Passionate Interlude
(Sequel to "Wounded Heart" & "Healed Heart")
by: Ness
Rated NC-17
email:Ness
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Summary: Smutty sequel to "Wounded Heart" and "Healed Heart"
Distribution: Anyone that already has permission. Anyone else, please ask first.
Disclaimer: We all know who owns 'em and it ain't me. Joss and Co. are gods in their universe, I'm just a peon in mine.
A/N #1: Thanks to Gail for the beta--she's the best.
A/N #2: I've reworked a bit of this and Gail hasn't seen it, so any and all mistakes are mine (as they were to begin with.). *G*
Dedication #1: Blame Chris for this one. She'd mentioned wheelchair smut when I was writing "Wounded Heart", and I managed to sidestep the bunny that time, but when she mentioned it again and I was trying to get her to write it, the bunny jumped back on me and bit me--hard! Guess that's what I get for trying to foist it off on her. *G*
Dedication #2: This is for Luisa, Kristin, Chris and all the others who said I needed to write more happy stuff and less angsty stuff. Hope ya like it.
July 26, 2003
Giles watched his wife walk across the room and wondered how he was lucky enough to have her. They'd had a rough time there when he'd been paralyzed in a freak accident. He'd withdrawn from everyone, and Ethan Rayne had been the person to bring his savior to him.
Buffy felt his stare and turned to give him a saucy wink before turning back to the customers she was dealing with. They'd begun helping Anya with the Magic Box after their honeymoon. She'd found she was fairly good with customers, which astounded her to no end, but more importantly, Giles was in his element. He could do something that he felt productive in. It made him happy and anything that made him happy, made her happy.
Giles tried to concentrate on the book in front of him, but his mind wandered and he thought about Buffy. They had learned that though he didn't have feeling below the waist, he could, and did, lust after his wife. They'd found inventive ways to make love. His disability hadn't detracted from the pleasure he could bring her, and he felt desire as well just not in the physical sense.
He thought about something he'd read about on the internet. It was amazing what he was willing to do in order to learn more about having a physical relationship with his wife. He'd actually looked at some of the sites Buffy had found in her quest for information before they were married.
He remembered one post on a message board that had peaked his interest and he wondered if it were possible for him and Buffy to try it. The more he thought about it, the more he really wanted to try it--and he didn't want to wait until they got home.
He chuckled to himself. It was time to enlist a bit of help.
"Anya?"
"Yes?" Anya came over to where Giles sat with the book on his lap.
"Would you do something for me?"
"It depends," she said. "If it will get me in trouble, I won't. But if it will make money, sure."
He shook his head and grinned. Others may have had trouble with his disability in the beginning, but Anya hadn't missed a beat. She'd taken one look at him and told him that his brain wasn't damaged, so what was the big deal? 'Cause everyone knew that thinking was what he did best. Buffy had muttered something about 'not necessarily', but thankfully, Anya hadn't noticed.
"It won't get you in trouble, nor will it make you money. It is, however, very important."
"What could be more important than making money?" Anya caught the look Giles gave her. "All right, all right. What do you need me to do?"
"I need for you to wait ten minutes and then tell Buffy I'd like to see her in the training room."
"Why don't you tell her yourself?"
"Anya, please," he sighed. "Just do as I ask."
She looked at him and must have seen something that convinced her not to argue with him anymore, because she just nodded.
"Thank you," he said before he turned his chair around and headed to the training room.
****
Giles wondered what possessed him to do this on the spur of the moment, but he also knew that it was right. He and his Slayer had let other things keep them from their happiness for too long--he'd be damned if he allowed one single moment of joy slip through their fingers now.
He closed the door and dimmed the lights. He also performed a small incantation that rendered the room soundproof until he did the counterspell. He didn't intend to be interrupted. He wheeled himself to the center of the room and removed the arm rests from his wheelchair. He'd had this chair specially put together and one of the things they'd done was make the arms much easier to remove. It had originally been done so that if he needed to use them as a weapon, or simply to get away from danger, he could release them with a simple push of a button. This time, however, he had a completely different action in mind when he removed them.
He smiled to himself as he looked at his watch. Anya should be delivering his message any moment now.
****
"Buffy?"
The Slayer turned to find Anya behind her.
"Yeah?"
"Giles wants to see you in the training room."
"Did he say why?" Buffy asked as she watched the customer she'd waited on leave.
Anya shrugged, "Nope, he just asked me to wait ten minutes and then tell you to meet him in there."
Buffy nodded and headed to the training room.
****
"Giles?" She asked as she opened the door. Her steps slowed when she entered the room and found it to be dimly lit. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and when they did, she could see her husband sitting in the middle of the room.
"Come in and shut the door please," he requested quietly.
