Title: Full Of Love 10/10
Author: Gileswench
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.
Giles swept Buffy up into his arms and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down, he noticed her puzzled expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's nothing," she said. "It's just...do you think it'll be back?"
"It's the First Evil. I rather doubt you destroyed it entirely. On the other hand, I get the impression that it's done with us for the time being."
"That's what I thought. I can't believe it gave up because we told it to go away so we can...y'know...be together."
He smiled at the blush that suffused her face.
"It spent a great deal of time and effort on keeping us apart," he said. "I'm still not sure why it did, but...well..." He trailed off, unsure how she would take the rest of his thought.
"If the badness wants us miles and miles away from each other, that's a pretty good reason to stick together," she finished with a grin. "It's kinda proof positive that us is a good thing. Isn't it?"
"The best thing." He kissed her softly.
"No," she said with a shake of her head. "This is the best thing."
She pulled him close and kissed him more deeply that she had before. His response was immediate and eager. Their tongues mingled and danced as their hands began to wander across one anothers' bodies.
"Buffy?" he asked breathlessly.
"Uh huh?"
"Do you...do you want...?"
"To do this now?" she asked.
"I-I know it's late, and I'd understand if...you didn't..."
She pressed a finger against his lips.
"If you stop now, I won't be responsible for the consequences," she said.
He smiled, then took the fingertip into his mouth and sucked on it briefly. His tongue fluttered against the sensitive pad, making Buffy shiver with desire.
"Then I suppose I'd best carry on," he chuckled.
No," she said. "*We'd* best carry on."
She rolled them until she was on top and kissed her way down his throat. His hands trailed up her legs starting at her calves, inching her nightgown up until his hands rested on her bared buttocks. He caressed the firm globes as she moved down to run her tongue over his erect nipple. She groaned when she felt his cock growing harder against her groin. His finger dipped between her cheeks, down the cleft to her womanhood. Buffy gasped and renewed her oral ministrations on Giles' chest.
"So wet," he murmured. "I can't wait to be inside you.
His finger brushed lightly against her clitoris. She jumped and moaned, then pressed eagerly back against him.
"I want you, Giles," she breathed. "I want to make you feel good."
She moved further down his body. They both made disappointed sounds when his finger could no longer keep contact with her moist core, but she kept going until she was face to face with his boxers. She ran one hand over the large bulge in them, and smiled when he groaned and thrust his hips.
"Like that, huh?" she grinned.
"Undress me," he whispered. "Please, I want to be naked with you."
His request sent a bolt of pure desire shooting through her core. She leaned down and gently nuzzled him through his boxers for a moment, her lips finding the shape of him, the thickness of his cock, the heavy warmth of his balls. Her fingers slid under the elastic of his underwear, and she drew it down his legs, carefully releasing his erection. It sprang out, long, thick, and uncircumsized from a tangle of coarse brown hairs. A drop of precum sat poised on the slit.
Buffy tossed the boxers aside and took a moment to slip her nightgown off. Giles looked up at her, heavy-lidded.
"So beautiful," he said. "You're so very beautiful."
"Look who's talking," she joked breathlessly even as she blushed again. "You're pretty impressive with no clothes on."
He laughed happily. Buffy had to giggle at the way his cock bobbed up and down. Suddenly, she felt a surge of regret go through her. She lay down with her head on his hip.
"Buffy?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
He could feel her head shake against him.
"You should have laughed more," she said. "You should have been happy, but I've hardly ever seen you really be that way. I wish I'd made you happy more often than I did."
His hand stroked her hair. He spoke gently to her.
"You've always made me happy. Over the years...I've been so proud of you. I know I didn't say it. Emotion isn't my forte, as it were. My feelings have changed with time, but pride, affection, and...amusement have always been there. I ought to have shown you how I felt more often. Said more. But you have always brought me joy."
"Really?"
"Really."
She moved up to kiss him.
"There were a lot of times I could have made it easier to say what you were feeling, too," she said. "And from now on, I want regular declarations of love out of you." She jabbed him playfully in the ribs to emphasize her point. He jumped away and giggled.
"I adore you, Buffy," he said through his laughter.
