Title: Lost Slayer 4/4
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.
The flight back to the U.S. was longer and even more boring than the flight out had been because they flew directly from Heathrow into LAX. Buffy swore she would go mad if she didn’t get a chance to stretch her legs soon. Giles spent an hour teaching her to do isometric exercises in her seat. It helped, but she spent a great deal of the flight sleeping, tucked under his arm.
They had married three days before leaving England. The ceremony hadn’t been much, but as Buffy had said, it was the vows that counted. Giles had taken her back to his flat afterwards. Taking her by the hand, he led her to his couch. “H, how do you feel, Buffy?”
“Surprisingly good.” She had touched his chest softly, almost tentatively with her free hand. “How do you feel?”
“Quite nervous, actually.”
“We can take this slow, Rupert, but I feel excited and all tingly and everything. I want to belong to you.”
She felt his hand tremble in hers. “I find that I want that too.”
Buffy ran her hand up the buttons on his shirt, slipping them from their holes as she moved. In a very few moments, his shirt was undone and hanging open. She pushed it off his shoulders and looked with disgust upon his undershirt. “When we go to California, you won’t want to wear all these layers. You’ll die of heat stroke.”
“I find myself rather warm even as we speak. Hot, even.”
She grinned. “I think you’re hot.”
He leaned forward and kissed her without further ado. It was everything and more that they had been expecting. His hands stroked softly down her sides, soothing her. It felt right.
Giles wanted to kiss her again, but knew that it was too soon. He wanted to leap on her and take her but, aside from the fact that rushing a Slayer might be a very bad idea, he wanted to make her first time special..
Bending down, he gently nibbled along her neck, feeling her shiver with the vulnerability of the position. Her hands smoothed across his chest and she hummed a contented sigh at the solidness of him.
“You feel good.”
“So do you.”
He kissed her again, this time, letting some of his burning need for her show. With one quick movement, he slipped her blouse over her head.. She had worn only the flimsiest excuse for a bra and he took the opportunity to remove that as well.
Stepping back slightly, he helped her slide his shirt off his shoulders. Before they could go any further, he swept her up and carried her into their bedroom. He deposited her gently on the floor and carefully untied the flowered skirt she wore. Giles had to swallow a lump in his throat at the sight of her satin thong panties. Kneeling in front of her, he slid them down her legs, leaving her totally naked.
Buffy reached for his trousers and had them unfastened and removed in a moment along with his shoes. She paused for a second to admire his silk boxers before adding them to the growing pile of clothing flung onto the chair. He was naked except for his dress socks and she smiled at the sight.
“You know, it’s not necessarily a good thing when a beautiful woman sees a man naked for the first time and smiles.”
“Sorry, it’s the socks.”
He reached down and pulled them off, using his crouched position to push her back on the bed. She bounced and laughed, her face radiating happiness. Giles leaped up and joined her in bed, rolling her in his arms and they laughed together.
They made gentle, exploratory love to each other, raising their desires to a fever pitch. When he finally knelt over her, ready to join his body to hers, he hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am, Rupert.”
He placed himself against her entrance and slowly pushed till he could feel the evidence of her innocence. Bending down, he kissed her, distracting her for a moment while he pushed sharply against the barrier. In an instant he was encased in her body and it felt marvelous. She fit him like a silken, velvety glove.
Buffy hadn’t had time to tense at the sudden intrusion into her most private area. It barely hurt, a fact for which she was grateful. She wiggled her hips a bit, trying to get used to the feel of him inside her. When he began to move, she wasn’t sure she entirely liked the feeling, and then something started happening. She felt her body clench involuntarily around him, increasing the friction. Her hips rose and his cock, slick with her body fluids, rubbed against her clitoris. Buffy moved so she could experience that very interesting sensation again. It definitely felt good so she repeated her movements. In a very few moments, she was moving in sync with his large masculine body above her.
“Something’s happening, Giles! Something…”
“Go with it, love. Let yourself fly.” He shifted his angle slightly to give her more sensation. Giles knew the second she went over, her body gripping him as tightly as a fist as it milked his sperm from him.
He rested on his elbows, his head against her breast letting both their heart rates come back to something like normal before he rolled off of her. Without a second thought, he pulled her against him and kissed her sweaty brow.
“Are you all right?”
“I think so. I didn’t know…I mean, that was just so…much..”
“It was, rather, wasn’t it? Did it, did I hurt you?”
