Title: The Shower Scene (No, there are no knives or loud scratchy music in the background)
Author: Weezer
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17, most definitely
Summary: Plotless smut! My favorite genre'
Spoilers: None really
Feedback: Very Welcome!
Use: No problem, if you want it, just shoot me an email at Weez2424@aol.com
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine (belong to Joss-the-Magnificent, et al.), and I'm just having fun with them.

The thought of him naked in the shower gave her a boost of energy to get up off the bed, slip out of her clothes and go join him. When she stepped into the bathroom, she found his clothes hanging on the towel rack. The curtain was pulled and she could make out his form. He seemed to be leaning his head back into the shower stream to let the water run through his hair. Oh God, a shower with Giles with no time constraints, she thought. She suppressed an urge to shriek "yippee."

She pulled open the curtain just enough to give her room and stepped in to the side farthest from the showerhead. She was facing Giles, but his eyes were still closed as the stream of water ran over his face. She smiled fiendishly when she realized he hadn't heard her enter. She stared at him for a moment. Up and down. God he was so hot. Not as perfectly fit as Riley or Angel, but he was perfect in his own way. She vetoed her first plan of kneeling down and giving him a blowjob. Weren't bathrooms the number one place in the house for accidental fatalities? She compromised by just leaning in slowly and licking the stream of water that was running down between his pecks to his stomach. She initiated contact slowly, so as not to completely shock him into tumbling out of the shower and taking her with him. The moment her tongue touched his skin, he shuddered and inhaled deeply. He opened his eyes and fought to keep from closing them, despite the water running into them. She looked up and smiled as she trailed her tongue upwards, past his pecks up his neck and to his mouth. He kissed her back, enjoying the feeling of the water running over them as they kissed.

She slid her arms around him and he held her close. He leaned forward to shield her from the stream of water so it wasn't hitting her in the face. He also used the opportunity to kiss her a bit harder. He pulled back and smiled. "Turn around," he ordered. She did as she was told. He reached down grabbed the little scrubby thing and lathered it up. He began to massage her back with it, his free hand wandering around her back with the bar of soap. He heard her groan a little as he applied a light massaging pressure to her shoulders. Her head fell forward and he made sure to scrub the back of her neck as well. He then went down each arm, making sure not to miss her sides and her little ass. God it was so cute, he grinned. As he scrubbed it, he squeezed it here and there, taking little delightful handfuls of her. He leaned down a little and his knees cracked. He heard a soft chuckle from her and he smiled. He scrubbed her legs all the way down, and then caressed them all the way up, paying special attention to the curvature of her calves and her soft inner thighs. Now for the fun part, he thought. He reached up her inner thighs and used his soap covered hand to wash, or if you prefer, fondle, her pubic area. He smiled as she didn't hesitate to widen her stance to give him better access. It turned him on even more to see the effect he was having on her. He watched her place one hand against the wall in front of her and the other on the sidewall in an attempt to steady herself. Smart girl, he thought with a grin, and then decided it was time to forego the pretense of this being some type of cleansing ritual, and he began to stroke her wet, soapy core. She responded immediately with a gasp. He could only groan as his own body reacted to her sounds, her feel and her scent.

"Mmmm, Giles," Buffy whimpered as she dropped her head completely and closed her eyes, just reveling in his touch.

The water cascaded openly down her back now, as he knelt down out of range. Giles was eye level with that wonderful little ass, and naturally he couldn't resist. He really had intended to just wash her, but now, well aww hell. He leaned forward and kissed her ass, then licked and nibbled his way around her cheeks. A little squeak escaped from above at the first nip, and he smiled and continued his little taste test. His hands were still working of their own free will, and he decided to take a bit more of a calculated assault. He reached one hand around her waist to the front to gain better access to her clit. Just as he slipped two soapy fingers inside her from behind, he began to work her clit from the front. Giles let out a tortured groan as he felt Buffy push herself onto him, using the wall as leverage. She took him in so deep, and he slowly explored her insides with his fingers. Buffy's gasps quickly turned to moans. As his hands worked her, Giles drove his face back into her buttocks, kissing and nipping. He leaned lower, positioning himself a little awkwardly in the tub, but allowing him to reached up with his mouth and glide his tongue across the back part of her opening, where her clit ended and the crease began to lead up to her ass. Buffy cried out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure, or perhaps surprised that it felt so pleasurable. Giles continued to lick her; God, he tasted wonderful. He reached his tongue further forward and took one long stroke from where his fingers probing her and back again. "Ahhh" she moaned. He was delighted as she raised a bit up on her toes, her ass titled up just a bit more, inviting him to push her further, take her someplace new.

