Title: Fun Indeed
Author: Weezer
Summary: Buffy hears Giles sing, sees him from another woman’s eys, and decides she wants her watcher for herself.
Catagory: (Comedy/sex)
Spoilers: None really
Pairing: B/G
Rating: R/NC-17
Feedback: welcome! If you want it, ask Weez2424@aol.com
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine (belong to Joss, et al.), and I'm just having fun with them.

Author's Note: (Still working on finishing my Emma series. Thought I’d get a little short somthin’ out for you all to enjoy in the interim. You know it’s scary when this is supposed to be the short one. Enjoy . . .)

Giles finished and the small crowd clapped. He blushed, stammered a little (that’s my Giles, Buffy thought) and informed the crowd he was done for the evening, but he’d be back next weekend. He gave a little bow and Buffy just grinned. God he could be so cute sometimes.

Giles turned, opened his guitar case and packed away the guitar. As he stood to leave the stage a few people were there waiting to shake his hand, offer tips, and tell them how much they enjoyed his singing. He looked a little intimidated, but smiled and took the complements well as well as the cash. Buffy knew Giles thoroughly enjoyed it, but his British upbringing dictated modesty. He probably had to get used to taking a compliment. God knows, he didn’t get much practice from the gang. Ok, most of that was probably her fault. She did love to tease him though. She’d have to remember to try to complement him more often. Tell Giles more of the good things she thought and felt about him.

Giles walked towards the table where Buffy and Willow were sitting. He smiled tentatively and raised his eyebrows as if to ask for a review. Buffy gave him two thumbs up and a huge smile. Willow was still clapping like a little groupie. He chuckled. As he passed the table where the older woman was sitting, he glanced at her. She had still not taken her eyes off of him. She said something to him as he passed that made him stop. He leaned on the top of his guitar case and talked to her for a few moments. Something she said made him smile and blush a little. Buffy wished Slayer powers included lip reading. Buffy stared at the two intently; she didn’t like the way the woman was looking at Giles, or he at her for that matter. Of course, she was so intent on her own prying that she didn’t notice Willow staring at her, wondering what the look on Buffy’s face meant.

Finally, Giles shook the woman’s hand, holding it longer than necessary to fulfill his British obligations of propriety, which was not lost on Buffy. God! Did he “want” to hold her hand and touch her? Buffy was even more pissed. Wait a minute, why am I pissed? I should be happy. Giles needs a life. He needs someone to like him like Ms. Calendar did.

The woman gave Giles something and he looked at it, said something and put it in his chest pocket. He even patted it a couple times before he flashed her one of his “melt me into a puddle of goo” smiles and headed toward Willow and Buffy’s table. Buffy panicked and immediately turned to Willow to fake a conversation. She was met with a questioning stare from Willow. “What was that all about?” Willow asked.

“No kidding,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes toward that woman’s table.

“No, I mean you. You looked . . . mad,” she said.

But Giles was almost to their table, so Buffy shushed Willow and mouthed “later.” Giles leaned his guitar case against the wall near their table and took a seat across from the two girls. He still had a view of the woman he had just left. “So,” he said.

“Yeah. So.” Buffy said, a little more irritated than she had intended. Giles looked at her confusedly.

“What Buffy so ineloquently meant is that you were wonderful. I can’t believe it Giles, how come we never knew you could sing?” Willow asked, successfully changing the subject.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s always been a private thing for me. I rarely sing in public anymore since the old days,” he said.

God he looked hot in that leather jacket. Oh my god, was that an earring in his ear. Buffy started feeling warm. Then her eyes passed over the pocket in his shirt. That chick’s number was probably in there.

“That’s right. You were in a band as a young hoodlum,” Willow said.

Giles laughed, “Yes, and hoodlum probably isn’t that far off the mark. I played a lot harder stuff back then, but I’ve always loved more acoustic pieces, folk music, et cetera.” He turned to find Buffy’s eyes still boring a hole through his chest. “Buffy, is something wrong?” he asked.

“Wha? Oh, no. Just a little too much caffeine, I guess,” she said, finally taking her eyes off of the pocket that likely held that woman’s telephone number. “So, you like to sing because it’s personal, huh? Like a spiritual thing or art?”

“Yes, I suppose you could say that,” he said a little wary of her skeptical tone.

“Not because it’s a great way to pick up chicks?” She asked, nodding to his pocket.

He laughed heartily, “Buffy. What on earth?”

“Come on Watcher-mine, tell me you don’t do it for the digits,” Buffy said.

He laughed again. “I suppose I can’t say I didn’t start it for that reason. Back in the day.” He looked off in a fond reminiscence. “But I ended up really liking it.”

“And you’re really good at it too,” Willow added.

“Thanks, Willow,” he said then looked back to Buffy who was still staring at him, apparently waiting for a truthful answer or at least the answer she thought he should have given. “OK, OK,” he chuckled, “enough with the third degree stare, Buffy. Yes, I do enjoy getting ‘the digits’ as you say. I admit it.”

“I knew it!” Buffy said triumphantly.

“Yay you,” He said in Buffy-speak. “So what’s the point of this interrogation?”

“Oh, just curious,” she said looking away so he couldn’t see her lying eyes. Eagles’ song, right? She asked herself, she thought she remembered Giles humming to it one time when it came on the radio at her work out. Of course it only came on the radio, because her favorite hip hop station was off the air for some reason. Buffy tentatively added, “But you don’t call any of them, do you?”

“Sometimes, yes. The ones I like and would like to get to know better,” he said. “Why do you ask?”

“Just trying to get an idea of who’s stolen my Watcher’s body. First we find out you were in a rock band, then we find out you are singing at a coffee shop. What next? You’re already wearing leather and a hoop. Oh, right. You were never a librarian at all, you were really just a gigolo.”

He laughed heartily, until he realized she was serious. His laugh trailed off, replaced by a look of concern. “Have you two been drinking?”

