Fluking
by: Saint Buffy
Rated NC-17
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Spoilers: Season five, up to Family
Pairing: B/G
Rating: very NC-17
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Disclaimer: I assert no claim to the characters, stories or concept of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Summary: Set after Family. After Tara's birthday party, Buffy and Giles accidentally sleep together. Then deal with it by, well, sleeping together again :)
The Scoobies, spread over two tables at the Bronze, were toasting themselves. It had started with Tara's birthday, of course, but once they got through the birthday related toasts, the drink was still flowing freely and their spirits were still high, so they moved on. Buffy had long since left sobriety behind her, now reliant on other people and solid objects to keep her upright, her slayer senses replaced with a feeling of being happily at sea.
"And so," Giles was saying magnanimously, searching with one hand among the empty cups on the table for the one he was still drinking from, "I ask you all to raise your glasses, to, to family."
"To family," the gang chorused happily, sloshing their glasses together. Buffy tipped back the last of her drink and turned to hug Willow. The was her family, she thought, the people she loved and who loved her unconditionally. Her eyes swept a little too fast around her friends, making everything swim a little in her overloaded mind. She concentrated ahead of her, and saw Giles, leaning forward to answer a question Anya asked. Her father figure, she thought, and felt like laughing. Since when did a father figure make you feel like-
"Family?" Riley asked as his girlfriend turned back to the table. Buffy dropped her empty cup back on the table and squeezed his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Riley, honey, sweetie, 'sa, it's a Scooby gang thing. You wunnun understan'," she said, trying to be reassuring. She missed the hurt look he gave her, distracted by a story Giles had begun to tell Anya and Xander. Her watcher sat at an angle to the table, gesturing wildly with his strong hands. Buffy watched, concentrating on him, Giles's face acting as the one stable thing in her wavering world, and she felt as if she was on the edge of something, although her clouded mind couldn't think was it was. Something good? Xander and Anya were listening, thrilled, as Giles drunkenly opened up some of the mystery of his past.
"... but then this bloke came up to us, this enormous Atlas-"
"Huh?" Xander asked.
"Greek giant," Anya supplied, never looking away from Giles. "Continue with the story," she told him.
"Right." Giles paused to take another swallow of his drink, and caught Buffy listening in. He smiled at her, eyes looking intense in the darkened club, and Buffy felt a strange shiver running through her. She shuffled her chair a little closer, away from Riley, trying to concentrate. "Turned out he was her boyfriend, and wasn't very pleased to find his woman was sitting on my lap," Giles continued. Buffy felt another of the strange shudders pass through her as he spoke, her freewheeling mind wandering to thoughts of herself in Giles's lap, feeling his arms around her, perhaps his lips against her skin... "He went after me with a broken bottle. I still have the scar," he added, rolling up one sleeve to reveal a shiny line on his forearm. Buffy focused on it, feeling the rest of the noisy room spin. Anya nodded sagely.
"Vengeance," said the expert. "Although he wasn't very efficient- if he'd stabbed you a few inches lower, he could've severed an artery. *That* would have taught you something," she finished a little wistfully.
"What did-" Buffy started, but felt Riley sitting next to her, and for some reason that made her want to stop talking.
"What did what?" Giles asked her, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders. Buffy swallowed and tried to look less drunkenly at him.
"What did you do?" she asked. Giles hesitated, looking down at his empty cup, embarrassed.
"Broke his arm," he admitted. Buffy felt another shiver run through her and disguised it by turning back to Riley. He was looking at his watch.
"I'd better get back," he said apologetically. Buffy frowned.
"But s'fun," she said, gesturing around to her friends- her family- around her.
"I've got an early start tomorrow," he replied, and Buffy nodded.
"Okay," she said.
"You coming?" he asked, standing up. Buffy shook her head.
"Party," she replied, and lifted her face up as he bent to kiss her. "See ya."
"Sure you don't want me to walk you home?" he pressed, annoyingly, eyes taking in the empty cups on the table. Buffy shook her head stubbornly.
"No, no, no," she said. "Goodbye."
"Bye, Buffy," Riley said, and left. Buffy watched him for a moment, replaying a thought she had earlier, when she thought that her boyfriend really wasn't a member of her `family'. She decided that in the morning, that might be something she would feel upset about. Something to think about other than the mother of all hangovers she knew she would receive.
"No!" Xander said, looking shocked. Anya was laughing; Giles sat back with a Ripperish look on his face. "No." Xander shook his head firmly. "That's not even possible. It can't be."
"Xander, we should try that sometime," Anya said, her tone of voice making Buffy sure she didn't want to know what they were talking about. "Only you can't have two at once. You can only have me."
"Loud and clear, An," Xander replied, still looking shocked, and got to his feet. "I'm going to the bar. Need it after those mental images." He staggered off, still shaking his head.
< Two at once? > Buffy thought, feeling a sudden stab of something- jealousy? She wasn't sure. Everything felt blurred and smudged together. She pushed herself off her chair as the intro to another song began to play.
"Wanna dance?" she asked Giles, holding out her hand to him. He met her eyes for a long moment, then took her hand.
"Love to," he said, standing and leading her on to the dance floor.
Buffy's legs were misbehaving, and it took a lot of concentration to get them going in the same direction. She couldn't quite work out how she'd managed to get this drunk; she hadn't meant to, it was just that this was a party, and people kept on offering her drinks, and she kept drinking them without thinking about how many she had.
