Title: B & B Weekend 13-14
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.



"Well, that went better than expected. All my internal organs are still in their proper places" Giles said in a bemused tone of voice.

"She'll be okay with it in the long run."

"She's never really liked me, Buffy."

"That's what you think. I think she's jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Look, you may be embarrassed by the whole chocolate incident, but for Mom, it was just about the highlight of her life post-Daddy."

"You...you can't mean..."

"Don't worry; she's not in love with you or anything. It's just when I heard her thinking about it, I could tell she wanted more. Now that I've been there, done you, I can understand why. Not that that will ever, under any circumstances, happen again."

"Perish the thought." Giles shuddered. "Buffy, you know that it was that damned candy, don't you? Without it I would never have taken advantage of your Mum like that."

"Of course I know that. Hey, I said 'yes', didn't I? If I had an issue with it, we'd have talked about it first. Just as long as it never happens again." She gave him a mock severe look.

"Of course it won't. I have you, now. I can't imagine why I would ever look at another woman."

He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth. Buffy ran her fingers through his hair as she responded to his need for her. As Giles began to nibble his way down Buffy's throat, she pulled back slightly.

"Willow."

"What? What about Willow?"

"We need to call her, Rupert."

"It can wait till morning, luv. It's the middle of the night."

"She'd kill me if I did that. C'mon, sweetie, no fair," she groaned as his talented fingers caressed her breast.

"Willow wouldn't hurt a fly. And I think I need to prove just how much I love you." He whispered as he flickered his tongue over her earlobe in just the way he knew drove her crazy.

Buffy took Giles' shoulders and pushed him firmly down on the bed. "Down, Ripper! We can do that after I call Will and Xander. And don't pout at me! That's my dirty trick."

Giles stuck his lower lip out even further, causing Buffy to lean over him and bite it lightly as a punishment.

"I'm calling Willow now. But by the time I've talked to her and Xander, I want you ready for bed, Mister!" She kissed him hard and quick.

"Yes ma'am." He grinned up at her before rolling off the bed to undress.

Buffy dialed the phone again.

*****

"Hello?"

"Will?"

"Hi Buffy, what's up? Isn't it kinda late? You're okay aren't you? You're not having a hard time with that demon are you?"

"No, no demony hard times, (helpless male giggling in the background). Stop it! Oh, not you, Will. We're okay; better than okay."

"Is that Giles laughing? Why is Giles laughing like that?"

"(You're impossible! Stop that!) Huh? Oh, he's just being sorta silly. It's really okay. (After I get off the phone! Not now.)"

"Buffy, what's going on there?" The witch was starting to panic.

"(Back off or I'll knock you into next Tuesday; don't think I can't!) Sorry, Will. It's just Rupert won't behave himself and..."

"Rupert? Did you just call Giles Rupert?"

"I did, didn't I? Will, we're engaged!"

"Who are engaged?"

"Us. Rupert and me. We're getting married."

"Are you guys under a spell?"

"No. No spells. We're in love."

"Since when? And how come I didn't know? And what's he doing anyway?"

"Since about three weeks ago when we took out that nest of orange demons in the sewers. I went with Giles back to his place to clean up, and we got talking, and one thing led to another, and well, here we are. And we didn't tell anyone. Not even my Mom until tonight. We just didn't know what to say to you guys yet. But now we do 'cause I'm gonna need you for bridesmaid duty. And what Rupert is doing back there...you really don't want to know."

"So this is the real thing, right? This isn't like when you and Spike..."

"Bring that up one more time and you're off the guest list, Rosenberg. Yuck! And that was all your fault. This time it's Cupid."

"Okay, then I'm happy for you guys. And I'll wear any ugly dress you want me to. Just promise me one thing, Buffy."

"What's that?"

"Don't choose something that makes my butt look too big."

"But Will, that's the entire point of bridesmaids' dresses."

*****

"Who is that? It's late and we don't want to talk to anyone."

"Hey Anya. Could I talk to Xander?"

"Why?"

"Because I have news to tell him."

Buffy could hear the phone being passed and muttered conversation. Then Xander was on the line.