Willow laughed now. “No. Of course not. We came here right here after patrol.”

“Buffy,” he chuckled again. “I assure you I am still me. You just may not have taken—er, had the time to get to know me.” He tried to brush over his slip at showing his true feelings. They has all just assumed a lot of things about him, filling in the gaps with crazy fantastic ideas, when all they had to do was simply take the time to ask. He saw his failure when a flash of hurt crossed Buffy’s face. “I’m sorry, Buffy. I didn’t mean—,” but she cut him off.

“No. You’re right, Giles. I’m sorry. I haven’t ever really considered the fact that you are a person with a life. A person with interests other than slaying and demons and me. I really haven’t showed an interest, have I?”

“Honestly? No, not really. It’s ok, though. I’m more than twice your age, it’s not like you’re supposed to or even likely to have the same interests as me anyway.”

“That’s no excuse. Besides, I really am interested. I just get distracted so easily. And of course there’s that little self-centered part of Buffy that is oblivious to the fact that anyone else exists other than to be my Watcher,” she gave him a smirk.

Willow cleared her throat louder and longer than necessary. Buffy got the message and added, “Or Slayerette.”

“Thank you.” Willow said.

“Ok, fine. Here’s healthy Buffy now. The one who can take a look at herself, see what she doesn’t like, and change it,” she said standing up and spinning around like Linda Clark changing into Wonder Woman, only this was Buffy changing into what, uh Kinder Woman? Need to work on that one, she thought.

“All right, what did you do with ‘my’ Buffy?” Giles asked no one in particular with a laugh.

“I’m serious,” she said with a pout. “I plan to make it up to you.”

“It’s really not necessary, Buffy.”

“You don’t want to spend time with me? So I can get to know you better?” She asked a little hurt.

“Ok, demon dimension crossover going on here. I’m going to get more coffee, and when I get back, I expect life to be back to normal, for the hell mouth, anyway. Anyone else want a refill?” Willow asked standing up.

“No,” Buffy said.

“That’d be nice,” Giles said with a smile. Willow walked up to the line at the counter to order the coffees.

“So, answer me. Do you or don’t you want to spend time with me? Other than just Watcher time, I mean,” Buffy asked.

“Buffy, what?” He started to ask.

“I’m not hearing an answer,” she said folding her hands on the table in front of her.

He chuckled again, until he saw her drop her head. “Yes. Of course I want to.” Then he became serious and placed a hand on hers. “I- I would like that very much. But I don’t want you to do it just because you feel like you have to or out of some misplaced pity crusade.”

“It’s not pity, Giles, and I’m not on a crusade. To be honest, I’m probably just being selfish again,” she said.

“How so?” He asked confused.

“I feel like I’m missing out on something all these other people get to enjoy. A piece of you that I haven’t been privy to. You’ve been holding out on me, Giles,” she said.

He looked sincerely moved. “Buffy, I—,” he began.

“I mean it Giles. Like I have this great person in my life, and I only use you for one thing. Of course that one thing—being my Watcher—takes up a lot of time and energy, but you have all these other aspects, these other talents, these other gifts. I want to enjoy them too.” She paused, then looked down again, “God, I am selfish, aren’t I?”

He squeezed her hand. “No, you’re not. You’re being really sweet actually, and I like it. A lot.” His hand was still holding hers as she looked up into his eyes. She saw so many new things in his green eyes, besides his normal sincerity, wonder, shock, happiness, and something else. Desire? She felt a wave of panic race through her as she racked her brain for any prior instances when she might have seen a similar look in his eyes. She flushed when she suddenly remembered a few different training sessions, Thanksgiving dinner, and prom. Oh God, Giles liked her. Liked her, like her.

Ok, why wasn’t she getting a case of the wiggins? Then she realized that he was still holding her hand, and she liked it. A lot. She didn’t want him to take it way. She wanted him to touch more of her. Oh God, she liked Giles. Really, really liked him. She looked at his hand and then looked back up at him. She sighed and felt a little electric shock run through her arm as he stroked her hand with his thumb. Oh was she ever getting the message. How should she respond? She knew what she wanted, but how to convey it without breaking the moment or freaking him out, or chickening out for that matter. She took her hand away, and immediately saw the disappointment flash across his face. But it soon changed back to joy as she took her free hands to hold his. She turned it palm side up and traced his hand with her fingers. She loved the feel of him. She heard him sigh a little at the contact. She traced his lifeline up to his index finger and then ran the tips of her fingers up to his fingertips. Calluses had built a little, so that they were hard in comparison to the rest of his hand, which was soft.

“Guitar?” she asked.

“Hmm?” He asked startled from his fixation on her wandering fingers. “Oh, yes. That’s the hardest part about playing guitar. Building up the calluses, so the strings don’t hurt you anymore.”

“I like your hands, Giles,” Buffy whispered, wanting to make sure he got her message too. “See, that’s one new thing I just found out about you. You have nice hands.” She smiled up at him, still holding his hand.

He smiled back, unable to free his hand from her grasp, and pleading with every deity named by man that she not remove her hands from his. He took his free hand and covered hers with it. “I like yours too. But I knew that a long time ago.”

“Really? When?” She asked.

“Oh, I had many opportunities to admire your hands, Buffy. How many times have you knocked me on my back and held me down with those hands. Training with you offered many opportunities to notice your assets.” He drew out the word “assets” and gave her a devilish grin.

Was he flirting with her? He was! Oh my god! Giles was flirting with her! And, she liked it. Hell she had started it, even if she would deny it if interrogated. “My ‘assets,’ huh,” she smirked.

He laughed and squeezed her hand. Their eyes met and held each other for a moment that seemed to extend for hours. They conveyed a lot in that gaze: wonder, shock, tentativeness that this was really happening and whether it should be, but mostly they saw loving warmth staring back at them. They were interrupted by Willow’s return. “Coffee is served.”

