Stalking: Part 1
She wanted him. She'd wanted him for a while. The workouts were killing her. And today had been the last straw. They'd been working out, practicing hand to hand. They'd worked out hard and they were both sweaty. He'd gotten in a couple of good throws when she'd been distracted by his closeness. She'd had to force herself to not just rub herself all over Giles as she landed on him.
That's when it happened. She'd started to slowly roll off of him and he'd gone to flip her expecting her to still be in training mode and to be moving faster. But she hadn't been, she'd been in full lust mode. So his hand, instead of grabbing her shoulder, had grabbed her breast. And she'd leaned into his hand, and felt her nipples harden.
She'd looked up at his face and closing her eyes had moved her lips up to his. She'd opened her eyes at the last minute to look at him and saw that he had this look of horror on his face as the facts of the situation were starting to sink in.
He pulled his hand back as if he'd touched a hot stove and quickly stood moving away.
"Buffy, I'm sorry, I had no idea." He was blushing a brilliant red.
"You had no idea about what?" She was scowling at him.
"I had no idea where my…..h..hand was." He held his offending hand out in front of him, blushing even redder.
Buffy started making a frustrated noise in her throat that got louder until it turned into a very loud vocal sound of disgust. She threw both her hands in the air and stood, placing her hands on her hips.
Her nipples were still hard. His eyes flicked down to them for a moment and then flicked back up, a look of panic in his eyes.
She rolled her eyes, turned and picked up her towel. She wrapped it around her neck covering her breasts. She glared at Giles. "Men." She swept around and walked out of the training room.
Giles could hear Willow. "Buffy, what's wrong?"
"Men are so stupid." She yelled it.
Giles winced.
Xander protested. "Hey."
"Not you, men."
There was a moment of silence. "Hey!"
Giles heard the front door of the shop slam shut, hard. He fully expected to hear the death throes of the bells as they plummeted to the ground. He listened, heard nothing. They had survived once again.
He walked out into the shop. Both Willow and Xander were waiting for him obviously wanting some explanation. Xander started. "G-man, what's up with the Buff? What's with the I hate men shtick?"
They both watched as Giles blushed. He looked down at his hand and quickly put it behind his back. His eyes widened, trying for an innocent expression. "What? Oh, I have no idea." He went and busied himself behind the counter. Willow looked at him, eyes narrowed. She'd get the facts from Buffy later. Xander shrugged and went back to sanding the new shelf he had just finished building.
After feeling Willow's eyes on him, Giles hid the rest of the day.
Willow tracked Buffy down. Buffy still looked unhappy. Willow frowned and moved to sit on the swing next to her.
"Hi."
Buffy grunted in response.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"What?"
"You know, the it, the whatever you were so mad about today."
"No." Her mouth twisted to one side. Willow just waited.
"It's men, they are so stupid."
Willow waited some more.
"I mean, what does it take, hmm?" She looked at Willow, expecting an answer.
Willow grimaced. "Sorry, still fact deficient, I need more to go on."
"Okay, you like a guy, you know he knows you like him, or he'd have to be dead, so why doesn't he do something?" She looked at Willow again.
Willow sighed. Then she brightened. "You like somebody? Who, who is it?"
Buffy just scowled. Willow was perplexed. "Did you ask Giles this question? Did he give you a stupid answer? You know Giles isn't real good at this stuff."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "No kidding."
"What did he say?" Willow hoped his answer would offer some clues.
"Nothing, he said nothing, he always says nothing." Buffy's voice got louder and louder.
Willow nodded, sighing, no luck there. "Soooo, who is this guy?" Willow couldn't imagine.
Buffy just blushed. "Buffy, give. No fair not telling, especially if Giles knows. I'm the best friend. I get to know this sort of stuff first. He gets to know the demon stuff first; I get to know the smoochie stuff first. There's rules about this, you know."
Buffy lowered her face to her hands, elbows on her knees. Willow looked at her completely confused. Then her eyes widened. "It's not Angel again is it, or Spike, or…or." She stopped having run out of all the horrible suggestions she could think of.
