Title: Watcher/Slayer Bonding 1/2
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 4/20/03
Spoilers: Through Fear Itself
Summary: A Scooby bonding experience brings two members particularly close together
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Category: Sillyfic/Challengefic
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 one is the fault and responsibility of Cindy B.'s challenge on B/G Together which reads as follows (to save space, I've only listed the optional elements I'm using): Fellow B/G'ers, times are dark. It is time to go into full denial mode (at least until the next new episode).<G> Laughter is an excellent block against the darkness. Therefore, I believe that in order to achieve full denial a lot of work must go into making people laugh. So I propose SILLYFIC.

The Challenge...SuperGlue. Use SuperGlue to bond B&G together both physically and eventually emotionally. The fic can be any rating and set in any season.

(***side note*** SuperGlue bonds instantly to skin and it takes hours for the oils in the skin to loosen it enough that you don't painfully loose several layers when removed. So if you accidentally get some on say...a finger maybe...don't attempt to wipe it off on a rock or other solid object as you will wear it for hours.)

Only 2 simple requirements:

* B and G getting stuck together with SuperGlue.
* A HAPPY ending. (little to no angst please)

Optional:

* Jell-O Shooters (Jell-O made with liquor instead of water.)
* Much whining when skin is tugged.
* French kissing
* B/G Sex...straight or kinky.
* B&G having to take care of a bodily need (either eating, drinking or taking a leak).
* Giles drunkenly reveals that he used to streak during soccer or cricket matches.
* Anya asking if it's possible to shoot ping pong balls like the Asian woman in Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

And whatever else you can think of that's silly. :)
DEDICATION: To Cindy B., whose fault this is, and to everyone who was as traumatized by Dirty Girls as I was.

"Pass the lime," Xander said.

Willow handed him a small, plastic cup filled with bright green gelatin.

"Be careful," she told him. "You've already had three."

"Why should he watch how much Jell-O he eats?" Giles asked, genuinely puzzled. "It's not as if he's overweight."

"Not a weight issue," Buffy explained as soon as she'd swallowed her cherry goop. "Booze issues."

"You're having Jell-O shooters in my flat? Thank you all so very much. You do realize you're too young to be drinking, don't you?"

"Except me," Anya said. "Pass the grape."

"All out," Oz said. "Try the orange. It's cool."

"Chill, Giles," Buffy said. "Everybody drinks before they're supposed to. Or did you wait until you were thirty? Is that old enough to drink in England?"

"Actually, the legal drinking age is sixteen where I come from."

The teenagers all gaped at him.

"No way," Xander breathed. "I am so moving tomorrow. Who wants to help me?"

Anya raised her hand.

"Why do you want to help Xander move away?" Willow asked.

"I enjoy traveling. The best part of being a vengeance demon was the opportunities it gave me to see the world. Now everybody be quiet. I want to watch the movie."

"Remind me again," Giles said as they arranged themselves in front of his tiny television, "why are we watching this here?"

"My mom's having yet another Thelma and Louise night," Buffy said. "I didn't want to watch them go over that cliff again. There is absolutely nothing entertaining about watching people do self-destructive things for no reason."

"We'd never hear the movie over the drunken screaming at my house," Xander explained. "That's why I just provided the booze for the buzz."

"I want to be where Xander is," Anya piped up.

"My parents don't have a TV," Oz shrugged.

"You have parents?" Buffy asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah, but I don't like to talk about it. All the top musicians? Raised by wolves."

"So you should go out and spawn little musicians."

Giles rolled his eyes.

"Pass the Jell-O, please," he said. "Willow? Why aren't we doing this at your house?"

"Because if my mom saw what we rented, she'd want to have a 'Talk', 'cause she'd think I was trying to tell her I was gay without telling her, which I'm not. Gay. Or telling her."

Giles downed an orange shooter and started the tape of The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. He sat next to Buffy on the sofa and took another shooter, just to be sociable.

As the movie played, everybody took more shooters, and everybody's tongue began to loosen.

"I wonder if that's physically possible," Anya mused at one point. "I've never known anyone who could shoot ping-ping balls with that part of their anatomy. Of course, if they could, they probably wouldn't have needed my services in the first place."

