Title: Taking A Chance On Love 5/5
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.
From the moment he got to Buffy's door, Giles felt something had changed. She seemed somehow lighter, more certain of herself. Even her kiss when she greeted him felt warmer, surer. His eyes raked over her form, approving her strapless lavender evening dress and elegantly coiled tresses.
"You look lovely," he said.
"You're not so bad yourself," she returned with a smile. "Now, what's this fancy place you're taking me to?"
"You'll see," he said as he helped her put her coat on. "All in due time."
"I hate it when you get all cryptic. Stop that."
"Alright, I'll tell you one thing."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to have the prettiest woman in the place on my arm."
With that, he offered said arm and guided Buffy to the car.
*****
The restaurant turned out to be a new place outside of town that had a dance floor and a live band. While they waited for their food to arrive, Giles took Buffy out on the floor.
"I'm not sure I know how to do this one," she whispered in his ear. "This isn't Bronze-type dancing."
"No, it's called the tango," Giles returned with a slight chuckle. "Just follow my lead. And remember, stay close. This dance is as near as you can get to making love with your clothes on."
She allowed him to pull her hips still closer to him. His eyes seemed to bore into hers. The rhythm of the music pulsed in her veins as they began to move. Buffy let go of her control, allowing Giles to guide them around the floor.
His summation was right. Buffy could feel the desire in every move Giles made, and felt an answering call in her own breast. She felt his strength, his passion. There was nothing she wanted so much as to surrender to it. When he dipped her, she ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes smoldering with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
"Tonight," she said softly, but clearly.
"You're sure?" he asked as he restored her to the upright position. "No doubts?"
"Not one."
The hand at the small of her back clutched her a little tighter.
"I can't wait," he said.
"You won't have to, anymore."
A few bars later, the band finished their number and Giles lead Buffy back to their table just in time for their food to arrive. They looked at the food, and then at one another.
"Still hungry?" he asked.
"We ordered it," she said. "We really should at least try it."
"Yes, you're right. We should try it."
Two forkfuls later, they called the waiter over and asked to have their meals wrapped to go. They couldn't wait anymore.
*****
When they pulled up in front of his apartment, Giles decided to give Buffy one more chance.
"You're absolutely certain?" he asked. "You really want to make love tonight?"
"I'm ready, I'm willing, and if we don't go inside right now, I'm going to carpe you here in your car out in public and everything. How do you think the neighbors will handle that?"
"Mrs. Thurman will have a heart attack," Giles giggled. "And that might be reason enough to do it. But I'm afraid I'm old enough and stodgy enough to prefer a bed."
"Hey! I'm not old, and I hope I'm not stodgy, but I think bed is a better idea, anyway. Now why are we still sitting out here?"
"Can't think of one good reason."
"Then let's go." She reached for the door handle.
"Stay there a moment," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Why?"
"Because I asked you to."
"Since when have I ever done anything because you asked me to?" she giggled.
"Ah, but that was when I was asking as a Watcher, or as a librarian. Now I'm asking as your lover."
"That does put a different spin on it, doesn't it? Okay. I'll stay put."
She sat demurely while Giles came around her side of the car, opened the door, and helped her out. When she was standing, he pulled her closer, lifted her off the ground and twirled her around. They laughed, then stopped laughing when he allowed her body to slide down against his.
"I've always wanted to do that," he said. "It's funny. We were brought together by a destiny neither of us wanted or appreciated, but nobody has ever made me feel so...so free."
"I know exactly what you mean," she said with a broad smile. "You make me feel the same way. Now, are we going into your place, or do I have to take you right here on the sidewalk?"
"Come on, then," he said as he took her hand. "Let's go in."
He lead her to the door, still holding hands. He hadn't felt this excited about making love to someone since...he couldn't think when. Perhaps since the first time he'd ever done it. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that on this night he would have the woman he loved in his bed. The only thing that counted was how they felt and acted in this moment - this instant that would never come again. He unlocked the door and turned the knob.
Buffy moved to go inside, when she suddenly found her feet were no longer on the ground. She gave a short squeal of surprise and tensed for battle, then relaxed when she realized she was in Giles' arms, safe and sound.
"What's this?" she giggled.
"Surprised you," he teased.
"Yeah, you did."
She pulled his head down and kissed him gently. She delighted in the taste of his lips against hers, his arms around her. She felt calm in her own heart. No more fears. No more doubts. No more questions. No need for questions at all. Even the care he took getting her through the door without bumping her head or her feet spoke of his devotion to her. She understood. This gesture was his way of saying how committed he was to her - that he was hers to do with as she pleased.
