Under the Mistletoe
by: Gileswench
Rated NC-17
Title: Under The Mistletoe 1/3
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 12/7/00
Spoilers: Here and there. Through Season 5 up to this point to be really safe.
Summary: Will mistletoe lead to a new romance for our favorite Slayer?
Rating: PG-13 for this part. It'll get naughtier later on, though.
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Distribution: Gabi if she wants it, UCSL. All others, ask and ye shall receive.
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.
Dedication: To Shawna who unleashed this particular plot bunny on me. I hope you like what it has bred.
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Xander looked pointedly above Buffy's head and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Why, Buffy, look what you're standing under yet again!" As he moved in for the kiss, she backed away.
"I don't believe it! Who keeps moving that damned weed?"
"I'd love to take the credit, but I didn't do it. Now pucker up, babe" He leaned forward until his lips landed, not on Buffy's lips, but the palm of her hand which she held before her mouth.
"No, Xander. I've already been forced to kiss you three times. Not to mention the fact that I've also ended up kissing four total strangers, Tara and Spike. And somebody needs to tell that vamp that mistletoe kisses do not include tongue!"
"Why didn't you tell him that?"
"Because he had his down my throat at the time. There is not enough mouthwash in the world, Xand."
"And in exchange for that visual, let me give you a fabulous demonstration of how I look when I barf."
"Why is Spike here, anyway? I can't believe Giles invited him."
"I don't think he did. What's with Giles tonight, for that matter? I've never seen him look so nervous. And he turns this funny shade of green every time you end up under the magic nookie blossom."
Buffy shrugged. "I've given up trying to figure out my Watcher-man. He's been acting all funny for weeks now."
"As opposed to the way he's been acting normal for the past four years."
"You know what I mean, Xander. He's been all blushy and stuttery like he was when I first met him, only more so."
"He's like he was with Ms. Calendar. Do you think there's somebody new on the horizon? It's not Olivia again, is it?"
"I don't think so. He never got blushy about her. He turned into Hugh Hefner, but that's another story."
Xander went briefly non-verbal at the image of beautiful women wearing nothing but bunny ears. It was a pity he would never be able to talk Anya into living out that fantasy with him. Darn rabbit phobia!
By the time his ears focused again, Buffy had moved over to the sofa, the better to raid the plate of cookies on the coffee table.
"So do you think there may be romance in the air for the G-man?"
"Don't call him that, Xander. You know he hates it. And there better not be."
"Whoa, that sounded pretty darn angry. Why the glare of death at the idea of Giles getting a happy?"
"You know what happens when he gets romancey. Bad things happen. Ms. Calendar died, Olivia went back to Merry Olde Englande in a huff and an alcoholic stupor, and I don't want to be afraid to come here because I might find some floozy prancing around in his shirt again. It was really, really gross, and he's not supposed to be doing that. He's supposed to be here for me. How can he be if he's skipping through the daisies with some tramp?"
"O-kay; backing away slowly and removing all sharp objects from the vicinity. Buffy, did you just listen to a word you said?"
"What? What did I say?"
"What you said wasn't the half of it. Did you listen to how you said it?" Willow added from behind her.
"Huh?" was Buffy's intelligent rejoinder.
"You sounded all jealous, Buffy." The redhead informed her.
"Yeah. What's with the Othello?"
The girls looked at Xander dumbfounded.
"What? I can't read because I'm not College Guy?" He took a handful of cookies and walked away smugly.
The girls looked at one another, shrugged, and went back to emptying the cookie plate.
"Where's Riley tonight?" Willow thought it best to move on to a safer topic.
"Not here." the blonde replied shortly.
"Buffy...?"
"Okay, he's not here because he's been hanging out at Willie's Place picking up strange vamps and inviting them over to his place for a bite. Literally. It was kinda the last straw."
"You mean you broke up?"
"I can't deal with that, Will. Not on top of everything else. If I'm gonna have a boyfriend, he has to be someone a little more stable than that."
"But maybe he just needs some help."
"Truer words were never spoken. But he won't take it from me, and I can't sit here watching him self-destruct because he can't get it through his head that I want to help him. I need some help right now, too. So I did the only thing I could come up with; I called Graham. He's gonna get him to a good shrink. Now let's drop this. We're at a party and I intend to have some fun. And hopefully avoid that stupid mistletoe."
"I saw you and Tara. Should I be jealous?" Willow grinned.