"Buffy? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Xand, we're fine."

"And 'we' would be?"

"Who did I leave with?"

"Giles. So you called to say you and Giles are not bleeding to death in a cave somewhere? Not that I'm not happy to hear this news, but was it really worth waking me up?"

"That's only part of it. Xander, we're getting married!"

"Again I ask who is 'we'?"

"Again I ask 'who did I leave with'?"

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

"Nope. You are wide awake and your ears work. I'm marrying Rupert Giles, former Watcher, ex librarian, and sometime crooner in coffee houses."

"Cool. I'm happy for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Buff. When are you guys coming back?"

"Soon. Are you really okay with this?"

"Yeah. It's great. He's not Deadboy. You guys just be happy, okay?"

"Okay. Well, I'll let you get back to sleep. Night Xand. Tell Anya I'm sorry for waking her up."

"Congrats, Buff. Night."

A moment later, Xanders' eyes flew open.

"Anya? Please tell me I was dreaming that phone call."

*****

"I'm ready for bed as promised, luv."

Buffy raked her eyes over her lovers' naked, and extremely aroused, body. "Sure of ourselves, aren't we?" She smirked.

"Not sure of myself, no, but eternally hopeful."

"Hope is good. Now let's see if we can work on your self-esteem."

They kissed slowly, languorously, exploring one anothers' mouths with their tongues as they lay back on the bed. Soon their passion was spiraling out of control and Giles was unbuttoning Buffy's blouse with his nimble fingers. He tasted every inch of his lover as he divested her of her clothing. It wasn't long before he ducked his face between her thighs to lap up the flowing juices.

Several powerful orgasms later, Buffy tugged on Giles' hair as a signal that she wanted him to move on from that delightful activity. He immediately complied. He kissed his way up her body until he reached her lips. Buffy didn't hesitate to open her mouth to him. She rolled them over as they kissed so that she lay on top of her lover.

"Rupert?"

"Yes, luv, what is it?" He searched her eyes as he stroked her hair.

"About that vision thing..."

"Yes?"

"I think it'll be okay. Having a baby, I mean. But I think I want to wait until after the wedding. If that's okay with you. If you even want..."

He silenced her with a deep kiss. "Yes. I want. I didn't realize how much until just now, but I do. I'm ready whenever you give the word, Buffy."

She brushed her hand across his achingly hard penis. "Sure feels like it." she giggled.

He rolled her over and devoured her mouth with his, reaching for the nightstand at the same time. As soon as he'd sheathed himself, he plunged into Buffy.

They made love with a tender passion, meeting thrust for thrust, strength for strength. After several minutes, Giles' strokes became fiercer, deeper than they had ever been before and Buffy shuddered from the ensuing climax. A few more desperate thrusts, and Giles joined her in the mindless joy of release. He felt as though something was breaking loose from deep inside himself as his seed spurted from his body.

Afterward, they kissed and touched one another gently. Their love shone from their eyes, and was warmly expressed in each sweetly murmured word they shared. Giles bestowed one last brush of his lips across Buffy's sweat-soaked brow before pulling back to remove the condom from his rapidly deflating member.

"Oh, dear. Buffy, luv, we may have a problem."

*****

"Wesley! I thought that was the point of going into town in the first place."

"No, the point was for you to actually tell Buffy what was going on. By the time you finally did do that, and by the time you returned to our table, it seemed highly unlikely that I would ever need another condom in my life. You weren't even speaking to me within minutes of our return."

"Hopeless! You are just hopeless! You give me flowers and jewelry but you aren't ready for your reward?"

"Reward?" Wesley's head was spinning by this time.

"Duh! The make up sex."

"The what?"

"You really haven't done this before have you? Okay, here's how it works: you do or say something uber bad and hurtful. We argue, I storm out. After several hours to several days, I allow you to apologize to me. You bring a present very much like the goodies you gave me tonight, and then we have really hot sex to make up to each other. Now we can't because you didn't provide the baby barrier."

"I suppose I could..."

"Don't even say you're going to Buffy for them." The brunette's tone was distinctly threatening.

