Title: Love, Hellmouth Style 1-2
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 12/14/00
Spoilers: Through early Season 5 of Buffy
Summary: The morning after the night before.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Distribution: Gabi if she wants it, UCSL. All others, ask and ye shall receive.
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.
Notes: This is a sequel to my series B&B Weekend, conveniently archived at buffygiles.com, and the UCSL archive. If you haven't read it, much of this will not make sense. I have also decided to pick and choose what I want to use from Season 5, ergo, there is no Dawn, no Glory.
Also, the mighty Citroen never died.
Dedication: To Fabrisse who keeps distracting me from my B/G mission, damn her eyes! Love ya', my Twisted Sister.



Buffy's left arm flailed out from under the covers and searched for the off switch on the alarm clock. Then she searched for the alarm clock. Then the nightstand she knew was on that side of her bed. None of the abovementioned items were there.

To make matters more confusing, the alarm stopped. At this point, she decided it might be a good idea to actually open her eyes and figure out where she was. She blinked slowly and found herself confronted by a lightly furred male chest. Rupert. That's right, she was with Rupert. Smiling, she reached out to trail her fingers through his tawny curls. His hand came up to cradle the back of her head as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Good morning, luv. Did you sleep well?" His voice was drowsily husky.

"Log-like." She wrapped her arms around his middle, letting one hand slide down to cup a firm ass-cheek. "Y'know, I could get used to waking up like this."

"That's a very good thing, Mrs. Giles, because this is precisely how I want you to wake up every morning from now on." His tone was teasing, but she could see in his eyes that he meant exactly what he said. He kissed her again before attempting to leave the bed, but Buffy refused to let him go.

"And just where do you think you're going?"

"For my morning run. You can sleep a bit longer if you like."

"You think you can wake me up like that and then just run off and leave me? No way."

"Buffy, luv, I need my exercise if I'm to keep up with you."

"But I know a much, much more fun way to get your exercise. It'll increase your heart rate, improve your circulation, make you break out in a sweat and everything, just like jogging. Only it's not so hard on the knees."

"And this pleasant form of exercise would be called...?"

"Making love to your young, beautiful, incredibly horny new wife." She squeezed his butt and was very pleased by the low hum of desire he emitted in response. He'd woken half-erect, but she could feel him firming as they spoke.

"So the two times we made love last night weren't enough to hold you until bedtime tonight?" He caressed her cheek as he nuzzled her ear.

"Not by a very long shot." She nibbled at his shoulder.

"You realize, of course, that at this rate, I shan't last out the week."

"Sure you shall, stevedore man." Her nibbles worked in a southerly direction.

He groaned as her talented lips made contact with his nipple. He could no longer marshall arguments against her due to the fact that all the blood had drained from his brain and currently resided in his penis. His achingly erect penis.

Giving up the fight, he rolled onto his back carefully taking Buffy with him. If he was going to be seduced, he could at least be in a comfortable position for it.

The Chosen One, in the meantime, continued her journey to the south of Giles' anatomy. Long before she reached the prominent evidence of his desire, he was moaning deeply. When she slipped the head of his cock between her soft lips, he twined his fingers through her hair.

As her head bobbed between his legs, he began to gently thrust his hips. Soon he tugged on her head to signal that she should stop. Buffy gave one final, sucking kiss to the head and stretched up to allow Giles to hold her.

"No fair" he told her. "You're the one getting all the exercise.

"Yeah, but weren't you having fun?"

His reply was a searing kiss and a squeeze to her breast. Buffy decided it was fine if Giles wanted to take a more active part in the proceedings.

They kissed, they licked, they teased, they nibbled and they fingered until they came together in the ancient rhythm that was so natural, and yet so new to them.

As they rocked together, Giles continued to stroke the hair back from Buffy's face. He watched in something very like awe as her face contorted in overwhelming pleasure when she found her release. Soon, he followed her over the edge, filling her with his seed.

They lay panting in the afterglow of their lovemaking, when Buffy began to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"We both got our exercise. See? We're both sweaty and everything. And you're all pink."

"So are you. And might I add that I think it looks charming?"

"You may. And I have come to a definite decision: I like being married to you."

"A good thing, luv, since you are married to me."

"Now if we just didn't have to go anywhere today, life would be perfect."

"True, but you have class and I have to open the shop. Anya won't work the morning shift."