"As if. I like Tara, really I do, but she's not my type. A little too female for my taste."
"That's good. I'd hate to have to put a curse on my best friend for stealing my girl."
"Not that I'm having much luck on the guy front. Another relationship shot to hell on the Hellmouth. Maybe I should try a girl. You and Xand both seem to have done okay with that."
"I don't think it's the fact that they're girls. I think it's more like my Grandma Rosenburg used to say: 'there's a lid for every pot'."
"What was that about a lid of pot, Red? Is there a bong going? Wouldn't have thought the Watcher would do something that naughty in front of the kiddies. Won't even let me light a fag in here."
"What are you doing here, Spike?"
"Just enjoying the party, Slayer. I like parties. Especially Christmas parties where I can kiss pretty girls under the mistletoe." He leered sweetly at her.
"Try that again and I'll rip your arm off and feed it to you."
"Temper, Pet. I was only trying to be sociable."
"You were only trying to fish my tonsils out. Believe me, if I need that job done I won't be calling you."
Buffy flounced away. Spike stared after her.
"What? Was it something I said?"
Willow shot him a withering glare. "Bite me, Spike." She followed her friend.
"I would if I bloody could." He bit a cookie instead.
Buffy found her Watcher in conversation with a woman who looked to be some years younger than Giles and quite intrigued with him. She swallowed the urge to hit the interloper before lightly touching Giles on the arm to attract his attention.
"Ah, Buffy. Are you enjoying the party?"
He smiled hopefully at her.
"Overflowing with holiday cheeriness." she assured him. "But I have to go now. I have that...thing I have to do tonight."
"That thing...? Oh, of course, yes. I-if you must. But please, do come back after, i-if you can."
"I'll try. It may be late."
"Never mind how late it is. I, um, I expect this party will continue for some time. A-and you know how I worry."
"I'm just gonna do a quick one tonight. I'll be back before you can say 'naughty or nice'."
He went with her to the door like a good host.
"Who was that girl you were talking to?"
"Oh, her name is Leslie. She's just been rather a good customer at the shop, so Anya invited her."
"Anya's inviting people to your parties?"
"Well, she is rather...insistent. And she seems to be under the impression that I'm, er, interested in Leslie."
"Are you? Interested in her?"
"Not especially, no." He was blushing furiously. "You see, there's, well, there's s-somebody else. But she doesn't care for me, I'm afraid."
"Then she's a great big dummy." Buffy assured him. She didn't want him to be with some floozy, but she hated the idea of somebody not appreciating Giles the way he deserved. "What's not to care for? If she doesn't like you, she should have her head examined. And probably shock treatment."
By the time Buffy had finished, Giles was polishing his glasses with surprising industry. He replaced them and smiled shyly at his Slayer.
"You've entirely too good an opinion of me, you know."
"I just know that you're one of the good guys. I better patrol now."
"Yes, yes, of course. I'll, um, see you later, then?"
"I already said I'd be back, and I'm a Slayer of my word." Her tone was teasing, but her eyes were sincere. Giles found he needed to look elsewhere and chose an upward direction. At his startled glance, Buffy followed his gaze only to find that the dreaded mistletoe had followed her yet again. "Great. Everywhere I go, there that thing is. It's stalking me."
"Oh. Well, that's all right. You needn't if you'd rather not."
Buffy almost thanked him for understanding until she saw the hurt in his eyes.
"No, Giles, it's okay, really. I think you're practically the only person here I haven't kissed. Pucker up and go for it."
"Are you certain, Buffy?"
"Giles. I said it's okay. It's a tradition. Besides, Spike is watching. Let's show him how it's done."
She grinned up at Giles only to have her breath taken away. He was looking at her with a combination of joy, fear, and desire that she'd never seen on his face. He bent down, moving one large hand to cradle the back of her head as his lips descended to hers. She put her hands to his chest to steady herself and was pleasantly surprised by the warm solidity she felt there.
The kiss didn't really last very long. Not even long enough to be commented upon by those few who observed it. But to Buffy it seemed an all too brief eternity. She hadn't expected to be moved by a kiss from Giles of all people, let alone swept off her feet, but she was. It was as though he'd transferred his heart to her with a single look and a gentle kiss. She didn't know what to do in the face of such overwhelming and unexpected emotion.
"I'd....better go now. Bye."
She hurried out the door into the night.
