Break and Enter
By Jae Kayelle

TITLE: Break and Enter
AUTHOR: Jae Kayelle
DISTRIBUTION: Solo and my site -- He's A Rebel:
DISCLAIMER: as always, all BtVS characters belong to 20th Century Fox and WB. Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own the vision. I'm just borrowing.
NOTE: this appeared in the fanzine A Watcher's Passion.

"I don't think we should be doing this," Willow said nervously while Buffy tried to pick the lock on Giles' apartment door.

"Something could have happened to him, Will. It's past eight o'clock, he's not at the Library, he hasn't answered the phone or the doorbell. I'm worried about him." She stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth in concentration.

"I'm worried, too, but breaking and entering..."

"Damn!" Buffy stepped back from the door. "This is not working. I wish Giles would give me a key. Maybe I can pry open a window or something."

"Here. Let me." Willow took the pin Buffy had been using as a pick, inserted it in the lock and less than a minute later the door swung open.

"I am impressed," Buffy said admiringly.

"It's a gift," Willow shrugged, nevertheless pleased at the praise.

They entered cautiously in case a demon of some sort leapt out at them. One could never be too careful living on the Hellmouth. No fanged creature. No Giles either. His suit jacket lay across the back of a chair, not exactly hung carefully but not flung carelessly either. His briefcase sat open on his desk.

"At least he made it inside last night and no vampire grabbed him on the front doorstep," Willow noted happily.

"But where is he now?" Buffy wondered.

"Let's look upstairs."

They climbed the stairs and followed the short hallway to the bedroom. The bed had been slept in as the covers were rumpled and shoved to one side.

Just as they turned and noticed the door to the bathroom was closed, it opened and Giles stepped out. Just showered, his hair dripped rivulets of water onto his shoulders and biceps and down his surprisingly well-defined chest. He was towel-drying his hair and didn't see the two women.

He was naked.

He was very naked.

The girls stared at him, unable to look away from the sight of the Watcher's dark springing hair between his legs and the impressive proof of his maleness that hung from it. Buffy and Willow were rendered speechless, even soundless.

Oblivious, Giles lowered his hands so that the towel hung from lower abdomen to mid-thigh in a fortuitously inverted vee before him. It now prohibited their view of his manhood, but provided an excellent picture of his lean thighs, narrow hips and long legs. A light mat of curling hair ran from his chest in a line downward to disappear behind the towel.

Then he noticed the two teenage girls standing in the middle of his bedroom gaping at him.

"Jesus!" Nearly dropping the towel in his haste to cover himself, an embarassed flush covering him from chest to face, he wrapped the towel around his waist. "What the hell are you two doing here?"

Eyes wide -- though not as wide as Willow's -- Buffy struggled to find her voice after being confronted by this unexpected bonus. "You d-didn't answer your ph-phone or your doorbell..." She faltered, never having seen so much of her Watcher before. He was normally covered from throat to ankle in layers of cotton and wool and suit. There was a man under all of that. Also, he was right there in front of them, clad only in a small towel meant for drying hair. It was hardly big enough to wrap up his dignity let alone... other things. He took her breath away. Buffy felt a surge of heat rush through her belly and settle between her legs.

"I was in the shower," he snapped. "Obviously."

"For more than an hour?" Buffy shot back, her confusion about what she was feeling causing her to sound peevish in response to his embarrassed anger.

"I was running."

"Running?" Buffy's Slayer instincts kicked in and she automatically tensed, ready for a fight. "Who was chasing you?"

"No one was chasing me. I was running for exercise."

That stopped Buffy cold. Her Watcher didn't exercise. He either had his nose in a book, or he drove everywhere.

"Huh?" she said eloquently.

Some of Giles' anger dissipated. "I used to run almost every day before I moved here."

For some reason that struck Willow as funny and she giggled. It was the first sound she'd uttered since seeing the nude Watcher. Both Giles and Buffy turned to stare at her.

"What? Oh. It's just that this is California, land of joggers and fitness freaks, and Giles stopped exercising when he came here. There's irony in there somewhere." A flush spread across her cheeks as the awkwardness of the situation finally caught up with her.

