Title: The Ultimatum
Author: Sweetdoggie (stirling_summer@yahoo.com)
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Why Giles really left in Season 6 and how Buffy stopped him from going
Spoilers: Up to mid-season 6
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.
Notes: This was only the second fic I ever wrote so if it totally stinks, sorry.

They sat together in the training room, talking softly to each other. Giles sat on the bench and calmly told Buffy that he was leaving, returning to England for her own good. He explained how she would never learn to stand on her own if he stayed because he would always step in to take away any problems in her life.

Buffy tried to reason with him, begged and pleaded with him to stay, but he was adamant. She wanted to storm off into the night, rage at his betrayal marking her every movement, but something stopped her. It was the knowledge that if she left the room, she would be alone for the rest of her life. It wasn’t a thought that she could bear. She stood and looked at him calmly before she spoke.

“All right, Giles. You’ve told me what you’re going to do, for my own good,” she sneered as she spoke the words. “Now, I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do if you leave me.” She paced for a moment, then continued to speak. “The minute you are on that plane, I will pack up Dawn, put my house up for sale and leave town. There will be no more Slayer. I will never fight another creature of darkness again. The Hellmouth can open up and swallow this town and everybody in it for all I care. You know I never wanted to be the Slayer. Well, if you leave, I will get that wish. Dawn and I will leave and I won’t tell anybody where we’re going. There won’t be any calling me back to fight the next apocalypse. If the Council wants a Slayer, they had better get Faith out of prison, because I will not be here.”

Giles was shocked. “Buffy, it’s your sacred duty to be the Slayer. You can’t just give that up!”

“Watch me!” she snarled. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t watch me, Watcher, because you’ll be on the plane back to England. That’s my ultimatum. You stay and I will fight evil till I die again, and if I come back again, I’ll fight again, forever, if that’s what it takes. You leave, and I’m gone too.”

“What about Xander and Willow, Anya, Tara, the rest of your friends you’ve made? Are you willing to abandon them to possible death?” Giles tried to reason with her.

“You know what? I love all those people and it’s really going to hurt to leave them, but I will leave. If they want to live, they need to leave Sunnydale too. They are as adult as I am, and if they want to stay and fight and die, well, that’s their choice. Mine is to leave.”

Giles stood and paced around the room. “Why are you doing this? I understand that you feel you need me like a child needs its security blanket, but you’re not a child. I just can’t believe you would turn your back on everything that has mattered to you for the last six years like this.”

“What’s to understand? If you turn your back on me, on what we’ve been and done since I was sixteen years old, well, why can’t I? You’ve dedicated your entire life to being a Watcher. All I’m asking of you is to continue Watching.”

“Buffy, I didn’t want to admit this, but you are the reason I’m willing to give up being a Watcher. You don’t need me, all you need is the comfort of knowing that somebody is there for you and I just can’t do that anymore. I’m forty-six years old and I want a life of my own. I’m tired of just being the ‘side-kick’ for the Slayer. I want to have a life again, and I can’t do it if you’re still in my life.”

She looked at him, pain radiating from her eyes. “Do you think I don’t know that, Giles? Do you think if I had a choice, I’d do this to you? I’m not the Council’s Slayer, I’m yours! I have never belonged to anybody but you. I slay for you, not because I give a damn if the world ends tomorrow. If you leave, there is no Slayer.”

Giles was now as furious as Buffy. “You think its easy being your Watcher? Well, it’s not! You have treated me like dirt for years, yet the minute I try to have a life outside Watching, it’s taken away from me. Jenny died and Olivia was terrified to the point where she won’t even visit anymore. Neither of these things is your fault but they wouldn’t have happened if I weren’t a Watcher, if I hadn’t come to this town. You get to have lovers, God knows you rub my nose in that fact often enough! But Giles, old, gross Giles just has to make do with celibacy. Years of it! By God, Buffy, I’m tired of it.”

He turned to her with absolute rage in his face. “You want me to stay, well, there’s only one way I will do so. I want a lover. I want a woman in my bed every night and I want to wake up with her in my arms every morning. That woman is going to be you. From tonight onward, we will be lovers. You will pretend to love me, not only in front of the others, but to me as well. I want at least the illusion that you care for me. You will kiss me and make love to me. Touch me, taste me, and breathe me every day for the rest of your life. The first time I hear an eeeuw or gross from you, I’ll be on the next plane back to England.” He stopped in front of her. “What’s your decision, Buffy? Will you be my lover?”