God she wants this, he thought proudly. He added another finger and began working her a little harder. His front hand took a break from her clit to play in her curls. He thought he heard a moan of disappointment and he softly chuckled. Giles felt Buffy's inner muscles begin to grab at his fingers. Giles found himself instantly hard. Not that he had that that far to go after licking and kissing her. Buffy pushed herself back against him even harder now, telling him she wanted it and she wanted it now. He added his small finger and now was pummeling her with practically his entire hand. This left his thumb free to rub against her clit as he entered her from behind. He wrapped his right arm around her waist, using it for leverage as he fucked her with his left. "Harder," she gasped. "Uh," she groaned, "Please Giles. Harder."

Giles leaned his cheek against her lower back, holding her tightly against him as she began to pummel her wildly with his hand. He applied pressure to her walls, by spreading his finger tips out a bit, and Buffy let out a deep guttural sound he hadn't heard before. Like an animal's growl. Oh God, he could have come right there. Giles quickly picked up the pace, trying to match the rhythm she was setting with the thrust of her body back against him. He teased her a little bit more with his thumb sometimes rubbing her clit, sometimes rubbing the sides of her lips. She was so wet now – a combination of the shower stream and her own juices. Her breathing was increasing, and he soon heard the now familiar pattern of gasps, inhales and soft cries. As the short, soft cries grew louder and longer, he felt her nearing her climax. Giles picked up the speed a little more and urged her on "That's it, Luv'. Ahhh, Chrissst. Come for me. Come for me. I want to hear you scream."

Buffy had no trouble following his instructions, if only he had preluded his prior requests with a good routing, she might not have been so obstinate. She wanted to giggle, but his hand fucked her even harder. Her thoughts were being rammed from her mind. "Ahh, God. Yes. . . .Please Giles," she gasped. "Please Giles, harder. Mm Hmmm," she moaned. "Faster," she begged him now. "Oh Gile – oh god, I'm coming, yes , uh huh, uh huh, oh God, Giles, Giles, Fuck me Giles, Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee," she screamed, dragging out the last word in a loud wail as her orgasm slammed into her with each of his three final thrusts. He could feel her coming against him, the spasms passing out to her toes and fingers from her core. "Ahhhhhhhhh Giles, Yesssssssss" she cried out a bit softer, as he drew out her orgasm with a few more slow thrusts. He stopped his hand long enough to allow her to feel the entirety of her release. Buffy cried out softly two more times, moreso whimpers of sweet pain.

"Oh God," she sighed. "God, Giles. I-I came so hard," she said, a little stunned still. He squeezed her with his arm that held her waist, and kissed her back. "You were so deep, you were everywhere. I felt you everywhere. She turned slowly to face him, and he withdrew his left hand from her and used his right arm to help her maintain her balance. "I felt you right here," she said, placing her hand on the area of her abdomen between her belly button and the top of her curls." Giles smiled up at her proudly, and then leaned forward to place a kiss on the area she had just touched. He embraced her and held her for a moment, just resting his cheek against her stomach, as if attempting to hear any last traces of her internal spasms. He placed one last kiss than looked up at her.

"Looks like someone needs a shower," he said.

"How about you, Mister? You're the one with . . . well, "me" all over your hand," she said.

"Not a problem," he said with a grin and then proceeded to slowly take each digit into his mouth and suck off her juices. Her eyes went wide with renewed desire. She didn't know seeing a man do that could be so fucking erotic. Or maybe it was the fact that it was Giles, her supposedly stuffy watcher, who had just fucked her brains out in a way no man had done before, and was now proceeding to suck her cum off of his own hand. And enjoying every second of it!! She felt like she could come again just watching him.

"See," he said, holding his hand up toward her.

"Get up here, mister," she growled.

He giggled and tried to stand, but his knees locked up on him from remaining too long in that position. Buffy took his arms and helped him up. Once up, she held him against her and looked up into those wonderful green eyes.

"Good?" he asked, not really needing to hear it, because well, he just heard it. But he wanted to hear her say it coherently, nonetheless.

It turned him on even more when she said the word "Amazing" in a soft, deep purr. His eyes flickered with a bit of fear at her tone. His instincts were right on. Suddenly, Buffy turned Giles, so that he now faced the shower and she had her back to the stream. "Looks like someone's a little excited," she said glancing down.

"Hard not to be with all that screaming and moaning and carrying on you were doing," he said with a smile.

She punched him lightly, then seemed to have a brainstorm. "I'm Thirsty," she said with a wicked smile. She then leaned forward and began to lick and suck the water off of his body, starting with his cheek and his chin, then working toward his neck, and on down his chest to his cock. It was so hard and wet, it glistened. Buffy teased him by sticking out her tongue and licking the tip ever so lightly.

