Title: Slayer Central chapter 26
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 quickly untied the sash of Giles' bathrobe without breaking their kiss. As soon as the offending cloth had been slipped off his shoulders, she began running her fingers through the crisp curls on his chest. Giles groaned as Buffy's thumbs rubbed circles around his nipples.

"Who's the loudmouth now?" she grinned in his ear.

"If you're going to be like that, I may just spank you yet."

"Face it, sweetie, we're no good at quiet."

A devilish grin spread across Giles' face.

"I've an idea that may help," he told her as he opened the taps in the shower.

"Oooh, a man with a plan. I'm loving that!"

"And here I'd rather hoped you'd be loving me."

*****

"So what did you want to see Giles for?"

"I had some information I felt he needed. You?"

"Couldn't sleep." Xander fell silent for a moment. "Wesley?"

"Yes?"

"What the hell is going on with you and Cordy?"

The Englishman sighed.

"I wish I knew."

"Come on, Wes. You gotta know what you did. It's not like she keeps real quiet about what's on her mind."

"Has she told you what it's about?"

"Nope."

"Then she obviously doesn't wish you to know."

"But I've got the idea it's something about babies."

Wesley sighed.

"How did you guess?"

The younger man shrugged.

"They're a kinda hot topic of conversation around here. Cordy and I, we have history. I can read her pretty well most of the time. When kids or morning sickness or whatever comes up - and please, I beg of you, forget the morning sickness thing now - she gets this sort of look on her face. Y'know? The one that she gets when she doesn't want anyone to know she's falling apart inside. That non-look just before the cover slides into place."

"Xander, I'd rather not discuss this..."

"No. I think it's time we did discuss it. If she wants a baby, why won't you do your thing?"

"Because you've got it wrong. I'm the one who wants children."

*****

"So when are you going to tell us what he did, anyway?" Willow asked. "I mean, we're all here figuring out ways to mess with Wesley's head and - okay, so it's fun anyway, but shouldn't we know why we're doing it if we're doing it?"

"Because he has no respect for me. He wants to keep me barefoot and pregnant - emphasis on the pregnant part. He's like every other man."

"I don't like men," Anya observed. "But I like Xander."

"So it's about babies?" Tara asked.

"What's wrong with babies?"

Cordelia shot Crystal a withering glare.

"You, of all people in this room have no business asking that question. You married Buffy's Dad because he knocked you up and now he's already deserted you. You're stuck here in a strange town with a bunch of people you don't really know and no money and it's all because you didn't cross your legs."

"I think the fact that Buffy's father is a big jerk has something to do with it."

"Great! Even demon girl doesn't get it!"

"Ex-demon girl!"

"Cordelia, there's nothing wrong with not wanting kids, any more than there's something wrong with wanting them. Wesley does, and you don't, I guess?"

Tara stopped, unsure how to continue.

"That's about the size of it."

"Then, Cordelia, why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's romantic and everything, but it doesn't really solve the problem, does it?"

*****

Buffy bit her lip and whimpered softly as Giles rubbed his naked body against hers. She buried her face in his chest and fondled his firm posterior. His hands were everywhere at once, teasing, touching, exciting her as they danced across her back, thighs, and buttocks.

When one finger brushed gently across her nether lips, Buffy let out a sharp mewl of desire.

"Shh, luv. We've got to be quiet."

"That's easy for you to say."

"Not as easy as you think," he hissed as her hands moved to caress his erection.

Giles wrapped Buffy in his arms and kissed her deeply. His passion only increased when Buffy moved one hand back to his firm rump again. She let one finger slip between the globes and teased him with it, touching all around the most sensitive spot, but never quite making contact with his anus.

"You bloody tease," he growled in her ear.

"Just making sure you have as hard a time with the silent theme as I do."

"Come here, you vixen."

Giles positioned Buffy against the wall of the shower stall with her back facing him. She placed her hands firmly against the wall and spread her legs as Giles tested her readiness with one long finger.