"I was going to say, that good sex needn't involve penetration. I could pleasure you manually, or even orally, if you like."

"Do I have to do it back?"

"Only if you like to."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Okay, then. But in the morning, we go to town and actually get condoms."

*****

Buffy and Giles both stared blankly at the remains of the condom.

"It's not supposed to do that."

"I realize that, Buffy."

"It looks like it blew up."

"I believe it's all there. It burst rather than exploded."

"I guess it's a good thing we'd already decided a baby was okay by us."

"We don't know that you're pregnant."

"Giles, you just erupted like Mt Vesuvius in there. That, combined with the heads up from the friendly folks at the PTB, kinda make me think this is it."

"Buffy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"It's okay, sweetie. I guess this means we'd better get married right away. I am not wearing a maternity wedding gown. How fast can we get married, anyway?"

"Perhaps we should give Willow another ring?"

"Net girl to the rescue?"

"Something like that."

"Well, I guess it's official."

"What's that, luv?"

"My mom's so gonna kill you."

PART 14

Angel sat in his office brooding. This was hardly unusual. Nor was it unusual that the subject of his brooding was a small, blonde girl with soulful eyes and a deadly way with a crossbow. In point of fact, the entire scene at Angel Investigations was par for the course, with the exception that the sullen vampire had nobody on hand to snap him out of his mood.

On an ordinary day, Cordelia would be prattling on about something that made less and less sense the more she explained it, or Wesley would natter on pointlessly about preparing for some prophecy that had come to pass five years ago.

No, that wasn't fair. Cordelia might have a vision. Wesley got his research right more often than not. And each had rare moments of surprising insight in between the babble. Now if they could just stop arguing all the time. Maybe if they slept together, just once, they could get it out of their systems and peace would reign supreme in the office.

Damn! He was getting off track. He was supposed to be thinking about Buffy. Only Buffy. The girl he'd had to leave, quite literally, to save his soul. She was in danger and his staff hadn't even checked in to let him know how things were going. Two nights they'd been gone, and not so much as a peep had he heard. Were they safe? Had they figured out what the danger to Buffy was? And Giles. He had to keep reminding himself that Giles was in danger too.

If he was honest with himself, Angel had to admit he'd never really liked the Englishman. He'd tried. He honestly had, in the beginning. But Giles kept Buffy away from Angel. He had the irritating habit of pointing out to the vampire that his romance with the Slayer was doomed from the start. No, the only reason he'd ever worked at getting along with Giles was because Buffy cared so deeply for her Watcher.

Angelus had said that his main target was Buffy, but that wasn't entirely true. He had wanted to kill her for making him feel so human, but his first goal had been to destroy Giles. Without Giles in the way, he would be able to get at Buffy that much more easily. The vampire was surprised to see what a resilient victim the tweedy librarian had been.

Now his soul was restored, but Angel resented Giles just as much as his alter-ego did. At least the Watcher was miserable too. Oh yes, Angel was well aware of his rival's feelings. At least with young Riley around, Giles wouldn't be able to have his hearts' desire either. No, he would be wretched watching Buffy ignore him for the vapid, pretty toy soldier. The thought made Angel smile slightly. Misery does enjoy company; if it's the right company.

Still, two nights and he hadn't heard anything. What if the demon in Cordelia's vision had killed them all? He had to know what was going on. One brief phone call would put all his worries to rest.

*****

Buffy propped herself up on one elbow and watched Giles sleeping. He looked so sweet. All the cares of the day drained away leaving him relaxed and almost boyish. She traced his features with her eyes. She'd never noticed before, but they were oddly delicate, though purely masculine. His lips weren't full, but they were well-defined. Kissable. Yup, this was really love. No way it could be anything else. She so wanted him to open his eyes.

God, those eyes! They were such a wonderful green; changeable, murky, yet clear windows to his soul. She wondered why it had taken her so long to realize that all she had to do was look into them to know what he was thinking. She wanted to wake him just so she could lose herself in those sea-green depths, but she also wanted to let him sleep. He never got enough sleep. Let him sleep now. In a few months he would be dealing with both a Slayer and a newborn. Not much rest involved in that scenario.