"Right back at you, Sweetie," she giggled back. "Now where was I? Oh yeah! I remember."
She kissed her way back down his belly until she reached his manhood. It had softened a bit during their talk, but was still half hard. She wrapped a hand around him and stroked firmly, but gently. He groaned and brought his hand down to show her the pressure and speed he liked best. Together, they pumped him until he was back to his full size. Then, she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over him.
His hand moved to her hair, not guiding her movements, but following them, encouraging them. He spread his legs wider and reached his other hand between them to fondle his balls. Buffy took him deeper, sucking him hungrily. His moans increased in volume.
"Don't think...I can last much longer," he gasped after a few minutes of intense stimulation. "Want to...be inside you."
She gave a final suck and released him from her mouth. Moving up beside him, she nuzzled his throat and wrapped an arm around his middle.
"Did you know you taste good?" she asked.
"Do I?" he whispered back as he kissed her cheek. "That's good to know."
He took her lips in a carnal kiss, their tongues slipping against one another. Rolling atop her, he grinned dangerously.
"Now, I wonder how you taste," he said.
He kissed and nibbled his way down her torso, stopping along the way to nurse at her nipples. Her thighs opened to cradle him as he moved still further down her body. He could feel her trembling in anticipation by the time he reached his goal. Pausing briefly, he took in the sight and scent of her sex. His cock twitched with desire. His tongue darted out and flicked across Buffy's nether lips.
"Oh God," she breathed.
He smiled and pressed wet kisses all around her pubic nest, then lowered his head and began to lick her in earnest. His hands slid under her buttocks as he thrust his tongue into her channel, drinking in the nectar that flowed so copiously from her. Her hips rocked involuntarily. Her hands clutched the bedding desperately. Giles' tongue moved to encircle the tiny nub of her clitoris. Over and over again, it swirled over the engorged button until she was certain her body would explode from so much pleasure. Moments later, her thighs tensed and a keening wail rose in her throat. The explosion came. Even as she reached her orgasm, he kept up his ministrations, altering them to prolong her excitement, and then to help her calm down. His kisses gentled, and his caresses became soothing rather than exciting. She trembled as aftershocks of intense delight coursed through her.
At last, he gave a final kiss to her nether lips and slid up beside her. She nestled against his side, still occasionally shuddering.
"Liked that, did you?" he asked smugly.
She mock glared at him.
"If I wasn't so blissed out, I'd wipe that wise-ass look off your face," she giggled. "And yes, I liked. I liked a lot. Now, what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you ready to last more than a minute? 'Cause I really, really want you now."
He looked about himself.
"Where's my jacket?" he asked.
Buffy blinked.
"Okay...as non-sequiturs go, that was world class."
Giles rolled his eyes.
"I have some condoms in the pocket," he explained.
"You mean, we were both packing?" she giggled.
"You...you had...?"
"Will gave them to me right before you came downstairs. As soon as I saw you, I knew it was a good idea."
"Well, Willow always was an intelligent girl."
Buffy jumped off the bed and grabbed her jacket because it was closer. She grabbed out a foil packet and returned to the bed. Giles was already lying on his back, so she straddled his thighs and opened the slip. She rolled it over his hard length, then positioned herself above him.
"Ready or not, here I come," she teased.
"You're not the only one," he returned in a strained tone of voice.
He used his fingers to part her nether lips while she held his penis steady and lowered herself onto him. Slowly, she worked her way down him until he was fully imbedded inside her. They both groaned happily at the feeling of completion. She slid up and down him at a painfully slow pace for a while, but soon the urgency grew too strong for langour. Buffy began to ride him faster and faster. His hands reached for her breasts, teasing the nipples as his hips rose and fell to match her thrusts.
"It's so good, so good," she whimpered.
Her passion inflamed him all the more. His hands moved to her hips and he began to thrust even harder. She took him with a strength and joy that delighted him. With Herculean effort, he pulled her off himself. She looked confused and hurt at first, but soon realized he was merely changing positions. He lay her down on her back and settled himself between her thighs. A moment later, he was pistoning into her again, her legs clamping around his waist. She held his head to her breast so he could suckle it as they made love.