"Yessss, Rupert," she moaned.

Gripping her hips, Giles entered Buffy in one hard stroke. He knew they didn't have long between the friends expecting them and his worry that the hot water would run out forcing them to take an unintentional cold shower. He snaked one hand between his wife's legs and massaged her hard nubbin as he pounded hard and fast into her.

Buffy panted and bit back her screams. She pushed back against the hard cock inside her. The warm water, the masculine strength of Giles' body, his insitent finger on her clit, the soft brush of his balls against her at every stroke, all combined to drive her over the edge quickly.

When Buffy could no longer contain her voice, Giles pulled out and turned her to face him. He explored her mouth with his while continuing to caress her intimately until her climax had passed.

"Oh God, that was good," she whispered as the tremors stilled. "I love you, Rupert."

"And I love you," he returned, kissing her tenderly.

"But we've got a problem here."

Her hands moved to the hard length between his legs.

"Is that a problem?"

"Not for long," she answered, sinking to her knees before him.

*****

"She really wants you to...get snipped?" Xander crossed his legs involuntarily.

"A crude, but accurate description."

"Man that bites! So...will you? If she takes you back?"

Wesley sighed.

"I don't know, Xander. I'd rather not. But for Cordelia...well, if she'll take me back, I'm willing to discuss it at any rate."

"But will she? Discuss it? Or will she just issue orders and expect you to be the good little soldier? Trust me; Cordy's not the discuss it type. She's the 'I have you in my power and you will do as I say' type."

"Xander, kindly remember that you are speaking of the woman I love."

"Wesley, kindly remember that we are speaking of my ex-girlfriend who I have known since we were five years old. We've had our ups and downs - and I freely admit they were mostly downs - but I know Cordy. If you let her, she'll walk all over you. Don't be a doormat, Wes. Stand up for your right not to get unnecessary surgery performed in your owie place."

"And if Anya were to require a similar sacrifice from you...?"

"That's a whole different story."

"Of course it is."

*****

"You really think that's necessary?"

"Come on, Cordy. It's the root of the whole problem. If we make this the third task, and you guys do it together, maybe it'll give you a starting point to figure out what to do about it."

Cordelia frowned at the spell Willow had shown her.

"But it's so...yuck."

"Hey, do you want the man back or not?"

A shadow of vulnerability flickered over the Seer's face before disappearing under her determined nod.

"Okay. But I'm only doing this to prove to Wesley that he's wrong and I'm right."

*****

Giles bit back his groans with difficulty as Buffy engulphed his cock in her mouth. He stroked her wet hair as she pleasured him expertly. Soft hands fondled his scrotal sac while her warm tongue explored his engorged shaft.

"Close, darling. I'm so close," he whispered urgently.

He felt the pressure increase on his cock. Moments later, the wave hit him. He held back his cry to a harsh grunt as he filled Buffy's willing mouth with his essence. He sagged against the shower wall, drained yet satisfied, and watched Buffy lick up the droplets that had escaped her lips.

When she had finished licking him clean, Buffy stood and embraced her husband. They kissed hungrily.

"We better clean up before the water gets too cold."

Giles chuckled softly and reached for a washcloth and soap.

"Your wish is my command, luv."

"And that makes me one happy Slaygal, let me tell you."

*****

"Hey, G-man! We thought you weren't ever coming back."

"Sorry I took so long. I...um...decided I could do with a shower."

Xander and Wesley exchanged a look.

"Am I right in thinking you didn't do this alone?"

"That is an extremely crass suggestion, Xander."

"And extrememly accurate, one assumes from the redness of your cheeks," Wesley observed.

Giles' blush grew deeper.

*****

Buffy opened the door to Cordelia's room only to be met by knowing looks.

"So...how was it?"

"How was what, Cordy?"

"Clueless much? You and Giles had a little snuggle downstairs, didn't you?"

"Does everybody know everything around here?" Buffy groaned, her cheeks reddening.

"Pretty much," Willow assured her.


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