"Buffy," Giles moaned, but it sounded more like a tortured plea, with a bit of fear mixed in. She loved it, she had barely touched him and he was moaning her name. She smiled up at him and whispered a warning, "Better hold on." Giles eyes flew wide open in either fear or excitement, or maybe both. And suddenly, he no longer cared which, because her mouth was on him. Buffy sucked his head in and ran her tongue around him like a lollipop. His hands were immediately against the walls to hold himself steady this time. He gulped, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. "Oh God," he moaned.

She pulled back and looked up at him and grinned, "My all this carrying on."

He smirked at her and watched as she returned to him, this time licking him in long slow strokes up and down the sides of his cock. Her hand reached up and cupped his balls, as she took him back into her mouth again. She sucked and sucked, and pulled at his ass to take him deeper and deeper. She felt him buck a little into her and heard him mumble a strangled apology. Quite all right, she thought to herself with a grin.

Buffy began to knead his ass, telling herself it was for leverage, but knowing full well it was her fascination with his ass. She squeezed and rubbed his cheeks as she pulled his hips into her. She was soon sliding him in and out of her mouth, applying pressure with her lips and tongue. He was panting already; she loved it! He was close. She could feel it. While she wanted to draw this out, she was desperate to taste him. She looked up at him, while her mouth still worked him and she felt her inner walls clench in excitement as she found his eyes fixed on her with an intense stare of desperation. His mouth began to contort as if he wanted to cry out, but he strained to speak coherently. She suddenly realized his hand was on her head. "Buffy," he managed to gasp. "Close," he hissed. "B-better stop."

"Uh-um," she mumbled 'no' (which would have sounded more like 'uh-uh' if his cock hadn't been filling her mouth and pressing against her tongue). She added an "Mmmmmmmm" to let him know she wanted to finish him off right now. Giles was shocked, but he had no time to be amazed or concerned that she really knew what she wanted, because with two more strokes he convulsed and cried out as he exploded into her mouth. His hand went immediately back to the wall to keep himself on his feet, as he cried out, "Ahhhhhhhhh, Bufffyyyyyy," <Gasp> "Oh god. Ah." The last sound was more of a yelp, and Buffy realized that as he exploded into her she had let her teeth press down a little too much while pulling off, as if some subconscious attempt to squeeze every last drop of him out.

She giggled, then whispered a sheepish, "Sorry," before returning to finish her clean up.

Giles hands were no longer on the walls, but on her cheeks, holding her in place and allowing her to suck him dry. "Oh, God," he sighed one last time. He had clenched his eyes when his orgasm first hit him, and now slowly began to relax his lids to so he could look at her before she let him go. God she was lovely. She was so fucking erotic, sitting there with that innocent face wrapped around his cock. She pulled back, releasing him, but eagerly licked him clean on her way off. She looked up and smiled. "Good?" she asked

"A-amazing," he mumbled. "Bloody fuckin' amazing."

She smiled, pleased and stood up. He kissed her harshly and groaned at the tasted of himself on her lips. When he pulled away, still bearing a stunned expression, Buffy giggled again and then buried face in his chest, holding him tight. At some point they actually released each other and washed up— likely motivated by the fact that the hot water was running out, moreso than any desire to leave the embrace.

Giles turned off the shower and opened the shower curtain. "So," he said. "Can I go to work now?"

"I think I've thoroughly inspected you. You are now approved for public consumption," she said. "Wait, check that. Public observation, not consumption. I'm the only one doing any consuming around here," she said.

He giggled. "God, what a way to wake up."

"Mm, hmm," she said. "And wait until you see what I have in mind for bedtime."

Giles eyes went wide like a child on Christmas morning. "Why Buffy, I do believe I'm feeling ill." He reached up to feel his forehead. "Why yes, I feel a bit warm. Perhaps I should stay in bed today. I may be coming down with something."

She giggled, and slapped his chest. "You better get to work mister, you need to support this household. Besides, if I had you to do with as I wish for an entire day, you might not make it."

"Oh, but what a way to go," he said with a grin. She smirked at him, turned him away from her and slapped his bare ass.

"Ow," he whined.

"Now go get that tasty butt in gear and get dressed," she said. "Or I'll have your ass."

He hopped out, grabbed a towel, and hurried out of the bathroom, calling back, "You already did, Luv'!"

She smiled as his giggles faded into the other room. As she stepped out of the tub and grabbed her own towel, she sighed. God, showers were wonderful. Almost as much fun as bubble baths. Hmmm, now there's an idea, she thought.

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