They both looked up a little startled that they had completely blocked out their surroundings and lost themselves in each other. “Uh-thank you, Willow.” Giles said, recovering and taking his cup from her.

“I brought you water just in case, Buff. Figured you should probably re-hydrate after that 4-stake workout,” Willow said.

“Four?” Giles asked concerned.

“Yes, but not all at once. Although, it did seem a little busier than normal,” Buffy said. “Thanks Will,” she added, looking up at her friend as Willow sat down next to her.

“Hmm” Giles said, sipping his coffee.

“Uh-oh, he’s at it again,” Buffy mused.

Giles smiled, “What?”

“You can’t pass up a chance to go bury yourself in a pile of books on some quest for answers. You’ll find a, what is that word you used, ‘quandary’ anywhere you can.” Buffy smiled drinking her water. God, she was thirsty; she emptied half the glass, leaving mostly ice at the bottom.

“Yes, well I never have been one to let a good challenge go,” he said, shooting her a smirk when he thought Willow wasn’t looking. Hmm, he likes challenges, Buffy noted. I’ll have to remember that. She smiled to herself.

“So, you’re done for the evening, Giles?” Willow asked.

“Yes. I play again next week,” he said.

“What do you usually do afterwards. I mean do you just go home and crash or are you too wired?” Willow asked.

“I don’t know. It usually depends,” he said.

“On what?” Willow asked.

“On whether he got the ‘digits’ or not,” Buffy answered for him with a smirk.

He laughed, feigning offense, “Who me?”

“I bet you’re such the little player,” Buffy said.

“Player?” He asked, unsure of her obviously hidden meaning.

“It means the same thing as Gigolo. Lotsa women.” Willow offered.

“Oh,” he said amused. “Yes, as you can tell I am a hit with the ladies. Can’t fight them off fast enough. Why look, I am sitting here with two women at my table already. Perhaps we should pull up a few chairs, for the others that will surely arrive.”

They all laughed. “No, I think we’re more than you can handle already, Giles.” Buffy said.

Willow coughed in shock at Buffy’s blatant sexual innuendo that involved her as well, and spit a little of her coffee out on the table. Some hit Giles’ sleeve. “Oh, Giles. I’m sorry. I just. Uh, choked. Yeah, that’s it. I swallowed the wrong way and I choked.”

He chuckled and reached for a napkin. “Quite all right, Willow. Look, no harm done. Your coffee matches my jacket anyway.” Willow smiled, but still looked extremely embarrassed. He wondered whether it was from the coffee spray or Buffy’s comment.

He finished his coffee in peace as Buffy helped Willow clean up the table. By the time they finished, they were done with their drinks—Buffy had slurped her water down in two gulps, he had sipped his tea down fairly fast, and Willow, well she spit most of hers out. “Well, I have my car here, if you two want a ride home?” Giles offered.

“That’d be great,” Willow answered. Buffy seemed a little disappointed. Then Willow added, “Actually, if you could drop me off at Tara’s, I’ll be staying there tonight. She’s been sick, and I promised to play Nurse for her.”

Giles smiled trying not to act too happy at the prospect of being able to drop Willow off first, without making it look planned. Then he’d have Buffy to himself. “No problem. Shall we then?” He almost rushed out of the café. Buffy and Willow grabbed their coats and followed. Buffy glanced at the woman in the corner who had given Giles her number and smiled a little “he’s mine/hands off” smirk at her. The woman seemed to get the message and just smiled back, as if to say “gotcha, don’t worry.”

Willow sat in front since she was getting let out first. Buffy sat in the back seat with his guitar case. She traced the leather of the case and tried to recall the sounds of his voice in her head. She didn’t even realize they had stopped until Willow opened her door and pulled the seat forward to let Buffy get in front. “See ya Buff. Thanks Giles.”

“Bye,” Buffy said.

“No problem,” Giles answered. Once Buffy got out, Giles reached over and pulled the seat back into position for her. He waved one last time to Willow as she walked away and then inhaled as Buffy got into the passenger seat next to him. What now? He wondered. He knew what he wanted to do, but he had to think long term here. He didn’t want to mess this up. Buffy shut the door as she sat in her seat and turned to Giles. He suddenly felt like a nervous teenager.

“So,” she said.

“So,” he answered. He didn’t know what to say next. “Sh-shall I take you home?” He asked, begging repeatedly in his mind that she would say no.

“No. I’d like to hang out some more. That is, if you want to, and if you’re not too tired,” she said.

“Don’t worry, Buffy. I may be old, but I can still stay up late on occasion. I’d love to ‘hang out,’” he said.

“I didn’t mean you were old, Giles. I just meant you had a long day. I know it can take a lot of energy to be around me sometimes,” Buffy said.

“You do?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, mom tells me so,” she explained.

He laughed. “Indeed.”

She liked it when he said that. It was like a sentence in itself. In one word he could convey a whole thought by just twisting the word with his voice, like “you’re so right,” or “did she now?” or “are you kidding me?”

“Yes indeedy,” she said with a chuckle, teasing him.

He smiled. “So what do you want to do, Miss Summers.”

“Oh please, do call me Buffy,” she said, faking a snobby British accent.

“Not bad,” he said, “although it sounded more like Julia Childs.”

She laughed. “I’d like to go for a drive. Maybe you could play your guitar and I’d love to hear you sing some more. Your voice is so—,” she paused searching for the right word.

“Yes?” He asked.

She looked out the front window to avoid his eyes, and mumbled, “Sexy.”

“Hmm?” He asked amused.

“S-sexy, I said. I said your voice is Sexy,” she blushed, but he just smiled.

“Thank you Buffy. I think you’re sexy.” He was smiling, but she could tell he was sincere.

“Really?” She wanted to be sure, and she liked hearing him say the word sexy. His voice seemed to drop a little lower and it was like a soft growl. It gave her butterflies.

“Yes. Very sexy,” he said, reaching over to graze her cheek with the back of his hand. He finished by brushing her bangs behind her ears.