*****

Buffy slid into her seat with seconds to spare before the lecture began.

"Hey Will. Thanks for saving me a seat."

"Hello, married lady. How was the wedding night? Not that I want to know, y'know, how it was...just how it was, if you know what I mean." The redhead was grinning from ear to ear as she babbled.

"Relax, Will. I wouldn't tell you that if you asked. I will say it was really, really nice, though. So was waking up."

"Waking...? Oh! Oh, you mean? Wow! Really?"

Buffy just smiled at her friend as Professor Baird began his lecture.

*****

Giles was surprised to find Anya already on the premises when he arrived at the Magic Box.

"Anya? Whatever are you doing here at this hour?"

"Good morning, Boss." She smiled broadly and said the words as if she were a small child reciting a lesson. She continued in a less stilted manner. "I didn't think you'd be here this morning. The magazine said that you go away when you get married, so I thought you and Buffy would too."

"Yes, well, since it was all rather...spur-of-the-moment, we didn't actually plan a honeymoon. And Buffy had classes this morning, so here I am. Is there any coffee yet?"

The ex-demon hurried to the coffee pot and poured a cup for her employer.

"You look sort of tired this morning. I guess that means Buffy gave you lots of orgasms last night."

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. "Yes, Anya, we've discussed this before. One really doesn't ask such questions, especially in a public setting."

"But it wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact."

"Why don't you go...straighten something?" He waved vaguely in the direction of some displays.

"Oh, I don't like to do that. Besides, people will come in soon and give us money. I like to take their money."

"So I've heard."

*****

As Buffy's class ended, she and Willow got up and were discussing having lunch together when they looked up to see a familiar figure walk through the door.

"I guess I'm having lunch with my honey, Will." Buffy grinned.

"It's okay, You guys need your alone time." Willow seemed slightly less enthusiastic than her friend.

"Rupert. It's good to see you." Professor Baird advanced his right hand and Giles took it warmly.

"And you, Leo."

"Rupert?"

"Buffy. This is a surprise. I didn't know this was the class you were taking this morning." He smiled shyly as she approached and returned her hug in a slightly awkward manner. Buffy turned hurt eyes to her husband and tried to snuggle closer. He took her hand as a compromise.

"I take it that you two have met?" Professor Baird ventured.

"I thought we had." Buffy grumbled.

"Hi Giles." Willow waved to him.

"Hello, Willow."

"So I take it you aren't here to take me to lunch?" The girl was doing her best not to be disappointed, but it was hard not to be. Where was the ardent lover she'd woken up to?

"I'm sorry, Buffy. I really didn't realize...and Leo and I have had this luncheon date for more than a week."

"Oh. It's okay. I'll have lunch with Willow. Really, we were planning to do that before you walked in. I guess I just assumed...but I was wrong, and it's okay. I should go by the office anyway. File my name change and all." By the time she finished, Buffy's eyes were stinging with tears she refused to shed.

"I'll just wait outside, okay Buffy?"

"Sure Will."

"I think I'll join you, Miss Rosenberg." Professor Baird agreed. "Take all the time you need."

"Thank you both." Giles breathed gratefully. When they were gone, he turned back to his lady. "Buffy, darling, I'm truly sorry. I honestly didn't realize you were in this class."

"It's all right, Rupert, really. I'm okay. See? I'm happy Buffy. Just some crossed wires."

"Are you sure, luv?"

"Positive. You go with Prof. Baird and have a good time. You do realize you've just made life harder on me, though."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Now that he knows we know each other, he's going to expect more of me in class. He won't be pleasantly surprised when I know stuff; he'll think I'm slacking when I don't. You owe me now."

Giles ran his fingers down Buffy's cheek. "I'll pay my debt happily when I get home tonight." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Mister." She smiled a bit woodenly up at him.

With a small chuckle and a squeeze to her shoulder, Giles left the room. Buffy remained looking after him sadly. After a moment, Willow returned.

"All better, Buff?"

"Sure. All better. Let's get lunch. I'm starving."

PART 2

"Um, Buffy? You get more of the benefit of the food if it actually goes in your mouth." Willow watched with concern as her friend speared forkful after forkful only to leave it on the plate.

"Huh?" The Slayer was clearly startled at her friends' words.

