Winter Of Discontent 9
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.

"That smells good," he said casually.

"Thanks. Just keep in mind, smells can be deceiving. Me and food prep?
Not a match made in heaven."

He smiled slightly.

"Actually, the senses of smell and taste are quite closely related. If
something smells good, chances are it tastes equally delicious."

"There speaks a man who never tried drinking his mother's perfume when
he was six. Trust me, if you ever get the urge to try out Obsession,
it's better on the outside than the inside."

"An anomaly, I assure you."

Wesley's voice seemed closer. Cordelia turned to find him directly
behind - now in front of - her. She couldn't stop the blush that formed
at the look on his face.

"Wesley...I...we...what do you want?"

His blue eyes seemed to caress her from head to toe. When he spoke
again, it was without the hesitancy and resentment that she'd heard for
weeks.

"You look so beautiful. I like the new haircut."

Her hand raised to her head of it's own volition.

"I...just thought it was time for a change, y'know? You noticed?"

"Yes, of course."

"And nobody told you to say something?"

"No, I just thought it looked nice. Is that a new dress?"

"Okay, this is getting scary. Since when do you notice what I wear?"

"You look lovely in purple. Then again, you always look lovely."

Cordelia's heart was pounding. Wesley hadn't lifted a finger to touch
her, but she felt as though he'd already begun making love to her. She
bit her lip and blushed more deeply when she felt his eyes take in the
sight. He lowered his head to hers slowly, giving her every opportunity
to object; to stop him. She couldn't. She didn't want to.

His lips met hers softly, teasingly. His arms slid around her waist,
and hers to the firm muscles of his chest as the kiss deepened. His
touch was fire to her, his mouth the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.
She wanted him more than she could say. From the hard length pressed
against her belly, she decided he must feel the same way.

With the last of her resolve, Cordelia turned from Wesley. He looked
devastated. She smiled at him and turned off the stove.

"Hey, I didn't want to burn down the house. Let's go upstairs."

*****

"Alice?"

"Jessica?"

"I thought we'd agreed; nothing that starts with a J."

"It's a nice name, though."

"Yes, but not with Giles, I'm afraid."

"Okay, how about Penny?"

"You do realize that's an abbreviation of Penelope, don't you?"

"Doesn't have to be. Buffy's not short for anything."

"Not in your case, I understand. But I would like our daughter to have
a proper name."

His hands caressed her belly as he dropped kisses along her jawline.
Buffy giggled and entwined her fingers with his.

"What if it's a boy? We gonna call him Alice, too?"

"Of course not. I was thinking perhaps Thomas."

"Thomas Giles. Not too bad. Or maybe Anthony. We could call him Tony
for short."

"What is this unhealthy obsession with diminutives, luv?" he nuzzled in
her ear.

"Who you calling a diminutive, buster?" she laughed as he nipped her
earlobe gently. "You are way too frisky for this place, Rupert. As soon
as Anya gets back, we are so going home to bed."

"I have a better idea, luv. You wanted to train? Training room's right
over there."

"Mmmmm, you're kinky, Mr. Giles."

"As I recall, you have a kink or two up your sleeve as well, Mrs.
Giles."

He kissed her warmly. Buffy was glad they were behind the counter when
his hands moved to cup her rear.

The bell above the door rang, and the pair moved slightly apart.

"Don't mind me," Anya said as she came to join them with a bag of
change. Her eyes flitted briefly up and down Giles' frame. "Have your
fun. Is Xander still here?"

"Yes, yes, he's in the back," Giles stuttered nervously. Buffy followed
his eyes to where they rested firmly on Anya's bosom. A moment later,
she shook her head. She hadn't meant to stare.

Anya looked down at her breasts.

"What? Am I lopsided? Is my bra showing?"

"Nothing," Buffy replied a bit too quickly. "It's nothing. Right,
Rupert?"

"Hmm? Oh! Yes! Nothing...nothing at all. I was just thinking...of
closing up early. Would you like to go home, Anya?"

"Can I take Xander with me?"

"Please do."

Anya shrugged.

"Okay. It's funny, but for the last hour or so, I've really wanted to
have sex for some reason."

"Not needing to hear this, Anya," Buffy protested.

"Oh, and if you two want to have some fun in the training room, there's
this really great thing you can do with the pommel horse...."

"Anya. Please don't tell me about what you do with my pommel horse when
I'm not here," Buffy requested. "Oh, and is there anything you guys
haven't had sex on back there?"

"The punching bag, because we haven't figured out how, and the sofa
because it's vinyl and we'd stick to it."

"Thanks. Go get Xander. Take him home."

Once the former demon was gone, Buffy turned to her husband.

"We are so fumigating every piece of equipment in that room."

"Agreed. And then we're bloody well figuring out how to use the
punching bag for sexual purposes."

"Or we could stick ourselves to the sofa. Painful, but easily
accomplished. I figure we ought to christen at least one thing back
there ourselves."

*****

Tara snuck up behind Willow and dropped a series of tiny kisses on the
back of her neck.

"So, you're not mad at me anymore?" Willow asked.

"I never wanted to fight. Could we make up now?"

"Nothing to make up, is there? Let's just move straight to the sex,
okay?"

The lovers kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together. At last
Tara pulled back and took Willow's hands. She led the redhead to the
stairs and began to climb the first flight. Both girls smiled
teasingly.

Suddenly the door flew open and Xander raced into the house with Anya
hot on his heels. Hand in hand they hurried to the stairs and began to
mount them.

Willow stared at Xander's retreating backside for a stunned moment
before returning her attention to Tara. She hadn't expected that.

It still looked impossibly good to her.

Still, she smiled at Tara and walked to her.

"Come on, Baby. Let's go upstairs."

*****

"He was, too."

"He can't have been."

"He was, I swear."

"You must have imagined it, luv."

"It's true, Rupert. Xander was totally checking out your butt. Not that
I blame him. It is pretty inspirational."

"And what of you, Buffy? You couldn't pull your eyes from Anya's
cleavage."

"Look who's talking. You stared more than I did. Should I be jealous?"

"You're taking all of this awfully well. Are you quite sure you're
Buffy?"

"If I thought for a nanosecond that you were going to do something
about it, I'd already be burying the bodies. Since all that happened
was a couple looks, I think I'll just wear you out so I don't have to
worry."

She unbuttoned his shirt slowly and pushed it off his shoulders, all
the while nibbling her way up and down his neck. Giles pulled her
closer to his growing erection. He rubbed himself against her
suggestively, smiling when Buffy moaned low in her throat.

He didn't care if they were never able to peel him off the damn couch.
This was going to be worth it.

*****

Wesley buried his face in Cordelia's breasts. He licked and tasted them
hungrily. He fastened onto one nipple and suckled at it with a kind of
desperation. He ground himself against her thigh as she groaned and
pressed him closer to herself.

Her lips parted to take in ragged breaths as she writhed under him.

"Wesley," she whimpered, "now, please."

Without hesitation, Wesley reached between them to part her nether
lips. Cordelia moved her hand to guide his turgid member into her
waiting depths. Both sighed in satisfaction as they were joined. They
kissed with passion as Wesley began to move his hips smoothly. When he
opened his eyes to see Cordelia smiling up at him, his movements became
frantic. She matched him, thrust for thrust. Her lips sought his again
and again.


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