Title: B & B Weekend 5-6
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.



"Giles? Can we still take that bubble bath?"

"I don't think I would recommend it at the moment. There's just been a woman in the throes of morning sickness in there. Best let it air out for a bit."

"Why is my father trying to spoil all my fun?"

"Actually, I don't think Crystal could help herself in this instance."

Buffy shook her head. "Not buying it. I mean, no, Crystal couldn't help it, but why did he bring her here when she was so obviously gonna blow chunks? Why couldn't he have left her in their room?"

"It does no good to ask these questions at the moment. You're merely upsetting yourself. What say we find a way to take your mind off the situation?"

"Whatcha got in mind?"

"Would you like to take a picnic by the lake?"

"Sounds great! I didn't think about it before, but I'm pretty hungry."

"You astonish me" he replied dryly.

"Hey, you're the one who keeps working up my appetite" she giggled.

*****

Cordelia looked at the man sleeping peacefully next to her. Wesley had really been good. Not that she had all that much to compare him to, but that had been the hottest sex she'd ever experienced. Still, it was Wesley. Somebody she worked with. Somebody she usually spent the bulk of her time either ignoring or insulting. And he was so old fashioned, too. What if he thought this meant they were engaged? Then again, what if he thought it was all just a huge, glaring mistake that should never happen again? Which prospect was worse?

And then there was the mess it would make of her life if they kept doing this. Shades of Xander Harris, with worse consequences in store if it didn't work out. At least after Xander, most of her friends had eventually accepted her again, even if she was no longer Queen C. If she and Wesley had a relationship and it failed, she would lose much more. He was one of the few people she really knew in L.A., let alone counted as a friend. Lots of acquaintances, sure, but only Wesley and Angel were more than that to her.

How would Angel react to it, anyway? Would he find it amusing, disturbing, or grounds to fire both of them? Not that they had a strict policy at Angel Investigations, but it could cause problems. Lots of companies discourage dating within the ranks. After all, the Watchers had fired Giles. Okay, that wasn't a romance...then. At least not in the strictest sense. But it sure turned into one.

Of course, all this musing would mean nothing if Wesley woke up and told her he didn't want her.

*****

Buffy enjoyed this walk to the lakeside much more than the one she had taken in the morning. For one thing, Giles was in a playful mood which raised her hopes for cuddles. For another, she wasn't upset about Riley anymore. He was welcome to his new life, because she had one she wanted more. The sun was shining, they had a full picnic basket and a comfy blanket, and Giles was hinting at pleasant surprises.

Giles looked down at the petite blonde beside him. He hoped she would enjoy his surprise, rather than being shocked by it. He fingered the contents of his pocket nervously. When she smiled up at him, he was overwhelmed with the trust he saw in her eyes. Surely no man had ever been luckier.

They found a pretty spot under an oak tree and spread out the blanket. Giles opened up the picnic basket, but instead of food, he pulled out four large crystals in different colors and a length of fine rope.

"What's that stuff for? 'Cause I'm thinking we can't eat it."

Giles simply set the crystals in a square a few feet beyond the blanket and laid the rope around the pattern.

"Y'know, when they want to create a romantic mood, most guys light candles or bring flowers."

"Yes, but you may have noticed, I'm not most guys."

"That's for sure. So what's with the decor, Romeo?"

It's for a spell. If it succeeds, nobody will be able to disturb us as long as we remain within the confines of this space."

"What, you're putting up a force field?"

"Not quite. This is more a spell to cause others to simply not see what is in front of them. Anyone who passes will be perfectly visible to us, but will not realize we are here. It will also encourage them to walk away from this area. We will be able to indulge ourselves in any way we please without being seen or heard."

"So...we could be sitting here getting nekkid together and nobody would ever know?" A slow smile spread across her face.

"Precisely." he whispered, nuzzling her ear.