She was shocked. She had never imagined he would issue an ultimatum of his own. Buffy looked at him speculatively. Her glance slid from his angry red face, down his tightly muscled frame to his clenched fists, paused on his groin, before finally falling to his shoes. Her eyes then repeated the path, but upwards. When she reached his eyes, she nodded.

“If that’s what it takes to keep you in Sunnydale, then yes, I’ll become your lover. I would just as soon the others never find out why we are taking this step either, so that’s not an issue. Dawn can’t know-and since she will be living with us, we’ll be on duty 24/7. If you think you can do that, well, I can too. We can move your stuff to my house tonight, if you want.”

He grabbed her arms and shook her slightly. “Be very sure, Buffy. Once we take this step, there is no going back. Once you are mine, you will be with me forever. Do you understand? There will be no boyfriends, no dates, no other lovers in your life. Just me with my forty-six year old body, making love to you every night. Can you stand that?”

“I can stand it. Can you stand being with a twenty-one year old woman who has the responsibility of the whole damn world resting on her shoulders? You understand that my sister and I come as a package deal? What happens when you get tired of that, Giles? You won’t just be sending your Slayer out every night to fight and die. From now on, you’ll be sending your lover. Can you cope?”

He shook her again. “Do you think it’s ever been easy for me, Buffy? Nothing has been easy for me since you bounced into the library six years ago. I can’t see anything becoming easier in the foreseeable future either.” He released her arms and walked back to the bench. Seating himself on it, he gestured to her to approach him.

When she did, he patted his leg. “Sit down, Buffy. We need to begin growing accustomed to our new relationship.”

She tilted her head sideways, but slipped between his legs and perched on his hard thigh. Her left arm went around his neck and her right balanced her against his chest. She could feel his heart beating hard and rapidly.

He took her face in his large hand and turned it towards him. “Kiss me, Buffy. Kiss me as if you loved me.”

She let her right hand slide slowly up his chest to his jaw where she cupped his cheek tenderly. “I do love you, Giles. This is no hardship, it’s just different.” So saying, she bent slowly forward till her lips grazed his lightly, tasting him. Carefully, she dragged her soft mouth against his, till she captured his lower lip between her own. She stroked it gently with her tongue till his mouth parted for her. Slipping inside his mouth, she stroked him to arousal, their mouths fighting for supremacy. The kiss lingered till they pulled back to take in air.

He let her quiet statement of love slip through his mind. “What do you mean, you love me? I know you think of me as your father.”

“Geez, Giles. Chill, why don’t you. I can promise you that I never French-kissed my dad, never wanted to either. I don’t need another daddy, Watcher. Do you think you can be man enough to be my lover?”

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to his office. Placing her on the couch, he knelt beside her on the floor. “I can be your lover, Buffy. I want to be. I am going to make you mine so that you can never even think about another man. You are never going to think about Angel or Riley again after this, Buffy, I promise you.”

He stretched out his hands and began pulling off the soft tank top she wore. Underneath, she was bra-less. He let his eyes feast on her smooth young breasts before gently bending down to place kisses upon the upright nipples. He let his tongue graze softly across the hard tips. Buffy growled lightly as he blew across the damp trail left by his mouth. He undid her jeans and pulled them off, taking her shoes and socks at the same time. Now she lay unclothed except for the thin wisp of satin shielding her female center.

He began kissing her body, stroking it gently with hands that suddenly seemed larger and stronger than any she had ever felt before. He lightly touched the soft satin with the edge of his finger. Her body responded by arching towards him, her hands pulling at his fully dressed form.

He stood suddenly and removed his clothes. He was clearly ready for her, she noted, staring at his erection. She would never have suspected that Giles was that large--and he seemed to be uncircumcised. Briefly, she wondered why? Wasn’t it standard procedure to cut off that part in baby boys? As he knelt once again by the side of the couch, she let her hands run through the crisp hair on his chest, seeking his sensitive nipples with the tip of her nails.