Giles pulled her towards him as the music kicked in, a heavy bass beat thundering through them. Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, using him to steady herself.
Giles felt wonderfully solid, she thought, as he swayed her in time to the music. His left hand rested on her hip, guiding her, while his right arm curved around her body. He brought his mouth close to her ear so he could talk to her.
"You all right? I saw Riley leaving," he explained, lips brushing against her hair. Buffy nodded, smiling up at him.
"I'm having fun," she said, and he smiled approvingly, tightening his grip on her waist and bringing her closer. Buffy was intrigued by the effortless way he danced, holding her easily, navigating them round, his whole body in tune with the music around them.
"He was pissed that I haven't been big share-girl lately," Buffy said, leaning into her watcher's arms. He brought his head closer again to hear her.
"Who?"
"Riley. He was pissed that I haven't been sharing."
Giles rubbed her back in response, and Buffy tucked herself even more firmly against his body.
"Don't worry about that," he said, slurring his words, cupping her head to speak more privately into her ear. "You've been under a lot of... don't worry about if he wants you to share. Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable."
Buffy smiled, and rested her cheek against Giles's lowered head.
"I feel comfortable. Here, I feel *very* comfortable," she said, the alcohol in her mind removing the censors usually set over her speech. To her surprise, Giles pulled her hips tighter against his in response.
"Then I'm doing something wrong," he growled. Buffy felt herself shiver, and wondered if it was just the drink inside her making his voice sound so seductive.
His hand on her hip had slipped down an inch at some point, she realised, and was now lingering in the dangerous zone between touching and groping. His hips moved in time to the music, and she moved with them, unable to stop herself from pressing against him tighter, feeling his closeness, pressed together, sending fire through her mind and body. She shut her eyes, focusing on the hypnotic grind of her watcher's body and the beautiful waves of pleasure he was sparking inside her.
< If anyone sees us, they'll have a heart attack, > she thought, mental images of her friend's faces making her smile. Her watcher's body swayed her, sending more luxurious shivers of pleasure rippling through her.
"I'll need to think about this in the morning," she purred, her fingers uncurling against the back of his neck, feeling like telling him every thought that was in her brain. "But not right now." He brought his lips deliberately close to her ear to whisper back, sending more violent waves through her body.
"Certainly not," he murmured, his lips a minute movement away from a caress. "Don't think. Just feel."
Buffy was beaming as she left the Bronze, feeling like the whole world was at a really funny party.
"Bye, Buffy," Willow called, one arm wrapped around Tara's neck, as she and her girlfriend staggered off towards their home. "I'll see you... I'll see you!"
"Bye, Will!" Buffy said, waving at her friend. "Happy birthday, Tara." This was the best party ever, she thought, and if the ground would stop being alive like that, bucking like an evil demon, then it would be perfect.
Giles and Xander finally came out of the Bronze, staggering a little, heads together, talking seriously about something. Buffy swung around, trying to remember in which direction her house was. The night air was sobering her up a little, and she wanted to be inside before the best of the effects wore off.
Giles gave a surprisingly loud laugh over something Xander said, and hugged the younger man around the shoulders. Buffy turned towards them.
"I'll bet you do," Giles was saying as Anya approached.
"Let's go, Xander," Anya said, dragging her boyfriend's arm, the urgent look in her eyes unmistakable. "Right now."
Buffy waved them off as well, then stood in the street, looking at Giles. He looked back, a mirror image expression of drunken happiness. His dark suit was wrinkled, tie hanging loosely around his neck, the top of his shirt was undone, and his hair looked- his hair looked as if he had been drinking all evening.
"They're going to have sex now," Buffy said to break the silence, nodding after Xander and Anya. Giles nodded back, dark eyes focused on her.
"I should bloody well think so," he said, sounding the way Buffy felt.
"I don't wanna go home," Buffy said sulkily, and he took a heavy step towards her.
"I'll take you," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Buffy snuggled into the shelter of his body immediately.
"Okay," she said, and they began to take lurching steps along the alley. He was warm; he held her against him much harder than Buffy was expecting, pulling her so close she had even more trouble walking.
Buffy snorted and began to giggle helplessly.
"What?" he asked, swinging them into the street at the end of the alley.
"I didn't want Riley to walk me home," Buffy explained. "Before, when he wanted to... walk me home."
Giles nodded proudly.
"Riley's a pillock," he said, and Buffy thought she would probably want to think about that too when she was sober.
"I want you to take me home, though," Buffy continued, rubbing one hand over her watcher's chest. A more rational part of Buffy thought she probably shouldn't have said that, it probably wasn't a good thing to say, but this was her Giles, and she could say anything to her Giles. He dropped a kiss on her head in reply.
"Good. Good," he murmured, then stopped dead in the road.
"What?" Buffy said, giggling again. She felt embarrassed and hid her face in his chest, breathing in the scent of Giles-ness.
"Let's go to my house instead," Giles said, and turned them around. Buffy let herself be turned and giggled again as they set off up the road, almost tripping over each other, walking like they were in a three legged race, hip to hip, leg to leg.
"Okay," she said, feeling the ground sway beneath her like a fairground ride.
"I have a bottle there, you know," Giles explained as if it was the most rational reason in the world. Buffy nodded repeatedly against his chest. Giles groaned and reached to stroke her hair as they marched down the road, pace quickening.
"Feels good when you do that," he said, and Buffy felt a sudden heat crash through her body crazily. She leant her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes as his burning fingers ran through her hair, then opened her eyes with a shout as she tripped over her own feet.
