Just Like Heaven
by: GylzGyrl
Rated NC-17
Pairing: Giles/Jenny
Disclaimer: I fully credit Joss with the characters and situations in this fic. Not that he scarred me for life or anything. Right?
Author's Note: This is all Kazza's fault. She mentioned something in chat and there it was in my head, demanding to be let out.
The pain was gone now. He felt warm, safe, peaceful and loved. For the first time in his life, ironically, he was able to see all of the good without the bad to ruin it. He was ready. He was surrounded by the people that had made everything worth it. Willow sat on the far corner of his bed, her eyes watching him lovingly as her hand grasped that of her husband, Oz, behind her. They would be fine. They would watch over each other as they had done for years. Standing against the wall was Xander. His jaw was clenched as he fought his tears. He was already mourning the only father who had ever shown him any true affection, or pride. Cordelia had her arm wrapped around Xander's. A touch of gray had added an elegance to her. They had become close again through the years. Now the dying man only hoped their sadness over his passing might be the catalyst to them trusting their hearts to each other once more. They both deserved the happiness.
At his side sat Buffy, the oldest living Slayer, ever. He took no small pride in the fact that part of that was due to him. She had herself helped train a few of Faith's replacements, and he had helped her mourn when they had passed before their time. Now she would mourn him, and he wouldn't be there to hold her when she cried. This, if anything, was his one regret. Her hand clutched his tightly, almost desperately, willing him to stay with her, yet knowing this was the last fight they would face together. One they could only lose. Her bright blue eyes shone with unshed tears.
Finally, a look of acceptance passed over her face. She leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips as her tears fell. "I love you. Go and rest now. You've earned it. I'll see you again. I know it."
Realizing that had been the only thing keeping his spirit in his body, he took one last look at the beautiful face that had been the focus of his world for the better part of his life, the best part of his life. He squeezed her hand with the last of his strength. "My Slayer." He let go then, and was gone. Rupert Giles, age 72, was dead.
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Giles was walking, endlessly walking. He felt like he should be tired, but he wasn't. He was walking toward a light. A light so bright it had made him squint and shield his eyes with his hand until he discovered that it didn't hurt to look into it. It felt warm, and welcoming, and loving. And so he traveled on.
After what seemed like hours, a darkness formed in the center of the light. It became bigger as he got closer, and it began to take on a defined shape, a figure, a female figure. He stared at it, waiting to be close enough to make out the face. When he finally could, he gasped. His hands came to cover his mouth as tears pricked at his eyes. His long walk finally stopped. He stood frozen and uttered one word. "Jenny?"
She smiled, nodded and continued forward until she stood barely a foot before him, close enough to touch. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could, he had enveloped her in a crushing embrace, warm tears flowing down his cheeks. "Please be real. Oh God please let this be real."
"It's real Rupert. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He felt his shoulder become wet as she began to cry as well.
He pulled back a little, his hands caressing her cheeks as her fingers curled over his. He barely noticed that his hands were not wrinkled as he remembered them being. "You're alive. I can't believe it. You're alive."
"No my Love," she moved one of his hands from her face and kissed the palm, "you're dead."
"I..." instantly, a large silver framed mirror appeared in the void before them. He saw that she was wearing the gray sheer dress that he had found her in. That he had found her wearing in his bed, when he found her body. He himself was wearing what he had been the night he found her. His face, his appearance, the same as that night. "I-I don't understand."
"The soul can't move on when there are things unresolved." She stepped forward, out of his grasp. He moved with her, sliding an arm around her hips, anything to keep contact. He couldn't lose her again. She turned and smiled at him, her deep dark eyes shining up at him like polished onyx. "Neither of us are going anywhere until we fix this England. Let's do it right this time."
Giles shook his head slowly in confusion. "Jenny?" She vanished before his eyes. "NO!!!!" He dropped to his knees. The mirror shattered and Giles threw his arms up to shield his eyes from the flying glass. When he moved his arms down, he was standing on his knees in the middle of his apartment. The lighting was dim.
He felt adrift in confusion and stood, slowly, taking in the look of the room. The room was dim, bathed only in the glow of candlelight. Rose petals trailed up the stairs, accompanied by the strains of La Boheme, something he hadn't allowed himself to listen to ever since that night. It struck him like a bolt of lightning. This was that night. "My God. Am I in Hell? Am I doomed to live that night over and over for eternity, just like I did when I was alive?"