When one of her hands slipped around him, he jerked slightly. It had been a long time since anyone but himself had touched that part of his body. The fact that it was his beloved Buffy’s hand made it even more intimate. A drop of moisture appeared at the tip of his penis. Buffy smoothed her thumb across it, wetting the head as she grazed the sensitive rim. She let her hand slide down his shaft to cup his balls in their thick bag. Buffy felt herself becoming quite wet and aroused at the feel of him. She realized she wanted him to be inside her, pumping himself into her body in the most intimate dance of all. She let her hands glide around his body to his firm buttocks as she scraped gently with her nails.

He arched toward her, his cock throbbing for her liquid heat. He pulled her panties off with one strong rip and slid his finger along her nether lips till it gently slipped inside her. Her response was instantaneous. She came with a startled shudder, pushing her hips against his lightly thrusting finger. He looked up into her face, amazed that he had brought her to culmination so quickly. He continued to explore her sex with his talented hand while he kissed and fondled her breasts with the other. Soon, she was gasping and writhing beneath him, her hands trying desperately to pull him into her body.

When he felt her on the edge of another release, he quickly moved up till he was kneeling between her spread thighs and with one quick thrust, pushed himself inside her body. He angled his thrusts to give her the maximum amount of contact with his penis, slowly dragging its hard length over her most sensitive point. He began speeding the timing of his thrusts, till she came with a shout. As soon as she clenched around his shaft, he shot himself deep into her womb, pulsing madly.

He slowly lowered his large frame onto hers, gently rolling them so that they lay on their sides, her back to the back of the couch. He was still deep within her, their bodies occasionally shuddering with the aftermath of spent passion. He gently kissed her face. “You are mine now. We will never be apart again.”

Buffy snuggled against him. “I think I can get used to that, Giles.” An idea occurred to her and she tilted her head up for a moment. “Do you want me to call you Rupert now? Or something else? Somehow, Giles seems a little formal,” she flipped her hand at their nakedness, “now.”

He ran his hand down her slim waist, over her muscular thigh and cupped one firm globe of her butt, kneading it. “Rupert would be nice,” he admitted. “Nobody here ever calls me by my first name and I think I would like the intimacy.”

“OK, Rupert.” She snuggled against him once more. “Would you mind if we had a little nap?”

He smiled into her hair. He didn’t hate himself for making his Slayer his lover. He knew this was the best choice for both of them. He had loved her madly since she was sixteen, and only with the greatest care had he avoided letting her know of his true feelings. Now, they were together and he would never let her go again. He pulled her tightly against him. “I think a short nap might be in order, my dear.” He reached up to the back of the couch and pulled the folded blanket across them both. Within minutes, they were sound asleep.

Giles woke about an hour later, Buffy still wrapped tightly in his arms. He glanced at the office clock and noted the time. The others would be here soon; they needed to get dressed. He placed a kiss on Buffy’s upturned face. “Wake up, love. We need to get dressed.”

“Wha…” Buffy grumbled. Her eyes popped open and she recalled what had occurred between them. She grinned and kissed his face. “Hi, Rupert. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing well, thank you.” He smiled. “We need to get dressed before the others come in, Buffy.”

“Oh, yeah. That could be kind of awkward if they walked in on us.” She sat up and watched while he pulled on his clothing. She finally began moving, finding the scattered pieces of her garments all around the office. Her panties were the only casualty, the rest were merely rumpled. She chuckled as she pulled on her jeans.

“What’s so funny?” He inquired.

She looked up at him. “I don’t know, this, us…” she gestured expansively. “The guys are gonna freak. What’s the story going to be, lover-mine?”

“We will simply tell them that we realized how deeply we loved each other and that we are now a couple. They will just have to deal with it.” He looked at her seriously. “Can you deal with this, Buffy? Are we OK?”

She stepped over to the large man and placed her hands on his chest. “We are so OK, that I wish we had done this years ago. I’m not saying this just to placate you, Rupert. I love you. You are my friend, my Watcher, my mentor, my guide, and now my lover. There is no bad here.”

He took her hands and raised them to his lips. “I’m glad, love. I would never want to hurt you, but I simply can not live without you anymore.”

“You never have to, baby. We’re together and we have a bond that won’t be broken till death.” She leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Let’s make that a long time from now, huh?”

“As you say, love, sounds like a plan.” He smiled and opened the office door.

The End