Travelling Light
by: Saint Buffy
Rated NC-17
Pairing: B/G
Spoilers: Not really. This is set any time in post Riley S5.
Feedback: Is a wonderful thing…
Disclaimer: They're not mine, please don't sue.
Summary: Giles is going away, and Buffy decides to help him pack. However, the contents of his suitcase soon puts a much better idea in her head.
"Giles!" Buffy sung out as she came into his apartment. "Giles?"
"Up here," he called down from the loft. Buffy turned and headed for the stairs.
"Hey Giles, I just got back from patrol and-" she stopped talking when she saw his bedroom. Giles stood by his dresser, a shirt in one hand. Clothes were piled in rough heaps on his bed, and there was a suitcase open on a chair. "You're going away?"
"Just for three nights," he said, turning towards her. Buffy backed up a few steps.
"You're going away, and you didn't tell me?" she asked, voice rising.
"I came round earlier, and phoned, but you were out," Giles said gently, sitting back on the edge of his bed. Buffy folded her arms.
"I was shopping with Willow. You couldn't have told me yesterday?"
"I, I didn't know yesterday. A friend of mine called this morning, inviting me to a conference. He's an expert in sub-Saharan… he's an historian."
Buffy sat down on the edge of Giles's dresser, feeling awkward.
"Oh," she said. "Okay. When are you leaving?"
"First thing tomorrow," he replied. "I'll give you the number of the hotel where I'll be staying. You can call, any time, if you need me," Giles said, reaching into his wallet. He offered Buffy a card, and she took it silently and pushed it into a pocket without looking.
"Expert in sub-Saharan what?" she asked, feeling more like herself. Giles smiled.
"Tribal culture," he supplied. "He'll be giving a lecture on it… quite fascinating, really," he finished, looking down at his hands with an embarrassed smile. He turned back to the piles on the bed. "I should get on with this."
Buffy watched as he folded a pair of pants and pushed them into his case.
"You shouldn't put those down there. You're taking those books?" she said, standing up and gesturing to a pile of books on a chair. Giles nodded.
"Yes."
"You should put those in first, they're heavier. And fold your pants like this," Buffy said, taking them out of the case. "God, I know I pack bad, but at least I know how to fold."
"Thank you," Giles said dryly, leaning back, propping himself on his arms as Buffy pushed the pants further into his case. Buffy looked up at him, leaning casually on his bed, shirt open at the neck, hair fluffed up, watching her with an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She couldn't help noticing he looked as sexy as hell. Even though it was Giles, and she wasn't supposed to think about him like that, it didn't change the animal attraction she felt when their eyes met, or when she took in the strong line of his shoulders, the power of his chest.
"You want me to help you pack?" she asked, a little hoarsely. He shrugged.
"I didn't know I had a choice," he said, still looking at her with that slight smile, eyes playful. Buffy looked down and grabbed a sweater, feeling the soft material stroke her fingers as she folded it, imagining the feel of her watcher's strong arms under the sleeves. She cleared her throat.
"You need all the help you can get," she said, more business-like. Giles sat up and began to sort through the piles of his things.
"I have done this before, you know," he said mildly. Buffy glared.
"You've got enough shirts here to last six weeks. Where are you going, a hell dimension?"
Giles glared back at her and began to fold his shirts.
"Are you sure you don't have anything better to do?" he asked tiredly. Buffy pouted and continued to trawl through the piles of clothes on his bed.
"I'm only trying to help," she said. "I know what it's like, remember? It's hard not to bring your entire wardrobe." She came across a pile of underwear, sensible black boxers and socks, and decided that she didn't want to think about that. The intimacy of the situation suddenly struck home- she was in Giles's bedroom, sitting on his bed, going through his clothes, his scent all around them, seeing his boxers for the first time.
"I am not bringing my entire wardrobe," he said, glaring at her again and snatching his underwear out of sight. He stuffed the pile into his suitcase, and Buffy sighed at the haphazard way he pushed his things in, although there was no way she was going to organise *that* part of his luggage. She was already reaching her embarrassment threshold, but the Stubborn Buffy part of her wouldn't let her give in now.
"And for God's sake," she said, pulling yet another thick sweater out of his suitcase. Giles leapt forward to stop her.