As Buffy strolled her third graveyard, she found herself concentrating more on The Kiss, which was already being capitalized in her mind, than on vampires. She couldn't believe she'd let Giles kiss her. She couldn't believe she'd kissed him back. She really couldn't believe how much she wanted him to kiss her again. And again. And again.
Great. Now she was having naughty lustful thoughts of her Watcher. In fact, as she walked, they became naughtier and naughtier. Not to mention more lustful. This was...not good. Uber bad.
But was it really all that bad? He was single, she was single, and neither one had a nasty soul-sucking, anti-nookie curse on them. Of course there was the ick factor that he'd slept with her mother once, but that had been while they were both drugged on cursed chocolate, They hadn't done anything like that since. Had they? She felt pretty sure not. After all, they could barely look one another in the face for months afterward. And she'd never gone over to his place to find her mom in his shirt. So, fluke. Not of the truly important. But handy ammo for future squabbles. Could be worse.
And he was older. A lot older. For the first time, Buffy began to wonder just how much older he was. She knew he'd reached adulthood well before she was born, but how much did that really matter? So he had a few gray hairs; he'd probably outlive her anyway. And he was stable. A responsible businessman who just happened to devote his entire life to keeping her safe. And he was in really good shape. That was obvious from both his trim figure and the feel of his chest earlier. She found herself idly wondering what it would feel like to play with his chest hair. She'd never cared for hairy chests before, but she thought the fact that he had one was sorta sexy. Uh oh. That's a major sign of love.
Of course there was that whole 'there's somebody else' thing he'd talked about. That would be a much worse problem. What if this mysterious 'somebody' decided she wanted him after all? Who was she? And could Buffy beat her to a bloody stain if she tried to take Giles away? Or would he remind her that wasn't what the good guys did?
Her thoughts were interrupted by her Spidey sense kicking in on someone behind her.
"You know, this is just not a good night for derailing my train of thought."
She twirled around to face the vampire, deftly dropping a stake from her sleeve at the same time. Raising her weapon on high, she dropped her arm as soon as she saw who it was.
"Spike. Great, you ruin the party for me and now you're here to, what? Play tongue hockey again? That's not a game I want to play with you, in case you hadn't noticed."
The vampire covered his hurt by pulling a tough-guy attitude. "Yeah, like I'd want to kiss you. I was only, whaddycallit, following tradition. And it's not like I'm the only one. I saw you kiss Red's little Wicca friend. Not to mention good old Rupert. Bet you liked that one, didn't you? All wrinkly and nearsighted like he is. That musta been fun. Surprised you didn't gag."
"Actually, the only time I felt like gagging tonight was when you tried to extract my toenails with your tongue. It felt like swallowing an ashtray."
"Yeah, well, like you tasted any better. All gingerbread men and diet soda. Enough to make a self-respecting vampire spew."
Buffy shook her head. "I don't have time for this conversation, Spike. Just remember, if you ever see me standing under a piece of mistletoe again, I will stake you if you come within three feet of me. Got that?"
"Oh, big threat. Like I'd want to do that again. You and your stupid...sweater."
"What's wrong with my sweater? Never mind. Go back to your crypt, Spike. Harmony's not gonna wait around if you're out all night every night bugging me. She'll get a clue. Just like Drusilla did."
Spike snorted. "How long you think Captain Cardboard's gonna stick around when I tell him you were practically shagging your Watcher in front of a whole party?"
"We weren't shagging. It was one, tiny kiss. A mistletoe kiss. It's not even like it's gonna happen again."
"Oh come on! Don't even tell me you're as blind as that. He wants you, Buffy. If you can't tell that, then you're even less intelligent than Harm. That old, dried up, wrinkled, gray-haired...librarian wants to take a poke at you. It's disgusting."
Whatever reaction he was expecting, Spike obviously wasn't getting it. A slow smile spread across Buffy's face.
"I'm 'somebody'."
"What? You gone daft now as well? What the hell are you talking about?"
Buffy grabbed the vampire by his arms. "Spike! I'm 'somebody'! I could kiss you!"
"Well, if you insist..." He began to lower his head toward hers.
"You try it, you're dust."
Buffy turned and strode away determinedly.
"Make up your mind, will you!" Spike called after her. He kicked a headstone viciously in frustration. "Bloody Slayer!"