"Yeah, yeah, that's good," she murmured. "So close, so close. Keep going, Giles, I'm almost there."
His hand moved between them to tease her clitoris. That was all it took. Buffy cried out her release. Giles moved harder and faster. Moments later, his own orgasm overtook him. He gritted his teeth and did his best not to shout as the first stream of seed shot out of him. Wave after wave swept over him, each one slightly smaller than the last.
When the last one had passed, he collapsed, exhausted and sweaty on his lover. Their hearts continued to pound as they recovered from the exercise. She stroked his hair while he dropped soft, nuzzling kisses on her shoulder and throat. At last, he raised his head and looked in her eyes. They were still passion-dark and limpid with sated desire.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
"You're not so bad, yourself," she grinned back.
They kissed softly, then he withdrew to take care of the condom. When he returned to the bed, she had gotten under the covers, still naked. He decided that wasn't a bad idea, and left his boxers on the floor and climbed in beside her.
A few more kisses, a few more sleepy endearments, and they both fell asleep.
*****
Some hours later, after they had returned to the house and been told of what had happened while they were gone, Giles walked out to the back porch. Buffy was already there, staring moodily into the distance. He sat beside her.
"Are you all right?" he asked quietly.
She shook her head.
"Rona was in love with her Watcher," she said after a moment. "Dawn told me. I guess they'd all had this big bonding session while we were out. I didn't know that about her. I didn't know anything about her. Nothing but her name and she was a Potential. That's more than I know about some of them, though. When Willow was telling me who had been hurt...there were names I didn't even recognize. Girls who had been living in my house, who I'd been training to fight and kill and die, and I didn't even know their names."
"You were being manipulated by the First. We all were. It made us do things that made no sense, and fail to do things we ought to have done."
"I can't belive Spike's dead."
"How do you feel about it?" Giles asked cautiously.
"I don't really know yet. Part of me is sorta glad, but part of me really wants to cry. I don't think I'll ever know what I feel about him all the way. There's just too many parts to it. He tried to rape me. Did I ever tell you that?"
"He what?" Giles demanded.
"Didn't succeed," she shrugged. "He risked his life to save my sister, then he ignored her once I was back and mistreating him. He tried to rape me, but he died fighting to save Potentials in my house. He hit me over and over, but he told me he loved me...and I think in his way, maybe he really did. Kinda hard to decide what to feel with all that jumbling around in my head. I still don't think I knew who he was. And it's not like all the badness was his. Over all, though, I think I'm mainly relieved I won't have to explain to him about us."
They sat in silence for a moment. Giles tried to shift to put an arm around her shoulders, but she moved slightly away.
"I - sorry, I just can't right now," she said. "All the time we were...there were dead bodies in my living room. People fighting and dying while I got a happy. I'm not sure how to deal with that."
He sighed and took another approach.
"Do you know what Mahatma Ghandi was doing when his father died?"
"No."
"He was making love to his wife. When he heard about his fathers' death, he took a lifelong vow of celibacy. I always felt that was...a bit extreme."
"You know way more than I want to about Ghandi's sex life."
"The point is," Giles explained, "he overreacted. The problem wasn't that he was having sex. His father would have died, one way or another. Life goes on. We take time to mourn, and then we go on living, or what's the point? We didn't know what sort of battle was being fought here, and they didn't know about the battle we fought in that hotel room. We won, and they won. I won't lie and say I feel anything but relief that Spike is gone for good. Considering what you told me a moment ago, he ought to be glad he's beyond my reach. I am sorry that Rona died. And I'm sorry others were injured. But I cannot find it in my heart to regret making love to you. For the first time in so long, you were whole and strong again. You were truly Buffy. No matter what happens, I will never regret what we did."
She looked up at him. Tears hung suspended on her lashes, waiting to fall.
"No regrets here, either," she said shakily. "I just need a little while to do that mourning thing, like you said. I'll be ready to live again in a little while. Could you do one thing for me while I'm not ready?"
"What would that be?"
"Could you...could you hold me while I cry?"
He pulled her into his arms and rocked her gently, crooning soothing words as she poured out her grief.
THE END