"Cool. You're the sneakiest." She pulled him to her for a deep, searching kiss. When she started to unbutton his shirt, he pulled back. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but I thought it might be best if I finish the spell before we, as you so charmingly put it, 'get nekkid'. After all, we don't wish to be seen, do we?"

"I guess not. I mean of course not. Not seeing would be a good thing."

Giles laughed at her discomfiture.

"I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist, luv. I, however, prefer privacy at this stage of my life."

"At this stage? You mean there was a time when you didn't?"

"More a time when I really didn't care whether anyone saw me or not. Of course, it helps not to be shy when participating in an orgy."

"Oh my God! Did you just say you've been in an orgy? You are way kinkier than I realized."

"More than one, and I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't mention that fact to Willow or Xander."

"Don't worry. Willow would probably have a heart attack and Xander would want to do an instant replay. Nope, I think it would not be of the good to pass on that bit of 411."

"Now, if you'll stop distracting me, I'll perform the incantation and we'll have lunch."

"Is that what you're calling it now?"

"I thought you were hungry."

"Well, there's hungry, and there's hungry." She ran a finger down the bit of his chest she had exposed.

"Buffy" he smiled even as he shook his head in exasperation. "Will you let me get on with it?"

"Sure thing. Zipping up now."

Giles knelt in the center of the square and began to chant in a language Buffy didn't recognize. Occasionally, he sprinkled herbs from a baggie he pulled from his pocket. Finally, he stood and moved around the space, touching each of the crystals as he went. As he brushed his fingertips over each one, it began to glow and hum softly. Then he returned to where Buffy sat on the blanket.

She reached for his buttons again only to have Giles take her hands and remove them from his chest again.

"What? I thought the spell was finished."

"It is, but I wish to eat first."

"So no fun until after food?"

Giles chuckled. "What you don't realize, Buffy, is that we can have a great deal of fun with the food."

The girl eyed him warily. "If I find out lunch is a can of whipped cream, you are in serious trouble."

"You were with me when we got the sandwiches." he reminded her.

"Yeah, but I don't see a lot of room for nookie in roast beef. And what's up with the tomato and cheese? Have you gone vegetarian on me?"

"No, it's just they remind me of England. Cheese and tomato is a very popular flavor there."

Buffy frowned in thought.

"It's funny. All this time and I don't even know where in England you come from."

"London. I lived there virtually my entire life before I came to Sunnydale. It's a wonderful city. I miss it a great deal sometimes."

He pulled the sandwiches from the basket and handed one to Buffy.

"I'm sorry." Giles looked at her quizzically. "I mean, you had to give up so much to come here and put up with me. Your home and everything. I know you worked for a museum and you love old things so much, and then you had to come be a high school librarian. It wasn't fair of them to do that to you. We have a museum in Sunnydale. You could have worked there."

"If the Council had arranged for me to work in the Sunnydale Museum, can you imagine there would have been the slightest chance that you and I would have met? They knew that, as a student, you would be forced to enter the library at some point in your scholastic career. They also knew that most students avoid the library like poison so that we could safely discuss our work and do research without undue fear of interruption. It really was the only logical choice."

"I guess you're right. But it still bites."

They ate in silence for a few minutes. When they had finished their sandwiches, Giles lay back on the blanket, and Buffy nestled into his side, resting her head on his broad chest.

"Giles?"

"Yes, luv?"

"Tell me something about London."

"What would you like to know?"

Buffy shrugged. "What would you like to tell me?"

"We haven't time enough for me to tell you everything I'd like to. Anyway, I'd rather show it to you one day."

"I'd like that" she replied, feeling suddenly and unaccountably shy. "So tell me about what you were like when you were a little boy. You can't really show me that."

"No, I don't suppose I can, at that. Let me see...I was rather shy, studious, and a terror on the rugby field. That's how I broke my nose, in fact. Mum nearly murdered the headmaster. One could hear her throughout the corridors of the school, yelling at him. She was rather fiercely protective of me." He smiled at the memory.

"What's your mother like?"