She did, trying to figure out what the hell was going on as she did so. "Giles, what's going on?"
"A passionate interlude."
"A what?" She didn't even try to hide her confusion.
Giles wheeled slowly towards her. "A. Passionate. Interlude."
"I'm sure you're gonna explain that anytime now, right?" She asked as she watched him move closer.
"I took a page out of your book."
"I hate to sound like a broken record, but are you gonna tell me what's going on?" The look in his eyes had heat nudging the confusion. What was he up to?
"Do you remember the internet sites you told me about when you were researching?"
"Help me out here, honey, what web sites?" Buffy's confusion was gaining the upper hand again. His eyes were telling her one thing, but his lips were talking about the internet.
"The ones that dealt with the difficulties of making love with a disabled person." Giles could see she hadn't made the connection. He chuckled to himself. It would be--satisfying--to help her do so.
She really wondered what had brought this up. She hadn't even talked about those sites in months, she hadn't had to. Their sex life was fantastic. "And?"
"I decided to look at them myself."
"And?" She asked again.
"I found something that looked interesting enough to cause me to want to experiment."
"Experiment?" She started to ask more, but she was suddenly pulled into his lap.
"Experiment," he confirmed, just before his mouth came down on hers.
He traced her lips with his tongue and when she moaned, he took the opportunity to gain entrance into the warm, sweet recesses of her mouth. Their tongues dueled in a passionate dance until they had to surface for oxygen.
She opened her eyes slowly and looked into the green eyes that were wearing the same glazed look of passion. "Want to tell me what brought this on? Not that I'm complaining, mind you," she rushed to add.
He looked at her seriously. "I love you and I want you, isn't that enough?"
She studied him closely, just to see if he was keeping anything from her. Anything that might be bothering him. When she was satisfied that he wasn't, she shook her head and pulled him back down for another blistering kiss.
She felt herself being lifted until she straddled his lap. He never broke the kiss and began to stroke her through her clothing, slowly inching her skirt up until it was around her hips and left her exposed except for a lacy pair of next-to-non-existent underwear.
"Giles?" She murmured against his lips.
"Hmmm?" He asked distractedly. His attention was focused on the feel of her beneath his hands.
"What about the door?" She was having a hard time remembering why she was worried about the door when his fingers ghosted across her heat.
He groaned into her mouth when she brought her hands up to tangle her fingers in his hair, lightly scraping his scalp in the process. It was amazing what she could do to arouse him. He remembered her concerns and muttered a word that had the lock clicking into place before she took her next breath.
He released her mouth and traced a hot, moist trail across her jaw and down the slim column of her neck to the sensitive juncture of her collarbone. She groaned as he nipped at the delicate skin there, and then laving them with his tongue. She was coming undone in his arms. His mouth continued it's sensual journey until he reached a barrier. He pulled back and looked at her as he used one hand to slowly unbutton her shirt. Pushing it aside, he uncovered her to his gaze and his breath caught. She was so bloody beautiful! And she was his. He grinned to himself before he ducked his head again.
Buffy gasped as she felt him suckle her breast. She was drowning in a sea of sensations and she couldn't bring herself to care; she'd never felt this way with anyone else. She dropped her head forward and kissed the top of his head. She needed to kiss him and since he was occupied elsewhere, she'd have to settle for what she could get. Her fingers uncurled from his hair and dropped down to begin unbuttoning his shirt until she could slip her hand in and touch his bare skin.
He growled deep in his throat at her touch. She smiled to herself as she rubbed her hand over his sensitive nipples and drew another growl from him.
"I wonder what the others would think if they knew you made those kinds of noises?" She asked playfully.
"Most likely the same thing they'd say if they knew how noisy you can become," he said with a husky chuckle.
"Eeewwww," they said together, as they laughed.
Buffy's laugh turned into a gasp when his fingers pulled aside the flimsy thong she wore to find her wet heat.
"Giles?" She moaned as she arched into his hand. She no longer knew what she was asking for.
"Yes, luv?" Giles loved to watch her desire build.
She could feel herself going over the edge, so she refrained from answering and pulled him to her and devoured his mouth with her own. Her body shuddered as she thrust her tongue into his mouth.
He returned her attentions as he felt her control begin to shred. He sped up the movement of his hand until he felt her inner walls clench around his fingers and felt her yell her release into his mouth as he felt her warmth spill over his hand.
She slumped against him and fought to control her breathing. When she'd finally gotten her quota of oxygen back to normal, she raised her head to look at him. "Not that I'm complaining, but why did you just seduce me in your wheelchair?"
He gave her a Ripperish grin. "I simply wanted to see if I could.
She looked at him for a moment before throwing her head back and laughing. He joined her a moment later.
Finis