“Only for a second, then it got very interesting. I think I like making love.”
He grinned into her hair. “I’m glad. I rather thought we might do it again, sometime.”
“I think I’d like that.” She paused for a moment. “When?”
He chuckled. “Give me a few minutes to regroup, dearest.”
The next time, he had her assume the dominant position and sit astride him. It was an eye-opener for her. She liked the power of watching her Watcher, seeing just exactly what made him squirm. “I think I like this, Rupert.”
“Well, you’re certainly showing an aptitude.” His eyes nearly crossed when she flexed some interior muscle. “Good Lord!”
They played and made love all night and when morning finally arrived it was to find two very tired, very sated people. Buffy snuggled into his arms and they slept till noon when pressing hunger pangs woke her.
She looked at her sleeping husband and stroked her hand over his shoulder and chest. He was nicely muscled, not rippling or anything, but you could see he kept in shape. Older than her, yes, but very, very, nice, she thought.
Giles woke to the feeling of being gently explored. Buffy’s hand was skimming his exposed chest and shoulder, slipping down to his blanket-covered waist and back up again. It felt nice. He opened his eyes.
“Good morning, love. Is there a problem?”
“Good morning, sweetie. I’m just hungry.”
“Well, I have it on rather good authority that Slayers need to be fed rather often.” He smiled. “Besides, I’m hungry too!” He stretched mightily and as he relaxed, grabbed her and rolled her beneath him..
Buffy squeaked and laughed as he dropped a dozen kisses on her face. “Have I mentioned that I love you?”
Looking down on her sweet face, he grew serious. “Do you?”
“Yes, I do. You’re my hero, my rescuer, my lover. The man who led me away from sorrow into a new life. My other half, my right hand, my heart.”
“All of that?” He kissed her again. “I love you too, you know. You are the woman I was born for.”
“Then I guess we did the right thing.”
“I think we did.”
Her stomach growled impatiently. “Feed me, Rupert or I’m going to wither away right before your eyes.”
“We need to shower,” he said decisively and scooped her up before walking to the bathroom. They took turns washing each other and had a great deal of fun till the water heater started cooling down.
Giles helped her from the shower and wrapped her in a large towel, commandeering one for himself at the same time. “Go get dressed before you freeze,” he told her with a grin.
“You too!”
“I need to shave.”
She ran her hand over his bristly cheek. “I kinda like it.”
Bending down, he rubbed her bare shoulder with his beard. She giggled and ran from him. He followed her and caught her by their bed. With a ferocious growl he pounced on her and tossed her on the bed. She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Pulling her towel open, he ran his whiskery chin over her breasts and stomach. She shrieked with laughter and rolled him so that she was straddling his hips.
“Oh, think you’re tough, eh?”
She pushed his hands down to either side of his head and bending low, kissed him, trailing her mouth down his cheek, neck and belly till she came to his now rampant manhood.
“Oooo. Looky what I found!”
“I thought you wanted breakfast.”
She placed a soft kiss on his arousal. “I do, but this is so nice, I hate to just waste it.”
He laughed and pushed her back, dropping a kiss on her lips at the same time. “There’s plenty more where that came from and if we start, you know that not only will you go hungry for quite a while longer, we won’t be able to see much of London while we’re here.”
Buffy pouted. She liked the new games her husband had introduced her to, but she was hungry. “Oh, all right for now. But later…”
“Later is an entirely different story, sweet love.”
Buffy smiled at the memories they had created on the three days of their honeymoon. She knew that what was coming was going to be bad, but whatever happened in Sunnydale, she had gotten this time with Rupert, time to just be a young woman in love.
She was in love with him, she thought happily. Deeply and truly in love for the first time in her life and it felt great. To love and be loved was the most special gift humans could share. Snuggling a bit closer to him, she rested her head on his shoulder.
He looked down at her with loving eyes. “All right, love?”
“Fine. What do you think Sunnydale is going to be like?”
“I don’t know, actually. From what Travers said, we can expect rather a lot of, ah, nocturnal activity.” He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
“I’m glad we had some time for extra training, then. Do I really have to go to school?”
“Yes, you really do. It won’t be that bad. Maybe you can make some friends, spend a bit of time with young people.”
“But you’re the one I want to spend time with,” she pouted.
“We’ll have that time, but we are going there to work, as well. It will be an adventure.”