*****
Meanwhile, back at Giles' party, Willow, Xander and Tara were all crowded together comfortably on the sofa engaged in denuding a fresh platter of cookies.
"So how have you guys been doing it anyway? What wacky wicca tricks are you using?"
Willow shrugged and Tara smiled crookedly. "It's not magic, Xander" the redhead told him. "We just keep taking it down and moving it somewhere else when neither one of them is looking. We figured eventually they would both end up under it, which they did."
"And from there on in, it's a matter of fate. Or Karma, or something." Tara looked pleased with herself.
"Sneaky." Xander grinned his approval. "There's only one thing wrong with this little scenario you two cooked up; to wit the fact that the Buffster has gone from among us and there has been the sharing of only one smooch. What makes you think she'll want another?"
"Trust me. There was serious chemistry. Did you see the way Giles kept staring at the door for the next hour? He's trying to will her back here."
"Okay, so Giles is hooked like a fish. However, I know from painful experience that just because a guy wants, doesn't mean a girl does too. I repeat, what makes you think she'll want to be with him?"
"C'mon, Xand. You heard her earlier. She wasn't even that territorial over Angel. She wants. He wants. They want. After that kiss, they may even get."
"And if they still can't figure it out, I've been researching truth spells." Tara's heavy-lidded smile grew even broader. "They can't hide if they can't lie."
"Remind me never to get you two mad at me."
At that moment, Giles came over to the sofa.
"And what precisely are you lot up to?" he asked noting their various smugly knowing faces.
"Nothing. Not a thing. Up to nothing tonight save for the partying." Xander babbled.
Giles folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow pointedly. "All right, what mischief have you gotten into now?"
"No mischief here." Willow lied unconvincingly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." While Tara was not a good liar, she was somewhat better at it than her lover.
"You three are up to something and I want to know what it is this instant." When Giles used his 'teacher voice', the Scoobies were helpless before him. Luckily for them, Willow noticed movement by the door.
"Look, Giles, people are starting to leave. You can't not say goodbye to them. It wouldn't be polite."
He hesitated but a moment before deciding his duties as host took precedence over grilling his young friends. "All right, but when I get back, I want some answers." He indulged himself with one more threatening look before he turned.
"That was too close. I vote we duck out the back before he can stop us."
The witches both agreed. By the time Giles returned to the sofa, his friends were long gone. As he stood there fuming at their escape, Anya approached.
"Where's Xander? I know he was just here. I want to go home."
"I've no idea where he's gotten to."
"That's just great." The girl's eyes brimmed over with tears. "He dumped me. I'm officially a scorned woman. Two years ago I would have been calling on myself for revenge."
"How about if I call you a cab instead?" Giles absently handed her a handkerchief as he went to make the call.
*****
When everyone had left, Giles began tidying the apartment. He was slowed in his endeavor by his frequent heartfelt stares at the door. All he could think of was The Kiss. He'd even begun to capitalize it in his mind.
Kissing Buffy had been every bit as sweet as his guilty fantasies had led him to believe it would be. She'd been just as warm, and soft as he'd hoped, and then some. And just as frightened as every cold wave of realism had told him she would be.
This beautiful golden girl deserved so much better. Yet he craved her touch with every fiber of his being. He could no longer deny that the true reason he had stayed in this godforsaken place when he was fired as her Watcher was that he was hopelessly in love with her. Now he would probably end up having to leave for the same reason.
The cheerful Christmas carols irritated him now, so he switched off the stereo with a bit more feeling than was strictly necessary.
He looked at the remains of his party and decided there was nothing he really had to deal with before morning. It would be enough to put away the leftover food for now. He was tired and depressed and felt as though he'd aged twenty years in an evening.
He switched off the lights, loosened his tie, and started up the stairs to the loft. Halfway up, he considered going back for a drink, but it seemed like too much effort.
Even undressing struck Giles as too much effort, yet he forced himself out of his suit and into the pajama pants he wore to bed. No good giving in to sloth. If nothing else, that was what his father had always said he would do. He wouldn't give the old buzzard the satisfaction of being right.
Once he'd gotten into bed, however, sleep would not come. Every time he tried to close his eyes, all he could see was Buffy looking at him, stricken and confused. Still, after a time, exhaustion took over and he did fall into fitful slumber.
Thus it was that he didn't hear the front door open and softly close again. Nor did he hear light footsteps on the stairway, then padding into his bedroom. Nor did he see the tender smile Buffy gave as she approached his bed.
