Title: Doing The Time Warp 4/5
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.

When Giles appeared beside her, she knew he'd worked it out, too.

"I guess it's you and me, huh, Giles?"

"I rather believe that's the only remaining option."

He nodded to where Cordelia and Willow were already beginning to make love on their wicker bed with the 250 thread count Egyptian cotton designer sheets. Willow had taken one distended, rosy nipple between her lips and was suckling hungrily at it.

Looking around the room, Buffy saw that the two Spikes were sixty- nining for all they were worth while Angelus had Angel on his knees before him and was ordering him to 'squeal like a pig, boy' as he pushed his cock into Angel's waiting backside.

"So I guess this means we're the only ones not coming out of the closet on this one," Buffy joked.

"Well, you did ask me to be straight with you earlier. I must admit, I don't think either of us had this in mind at the time."

Buffy shrugged.

"It could be worse. It could be Spike, or Angelus. Or I could have had to do this with Principal Snyder or something. At least I already like you."

"Can you? Now that you know it's more than just a kiss?"

"Not like I'm a virgin, is it?"

"No, but you're so young. I admit, it rather gives me pause."

"Giles, it's this or we stay in this stupid room forever. Don't you want to get back?"

"I wish I could say I did."

She reached up and touched his cheek.

"Hey, if there's one thing I know, it's that whatever happens isn't your fault. It's probably because of some dumb idea of mine. You've tried to get yourself killed a few times, but you always do whatever you can to keep me safe. Besides, from what the one Spike said, it doesn't sound like I've gotten any better at staying dead. Hang tough for a while, and I'll be back and irritating you again before you know it."

They shared a watery smile as Giles pulled her into another embrace.

"We can make different decisions this time, Buffy. And I want you to promise me something."

"Anything."

He took her face in both his hands and held her gaze seriously.

"Stay with me this time. I'm not asking for your love, but please don't ignore me. My life is empty when you're not in it."

"Like anything can break up a team like us," Buffy scoffed. "You're stuck with me."

"I certainly hope so."

"Now maybe we'd better do this thing before we have too much of an audience. I really don't want anyone here to see us...y'know."

"I think they're still far too busy to pay attention to us, but I do see your point."

He began to lower his face to hers. At the last moment, she placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Giles? You don't still work at the High School, do you?"

"No. You might say I graduated with your class."

"Good. 'Cause otherwise, this might have been a little skanky."

"Ready?"

She nodded a bit hesitantly, but firmly. Giles reached back and undid the rhinestone clip that held her hair in place. He smoothed out her tresses and hugged her again before he leaned down to kiss her softly.

At least the kiss started off soft.

His lips were sweet and warm against hers. Buffy found herself giving voice to an involuntary groan at the sensation, Giles smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her a bit tighter. She kissed him back, hungry for more. Her fingers clutched at the jacket he wore over his sweats. She shuddered slightly at the touch of his warm fingers at the bare skin of her shoulders and neck. There was all the hunger from her one experience with Angel, but without the desperation or the awkwardness. This wasn't giving in to temptation. This was a homecoming.

An hour ago, this would have been confusing, even appalling to Buffy, but now it was the most natural thing in the world.

When she felt his tongue flick out to request entry to her mouth, she parted her lips and welcomed him with a will. His soft groan when their tongues slid across one another for the first time electrified Buffy. She felt the heat building in her loins. Still, Giles kept kissing her, his lips soft and hungry against her own.

Then he was moving, guiding her to the bed that had sprung up beside them. It was a classic oak fourposter. The wood was the color of dark honey which contrasted prettily with the crisp, soft, ivory linen sheets. There was a down comforter on top, also ivory in color, with variously shaped green leaves appliquéed to the surface. The bedding had been turned down and a foil condom packet sat atop each pillow, like a mint in a classy hotel. Giles sat on the edge and held Buffy to him for a moment, burying his face in the pink satin covering her belly. She could feel him kiss her gently through the fabric, and found herself ruffling his hair affectionately. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Just stay right there a moment," he told her.

"Okay. What are you up to?"

"Getting rid of a few layers."

He pulled back and shrugged off his jacket, then bent to remove his shoes and socks. Buffy looked curiously at his feet.

"What?" Giles asked.

"Has anyone ever told you you have cute toes?"

He grinned through a blush and rose to take her in his arms again.

"You're utterly mad, you know."

"Well they are," she assured him. "And I want to see the rest of you, too."

"And so you shall."

Giles moved a couple steps back from her and pulled his tee shirt over his head to reveal his chest with its fine mat of tawny curls. Buffy put out a hand to touch them.

"I like it," she said. "Very manly."

He blushed again and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants to push them off his hips. Buffy giggled when she saw the athletic supporter underneath.

"I was training," Giles explained.

"Sorry," Buffy laughed. "I just really wasn't expecting that. And who were you training with if there's no me there?"

"I'd really rather not go into that."

"Grouchy. So are you gonna take that thing off, already? It's not exactly helping the mood."

Giles did his best to glare, but he found he was entirely too happy to manage it. Instead, he just removed the offending item and stood naked before Buffy at last. She looked him up and down.

"Nice," she finally said. "Very Giles."

He smiled and moved to stand behind her. Just as she was about to ask what he was up to, she felt him unzip her dress. As it pooled at her feet, Buffy stepped out of it and turned to Giles. His eyes greedily took in her white satin bustier, matching panties and high heeled shoes.

"You like?" she asked, well aware of what his answer would be.

"Much prettier than my underwear," he managed.

"But we still don't need this in the way."