She rolled her eyes, but hid the gesture from him. He was so hyped about all this Slayer stuff that she just didn’t have the heart to rain on his parade. They circled LAX a couple of times before landing and Buffy was feeling motion sick. Giles, gathering their carryon luggage, was alarmed by her pallor.
“Are you all right, Buffy?”
“Kinda feeling sick, Giles. The sooner we get off this plane and away from this crowd, the better I’m going to feel.”
He helped her off the plane and waited outside a restroom while she washed her face. She came out a few minutes later feeling shaky but unlikely to barf.
“I didn’t know you were prone to motion sickness.”
“Ever since I was a kid. One time my folks went on a driving vacation. I lasted three days before we had to turn around and come home. I got so dehydrated from throwing up that they put me in the hospital for twenty-four hours. I just hate the feeling, all dizzy and squoogy.”
He hid a grin at her description. “Well, I can’t have my darling wife feeling ‘squoogy.’ Would something to eat help?’
For the first time in their acquaintance, Buffy paled at the thought of food. “No, thanks. And please, don’t talk about it, OK? Could we just get a hotel room for tonight? I’ll be all right by morning.”
“I was hoping to push on to Sunnydale,” he said, then stopped as he saw her features whiten even more. “I don’t suppose there is any dire reason to head out today, however.”
She looked at him gratefully.
They got a hotel room out of the main stream of traffic and Buffy went to lay down with a damp washcloth over her eyes.
True to her word, she was better in the morning. Giles took her out for breakfast and she had a double serving of everything. “I missed supper and barely had anything on that stupid plane yesterday. I’m practically ready to faint!”
He chuckled and passed her the basket full of individual jelly packets, grimacing as she mixed strawberry, grape and apple on one piece of toast.
“It should take us about two hours to get into Sunnydale. The Council has arranged for us to have an apartment. All we need to do is pick up the keys from the landlord.”
“What about our stuff?”
“It should arrive tomorrow by freight. I imagine we’ll spend the next week or so unpacking.”
Buffy sighed. “Boring.”
“Possibly. But we can take time out to see more of our new home town as well.”
She nodded and shrugged. “I’ve traveled a lot and one town is pretty much like another, when you get right down to it.”
“Well, this one does have an incipient Hellmouth on it. That should give it a bit of variety.”
Buffy smiled. “I guess.”
~*~
The drive was long and full of nostalgia for Buffy. She had taken this very road before with her parents on vacation years before, though she couldn’t remember if they had passed through Sunnydale or not. The familiar skyline of LA wreathed in smog made her sigh.
Giles glanced over at her. “Problem, love?”
“Not really. I was just thinking… My dad’s out there someplace and I haven’t seen him in three years. He doesn’t know if I’m dead or alive. Soon, we’re going to be in Sunnydale where I stand a pretty decent chance of running into my mom.” She fell silent for a long moment. “I love my parents, really, I do. But when they just let me go to that place…I don’t know. It hurt me, bad.”
Giles nodded. “I don’t doubt that they fought assiduously for you, Buffy. But the law is very powerful in this country and the individual relatively weak. Also, they might have thought that a stay in a hospital might, ah, cure you of your delusions.”
She nodded. “I totally understand all that, Giles. It doesn’t stop it from feeling like a betrayal though.”
“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” He thought about the circumstances for a few minutes. “I’m afraid this might be one of those things we simply have to live with. We can’t change how the situation played out all those years ago. We can only move forward. I will be there with you from now on. You won’t be left alone again.”
She put her hand out and touched his thigh. “I know. I love you, Watcher.”
~*~
Sunnydale was about what they had expected: outwardly a prosperous small town reflecting middle America and beneath, a seething cess pit of unthinkable evil. Buffy clutched her stomach as they crossed into the town proper.
“What’s wrong?” Giles asked her in concern, seeing her face go pale.
“My Slayer alarm thingy went off big time. This isn’t Mayberry, Giles.”
“Ah, no, it’s Sunnydale,” he replied, not getting the reference.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m referring to an old time TV show where there was this small town called Mayberry. The worst thing that ever happened there was somebody had to eat Aunt Bea’s pickles.”
“A TV show?”
“Yup.”
“Oh.” He didn’t know what else to say. It still seemed like a total non sequitur to him.
She patted his leg again. “It’s OK, love. It’s not important.”