Oh God, please kiss me, she thought. She wanted to jump over the seat and attack him with her mouth; she couldn’t stop staring at those lips of his. They looked so edible, especially when he smiled. But, the parking lot in front of Tara’s dorm was probably not the right place. He just smiled and pulled his hand back. “Shall we then?”

“We shall,” she said settling back into her seat and looking ahead as he drove off. “By the way, where are we ‘shalling’ to anyway?”

He chuckled. “I know just the place. Sit back and relax, leave the driving to me.”

She smiled, “You sound like a bus line commercial.”

He laughed. “Who knows, if my unemployment continues and my music career doesn’t pick up, I may just become a bus driver.”

She laughed at the image, letting her left hand fall from her lap to the side of her left leg, and a little closer to Giles’ side of the seat. God she wanted desperately to feel his touch. Hold my hand please, Giles. Please. She couldn’t utter the plea, but she willed him to hear it telepathically. Perhaps their Slayer-Watcher connection was strong enough for such subtle communication, because within moments he had assumed the steering wheel with his left hand and dropped his right hand to his side. Then, ever so slowly, as if giving her the opportunity to object, he slid his hand over to hers. Their fingers brushed against each other briefly. Then his fingers played a little at hers. After their fingers got to know each other, he took her hand in his and held it on the seat between them, stroking the top of her hand with his thumb again. Oh God, she loved that. The electric shocks were back and suddenly they were traveling beyond just her arm. Far beyond. She didn’t dare look at him. She could tell he was staring ahead and trying not to glance at her. She signaled her approval by sighing, smiling and squeezing his hand back. She thought she sensed him relax after that.

They drove for a few miles, outside of town to a hill that looked back over Sunnydale. At the top was a grove of trees. He parked under them and turned off the car. “We’re here,” he announced, still holding her hand.

“Wow,” she said. When he turned the lights off, she saw a view of Sunnydale she’d never seen before. It wasn’t huge, but its lights spotted the dark horizon and made a nice little glow in the night sky.

“Yeah, it makes Sunnydale look so peaceful. You’d never guess what lies beneath. I like coming up here sometimes to get away,” he said.

“I can see why. It’s beautiful,” she said.

“There’s a little bench out there on the edge. It’s not too cold; shall we sit?”

“Will you bring your guitar?” She asked, looking at him.

“Sure, if you want me to,” he said.

“Me want. Oh, me want,” she said.

He laughed. “How I can turn that down?” He gave her hand a final squeeze as if to say, “don’t worry, there’s more to come,” then got out of the car. She got out and walked to the front of the car, looking at the moon while she tried to compose herself. Giles approached with his guitar. He walked her with his hand on her lower back to the bench. He held his hand inviting her to sit first. God she loved his old fashioned manners. She sat down, somewhat in the middle of the bench, so that no matter what side he was on, they’d be as close as possible. Oh, darn, she thought. She didn’t leave enough room for him, so when he sat down, his knee brushed up against hers. She gasped.

“All right?” He asked a little concerned at her shudder. “Is it too cold?” Then he saw her flushed face and smiled. But he didn’t tease her. Oh, how he wanted to though.

Hot actually, she thought to herself. “Uh? Yeah, just got a little chill,” she lied.

“Oh, here,” he said, leaning forward and taking off his leather jacket. He wrapped it around her. “Better?” he asked as he tucked the collar up under her chin.

“Much. Thanks,” she said, not caring that she was actually warm. She loved the feel of his coat on her and the smell of him on it.

“So, you want some music to go with this view?” He asked.

“Love some,” she said shrugging into the coat even more. If she let her mind think it, she could imagine the sleeves were Giles’ arms around her.

“Any requests?” He asked.

“Just something nice. Slow and nice. None of the hard stuff,” she said, “I’m on the wagon.”

He giggled. Oh god, could be get any cuter? “I have to agree, the ambiance does not scream for heavy metal.”

He leaned over to unlatch the case and pulled out his guitar. She noticed his back through his T-shirt. She could see strength, even though his shirt was too baggy to show muscle lines. She imagined herself tracing her fingers down his bare back, and was suddenly hit with another rush of heat. Oh God, I got it bad.

He sat up, putting the guitar strap around his neck and holding the pick in between his lips. He reached up pulled the pick free and ran it across the strings. It was still in tune from the night, but he made a few minor adjustments, probably out of habit more than anything. She loved the way his hands worked the strings. They were gentle and commanding at the same time. They were so familiar, as if they knew just how much pressure to apply and where. Oh God, that led to another image she had to fight away or she would face some serious physical issues with his proximity to her.

“How about this?” He asked, as he started strumming out a melody that sounded vaguely familiar to her. “I’m being followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow.”

“James Taylor,” he offered at her searching expression.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of him. Fire and Rain right?” She asked.

“That’s the one. I can play that instead,” he offered.

“Would you? I love that song,” she said.

“Ok, but you have to sing with me on the chorus, ok?” He said.

“Me? Sing?” She asked with a gulp.

He laughed. “Yes. You. And you don’t have to look like a deer caught in headlights. It’s easy. You know the song. I bet you sing to it when you’re alone. Just act like I’m not here.”

Not gonna happen. “But I like that you’re here. That we’re here,” she said.

“I do too. I just mean, feel the music, forget that anyone is here and just sing along. I bet you have a wonderful voice,” he said. “Ready?”

“I guess,” she said.

Giles began to play and it amazed Buffy how it sounded just like her CD. Well, the CD she borrowed from her mom, but failed to return. “Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone. Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you…” She seemed to really hear the lyrics for once, now that they were coming to her in Giles’ voice, not JT’s. God, how they seemed to apply to her life. The council, her calling. The one thing she didn’t regret about being a slayer was that it brought Giles into her life. She smiled and scooted a little closer to him. He seemed to smile, while still singing. Then the chorus came. She didn’t join in right away. She opened her mouth, and she really had every intention of signing, but her voice refused to bare itself. What if he didn’t like it?