"Yes. Well..." Giles' mortification returned full force, colouring his voice as well as his face. "If you l-ladies will excuse me, I'd like to put some clothes on now."

Willow turned to leave, but the devil got into Buffy. She sidled closer to her Watcher and looked him up and down very slowly, checking him out. Standing this close to his nearly naked self, her hands itched to touch him, to caress that marvelous chest. She managed not to. Barely. Leaning backwards she sneaked a peek at his butt. Giles caught her looking and hastily smoothed the towel down, making certain he was covered back there.

Sighing to herself, Buffy thought about how his nice shape was shown off to good advantage when he wore suspenders with his pants. This was better even if right now it hid his assets.

_Get a grip, girl. He's Giles_, she scolded herself. "Do you have to wear clothes?" she asked anyway with a seductive smile, unable to stop herself from teasing him. The opportunity was too great.

He blinked at her in surprise then frowned. "Get out. Both of you. Wait downstairs if you must but get out of my bedroom. Now!" Lifting a hand to point dramatically he nearly lost his precious grip on the towel. Both girls scooted out the door, laughing as they went.


They were still giggling when he descended the stairs fifteen minutes later. Or perhaps this was a new round of embarrass the Watcher?

He was dressed in pants and a shirt with the top buttons undone, a tie hanging unknotted under his collar. He levelled a look their way that revealed nothing of what he was thinking. In fact, he was still mightily embarrassed at the incident in his bedroom but had resolved not to let it show.

Willow greeted him with a shy smile, trying hard to meet his eyes. He smiled back at her and was rewarded with a relieved grin.

Buffy, on the other hand, studied him intently -- no, intensely -- her expression a mix of curiosity and something else. Lust? Giles blinked. No. Of course not. And yet her body language as she shifted a few inches forward fairly shouted intrigue. He felt the heat of her stare from where he stood. It made him nervous.

"How did you two get in here? I know I locked the door..."

"We picked the lock," Buffy admitted.

"You did?"

"Well, Willow did, but I tried."

"That's something that might be useful some time. I'll teach you how."

"Gee, Giles. That's so cool that you would do that," Willow said. "I mean, knowing how is one thing and admitting it is something else, but teaching Buffy that as part of her Slayer training is just...very cool," she finished with a matter-of-fact grin.

"Yeah, Giles. Where'd you learn to do stuff like that anyway?" Buffy teased with an uplifted eyebrow. "Maybe when you went by the name of Ripper?"

Feeling himself flush again, Giles sidled away from answering the question, "Perhaps I should just give you a key to my flat."

"That's the best idea you've had today." Buffy got a happy look on her face that warmed Giles to see. Changing the subject herself, Buffy asked, "So, what's this about getting exercise? You've never shown signs of wanting anything more than our workout sessions."

"Yes, well... I got tired of you beating me to a pulp during training. I used to be fitter than that. You are the Slayer therefore you are stronger than I, but nowhere in the Watcher's Guide does it say that it is necessary to pound me senseless. I thought I would start with building up my stamina so I took up running again."

Giles went to the kitchen. The girls followed him in and watched as he filled the kettle with water and set it to boil.

"So, Giles," Willow grinned, "Do you wear sweats when you go running, or do you wear shorts? Because you have nice legs and shorts would show them off better. Oh!" Her eyes grew huge. "I didn't mean to say that out loud... I'm just going to go sit quietly in the living room with my mouth shut." After giving him a quick smile that told him she wasn't quite as flustered as she sounded, she left. "Y-yes, thank you, W-Willow." Staring after her, Giles turned red again, but he was smiling.

"She's right, Giles," Buffy said. He turned back to her in surprise. Her head was tilted to the side as she gave him another appraising look. Walking around him she added, "Shorts would definitely look good on you. They'd show off your butt better, too. Not that those pants you're wearing now don't work. Very nice."

He hadn't thought he could blush any deeper, but his face flamed. Rubbing a nervous hand against his neck, he surreptiously touched his cheek. Red hot. Was he going to be in a permanent state of embarrassment around Buffy and Willow?

