Title: Slayer Central chapter 18
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.



Buffy pulled Willow into the ladies' room, peering under the stall doors to make sure they were alone.

"Will, I got a big favor to ask. As in Godzilla big. A-and Mothra and all those other Japanese movie monsters, too."

"That big? That's pretty big, Buff. Are you sure I'm up to this one?"

"I don't think it'll be that hard, really. It's just way important that Rupert and I have some alone time at home tonight. Really alone."

"How alone...? You mean, um...like alone, alone?"

"As alone as we can be."

"But, Buffy, what are you going to, y'know, do? I mean that you have to be alone alone for?"

"Okay, Will, what have we not been able to do for a while that married couples sorta do a lot?"

The redhead blushed to the root of her fiery hair.

"I'll try," She finally squeaked.

*****

With a bit of help from Cordelia and Tara, Willow accomplished her mission. Thus it was an hour later that Buffy and Giles were truly alone at home for the first time since they'd moved into Leo's house while the rest of the gang partied in honor of Joyce's restored health at The Bronze.

Giles prepared a simple meal which he and Buffy ate in the kitchen, with occasional breaks for sweet, deep kisses.

Until the meal was finished, neither spoke much.

When they were done eating, Giles rose and placed the dishes in the sink. Then he turned to Buffy and held out his hand.

"Shall we?"

Buffy shook her head.

"I hate to be cliché, but I think we need to slip into something more comfortable first."

Giles quirked an eyebrow at his wife.

"What are you up to, luv?"

She reached up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"You'll see. Just go get ready, studmuffin."

*****

When Giles retreated to the bathroom, he discovered that somehow Buffy had stage managed every aspect of the evening. He had no idea how or when she had done it, but he found himself enjoying this unexpected attention to detail on her part.

There hung his favorite black silk pajama pants along with the robe he'd worn their first night together. She'd put out aftershave for him as well. He decided that was a hint. He'd best make sure he was extra careful with the razor, though. If nothing else, he didn't want to cut himself in his overexcitement.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so nervous about making love. Still, it was clear that Buffy had her heart set on sex, and Giles was more than eager to comply with her wishes.

*****

Buffy tried, yet again, to smooth her ivory satin nightgown over her breasts and belly.

Yet again, the gesture was a failure.

She gave a frustrated, whimpering grimace as she looked in the mirror. Then she sighed and tried again.

Still no good.

"Great. Less than two months and I'm already a whale."

Would he still want her?

*****

As Giles approached the bedroom door, he took a deep breath to still the butterflies in his stomach. He wondered for the thousandth time how passionate he dared be with Buffy in light of their recent close call with the baby. He wanted to please his wife, but feared to harm their child.

Taking another deep breath, and reminding himself that the doctor had said they were perfectly safe now, he turned the doorknob and stepped resolutely into the room. He smiled at the sight before him.

Buffy had lit candles on every surface flat enough to hold them and far enough from the bed to be safe. The room glowed gently and fresh linens graced the bed. Soft music wafted from Buffy's CD player; more romantic music than Giles would have expected.

Unfortunately, the effect was rather spoiled when he came upon Buffy herself lying in bed with the covers hauled up to her chin, her eyes wide and nervous.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently ran his fingertips across her cheek.

"What's wrong, dearest?"

"Rupert, would you love me even if I was really, really gross?"

"Really, really gross? Buffy, what on earth are you talking about?"

Buffy bit her lip nervously as she slid the covers down to reveal her form-fitting nightgown.

"Look at me, Rupert; I'm fat. I wore this nightie the first time we...y'know, and already it doesn't fit. My boobs are like watermelons and my stomach is sticking out to Pittsburgh."

"Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, or California?" Giles asked as his lips twitched into a smile.

"That's not funny."

"Buffy, luv, you're pregnant. If your body didn't show signs of it soon, I'd be a bit concerned. So you'll need some new clothes, that's not a problem."

"But I'm fat and...and...you...I wanted tonight to be perfect. Now it's ruined."

"Ruined? How is tonight ruined? I love you. And you've set everything up so wonderfully; it would be a shame to waste all your efforts."

"So this is a mercy bone, huh?"

Giles sighed. He stood and removed his robe.

"Look at me, Buffy," he commanded.