And she wanted so very much to please him.
"Let's go upstairs," she said.
"Alright," he said as he placed her back on the ground and helped her take her coat off. "But you're going under your own power. I'm not putting my back by carrying you upstairs."
"Yeah, 'cause I'm so heavy."
"No, you're not, but I see no reason to wear myself out before we've begun." He placed their wraps on the coatrack, then returned to Buffy's side. "After all, I have a Slayer to satisfy."
"Think you're up to it?" she asked, running her hands over his lapels.
"I believe I might be able to rise to the occasion, given the right encouragement." He grasped her bare shoulders and pulled her into a passionate kiss. "I've dreamed of this for so long."
"It's not a dream anymore."
Buffy took hold of Giles' tie and lead him up the stairs. Her heart beat fast at the thought of what she was about to do. Would she really be good enough to please him? Would she wake up in the morning and discover this had been a mistake? Would she wake up alone?
She resolutely pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on positive things. Giles wanted her. She wanted Giles. It really was that simple. It had to be.
They stopped at the top of the stairs to kiss again. Giles nibbled softly at her lower lip until she opened herself to him. His tongue swept into her mouth, exploring, teasing, tasting her hungrily.
As one, they moved further into the room, still kissing almost desperately. Buffy could feel the desire growing stronger, the warmth pooling between her thighs. Already her nipples were hardening, and small, tense sounds rising in her throat.
Giles moved his kisses down her neck. Warm, wet, suckling kisses along the slender column, until he reached the slightly paler scars from Angel's feeding. He paused to kiss these scars with infinite tenderness, then pulled back and bestowed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Sit down," he said.
"Huh?"
"Sit down, please, Buffy."
With a mental shrug, she went and seated herself on the edge of his bed.
"What's this about?" she asked.
He didn't say a word. Instead, he slipped off his jacket and removed his tie and glasses, placed them aside neatly, then came to her. Carefully, gently, slowly, he removed the clips and pins holding her hair in place. Her curls tumbled around her shoulders in golden waves, which he smoothed with his fingers.
By the time he'd finished, Buffy found she was trembling with desire. But there was more to come.
He knelt before her and unbuckled her evening sandals, then slipped them off her feet. His every move was deliberate. He put the shoes aside with surprising care, then placed a kiss on each of her ankles before he stood.
In any other man, Buffy knew, this would look like submission, surrender. But this was Giles. In him, this behavior didn't look submissive, or weak, or silly. She could see that this was a service he did gladly, and out of pure devotion, with no concern for who was in charge.
Then again, who was in charge had always been a moot point with them. No matter what the rulebook said, they had always worked as an equal partnership. This would be no different.
He was still on his knees, but now he was kissing her shoulders, her throat, the upper swell of her breasts above the neckline of her dress. A part of his mind kept waiting to wake up, frustratingly erect, to discover this was yet another dream. But this was no dream. Her skin was warm, firm, soft. Her scent filled his nostrils, her moans of desire filled his ears, the slightly salty tang of her filled his mouth. He could feel her fingers trailing through his hair and touching him in that spot on the nape of his neck that made him shiver.
"Stand up," he said.
Taking her hand, he rose, bringing her up with him. He could feel how much she needed to steady herself against him. Her trust was implicit, complete.
He'd watched her with the others, seen how she'd held a piece of herself back from them, no matter what. To know that there was nothing in reserve thrilled him. He kissed her with all the passion he could express. It wasn't all he felt, but he knew she would understand.
"You, sit down," she ordered playfully.
"What?" he giggled.
"You gone deaf? Sit."
He sat, curious at what she had in mind. He didn't have long to wait. Giles watched in surprise as she knelt and unlaced his shoes. She slipped them off his feet, placing them next to her own shoes, then removed his socks. When she looked up from his feet, her eyes shone with so much love, so much devotion, he had to slide off the bed to be with her. He kissed her again and again.
Laughter bubbled up inside Buffy's breast. She wasn't laughing at him, but for pure joy. She pulled him closer and rolled them so they laid on their sides.
"I love you so much," she said.
"I love to hear you laugh. But Buffy, dearest, do you really want to be here on the floor when there's a bed not five feet away?"
"Hey, it was your idea, not mine," she giggled. "But you do have a point."
They got to their feet and tumbled onto the bed, still kissing. Giles gloried in the feel of Buffy's arms around him, the taste of her mouth against his. The soft sounds of her arousal excited him as much as her touches.
"Oh God," she moaned as he nibbled on her throat. "I want you." Her fingers moved to undo his shirt buttons. "I can't wait to get you naked."