Falling back on the familiar, he pulled a cup and saucer out of the cupboard. "Do you want tea?"

"Got any o.j.?"

"In the refrigerator."

"Willow!" Buffy bellowed. "Do you want juice or tea?"

"Tea, please!" Willow yelled back.

Giles winced. "Is it me or have the two of you gotten louder over the years?" He brought out a second cup and saucer.

"Could I have mine in a mug, please?" Willow shouted from the living room.

Giles returned the cup and saucer and got out a mug.


"What?" he yelled getting into the mood.

"Giles?" Willow was standing not three feet away.

"Oh, sorry." Giles smiled at her. "What did you want?"

"Could I have sugar but no milk?"

"Of course." He noticed Buffy was watching him over her glass of orange juice. "Yes?"

"Nothin'. Just trying to picture you running. The only times I saw you run, you were out of breath after the first ten feet."

"Yes. Well," Giles sniffed huffily. "It is quite easy to get out of shape when all one does is sit in a high school library and read. A Watcher's life is not the most active."

"So when did you start this exercise program of yours?"

"Not long after I got the position in the History Department."

"Trying to fit in with the college students?" Buffy teased.

"Trying to keep up with my Slayer is more like it."

Buffy smiled delightedly although Giles wasn't sure why.

"Do you two have classes today?"

"I'm free until ten." Buffy informed him.

"And you, Willow?"

"My first class is at nine."

"I see."

"Are you trying to get rid of us, Giles?" Willow asked. "'Cause if you are, we can leave. I mean after what... know...upstairs." Her gaze lifted to look at the ceiling and a smile drifted across her face.

"No." Giles turned to add sugar to Willow's tea and fix his own the way he liked it. He handed her mug over, but kept his eyes on the cup in his hand.

When he failed to say anything more, Buffy said, "I think we really embarrassed him, Will. He's speechless."

"Now that's something you don't hear every day," Willow said teasingly.

Studying her Watcher, Buffy replied, "Maybe we should go after all."

"Nonsense," Giles rallied his spirit. "Drink your tea and juice and tell me what your classes are like this semester. We haven't had much opportunity to chat lately."

They went into the livingroom and, while the girls chattered about teachers and class workloads and college life, Giles listened and watched and did his best not to think about the expression on Buffy's face when she saw him standing before her without any clothes on. More importantly, he tried not to think about how he pictured her without clothes. He managed, after a moment, to banish that fantasy from his mind. He'd had a lot of practice in the past few years.

A half hour or so later, the girls had to return to the apartment they shared to get ready for school. Saying goodbye, Willow gave him a gentle smile. Willow was his rock. Throughout the nearly six years he'd lived in Sunnydale, she had steadfastly been his supporter and friend and research companion. Many a threat from the hellmouth had been thwarted by information gleaned by Willow. While he had been disappointed in her decision not to go to Oxford or Harvard, he had to admit he was glad she had stayed in Sunnydale to help him and Buffy.

He said quietly, "Have a good day, Willow."

She beamed back at him, "Thanks, Giles. Maybe I'll see you on campus?"

"You know where to find me."

She leaned in close to him. "You need to get out once in awhile, and before you argue with me just accept that I'm right and get over it." Grinning she went out the door.

Buffy lingered but said nothing. Finally, she started to leave and then turned back and laid her hand on his arm.

"Later?" She seemed almost shy.

He nodded. "Later."

* * *

"Do you suppose Giles is having a mid-life crisis?" Buffy asked as they walked away from his apartment building. She couldn't stop thinking about seeing her Watcher in the nude. Admittedly, she didn't try very hard to get that image out of her mind.

"You mean the running thing?" Willow asked.


"Nah. He can't have a mid-life crisis. He's been getting younger and younger over the years. He's moving away from middle age rather than towards it."

"You think so?" Buffy was puzzled.

"Haven't you noticed? C'mon, Buffy! The clothes, the new car, the contact lenses..."

"Well, yeah. I noticed... I just thought maybe he needed a new car. His old one was so...old. And I thought the clothes and the contacts were for Diane. She was always trying to change him. I think that's why they broke up."