She raised her head and met his eyes.

"No, look at my body."

"Huh?"

"I'm literally covered in scars, yet somehow you find me attractive enough to make love with; to love me."

"Of course I love you. You're an incredible guy. Not to mention way impressive with the technique."

"Despite the scars. Despite the gray hairs. Despite the glasses."

"No. Because of you. Because you're the best person I've ever known."

"And I love you because of who you are. You could look like...Quasimodo and I'd still love you. I'd still want you." He ran his hands along Buffy's arms until one was tangled in her hair while the other stroked her shoulder. "As it is, your body is changing in a beautiful way, because of our love."

He lowered his lips to hers, claiming her in a hungry kiss.

"How on Earth could I not want you?"

"But I'm fat," Buffy wailed.

Giles took the hem of Buffy's garment in his hands.

"May I?"

Buffy bit her lip as she nodded. Giles lifted the satin over her head and tossed the nightgown to the floor. His eyes traveled over every curve and plane of her body. He gently cupped Buffy's swollen breasts in his large hands.

"You're not fat, luv. You're beautiful."

He dropped a soft kiss on each breast, a mere butterfly touch so as not to cause any hurt. His hands moved to the tiny bump of her belly.

"This is the most exciting, wonderful sight I could imagine. It's life. It's our legacy to the world, if you will. You're not fat. And even if you were, I would still love you. I would still want you. You're the woman I love and nothing could ever make you less than beautiful in my eyes."

Buffy sniffled slightly as she smiled through her tears.

"You really do need those glasses, huh?"

An impish grin played about his lips.

"If I do, it's because I'm blinded by your loveliness."

"Ooh, sweet talkin' man."

Giles pulled Buffy into a warm embrace. With one hand, he stroked the hair off her neck as he pressed his lips to the nape. Buffy shivered as her spine began to tingle and electric shocks of desire pricked her center.

His kisses traveled down her neck to her shoulder, then up her throat to her jaw and then her ear. Buffy could feel her heart pump faster and tiny sighs of bliss began to emanate from her lips as Giles nuzzled and tasted her skin.

"Feeling more attractive?" he asked with some humor.

Buffy's response was to pull back until she could take his face in her hands and bring her lips to his. They met in a kiss filled with passion. Giles' hands traveled his wife's body as their tongues became reacquainted in the most delightful of ways.

Deft fingers explored the curves of Buffy's waist and hips, then cupped her rear softly. Her own hand gently plucked the glasses from Giles' nose and placed them on the nightstand by feel.

"Not sure yet, sweetie. I think I need a bit more convincing."

With a playful growl, Giles pulled Buffy down to the mattress. He rolled on top of her, yet held his full weight on his arms, hardly daring to lay atop her. He lowered his head to her body and placed a series of feather-light kisses along the valley between her breasts. Then he continued lower.

Buffy giggled when she felt Giles' tongue slither across her belly button. A moment later, his lips caressed the tiny bump where their baby grew. The kiss was not an erotic one, but a greeting to their child. Balancing on one elbow, he placed his hand on the slight curve, a wondering expression on his face.

"What's up down there?"

Giles started slightly at Buffy's question.

"I'm sorry, luv. It's just...well, I've known for a few weeks, but it never...it never seemed quite real to me, until just now. We're actually having a baby."

He blinked in surprise as he grinned, even giving voice to what could only be described as a hopelessly goofy giggle.

"Now he gets it!" Buffy grinned back, ruffling his hair affectionately.

He slid back up and took his wife in his strong arms.

"And when precisely did you 'get it', my love?"

"Any minute now, I'm sure."

*****

Angel gathered up two stakes, a crossbow, and his short sword. He didn't know why he bothered any more. There was still no sign of vampires since the night of the last blood shipment. Still, someone had to be getting tired of being cooped up and hungry by now. He might get lucky tonight.

Once he'd arranged his weaponry about his body, the vampire slid into his duster and headed out the door. Cordelia had warned him not to stay in too late, though she wouldn't say why. Women. Angel decided he'd never understand them.

Buffy and Giles were the only ones home. Shouldn't he stay and protect the Slayer? After all, while Giles could hold his own in a fight, and was amazingly impressive under torture, he didn't have vampiric strength or healing. If a determined vampire band came by the house tonight, he might not be able to defend Buffy. Maybe he should just stop at their room and suggest he stay in instead of patrolling.