Still, she had to smile at the thought of Rupert Giles: Super Dad. She knew what he would be like. He was probably already coming up with a mental list of things they would need, planning out what books he would read to prepare himself both for her pregnancy and the arrival of the baby. No doubt he would soon become an expert on birthing methods and child rearing theories. Buffy felt sure he would be wonderful with their child. The child she felt certain was beginning to form in her womb.

Her reverie was interrupted by the ringing of Cordelia's phone. She hesitated to answer, but when she saw Giles shift in his sleep with a frown, she took the phone to the other side of the room and answered it as quietly as she could.

"Cordelia's phone."

"Buffy? Is that you?"

"Angel?"

"Buffy, are you okay?"

"Um, yeah, I'm great."

"Why are you answering Cordy's phone? Is she hurt?"

"No, she's fine. We're all fine. I just borrowed the phone last night. I, um, I needed to call my Mom."

"Why? Is something wrong with her?"

"No. Not that I know of. Why do you keep asking that?"

"You know I worry about you. And since I can't be around, I have to ask."

Buffy smiled wryly. "What you really want to know is what would be so important that I'd borrow Cordy's phone to call my Mom while I'm off on a romantic getaway. Not to mention that you'd like to hear that said romantic getaway has been a bust."

"I wouldn't say that." The vampire sounded uncomfortable.

"No, you wouldn't say it, but that's what you mean. Look, I was gonna come down to LA. and tell you this in person, 'cause I thought it would be sorta cold to tell you over the phone or let Cordelia be the one to let you know, but something big has happened this weekend."

Giles picked this opportune moment to awaken and call to his love.

"What are you doing all the way over there, Darling? Come back to bed."

"Is that GILES?? You're there with GILES?"

Buffy sighed. "Yes, Angel, I'm here with Giles, I mean Rupert. That's the thing..."

"You're talking to Angel?"

"Yes, Rupert, I'm talking to Angel. He called, I answered, we're talking. Is that all right with you?" She turned back to the phone. "Angel, Rupert and I are getting married."

"What happened to Riley?"

"He's already married. Anyway, we broke up months ago."

"Because he was married?"

"No, he wasn't then, but he is now. Look, the only marriage that matters here is mine and Ruperts'."

"But you're not married yet."

"God, will you just focus? It's really simple. I am in love with Rupert. He is in love with me. We are getting married as soon as possible. The end. Oh, except for the part where I might be pregnant."

"Pregnant? What do you mean pregnant?"

"Knocked up, in the club, expecting, in the family way....just let me know when one of these rings a bell."

"You mean you...and Giles? You've..."

"I don't plan on spelling that one out to you. Look, the next time you see me I'll be Mrs. Rupert Giles. I'm sorry you had to hear it like this, and I'm sorry you don't like it, but that's the way it is. I hope you can find a way to be happy for us, but if you can't, that's your problem."

"Are you sure about this, Buffy? It seems awfully sudden."

"It's not sudden at all. This has been coming for four years now."

By this time, Giles had decided Buffy wasn't coming back to bed, and crossed the room to enfold her in his arms from behind. She gave him a grateful smile.

"Look, Buffy, if this turns out to be a mistake.."

"It isn't."

"But if it is, you can come to me for help anytime."

"I know that. And thanks. Just don't hold your breath, okay?"

"Not a problem for me."

They hung up the phone and Buffy turned towards Giles, laying her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat. It was a sound she could never tire of.

Angel returned to his brooding.

*****

Cordelia woke to find Wesley's side of the bed empty. She was surprised at how unhappy that made her. She wondered where he'd gone, and why. When the hell had Wesley Wyndham-Pryce become so important to her? She knew the answer to that one: when they'd begun making love the day before.

When they'd first met, her attraction had been a combination of the fact that he was a, seemingly, sophisticated older man she could use to make Xander jealous. Since he had turned up on the doorstep of Angel Investigations he'd filled a piece of the gap left by Doyle's untimely death, but it wasn't until recently that she'd thought about him in any capacity other than friendship.