"Buffy, I-"
"-It's summer, you won't need-" Buffy saw what was hidden beneath the sweater and choked on her words. "Condoms?"
He snatched his sweater out of her hand, bright red, but threw it on his bed instead of back into the case.
"Please, Buffy, I am perfectly capable of packing by myself," he said awkwardly. Buffy refused to let him distract her.
"Condoms?" she repeated, reaching in to grab a pack before she knew what she was doing. "Ribbed? Bumper- *two packs*?!"
"They really are none of your business," Giles replied in his nicest keep-out-of-it voice. Buffy ignored him.
"Two packs," she repeated, doing the math. "You're only going for three days!" Giles sat on the edge of his bed and sighed.
"I always find that one should- it's best to be prepared."
"Prepared!" Buffy echoed, then realised she was acting a little crazily. She threw the pack back into his case hurriedly and moved away a few paces, trying to calm herself down. "I guess so."
"I need some things from the bathroom," Giles said, and thankfully left her alone. As soon as Giles's back disappeared into the corridor leading to bathroom, Buffy turned back to his case and rummaged through it, looking for any other incriminating additions. Realising what she was doing, the slayer sat heavily on her watcher's bed. What was she looking for? A pair of fur lined cuffs? Less sensible underwear? she told herself. So her watcher was hoping to get lucky at this conference. a suspicious part of her mind told her. Buffy told it to shut up.
"I'm going crazy," Buffy said out loud, fiddling with one of the shirts on his bed. A red one, she noticed.
Buffy leapt away from the bed and began to pace the small bedroom. Giles wouldn't sneak off to see someone without telling her, she told herself, although she knew that might not be true. He always got so embarrassed whenever… this stuff came up, he *would* probably just make something up. He might just do that.
"Buffy?" a voice asked from the doorway. Giles came in, clutching a bag of things from the bathroom.
"Are you really going to a conference?" she asked before she could stop herself, then winced. "I'm sorry-"
Giles opened his mouth, looking confused, then his eyes switched to his case and back.
"You think I'm- Buffy!" he said, angered. "I wouldn't lie to you about where I was going."
"Wouldn't you?" Buffy replied defensively, then saw that the conversation was spinning out of control. "I'm sorry."
"Of course not! You're the most important-" he stopped himself, although Buffy felt a flush go through her at his heated words. Most important? "I'm not meeting anyone, Buffy, there's…" he sighed and sat on his bed, fiddling with the bag he was holding. "There's no one to meet." He studied the bag in his hands. Buffy stared down at him.
"Most important?" she managed eventually. He looked up at her, seeming surprised.
"Of course," he said, without hesitation, letting the bag fall on to his bed. Buffy slid down next to him, slowly, unable to take her eyes from him. "What is it?"
"Nothing," she murmured, twisting so that she was facing him, studying her watcher's face intently. He looked back, open, watching her expressions change patiently. "I just never really thought about-"
"About what?" he murmured, moving to face her as well, one hand reaching out to rest on her knee. Buffy shivered at his touch. His eyes drew her in, dark, captivating, their colour indescribably true. She reached out a hand and rested it on his cheek, feeling the rough prickle of his evening stubble against her fingers, and watched as a shudder went through him and he closed his eyes.
"I don't know," she said, unable to remember what she had been thinking before she touched him. He opened his eyes again, watching her quietly, and images and ideas spiralled through her mind; his red shirt beneath them, green eyes, the sharpness of his beard, the condoms in his suitcase. Her first finger slipped over his cheek to touch his lips, softly parted, his breath caressing her skin. Buffy shook herself, and began to rise.
"I should-"
He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, pulling her down, his other hand rising to touch the back of her neck and guide her head as his mouth met hers.
They pulled together immediately, arms snaking around each other's backs, hands clinging to clothes. His mouth slanted over hers, hungry, tilting her head with one hand, tongue striking over her lips. Buffy rearranged her legs so they could cling even closer to each other, her legs curving around his waist. Giles's bag of bathroom accessories fell to the floor, followed by three books and his wallet, but nothing could distract the slayer from the feel of her watcher's mouth against hers, his hot breath, strong hands bringing her closer. He teased her, kiss her lips over and over until she leant against him helplessly, wrapped in his arms, then he pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring carefully, stroking her back and her neck with one hand.