She unhooked the bustier and stepped out of both her shoes and her panties.

Giles took her in his arms and began to kiss her hungrily again. He pulled Buffy off the floor until her mouth was level with his and ravished her lips. She hooked her legs around his waist and returned his kisses with passion and delicacy. Buffy could feel him harden against her, and redoubled her efforts. Giles trailed his kisses to Buffy's earlobe as she moved to taste his throat.

"I want to make love with you, Buffy," Giles whispered.

"Then let's do it," Buffy replied.

Giles carried her to the bed and lay her down gently. He plucked the condom from her pillow and tore the covering open. Buffy looked at it in slightly embarrassed curiosity.

"Did you want to do the honors?" Giles asked.

She shook her head.

"I - that is...I really don't know how. This is the first time I've seen one, really."

"A penis or a condom?" he joked.

"Um...both, really, I guess."

"Then why don't you take a closer look?"

He took her hand and guided it to his erection. As her slim fingers took his straining flesh, he groaned softly. He encouraged her to explore him, to stroke him and see how the foreskin covered and uncovered the head as she moved her hand. Encouraged by the pleased sounds he made, and the way his cock twitched in her hand, she brought the other to cup his balls. At first, she was almost afraid to touch them. She didn't want to hurt him, but he took her hand and pressed it harder against him. His soft sounds of arousal grew louder under her soft fingers and inquisitive touches.

As Buffy continued to fondle his privates, Giles reached over and ran a fingertip across Buffy's nipple. He smiled when she gasped at the sensation. A moment later, he removed her hands from between his thighs.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He kissed her fingers.

"Something so right I was about to lose control," he told her.

"Really?" She looked pleased with her accomplishment.

"Really."

He leaned over her and kissed her wildly as he laid her gently down. He gazed at her with the halo of her hair fanned over the pillow. He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her forehead, then captured her lips yet again. His hands explored her breasts and hips tenderly as his lips began to journey south.

Buffy moaned as Giles took one rosy nipple between his lips and ran his tongue over the sharp peak, lightly scraping his teeth across it as well. His fingers roamed between her thighs and pressed against the soft nest of curls. Her whimper made him smile, as did the way she ground her hips against his invading digits. He moved lower, kissing her all the way. Her breath came in shallow pants. He urged her legs further apart with his hands. Buffy tensed slightly when she realized what he was about to do, but she deliberately opened herself to him.

At the first touch of his tongue to her nether lips, Buffy couldn't catch her breath. When her lungs allowed it, she gave a cry of pleasure.

Giles groaned against her sex and lapped harder, drinking her juices as if he'd discovered a fountain of nectar. In the background he could hear the shouts and groans of the others assembled, but he tuned them out as best he could. Still, a piece of his brain couldn't help but wonder at the similarity to so many parties he'd attended in his Ripper days. He'd learned back then to treat the sounds of pleasure around him as a sort of erotic white noise. As for Buffy, she seemed too far gone to worry about anyone else.

Her hips were lifting involuntarily with every flick of his tongue. Her fingers clutched at the bedcovers more and more frantically. Suddenly her entire body stiffened. She raised her hips higher than before.

"OhGodohGodohGod," she whimpered.

He fastened his lips to the stiff little clitoris and sucked harder at it, then flicked his tongue across the tiny bud again and again until Buffy gave a hearty shout and seemed to collapse on herself. Giles soothed the entire area with his fingers and lips until the pulses ceased. Then he slid up and took Buffy in his arms again.

"Are you alright?" he asked her as he smoothed back the hair from her sweat-spangled brow.

"Yeah. I think I know what Heaven feels like, now," she teased.

He pulled her into a fierce embrace.

"Hey, Giles, are you okay?"

He nodded against her shoulder.

"It's just a somewhat overwhelming comparison."

"Wanna overwhelm me some more?" she asked.

She picked up the forgotten condom and handed it to Giles. He sat up and rolled it on as Buffy watched. When he was done, she lay back and invited him into her arms. She felt a little nervous when he loomed over her, but only for a moment. The sense of homecoming filled her again as he pushed into her tight depths.

Smiles and kisses were shared as they were joined intimately. The rest of the room had grown much quieter as the other couples finished their coupling and fell asleep one by one.

Buffy and Giles rocked together harder and harder as their need rose. Their whispered encouragements to one another grew more intense as did their moans. Buffy's legs wrapped themselves around Giles' hips to pull him yet closer.

"I love you, Giles," she whispered.

He nearly broke his rhythm at her words.

"You what?"

"Love you. Less talk, more sex."

"I love you, too. So very much."

He bent to kiss her. When he pulled back she was smiling.

"Keep going, Giles. I want it so much."

He happily complied, thrusting harder than ever. When she began to tightened further around him, he felt his groin tighten too. With a harsh cry, he reached his release. Buffy held him still tighter as he came hard.

When it was over, they stayed together for a moment, still kissing, still touching everywhere they could reach. At last, his softening penis forced Giles to pull away and dispose of the condom. He took care of that and returned to Buffy's arms.

"So when do you think we'll have to go back?"

"I don't know, Buffy. Soon, I should imagine."

"I wonder if we'll remember this at all."

"If we don't recall any of it, I think that would defeat the purpose. But I don't know how much we'll remember."

Buffy snuggled closer to Giles.

"I hope we remember it all."

"So do I, love."

After a few more kisses, they found themselves growing too tired to stay awake.

"Love you," was the last thing Buffy said before she fell asleep.

Giles pressed one more kiss to her forehead before he dropped off as well.

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