his bedding.

Giles used the strength of his upper body to push her back across his bed far enough so that he could kneel between her raised legs. His long fingers found that spot again and this time he didn’t stop till her body clenched rhythmically around them. He waited till she came down from her first orgasm before continuing. He kissed and nibbled at her breasts till she thought she might go mad with wanting him inside her. No other lover had been like this. Gradually working his way down her body, he slipped his tongue into her navel. His lightly whiskered chin left a red mark on her belly when he rubbed it against her. She couldn’t stop her hips arching into him. He smiled and opened her with his hands before delving into her with his lips and tongue.

She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body, brought on by his skillful mouth. He climbed up on her again and this time he let his penis brush her already over-sensitized sex. Buffy could no longer vocalize words. All she could do was moan and raise her hips. This was exactly what he had been striving for. He watched her face as he pushed himself into her.

Giles paced himself, maintaining a rhythm he had learned in his studies of ancient texts on sacred sex. He felt Buffy’s body clench around him again and he changed his pattern, stroking her in a spot that she had previously not known was so sensitive. This time, her climax nearly flipped them off the bed. At last, he thought, at last it was his time. He stroked into her for the final time and came inside her, pouring his essence into her body, uncaring that neither of them was protected. If a child came from this loving, he would rejoice.

Buffy’s body quivered under him, but she couldn’t seem to gain control over her limbs and finally gave up the attempt to move. Her mouth was as dry as the Sahara from her panting and screaming, but she couldn’t have walked to the bathroom to save her life. Giles rolled his upper body off her but kept his legs over hers. It felt good.

Neither was aware of falling asleep, but the next thing they knew, the morning sun was hitting them in the face. Buffy realized that her need for the toilet was critical and slid out from under him carefully. Just as she was about to leave his bed, his arm streaked around her.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.” She looked at him shyly. This man that she had known practically forever had rocked her world.

“Hurry back. I have plans,” he looked like a satyr, hair ruffled, and eyes glowing with passion. Buffy felt like she should check him for tiny horns or maybe cloven hooves but resisted.

Buffy dashed naked into the bathroom. He was pleased to see that the marks of his passion hadn’t completely faded from her body yet, despite her Slayer rejuvenating qualities. He heard her brushing her teeth. He grinned rather fiercely as she emerged from the room.

“My turn,” he told her hopping up, unashamed of his body as he walked to the toilet. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, but decided that he would shave later. He emerged to see that Buffy had straightened the bed somewhat.

“No point in making it again, yet,” she told him with a smile.

“No point at all,” he agreed and joined her on the mattress.

Buffy barely touched him before he was fully erect and ready for her. This time, she decided she would take charge. Pushing him down flat on his back, she mounted him, letting his erection slip into her but not moving. His hands curled up around her waist to encourage her, but she sat stubbornly still.

Suddenly he felt her clench around him, tight as if she had used her hand. He gasped and she relaxed her muscles only to do it again a second later. She rose slowly up till only the tip of his penis was in her body before sliding slowly down. Again, her body clenched him. He realized that if she continued this, he wouldn’t last three more strokes. Placing his hand at the junction of their bodies, he found the spot that made her crazy and began rubbing it in a circular motion even as she repeated her up and down movements. They screamed out their orgasms together. She collapsed on top of him, his body still sheathed inside her.

They were still recuperating when they heard Dawn’s door open and her footsteps hesitate in the hallway. Though she hesitated at Buffy’s door, Dawn finally turned and marched downstairs.

“Which raises an interesting point,” Buffy told him softly.

“And that is?”

“How are we going to break the news to the rest of the gang?”

“I suspect that Dawn may already have an idea.”

“Yeah, it’s not like we were exactly quiet.” They were silent as they contemplated their actions.

“Buffy?”

“Hmmm?”

“What does this mean for us? For you and me?”

“I don’t know, Giles, but I like it. I want to be with you for as long as we can be together.”

“I want that too.” He puzzled over her unusual phrasing.

“Good!” She stretched languorously. “Do you want the first shower?”

“We could conserve water and take one together,” he suggested, trying to sound practical, but mostly just coming off as lecherous.

“Oh yeah, like any bathing would get done that way!” She snorted softly.

“You just want to sleep a bit longer.”

“Mmmhmm.”

He kissed her fiercely before standing up. “Oh, very well.”

Buffy didn’t fall back asleep, despite her protests. She spent her time alone thinking about the change she had made in her life. She had taken a lover who had promised to never leave her. If he did, she would fade and die. Giles was a part of her, had been since she was sixteen. Maybe this was something she would regret later, but for right now, belonging to him, having him belong to her, well, it felt like coming home.

He came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans, but hadn’t gotten around to putting on a shirt. Buffy studied his body from beneath her lashes. Firm, very strong, handsome—yes, she was going to have to keep him. He was scarred but then, she had been the cause of so many of his wounds that protesting them was futile.

Walking to the bed he reached down and stroked her cheek. “Buffy, dearest, the bathroom is free.”