Buffy was grateful for Slayer night vision. She could see in the dark like a cat, which meant there was little chance of her tripping or bumping into furniture. Now all she had to do was figure out how to wake Giles without giving him a heart attack. That wouldn't be any good for her plans at all.
She slipped to his bedside and looked at him. He lay on his back, one arm across his stomach, the other was flung across the empty side of the bed. The covers had slipped down, or perhaps had never been fully pulled up, and left his chest exposed. Yup. Definitely of the sexy variety. Strong, finely muscled, with a light dusting of curls across it. There were scars, as well. Buffy wanted to heal them with her kisses, though she knew that was an irrational thought.
As she stood there wondering what her next move should be, Giles rolled to his side and began to snore softly. Buffy's smile grew even gentler. Great. She thought it was cute that Giles snored. Every time she'd woken up to find Riley snoring, she'd pinched his nose shut until he woke up. First jonesing for body hair, then thinking snoring was adorable. How far gone could a girl be?
Buffy moved to sit on the edge of the bed. As some unpleasant nocturnal imagining caused Giles' brow to furrow, she reached out a hand to smooth the frown away. In an instant, he was wide awake and gripping her wrist firmly.
"Giles, Giles, it's okay. It's just me."
He let go of her and switched on the bedside lamp as he pulled the covers up for modesty's sake.
"Whatever are you doing here, Buffy?"
"I said I'd be back after patrol."
"Yes, but what are you doing in my bedroom?"
"Well, that's sorta where you are."
"And how did you get in? I know I didn't open the door."
"No, but you didn't lock it either. We are so going to have a talk about that later on. Anyway, it's locked now, so nobody will bother us."
"B-bother...us? Buffy, whatever are you talking about?"
Her hand had returned to stroking his brow, occasionally working itself into his hair. She leaned close to him.
"When you kissed me tonight, I realized something. I want to be with you."
Giles swallowed hard as he willed himself to wake from this lovely but tormenting dream. It had never been so real before. She had never smiled so sweetly at him or kept her clothes on so long either. Could it be real? Surely not.
"Um, could you maybe say something Giles? The suspense is killing me here."
"I-I-I don't know what to say, Buffy. Are you, are you sure?"
She nodded. "Almost."
"Almost?" Now he knew he was awake. Dream Buffy would have said 'yes' unequivocally and would already be straddling his lap. "What will it take to make you certain?"
The Slayer pulled a bunch of mistletoe out from behind her back and held it over Giles' head. "Let's start with another kiss and see if that does it."
She held the sprig above Giles' head and closed the space between their lips. Her free hand moved to his shoulder, caressing it softly. After a brief moment of hesitation, Giles wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist, deciding to make the most of this opportunity.
When she drew back from the kiss, Giles was surprised to find she kept hold of him, and pulled him into a deeper embrace. For the rest of his life he would remember as one of his most blissful moments the way she whispered into his ear: "Now I'm sure."
Still she held the mistletoe aloft as she leaned in to kiss him again; this time with more passion. Again and again their lips met, each opening to the other a bit more every time until their tongues introduced themselves to one another, quickly becoming close friends.
After long minutes of deep, sweet kisses, Giles plucked the greenery from Buffy's hand saying: "I'll take care of that."
Freed from the duty of holding the mistletoe, Buffy quickly took to exploring Giles with her hands as well as her lips and tongue. She petted her fingers through the fur on his torso as she nipped her way down his throat. It excited her to hear how his breath caught when she found a sensitive spot, and the soft, joyful sounds of arousal he couldn't quite hold back.
Giles lowered the bunch to his chest. At first Buffy didn't understand why. Then she realized it was still an inch or two above one of his hard nipples. He gave her a nervous, yet hopeful, look. She smiled back and took the tightened bud between her lips to suckle at it. His heartfelt groan at the sensation sent a bolt of lightning straight to her groin. She sucked and teased both nipples repeatedly until she felt her own frustration growing too much for her. She needed attention.
Buffy reached for the mistletoe, which Giles gladly returned to her. She kissed him deeply, then held it over the top button of her sweater. The Englishman slowly moved to unfasten it and gently kiss the exposed flesh. They repeated the same movements until her top was completely opened down the front. She slipped it off her shoulders as Giles continued to kiss, lick, and fondle her chest and belly, carefully avoiding her breasts.