Willow shrugged. "Could be, but he must have decided he liked the new look even after they broke up. It makes him look more attractive -- not that he needed any help in that department -- and he looks available now. It attracts the women. Half the female faculty of the college is always finding reasons to walk by his office just in case the door is open and they can get a look at him."

Buffy suddenly felt hollow inside. It was a similar feeling to the one she'd had when he was dating Diane. She wanted her Watcher to be happy and to have some love in his life, but she'd hated the woman on sight. Buffy hadn't interfered, as much as she'd wanted to. She'd learned her lesson since Jenny Calendar. Stay out of Giles' love life.

It was her new motto -- okay, a new _old_ motto. It was a motto she had struggled to live up to every moment of every day of those long weeks during which he had dated Diane. Willow was staring at her. "What are you thinking about? I get worried when you get that look on your face every time anyone mentions Diane's name." A frown wrinkled her forehead.

"Who me?" Buffy replied brightly. "Nah. Diane's history."

"Buffy... You acted the same way about all of the women Giles has dated since we graduated high school, even though he didn't go out with most of them more than once or twice. At least he's trying. It's more than he did for that whole long time...after Ms. Calendar died."

The memory of the manner of Jenny's death still hurt to think about. Lifting her hand, palm out, Buffy said, "I swear, Will. If Giles wants to date someone again, that's fine with me. He deserves all the happiness he can get. You and he are the most important people in my life and I don't want to hurt either of you. Ever."

Willow was looking at her oddly.

"You could start dating again, too. It's been awhile since you and Rich broke up."

Rolling her eyes, Buffy said, "Tell me about it. There hasn't been anyone who I've really cared about since... Angel."

"Angel. Right." Willow muttered under her breath.

Buffy was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear what her friend said.

* * *

Willow slipped into the back of Giles' class on Egyptology and found a seat. He lectured for a few minutes before he spotted her. She gave a little wave and smile when he acknowledged her presence with a slight grin. Several heads turned to see who he was looking at.

She waited until the bell rang and most of the students had exited the hall before descending to where he stood gathering notes at the podium.


"Willow. To what do I owe this visit?"

"This morning," she replied bluntly.

He got a funny look on his face and said, "Oh. That was unfortunate."

"No! I mean," Willow felt the heat rise in her face. "I mean, yes, it was embarrassing for all of us, but it got me to thinking. Sometimes things happen for a reason. Let's face it, on the Hellmouth everything happens for a reason, but they're not always evil things. Sometimes things happen that are for the good."

"Willow, I don't understand what you're saying."

"That's okay. Neither do I," she said matter-of-factly. "What I'm trying to say is that I know of a certain Slayer type roommate of mine who will be spending at least part of her evening moping around the apartment before she goes out to slay evil demons and such. A certain Slayer type roommate who could use a fun timeout with, let's say, her favourite Watcher? A fun timeout that involves just the two of them."

Giles regarded her silently. His gaze drifted over to the windows of the classroom. Finally, he asked, "Why?"

Willow faltered. "Why what?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love both of you, silly, and because you both deserve a chance to relax and just... have fun."

Surprisingly, Giles looked scared. The expression was on his face, and then it was quickly gone but Willow saw it and she understood what it meant.

Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him on the cheek. "Fun is a good thing, Giles." And then she left.

* * *

As she neared his office, Buffy strode confidently through the hustle and bustle of the college corridor. She slowed as she saw two young women, students most likely, hovering in Giles' doorway, clutching their textbooks to their chests and smiling giddily at something or someone inside the room. Buffy glowered. She was willing to bet big bucks that she knew who they were flirting with and it was most definitely flirting they were doing. One of them twirled the ends of her hair around her fingers and both giggled periodically.

They were pathetic.

An English accented voice drifted out into the hallway, but Buffy couldn't make out what he was saying. She slowly walked closer, her gaze fixed on the two girls. They backed out of the doorway and finally turned together to walk away from the office.