"She was a lovely woman. Quite tall, slender, with an elegant air about her. She'd a quick wit, and never suffered fools gladly, but was always patient when she felt one was trying one's best. She was possibly the most optimistic person I've ever known; always thought something could be salvaged from the worst situation. She laughed a great deal. And she was terribly, terribly brave."

"I'm hearing way too much past tense here. Is she..." Buffy couldn't quite bring herself to say the word."

"She died when I was sixteen. That's when Ripper was born."

"What happened? Or do you not want to talk about it?"

"It's all right." Despite his assurance his voice tightened slightly. "It was breast cancer. The doctors found it too late. Of course they did everything they could, but it was no use. She kept thinking the next treatment would save her. I don't think she ever believed she could die of it. She was in such pain at the end, I could hardly bear to see her like that. It scared the hell out of me. I wanted it to end so badly, but I never wanted her to be gone. Just didn't want her to suffer anymore."

He had started to tremble in Buffys' arms and she realized he was crying. She reached up and removed his glasses, carefully putting them aside where they wouldn't get broken, the drew his head into her lap and began stroking his hair.

"It's all right, Rupert. You can let it go now. I'm here for you"

He gripped her tightly as the tears splashed off the end of his nose. Still, he was nearly silent in a way that frightened Buffy even more than his fierce anguish on the night Jenny died. This came from a place too deep for words or even sound.

Finally the tears ended, but he continued to clutch Buffy desperately. She said nothing, but continued to stoke his hair gently until he squeezed her one last time and sat up, reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't plan on making such a fool of myself."

"No. Don't do that." Buffy sounded almost angry with him. "Don't you dare feel guilty for loving your mother that much."

"It's been thirty years. One would think I would have learned to cope with a simple conversation by now."

"And how many times have you broken down like that when someone asked you about her?"

"Never, actually." He sounded genuinely surprised. "British stiff upper lip, I suppose. Father would never speak of her, and made it very clear that he disliked me mentioning her either. Not that we spoke a great deal."

"So you've had that bottled up inside for thirty years? Willow was right."

"Willow? What has Willow got to do with this?'

"She called you the emotional marathon man once. When she's right, she's right."

"And someday, when I'm more myself, I'll ask for a translation." He managed a small, rueful smile. "By the way, am I suffering from concussion again, or did you really call me Rupert just now?"

"I think I did. Huh. It just seemed like the right thing to call you then. Do you mind?"

"That you used my given name, or that you usually don't?"

Buffy shrugged. "Either one."

Giles thought for a moment. "I rather liked it. Not that I have any objection to you continuing to call me Giles, far from it. It was nice, though, to hear someone say my name."

"Then Rupert it is from now on. I guess this means we have to come out of the closet."

"Closet? What closet?"

"Tell the Scoobies. Tell Mom. 'Cause they're gonna notice the Rupert and think 'what's possessed Buffy? doesn't she know Giles is Giles?' and then they'll start in with the exorcism. Not a pretty picture. I think Jackson Pollack painted it."

"Well, art criticism aside, I believe you're right. I don't want to go sneaking about to be with you. Besides, your father knows and he's planning to call Joyce tomorrow. I can't imagine she'll be pleased that he knows first."

"Maybe we should make a phone call tonight."

"Then we'd best make good use of the spell this afternoon."

"True. She'll probably want to Bobbitize you. Or maybe we could just take off and you could show me London for the next twenty years till she calms down."

"Have you a passport?"

"Do you think she'd track us down in Canada?"

"Your mother? Protecting you? She'd track us down in Tierra del Fuego."

PART 6

Wesley stirred and found himself being regarded by a large pair of brown eyes. For a few seconds, he was unable to think why. Then it all came flooding back to him. Cordelia. He had taken advantage of her obvious confusion. He had behaved like a cad and a bounder. He deserved the worst sort of punishment. He was a bad, bad man.

Surely Cordelia would never want to see him again. Of course, he would honor her wishes, no matter how unhappy he should be in consequence. He had no right to do otherwise. If only what they had done could possibly have meant to her what it did to him.