Giles grabbed her arms to steady her, and she grabbed him back.
"I tripped," Buffy said pointlessly, and they both dissolved into hysterical laughter. Buffy snorted and gasped, clinging on to Giles's arms as she laughed, feeling him shake beside her. They both doubled up, staggering on their feet, tears running down their faces as they giggled drunkenly.
Buffy was still grinning as Giles pulled her into his arms, walking them both backwards against the side of a hardware shop, and cupped her face to kiss her deeply.
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The alcohol in her bloodstream was making everything feel dizzy, but as his mouth collided with hers, Buffy lost all sense of what was going on in the outside world. She wrapped her arms around him, rising on to her toes to get nearer, pulling his head down. Giles thrust his cloth-covered hips against her in response, and deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. One hand moved to her hip to drag her closer, and the action sent another shudder of lost control through her as Buffy remembered their dance. His body felt hot against hers, incredibly good, his tongue taking her, hard and carnally, mouth tasting of beer.
Eventually they parted, breathing heavily, hands raking through each other's hair, over their faces.
"We shouldn't have done that," Buffy said, shakily, her whole body feeling weak. He nodded, although his eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back again. "I have a boyfriend."
And they both snorted with laughter again, so hard Buffy thought she would wet herself. It bubbled out of her, uncontrollable, and he buried his head in her neck as he laughed as well.
"No, really," Buffy said, wiping her eyes, trying to keep a straight face. "I mean it."
They stared seriously at each other for a second, nodding soberly, before they collapsed again, holding each other up. Buffy's sides were aching, and she couldn't breathe, her laugh coming in strange gulping noises which only made Giles laugh harder.
"I'm sure he'll understand that it was an accident," Giles murmured eventually, his hands stroking her face and hair restlessly. Buffy nodded fervently, reaching up to touch his face, his mouth, his hair.
"As long as it doesn't happen again," she replied earnestly, hardly noticing what she was saying as her eyes moved hungrily over her watcher's face.
"Yes," he said, and leant down to kiss her again, harder, biting her tongue and lips and pushing his tongue into every corner of her mouth, invading her completely.
Buffy felt the hysteria drain suddenly out of her, and pulled his mouth harder down against hers, moans of excitement escaping before she could stop herself.
"I want you," she slurred as they broke apart, unable to focus her eyes, fingers against his scalp as he kissed her face and neck. He took her literally and pushed one hand under her top, and reaching up to take one breast in his hand. Buffy gasped and shut her eyes, feeling his experienced fingers playing her skin, then opened her eyes to cast them hurriedly around the dark street. Sunnydale was deserted, the cold night, late hour and unspeakable danger keeping its inhabitants well within doors.
Giles pulled her up on to his hips impatiently, both of them breathing heavily, desperately, kissing lips and jaws. He moved to run one hand up and down her, endlessly, feeling her hair, her breast, her stomach and backside, lost in discovery. Buffy felt like she was going crazy, body shuddering against his, feeling surges of desire pass through her faster than she could absorb.
He stopped, and pulled back slightly, letting her feet touch the ground. Buffy opened her eyes, about to complain, but saw that he was unbuckling his belt. Their eyes met seriously as he opened his pants, unquestioning, simply confirming their need.
Then they were kissing again, deeply, Giles driving her wild with his tongue. He slid Buffy's skirt up as they kissed, and fought to push her panties out of the way. His fingers met her core, finding her wet, and Buffy bucked against him, running her nails over his chest, ripping his shirt partly open, then reaching down to lift the shirt out of his open pants. Giles withdrew his hand and pinned her against the wall again, her legs rising up around him wildly, his hands cupping her face, tilting her so he could reach even deeper into her mouth.
The whole world swayed and dipped in Buffy's mind, wave after wave of desire shaking her body, and every inch of her skin felt flushed and more sensitive than it had ever been, craving his touch. He felt good, just so good, hot and strong and right, that even the strange circumstances of their union were affected, and the rough wall behind her transformed to feel incredible against her. Even as drunk as they were, Giles was still holding it together enough to drive her insane.
At last, his hands moved to her hips, and Buffy thrust against him in response, wrapping her legs tighter around him. Giles moved his mouth away and looked at her, his green eyes intense, dark, if a little unfocussed.
"Are you sure?" he slurred, holding her tightly. Buffy nodded and pulled him close to kiss his mouth. Giles responded, taking over the kiss, then worked his way across the top of her chest, kissing all the exposed flesh he could find, then switched to press his lips against her ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he said harshly, biting her earlobe and even her neck.
"Yes," Buffy said, choked with desire, hands running up his back. She tilted her hips for him, unashamed, hands grabbing at his firm butt, and Giles entered her suddenly, pushing her against the rough wall. "Giles!" she screamed as he began to thrust into her, taking her as hard as he promised, his cock wider and heavier than anything Buffy had felt before. He stretched her, pushing his whole body against her, making her lift up and down on his hips, one hand under her skirt, keeping her panties to one side and pushing her nether lips wider open with his fingers. Buffy shut her eyes, feeling delirious, her mouth hanging open, squeezing herself tightly around his hard shaft, wanting to feel all of him. He pushed her hips against the wall so he could pull further out of her with every thrust, hammering his hard length back inside her, inches sliding back and forth, his body shaking with passion. He lifted his hips with every blow to scrape himself against her clitoris, and Buffy felt herself beginning to come.
