Title: Playing Doctor 1/2
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 10/25/02
Spoilers: Through Grave. I meant to get this out over the summer, but well, I didn't finish it in time, so it's been slightly Jossed. Then again, all my stories get Jossed, so what's new?
Summary: Doctor/patient relations between Watcher and Slayer.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Category: Romance/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.
Dedication: To Gail, Karen, Trich and Rari for their constant support and encouragement. Thanks, guys. You all rock.

"Giles you really don't have to do this," Buffy protested feebly. "I can walk, y'know."

"On a twisted ankle? I rather think not," the Watcher insisted. "Besides, you've wrenched your shoulder and taken a nasty blow to the head. You need medical treatment."

He hauled his Slayer off to the triage area to be tended and headed back to rescue more 'survivors'.

"Stupid earthquake drill," Buffy muttered after his retreating back. "I wouldn't really be hurt like this."

"Yeah, Buff," Xander agreed from where he waited to have his 'broken leg' set and splintered. "'Cause you're never hurt when stuff happens. And earthquakes don't spell bad news to Slayers."

"Don't remind me," Buffy muttered. "I don't know why Giles is so gung ho all of the sudden to do the Red Cross thing, anyway. And how the hell did we get roped into it?"

Xander shook his head.

"I think it's the power of the Watcher glare. I never could resist it."

"I could. Most of the time."

"Yeah, but he's learned to deflect the power of the Buffy pout. Never thought I'd see the day."

"What do you mean? I don't pout. Much. And Giles never gave in when I did."

Anya rolled her eyes despite the fact she was supposed to be unconscious.

"Have we gone to some alternate dimension?" she demanded. "Giles never lasted two seconds once your lower lip started quivering. He usually gave in about the time your eyes went all big and sad."

"Really?" Buffy asked.

"Oh come on, Buffy," Dawn smirked. "Giles has always been totally wrapped around your little finger. And you know why?"

"Why?"

"'Cause he's totally in love with you, dummy!"

"And I should listen to you why, concussion girl?"

"It's only a pretend concussion," Dawn pointed out.

"And yet it has resulted in surprisingly realistic symptoms."

"Hey guys," Willow greeted them as she limped slightly over to her friends.

"What's wrong with you?" Anya asked. "And why can you still walk when the rest of us couldn't?"

"Didn't you know?" the redhead asked, "I'm one of the volunteer emergency first aid people."

"Then why the limping?" Xander asked.

"I stubbed my toe."

"Wait a minute," Buffy said. "You're doing the first aid thing? With Giles? My Watcher offered you the chance not to be mortally wounded?"

"It's part of my rehabilitation," Willow explained. "Since I hurt so many people, he wants me to help people to sort of balance the karmic scales."

"But what about me?" Buffy demanded. "Why do I have to be wounded and incapacitated?"

"Because," came a mild, English voice beside her, "it's not very often that I get to take care of you anymore."

"And whose idea was that?" Buffy asked pointedly.

"Chronos."

"Is that some demon?"

"Father Time," Giles explained as he bent to wrap Buffy's ankle in an Ace bandage. "Tell me if I get this too tight."

"This is so much fun," Willow grinned over Xander's leg as she immobilized the limb. "Just like when we were kids."

"Remember the time you diagnosed me with bubonic plague?" Xander laughed.

"So sue me. It was my medieval period."

"How did you cure him from that?" Anya asked, completely forgetting she wasn't speaking to either Xander or Willow.

"I didn't," Willow answered cheerfully. "He died. In pretend." Her smile faded. "It's not as fun when it's real."

"One day at a time, Will," Buffy told her soothingly. "And I'm sure you were a great doctor as a kid. Maybe almost as good as Dr. Giles, here."

The man in question smiled quickly and ducked his head as he blushed.

"Now, let's see to that shoulder," he said.

"Sure thing, Doc."

"Hey!" Anya complained. "When is someone going to heal me?"

"I thought you were unconscious," Giles reminded her. "One of the real doctors will be by as soon as possible. In the meantime, close your eyes and keep quiet."

"I don't like this," Anya grumbled. "I better be getting paid a lot."

The others all looked at Giles with raised eyebrows. He glared back and pretended to pop Buffy's shoulder back into it's socket.

"Ow!" the Slayer complained. "That was too realistic, Giles."

"Sorry. I'll make it up to you later."

"I'm holding you to that, buddy."

*****

When the drill was over, Anya disappeared immediately. And literally. Xander and Willow went off on a best friend get together and Dawn announced she had plans with Janice and Melinda. Giles looked at Buffy and smiled slightly.

"I had rather intended taking you all out for ice cream in apology for making you do this, but it would seem that we've been abandoned."