Poking her head around the doorframe, Buffy looked inside. Giles sat on the edge of his desk with a book in his hands, one leg swinging idly back and forth, a slight smile on his face. His jacket was off and his tie was loosely knotted at his throat. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he completed the picture of a very sexy man. And yet, Buffy acknowledged that while his manner of dress helped the image greatly, it was the man not the clothes that projected the aura of sensuality.

Her gaze travelled over his handsome face with the high cheekbones (now that he rarely wore his glasses it opened up his features even more), his lean build (which she now saw was leaner than it had been in all the time she'd known him -- must be all that running), his strong capable hands with their long fingers, and back up to his beautiful green eyes. Those eyes were the first thing she'd ever noticed about him. Gentle and kind and smart -- his eyes conveyed all those things about him. She let out a long breath.

Giles looked up.

"Buffy." He smiled at her, causing her heart to jump a little. It pounded erratically for a few beats before settling back into its normal rhythm.

"Hi!" She smiled brightly and went inside the office. "Why it's Professor Jones, I do believe."


"Profess... Indiana Jones? Harrison Ford? Raiders of the Lost Ark. Indy was a professor of History just like you are."

"Ah, a movie."

She scowled at his lack of enthusiasm for important pop culture. At least he recognized that the reference was to a movie. It was a start. "You really need to get out and do normal type stuff sometimes, Giles."

"As do you, Buffy," he replied quietly. He glanced away, hesitant, and then said to his book, "Will you go to a movie with me?"

The question was completely and totally unexpected. Buffy realized he was talking to her and not to the book. "I...uh, that is..." A little voice in her head screamed at her, 'Say yes!' She stopped fumbling and said, "I'd love to."

"Tonight before patrol perhaps?"

"Sounds great. What do you want to see?"

"You choose."

"There's a new Keanu Reeves movie that I've been dying to see and I can tell that name means little or nothing to you so let me add that Catherine Zeta-Jones is also in it. Before you blank out on me a third time, I'll tell you that she's Welsh and she's gorgeous. I can ogle Keanu while you drool over Catherine and we should both enjoy the movie no matter what the critics say about it." Buffy silently chastised herself for that little babble. Motormouth Summers was her new nickname for herself.

Amazingly, Giles didn't seem to mind. He gave her a look that she would have classified as shy if not for the hint of something else in his eyes.

"That sounds fine. I'm going to the movie to be with you, not to ogle an actress. Although... Welsh, you say?" He perked up a bit at that.

Laughing, Buffy smacked him on the arm. Then everything he had just said registered. "B-be with me?"

Nodding once, he said, "It's about time we made a bit of space just for ourselves."

"Just the two of us?" For some reason an old Marvin Gaye song she'd heard years ago started running through her head. _Just the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the two of us, you and I_. She gave her head a shake.

"Oh, if you'd rather not..." he misunderstood her movement.

"No! I mean, I want to very much. I was just thinking of something else. Tonight then?" She turned to leave.

"Wait." He stood up and went around his desk to where his jacket hung on the coat tree and rummaged through his pockets. It took a minute, but he found what he was looking for and held it out to her.

Buffy took it and stared at the key that lay in the palm of her hand. It was attached to a circle of silver with her name on it.

"Look on the other side."

Turning it over, she saw engraved on it a heart with a stake through it.

Her eyes stung.

It was a silly little gift that couldn't have cost much more than the engraving on it, but it meant a great deal to her because it came from Giles.

"The...uh, the key is to my apartment." At her startled look, he added, "it's time you had one. Just in case you need to get...something When I'm not there." He stumbled to a halt, a tinge of red colouring his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Buffy swallowed the obstruction in her throat. "Thank you," she said softly.

Suddenly she wanted to cry and laugh as hope bubbled up inside her. She had no idea what the hope was for or where it was coming from and she just didn't care. She had a date with Giles tonight.