"Cordelia..." he began. The girl cut him off.

"Wesley, before you say anything, I want you to know that I - I'm glad we did that. I don't know if it meant anything to you, but if it did, then, well...maybe we could try...dating? Just for a while, to see if it works out. God! I don't know what this is, but if there's something there, I want to find out what it is. Did any of that make sense?"

Wesley stared at her, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"Um, Wes? Mouth looks better closed - unless it's saying something."

"Are you sure, Cordelia?"

"Um, yeah, pretty sure. A closed mouth is an attractive mouth..."

"No, no. What you said before that; about us dating. Are you certain you want to do that? With me? I mean, this isn't because you think it's something you should want rather than because it's something you do want?"

"Okay, somewhere in there I heard you wanting to know how I really feel about this. The answer is, I don't know. But the only way I think I can find out is to try it on for size, so, yeah, I want to...be with you for a while anyway. If you want to. I mean, you don't have to just because we...y'know, woke up naked together."

"That's not why I want to. And yes, I'd like to see where this goes myself."

"Then that's settled. How do you think Angel will take this?"

"I don't know, and frankly I don't much care."

"When did you get so manly?" Cordelia giggled.

"About the time you called me tiger" he growled in return, cutting off her laughter with an exploratory kiss.

*****

"I guess there's no escape, huh?"

"No, Buffy. Your mother, when enraged, is something like a tigress separated from her cub."

"Then I guess I'd better carpe you now while all the relevant bits are still attached and in working order. They are in working order aren't they? We didn't wear them out last night, did we?"

"They were all there and working this morning, but you said you would rather have breakfast."

"Well now I'd rather have you."

They drew together for a warm, gentle kiss. Then another. Giles sucked Buffy's lower lip between his own and grazed it lightly with his teeth before running his tongue over it. Soon their kisses were open-mouthed and carnal, their tongues dueling hungrily.

This time when Buffy moved to finish unbuttoning Giles' shirt, he made no move to stop her.

"Mmmm. No tee shirt today. Easy access. I could get used to this." She smiled against his lips as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. Then she leaned down to suck his nipple into her mouth, petting the other into hardness with her fingers.

Giles groaned with pleasure and bent down to kiss his lovers head, his hands holding her to his chest.

"Oh, Buffy, that's wonderful" he breathed, arching his back to increase the pressure.

The girl smiled against him as she kissed her way to the opposite nipple.

"Like that, huh?"

"Dear God yes."

She smiled up at him, running her tongue around the hard nubbin until Giles whimpered. Then she started sucking hungrily at him, one hand caressing the nipple she had already sucked, the other working down to his denim clad crotch.

Giles' hips bucked reflexively into Buffys' hand as she traced the outline of his erect penis, then dipped lower to fondle his balls. He lay back and let her have her way with him.

The Slayers' busy fingers were working him into a frenzy while her lips continued their assault on his chest. Finally, Giles began to beg the girl to stop.

"Buffy, darling, please slow down." He swallowed hard. "Mmm, God, no more, no more!"

"Had enough?" She grinned wickedly at him, moving her hands to less overwhelming regions.

"No." he panted. "I just don't wish to come in my trousers. It would be frightfully embarrassing."

"Then I guess we'd better get them off you." Her hands moved for his fly, but he stilled them before they reached their goal. "What now?"

"I... that is to say...I'm not wearing anything underneath. If you try to remove them now, I could get caught in the zipper."

"Since when don't you wear undies?"

"I never wear them with jeans. Haven't since my Ripper days."

Buffys' jaw dropped. "You mean you stormed the Initiative sans skivvies?"

"Yes. And dealt with Cave Slayer, and played guitar at the Espresso Pump in the same condition."

"I gotta hand it to you, Rupert. Just when I think I know all your quirks, there's another one waiting around the corner to bite me on the ass."

"I promise I'll kiss it and make it better."