"Where are you, Buff? What happened with you and Giles? Did he say something that upset you?"

"No. He just...Will, do you think he's ashamed of me?"

"Okay, my turn to say 'huh'? Why would you think that?"

"When he saw me in class he looked kinda funny and then he wouldn't kiss me or anything. It was so different this morning."

"What did he say when you asked him?" Buffy looked intently at her plate, stabbing her fork into random piles of food. "You did ask him, didn't you?"

"I was scared to, Will. Maybe he thought this was a good idea over the weekend, but now he's figured out that I'm just a dumb kid and it's all a big mistake. I just thought it would take at least a full day before the sparkage wore out."

"Or maybe he's not used to public smooching. He's a lot older than us, Buffy. And a lot more British."

"Well, yeah, I guess that's true, if you use Earth logic. But it could be something worse too."

"Like what?"

"Like he doesn't think it's appropriate for married couples to have big time smoochies at all."

"Now you're just being a dummy. Old guys like Giles marry young patooties like you to get more smoochies, not less."

The two girls burst out laughing at their own silliness.

"So you're gonna talk to him, right?"

"Yeah, Will, I guess I'd better. I mean, Mom said I can come home anytime if this doesn't work out, but I really don't want to take her up on that the first day. Or ever."

"Good. So are you gonna eat that or was it just a cover for something?"

Buffy looked at her plate as though seeing it for the first time.

"Yuck. I think I slayed it. Maybe I'll just get some dessert."

*****

"Rupert Giles, you're an idiot."

"Thank you so much, Leo. It's good to know what one's friends truly think of one." He picked listlessly at the meal before him.

"Well you are. She's not done with this."

"She said everything was fine."

"And you believed her?"

"Oddly enough, yes. Buffy is nothing if not painfully honest when she feels she's been hurt."

"How many times have you been married, Rupert?"

"You know this is the first - and last - time."

"And how many times have I been married?"

"Four, if I recall correctly. And divorced as many times."

"Which means I'm an expert on screwing up a solid relationship. You're just a neophyte at it, but you're learning quickly. Talk to her tonight. Tell her why the hell you didn't just pick her up and plant a wet one on her in front of God and everybody. And while you're at it, you might explain it to me."

Giles blushed as he admitted: "It was somewhat difficult to restrain myself. But it simply isn't done, Leo."

"Not in England in the Dark Ages, you mean. Here and now, it is sometimes. Especially among newlyweds."

"Have you quite finished discussing my marriage?" Giles raised an irked eyebrow and pursed his lips.

Professor Baird let out a belly laugh that resounded through the cafe. "Not on your life! You know what an old busy body I am. By this time next week, Buffy and I will be the best of friends and I'll know more about you than you'll ever want to know I know."

"Wonderful." Giles pushed his plate away.

"Don't be so sour. What are friends for?"

"I thought we were meant to be discussing demonology."

"You'll be surprised how much it has in common with marriage."

*****

It was several hours later when Buffy walked through the door of the Magic Box. Not only did she want to see her husband, it was their usual day for Slayer training sessions, and she knew that he would insist on keeping up their work. In fact, if she knew Rupert, he would probably want to intensify their training. But after that morning, how well did she know her husband?

A tiny smile played about her lips when she saw him standing in the middle of the store apparently lost in the pages of a book he was holding. The mug of coffee he held in his other hand had paused in its journey to his mouth as he became engrossed in some arcane bit of knowledge he'd spotted. Not even the ringing of the bell as Buffy walked in the door had distracted him from his distraction.

"Rupert?"

He immediately startled at the sound of her voice, barely avoiding sloshing coffee on the precious book.

"Oh! Buffy, I'm so sorry. I was miles away." He immediately put down both the mug and the book carefully on the counter and went to her. Cupping one cheek in his hand, he kissed the other softly.

It may not have been the greeting Buffy had in mind, but it was far better than the one he had given her earlier.

"So how's business?"

"A bit slow today. Still, there have been one or two decent sales. And since when do you care about that?"

"Since it became my bread that you're winning. So are we training today?"

"Just as soon as Anya gets back from the bank."

"You really trust her with the money, huh?"

"She doesn't give me much of a choice. It's all she'll deal with. And she's so much better at that than I am, it seems silly not to let her."

"Well, I'll go in the back and get stretched out. I'll see you when Anya gets back."