He unbuttoned his cuffs while she worked, then divested himself of his shirt as quickly as he could. As soon as his torso was bare, he rolled Buffy onto her stomach and unzipped her dress.
"So beautiful," he murmured as he stroked his hand down her back. "And no bra? I like that."
"Thought you might," she laughed.
Without another word, he draped himself along her back and kissed his way from her shoulders to the edge of her panties. His hand snaked inside her dress to caress her breast. The nipple was already erect when he began to tease it with his fingers.
Buffy sighed and groaned in pleasure. The wet kisses Giles bestowed along her spine created a flood further south. She wondered briefly, in her lust-fogged mind, why she had waited this long. All thought of anything Giles might have done with her anyone else had fled, leaving no forwarding address. She wriggled to help Giles get her out of the dress.
Neither of them cared what became of the pretty gown when it fluttered to the floor.
Giles covered Buffy with his body as she lay there on her back, naked save for a pair of frivolous, lacy, white panties. Her hair fanned out in a golden cloud behind her head. He delighted in the sensation of her skin against his, her hardened nipples rubbing against his chest.
For her part, Buffy was thrilled at the feeling of her lover stretched over her body. She loved large men who made her feel petite and feminine. She longed for a man whose inner strength matched her physical prowess, a man who could truly be her equal. She knew at long last that she had found that man. She ground her hips against the hard protrusion she could feel in his trousers.
"Giles," she whispered. Then she felt odd. They were in bed. They were nearly naked. They were going to make love for the first time...and she was still calling him by his last name. She'd never really thought about that before. This, of course, was the worst possible moment to consider it. And that, of course, was why her brain refused to let go of it. She tried an experiment. "Rupert?"
He looked down at her, startled.
"Yes, Buffy?"
"Nothing. Just trying it out."
"Oh...ah. Why?"
"It just...it suddenly felt weird that I don't call you that. But it still feels weird *to* call you that." She frowned. "What do you want me to call you? Should I call you Ripper?"
"You can call me what you like," he laughed. "So long as I know you mean me, I'll answer to it."
"What about a middle name? Everybody's got a middle name, right? What's yours?"
"Which one? I've got two. And I doubt you'd care for either. I certainly don't."
"What are they? Come on, they can't be weirder than Rupert," she teased. "I bet they're like John and Fred and you think they're too normal."
"If you must know," he sighed, "my full name is Rupert Percival Wilfred Giles. My parents considered saddling me with Algernon, as well, after my maternal grandfather, but changed their minds at the last minute."
"What made them change their minds?"
"My grandfather threatened to disinherit them if they stuck me with a name he'd hated all his life. He preferred to be known to his associates as 'Neddie'." He smiled humorously down at her. "So you see, I haven't a name you think is nice."
"I dunno," she giggled, "Fred. I said that would be in there."
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" he groaned in mock agony.
"Depends on what you do to convince me not to."
"What if I simply fuck you until you can't think clearly enough to call me anything at all?"
She shivered at his low, provocative growl. He'd never spoken so crudely to her before. For some reason, she only grew more excited by it.
"Do it, if you think you can," she challenged.
He sat up and began undoing his trousers. In a flash, they were off and tossed carelessly aside, quickly followed by his boxers.
Buffy had seen Giles with his shirt off before, and had caressed him through his clothes on more than one occasion, but this was the first time she'd seen him completely naked. Her eyes couldn't help but narrow in on his groin. She stared at his cock where it jutted out from a tangle of dark curls, hard, uncircumcised, and ready to fill her to the brim.
"Think that might do the trick?" he asked teasingly.
"Y'know, I think it just might."
He pulled her close, kissing her over and over again. His hands wandered over her bare skin. When he looked at her face, her eyes were dark and her cheeks flushed with desire. It took everything he had to tear himself from her swollen lips and move south.
"Oh God," Buffy moaned as his lips fastened around one nipple. "Oh, that's good."
She moaned and writhed on the bed as he licked and sucked at her breasts, one at a time. Just when she thought she would burst with the pleasure, he began to move lower still.
"Are you ready for me?" Giles asked in a low voice. "Are you wet enough?"
"I'm ready. I need you."
He slid still further down. One hand moved to caress her through her silky panties. His fingers grew sticky with her juices. He could feel the trembling in her thighs. When she sighed softly and whimpered in desire, he couldn't help himself any longer. He whipped the frivolous underwear down her legs and tossed it to the floor. Spreading her thighs gently, he lowered his face between them and kissed her dripping nether lips.