"Abandoned? Now that's an interesting word..." Buffy began. She turned large, sad eyes to her Watcher.

Giles sighed.

"I haven't forgotten. I promised to make it up and I plan to do just that. Buffy, would you care for some ice cream?"

Buffy grinned.

"Thought you'd never ask, Watcher mine. And I've got some in the freezer. Chocolate and everything."

"If we eat your ice cream, doesn't that defeat the purpose of taking you out as an apology?"

"Hmmm..." Buffy considered. "Y'know, you're right. Guess that means you'll have to find another way to apologize."

She sauntered off to the car. When she looked over her shoulder, Giles rolled his eyes, but followed her.

*****

"More ice cream?" Buffy asked.

"No thank you," Giles answered, putting down his spoon. "Three scoops is my limit these days."

Buffy gathered up the dishes and put them in the sink. When Giles rose to help her wash them, Buffy rotated her shoulder, hissing slightly.

"Is it as bad as that?" Giles asked.

"It wasn't really dislocated, Giles. You didn't need to push that hard."

"May I?"

Giles gestured vaguely to her shoulder. Buffy nodded and turned her back to him. He moved in closer. As his hands hovered just above her skin, Buffy began to tremble. This felt so intimate, so...potential. He slid the fabric out of her shirt out of the way. She felt his breath as he visually inspected the damage. Then his hand descended on her shoulder. Buffy took a sudden deep breath. There came a soft voice at her ear.

"It looks perfect to me. No swelling, no bruising. Does it still hurt?"

"Y - yes...?"

"Buffy, tell me the truth," Giles commanded without raising his voice one iota, "did it ever hurt at all?"

"Busted," Buffy grumbled.

"Why did you pretend, then?"

"I - I'm sorry, Giles."

Buffy tried to pull away, but Giles kept hold of her shoulders.

"Was it so I would spend some time with you? Perhaps so I would have to examine your shoulder, touch you?"

"I said I was sorry, Giles," Buffy said dully.

Giles turned her to face him. His hands remained on her shoulders. Buffy found she had to place her hands on his chest to steady herself.

"The only thing you need to be sorry about, Buffy, is the fact that you didn't feel you could be honest with me about this. What is it you want?"

Buffy looked down. Giles placed one finger under her chin and raised it until her eyes met his. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had become shallow. Giles smiled slightly and moved his hand to touch her forehead.

"I don't feel any fever," he murmured.

Buffy took one look at the playful twinkle in his eyes and decided perhaps she could play this game, after all.

"I - I might need a full examination," she ventured.

"Indeed," Giles said with a raised eyebrow. "Then shall we move to a more comfortable, not to mention private, examination room?"

He wasn't sure how far she was willing to go, but he'd play along a bit further. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

Once inside, she turned and locked the door.

"So..." she said at last, "where do you want me, doctor?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"No. For once I'm being straight with you, Giles."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why this, Buffy?" Giles clarified as he stepped deliberately into her personal space. "Is this because you want me, or because you think this will make me stay?"

Buffy's cheeks flushed hotly, but she met his eye.

"I guess I sort of deserve that question don't I? But this is on the level, Giles. When you came back, I realized a big part of why I was so screwed up. I was missing Heaven, yeah, but I was missing a big chunk of me, too, and that chunk had been in England. It was you. I want you to come back to me, Giles, but not to pick up after me and make all my problems disappear. Like you said, that's not healthy for either one of us. But that doesn't mean I don't need you. And as for wanting...well...I think I've wanted to be with you a lot longer than I was willing to admit even to me. It was even part of the whole Spike thing."

"What on earth do you mean by that?"

"Part of why I slept with Spike was to shut him up when he said I'd probably been doing it with you. Pretty sick, huh?"

"Sick enough that I think I'd best be extremely thorough with your examination," Giles said with a disgusted shake of his head. "You're obviously much sicker than I thought."

Buffy gaped up at him.

"So...you'd still...with me?"

"Why do you think I left? I thought all you would ever see me as was some sort of substitute for your mother, which was - despite the fact that I was quite fond of Joyce - a bit beyond the pale. I was rather hoping you'd at least look at me and recognize that I'm a man." He looked tenderly at her, then burst into laughter. "Lord, what a pair we are!"

"Witness the maturity that is how we deal with mutual attraction: you run away and I sleep with a guy I hate to prove I don't want to sleep with a guy I'm crazy about. Maybe we need to double check our mental health, too."

"Buffy?"

"Yeah, Giles?"

"Let's not talk this to death. Let's just...let it happen at long last."

He bent his head to hers and touched his lips softly to her cheek. Slowly, carefully, he continued to kiss every inch of her face until he finally reached her parted lips. He hesitated for a brief moment. Then Buffy's lips began to seek his. He allowed them to capture their quarry. Her involuntary moan went straight to his groin like a bolt of lightning. Their tongues touched for the first time in a heady dance of desire.