“. . . Oh, I seen fire and I seen rain, come on Buffy, you can do it. I seen sunny days that I thought would never end . . . trust me Buffy, I don’t expect anything from you, not perfection, not even mediocrity. I just ask that you try.” He repeated the chorus on the guitar and began again, “Oh, I seen fire and I seen rain . . .”

She closed her eyes and sang the next verse, “I seen sunny days that I thought would never end . . .”

“See, that’s wonderful. You’re a natural,” he said.

She smiled and continued with him in the next verse, “I never thought that I’d see you baby, one more time again.”

Buffy sang the rest of the song with him, and he varied his voice to complement hers, since she didn’t really have range or control yet. After a while she stared at him, watching his lips move as he sang. When he finished, he added a little improv on the guitar at the end that finished the song perfectly.

He turned to her and smiled, “See, not so bad, huh?”

“Nope,” she said. “Not bad at all.”

“I love singing. Once I find a place I feel safe to do it in. It took me a while to be able to sing in front of people. It still gets hard sometimes. But singing is such a way to just feel and get things out. It’s nice and safe, I guess.”

She was staring at him now— his eyes, his mouth, and his smile. God she wanted to touch his face, kiss his eyelids, run her thumb across his lower lip. His smile faded, not to a frown, but to a look of serious concentration. Was he studying her just as she was studying him? She saw something familiar in his eyes. She suspected it was mimicking the look in her eyes. And if she was right and he was, then she was looking at him with her I-want-you-now eyes. Giles pushed the guitar so that it slid back out of the way and turned to face her. He rested his elbow on the back of the bench and reached his hand up to caress her cheek again.

“So, are we getting to know each other better?” He asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice a little strained at the feelings rushing through her.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

“Lots,” she said, then she found her head leaning into his caress. She closed her eyes a little at the feel of his hand on her skin. Then she felt his hand lifting her head up and forward, towards him. He looked at her for a moment, then leaned in. Oh God, he was going to kiss her! Kiss me, damn it! Please Giles, kiss me. Again that connection ran deep, as she thought she saw a grin flash across his face in response to her pleas. He continued forward, closing the gap between them, but paused a moment before their lips touched. It sent shivers through her. Anticipation of the kiss was making her excited already. God she wanted him. He seemed to inhale softly and then pressed his lips against hers. His hand was still behind her neck. As she responded, almost immediately, their kiss quickly escalated at the release of their hidden passions. He was pulling her head closer to him, so that his mouth was driving against hers, demanding entry. She parted her lips in a gasp, stealing some of his breath and as she did, his tongue entered her. She couldn’t help but let a groan escape. She felt him smile as they kissed. Her hands began to wander up his arms to his shoulders and then back to his arms, pulling him closer to her. Pulling became drastic tugging. She needed him closer. Closer. Much, much closer. The space between them disappeared and soon his arms were around her, roaming over her back as his mouth tried to devour her. Finally, he had to pull away to catch his breath. As he did, the silent night air was filled with gasps and pants from both of them, as they fought to catch their breath.

“Oh, God,” Buffy muttered.

“Indeed,” he said.

Buffy quickly decided that was a ‘hell yeah! - oh god! - what a kiss!’ version of ‘indeed.’ She smiled and then reached for the strap of his guitar, “Want to lose that thing?”

“As you wish,” he said gallantly, setting the guitar aside.

She chuckled, “Oh, I wish all right.”

His eyes lit up with delight, and he pulled her closer to him. Instead of letting her body just slide next to his, she instinctively used the momentum to propel one leg over his lap, so that she now straddled him. The proximity of her to his maleness made him mad, “Oh God, Buffy.”

She leaned in and in moments they were once again battling each other with their mouths, their hands doing everything they could do to decrease the space between their lips, their mouths, and their tongues. She settled down on his lap and felt him harden beneath her. She gasped and drew air from his mouth, and she both felt and heard him let out a groan. His arms wandered around her back alternatively pulling, massaging, and caressing. He slid his hands down to her bottom and first caressed, then squeezed her ass. She let out a soft cry, lifted up and then settled back down on him. It elicited another moan from him. She needed oxygen again, but she didn’t want to stop the contact or the hormonal frenzy they’d created. So she slid her mouth from his lips to his chin, sucking and nipping playfully, and then down to his throat, steeling short breaths along the way. Giles leaned his head back, enjoying her exploration of his throat. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted in ecstasy. He sighed as she found his Adam’s apple and began to suck on it. His hands developed their own mind. Hell they went freelance and were now wondering up her back, beneath her top. The feel of her bare back under his hands made him harden even more, if at all possible.

Buffy was whimpering now, as he assaulted her with his mouth and his hands. Her sounds drove him mad. God how long he’d wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to love her in this way. Was this really happening? Don’t question it man, just go with it! Enjoy it; she is. He had to smile to himself at that. She really was enjoying herself.

Buffy began to run her hands through his hair and pulled his head into hers as much as possible. They were both pulling and pressing so hard, their lips were probably bruising. But she just couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get close enough. Clothes, she thought. Too many clothes. She slid her hands down his shoulders, down his arms and to his waist. He whimpered this time as she pulled the hem of his T-shirt out of his pants. Ever the stuffy Brit, he even tucked in his T-shirts. She pulled and tugged rather roughly, and he finally had to shift his hips to allow her better access to release his T-shirt. As he did, he pressed against her center and she felt just how wet she was. “Oh God,” she muttered.

“Mmmm,” he responded, then gasped as she pulled away from his mouth and virtually ripped his T-shirt up over his head. He had no choice but to remove his hands from her, so he could raise his arms and allow her to remove the shirt completely from his body, lest they follow the T-shirt she just threw to the ground. The night air made his nipples hard, well actually harder. She stared at his chest and licked her lips as she ran her hands over it. She smiled as she played in the soft golden hair that spotted it. She looked at him with a devilish grin. He was staring at her, a little stunned. She smiled and then he smiled back, leaning in to kiss her again. This time he started gentle at first. He placed kisses over her cheek and near her ear where he nuzzled a little, then whispered, “I love you Buffy. I’ve always loved you.”

