Winter Of Discontent 10
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.

"Yes you did."

"No, I didn't."

"You did. You checked out Giles' butt."

"Okay, first off, no way. And second off, how would you have known?
Your eyes were completely glued to it, too."

"See? Too, you said. That means I'm right."

Xander paused in his laughing kisses.

"So if we were both checking Giles out, and I was doing a bit of window
shopping in Buffsterland, too, why aren't we mad at each other?"

Anya pulled him to her again.

"I don't care as long as you're kissing me."

"In that case, let's see if I can make sure you never care again."

Xander began with a tiny nip to Anya's shoulder, then worked his way
across her collarbone with open mouthed kisses. He could feel himself
rehardening within her. He'd never recovered so quickly from an orgasm,
but he didn't stop to question his luck. He had a warm, wet, willing
Anya beneath him and that was all he cared about at the moment.

*****

Tara ground herself against Willow's face as she tried to muffle her
cries against the pillow. She wriggled so the redhead's pointed tongue
would caress just the right spot to bring on her release.

With a sudden shout, Tara let go. Her womanhood clenched around
Willow's tongue again and again.

Before she could finish recovering, Tara moved to switch positions with
her lover. She wanted to share the same pleasure with the woman she
loved. She spread the fiery curls before her and delved in.

*****

Giles pulled his face from between Buffy's thighs long enough to give a
heartfelt groan of pleasure as she took as much of him as she could in
her mouth. His fingers continued to pump into her as he brought his
tongue back to the sensitive nubbin of her clit. With his free hand, he
caressed her buttocks.

Buffy's hands, meanwhile, were busy with his balls, feeling their soft
weight, rolling them until Giles thought he would go mad with delight.
He was trembling and bathed in sweat. When Buffy pulled back and
swirled her tongue along the ridge of his cockhead, Giles gripped her
buttock harder, and his thumb slipped into the valley before him. Buffy
flinched slightly, but moaned when he rubbed it softly against her
anus.

Encouraged by her pleased sounds, Giles continued to tease her
backdoor, running his thumb across, but making no effort to enter her
channel. His hips bucked involuntarily when one of Buffy's fingers
moved to touch him the same way.

"Like that, huh?" she giggled.

"More that you can know, luv."

She groaned as he nudged his thumb against her a little more firmly.

"I'm starting to get the idea," she gasped.

A moment later, Buffy mewled in protest when the thumb was removed.
Giles smiled as he ran it across her moist folds to wet it.

"Just relax, luv, and let me know if you want to stop."

"Don't you dare stop, Rupert."

With a smile, he returned to his ministrations on her sopping core. Her
heartfelt groan vibrated across his member, nearly driving him over the
edge. He returned his thumb to its previous activities, more
purposefully this time. He wriggled it carefully against Buffy's
entrance, pleased when he felt her deliberately relax her muscles to
allow him access.

Soon he was pumping in and out of both her tight channels. Buffy rode
his fingers and tongue with a wild abandon. She nibbled up and down the
length of him and teased his entry at the same time. Giles could feel
his release building. He wanted to hold back, but the urge was too
strong. His hips bucked hard, his thighs trembled, and his roar filled
the room as he gushed his essence.

Before he could finish, Buffy was spasming around his fingers and
thumb. She cried out, nearly screaming his name.

When the fury had passed, they both lay still for a moment, panting as
tiny tremors continued to course through them. Giles applied a soft
kiss to Buffy's womanhood before he removed his fingers from her. He
then applied a series of gentle kisses to her inner thighs, and finally
one to each buttock.

Buffy, meanwhile, continued to mouth softly at Giles' groin.

"What are you doing down there, luv?" he asked breathlessly.

"Cleaning up. I was sorta busy when you...y'know. I missed a bunch."

"But I want you here where I can kiss you."

"Great. Next you're gonna start pouting," Buffy giggled. Still, she
stood and turned so she could lie down in Giles' arms, the way she
wanted to if she was honest. Giles grimaced as he shifted to make room
for her.

"Bloody hell, but that's painful!"

"You're the one who wanted to do it back here. It's your own fault."

"Well you may laugh, but I think I need a skin graft now."

"Poor baby," she teased as she rubbed her hand across his chest. "Want
me to kiss you and make you feel better?"

"Very much."

Before she could do so, Giles leaned over and swiped his tongue across
Buffy's cheek.

"What was that for?"

"You missed a spot," he grinned.

"You great big perv."

"But I'm your great big perv."

They kissed softly, smiling all the while.

"I sorta love you, pervguy."

"I love you, too."

They snuggled closer, sharing kisses until their eyes drooped closed
and they fell asleep on the newly christened sofa.

*****

Wesley looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. He kissed the
crown of her head tenderly as he stroked her hair. He was tired, but he
didn't want to miss a moment of his time with Cordelia. If she decided
that this had been mere temporary insanity, he wanted something to
treasure in the lonely nights ahead.

Her bare skin felt warm and soft against his. Her even breaths ruffled
the dark hairs on his chest, but he didn't mind. Right here, right now,
Cordelia was his. In this place she trusted him completely. The tears
he felt pricking his eyes were happy ones this time.

He pulled her tighter and rested his cheek against her dark head.

He prayed that this would be the first of many nights with Cordelia in
his arms, safe and happy.

*****

Willow slipped out of bed quietly, so as not to disturb Tara, and
dressed silently. She needed to think.

She went to the kitchen and found Leo sitting up.

"Sorry. I didn't know anyone was awake."

"That's alright. Hot chocolate? I've got some already made."

"Please."

The girl sat heavily. She didn't want anyone there. She wanted her
alone time. Leo was in the way of it. Still, she smiled when he handed
her a mug.

"Thanks. So why are you up? Not that you can't be awake in your own
house, but, well, late."

"Not as late as that. It isn't even nine o'clock. What I'm wondering is
why everyone is in bed at this early hour."

Willow felt herself blushing under his stare.

"Um...couples? Doing couply things?"

Crystal wandered into the kitchen and began to raid the refrigerator.

"So what happened to dinner tonight? Wasn't it Cordelia's turn to
cook?"

Willow picked up her mug. The kitchen was way too crowded.

"I better see if Tara's awake. Bye."

Crystal, by this time had found some leftover macaroni and was wolfing
it down cold.

"I can't believe how hungry I am. Or how...."

She stopped suddenly, but found Leo smiling at her.

"It's perfectly alright, Crystal. You're not the only one, either. Oh
don't look at me like that! I'm old, but I'm not dead."

"I guess I always thought somewhere along the line you
stop...wanting...that."

"Some people, maybe, but I am not among them. And I'm sure that's a
great deal more than you wanted to know."

Crystal shrugged.

"Maybe. But I guess I don't mind that much, either. At least I know I'm
not the only person in the house who's frustrated tonight."

"An odd camaraderie, but I'll take it," Leo chuckled.

******

Buffy woke to find Giles smiling at her.

"Hey."

"Do you have any idea how lovely you are when you're asleep?"

"How long have you been saving that line up?"

Giles chuckled.

"A few minutes. Or, perhaps, a few years."

He stroked her hair back from her brow and kissed her gently. She
smiled and kissed him back with more passion.

"I feel the same way sometimes. Like I waited for you for a long time
before I knew I was waiting.

He pulled her into his arms.

"We're not waiting now."

"No, we're not."

She trailed a finger down his chest to his belly and along the thin
trail of hair below his belly button.

"We're definitely not waiting."


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