"In the words of the sexiest Englishman I've ever met: 'ha bloody ha.'"

"Sexiest, eh?" He grinned.

"Yeah. Sexiest, and sweetest, and smartest, and any other good 's' words you can think of."

"Remember, I'm multilingual. I know far more 's' words than you do; good and bad."

"So have you calmed down enough that I can undress you yet?"

"Oh dear. I very nearly had when you said that. Now it's quite impossible."

"Have you always been this horny? And if so, why am I only finding out about it now?"

"Two quotes spring to mind: 'anyone else - eeeuww', and 'you're old and it's very, very gross'."

"In my defense, I was covering up my jealous nature big time on both occasions. I didn't want anyone else to know about the dreams."

"Dreams? What dreams?"

"They started a few days after I met you and they've come and gone ever since. Ones where I have mad, passionate nookie with you in the most unlikely places. If you'd known about them, you could never have blown up the library."

"Really? In the library, you say?"

"And some other really not good places."

"Such as?"

"The courtyard at your apartment building, my dorm room, Mom's dining room table, my dad's living room. The worst one had to be Spike's crypt."

"And you say you've been having these dreams for the better part of four years now? Strange."

"What can I say? I'm strange. My psyche's strange."

"At least the image of Spike's crypt seems to have done the trick."

"Down a notch?"

"Utterly flaccid. We'll have to start over again."

"Let's get you naked first. I don't want any more time outs."

Giles clambered out of his remaining clothes, then raised an eyebrow at the still fully dressed Buffy.

"Nope. I want some help. I like it when you undress me."

She laughed when she saw his member start to stir at her words.

"Somebody likes that idea."

"Somebody certainly does."

Giles leaned in to kiss his love as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. As he unfastened each button, he brushed his lips across the flesh he had uncovered causing Buffy to hum with pleasure. She could feel the moisture pooling at her center as her lover mouthed gently at her chest and belly.

When the last button had been undone, Buffy shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. Giles immediately moved his mouth to her shoulders and throat, licking and gently nipping at her bare skin. He unclasped her bra, letting it fall between them. Then slowly, with infinite care, he lowered her to the blanket as his mouth descended to her distended nipples.

He suckled hungrily, first at one, then the other, always teasing the opposite with his callused fingers. By this time Buffy could feel the full length of Giles' erect cock against her thigh. She ached to touch it, but couldn't reach. She had to settle for running her fingers through his surprisingly soft hair.

The girl pulled him back up to claim his lips, sweeping her tongue possessively across the roof of his mouth. She held him, wanting to hold him closer, to pull him inside her, to make them truly one flesh, one life, as they were already one soul. She whimpered slightly as he began to pull back out of her arms.

"Shhh, it's all right, luv. I just want to finish getting you undressed." He whispered.

Giles sat back on his haunches and lifted one of Buffy's feet, gently removing one sneaker. He repeated the action on the other and kissed both of her ankles. Then he leaned forward and deftly unfastened her jeans. She lifted her hips briefly to help him draw them off, and then again when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

The Englishman sat back for a moment, drinking in the sight before him. Buffy lay with her arms spread languidly above her head, her knees bent slightly, her golden hair fanned out around her desire- flushed face.

But the view that most enraptured him was the sweet nest of curls, dripping with dew, between her legs. He longed desperately to plunge into that moist heat with either his tongue or his penis, but he had other plans for now.

"Do you remember what I said earlier, dearest?"

"About what?" Buffy's tone was teasing.

"About what fun we can have with food." He smiled broadly, and she returned it.

"I knew you had whipped cream in there" she giggled.

"No. No whipped cream. But I hope you'll like this even better. Tell me, do you like strawberries?"

"My favorite kind of berry."

Giles reached into the basket and pulled out a small bowl filled with red, ripe berries. He placed it next to his lady and plucked a piece of fruit.

Buffy bit her lip in anticipation. She had no idea what her lover had in mind, but she was dying to find out. When the strawberry hovered over her lips, she tried to take a bite, only to find it snatched away at the last second.