Buffy responded silently at first, moving her hands from his chest to embrace him tightly. With her slayer strength it was almost too tight, but he didn’t care. “Oh, Giles. I love you too. And not in any fatherly way like Travers said. He was an idiot.”

“Indeed,” Giles agreed with a chuckle, then he pulled back to hold her face in his hands. “I want nothing more than to love you Buffy. But know that you hold my heart in your hands, and while that means you hold the power to give me such happiness, you also hold the power to destroy me. Please be careful.”

“Oh, Giles, I promise you. I will never hurt you again. I am going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you, whether you want me to or not,” she said.

“Oh, me want. Me want!” He said in Buffy-speak and they both laughed. Then he dove in for another kiss. She ground into him this time, and he groaned huskily into her mouth, sending shivers throughout her body. Her nipples were so sensitive now that just the material from her shirt was setting her off. As if reading her mind, his hands reached down and fumbled with her shirt. She lifted her arms up to make it easier for him to remove it, and he threw it on top of his. Her almost-bare form sat before him, within his grasp. He took a moment to admire her, and he whispered, “You’re stunning.” She blushed and he smiled. Then he practically dove into her chest, devouring her breasts and running his tongue as far down her cleavage as her bra would allow. He grabbed and fondled her right breast with his left hand. As he did, he focused his mouth on the other one. Then, while his target was distracted, well actually arching forward and throwing her head back, he reached back with his right hand and masterfully undid the clasp of her bra with just his thumb and middle finger. Not even my left hand, he silently bragged to himself! Giles pulled his hands up to her shoulders and pulled the straps gently down, revealing her to him. He gasped. “God. So beautiful,” he muttered. She had rested her arms on his shoulders and she helped guide him home as he leaned in to explore her chest. She held his head tight against her, encouraging him as she ran her hands through his hair.

“Oh God, Giles,” she moaned, as he sucked and licked and flicked her nipple, while massaging her other breast. Her hips were moving of their own accord now, and she realized she must have been rocking back and forth against him for a while now. His breathing had become shorter and sharper, practically matching hers. God she wanted him. Needed him! All of him, and now. “Please Giles,” she whined as she ground down into him harder to make sure he knew what she wanted. He pulled away from her breast, a look of utter desire, mixed with disbelief. She smiled. “I want you. All of you.”

“Oh Buffy,” he sighed, his eyes thanking her, God, and the entire heavens for his good fortune. This woman he loved so much, wanted him just as much. She lifted herself up on her knees, so that the button and zipper of her jeans were almost in his face. He smiled and his eyes gave a devilish glint, as he grabbed her ass and pulled her into his face, jeans and all. He rubbed his face against her pubic bone and let his chin find that crook. She gasped at the feeling of pressure against her wet, hot core, even through the jeans. He pulled away, looked up at her and smiled. Then he brought his hands to her front, undid the button and the zipper and slid his hands down the back of her loosened jeans. He grabbed her ass and she arched into him, his mouth finding her stomach and belly button. She held onto his head and wrestled with his hair. His hands began to move down, taking her jeans with them. Soon, they were down at her knees, leaving her clad only in wet panties before him. “Oh God,” he moaned at the sight and scent filling him. He wanted her, wanted to taste her, to feel her on him. He practically ripped her panties down the same path as her jeans. She cried out softly in shock, but gave him an encouraging smile, her eyes mimicking his desire.

Giles looked down from her face to the sight before him. Her soft curls greeted him, and he could no longer hold back. He leaned in to softly kiss the curls and she once again arched into him. He rubbed his face against her and felt her pubic bone beneath the curls. He inhaled and felt her shudder beneath him, at the feel of moving air across her core. Then he leaned down a little and kissed her lips. They were wet with desire, and it took all his restraint to take it slow and not devour her right then and there. He ran his hands down the back of her now-bare ass and her legs and massaged the soft flesh. He pressed slowly into her and his lips found her wet center. She gasped and moaned his name. He smiled and then took her lips into his mouth and applied a little pressure with his gums. She cried softly and bucked up a little into him. “S-sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be, Luv,” he said. “You taste wonderful.” She looked down and watched as he dove back in, this time using his tongue. The sensations it caused were maddening. She’d never before had a man do this to her with such enjoyment and desire. It made it that much more enjoyable for her. He parted her lips with his tongue and now she felt him run his tongue along her opening. She cried out and he squeezed her ass in response. He pulled her hips against him to give him better leverage and he began to work her. He brought her to gasping short breaths in no time. And then when he thought she was comfortable with that rhythm, he changed it on her and forced his tongue into her as far as it would go.

“Ohhh Goddd, Giles.” She cried, a lot louder this time. As he pulled out of her, he ran his tongue up her lips to her clit. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he wanted her to come for him. Now. With one hand he slid down her ass and entered her from behind. She squeezed his head to her tightly, grabbing some of his hair, but he didn’t mind the pain. He pulled his finger out and pushed in two, then three. At three he began establishing a rhythm. She was so warm, so wet, and so soft. He couldn’t help but ram her harder with his hand, as he nipped and sucked at her clit. Her breathing was ragged now, mixing gasps with cries. He heard the familiar pattern as she began to climb. He increased the speed and depth at which he plunged into her and soon felt her walls constricting around him. “God,” she moaned, “oh God Giles. Yes. Please, Oh Yes.” She was now inhaling and exhaling as if a woman in a Lamaze class, as high pitched cries of pleasure fought for release. It gave him the energy to continue on at that pace until he felt her whole body arch and shudder against him. He continued to pummel her as she came, screaming his name, “Gilesssss.”