"No."
Willow breathed a sigh of relief. "Riley isn't back, is he?"
"No."
"It's not Xander is it, because Anya would…."
"No!"
"Do I know him?"
Buffy looked up. "Fine, it's Giles, okay?"
Willow almost fell off her swing. "It's Giles, what? It's Giles you went and asked the question of?"
Buffy rolled her eyes at Willow. "No, Giles is the guy I like."
Willow was speechless. She quickly had to revise her entire opinion about Buffy and her choice in men. She flashed Buffy a brilliant smile. "Really?"
Buffy was surprised at the smile. She nodded.
Willow kept smiling. "Buffy, that's great. I love Giles, I think he'd be a perfect guy for you, I just never thought you'd figure it out. I think it's wonderful." She sighed a dreamy sigh. She looked at Buffy and her not very happy face.
"I missed something didn't I?" Buffy nodded. Willow thought for a minute. "Oh. He's the stupid guy." Buffy nodded again. "So you two aren't actually…?" Buffy shook her head. Willow bit her lip. "Does he even know? I mean have you told him?"
Buffy stood up making exasperated noises again. "See Willow, this is my point, he's my watcher. He watches me, that's all he does. How can he not know? He knows everything about me, he even knows when I have my period. How can he not know?" She didn't wait for Willow to answer. "I'll tell you how, because he's stupid." Her tirade done Buffy slammed herself back into the swing.
"What happened today?"
Buffy blushed again. Willow's curiosity rose to new heights. She prodded again. "What? Tell me."
Buffy took a deep breath. "He touched me."
Willow's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" This was so exciting; she could hardly contain herself.
"He touched my…" She raised a hand and pointed to her breasts.
"He touched one of your…?!"
Buffy nodded.
"On purpose?"
Buffy scowled. "No."
Willow's face fell. "Oh." She paused. "How did that happen?"
"We were fighting. We accidentally touch all the time. It's kinda hard to avoid."
"But this was different?"
Buffy nodded. She blushed yet again. Willow was starting to get impatient. "Buffy, what happened?"
Buffy tightened her face and then said it as fast as she could. "IgotexcitedandmynipplesgothardandItriedtokisshim." She stood again.
Willow worked it through and she looked at Buffy and blushed herself. "Oh, my God." She squealed. Buffy looked miserable. Willow squealed again. "What did he do?"
"He jumped away from me as if I was a fungus demon and started stammering out apologies." She scowled at the memory.
Willow didn't know what to say. She took a couple more swings. Buffy groaned covering her face with her hands. "God, I am so embarrassed. I can never look at him again. I'll need to ask for a new watcher."
Willow cocked her head. "Why don't you just talk to him. Maybe he likes you too. I mean, that's so like Giles to not say anything, or to be all embarrassed. I think you should talk to him." She nodded her head to emphasize her conclusion.
Buffy shook her head. "And give him the chance to get all high and noble and say how it just isn't done and it wouldn't be proper and he's too old for me? No, thank you. He just should figure it out and kiss me."
Willow rolled her eyes at that. "Buffy, he's never going to just kiss you. Not unless he knows how you feel. Even then, it's a long shot."
Buffy got a look in her eyes. Willow started to feel nervous. Buffy nodded. "You're right, Willow. He won't kiss me unless he knows how I feel, so I'm just gonna have to make sure he knows."
Willow smiled hesitantly. "So, you're going to talk to him?" She put her best this is a really good idea look on her face.
Buffy shook her head. "Nope. I'm just gonna show him. That man will not have a single doubt about how I feel when I'm through." She smiled. Willow winced.
"Ah, Buffy, are you sure this is such a good idea?"
"It was your suggestion."
"No, no, really it wasn't."
Buffy was past listening and moving into plotting. She smiled at Willow. "Thanks Will, I feel much better now. I better go patrol. Want me to walk you home?"