They sent more things to the floor as they fell slowly back into the bed. Buffy moaned against his mouth as Giles lowered her down, lying half on top of her, kissing her deeply, his mouth incredibly satisfying. Her hands began to explore, timidly at first, growing more bold, running over his solid shoulders, through his hair, down his back, feeling the warm give of his flesh under her hands. He swept one hand blindly over the bed, shoving piles of clothes and things to the floor, growing more passionate. Buffy responded, moaning uncontrollably as his hand swept a wide path from her neck, across her chest, over her stomach and down to grip her waist.
They broke apart, mouths moving to explore other areas. Buffy stretched out as Giles kissed her neck, weaving her fingers into his hair.
A stray leg sent another pile of papers to the floor, and they both began to laugh. He pulled away.
"Where are you going?" Buffy asked, holding on to his hand, suddenly afraid. Giles smiled down at her, resting the backs of his fingers on her cheek.
"I think we're going to need a bit more room," he said, his voice sounding strange- different to the usual Giles-tone. Less well controlled. Buffy loved it. She smiled up at him, and sat up, helping him move his things to the floor.
"Well, I did say I'd help you pack," she said, pushing the last of his things to one side. Giles laughed and turned back to her, pulling her into his arms.
"You did," he murmured, the heat in his voice making her shiver as he bent to kiss her.
Seconds later, Buffy was on her back, arms wrapped desperately around him, her breath coming erratically as Giles kissed everything his inquisitive mouth could find. His hands appeared under her shirt, and they moved to lift it off between them. Her skirt soon joined the heaps of clothes on the floor, and his shirt vanished somehow, neither of them able to move fast enough. Soon they were both naked, and Buffy was almost screaming out her pleasure as Giles moved over her, kissing, biting, stroking her with his hands and his tongue, claiming her. She touched him, everywhere she could, his hot skin more sensual than anything she had felt before. The hair on his chest, his breath against her, his scent pressed into her skin, all sent unbearable shivers though her. His hands strayed down, rubbing the inside of her thighs as his mouth worked over her front. He massaged her legs, teasing her with warm, big hands, and sucked softly on her nipples. Buffy writhed against him, legs spreading of their own accord, her feet sliding up his legs.
Giles moved up, sliding his arms beneath her and meeting her mouth for a deep kiss, driving every hair on Buffy's body on end. Nothing in the world could possibly be better than this, she thought, the feeling of their bodies together, the weight of his chest spreading her breasts, his hips nestled between her thighs.
He moved slightly against her as they kissed, sending his cock up and down, coarse curls of hair rubbing against the soft skin of her thigh. Buffy moved her hand down, revelling in the flushed skin around her, then reached for his cock, touching it experimentally, discovering hardness and heat. She slid her fingers down his length, eyes widening when she realised how big he was, and he tore his mouth away to swear against her neck, thrusting into her hand. Buffy smiled wickedly and repeated the action, twice as slowly, making him fight to stay in control of himself.
"Stop it," he told her, grabbing her wrist firmly and dragging her hand from the place where they were joined. He kissed her, hard, his tongue battling with hers. They clung together more violently, hands grabbing skin and hair, Buffy's legs wrapped around him until Giles pushed her thighs apart with his hands, impatient, mouth still on hers. Buffy opened her eyes to watch eagerly as his slim hips descended over hers, fitting himself to her, the tip of his cock pressing against her opening. Their eyes met. Giles smiled down at her, arms enclosing, and watched as he moved his shaft up and down over her. Buffy choked out a cry, grabbing his butt to try and bring him closer.
"Giles," she begged, slanting her hips for him, open and careless. With a slow smile, her watcher cupped her backside and slid the first inch of his cock inside her.
Buffy sucked in her breath as he advanced, feeling the walls of her vagina stretch to accommodate him, arching her back. Her eyes closed ecstatically, her body and mind focussed on the smooth entry. Finally, they both gasped as he was fully embedded, the heat between them making Buffy feel almost as if they were being fused together.
She moved her hips, wonderingly, feeling him inside her, and he began to thrust in response, deliberately, staying in control while Buffy felt hers slipping away with every pounding lunge of his hips. He seemed to surge inside her with his whole body, taking her not only with his cock, but from every last place he had, scoring her with kisses, driving her wild.