Giles slowed his pace as she came down, trying to elicit as many aftershocks for her as he could. Her body sank from its rigid ball of ecstasy into a relaxed mass of flesh. She slumped against his shoulder, and he gently lowered her down onto his lap again. His erection was painfully hard against his jeans now. He was desperately in need of his own release. But right now, he just wanted her to enjoy this moment as long as possible. He held her and felt her tremble a little.

“Cold?” He whispered into her ear.

“No. Just . . . God. Wow. I mean, . . . it went all the way in my toes, Giles. I’ve never come so hard,” she admitted into his neck.

He smiled into her shoulder and kissed the crook of her neck. “Nothing like setting a high standard out of the gate,” he chuckled.

She sighed, “Oh God, Giles. I mean it.” She was able to lift her head and pull back to look at him. She held his face in her hands this time and looked at him seriously. “So, that’s how it is with someone you really love?”

“Oh we’re not done yet, luv,” he smiled.

“I like it when you call me that,” she said.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, gently placing a few kisses on her lips, her cheek, her eyelids, her nose, and then back to her mouth. His own hunger took over by the time he returned to her mouth, and his kiss quickly turned rough and passionate, begging and even demanding her reaction. She kissed him back, then moved down, kissing his chin, and sliding off of his lap so that she could undo his jeans. She slowly undid his button and zipper and his face strained as he fought to maintain control. Her hands were so near him, it was almost enough to send him over the edge right then. She reached up and traced his waistline, running her fingertips beneath it. He inhaled sharply. She smiled greedily, pleased with herself as his abdomen tensed up. “Lift up,” she instructed, and he arched his back, so that his hips leaned off the bench a little, giving her room to slide his pants down. “Boxers, huh? Will owes me 10 bucks.” He looked at her quizzically and with a little concern. “Relax, I’ll explain later. Right now, more important matters to attend to.” She smiled and looked down to see his erection straining to free itself from the silk. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and smiled. She liked what she saw. He was different. I guess all guys were different, but something about this being Giles made it the most wonderful sight ever. She suddenly wanted to kiss it, to lick him and taste him as he had just tasted her. She’d never wanted to do it before. She had done it, but not because she wanted to. This time, however, she wanted, really wanted to feel him in her mouth. She leaned down and his hand went up to stop her at her shoulder.

“Buffy,” he whispered. “You don’t have to just because—,” he said.

“I know, Giles,” she said looking up at him, “and it’s not just because. I’m doing this because I want to. And I want to because it’s you.”

“Promise?” He asked

“I promise. Now are you through interrupting me?” She gently scolded him with a smile.

“Oh yes,” he said.

“Indeed,” she said, mocking him and heard him chuckle. His chuckle was quickly cut off by his gasp and plea of “Oh God” as she forewent the slow approach and swooped down taking his tip in her mouth. He grabbed the bench to brace himself. She smiled at his reaction. She knew was such a shit for doing it on purpose. She was very pleased with herself. He tasted different, somehow good. His skin felt silky smooth and moved as she worked his tip with her tongue and her lips. She pulled back and stuck out her tongue, reaching forward to run her tongue from bottom to top. He shuddered. She smiled, pleased with his reaction, and then became all business. She dove on him again, and he bucked up a little, losing control. He mumbled sorry, but it was virtually unintelligible between his groans and soft cries. She held the base of him with her hand to gain some leverage. She began to take more of him in with each downward stroke. He was muttering her name now, crying to deities, even throwing in British cuss words like “bloody hell” and “bugger.” She heard his breathing and reacted to it. She sped up, and liked the way his breaths mimicked her motions. She felt happy and a little proud at being able to elicit these sounds and reactions from him. She applied pressure with her gums and occasionally let her teeth run across him. At those times he cried out a little shocked. One of his hands was now on her shoulder and the other was on her head. He was caressing her hair and guiding her lightly. He was getting close, he was hard and hot in her mouth. She was pumping faster, and he began to buck a little. Then his hand stopped her.

“Buffy, I—I’m close,” he said.

“Do you want me to finish?” She asked looking up at him.

“No. I mean yes, but I want my first time to be with you. Unless, damn. I don’t have anything with me.”

“It’s ok. I’m on the pill,” she said.

“What?” He asked.

“See there’s some things you don’t know about me either. Ok, a few things. Well at least one, I guess,” she said.

He chuckled. “God I love you. Come here.” He held out his hand to her and she smiled, taking it and straddling him once again. He looked at her, hovering just above him and pulled her softly down on him. She helped control the pace of entry with her leg muscles and found that as she gave herself time to adjust to him, he fit her perfectly. Perfectly? Hell, he filled her up. They held each other’s gaze, experience their first time through each other’s eyes. “OK?” He whispered in between groans.

“Way more than OK,” she said.

“Oh God, Buffy. You feel so good.” He rolled his head back a little to gather himself as she rested fully on him. He was buried deep inside her and he leaned forward to kiss her and embrace her for a moment just savoring the feeling of being inside her. It would never be their first time again. She kissed his neck. He kissed and licked her shoulder tenderly and he held her.

“I love you Giles,” she said.

“I love you too, Buffy. With all my heart,” he said.

She pulled back to look at him and saw a tear in his eye. She leaned in and kissed it away. As she did though, her body shifted and moved against him. He groaned in delight. “Make love to me Giles,” she said.