"Fuck, Giles!" she bellowed at the top of her voice, pulling his head down on her shoulder roughly. He groaned back, taking her even harder, and Buffy realised triumphantly that they were both coming at once, his sperm shooting inside her as she seized him greedily. It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt, this man's pleasure reflecting her own, the absolute union of the feelings that overtook them both as his cock struck deep inside her.
They moved together long after Buffy's vision cleared, shifting jerkily, as if unable to believe that what had happened could ever end.
Buffy shook as she came down, her hands uncontrollably beating against his skin. He captured one hand in his, his hand slick with her juices, and kissed her fingers, eyes shut, taking the tip of each digit in his mouth and sucking it, tongue tasting her skin. Buffy watched his face, fighting to control her breath, still moving her hips restlessly against his shaft.
"Let's go home," he said abruptly, and she didn't need to be told that he meant his home. She nodded wordlessly and he pulled out of her, making her cry out as his cock slid past her clit again. He hushed her with a deep kiss as he zipped himself up again, letting her skirt fall over her ravished body. Buffy wound her arms around his neck, wanting him inside her, then pulled away as he dragged her body against his, one arm around her waist. "Come on."
The dark roads were thankfully deserted as they staggered along. They had to stop four times on the way back to kiss, when it got too hard to walk with their mouths joined. Each time lasted for less, as they pulled away to hurry towards the watcher's house.
His block was quiet as they arrived, holding hands, the world still rocking around her as Buffy moved. Giles had trouble unlocking his door, and Buffy ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his shoulders, his butt with hands still trembling with desire.
"You're using the wrong keys," she observed in a low voice.
"Hmm?" Giles said, bringing his keys absurdly close to examine them. "Oh yes. Magic shop." A second later, the door was open, and Giles turned to scoop Buffy up and carry her inside.
Their found each other's mouths immediately as they struggled inside, kicking the door shut behind them, eyes shut, hands running over each other frantically. Giles dropped to his knees to pull her skirt off and help her out of her shoes, and Buffy unhooked her earrings as he did, then struggled to get out of her top. He stood and they worked his jacket, tie and shirt off between them, the buttons presenting a challenge in their drink and desire heightened state. He stepped out of his pants and shoes a second later, and Buffy launched herself at him, feeling their naked bodies coming together for the first time.
They staggered towards the stairs, kissing hard, before Buffy's legs gave out on her. He followed her down, landing on top of her in a heap of hot flesh and grabbing hands. Shoving furniture out of the way, Giles rolled to create a space for them on the floor, mouth still moving over hers, claiming her as his. Buffy grabbed at every part of his body she could reach, feeling his hot skin and hard muscles in her hands, his long limbs stretched out above and around hers. Even despite their encounter around the side of the hardware shop, her core was more aroused than she had ever felt, hot and throbbing between her legs. She cried out loud when he slid his hard length over her opening, squeezing her backside with one hand, the other still cupped around her face as he kissed her, and she reached down to guide him back inside.
Instead of repeating the frantic pace of their first time, Giles was motionless inside her, seemingly occupied with their kiss. His lips and teeth captured hers, tongue surging inside her mouth, hands touching her instinctively. Buffy thrust against him, and he broke away from her mouth, lowering his head and thrusting back. His cock filled her, making her overflow, nether lips caught tightly against his shaft, pulled back and forward by the force of his thrusts. He changed technique, burying himself hilt-deep inside her and bucking his hips, making them both thud against the rug. They began to move uncontrollably backwards until Buffy braced herself with one hand on the bottom step. Giles groaned, the position sending him even deeper, and Buffy wrapped her legs around him, gasping, spinning into another noisy climax. He kept stroking her as she came, obviously on the brink of an orgasm himself, and Buffy squeezed him encouragingly as she came down.
She smiled as he lost control of himself, raining kisses on her face and neck as he blew more seed inside her, coming in several hard thrusts, piercing her body with his. They were both shaking as he came down, wrapped around each other, panting heavily. Regaining her breath first, Buffy began to kiss him, his open mouth, cheeks, burning neck and shoulders, running her hands over his chest hair. She had never felt anything like this, even under the influence of the spirits that had taken over her and Riley at that party, there had been nothing like the unspoken, insatiable desire she felt for the man beside her now. Riley's young hands had never touched her like this, with such roaming passion, such intense, concentrated hunger for her body.
"Upstairs," he suggested after a while, and sat up when she nodded. Buffy went up the stairs first, leaning heavily on the banister, and paused to take in the sight of his huge bed, waiting for them at the top of the stairs. He wrapped both arms around her from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders, rubbing his hands over her stomach and down to her coarse hair. Buffy leant back against him as he stroked her, feeling his warm body wrapped around hers, his wet cock pressing into her back.
Giles walked them both forwards until Buffy crawled on to his bed, slowly, him following, stretched over her back. The position naturally gave them both ideas, although Buffy took his hand as he reached down, braced above her, and slid his fingers over her core again.
"Sure you can go again?" she asked, too aroused to care if she bruised his ego. He responded by growling and biting into her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Wait and see," he said, pushing her legs further open roughly with one hand. Buffy pushed back against him, eyes closed in ecstasy, as he kissed a line up and down her back. Leaning back, Giles took her backside in both hands and kissed each cheek, biting into her soft flesh. Buffy pushed herself harder against him.
"Giles..." she asked, and he hushed her.
"Shhh," he murmured, settling over her back again, cock pressed between her butt. Buffy lifted herself to him, and he pushed himself into her.