* * *

The movie was an action-filled romance. It wasn't the best he'd ever seen, but he had to admit he did enjoy himself immensely, laughing at the dialogue in all the right places, staying quiet in the mushy romantic scenes when Buffy's hand strayed over to clasp his own. Sitting in the dark all scrunched down in his seat because Buffy told him he was too tall for the people behind them, and because she wanted him on her level where she could whisper comments to him when she needed to make fun of the movie without disturbing anyone else's enjoyment, Giles had a good time. He had fun. As they left the theatre, Buffy slipped her hand around his arm and held him tightly. He felt the warmth of her body where he was pressed against her softness and where her hip occasionally brushed against his as they walked. Glancing down at where they were connected, he saw her gazing up at him with big round eyes, a surprised expression on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I...nothing." She smiled then, big and wide. "Not a thing. I'm having a good time, Mr. Giles."

"So am I, Ms. Summers."

Still holding him close, Buffy rested her head against his shoulder as they strolled along the sidewalk. There was no hurry, no reason for anything except to just be together.

* * *

Buffy dusted three vampires during their stint at the cemetary and Giles congratulated her, praising her economy of moves and her technique. At 22, she was the oldest Slayer on recent record and he was damned proud of her. He was filled with delight at watching her in action and, admittedly, he was a trifle giddy from the sheer magic of the evening spent in her company as a man and a woman together on a date. He got carried away. Sweeping her into his arms even as she made a futile effort to brush off the clinging vampire dust from her clothes, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her.

The kiss was soft and light and in the middle of it there was hesitation. And yet a fire sparked between them, arcing from Giles to Buffy and back again. The passion roared over them, stunning in its power.

They drew back from each other and he saw his own shock mirrored on her face and in her eyes. Releasing her, he stepped away.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Buffy."

"Don't be," she whispered and moved back into his arms. Their second kiss was deeper, more satisfying. It was intense. Feeling her mouth open under his, Giles dipped his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness. He moved the kiss to the side of her mouth, to her cheek and down to her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of her skin. She clung to him, clutching his waist, trying to draw him into herself. Finally they parted.

Giles looked at her staring wide-eyed back at him, her chest heaving with the effort to regain control of her breathing. He was fairly certain that he had stopped breathing entirely.


"I know. Me too."

She smiled at that. "You do know, don't you?"

There was no need for words. They understood each other. They completed each other.

Giles heart started pounding at that thought. Buffy's expression changed about the same time. She looked scared. Giles was terrified.

"I...uh," Lord, his mouth was suddenly dry. He tried to swallow but couldn't. No more words emerged.

"M-maybe we should go," Buffy suggested. "I have my one early class of the week tomorrow morning, and I still need to look over my homework."

"Y-yes, I do too..." he faltered. "I have to make notes for um, my class." Right now he couldn't remember what the class was about, but he was fairly certain notes would be needed.

They walked rather quickly back to the car and drove to her apartment building in near silence, speaking only fragmented, nonsensical sentences, none of which he could recall minutes later. When he parked the car, Buffy remained where she was for a moment longer than necessary, staring straight ahead. Finally she turned to him. She was still wide-eyed. Shell-shocked was how he would describe her expression. He felt a similar sensation, his stomach churned and his palms were sweating. It was nearly impossible to form a coherent thought.

"I'd..." she stopped then tried again. "You..." Giving up, she dragged up a tiny smile and got out of the car. She shut the door and walked away.

Giles felt both relieved and disappointed. Putting the car in gear, he drove away.

* * *

Lying in bed that night, Giles stared into the darkness above him. Without his glasses, or his contacts and with the lights off, he couldn't clearly make out the tiles in the ceiling. His gaze stopped short of it anyway, seeing only the face of Buffy before him. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he noted the time as 2:13. It had been shortly after eleven when he had gone to bed. He hadn't slept at all since.

Rolling over on his side with a sigh, he stayed that way for about two minutes before he rolled back to his former position on his back. He tried punching his pillows into fluffiness. He moved around to find a more comfortable spot to lie on. It was no good. Sleep was not going to pay him a visit tonight.

His arms and body and soul ached for Buffy. Holding her was the only thing that was going to help.Drawing his mouth into a tight line, he resolved to give up that line of thought. Buffy wasn't here to be held. Then he heard a slight creak of the floor outside his bedroom.

"Are you awake?" Buffy's query floated over through the dark.

Fighting the urge to weep from happiness, he replied lightly, "What if I say no?"

The covers rustled and suddenly she was pulling back his blankets and slipping in beside him.