He finally pulled the car into an apartment complex and found a parking spot near the office. “Do you want to come in with me whilst I get the keys?”
“Nuh huh. I’m going to look around a little if that’s OK with you. I’d like to stretch my legs some.”
He nodded. “As you wish.”
Buffy took a short walk around the complex. It wasn’t big: five apartments arranged in a “U” shape around an open courtyard. It even had a fountain. “Nice,” she said out loud. None of the flats seemed to share a common wall and were joined only at the roof that swept over all of them. It was quite attractive, sequestered and private. She heard Giles call her name and jogged back to him.
“This is a pretty nice place, Giles.”
“I’m glad you like it. It seems to be quiet, at least.” He followed the landlord’s directions and led them both to the far back apartment. The entrance was mostly hidden from view by being set back and below the level of the courtyard. Buffy reflected that she should be able to come and go at all hours without being seen from the front door.
He unlocked the door and they stepped into the apartment. It was on the small side for two people, Buffy thought. The kitchen was pretty much just a suggestion, separated from the rest of the living room by a pass through. Divided into a living room, a tiny dining area, a small office or bedroom, and bathroom on the ground floor with the loft area upstairs containing a couple of good-sized closets, a bedroom and a half-bath, it was going to be snug when all of Giles’ stuff arrived.
“It’s not that I don’t like it—it’s pretty neat really, but it seems on the small side for both of us and your stuff too.”
“We shall manage, I suppose.”
“What happens when I bring home friends from school? It’s pretty obvious that there’s only one bedroom.”
“F, friends? Buffy, you are the Slayer.”
“Yes, but I have to live in the world, Giles. I’ll be a total geek if I can’t make friends at school. Outcasts are too isolated. We want to blend in, not call attention to ourselves. I’ll meet kids and probably go to their houses and they’ll expect to come to mine. I can make excuses for a while, but eventually…” she shrugged her shoulders.
“I, I see. I hadn’t thought of that. Neither, I suspect, has the Council. I was going to register you at the school as Buffy Summers, but perhaps that needs to be rethought?”
She sat down on the carpeted floor and rested her back against the wall. He gave his trousers a hitch and joined her. “Buffy Summers or Buffy Giles? As Buffy Summers, I could be your ward, as Buffy Giles…I dunno. Are we supposed to be related or something? ‘Cause there is no way I’m letting people think you’re my dad.”
“No. I believe I’d find that rather distasteful, myself. Not to mention, I’d probably be arrested if people found out we were sleeping together.”
“Ick. That squicks me!”
He grinned at her vocabulary. “Er, squicks?”
“You know, the whole ‘doing it with my dad’ thing?”
He shuddered. “Yes, it rather squicks me, as well.”
“So, we can’t actually let anybody know we’re married—not many sixteen year olds have a husband. We can’t let people see what our sleeping arrangements are, either. This is going to be tough.” She leaned against his shoulder while they both thought.
Finally, she sighed. “I think I’m going to have to be Buffy Summers. You can be my guardian, if the question should come up. If we have people over, I can say I sleep on the couch.”
“Hardly ideal.”
“I did warn the Council that this was a bad idea,” Buffy countered. “If I wasn’t attending high school, I wouldn’t need a cover story. I could just be your wife.”
“I’d like that, but that isn’t the cover we have arranged. Besides, you need to be at the school to see what is going on.”
“I guess.” She sounded sulky. “Why couldn’t they have gotten me a job as a gym teacher?”
“Because you look sixteen and a young sixteen at that.”
“It’s because I’m short.” She crossed her arms over her chest. A pout was definitely in the offing.
“I love you anyway.” He dropped a kiss on top of her head.
“I love you too and I’m sorry to be whiny. It’s just…school has some bad associations for me.”
“I understand. We’ll deal with it together.”
“OK.” She stretched up and kissed his neck. “We’d better spend some time getting our stories straight. You’re my guardian. We live in this tiny, one bedroom apartment because, uh, it’s all we could afford on your teacher’s salary. Um, how come you’re my guardian, anyway?”
“Your parents divorced and neither of them wanted to take responsibility for a rebellious teen.”
“Fine. And I ended up with you because?”
“I was a close friend of your family and offered to become your legal guardian whist your parents worked out their differences.”
“Is that even legal?”
“I don’t see why not. We have the paperwork to prove it, after all. Simply try to avoid the subject, if possible. It is unlikely that we will be able to hide the fact that we live together, but I don’t see why it is anyone’s business what our actual relationship is.”