The sudden presence of his cock sent Buffy backwards until Giles was sitting up, on his heels, cock firmly embedded within her. They thrust against each other, both moaning uncontrollably at the contact, the neat folds of his bed ruined as Buffy clutched the covers in bliss. Her legs slid backwards until Giles was crowded between them, thrusting upwards, his thumb between her legs to rub her clit.
He felt so good inside her, his shaft wet and slick from their last encounter, yet still hot and hard within her.
"God, Buffy," he moaned, squeezing her backside with one hand as his thumb expertly teased her clit. "You feel so good, I want to fuck you all night."
Hearing Giles use such strong language, her book-obsessed, ex-tweed ridden Giles's voice rough with passion, made Buffy groan and abandon herself to the rhythm of their thrusts.
"More," she begged, feeling his bed beneath her breasts, and he swapped his thumb on her clit for two fingers which took her as completely as the whole bodies of every other man she had slept with.
She came suddenly, writhing against the bed, tingling sparks of pleasure rippling through her, driving every hair on end. He kept thrusting as she tried to regain her breath, taking her deeper, moving his cock from side to side with each blow, until he came, grabbing her hips to impale her deeper on his length, slapping her backside with his groin and exploding inside her, making her scream out his name and come again, from that alone.
They came apart immediately, and Buffy turned to hold him, both lying sideways across the big bed, tangling arms and legs, almost trying to climb inside each other's skin.
They kissed for long minutes, winding themselves together, stroking each other with arms and legs and hands. Buffy was shaking, first from the intensity of their lovemaking, then more as the cold night air froze her damp skin.
"Under the covers," Giles suggested, and they drew apart long enough to climb under his duvet before settling back into each other's arms. She traced a line over his skin, across his face, down his neck and over his shoulders, fascinated by every detail of the man beside her. He watched her quietly.
"You're amazing," she murmured, looking into his eyes. Giles bent his head to kiss her lips gently.
"Thank you," he said eventually. She giggled and pushed his shoulder gently.
"You're supposed to say `you too,' silly," she told him, and he smiled in reply.
"I think I'm actually supposed to refrain from fucking my slayer in an alley late at night when she's seeing another man," he corrected, and Buffy pouted.
"Shut up," she said, and kissed him again, harder.
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Buffy was woken not by a sound or movement, but by a sudden swelling inside her which seemed to want to force up her insides and throw them out. She curled up slightly, eyes tightly shut, fighting the urge to be sick. Her head added its complaints to those of her stomach, she could feel a fierce red mark running across her throat and collarbone, and seconds later, a dull ache between her legs provided the final cadence in her symphony of discomfort. She let out a tiny moan.
Her senses slowly uncurled from the demands of her body as she became aware of a leg thrown over hers, a long limb ending in rough hair and groin pressed into her backside, and a hand rested lightly on her hip.
Her eyes flew open. Either she had experienced the most vivid erotic dream about her watcher to date, or Riley was not the man in the bed with her. It was morning, and the light made the groan in her head upscale to a roar. She shut her eyes again hurriedly and pulled the covers up to dull the fierce light.
Neither the leg nor any other part of the warm nakedness behind her seemed to be stirring. Buffy's mind raced ahead, trying to process the events of the previous night before he woke. Last night, she hadn't the sobriety to question her watcher's apparent prowess, but as she ran her mind over the events, two words kept returning to her mind... *four times*. It had been different, the last time, she thought. The first three times had been about satisfying the sudden overwhelming hunger they had been feeling. The last time was about... he had made love to her, Buffy realised with something that felt closer to panic than anything else.
If she wasn't feeling so crappy, she thought, this whole situation would be a lot easier to handle. Slayer hangovers didn't last long, but they seemed to make up with discomfort for what they lacked in duration. She swallowed back another wave of nausea and shuffled round slightly in the bed.
Giles's head was half-buried in the pillow. His eyes were underscored with dark circles, and his hair looked strange- not sexy bed hair, just bed hair. His mouth was hanging slightly open. Buffy regarded him out of half-closed, heavy eyes. He didn't look the best she'd ever seen him, but somehow, that did even worse things to her insides than if he had looked amazing. Her head thundered as she lifted it slightly to move closer, twisting further round so she was lying on her side, facing him, fascinated with his face.
< I've got to get out of here, > she thought desperately. If he woke with her still here he might... try something, and Buffy didn't know if she would be able to refuse. And anyway if he woke he would want to talk, and Buffy only had questions in her head, questions with no answers.
She slowly slid her legs out from under his, watching for any change in his face which might indicate that he was waking up. He gave none. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Buffy rolled away and carefully climbed out of bed.
For a moment the whole world rocked as her insides made another bid for freedom. She sat on the edge of the bed, arms propping her up on either side, and cast wildly around her to see a waste paper bin in one corner of the room, thinking that if need be she could throw up in that. As usual, just the thought of having a contingency plan to cover her being sick, was enough to combat the feeling. After a moment, she levered herself to her feet again.
The best thing to do was to get out of the house as soon as possible, before he woke up with questions she couldn't answer. Buffy lurched towards the stairs, then paused, turned, and looked back towards the bed.
He lay with his face away from her, unchanged. The sun sprawled over his chest, showing off his firm muscles and revealing the urgent red marks she had left from their lovemaking. Buffy stared at him for a moment, her body remembering the infinite satisfaction of his, and then turned and stumbled hurriedly down the stairs.
Her clothes were everywhere, spread across the living room floor. She dressed as she discovered things, pulling them on roughly, then headed for the door.