A single red rose drifted down before his eyes to land at his feet. He stared at it a moment, then followed it's path back up to the loft. Jenny stood there, leaning against the railing, wearing nothing but a smile. "Upstairs," she said like a whispered song to his ears, forever erasing the trauma the same word etched in Angel's note had caused.
Giles raced up the stairs, taking two and three in a bound. Jenny had her hand over her mouth, whether to hide being impressed at his athletic prowess or to keep from laughing at the giddy smile on his face, he didn't know. He didn't care! All that mattered was getting her into his arms as fast as he could and never letting her go. He crashed into a hug with her, carrying so much momentum from his sprint up the stairs that he knocked her right over and they fell onto the bed in a tangle. She "oofed" and he stammered, easing off of her, apologizing profusely and adjusting his glasses. Jenny was giggling so hard she was turning red. She reeled him back to her by pulling on his tie. She kissed him slowly, making it count. When they pulled apart, her skin seemed to bathe in the glow of his adoration. Her breath was hot on his lips. She curled her finger around the bridge of his glasses, flinging them across the room and over the railing.
"Get undressed England. I want to see the fine body this tweed has been hiding." Giles nuzzled against her cheek, waiting to regain the strength in his knees before he backed off the bed and stood, slipping the jacket from his shoulders. As his hands removed his clothing, his eyes took in Jenny's body, nude and perfect, waiting for him. Her eyes, watching him, filled with desire. By the time he shed his boxer shorts, he was already hard as a rock. Jenny's eyes were wide, nearly gawking, a trace of a smile on her lips. "It's official. I hate tweed. It should be burned. It's a bad material. Bad, bad, bad."
Giles smiled and lay on his side next to her on the bed, his fingers tracing light patterns on her stomach. "You're rambling."
"I know." She nodded, smiling.
He scooted closer, fitting her shoulder against his arm, turning her body flush against his. He felt bathed in warmth as her nipples brushed his chest. "You're trembling." His hand crept onto her thigh.
"I know," she whispered, her jaw quivering. Her eyes sparkled up at him.
"You are so beautiful. I could never get you out of my mind. I love you so much."
"Rupert, don't you dare make me cry. I've been waiting so long for this, for you."
"I'm sorry."
"No." She put her finger to his lips. "No. I was happy to wait. I didn't want you to die, even if it would bring you back to me." A single tear slid down her cheek. "Argh, Rupert!" She lightly slapped his shoulder. "I'm trying to be all sexy here and you're really not helping me." He grinned gently and kissed her. "I love you." Her hands ran up his chest and over his shoulders, pulling her to him. He rolled to cover her as his hand traveled up the expanse of her smooth skin to rest on her breast. She cooed into his mouth as he kneaded the supple flesh there, his thumb exciting her nipple into hardness.
Jenny's delicate hands ran down his back, causing shivers, and stopped at the smooth skin of his ass. She squeezed his cheeks and he gasped, panting against her shoulder to regain some control. She brought a hand to his chin and turned him to face her. "Rupert. It's time. We've waited so long. It's our time now."
He held her gaze, his eyes intense as he brought his hands to her thighs, spreading them, settling himself between them. A moment passed between them, not hesitation, but reverence. The realization that something waited a lifetime for was about to come to pass. With a shudder of emotion, he entered her tight, hot, wetness. Her silky thighs embraced his own, pulling him deeper within her. They undulated together like gentle waves in a calm tranquil sea. Their passions built higher and they embraced each other tightly as the tide came in.
As he came down, Giles opened his eyes and looked at her, still breathing heavily in her aftermath. Her eyes were closed and he kissed both of her eyelids. Without opening her eyes, she asked him, "Was it worth the wait?"
He smiled. "It was worth everything." He ran a lazy hand over her breasts. "Touching you is like heaven."
He moved to pull out of her. She grasped his shoulders, capturing him with her eyes. "Don't. We have eternity. We have each other again finally. Let's enjoy it." Absolute happiness shone in his eyes as he leaned forward to taste her lips again.
The End