Title: Buffy Claus
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 12/24/03
Spoilers: If you know who Buffy and Giles are, that's about it.
Summary: Gonna find out who's naughty and nice.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Category: PWP, 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 courtesy of Savage's request for a sordid tale of Buffy wearing nothing but a Santa hat.
Notes 2: I have been working on another Christmas fic of a more serious nature, but things have happened and it didn't get done in time. I'll try to get it out in the next week or so, but no guarantees.
Dedication: To Savage, who needed cheering up, and to everyone who appreciates a bit of holiday smut. A joyous and peaceful season to you all, whatever tradition you follow. Oh, and just to put this on the level of the fic itself: Nekkid Giles!

"Buffy?" Giles called, "I'm home."

He looked around himself. everything was exactly the way he'd left it that morning. The Christmas tree was trimmed, but only a few scattered presents were wrapped and placed under it. Christmas music wafted from the stereo - Nat King Cole. He smiled. He liked that album.

But the place was too quiet.

"Buffy?" he called again. "Buffy, are you there?"

It was then that he saw the note on his desk. He pulled off his coat and scarf, picked up the sheet of paper, and read it.

'Have you been naughty or nice, this year?' it read. "Come sit in Santa's lap and find out whether you're getting something sweet or a lump of coal in your stocking. In other words: bedroom. Now. Love and kisses, Buffy Claus.'

Giles hurried up the stairs, two at a time. In the short time he and Buffy had been together, he sometimes felt as if the clock had been turned back and he was twenty-five again. She made him giddy with passion. He felt as if he could slay dragons for her.

Reaching the top step, he took a deep breath and crept down the hall, in hopes of surprising her. When he got to the right door, he flung it open.

His jaw scraped the floor.

There, in his bed, lay Buffy, naked save for a Santa hat.

"Dear lord..." he breathed.

"Ho, ho, ho," Buffy giggled as she ran one foot provocatively up her other leg. "Have you been a good boy, Rupert?"

"That depends entirely on your definition of good," he replied steadily.

"Come here and show me your definition," she purred.

His eyes smoldered as he began to unbutton his shirt, then slipped off his shoes and socks. Buffy squirmed slightly under his intense gaze. One finger moved to her mouth and slipped between her lips. Slowly, never breaking eye contact with him, she sucked the finger deeper, then released it. She did it again. Giles groaned.

She swirled her tongue around her finger, making breathy little sounds of pleasure, then took it back inside. Giles trousers dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, then slid his boxers off his slim hips. They hadn't touched yet, had hardly spoken, but he was already almost fully erect.

He climbed onto the bed from the foot, prowling on all fours like some large feline.

"So, you want me in your lap, do you, Santa?"

"Right now," Buffy replied.

He straddled her tiny form, still on his knees. She knew she could break him with little more than a thought, but it excited her when he loomed over her this way. He looked wild and dangerous, but she knew he would never hurt her in any way. And when he exposed himself like this, she knew that he understood what she was capable of doing to him. There was no question of dominance or submission on either side. There was only a passion of equals.

Buffy scooted down the bed a little and reached up between his legs. She teased him, touching his thighs, running her hands over the firm globes of his solid backside. Giles reached for the headboard and gripped it tightly. She smiled and gave him what he wanted.

His cock slipped past her lips and deep into her mouth with one fluid motion. He groaned as her tongue swirled around the head, then began to explore his hard shaft. One of her hands remained on his ass, while the other moved to fondle his heavy balls.

"That's so good," he moaned. "So good. Keep going, darling. Take me."

Her reply was a soft hum that vibrated his cock until he couldn't hold back a soft cry. She rolled his balls, squeezed his asscheek, pulled him deeper inside her mouth. Then her hand was gone from his posterior. For a moment, he wondered where it had gone. Then he heard a slightly damp sound and Buffy's moans increased. The thought that she was pleasuring both of them at the same time sent a bolt of lightning through his loins.

Suddenly, he touched her hair and indicated it was time to stop. With one last heartfelt slurp, she released him.

"You know, I was going to swallow and everything," she grinned up at him.

"Another time. That's not where I want to be when I fill you." He reached down to caress her cheek gently. "Are you ready for me? Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm so ready. Do it now, please."

They repositioned themselves so that her thighs cradled his hips. Just as he was about to enter her, he leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. She smiled up at him. His head swam at the sight of her below him, still wearing the silly red cap with its white fur trim. She'd never looked so funny, and yet so utterly erotic to him before. He couldn't resist plundering her mouth. As their tongues danced across one another, her small hand moved between them and guided his throbbing penis into her.

They groaned as he sank inch after inch into her depths. Once he'd adjusted the last inch of himself into her, they held still for a moment, savoring the instant of connection. He reveled in her tight warmth, she in his strength and firmness. When she began to move her hips restlessly, he started to thrust.

Buffy ran her fingers over his back, his shoulder, as he filled her. She whimpered in delight even as she kissed his throat over and over.

"Do you like it?" Giles whispered as he surged deeper yet into her snug channel. "Do you like having me inside you?"

"Always," she whispered back. "Feels so good. So nice."

"Yes," he groaned. "It feels nice to be naughty, doesn't it?"

Buffy tried to giggle and moan at the same time. The resulting sound was very strange, yet Giles found it entirely erotic. He plunged into her with greater ferocity. She hung on tight as he rode her wildly, meeting his every thrust with one of her own.

"Harder," she begged.

Soon the bedsprings were squeaking and the headboard slammed against the wall rhythmically. The pair cried out again and again as they urged one another toward release. Buffy's breaths became shallow. Her voice rose in pitch. Giles could tell she was close.

"That's it, Buffy," he encouraged her. "Come for me. I want to make you scream."

He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, the better to stimulate her clitoris. All the time he made love with her, he whispered in her ear about how tight and wet she was, how much he longed for her when they were apart, all the things he wanted to do to her body, how her sweet sounds made him long to fill her with his come. Buffy moved more and more frantically under him.

She screamed.

As her channel clenched and milked him, Giles moved faster still. His own release wasn't far off. Again and again, he drilled his cock deep into Buffy, then pulled out until only the head remained buried in her, and again filled her to the hilt.

"So close," he panted. "Can't last much longer."

"Do it," she whispered fiercely. "Come inside me. I want it. I want you."

She shuddered and cried out as another orgasm rippled through her.

That was enough for Giles. He could feel his own release gathering. His cries turned incoherent as they grew louder. He could feel it rising. He was close. He needed it.

All at once, Buffy howled louder than she ever had before. Her third climax was the most powerful yet. With a harsh shout, Giles joined her in ecstasy. His cock throbbed hard, then gushed his seed into her.

As the wave left him, he rolled to his side, carefully taking her with him. At her sated expression, he couldn't help a small giggle.

"What's so funny?" she laughed, clearly not offended in the least.

"You," he smiled. "You're still wearing that ridiculous cap. I can't believe it stayed on the whole time.

"Bobby pins," she explained.

When she moved to take them out, he stilled her hand and kissed her nose.

"Leave it," he said. "It's adorable." He leaned in for another tender kiss. "So, Santa, have you decided whether I've been naughty or nice?"

"Definitely naughty, but it was so nice," she purred. Her hand rose to caress his cheek. "You're the kind of naughty this Santa likes to give presents to."

"And you're the sort of Santa whose lap I'll sit in any day."

laughter filled the room, even as they kissed deeply again.

THE END