“OK. We can give it a try.”
“Good show, dear.”
“What are we going to do for furniture tonight?” she wondered as she looked around the bare apartment.
“I have a couple of sleeping bags in the car. I daresay one night on the floor won’t kill us.”
“Well, take me out and feed me. We can stop and get some groceries at the same time. Did you ship your pots and pans?”
“No. I thought I’d just buy some.”
“I feel a need for intense shopping.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” He sighed. “How tedious.”
“Nah, it won’t be too bad. Let’s go to Walmart and drop a bundle on kitchen stuff. Will we need sheets and bedding?”
“I suppose so.”
“Towels and bathroom stuff?”
“Yes.”
She looked at him in bemusement. “What exactly did you pack?”
“My books and reference materials, our weapons and some clothing.”
“But nothing to actually live with?”
“Er, no?”
“Furniture?”
“Well… I have six rather nice book cases, and a desk.”
“How about a bed?”
“No.”
“Couch? Chairs?”
He shook his head.
She stood up and pulled him from the floor. “Let’s go. This is going to take some time.”
With Buffy in charge, they put quite a dent in the Council’s bank account, arranging for the furniture to be delivered the next day whenever possible. After the furniture, they purchased linens, bedding, and kitchen supplies. He was glad she was along because she actually remembered things like brooms and hoovers and cleaning supplies, not to mention toilet paper.
They sat around that evening, tired from a long day of spending money and made plans for the rest of the week.
“I’ll go off to school tomorrow and get you registered. You should stay here and sign for the furniture,” he told her.
“OK. I’m probably going to have to have an interview with the principal eventually, but the semester doesn’t start till next week, so no problem.”
They spread their sleeping bags out and zipped them together before snuggling in each other’s arms for the night.
~*~
The principal was a chubby man of middle age and a happy disposition. Buffy sort of liked him, even if he did insist on making speeches and giving her a very “California” approach to her education.
“So, Miss Summers, I just want to let you know that you start with a fresh slate at Sunnydale high. We have a very nurturing attitude here. We don’t care at all what your previous transcripts say,” he told her as he ripped them in half. “Not even if they say…” his eyes widened as he read a snippet of her review.
She jumped into his monologue. “I know my transcripts are a little…colorful…”
“Are you sure colorful is the right word? Not dismal?”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“You burned down a gym.”
“Yeah, but you aren’t seeing the big picture here. That gym was totally full of vampi, uh, asbestos.”
Buffy watched as he taped together the papers he had just ripped up. “Well, other schools might say ‘stay out of trouble’ or ‘keep your nose clean’ but not at Sunnydale. This is a fresh start for you, Buffy.”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks very much.”
“Now, you’ll need to get your reading list from the librarian.. Here’s your schedule. I’m expecting great things from you, Buffy. We can make this work.”
She smiled and thanked him again before beating a hasty retreat. Glancing down, she read the location of her first class and walked through the crowded hall, not noticing the handsome black-haired boy who tracked her every move.
Her first class was History of Western Civilization. Which, as far as she could see, meant talking about Europe. The teacher called on them to open their textbooks to a certain chapter, but she hadn’t yet obtained her books. The pretty brunette sitting next to her offered to share and they put their heads together over the text.
“Hi, I’m Cordelia.”
“I’m Buffy.”
Buffy let the other girl’s chatter wash over her, replying only as much as she needed to get by. Cordelia didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, didn’t care. They were walking down the hall when Buffy spotted a red-headed girl at the drinking fountain. It was one of the kids from her dream. Buffy smiled at her. Cordelia made some snotty comments about how badly the other girl was dressed, which, Buffy had to admit, was pretty bad. Still, she made a note to herself to single out the younger girl when she could speak to her alone.
Cordelia had to go off to another class and Buffy decided to use the free time to head over to the library. She turned around and was bumped by a tall boy who was hurrying down the hall.
“Sorry!”
“That’s all right.”
They both knelt to pick up her dropped stuff.
“I’m Xander, could I have you?” Humiliation at his gaffe written all over his face, he quickly corrected himself. “I mean, could I help you?” He babbled on about how since they both attended the same school they might meet each other occasionally. Buffy had to smile. His was the second familiar face from her dream. Contact had been established. Things were going to be all right.
“I’m Buffy. I’m new.”
END