"It's all a matter of muscle control," Buffy said. "I bet if I tried, I could learn to do it."

Giles choked slightly and took yet another shooter.

Xander shook his head.

"I could never do what these guys do," he said. "Dress up in girls' clothes and shake my booty? No way. I'd rather be naked in public...and I'm in no hurry to do that again...I mean, ever. Never did it, nope."

"I think it might be sort of fun sometime," Willow giggled.

"Some guy streaked one of the Sunnydale High football games once," Oz said.

"Would you ever do it?" Anya asked.

"Let me put it this way...not if I had his equipment. It'd be too embarrassing. He gave a whole new meaning to 'not much there there'."

"Was it Parker Abrams?" Buffy asked brightly.

"Maybe we should cool it with the naked talk," Willow asked. "I think we're wigging Giles."

"On the contrary," the man in question slurred. "I did a bit of streaking in my day, I'll have you know. In fact, I once streaked at Lords during a cricket match."

"No way!" Buffy breathed. "Did you get caught?"

"On national television, but not by the police."

"Was it embarrassing?" Willow gulped.

Giles' grin made everyone's eyes go wide.

"Not at all," he said, enunciating each word with great care. "Unlike the Sunnydale High desperado, I had nothing to be embarrassed about."

Buffy swallowed hard. She'd done her best not to admit it even to herself, but she'd been having surreptitious naughty thoughts about her Watcher ever since the day she'd shown up at his apartment to find a gorgeous woman running around in his shirt and a satisfied smile...and nothing else that she could ascertain. The image of Giles in his robe exci - disturbed her more than she could say. Not to mention what the thought of him suddenly appearing at the frat house Halloween party dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, sporting a large chainsaw had done for her. And now, here he was, drunkenly boasting about his manbits while they watched a movie about drag queens. This was a Giles she had never seen before.

If she wasn't so drunk, she might have convinced herself that it was a bad thing. It took a great deal of sobriety to keep telling herself that lie.

She looked over at him. His hair was slightly mussed, and his shirt was open far enough to allow a tuft of soft brown chest hair to peep out temptingly. He was relaxed. Okay, probably too relaxed just now to do much of anything even if he wanted to, but still together just enough to look like there was still a possibility. She wished everyone else would just go so she could ask him if Olivia was gone for good or not.

Too many thoughts combined with too many Jell-O shots made Buffy decide it was time to visit Giles' bathroom. She stood too quickly, though, and stumbled. She reached out her hands to steady herself. There was a crashing sound.

"Uh oh," she said.

The others were on their feet as quickly as they could manage, staring at the carnage.

"My lamp!" Giles managed to gurgle at long last. "My dragonfly lamp."

The mournful tone of his voice made Buffy feel even worse than she had before.

"I'll fix it, I promise," she swore. "Do you have any glue?"

The rest of the Scoobies looked nervously at one another.

"I think I hear my mom calling," Xander lied.

None of the others even bothered to come up with an excuse as they filed out the door. Giles sighed and turned off the movie.

"I'll find something to fix this with," he said sadly.

"I'm so, so sorry," Buffy squeaked. "I didn't mean to do it."

"I know you didn't."

"Superglue!" she exclaimed. "Do you have any superglue?"

"Yes, I believe so. Let me see..." He rummaged through his desk drawer until he came up with a tube. "Ah, here it is. Right. Let's get to work. This may take some time."

They settled on the floor and gathered up the broken bits of stained glass. Buffy continued to sniffle out apologies as they worked to recreate the lighting fixture. As they found pieces that obviously went together, they glued them in place. Buffy was repairing her second dragonfly when she reached for a piece near her knee. Giles' hand shot out for the same piece at the same time. They froze for a moment, blushing, as their hands brushed together. Both tried to pull back simultaneously.

"Ow!" they both cried.

"What happened?" Giles asked.

"I got some glue on my hand," Buffy replied sheepishly. "I must have glued us together. Oops again."

"Wonderful," he said peevishly. "Do you have any idea how long this stuff will take to loosen on its own?"

"I think I heard somewhere you can use nail polish remover to dissolve superglue. Do you have any?"

He glared at her.