Buffy gave an inarticulate yell as her hips rose involuntarily. She could feel Giles chuckle against her mound even as he increased the speed and pressure of his oral ministrations. She spread herself wider to him, wanting to take him completely. Her hands moved to the headboard to hold herself steady. Her entire body shuddered as Giles' tongue brought her to the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt.
Even as she came down from the high, she could feel Giles still kissing and caressing her thighs and belly soothingly. In a flash, she turned the tables so that he was on his back with her looming over him.
"What do you want?" he grinned. His voice was low and sultry. "How can I please you?"
"You can lie there and let me please you," she purred.
"Oh, well, if that's what you want, I won't stand in your way."
He lay back to see what his lady's pleasure might be. He didn't have long to wait.
Buffy ran her hands up and down Giles' thighs, all the while looking straight at her prize. It had subsided slightly since she'd last looked, but was still half hard. Under her intense scrutiny, it twitched slightly and began to grow again. She grasped it gently in one hand and lowered her face to take him in her mouth.
As she sucked at him, one of Giles' hands moved to caress her cheek, her hair. He groaned and gave himself over to her ministrations. It wasn't long before Buffy's talented tongue had his cock restored to its full length.
"Ooh that's wonderful," he sighed. "I love it."
Buffy just hummed softly and gave a heartfelt slurp as she moved one hand to fondle his balls. The sac was soft and heavy and warm. The crisp, soft hairs tickled her fingers and her nose as she took him still deeper. Another groan from Giles inspired her to increase the pressure still more.
"Yes," he groaned, "yes, keep going."
Her response was to work her lips up and down his length, still rolling his balls in one hand while her other hand moved to hold his hips steady when he began to thrust involuntarily. She loved how open Giles was in bed, how wanton.
Eventually, though, his moans grew louder and even more intense. She could feel him growing stiffer than ever in her hand and mouth. If she kept going, she knew what would happen. She'd never allowed anyone to do that before. She'd always thought it would be gross. Somehow, though, she couldn't seem to believe it would be bad with Giles. She redoubled her efforts.
A moment later, Giles gave a strangled, inarticulate shout and erupted in her mouth.
There was no more time to think or consider. Buffy swallowed. It tasted funny. A little bitter, but not bad. In fact, it was sort of sexy, she decided. His soft sounds of satiety made her feel a bit smug. With a final kiss to his hip, she moved up to hold him.
"Hey," she said with a broad smile.
"Hey." His voice was sultry and a bit sleepy. "Thank you." He cupped her cheek in his large hand. "I love you."
"Right back at you, babe." She watched his eyelids flutter. She frowned slightly. "You going to sleep on me?"
"Trying not to."
"It's okay if you do." She rubbed her hand soothingly over his chest and lay her head on his shoulder. She tried not to let her disappointment show in her voice. "If you're too tired, we can do the other stuff when you wake up."
"Mmmm...what other stuff?"
The effect was spoiled when his lips insisted on twitching into a smile.
"Shut up!" she giggled, swatting him lightly on the arm. "God, you're a pain."
Giles dissolved into laughter even as he pulled Buffy closer. She couldn't help joining in. Then, in a flash, he was atop her, kissing her passionately. He nibbled at her lips until she opened to him, then swept his broad tongue into her mouth.
"Delicious," he said when he pulled back.
"Even with...I mean...can't you taste...y'know...you?"
"A bit. Can you taste yourself on me?"
"I...um...sort of, yeah."
"Do you dislike that?"
His tone was curious, as if this was an entirely academic question.
"Well...it's sort of strange," Buffy began. "I mean, I'm not used to that. But...but I guess...it wasn't so bad, really." She met his eye with some trepidation. "Actually, I...it sort of made me feel...sexy. Is that sick?"
"No, no it isn't," he assured her. "It makes me feel sexy, too. You make me feel sexy."
"Good. 'Cause that's a two-way street, y'know." She kissed him deeply. "I love making love with you."
After that, there were no more words for some time. Their mouths were too busy seeking out and teasing the most sensitive spots they could find on one anothers' bodies. Buffy found one spot on Giles' throat that made him completely inarticulate with lust. Then he found a place on Buffy's arm that made her shiver every time he touched it. With this much stimulation, it wasn't surprising that Buffy was soon rolling a condom onto Giles.
"I can't wait for this," he breathed. "Not any longer."
"Then don't."
Buffy lay back and opened herself to her lover. As he took her invitation to join his body with hers, she seemed to forget how to breathe for a moment. He felt so right, so perfect inside her, surrounding her, filling her, being one with her.
This was what sex was supposed to feel like.