He fell back against the pillows and forced himself to be patient, something that was damned near impossible with her proximity, the warmth of her body pressed against his side, her cheek resting on his chest, her hand just below his ribcage. Certain his heart was going to thump its way out of his chest cavity, he drew in a deep breath letting it out slowly. The heat of her body, her breasts pressed against and trapping his right arm were difficult to ignore. His left hand drifted upward to lift a strand of her silky hair and then dropped to stroke the soft skin of her forearm. Encouraged by his gesture, Buffy raised up on her elbow and studied his face.

"This is..." he began.

"Shhh..." She touched his lips with a forefinger then leaned in to brush his mouth with her tongue. The sensuality of the act tore down any last niggling barriers that might have remained. He was defeated, he knew it, and he didn't care.

Gripping her shoulders he pulled her up to him, his mouth claiming hers. His tongue parted her lips and ran across the roof of her mouth. She moaned under the assault. One leg snaked over his and she shifted her weight so that she lay completely on top of him, straddling him. Her hands found the buttons of his pyjama top, undoing all of them and shoving the material aside so that she could caress his chest. As her fingers brushed against his hair, Giles ran his hands down her back and up again taking her light tanktop with him. Her skin was warm and soft and it felt _right_ under his palms.

He explored the shape of her, learning how she looked in the dark by feel. Slipping his hands under the waistband of her jeans he encountered the sensible cotton of her panties and delved under them as far as he could go. Not far enough. Frustrated because he wanted to touch all of her, he pushed her to the side, following her over, kissing her lips to reassure her that he wasn't pushing her away. His hand went to the zipper at the front of her jeans and he drew it down then deftly undid the fastener at the top. About to go further, he stopped.

"May I...?"

By way of answer, Buffy rose up and shimmied out of her jeans. A little hurriedly, she kicked them off and returned to his arms. She stretched out on top of him again and claimed a kiss and then another one.

Giles ran his hands all over her again. Determined to finish what he'd started, he slid his hands under her panties to stroke the softness of her bottom. He cupped the roundness and she responded by dragging herself upwards and then down against his pelvis. His body responded eagerly. Quivering with anticipation, his penis, semi-erect from his earlier wandering thoughts about Buffy, hardened even more.Giles groaned. Pushing Buffy off him he rolled her over onto her back and leaned down, elbows bracing him on either side of her head. He gazed down at her. Her eyes were half shut, glazed with pleasure and something else. There was a barely discernible tremor of tension running through her body. Fear? Apprehension more likely.

"Buffy? We can stop if you don't want to go any further."

She shook her head, blonde hair splaying across the pillow. "It's okay. I'm a little scared is all, but I know you won't hurt me."

"I promise not to do anything to ever hurt you."

Lowering his head he kissed her softly, sweetly. The innocence of the kiss meant to reassure Buffy that no matter what he would keep his word. She studied his face apparently trying to decide. She made her resolution and lifted her face to his, their mouths meeting in another kiss, deeper, urgent. His tongue stroked the side of hers and she groaned quietly.

Giles got up on his knees and threw off his pyjama top, tossing it aside. As his fingers went under the waistband of the bottoms, Buffy rose up out of the darkness to kneel in front of him in a faint shaft of light sneaking in through the curtains. Her hands settled on top of his and, exerting a slight pressure, their eyes locked, they pulled the pants down together.

His cock was more than halfways erect by now. Hesitantly, eyes inexorably drawn down to it, Buffy reached down to touch him. First, her fingertips made delicate inquiries of the velvety skin. She stroked his shaft with a light touch, the shimmery surface of one pink fingernail skimming his sensitive organ. She encircled him with her fingers, slowly increasing the pressure. Giles groaned loudly, gasping when she explored his balls with her other hand, and teased his cock fully erect. Her face was alight with curiosity and lust. As he gazed at her, enjoying her pleasure, she did something that shocked him. She bent down and licked the tip of it. Then she took him into her mouth.