Willow shook her head, pointing her finger at her car on the street. Buffy smiled. "Great, see ya later then." She took off.
Willow sat there for another minute. She closed her eyes. Giles was so going to kill her.
Stalking: Part 2
Giles shut his book and leaned back in his chair. He thought of Buffy. He thought of how she had felt under his hand. He felt his body respond. He snapped out of the chair letting out a growl of frustration. He knew he had to stop these thoughts, down that path lay madness. The madness of even thinking that they could be together. It could never happen even if she…..
He took a deep breath. He was okay. He rolled his shoulders. Really, he was okay. He was a watcher. He felt there were rules about this sort of thing. He took another deep breath. He could feel his body calming down. I mean it's not as if he wasn't attracted to her. Jesus, how could he not be? She was a beautiful sexy woman. And it's not like they didn't have moments. You can't put a man and a woman together that much and not have moments. It was inevitable. But, today, that had been a little more than a moment. He took another deep breath. (I can do this. I am in control. I am more than my hormones). He blew out a breath.
He heard the knock on his door. He panicked. He actually thought about not answering it. He took another deep breath. He walked over pulling it open. It was Buffy, of course. Who else would it be at one in the morning? He breathed. He smiled, calmly.
"Buffy. Come on in."
She smiled, brushing against him as she walked into his home.
He stepped back and followed her at a respectful distance as she walked towards the couch. She stood waiting for him to sit down. He stood waiting for her to sit down. They stood there. Buffy frowned. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the couch and pushed him down. Then she sat down, sitting very close to him, her thigh pressing up against his. She placed her hand on his thigh and lightly squeezed. He shot up as if the couch were spring loaded. He walked to the other side of the room.
"So, how was patrol?"
She pouted. "Fine."
"Any interesting demons?"
"No."
"Hmph. No vampires?"
"Just Spike."
"Ah….well, good of you to drop by to, uh…report, but, uh…it's late. I need to…..uh….get an early start."
She stood, began to walk over to him. He started to back away, trying to act nonchalant. He edged his way to the door opening it.
"Yes, well, goodnight." He looked outside and then back at her.
She walked right up to him. She put her hand on his chest. She could feel his muscles tighten under her hand. He pulled back as much as he could, trapped a little by his position by the door. He put his best serious watcher look on. "So, I'll see you tomorrow? For training?"
She nodded, cocking her head to one side, a crooked smile on her face. She could feel her nipples get hard thinking about today, thinking about how she could feel his nipple through his shirt, under her hand. She rubbed it a little, brushing it with her thumb. His eyes widened and he looked down at her hand, and then he saw her nipples. He jerked his head back up and grabbing her shoulder he turned her around until she was facing outside. He pushed her out the door shutting it behind her.
Giles leaned against the door. His cock was so hard he could barely think. He wondered if watchers were allowed to call in sick. Training tomorrow was going to be a disaster.
Stalking: Part 3
"Giles, would you stop that!" Xander glared at Giles.
"What? Stop what?" Giles jumped again as the front bell rang.
"That, that's what I'm talking about. You have been jumping every time the door opens."
"I have not."
Xander snorted. "Giles, you're a wreck." Xander's eyes widened. "There's not an end of the world thing going on is there? Something you just forgot to mention." He grimaced.
Giles stood mustering his dignity. "I would never forget to mention something like that. Hmph." He jumped again as the door opened once more. He relaxed when he saw it was Willow.
"Hey guys." Willow walked over to them. She tried to avoid looking at Giles.
"I'm glad you're here, Willow."
A sickly grin came over her face. "You are?"
Giles nodded. "Have you noticed anything….odd about Buffy lately?"
"Odd?" The word came out on a squeal.
"Yes, has she talked with you about anything…different?"
She shook her head emphatically. "No talking, no talking today of any kind, nope, no talking."
Xander frowned. "Weren't you in class all day together?"
She paused. "Well, yes, but that was different. That was school talking, you know books and pencils, that kind of stuff, no real talking of any kind." She jumped as the bell rang again. She and Giles both looked to see who it was. They relaxed when a customer walked in.
