Title: Unwrapping 1/4
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 12/14/01
Spoilers: Through Wrecked
Summary: Christmas has come and gone...but two of the packages haven't
been opened yet.
Rating: NC17 This is really just an excuse to write heavy duty B/G
smut.
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.
Notes: This is a sequel to Christmas Resolutions, and refers to
characters and situations found only in that story.
Dedication: To Savage and Q, who wanted a bit of holiday smutty cheer,
to Rari for her brutal and always useful commentary, and to all those
who clamoured for a sequel. But this is really it, guys.
"So (kiss) it's been a while now (kiss). Don't you think maybe (kiss)
we could (kiss) at least take off (kiss) a couple layers?"
Giles smiled down at his bedmate and kissed her yet again.
"How many layers did you have in mind, love?"
"How many can I talk you into?"
Giles flopped down onto his back and pulled Buffy to snuggle against
his side.
"I can see that patience is a virtue you don't value highly."
"And the reason why a slayer would value patience would be...?"
"Because it draws out pleasure so very much."
She shivered at the promise his words held.
"Pleasure. Now that's something I'd like to believe in again."
Giles rolled to his side and propped himself on one elbow.
"Don't you?"
"It's sort of been a while. But maybe if you tried, you could teach me
all about it again. After all, isn't that your job? You're my Watcher.
You're supposed to train me."
"For battle. Anyway, didn't you say once that a Watcher watches? Even
the Council thinks a Watcher shouldn't get too involved with his
Slayer."
"The Council can kiss my ass. But I'd rather you kissed me anywhere."
He nipped her playfully under her chin, then worked his kisses up to
her ear.
"How was that?" he whispered.
"Nice. But frustrating."
"Frustrating how?"
"Giles, we've been sleeping in the same bed for four nights now.
Everybody thinks we're doing it, but no clothes come off at all. We
kiss and we cuddle and we talk, but no action. Don't you want to?"
"Of course I do, love. Haven't you felt how much?"
"But every time I go to touch you there or take off even your shirt,
you say not yet. We're both taking cold showers in England in December.
Doesn't that tell you something?"
"I just want it to be right; to be special."
"It will be special, you big goof. It's you and me. And hey, if the
first time's not perfect, there's going to be other times. There *are*
going to be other times, right?"
"Of course there will."
"And I don't want to wait for them. Anyway, you're my Christmas
present. I want to unwrap you."
"As I recall, I gave you a rather festive pair of earrings as your
Christmas present."
"That's just the one I could open in front of everybody else. You're
the big one."
"Well, not gigantic, but I've had no complaints..."
Buffy giggled and dug a finger into his ribs until he yelped.
"Stop talking dirty if you're not going to follow through."
"What's your rush, love?"
"Hello? Plane tickets back to the States. I'm only here until New
Years. And then I have all those long, lonely nights to wait alone
until you come home to me. Don't you want me to have some special
memories to keep me warm on those cold nights?"
"My nights here will be much colder, as well you know."
"Only in the literal sense. And won't they be warmer with some good
memories?"
"Are you on the pill, Buffy?"
"Huh? Um...no. I was sort of alone for a while, and then I was dead for
a few months. Not much need for contraception in Heaven."
"Then not tonight."
"What about condoms? Don't you have any?"
"Oddly enough, when I came here with you and Dawn in tow, I was fully
expecting to sleep alone the entire time."
"So no, huh?"
"No."
"Couldn't you ask Simon or Trevor if they have any?"
"Shall I hire a billboard as well? Perhaps I should take out a tasteful
announcement in the Sunday Times."
"Gossips?"
"Worst I've ever known. They make Anya look positively discreet."
Buffy flopped on her back and glared over at Giles.
"I guess you were never a Boy Scout, huh?"
"Too busy being a Watcher in training. You?"
"I was a Camp Fire Girl...until I sort of let the camp fire get a
little out of control and the leader invited my Mom to take me home and
never bring me back. Plus they never said a single word about birth
control to us eight year olds for some reason."
Giles leaned over and pressed a kiss to Buffy's temple.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I just wish you'd told me what the holdup was before. Then
maybe we could have done something about it."
"I'll borrow the car and go to the chemist tomorrow."
"Can I come with?"
"Can't bear to be apart from me, can you?"
"Nope. Never again."
Giles pulled her close, stroking her back softly as he held her.
"I'll come to you as quickly as I can."
"I just love you so much, Giles. I want to show you."
"I know, love. And you will, soon. Will tomorrow night be soon enough
for you?"
"No, but I guess it'll have to be."
He kissed her warmly, then smiled at her.
"There's no rush, love. We have the rest of our lives."
Buffy's statement turned bleak.
"Just what I needed to be reminded of."
"What do you mean?"
"Giles, I've been dead twice already. What if the third time's the
charm? I finally found something to live for, and in my world that
spells pain, misery, and disaster. That's why I don't want to wait for
the good stuff. I might miss it completely this time."
"You won't," Giles assured her as he stroked her cheek. "Buffy, when
did your last period end?"
"O - kay...either you're way more kinky than I want to know about or I
need my ears checked in the worst way. You haven't asked about that
stuff since you got fired."
"Just answer my question, will you?"
"Fine. Two days before I got here...England here. Satisfied Mr. Kinky?"
"Very."
"Did I miss something?"
"Buffy, that means you won't have ovulated again yet."
"So no egg waiting around in a hyper short skirt for a lonely sperm?"
"It's not a guarantee. There could still be...consequences."
"As in baby consequences, right?"
"Precisely. But I could make it a little safer by...well..."
"Huh? Oh! You mean you could...pull out...before...wow. This is
officially the most embarrassing conversation I've ever had in my
life."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
Buffy smiled at Giles. His cheeks were a deep crimson to match hers.
"Looks like I'm not alone, though. Giles, I know you just want to
protect me and give me what I want, but stop it, okay? I don't think
you can do both right now, and if we do it without any protection,
we'll both be too freaked to actually enjoy it, won't we?"
"So what you're saying is...?"
"Let's be grown up about this. We'll snuggle some more tonight, but
with our clothes on, and tomorrow we'll take care of the practical
side. And tomorrow night...ooh la la!"
"Ooh la la, indeed!" he growled as he moved to kiss Buffy again.