Outside, the sunshine and early heat made her head pound, seeming to throw itself against her skull. Buffy stopped for a moment, eyes closed, leaning on the door, before she pushed herself forward and towards home.
It was still fairly early, she reasoned, judging by the lack of people on the streets. She would head home as quickly as possible for a shower and more sleep, and then everything would be better. She would have an answer. She could face Riley and her friends, and God, even him.
Her body and mind were a mass of contradictions. Her head pounded, and her limbs felt heavy and stiff, and yet the slight movement of a breeze through her hair or the touch of one part of her body brushing against another was enough to send reminiscent shudders through her, enough to preserve the effect of Giles's touch. The satisfaction of the hunger she had felt for him made her feel as if she had slept for a week, and yet the image of him in his bed, which seemed to burn in her mind, made her want to go back, wake him and make love to him again. She felt horrified, embarrassed, and yet more loved, more complete than she had ever felt before.
Her home appeared before she had a chance to resolve the conflicting feelings she nursed. Various reasons for her night-long absence flickered through her mind as she approached, and she fervently hoped she could make it up to her room before anyone saw her.
"Buffy!" A cheerful voice called from behind her. She turned, with a sinking heart. It was Riley, and there was no way she could avoid talking to him. "I was just coming to see if you were awake, although I wasn't really expecting to see you up so..." he trailed off, taking in her as-yet-unchanged party outfit. "Why are you..." he asked uncertainly, stopping a few feet away. Buffy wrapped her arms around herself, trying hopelessly to hide her appearance.
"I, er..."
"You stayed out all night?" he asked. Buffy turned away from him, trying desperately to gather her thoughts. She heard Riley take a lurching step towards her, and he grabbed her shoulders roughly. "What's this mark?" he asked, voice harsh with suspicion. Buffy's mind was blank for a moment, before it supplied a memory of Giles biting her shoulder hard from behind.
"Riley," she said, pulling out of his grasp, unable to meet his eyes.
"Please, tell me it's not what I think it is," Riley asked, his voice pleading. Buffy dragged her gaze up to meet his; the effort felt monumental.
"It is," she whispered. He looked away. "I'm sorry."
"You betrayed me?" he said, his voice full of disbelief.
"I'm sorry, Riley, it just..." Buffy couldn't bring herself to complete the cliché. "I never meant to hurt you."
He was backing away from her, running a hand through his hair.
"Who was it?" he asked, not sounding like he wanted to know. Buffy knew she owed him the truth, and steeled herself.
"It was Giles," she said. "I think I'm in love with him," she added, only realising the truth of what she said as she spoke. She frowned to herself, but Riley interrupted, turning away.
"This is..." he began. "I gotta get out of here."
She watched as he strode back down the road.
She had betrayed him. With Giles. Four times. And while the alcoholic theme of the evening had certainly contributed to it, she couldn't say it was the only reason. She had looked at Riley, and she had looked at Giles, and she had discovered which one of them she wanted.
Buffy stood in the sidewalk by her house, beginning to feel guilty, not as much for her behaviour towards Riley, but for her treatment of Giles. She should have stayed to be there when he woke- she knew what it was like to wake up alone. Of all things she could have done...
She wheeled herself around and headed into the house, determined to shower and change as quickly as she could, and run back to the man she loved.
Giles heard a knock on the door just as he stepped towards the bathroom. He hesitated, measuring the embarrassment of opening the door when he was dressed only in a robe, against the possibility of it being Buffy.
Slim chance, he thought. He had felt the familiar weight of disappointment falling across him when he awoke to find his bed as empty as always, the proof that the previous night had really happened, evident only in his spent body. He lay back in bed, remembering the feel of his slayer's body against his, under his, around his. Remembering her scent and the delicious freedom of her orgasms. She had unleashed in him something kept well hidden since his youth; his passion, he supposed. He hadn't had much use for that side of him since becoming a watcher, but she... she gave him reason for that passion. In her body he had found a safe home for all the raging, consuming fire within. Giles had never experienced anything like it before. And he had never imagined experiencing it with Buffy.
Granted, he knew she was an attractive woman- he was no fool, and he had eyes, for God's sake. He knew her perhaps better than he should, seeing the misplaced love she felt for young Riley- or at least, the love she thought she felt. He knew that the ex-soldier was not the one, not the other half of Buffy's life she had always seemed to crave. Only then, as Giles lay across his bed with the violent sunlight spilling over his sheets, did he begin to wonder if he himself was the one.
Evidently not, he thought, stretching out a hand to caress absently the sheets where she must have lain. Evidently not, or she would have still been there, lying bare in his bed, body still marked with his. Perhaps pulling him close to make love again in this harsh light, their bodies exposed, growing familiar. With a growl the watcher had pushed himself to his feet, thanking the training in hangover resistance he had received through his youth. Pulling on his robe, he had stumbled downstairs, towards the shower.
The knock sounded again, and he was startled into action, stepping towards the door, committed before he could think about it. He opened the door, still hoping for Buffy.
It was Riley.
He was half-prepared for the fist that came towards him, and managed to knock it aside with one hand.
"How could you," Riley hissed, stepping into the flat, bearing down on Giles. "Bastard!"
Giles held his ground.
"I am sorry for my behaviour," he said honestly, mind racing ahead as he spoke. If Riley knew, Buffy must have told him. If Buffy had told him, it could mean she wanted to break up with him.
"She *must* have been drunk to go with you," Riley continued, still trying to get into Giles's face. "How could you take advantage of her like that?"