Then Giles was moving, thrusting, kissing her with a sweet hunger that drove all thought from her head. She gave herself over to the joy of the experience. Her moans filled the room.
"You feel so wonderful, Buffy," he panted. "So good."
"So do you. I love you."
With an impassioned groan, Giles began to move faster and harder. Buffy met him thrust for thrust with a strength and desire that filled him with delight. He could feel her opening to him both physically and emotionally. He buried his face in her neck, making inarticulate little sounds of lust. As much as he never wanted this moment to end, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back.
"Oh God," she sighed. "Oh...oh...harder. So good. So good."
Her tense voice and frantic movements told Giles she was about to go over the edge. He redoubled his efforts. Thrusting harder and harder, he varied the angle slightly until the pitch of her cries rose and her arms tightened around him almost spasmodically.
"That's it," he moaned through gritted teeth. "Come for me, Buffy."
Seconds later, she shouted and he could feel her inner walls pulse around him. He let go. The wave he rode was intense and glorious. He was one with his love, and she with him. In all his life, he'd never felt such a strong connection with anyone. Now it encompassed virtually every aspect of his life. He cried out with the joy and surprise of it all.
As the tremors receded, Buffy opened her eyes. Giles opened his at the same time. They smiled and kissed, not with lust, but sweetly and with love. He moved off of her, Buffy whimpering slightly at the loss of him inside her. She watched him leave the bed to dispose of the condom.
"That was...just wow," she said when she could speak at all. "It's never been like that before."
"Never?" he asked as he crawled under the covers and tucked them over his lady as well. "And I hope that was meant to be a rave review of my technique."
"Way ravey," she giggled as she kissed him again. "You're amazing. And sexy, and yummy in the extreme."
When he didn't say anything, she stopped snuggling against his chest and looked up. His face was doing something complicated. She couldn't quite figure out if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Giles?" she inquired. "What's up? I just told you you're the best, in case you didn't understand."
"I...I did understand, actually," he said after another moment. "Still a little...surprised, I suppose."
"What? You thought I didn't think you were studly?"
"No, it's not that. You'd certainly made it plain for some time that you...liked what you saw. It's just..."
"Just...what?"
"Buffy, you're probably going to think I'm a wretchedly jealous fool, but I couldn't help worrying...a small piece of my brain kept insisting you'd compare me to Angel and I wouldn't measure up." His cheeks flushed crimson. "After all, I don't have supernatural strength or two hundred years of experience, and I'm not your first love. I'm sorry. I ought to have known you wouldn't compare us."
"You're right. I didn't. Not while we were...y'know." She brushed her hand over his chest and kissed his chin. "'Cause not a lot of room for rational thought while you were doing what you did to me and making my insides melt. But if you're still worried...look, I won't lie. It was nice, my time with Angel. Even though we were cold and wet and scared and everything, it was still special. First time, first love, high drama, and everything...but it didn't last. It couldn't. It was a dream. This is real. I can wake up with you and spend the day with you and make love with you again." She stretched up and kissed him on the lips. "And no, you're not my first love. You're something better. Something way better."
"What's that?"
"My last love. The one I'm gonna be with for the rest of my life. You're warm, and human, and you bring out the best in me. And if I manage to stay alive long enough, we could talk about getting married, or even having a kid someday, if you wanted. Like I said, no comparison."
"And there is no one in the world to match you, my love," Giles chuckled as he ran his hand through her hair. "You're mine, too, you know. My last love."
"I know." She snuggled closer and listened to his heartbeat. It made her feel cozy and secure. "I know."
As his breathing evened out, Buffy wondered to herself if she would ever be brave enough to confess her own worries about how she measured up to one of his past bedmates.
No, she decided at last. She really had just been silly. What had happened in the past was past. The present was more important. And the future - her future with Giles.
Rupert.
"Rupert?"
"Hmmm?"
"I love you so much I think I might even get used to your name, someday."
"Yours is sillier than mine," he giggled. "And I love you, you daft girl."
"Better than anyone in the world?" she ask with an arch smile.
"It was the bloody chocolate," he groused. "Now get some sleep and prepare to be ravished again as soon as you wake up." Even half asleep his grin made her heart leap with desire. "I have no intention of letting you leave this bed until you know damn well to your very bones that there's no one I'd rather be here with."
"Darn."
"Why 'darn'?"
"Already know that. Does that mean I have to go?"
"Yes."
His arms, however, tightened around her. Buffy smiled and snuggled closer to him. She drifted off to sleep still smiling, still entwined in Giles' arms, knowing that she'd wake still in his arms in the morning.
THE END