Xander stared at her and then at Giles. "Oh God, it's contagious. It's going to be happening to me soon, isn't it? My carefree days, gone." He sighed dramatically. He looked at Giles again. "What's up with Buff, why are you asking Will about her?"
Giles furrowed his brow. "She's just been acting a bit…."
"A bit….?" Xander prompted.
He didn't know what word to use. "…..preoccupied."
Xander lifted his eyebrows. "Preoccupied?" He watched Giles and Willow both start at the sound of the door again. Buffy strolled in. Giles moved behind the counter. Willow burrowed her nose in a book. Xander flashed Buffy a big smile. "Hey Buffy. Be forewarned, there's something very contagious going on around here."
"What do you mean?" She looked nervous.
"I can't fully explain, I haven't caught it yet, but it has something to do with the front door."
She sent him a look and he raised his hands. "Just don't say I didn't warn you, that's all I'm saying."
She turned her head to Giles and flashed him a brilliant smile. "Hey watcher-mine, let's go train."
"Why don't you go start to warm up, I'll be there in a moment." She nodded and slipped off her oversized t-shirt. She had on tight leggings and a sports bra. She walked over to Giles and stretched her shoulders back as if to let out some tension. Her breasts jutted out and lightly touched his chest. She released her stretch and grinning at him walked back to the training room.
Giles closed his eyes. He was hard again. He took a deep breath, sticking close to the counter. Giles looked up and saw Xander looking at him, his eyebrows almost off his forehead. "That was an accident right? I mean she was just standing too close to you, right?"
Giles put his elbows on the counter lowering his face to his hands. Xander looked at Willow. "Right?"
Willow slunk down in her chair and raised her book higher. Xander gasped. "Willow, did you do a spell?" Giles raised his head up and looked at her too.
She shook her head emphatically. "No, no spell. I have done no spells. I am completely spell free."
Xander frowned at her. "Not even a little one?"
She shook her head again. "No spells. I haven't done one in days." She caught Giles look. "Weeks, it's been weeks." Giles rolled his eyes. His body was back under control and he supposed he couldn't just not go in.
He walked into the back.
She was lying on the floor. She looked up at him as he came in. "I'm having a cramp in my leg. Can you rub it for me?"
"Of course." He gritted his teeth. He willed himself to think of Latin conjugations. He crouched down next to Buffy a questioning look on his face.
"Here." She pointed to her thigh. He gritted his teeth harder and began to massage her leg. She lay back, her hair spreading all around her and moaned a little. He shifted himself trying to face his body away from hers so she wouldn't see how unsuccessfully his conjugations were going.
"God, Giles, that feels so good." Her voice was husky. He looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed. Her lips were open, she was almost panting. Her nipples were pushing their way through her top. He groaned seeing her look like how he imagined she would look like if he were touching her, arousing her. He started to lean down, mesmerized by the sight of her.
She opened her eyes in response to his groan and he realized what he was about to do. He reared back, standing, going over to the window. He took a deep breath. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Buffy right now. He heard her get up and approach him. Without turning to look at her he bolted out the back door.
She stomped out to the main part of the shop. She threw herself in a chair. Xander and Willow both looked at her. Xander spoke. "That was a fast work out. Where's Giles?"
"Gone."
"Gone?"
"Gone."
"I don't get it, what do you mean gone? Like Hellmouth gone, like you slayed him gone, like he's gone to get jelly doughnuts gone?"
She crossed her arms over her breasts. "He's just gone, okay?"
Xander shrugged. "Fine. He's gone, I get it." He caught Willow's eyes and she looked confused too. "So, will he be back?"
Buffy made a frustrated noise. She stood up and paced around a little. "I'm gonna go look for him. I'll be back." She swept out the door.
Xander looked at Willow. "What's going on?"