Giles glared, the full Ripper glare, making Riley take an inadvertent step back.
"I did no such thing," he replied hotly. "Buffy was more than willing, I assure you. Now I am sorry, but-"
"Willing?" Riley snorted humourlessly. "Did you drug her?"
Giles forced himself by sheer willpower not to hit the younger man as Riley continued. "Cos we both know she would never-"
He was cut off by Giles's fist resounding with a crack on to his jawbone. Riley reeled back.
"How dare you," Giles said, furiously. "How dare you suggest I would force myself on her, you ignorant little fuck." He took a deep breath to stop himself from hitting Riley again. "Any fool could see you weren't the man for her. Hell, you're hardly even a man." He looked contemptuously down at him. "I could feel how little satisfaction she had been given. You couldn't even do that for her."
Riley straightened, and for a moment the two men stared each other out. Giles won.
"This isn't the end," Riley said, glaring at Giles one more time as he pushed his way to the door.
Giles stared after him for a moment, kicking himself. Of all the ways he could have made this situation worse, punching Riley was the possibly the best. Buffy would be furious when she found out. She would hate him, if she didn't already.
With a start, Giles hurried towards the bathroom. He needed to get out of his house as quickly as possible, and go into hiding, or at least into the safety of the Magic Box, where there would be other people around, until he could the think the situation through.
"Giles?" Buffy called through the door, pushing it again. It was clearly locked. "Giles, it's me."
If he was in, he wasn't answering. She briefly considered knocking the door down to see if he was inside, but decided it wasn't a slayer strength moment and knocked again. "Giles!"
He wasn't there. Buffy stepped away, running a hand through her hair. God, she was so stupid, running off like that when she woke up... he probably never wanted to see her again. He probably thought she had just used him. He probably hated her.
She turned with a flourish and headed towards the Magic Box, wishing that she drove. It wasn't far, but in her panicked state, every step seemed to take half an hour. She broke out into a jog as she approached, desperate to find out if he was there.
The bell crashed rather than rang as she entered; she burst in, out of breath. Willow and Tara, sitting at the tarot table, leapt to their feet.
"Buffy, what is it?" Willow asked. Anya appeared from the other part of the shop; no one else was to be seen.
"Bad guys?" Tara asked, dropping the book she was looking at. All three of them looked to be gearing up for a fight.
"Where's Giles?" Buffy asked. The Scoobies relaxed.
"He's in the back," Anya replied, as Giles entered. Buffy felt herself blush.
"Oh," she said, transfixed by the sight in front of her.
Giles looked up, saw his slayer, and dropped the book he was carrying. Anya jumped.
"Watch out, that's merchandise," she complained, moving to snatch the book from the ground. Buffy watched as Giles shook himself, tearing his eyes away from hers.
"Sorry," he said. He looked back towards Buffy, unable to quite meet her gaze this time. "Hello Buffy," he said, blushing a deep red that sent answering heat straight between her legs.
"Hey," Buffy replied, trying to act normally. She almost sat down at the table, before she felt the weight of Willow and Tara watching her and remembered her urgent entrance into the shop. She would have to talk to him straight away.
Before she could open her mouth, the shop bell rang and Xander entered.
"Hello all," he said cheerfully, heading towards the back to greet his girlfriend. On the way past he noticed Buffy, and stopped. "Hey Buffy, I was hoping you'd be here."
"Oh?" Buffy said, perching herself on the edge of the tarot table nervously. Xander continued, seemingly oblivious.
"Yeah. Bumped into Riley," he said, and Buffy's heart leapt out of her chest cavity. She heard a thump in the background and looked to see that Giles had walked into the edge of the shop counter and was now rubbing his knee and swearing under his breath. Buffy turned back to Xander, struggling to keep her face smooth.
"Really?" she croaked. Xander nodded.
"Uh huh. He was sporting a nice new lump on his jaw... didn't seem to want to talk about it."
"What?" Buffy said, struggling to add this into the confused landscape of the day's events.
"Yeah, nasty looking. He said it wasn't demon related, but..." Xander glanced around the room, then shuffled closer to Buffy to talk to her more privately. Willow and Tara both tried to look occupied. "He seemed really beat up about something, and I'm not just talking face rearrangement."
"Oh," Buffy said again, and glanced towards Giles. He stared down at a greeting card, seemingly transfixed by the message of birthday cheer. "Uh, Giles, could I see you a minute?" she called. He looked up with an expression familiar to small animals caught in the path of oncoming traffic. "Please?"
She headed towards the back room before either of them could back out.
*-*-*-*-*-*
They stared at each other, perhaps seven feet apart. Giles moved his hands restlessly, straightening his shirt, fixing his tie, before he jammed them into his pockets. Buffy stared up at him and wished that the hellmouth would open up and swallow her.
They both spoke at once.
"What do-"
"Giles, I-"
And stopped.
"Sorry," he said, waving a hand towards her. "Please."
Buffy took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up this morning," she said in a rush. He stared at her. "I shouldn't have run off, it's just that I was..." she couldn't meet his eyes. "I was confused, I guess, and I didn't know what to say if you woke up."
His eyes finally left her, and he took his glasses off for the inevitable unnecessary clean.
"`Good morning', is the standard thing to say, I believe," he said. Buffy shut her eyes briefly. He was mad. Could she blame him?
She took a step towards him, making Giles look up.
"I'm sorry," she said again. Then another deep breath. "Next time, I promise I'll still be there when you wake up."