"Right, then. Off you go."

*****

Buffy couldn't believe she'd chickened out of talking to Giles. It had seemed so easy when she'd talked to Willow earlier, but she just couldn't bring herself to ask Giles why he had been so uncomfortable that morning. Now it was time to concentrate on her warm-ups. Soon it would be time to concentrate on her moves. She would just have to say something later. Maybe when they went to bed. That would be a good quiet time. He'd even be in a good position to make it up to her. Yes. She would talk to him when they went to bed.

*****

It had been a quiet evening, Chez Giles. While Buffy washed the dinner dishes, Giles did some reading to see if there were any prophecies they should be aware of coming up. Then she did some homework as he filled in the blanks on some paperwork for the shop. After that, they went on patrol together. Buffy dusted two of the recently undead, and they went home. Neither one mentioned their earlier misunderstanding.

Finally, it was time for bed. Once they were ensconced beneath the covers, Giles began to kiss his wife hungrily, but she pulled back.

"What's wrong, Buffy?" His eyes were filled with hurt and confusion.

"We need to talk, Rupert. About this morning."

Giles sighed and flopped onto his back. "And you waited until now to bring it up? We've had hours to discuss this. Not that I think there's anything to discuss, really."

"Nothing to discuss? Rupert, you acted like I was some crazy stranger coming on to you. I'm your wife. Did I suddenly get all ooky overnight?"

"Hardly, but, Buffy, I'm not used to public displays of affection. I'm sorry..."

"You screwed my mother on top of a police car. How much more public can you get?"

"And if you'll cast your mind back to that event, you'll remember that we were both drugged on chocolate that you sold us."

"So now it's my fault?"

"Why are we even talking about that? You said it didn't matter."

"It didn't when you would actually kiss me and not worry about there being other people around."

"We were on holiday, Buffy."

"And now we're on our honeymoon, sort of."

"But we're back in Sunnydale."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning - I don't bloody know any more! What are we even fighting about?"

"That you wouldn't kiss me."

"You interrupted me kissing you to fight about my not kissing you?" Despite his best efforts, Giles couldn't stop his lips twitching into a smile.

Buffy paused to contemplate the irony.

"Okay, so maybe my timing is the ubersuck, but I still have a point. When you walked in that classroom today you acted like you didn't know me. I'm not asking you to take me on Professor Baird's desk or anything. I just wanted a simple hug and a kiss, like any woman could expect from her brand-spanking-new husband. Is that too much to ask?"

Giles sighed and pulled Buffy to his chest.

"I don't suppose it is at that. I'm sorry, luv. Truly I am. But I'm not used to being able to do that. I've spent so many years unable to be open about being with somebody."

"Is any of this about Ethan?"

"Lord no! We were quite blatant about our relationship while it lasted. Of course, we were both stoned out of our minds most of the time as well. But you recall what it was like when I was with Jenny. And I did try to keep Olivia out of sight. And then when we began this relationship, which, I will remind you, was just a few weeks ago, we decided to be discreet about it for a while. Now, suddenly, for the first time in a great many years, I can be open about my love life and I simply don't know how to do it anymore. But I will try, Buffy. I love you, and I don't want you to think I'm ashamed of us, or anything like that."

"Okay, you're forgiven. As long as you at least try to remember that wife equals smoochies on sight. And not cheek smoochies either; lip smoochies."

"Oh dear, I'm not sure I know much about that." He teased her. "I think we shall need some practice."

"I think I could be talked into that."

Their lips met gently at first; then with more passion as they opened themselves to one another. Soon they were exploring one another with both hands and mouths. Buffy felt the now-familiar fire building in her belly to be filled with Giles. He was more than willing to comply when she straddled his hips and guided him into her tight warmth.

She rode him with feverish abandon, driving both of them over the edge quickly.

Afterward, they cuddled and kissed softly, basking in the warm glow of understanding and good sex.

"Mmmmm, I like it when it's like this." Buffy ruffled Giles' chest hair as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Like what, luv?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.

"Peaceful. Happy. When we're in total synch. And I like making up."

"I rather like it, too. Though I hope every night won't end up in a row."

"Naah. It was a little tiny bump in the path. We're fine. Besides, if I ever get really mad at you, I can kick your butt."

"That you can, my love" he replied with affection and pride. "That you can."


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