“My pleasure,” he said. He leaned in to kiss her again and let their passions escalate as his kiss did. She lifted herself up and down his length, enjoying the repeated feelings of completion as he filled her, withdrew, and then filled her again. She was gasping and arching to give him full access to her center. He leaned in and kissed her breasts and tugged at her nipples. She cried out and he groaned with delight. She was already close herself from her last orgasm, and he was quickly joining her in his first. The knowledge that this was Buffy and the excitement of being out in the open air, even if not in public, was heightening his arousal. God he wanted her. He devoured her neck and grabbed her tightly as she held his neck. She was pounding down on him now, working against each of his thrusts to deepen his reach and impact. He was groaning loudly now, and swearing between gritted teeth. He wanted her to get there with him. He reached down between their bodies and found her clit. He stroked it with his thumb and got an immediate reaction as she bucked against him. He almost lost it right there. She was mixing cries with gasps now, “yes” with “please” and some other incoherent pleas. He grunted and groaned as they neared that peak. A few more thrusts and she was there. She inhaled sharply as he thrust into her and then she screamed his name as he pulled out. He was sure someone would hear and report a woman being attacked, but he didn’t have time to worry now, because with his next thrust he followed her over that edge. “Ahhhhh. Buffy, oh God, Buffy. Yesssss.” He exploded into her and pumped her three more times, emptying into her completely. With each successive thrust, he elicited an ever softening cry of delight from her as she came down. When they finally stopped moving, they held each other tightly. He kissed her shoulder and all he could manage to say was “Oh god.”

She smiled and whispered, “Indeed.”

After several minutes, the cold air on their sweat-laden bodies began to lower their body temperatures dramatically. Buffy shivered. “Here, let’s get you dressed,” he said. Buffy pulled back and looked at him. All she saw was love and sincere happiness. She hadn’t seen him look that happy in forever. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his, and their noses just touched. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and she looked into his eyes, “In case you haven’t guessed it yet, I love you Rupert Giles.”

“Really? I could have sworn you cried out another man’s name just a minute ago.” She slapped the side of his bare ass. “Ouch.” He laughed. “I’m kidding. I hope you know how much I love you. I don’t know if I can show you any better than I just did.”

“Oh, I got the message,” she said, wiggling a little on him as he was still in side her. “Loud and clear. Problem is, I think the rest of Sunnydale did too.” They laughed.

“Well, at least it will save us the trouble of telling the gang.” He laughed. He reached over for her shirt and bra. She took the shirt and put it on, then pulled herself up on her knees. He leaned forward to plant one final kiss on her curls. She smiled and cupped his face as she kissed his lips. Then she pulled her panties and jeans back up from her knees, buttoning and zipping them up. He pulled her to him and hugged her belly. “You’re incredible, Buffy.”

“I know. But it’s nice to hear it,” she joked. “And in case you didn’t know it, you’re AMAZING with a capital ‘Zing!’” she added. He looked up and smiled. He loved Buffy-speak. Too bad there wasn’t a translation book in it.

“I know, but it’s nice to hear,” he said.

“I mean it,” she hugged him tighter to her stomach again. “Now you better get some clothes on mister, or you’re going to catch a cold. I want you healthy. Hell, I just plain want you.”

He laughed at her. She swung her leg off of him and took a seat next to him. He reached down and pulled his boxers and jeans up. Once he was safely packed away, he pulled his T-shirt on as well. He even began to tuck it back in. “Oh, give it a rest. You don’t have to get all dressed up for me. I’ll still shag ya.”

He laughed hysterically at that, and she thought she even heard a giggle. So frickin’ cute, she thought. He hugged her, and she rested her head on his chest just under his chin head. “I love you so much, Buffy. You’ve made me so happy tonight.”

“Sure sounded like it,” she looked up at him smiling.

He smiled, but remained serious. “Yes, making love to you was incredible, but what made me most happy was you being honest with me and that the honesty included you loving me. I never dreamed you would feel the same for me. I feel so damn lucky.”

She turned serious as she reached up to cup his cheek. “I’m the lucky one. And if you want to fight about it fine. But we both know I’ll kick your ass, so just accept it. Of course, I might bite your ass after I kick it, so you may want to start a fight.” He laughed and she shivered. “Ok, getting colder, so if you want to start a fight about who is the luckiest, can we start it at home? I mean your place.”

“Sure. And Buffy, my place is always your home if you want it to be,” he said.

“I feel like home is wherever you are Giles,” he leaned down and kissed her softly.

“You can be so damn sweet sometimes,” he said.

“I plan on making that ‘sometimes’ a ‘more often.’ Hell, why don’t I just go for ‘regularly.’ You don’t get nearly as much sugar as you deserve,” she said with a smirk.

“I sure got a lot tonight though,” he said with a giggle.

“Are you saying you got your fill?” She asked.

“Oh no, always room for more sugar,” he said squeezing her ass. She smiled.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Giles pulled up next to the curb in front of his building. He parked the car and looked at the form sleeping with her head on his lap. God how beautiful, he thought. How incredible. He was so happy, yet a little scared that he would wake up and it would all just be a dream. If it’s a dream, Lord, please don’t let me ever wake up, he muttered softly.

“It’s real Giles, I promise,” she whispered. He was startled that she was awake and had heard him. “And I’ll spend every minute of my life proving that to you.” She sat up, a little groggy and wiped the sleep from her eyes. He teared up again. What a wuss, he scolded himself. She smiled and reached up to wipe the tear away as it escaped his lid. “And I’ll enjoy every minute of proving it to you.”

He smiled, turned his face to kiss the palm of her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace. “God, I love you Buffy. So damned much.”

“Take me to Bed, luv,” she whispered in his ear. “You’ve worn me out.”

He chuckled. “Me? I think I’ll be lucky if I can walk down the stairs.”

“Want me to carry you?” She asked.

He laughed. “Now that would be a sight. No, I think I can manage, if we lean on each other.”

“Feel free to use me as a wall or a post anytime,” she said in mock offense.

He laughed at her characterization, “You know what I meant, you little shit.”

“Ooh, what a dirty mouth. You kiss your mother with that mouth?” She asked.

“No, but I’ll kiss my slayer with it,” he said and he caught her in a hard kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue. He started laughing and had to stop the kiss before one of them bit the other’s tongue off. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘Let’s go, come inside?” She said with a grin. His face screwed up as he tried to untie her twister. When he got it, a look of shock flashed his face and he was attacked by a fit of giggles. Oh, this was going to be fun, Buffy thought, fun indeed.

END