That got his attention.
"Next...? Buffy, are you-"
"Yes," she said, before he could finish his sentence. She closed the gap, reaching to hold his hands and his glasses and his handkerchief between them. He stared down at her, searching her eyes to see if she meant it. "I broke up with Riley. Well, I told him that I slept with you. I guess you already know that though, `cos of the-"
His lips on hers silenced her. Buffy shut her eyes as they kissed, their hands entwined, lips pressed softly together.
"Buffy, I love you," he said as they parted, his voice more serious than she had ever heard it. He replaced his glasses quickly, freeing up his hands to cup her face. "I mean, I'm in love with you." She reached up and touched his lips.
"I know," she said. "I love you. Definitely not as a father," she added, and he chuckled softly. "Definitely as the man I've been in love with for ages, without knowing it."
She watched him as he stared down at her for a long moment, seemingly speechless. In the end, she shivered as he slowly brought his head down to meet her lips again.
The kiss quickly heightened as they drew together. Buffy opened her mouth for his tongue and groaned as he thrust it inside her, renewing the claim he had made to her body in the night. She wound her arms around his neck and shoulders to bring him closer, reaching up on the balls of her feet as they kissed hungrily, her fingers curling up in his hair. He lifted her more, trying to even the gap between their heights, and they staggered a little on their feet, their mutual passion overwhelming.
Buffy reluctantly drew away, feeling the blood surge through her heated body. He searched her eyes again, seeming fascinated, his pupils blooming with desire.
"This isn't really the place," he murmured apologetically, smoothing back her hair with one hand. Buffy nodded, her breath still uneven.
"I think last night satisfied my exhibitionist streak," she said, remembering their first time. Giles's eyes darkened further and he bent to kiss her again. This time they pulled away just as the heat between them rose again.
"Are you sure?" he questioned, running a line of hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she tilted her head back for him.
"Mmm..." was all Buffy could manage as he teased her throat, pulling her hips closer to his. She braced her arms on his shoulders, hanging on as he kissed her.
Their mouths found each other's again.
"Maybe if we were really quiet," Buffy murmured between kisses.
"Or maybe if we were really loud... they would think we were training," Giles replied. Buffy giggled and pulled away.
"Giles!" she said, shocked but delighted, running her hands over his chest and shoulders. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off him, despite their agreement, despite the looming presence of their friends on the other side of an unlocked door. She slipped her hand beneath his tie, up the line where his shirt met, and Giles swore under his breath.
"Come on," he said roughly, and picked her up around the waist. Buffy bit back a squeal.
"Giles!" she hissed as he walked them both over to the couch against the far wall. "What if-"
He hushed her, lowering her on to the couch, his mouth covering her concerns. Buffy reached to push him away, but the gesture somehow got lost in the translation and she ended up pulling him closer as his hands began to work the top of her pants.
They moved round until Giles was sitting on the couch, straddled by his slayer. Buffy pulled back from his mouth long enough to grab his belt, fingers impatient to open him. He leant forward, hands deep under her top, running his tongue across the base of her neck.
They drew apart long enough to pull away their pants, Buffy standing herself up on her knees, her groin now level with his head. Giles took her butt in his hands, pulling her closer, sliding down on the couch to get better access. Buffy braced her hands on the back of the couch as his tongue explored her, following an imaginary line up and down her sex, in and out of her secret folds and over her throbbing clitoris. She almost cried out as he changed the shape of his strong tongue, pointing it to thrust it harder against her, his lips opening to cover as much of her as possible. Buffy began to buck her hips uncontrollably against his mouth, unable to stop a low groan from escaping her.
She sat down in his lap again abruptly, finding his mouth to pour her censored feelings into him. Their hands fought to clear the space between them as they kissed. Buffy felt Giles's hands on her backside again, and she groaned into his mouth as he guided her down on to his waiting shaft, impaling her, filling her again.
They set a fast pace, rocking and thrusting against each other, her wet core making them slide effortlessly together. Buffy fought the urge to scream out his name as Giles thrust one hand under her top, over her stomach and breasts. He thrust harder, each blow taking her off the couch and back down again, pulling her hips down, his other hand returning to rub her clit with his thumb.
"God- Giles..." Buffy moaned, only just managing to keep her voice down, driving her hips against him harder and harder. He hushed her, kissing her mouth quickly, then breaking away for a growl of his own as they thrust harder, bodies rocking together, grinding, his cock buried so deep inside her it took all of her concentration not to scream as loud as she could. A few more unbearably sweet thrusts took them both to the edge, and Buffy came, rushing against him, hands braced on his damp shoulders. Giles followed her, swearing into her breasts as he spurted his seed inside her again.
They came down together, clinging to each other, their breath heavy and uncontrollable. Their mouths met as their breathing evened out, tongues fusing again. Buffy pulled away to kiss his neck, his strong jaw, running her fingers through his hair and over his shirt.
"How's your exhibitionist streak doing now?" he asked in a low voice.
"Just fine," Buffy said, and kissed his mouth again, deeply, exploring him with her tongue. She shuddered as he sucked gently on her tongue, grazing it with his teeth, thrusting his hips to emphasise where they were still joined.
He stopped her when she tried to pull away, his hands tightening on her hips.
"Giles..." Buffy said softly, kissing the side of his face. "What if someone comes in?"
He kissed her mouth for a long moment. "Easy," he replied eventually, moving his attention to the side of her neck. "We could say it was an accident."
THE END