Willow flashed him an innocent wide-eyed look. He rolled his eyes. He made a beeping noise. "Sorry, wrong answer, let's try contestant number two, what's going on?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Okay, not sure I believe you but let's give you the benefit of the doubt for the moment. What's up with Buffy? What was up with the….you know… the things against the thing there, with Giles."
The bell rang again and it was Giles this time. He looked around the shop carefully making note of the occupants. He relaxed marginally. He walked over to the table. "Buffy still in back?" His face sort of squinched up.
Xander spoke. "Nope, she's out looking for you. Apparently you were gone." He looked at Giles. "Good to have you back."
"Yes, well, thank you."
Willow decided the time was ripe for an exit. She stood throwing her backpack over her shoulder. "I'm….uh, I'm…late, yes I'm late. Have to go. Tara is waiting for me." She flashed them both a disconcerted smile and headed for the door. Both men watched her go. Giles sat down.
Xander turned his attention back to Giles. "Preoccupied?"
Giles took off his glasses and threw them on the table. He needed his world to be a little blurry. He rubbed his hand over his face.
The bell rang again. Xander put up a hand to reassure Giles as he started to turn around. "False alarm, it's not Buffy."
Giles blew out a breath and sat back. Then he sat up straight his eyes widening in alarm. Xander turned his head and saw Buffy enter through the side door. Buffy stormed over to Giles. "I've been looking for you. Why did you run off?"
"I…I…I…"
"Ay, ay, ay." Xander muttered to himself.
"I mean it Giles, why did you run away?" She stood there tapping her foot.
"I needed to beat it." His eyes widened in horror. "Beat…beat the deadline, beat the deadline for something I had to mail. I was afraid the post office would close."
She narrowed her eyes. Then she smiled. She walked over to him, went to stand behind him. She started rubbing his shoulders. "So, did everything…. come out okay? I would have been glad to help." He closed his eyes, a blush spreading across his face. She ran her hands down the length of his arms her breasts pressing up against his upper back. She breathed in his ear. Her tongue came out and licked his earlobe. "I'll see you tonight, after patrol." She stood, flashed Xander a grin and grabbing her t-shirt, she left the store.
Giles caught Xander's eyes, which were bugging out of his head. Xander gasped, "Giles, what the hell was that? Did I wake up in the wrong world? Was that Buffy? Did she….Giles, she was totally coming on to you. You did see that right?" He looked at Giles, hoping that maybe Giles hadn't seen it, that hopefully it hadn't happened. "I mean, earlier, Buffy and the… you know.. the stretch thing, it could have been an accident, right? But this." He held his hand pointing as if Buffy was still standing there behind Giles. Giles didn't know what to say. He and Xander sat looking at each other. Giles put his face in his hands.
Xander reached out and put his hand on Giles' shoulder in a moment of male solidarity. He spoke again, "Hey big G, if she's set her sights on you, you might as well just give up. Bigger men than you have fallen under the power of the Buffinator."
Giles slumped in his chair. "Xander, I'm her watcher for God's sake."
"And that means…?
Giles blushed. "I…she….we…"
"What? Something from the slayer handbook? No watcher/slayer hanky panky?"
"N…not exactly."
"So, no rules about that stuff?"
Giles looked at Xander. "Just my own."
Xander nodded. He thought about how Buffy had acted. "Yeah, well good luck keeping them."
Giles nodded morosely. He was running out of luck.
Xander looked at Giles, "You know it sort of makes sense."
Giles looked at him, eyebrows high, "Wh..what?"
"You and Buffy."
"Wh..what?"
"You said that already." Xander paused. "I mean, you're together all the time. You both have that destiny thing going on. You both have rotten track records for the romance thing and no hope on the horizon." He looked at Giles, opening his mouth again to speak.
Giles lifted both his hands, "Stop, just stop. Don't say another thing, I beg of you." Xander shut his mouth.
"I'm just saying once you get past the total eeww factor and the years of therapy I'll need, that it makes a certain sense, that's all.
Giles glared at Xander. Xander stood. "I'm going. See me leaving. Color me gone." He walked out the door.