Heading down the stairs, Angel decided that was what he would do. That really would be the best use of his skills. Why go on a pointless patrol when all signs pointed toward something big in the offing. Somethng that put Buffy in danger.

Suddenly, Angel stopped midway down the stairs to the second floor. Though he clutched the railing, he didn't manage to stop himself sitting with a thump.

The smell overwhelmed him.

Pheremones.

Sex.

Buffy.

As soon as his knees would hold him upright, Angel hurried out into the night. His thoughts refused to clear themselves.

He knew that Buffy's scent now mingled intimately with Giles'. He knew she wore Giles' ring. He even knew she was carrying Giles' child.

But somehow, until he heard and smelled them making love, he'd been able to convince himself that Buffy didn't belong to Giles; that she was settling for second best and a normal life.

He knew he would never be able to take comfort in that fantasy again.

Not when she'd called Giles' name in passion.

Not when he'd smelled the heady scent of her desire for her husband.

Especially not when he felt the pure joy that surrounded them. The joy he, Angel, could never give her, because he would never be allowed to have it himself.

*****

"Oh Rupert, yes!" Buffy cried as her hips rose of their own accord.

Giles followed the movement with his tongue, sliding it along her nether lips. He teased her opening gently, licking and probing softly. He moaned at the taste of her nectar. Every time he tasted her, she had a slightly different flavor, but she was always sweet; so delectably sweet to him.

With a final kiss to the delicious cleft before him, Giles slid up and rolled to his back. When he tried to take Buffy atop himself, she resisted.

"No, I want you on top, Rupert."

He stroked back her hair from her sweat-spangled brow.

"It's safer this way. I don't want to crush you."

"You won't," she assured him. "We'll both be fine. Please."

"But why?"

"It feels like you surround me when we do it like that. Like there's nothing in the world but you and me. That's how I want to feel."

Without a word, Giles rolled them until he was on top. He kissed Buffy thoroughly as he postitioned himself at her entrance.

She moved her hand between them and took his cock in her small hand. She stroked the head along her opening, teasing her clitoris with him. Giles felt as if he would explode before he even entered her as the wetness of her sex further excited him.

"Buffy, darling, please," he begged her. "Please, let me inside you."

She met his eyes serenely as she placed him at her opening and allowed him, finally, to sink into her depths. He had to bite his lip to keep from climaxing then and there. It had been so long since he'd felt the warmth of her surrounding him, pulling him in, accepting him so completely.

Buffy spread her legs further as Giles stretched her inner walls wider. She'd missed the feeling of completion, of absolute belonging that accompanied the act of lovemaking with Giles. Her sigh of contentment was quickly followed by a sharp, hungry cry when he began to move slowly within her.

Giles lavished kisses on Buffy's face and throat as he rocked tenderly with her. Neither seemed able to touch the other enough. The deprivation of the previous weeks added fire to their passion even as concern for their baby made both move more gently than they ever had before.

The result was a long, langorous session filled with warm touches and desperate kisses. After long minutes of thrusting and rocking, Buffy felt herself building toward release. A moment of blind panic was quickly replaced with the explosion of her orgasm. She cried out and clawed at Giles' back even as he sped up his pace, her clenching womanhood milking him of his seed. She could read the matching worry in his eyes as he plunged into her deeper to fill her womb.

Before he could collapse completely, Giles rolled them until they lay on their sides, still entwined. He stroked her brow and kissed her tenderly as they calmed.

Both had to look as he withdrew from her body. There were matching sighs of relief. No blood.

"I was so worried," Buffy confessed.

"As was I."

He pulled her close as she shuddered in reaction to her fear.

"Tell me everything's gonna be okay."

"Shhh, luv, it will be."

When Buffy gazed into Giles' eyes, she felt her concerns pack their bags and take a vacation. They would be back, but for now, everything was perfect. She was safe in the arms of the man she loved, and their baby was going to be just fine.

Their baby...

"Oh my God!"

"What is it, luv? Are you alright?"

"We're really gonna have a baby, Rupert! We're really having a baby."

Buffy's joyful laughter rang through the house as she and her husband embraced.


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