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by: Karen Jephson
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I borrowed the characters from the people who are currently abusing them. I may not give them back.
Pairing: B/G
Spoilers: S6 beginning and slight reference to Gone.
Summary: Buffy and Giles are beyond each other's reach. Or are they?
Thanks: To Trich for her usual wonderful beta'ing, and faith even through her original skeptism. And to Gail for the red face last night.
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The darkness was interspersed with gossamer-like hangings in sea green and blue. Strains of a melody barely rose above the whisper of the material as it turned in the air. She walked toward her destination, a stranger in a familiar place. She smiled as she felt his presence. "I know this isn't real. A dream?"
"Not exactly." His cultured voice seemed to surround her.
"Magic then?" She continued walking, stopping only when she reached the side of the bed. The clean white bedspread beckoned to her. "A spell to seduce me?"
"In a way." A shadow out of the corner of her eye. She lifted her head, taking in the familiarity of him, his body wrapped in a dark red robe. "But one that still gives you the choice."
She turned and circled the bed toward him. "Then why all this," she indicated with her hand, "if there was a chance I'd say no?" Her full length dress whispered along the ground, the draped skirt trailing slightly behind her.
He shrugged. "For the miracle that you would say yes. And because I miss you so much." He lifted his hand as she stopped before him, fingering the ends of her shortened hair. "This is new."
It was her turn to shrug. "I needed a change. You don't like it?"
He frowned in concentration. "It puts an end to one or two of my fantasies." They smiled at each other. "But it suits you. More mature."
"Thank you." She lifted her hands, pulling at the sash on his robe. Something caught her attention, drawing her gaze back to the bed. Numbers appeared and disappeared on the bedspread, one halting a little longer than the others. The same number repeated on the drapes surrounding them. "What happens afterwards?" She pulled on the sash, opening his robe so she could feast herself on his body.
He moved his hands to her shoulders, stroking the material as she gazed upon him. "That's up to you. If you like, when you wake up, you'll forget everything. Perhaps nothing more than a pleasant memory of a forgotten dream."
She raised her hand, trailing her fingertips from the soft flesh of his stomach, up through the whorls of hair to his shoulder. Her other hand rested on its companion. "And if I want to remember?"
"Then you'll remember. But if you do, it will be because you will want more of this.
You'll need to hunt me down." He slipped his fingers under the material, caressing the flesh of her shoulders. They both moved at the same time, removing the clothing from the other. Stepping back, Buffy allowed her dress to pool at her feet as Giles' robe dropped to the ground. Eager as she was to see more of him, she concentrated instead on his eyes as he gazed upon her. "And
then it'll be time for me to come home."
She walked into his open arms, allowing his heat to surround her as they hugged. Here, in this astral world, she did not have to worry about her strength hurting him so she squeezed him with all her might, enjoying the feel of his arousal against her stomach. She lifted her head as he dropped his, meeting him halfway. Their lips touched, then opened to each other, old friends meeting for the first time. She then felt him dip then his arms around her knees just before he lifted her in his arms. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth as he lay them both upon the bed.
Stroking her hands up and down his back, she opened herself to him, inviting him into her cradle as he settled on top of her. He whispered her name as he moved down, kissing her jaw, then the hollow in her neck, before paying homage to both her shoulders. She stroked his legs with her foot, encouraging his exploration with the movement of her body, and the impatience of her breathing.
He paused at her breasts, lathing them with his tongue before drawing each pebbled nipple into his mouth, alternatively nipping, sucking and licking at them. She mewled as he drew her further into her passion. She opened her eyes at the sensation, her attention drawn once more to the numbers playing above her head. "What's that? A code?" Her voice was breathy as she held onto her last vestige of concentration.
"Of sort." She could hear him, yet knew his mouth was too busy to answer her directly. "It's the code to bring me home." He reached her stomach, sucking gently at the indentation before blowing on the heated flesh. "You'll need to use it to contact me."
She moaned as she felt the scrape of his chin against her pubic hair, the core of her already swelling in anticipation. "Why forty four?"
He finally moved lower, pausing the apex of her sex. "You'll know. Tomorrow. If you want me home." He dipped his head, licking and sucking at her moistness, drawing her essence from her. He spread her wide, opening her further to his onslaught. She bucked at the heat of his mouth, the roughness of his tongue against her tender flesh, the fullness of his fingers as they slipped in her slick channel.
"Don't."
He paused. "You want me to stop?"
"No, I want you to join me." She opened her arms, beckoning him to her. He rose, halting above her, the tip of his arousal pushing gently against her.
"Now Giles!"
Obeying, he pushed himself into her, their sighs mingling as he filled her completely. They stayed still, savouring the sensation of their first joining. Resting his weight on his elbows he began moving, stroking in and out of her in a smooth action. She wrapped her legs as high up his body as she could, wanting to increase the pressure building inside of her. She pushed against him as he entered her, drawing as much of him into herself as she could. Their tempo increased, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other. They looked into each other's eyes as they felt the end near. Giles lifted one hand to stroke down her face. "I will cherish this moment forever."
She smiled, then arched her back as her orgasm came upon her. Her vision darkened, then a kaleidoscope of colour appeared before her eyes. Greens, blues, oranges, the smell of Giles surrounding her, her name called by his voice. Then all blacked out, only a faint imprint flickering before her. The number forty four.
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The alarm clanged in the silence of the morning, jerking Buffy awake. She
stretched, feeling relaxed and fully sated after a night's sleep for the first time in a while. Sighing, she rolled over to turn off the alarm before rising and moving toward the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Willow and Dawn looked up as Buffy entered the kitchen. Willow paused from cooking the pancakes. "Hey Buffy. Just in time. Breakfast is ready."
Buffy smiled, not noticing when both girls paused at the first genuine expression of pleasure on her face since she'd been resurrected. "Don't you guys ever get sick of pancakes?"
Dawn shook her head. "Nuh-uh. Cause with funny shapes they're all different from yesterday."
Willow started dishing up. "Sit down and eat. You're going to need your strength for your day job." They all wrinkled their noses at the thought of Buffy's place of work.
Buffy hesitated, then shook her head. "I have to do something first."
"No." Willow used her firm voice and resolve face. "It can wait until after breakfast. Dawnie's already had hers, so you can eat without worrying about getting pieces of pancake in your hair again."
"That was only once, and I was angry at you both!" The older two girls smiled. "Alright twice, but the second time was an accident."
Buffy picked up her fork, starting to cut up the pancakes Willow placed before her.
"Compromise. I'll start eating these if Dawn dials a number for me."
Dawn lifted the phone. "What number? You didn't get a call from the school again did you? Not that you would or anything
"
A distant expression crossed Buffy's face, a smile as she remembered something pleasant graced her lips. "Zero. Eleven." Both girls froze as Buffy
quoted the international dial code, wondering if she was going to try and speak to her father again. She looked up, waiting for Dawn to start dialing again. "Forty four."
"What's that?" Dawn didn't know the code, but she had a suspicion, a pleasant one.
"A special code. It brings people home."
Willow looked at her friend, shock and joy battling for dominion on her
expressive features. "It's the country code for England."
Buffy's smile widened, the incadecent joy on her face almost lighting up the room.
The End