Finally, Buffy decided to encourage him and reach behind herself to unfasten her bra. She held the mistletoe the way Giles had before, when he'd wanted his nipples sucked. Her reward was instantaneous, and highly gratifying. Giles swirled his tongue around each pink bud before drawing it into his mouth with an almost, but not quite, painful pressure.
At last Giles lifted his face to Buffy's and pulled her to him in a fierce embrace. He stroked her hair as he spoke.
"You have to tell me what you want soon, Buffy. I need to know if this is just for tonight, or if you are really going to be mine."
"I'm already yours. It just took me a while to figure that out. I love you, Giles."
He rained kisses on her face. "Oh, my sweet Buffy, I love you too."
"Show me?"
She lay back on the bed and allowed him to finish undressing her. Then he pulled back to remove his pajama pants. Buffy's eyes widened slightly when she saw his fully erect cock for the first time. She hadn't expected it to be so big. Or so uncircumcised.
"You got a license for that thing?" she joked nervously.
Giles took her hand and moved it to encircle him, allowing her to become used to it. Soon she was stroking him confidently as he moaned with pleasure. He lay back and she followed him down, kissing her way down his belly.
When he felt the head of his penis slip between Buffy's lips, he shuddered blissfully and wove his fingers through her hair. It was all he could do to hold his hips still as she sucked and licked him with great enthusiasm. Giles wanted to return the pleasure she was giving him, but Buffy was lying at a right angle from him. Moving one hand from her hair, he was able to reach over and caress one of her breasts.
Obviously, Buffy enjoyed it, because she scooted over so that it was easier for him to reach. After toying with her nipple for a few moments, Giles ran his hand down Buffy's back to run it over her firm rump. Finally, he dipped his fingers into the wet thatch of curls that covered her sex. The girl pulled back from her task long enough to gasp at the sensation as she rocked against his hand.
Giles took advantage of the situation to lift his lover until her thighs were spread over his face and he could give Buffy the sort of pleasure she was giving him. He buried his tongue in the delicious channel before him, occasionally flicking it over the nub of her clitoris. She lifter her head and cried out each time he touched the tiny button, continuing to pump him with her hands when she let him slide from her mouth.
Soon he was licking furiously at that one tiny spot and pumping two long fingers into her tunnel. Buffy no longer tried to do anything but ride the waves of her orgasm until she collapsed in a boneless heap on her Watchers' belly.
Ever so gently, he lifted her off and reversed her so that he could hold her close until she recovered. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose as he held her. A moment later, she was returning his kisses eagerly. He felt her nimble fingers caressing his body, working him into a frenzy.
"Buffy, I want so much to be inside you." he whispered urgently.
"I want that, too."
He kissed her deeply one more time before reaching for the drawer of his nightstand for a condom. He felt for the package, but it wasn't there. He felt again. Still no luck.
"Oh bugger!" he swore.
After Olivia had left, he hadn't really had a reason to bother buying condoms, and so he found himself unprepared for the thing he wanted most in the world.
"Buffy, I'm so sorry."
"Shh, it's okay, sweetie. You may not have the boy scout thing down, but I do." She reached for her discarded pants and pulled four foil slips from the pocket. "At least I know I'm not gonna find any floozies in your shirts tomorrow morning."
"From now on, love, you're the only woman I want wearing my shirts."
"You say the nicest things, Giles." she giggled as she sheathed his penis and lay back, drawing him with her.
He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. When he was fully imbedded in her, he lay still for a while, just holding her. When she began to move restlessly under him, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting gently back in. For some minutes, he kept to a slow pace, easing himself out and back in again. Soon, though, they both picked up speed, moving in perfect synchronization in this as in so many other matters.
Buffy gripped her lover's ass cheeks as he pounded wildly into her. Each urged the other on to completion. Giles kissed her passionately as Buffy cried out, her vaginal walls gripping his penis in achingly sweet spasms. He joined her in orgasm a few thrusts later. His cry equal parts triumph and release. She was now his, as he had always been hers.
They kissed and petted one another as they came down from their excitement. Giles stroked Buffy's hair as he dropped a tender kiss on her forehead. Then he slipped out of her delicious nook to dispose of the condom.
Upon his return, Buffy welcomed him into her arms and snuggled close to him.
"Rupert?"
"Yes, love?"
"I think I like mistletoe after all."
Within minutes, they were both asleep.
THE END