"No fruit for Buffy?" she pouted.

"Not just yet", Giles murmured.

With that, he slid between Buffy's legs and ran the berry through her dripping nether lips. She gasped at the sensation of the cold, seeded fruit over her sensitive flesh. When Giles rasped it over her clitoris, she nearly came. Then it was gone. Buffy looked up to see where. As she met Giles' eyes, he slowly bit into the nectar-covered berry, a trickle of juice running down his chin.

The Slayer sucked in a deep breath, slightly shocked yet utterly titillated by her lovers' actions. She moved her thighs closer together hoping to relieve some of the pressure building there, but Giles parted them with a gentle hand.

"Soon enough, luv. I promise it will be worth the wait."

He leaned over her and brushed the half-eaten berry across her erect nipples, then swirled his tongue over each hard nubbin to taste the juices. Finally, he popped the rest of the fruit into his mouth.

When he reached into the bowl again, Buffy spread her legs further in anticipation, but was unprepared for what Giles had in mind. This time, after dredging the strawberry through her sex, he offered it to her lips. At her slightly panicked expression, he spoke gently to her.

"It's all right if you don't want to, Buffy. I just think you're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted and I wanted to share. I won't think any less of you one way or the other. Would you - would you like to try?"

Buffy wrestled briefly with her confusion. Part of her wanted to refuse, but another part of her was intrigued by the idea. And then there was the expression in Giles' eyes. Equal parts desire and fear. It had obviously taken a great deal of courage on his part to expose this part of his sexuality. Besides, the musky scent on the berry was beginning to tempt her beyond the embarrassment. She smiled at her lover, and took a bite.

When she had swallowed the fruit, Buffy licked her lips. Giles felt he had never seen anything nearly so erotic in his life.

"Ready for seconds?" He asked.

The girl opened her mouth as he fed her the other half of the strawberry. They shared the next two berries between deep kisses, both tasting of fruit and Buffy. Then Buffy plucked another strawberry from the bowl.

"It's too bad we can't do the same thing with you" she mused.

"Actually, we probably can."

Giles stroked himself slowly, then worked the foreskin back gently, revealing the head of his penis. A large drop of pre-cum sat poised on the slit. Buffy rolled to his side and ran the berry over the tip, scooping up the fluid. She then took a bite before offering the other half to Giles. He accepted the proffered delicacy, then licked Buffy's fingers clean of the juices that coated them.

After that, their kisses were broken only when Giles reached into a pocket of his discarded jeans for a condom. Rolling on his back, he lifted Buffy astride his hips and she held her nether lips open so that she could ease him into her tight channel.

Their pace was slow and languorous at first, both wanting nothing more than to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. Again and again Giles withdrew until just the head of his cock remained buried in its sweet hideaway, only to work its way back at a torturously slow speed. Both sighed and moaned in between searing kisses.

Finally, Buffy couldn't hold back anymore and began to increase her pace, Giles matching her instinctively. Soon he was pounding into her at a frantic rate, rubbing his thumb over her clitoris to take her over the edge with him. Buffy's cries of release combined with the clenching of her vaginal muscles drove Giles wild. His head thrashed back and forth wildly as his orgasm overtook him, crying out as each stream of seed burst from him, leaving him sated and drained as his lady collapsed exhausted over his prone form.

*****

"Wow. That was just...wow." Cordelia smiled at Wesley in a tired, albeit happy manner.

"I would have to say that about sums it up" he chuckled back sleepily.

They snuggled a bit closer, kissing gently. After a moment the girl frowned in thought.

"Wesley? How are we going to break the news to him? I don't want him to get upset."

"Hmmm? What do you mean?"

"About us."

"I thought we agreed we didn't care what Angel thinks of this...development in our relationship."

"Not Angel! Dennis! I mean, what if he doesn't like the idea?"

Wesley looked hurt. "I thought Phantom Dennis liked me."


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