"All right?" he asked tightly, looking down at her with a mixture of wonder and desire. Buffy nodded.
"Giles…" she said, rising against him, unable to string two words together. His smile changed to a look of masculine pride and he lowered his head to tease her neck and shoulders, tilting her hips at the same time. Buffy cried out when he thrust again, faster, striking deep into the upper wall of her vagina, and she completely lost control, heaving against him as she came.
"Gi…. God!" she screamed into his neck, pulling him closer still, hands clutching at her watcher's body. He waited until she was still, breathing hard, eyes half shut in delight, before letting his hands stroke across her chest and stomach again. She smiled blissfully at him as he lowered his head to kiss her breasts.
When she started to moan again at his touch, Giles began to thrust into her again, slowly at first, then faster and harder as he began to lose control. Buffy leant her head back, eyes shut, hips rising at every thrust, pleasure blazing through her.
"Buffy…" Giles groaned warningly, grabbing her hips to take her deeper.
"Giles," Buffy moaned back, on the brink of another orgasm. Neither of them were able to remember words more complicated than names; instead they communicated through the rhythm of their thrusts, through shaky touches and fervent kisses, each stroke driving them closer to the edge.
He came first, with a deep groan, and she followed, losing control as he pushed his seed into her. He thrust over and over again, taking her deeper, until they were spent, gasping and limp in each other's arms.
Buffy fiddled with his hair as she came down, twirling a curl around her finger, mind blank but for impressions of softness and contentment. Giles stirred, pulling out, taking his weight off her body.
"Damn," he said, eyes opening more fully.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Condom. We didn't-"
"Pill," she reassured him, and giggled at his relief.
"Should've asked first," he said apologetically, neither of them up to full sentences yet. Buffy kissed him in reply, brushing her lips against his, and he caught the back of her neck and pulled her closer, kissing deeply, exploring her mouth.
Buffy sighed happily when he released her. "You got any room to pack me in your suitcase?" she asked, running her foot up his leg. Giles groaned softly and leant his head on her shoulder, the weight of his head against her feeling so sweet Buffy could have cried.
"It is a double room," he observed after a moment. Buffy sighed.
"I can't. Dawn-"
"I know," Giles said, and for a while they lay in silence. He laid one hand on her stomach, stroking her skin with his thumb, seemingly intent on the movement. "I don't have to go, you know," he said. Buffy ruffled his hair.
"You're looking forward to it," she said. Giles looked up.
"I was," he admitted. "Before my slayer ambushed me in my own bedroom."
His teasing lead to a short tickling tussle, which inevitably lead to more kissing, Giles leaning over her, pinning one arm to the bed. He let go of her mouth and began to work his way down her front again.
"I did not ambush you," Buffy said.
"Mmm," he replied, muffled against her skin.
"Giles?" Buffy asked suddenly. He lifted his head up. "What are we going to do?"
He hesitated, then came back up to pull her into his arms. He kissed her again, softly, and Buffy knew he was prevaricating instead of answering her question but it felt so good she let him.
"Talk when I get back?" Giles asked eventually, watching for her reaction. Buffy nodded.
"Lots of heavy Buffy thinking to do, then," she said lightly. Giles smiled at her and kissed her again. She smiled at how affectionate he suddenly was, open and generous with himself, the opposite of the reserved, cool man she had once taken him for.
"I don't want to put any pressure on you," he said in a low voice. They lay back, still wrapped together, yet thinking separate thoughts.
"Want me to help you pack?" Buffy offered again after a while.
"There'll be certain things I won't be taking, now," Giles noted, and Buffy smiled inwardly.
"You packed way too much anyway," she said. Giles leant to kiss her shoulder.
"Yes, well, neither of us are ones for travelling light," he said a little uncomfortably. Buffy turned to him, shuffling round in the bed to study his familiar, beloved face, lined with the past he still carried. Her watcher- her man, now- never travelled light.
"Maybe when you get back, we can teach each other how it's done," she said. He smiled and they kissed, lips sealing a promise for the future.
"We'll talk," he said again as they broke apart, and Buffy suspected, somehow, that they wouldn't have to.
THE END