"Bed. Now. Please," Buffy managed between kisses that set her afire. "Knees. Giving out."

Giles lifted Buffy in his arms and carried her across the room. He laid her gently on the bed and followed her down, kissing her deeply as he went. Again and again they kissed as if they could never taste one another enough.

At last Buffy couldn't bear to be separated from Giles by clothing. She tugged at his sweatshirt until he allowed her to pull it off over his head. His tee shirt quickly followed, as did her blouse and bra. The rest of their clothes seemed to almost melt away as they worked eagerly to make one another naked. They sat back and took a moment to admire what had been revealed. Giles' hands moved to cup Buffy's breasts as her fingers reached out to trail through the curls on his chest.

"So beautiful," Giles murmured.

"Definitely of the masculine," Buffy breathed back. Her hand dipped lower. "Okay, I knew there was chest hair, but the tummy fuzz is a surprise."

"A good surprise or a bad one?"

Buffy shrugged.

"Just a surprise. And not a bad one, really. Actually, it's sort of cute. Maybe it's a good one after all."

Giles laughed.

"A ringing compliment if ever I heard one," he teased her.

Buffy blushed and leaned in for a kiss.

"Sorry. You know me. I get surprised, I babble. Plus there's the babble factor when really, really great stuff happens. This is really, really great and pretty surprising, so just be glad I can find the off switch at all."

Giles rolled to his back and pulled Buffy down with him. She squealed with laughter which turned to moans when Giles moved his kisses down her throat to the upper swell of her breasts. His hands moved in a southerly direction at the same time to caress the firm globes of her buttocks. He was delighted when he realized he could feel her flowing juices when his finger slipped into the furrow between the cheeks.

"I wonder," he nuzzled into her ear, "if you taste as good as I've dreamed you would."

His fingers slid gently forward until one pressed into the cleft of Buffy's sex. Her hips rocked to meet him and her head dropped to his shoulder with a blissful groan. After a couple more strokes, Giles removed his finger and took it in his mouth. Buffy watched as he licked it clean, a little embarrassed, but very aroused by the sight. He smiled at her.

"Better than I'd ever dared imagine," he told her. "Pure ambrosia."

Buffy frowned.

"Isn't ambrosia that icky salad with the coconut and the marshmallows? You know, the gross stuff people bring to potlucks but never eat because they're too busy scarfing down the lasagna and the chocolate cake."

"I was referring to the food of the gods, actually."

"Must be a very different ambrosia...unless..."

Giles pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. Buffy was embarrassed by the fact that she could taste herself a little on his tongue. At last, Giles pulled back.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked. "You're delicious. In fact, I'd like another taste."

He rolled them until she lay beneath him. Giles took a moment to just look at his lover. His lover. Buffy. Her eyes were dark and heavy- lidded with desire he'd kindled in her breast. Her body glowed with the hunger he longed to sate. Her arms reached for him. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips. Her lips were swollen with his kisses, and begged for more. His already turgid penis seemed to grow harder still. It twitched against Buffy's soft belly, seeking her heat.

"Giles," Buffy whimpered, "I don't think I can wait anymore. Please."

With another searing kiss, Giles positioned himself. Just as he was about to thrust into her, he froze.

"Buffy...?"

"It's okay," she smiled up at him. "I'm on the pill."

Giles heaved a small, but heartfelt sigh of relief and Buffy giggled.

"Wow," she laughed. "I made Mr. Look Before You Leap nearly leap before he looked."

The retort he almost made died on Giles' lips. Now was not the time. Later, perhaps, when their immediate needs had been fulfilled. He plunged ahead, filling Buffy with one strong thrust that made her gasp, then groan happily. She reached up and cupped his cheek with one hand. He leaned into the caress and pressed a soft kiss to her palm.

"I love you," Buffy whispered as Giles began to rock into her again.

"Buffy," he breathed, "my love."

The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, sighs, moans and whispered encouragements for some minutes. Buffy looked up at Giles in wonder. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, his brow and body damp with sweat. His face a combined mask of concentration and ecstasy. His cock filled her tight passage more fully than anyone had before. When his eyes opened, Buffy's breath was taken away. The love she read there, and the passion, overwhelmed her. Then she was coming, his love taking her over the edge. A moment later, his panting breaths became more ragged until he shouted and filled her with his seed. Still, he continued to pump into her until he was drained and too exhausted to continue.

They rolled to their sides, still kissing, still caressing, still joined. There was no need for words just then. Anything they had to say could wait until the glow had passed.

By the time that happened, they had both fallen asleep.

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