"Buffy, I'm a forty-five year old man, not a teenage girl. I don't varnish my nails. Besides, we'd have the devil of a time opening the bottle at all with our dominant hands firmly glued together."

"Okay, maybe we should just try the wishbone technique."

"The wishbone...? What on Earth are you talking about?"

"You know, like when you find the wishbone in the turkey and you pull on it."

"And tear off hunks of skin?" he asked incredulously. "No thank you. No, we'd do much better to go to the emergency room."

It was Buffy's turn to look incredulous.

"I don't think you can drive a stick shift with your left arm on my right side. Besides," she giggled, "I think we're still a little toasted, and I'm only eighteen. They might bust us."

Giles slumped back and automatically went to run his hand through his hair. As soon as his hand started moving, so did Buffy. She whimpered in pain at the sudden pull and landed with a thud on top of Giles. He looked up at her. She looked down at him. He swallowed hard. She licked her suddenly dry lips. He groaned softly at the sight.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his experimentally.

When she pulled back, he looked up at her curiously.

"What was that for?" he croaked out.

"I - I just wondered...what it would be like. Was it...are you mad at me?"

"No. No, I'm not. Did you...um...that is to say...."

She smiled at his blush.

"Oh yeah," she said. "Very nice. But I guess you have a girlfriend, right? So I probably shouldn't do that again, should I?"

"But I don't," he said quickly. "There's no one."

"What about Olivia? Or was that a mirage running around in your shirt?"

"Olivia's real enough. We just...I've been lonely, and she's an old friend, and she was lonely, too. It wasn't anything serious, though I suppose it might have been, eventually, if it continued. Frankly, I don't know if it will or not. She doesn't get lonely as often as I do."

"I'm lonely," Buffy said quietly.

"You're only eighteen."

"Yeah, but I'm legal, and so are you."

"Legal and lonely isn't enough in this case," he said seriously. "Don't kiss me again unless you're prepared to make a commitment." His right hand brushed through her hair and came to rest on her cheek. "I can't be that casual with you."

"Do you want to be...not casual with me?"

"I - I'd like that very much...if you would."

She looked long and hard into his eyes, reading the devotion, the love...the longing in them. Her stomach fluttered. She closed her eyes and leaned down.

This time the kiss was more certain, more passionate. It started off softly, then grew hungry as Buffy adjusted her lips to cover his more fully. He groaned as he felt her lips part and her tongue beg entry to his mouth. His unglued hand moved to cradle the back of her head as he accepted her desire and began to express his own. Their tongues mingled eagerly. Buffy moved to put her arm around his neck.

Suddenly both yelped in pain and pulled back.

"Stupid glue," she muttered.

"Damn stupid glue," Giles agreed.

They looked at one another, and burst into laughter.

"At least we've got a hell of a story to tell when people ask about our first date," she giggled.

"Perhaps we'd best make something up to tell when anyone asks. It's a bit embarrassing to admit one's romance began with property damage and inadvertent bondage."

"Not to mention Jell-0 shots."

"And films about Australian drag queens."

"And yet, how very us it is," she laughed.

"It certainly is," he agreed with another small flurry of giggles.

They adjusted themselves until they found a relatively comfortable position on the floor, snuggled up together. Buffy gave a contented sigh and used her left hand to do what she'd wanted to all evening long. She ruffled the bit of chest hair she could see over the top of Giles' shirt. He chuckled softly and used his slightly awkward right hand to caress her cheek.

"I suppose you're spending the night," he said.

"Unless you want to come home with me and break things to my mom by sleeping in my room, I think I'd better."

"Your mother," he groaned. "How on Earth are we going to tell her about this? She'll have my guts for garters."

"Only after she takes mine for a similar purpose. We'll have to ease her into this one, I think. Otherwise, she'll go all Lizzie Borden on you...and possibly me. Could we maybe not think about that particular aspect of things tonight?"

"I'll be happy to ignore that for the moment - but we can't put that off very long. For tonight, though, let's just think about us. I think we've earned a night of selfishness."

"Have we earned enough of a break that we can split up, yet? 'Cause I was on my way to the bathroom when all this started, and I don't think I can wait too much longer."

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