Now here she lay alone. It was depressingly like the one night stands she had used to find comfort in a lonely city when she first moved to LA.

Well, if he expected her to be hurt, he'd have a long wait. Cordelia Chase, Mistress of the buried emotion, would come to the fore once again. He wouldn't find a frightened girl breathlessly awaiting his return. No, he would find a strong, well-groomed woman in control of her feelings and destiny.

With a determined stride, she walked into the bathroom and started the shower. She would wash away the bad feelings and build the wall that would get her through the day. Standing under the warm streams of water, she repeated affirmations under her breath to firm her resolve.

Cordelia was so involved in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the bathroom door open, or even notice when the shower curtain moved aside briefly. Suddenly there was a pair of hands exploring her curves. Without thought, she turned and punched the intruder in the jaw.

Wesley slipped as much from the shock as the force of Cordelia's fist connecting with his face.

"Oh my God! Wesley!"

She shut off the taps and knelt before her lover who seemed quite dazed.

"What the hell did you think you were doing? Don't ever scare me like that again, you big jerk!"

"I - I'm sorry. I just thought, well, it would be nice to shower with you."

"That's not what I meant. You weren't there, Wesley." Tears started forming in her eyes.

"Wasn't where?"

"There. In bed when I woke up. I was alone. Don't you ever let that happen again!"

"But...but I was only doing what you wanted..."

"What are you babbling about?"

"I woke early. I didn't think you would wake for some time, so I went to town to get condoms. I thought it would be a nice surprise."

"Oh Wesley!" She threw her arms around him despite his squeal of pain. Her enthusiastic kisses soon started the healing process, however.

*****

As ever, when Buffy was in his arms, Giles found himself unable to resist her. He tilted her face up to his and bent to explore her sweet mouth. He savored the taste of her, like pure honey, rich, red wine and spices. How lucky could one man be? To have this woman for his lover, fiancee, and soon as his wife. Soon to be the mother of his child. He buried his face in her hair so she wouldn't see the tears of joy welling in his eyes. His embrace was fierce, yet tender and loving. Buffy held him in return, her love evident in her touch.

Finally, she pulled back and took his hand. Her eyes never left his as she led him back to their bed. As they lay down, Buffy nestled into Giles' side and rested her golden head on his shoulder. Her embrace was warm, undemanding, filled with simple comfort.

"You don't have to worry about him, y'know."

"Worry about whom?"

"Angel. He's so my past it's not even funny."

"I know that, luv."

"Then why the waterworks?"

"I don't know what you mean" he said rather stiffly.

"Rupert, you were crying a minute ago. You don't do that. So I have to ask why."

Giles sighed softly and kissed her forehead. "It wasn't fear or jealousy, Buffy. I trust you absolutely. It's just...I realized that I'm ten times as lucky as any man deserves to be on this Earth. I've no idea what I did to deserve your love, but I'm grateful for it. To think that you would want to be with me, to have my child..." His voice broke and he held her tightly to his chest as he pressed his lips to her hair.

"What? You think you're the only lucky one here, you big softy? And you're gonna be the best Dad in the world. I just hope..." Her words trailed off.

"Hope what?"

She lifted her eyes to his. "I hope I'm around to see it."

Giles took her face in his hands and looked at her seriously.

"I don't want to hear you talk that way. You are going to live a long and happy life with me and have a massive brood of children if you so desire."

"You can't guarantee that, Rupert. And let's face it, the odds aren't exactly in my favor."

"Since when do you let the odds get in your way? You've beaten them time and again. You will continue to do so."

"But I can't beat them forever. What happens when the odds win?"

"In that case, my love, I will raise our children as best I can, and teach them to revere your memory. But, Buffy, I fully expect you to be by my side as we raise them together. You are so strong and brave and so damn stubborn that I feel quite certain you will live forever just to show the demons and vampires and Watcher's Council."

"I'll do that on one condition."

"What would that be?"

"You gotta live forever too."

"Of course I will. Someone will need to teach our children proper grammar."

Buffy swatted him with a pillow, though she laughed as she did so.


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