Title: Alone At Last
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 1/17/04
Spoilers: None, really. Set sometime after the end of the series.
Summary: Buffy and Giles hold a...private celebration.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Category: Pure, unadulterated smut.
Distribution: If you've had my permission in the past, you have it now. 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 comes to you courtesty of Thamiris and Alison's Blow It With Feeling challenge for a blowjob fic based on a particular emotion. Mine, in case you can't guess, is Celebration.
Dedication: To Tham for all the fun she's given me through her LJ, and to my Twisted Sister, Fabrisse, who introduced me to it.

Giles wasn't entirely certain how he got the door unlocked and opened. All he knew was this was the day he'd been dreaming of for more than a year. Buffy pushed him through the doorway impatiently, grabbed the key, and locked the door behind her. As soon as she'd finished that, she flung the keys aside and went for his shirt.

Buttons flew hither and thither when she ripped the cloth apart. He yanked the jacket off her shoulders and threw it into the next room. His own shirt followed by a similar airborne method moments later. Too excited to wait for him, Buffy dragged her top off herself and flung it away.

"Come here, you," she growled.

He didn't give her the chance to grab him. He was too busy grabbing her.

"I can't believe it's really happened," he breathed between desperate kisses.

"Believe it," she returned breathlessly. "And we are going to prove it in every goddamned room in this house!"

Giles picked his lover up and twirled her around. Laughter rang through their home.

"Upstairs or downstairs to start?" he asked.

"Up."

He began to climb, not even turning to look where he was going. At the third step, he lost his footing and ended up sprawled on his back with the risers biting into his vertibrae and Buffy draped over his body.

He began to giggle.

"Here?" she asked archly. "Or are you in too much pain now?"

"Here," he confirmed. "And I don't bloody care if it hurts."

He pulled her still tighter to his chest, kissing her with a passion born of jubilation. Damn the risers! Her hands wove through his hair, her nipples brushed his chest teasingly, her hips ground against his. He squeezed her round buttocks in his large hands and pushed back against her dampness.

Suddenly, she pulled out of his embrace. Her eyes smoldered and her smile was equally sultry and mischevious.

"There's something I've always wanted to do to you," she said. "But I wanted to save it for a special occasion. It doesn't get more special than this."

"What are you up to?"

"Just lie still and enjoy."

In a flash, she was on her knees, removing his shoes and socks. She dropped them unceremoniously over the railing and turned to his belt. As soon as it was unbuckled, she unzipped his pants, grabbed both them and his boxers, and yanked them off his legs.

When she looked up, all he was wearing were his glasses and a very aroused expression.

"If you're about to do what I think you're about to do," he said, "I feel I ought to point out that you've done it before. Not that I mind...."

"Okay, I've done this for you before, but I've got a couple variations I've been saving up for an occasion like this."

She lowered her face to his ankle. Her tongue snaked out and explored it. Her hands stroked up his calves to the ticklish backs of his knees. He jumped slightly, but giggled and moaned at the same time. She kissed her way up his legs slowly, paying special attention to the parts she knew were the most sensitive. Long before she reached his straining cock, it was hard as steel. The rest of him, however, had turned to putty in her hands.

Buffy lowered her face almost to his crotch. His cock twitched in anticipation. Her hands smoothed their way up and down his spread thighs.

Suddenly, the hands were gone.

"Don't tease me," Giles groaned. "Not today."

"Shhh. You'll like this. Trust me."

As he watched, she took a finger into her mouth. She sucked it in and out several times, then swirled her tongue over it. When it was thoroughly moistened, she took it from her mouth.

"Spread 'em," she ordered.

Giles obeyed eagerly.

Then the finger was at his anus, probing, searching. This was a first. It was something he'd been secretly hoping for, but had never expected Buffy to come up with on her own. He conciously relaxed the muscles and was swiftly rewarded. Her finger moved within him like a small, thin cock. His real penis grew harder still at the sensation. He lay on the stairs, writing wantonly, fucking her finger, still laughing joyfully. The Day of Days had gotten even better.

When Buffy finally lowered her face and took him into her mouth, his roar of delight filled the entire house.

As she slurped at him and worked her slick finger in and out, the girl moaned. She loved the feel and the taste of her lover. Her free hand reached up to tweak his nipple, then down to rub sensuously over his heavy sac of balls. Her tongue traced every vein, every ridge, every contour of his prick. She could feel how wet she was growing as she took him deeper. Her hand longed to delve between her own thighs and relieve the delicious ache, but she resisted.

It had been a long year since she and Giles had literally fallen into one anothers' arms and become lovers. A year filled with whispers and lovemaking in the dark. A year of carefully maintaining the quiet. A year of propriety.

At long last, silence and darkness were at an end. Here they were in the light making love and making noise to their heart's content.

Buffy moaned around Giles' cock and introduced a second finger between his buttocks. Despite the lack of lubrication, his cry seemed rather pleased than otherwise. One hand went to her head, stroking her hair, while the other pounded on the wall, expressing a feeling he couldn't put into words.

His hips rose. His cock twitched one last time. All at once, Buffy found herself drinking in a torrent of Giles' seed. She swallowed each gush hungrily. When he was done, she carefully licked him clean, and gave one last, sucking kiss to the head of his cock. Then she slowly removed her fingers from him.

He smiled up at her lazily in the aftermath. The stairs still bit into his back, but that didn't bother him this once.

"I can't believe we didn't even make it up the stairs," he giggled.

"Well, we had a lot to celebrate," she teased him. Her hand rubbed soothing circles across his chest and belly. "After all, it's not every day my little sister moves out."

"You sound as if you think the celebration is over."

"I dunno, that was a pretty intense one. I figured you might not be ready for more for a while."

Almost instantly, Giles had risen to his feet and casually tossed Buffy over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

"Hey!" she laughed. "What's with the caveman deal?"

"Turnabout is fair play," Giles announced as he headed up the rest of the staircase. "Besides, after what you did, I'm not going to leave you wanting. But I think I'd rather find someplace more comfortable than the stairs."

"Where did you have in mind?" she laughed.

"I rather think it's time we christened Dawn's room."

Their laughter turned to outright guffaws until they walked through the door, her pants and underwear flew out onto the landing, and the moans started up again.

They didn't wait until nightfall for more fireworks.

THE END