She opened her eyes and let her gaze roam his body. “Wow. You clean up really well, Rupert.”

He grinned down at her. “Thank you. Now, hurry and get cleaned up. We have a lot to talk about this morning.”

She obediently trotted into the steamy bathroom and took her shower, surprised to find that she had several spots on her body that were still slightly bruised from his attentions the night before. Interesting. It was as if her Slayer healing knew these were not wounds, but marks of love and affection. She stepped out of the shower and realized that she didn’t have anything to put on. All her clean clothes were in her own bedroom down the hall. Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped back into the bedroom.

Giles, realizing her dilemma, had nipped down to her bedroom and found her a pair of underpants, jeans and a T-shirt. He liked the thought of her going braless and so had deliberately excluded that garment from his list. By the time she was out of the shower, his bed was made and her clean garments spread out on top of it for her to don at her leisure.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the clean clothes. She had tossed him a grateful smile and dressed quickly, the gleam in his eyes notifying her that she’d better not linger over putting on her clothing or she wouldn’t be wearing it for quite a while longer. She knew he watched her every move as she dressed, but didn’t care. As her lover, the man who had made her feel such amazing things the night before, he was entitled to a little ogling.

They headed down to breakfast together. Dawn had already left for school so they were alone as they puttered around the kitchen. Buffy reached into the cupboard to pull down a couple of cereal bowls when Giles came up behind her, pressed himself tightly against her back and cupped her breasts through her shirt.

“I love being able to touch you this way,” he growled into her ear as he rubbed himself against her.

“It’s definitely got its plus side,” Buffy admitted, leaning back against him.

“We could skip breakfast. Go back to bed,” he suggested.

“I’m hungry.”

“So am I.” He nipped her neck playfully. She turned abruptly in his arms and began tickling him. He yelped and leapt backwards.

She nodded in satisfaction. “Let that be a lesson to you!”

He settled down momentarily while they ate cereal. Buffy tossed him a banana to cut up over the corn flakes and poured them both glasses of juice. By the time breakfast was over and they had rinsed off the dishes, he was back to feeling playful. Chasing her around the kitchen while she shrieked with laughter he tried to snap her with the damp dish towel. She pretended to trip and when he leaped to help her up, she flipped him carefully on his back and straddled him, pinning his arms to his sides with her knees.

“Huh! Not so tough now, are we, Mr. Dishtowel Snapper?”

“Some things a man’s better off not fighting—having a beautiful woman sitting on him certainly qualifies as one of them.”

“Smooth, Mr. Giles. Very smooth.”

“I do try, love.”

She leaned down and kissed him. One thing led very quickly to another and soon he was carrying her back to his bedroom. They loved each other well into the mid-afternoon and, in fact, were lying in a light doze when they heard Dawn come home.

“Buffy? You home?”

Buffy grabbed Giles’ robe and swung it around her before stepping to the bedroom door. “I’m upstairs Dawn, I’ll be down in a minute.”

“OK!” her sister yelled back, heading to the kitchen for a snack.

Buffy gathered up her clothing and began dressing as she found each piece. Giles simply lay back in the bed and watched her, blankets pulled up to his waist leaving his chest bare.

She tossed his jeans at him. “Come on. I’m not breaking this news by myself.”

He grinned wolfishly at her but complied in getting dressed. “How do you think she’s going to take it?”

Buffy tipped her head to one side as she thought about it. “Hard to say, I guess. She knows we’ve been spending more time together… I guess we’ll just have to play it by ear.”

Dawn was munching an apple when they walked into the kitchen together. She cast her eyes over them and nodded to herself. “So, I take it you guys are together?”

“Yes,” Buffy nodded.

“I see.”

“We want you to share our happiness, Dawn,” Giles explained.

The younger girl crossed her arms over her chest. “And may I ask just what your intentions are towards my sister?”

“Dawn!” Buffy protested vehemently.

“No, no, love. Your sister is quite right to question me. She’s just watching out for you.” He turned to the former Key. “Dawn, I intend to keep Buffy happy, loved and cherished for the rest of my life.”

Dawn nodded and turned to Buffy. “And what are your intentions towards Giles?”

“I love him and always will. I will take care of him in this life and the next. Not even death will separate us.”

Dawn tapped her foot, thought about their words for a moment and then nodded. “All right, but if either of you screws this up, I’m kicking butt.”

Giles laughed, picked her up, and twirled her around, her long dark hair flying out behind her. Shrieking with laughter, the two of them danced around the living room while Buffy watched, mouth open.

She looked at her sister cavorting around the room with her Watcher like they were high on something. The realization struck her that they were. They were high on life and feeling good. It was such an unusual mood for all of them that she hadn’t even recognized it. Giles whispered something in Dawn’s ear and they turned as one to Buffy and pulled her into their circle. She actually let herself wonder if she could begin to trust in this wonderful new sensation.

She and Giles worked side by side every day then came home at night and played and made love. It was practically idyllic. Something had to give.

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