At first she sucked lightly, experimentally, alternating it with tasting him with her tongue. Bolder, she engulfed him and applied more suction, her lips closing on his shaft, taking in as much of his length as she could manage and then slowly, exquisitely, drew her lips upwards never losing the pressure. Giles braced his hands on her shoulders for support and leaned back to give her better access to him. Breath quickening, sweat beading across his skin, he looked down on her golden head between his thighs and wondered at her daring in doing this erotic act. Then he felt a tightening begin down there and knew he had to stop her.

"No, please."

He gently pushed her hands away leaving his penis standing stiffly between them, glistening from her ministrations. Buffy drew back. "I'm sorry," she whispered, hurt. "Did I do something wrong? I thought you liked it."

"Oh, Buffy." His breathing was short and panting. He combed trembling fingers through her hair. "I like... like it too much. If I keep on liking it, this will end...far too soon."

Without speaking, she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Then, sitting back on her heels, she waited, though not patiently. Her restless hands drew indistinct patterns on his thighs.

Giles raised the hem of her top, shoved awry from before, and lifted it the rest of the way over her head, throwing it in the general direction of the floor. Freeing her breasts from the loose restriction, he cupped them in his palms, spreading his fingers underneath. His thumbs stroked her flesh, raising the nipples into hard points. He could see just enough of her in the pale moonlight.

"So beautiful," he murmured drawing her into his arms and kissing the underside of her jaw. Her head fell back allowing him to trail kisses down her throat to her collarbone.

Buffy's hands knotted in his hair holding his head in place when his questing mouth found one of her breasts and engulfed the nipple.

She sighed his name, dropping her hands to rest on his shoulders.

"Giles...Rupert, I"

He pulled back and looked into her blue-grey eyes. An indefinable spark ignited between them. Buffy reached up and roughly grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. He captured her lips in his, sucking and biting. The kiss was brutal, bruising, and Buffy gave as good as she got using her Slayer strength to clutch him to her.

Giles pushed Buffy onto her back and followed her down, never letting go, seeking the heat of contact with her body. His torso and legs burned with the fire that was Buffy. Running his hands down her sides his questing fingers found the elastic of her panties and with one reckless motion tore them past her rump, down her legs. There was a brief moment where they shifted awkwardly trying to rid her of the cloth, and finally she kicked her feet free of them and lifted her legs to run one foot along the back of Giles' calf.

He grasped her hips and pulling her into a position where he would be able to enter her easily. She locked her feet behind him resting that same inquisitive foot on his ass, the heel dragging up and down his backside. There was a fleeting question about where she learned to do these things, concluded for his own peace of a suddenly jealous mind that she was operating on pure instinct, and put her inquiries to rest when he pressed his fingers deep into her pubic hair, sliding past the entrance, to test her readiness. She was very, very wet. A small moan rewarded him.

He took enough time to guide himself to the edge of her center, but that was the last delay. He plunged inside her, filling her tight interior, and began to move his hips. Buffy whimpered and clung to him matching his actions, meeting his strokes and settling into a ferocious, pulsing rhythm. Her cries rose in intensity and volume while he concentrated on what he was doing, watching her face all the while. Her eyes opened wide just when he felt her muscles tensing around his cock. She had his arms trapped in fingers of steel and ribs wrapped in a bruising leglock, hanging on with crushing Slayer strength.

"Giles! I'm gonna..."

"Go ahead, Buffy," he gasped. "Let it happen..."

She convulsed then shuddered in a massive orgasm that he felt all through his own body. He thrust into her once more, twice, his own release inevitable and then he was shaken by so powerful an orgasm that for a moment he stopped breathing. He collapsed on top of her, greedily gulping air. He lay quietly, one ear resting over her heart. It thundered under his cheek.

Buffy ran a shaky hand through his damp hair.


He tried to lift his head but didn't have the energy.

"Yes, love?" he mumbled.

"I used the key you gave me."

Smiling against her collarbone, he said, "I'm glad."Rolling onto his side, he pulled her with him, drawing her close. She settled against his chest, hugging him tightly. They lay quietly. Giles sensed only happiness radiating in waves from his Slayer. His lover.

"What took us so long?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Maybe we needed to find our way to each other." She lay in his arms, quietly trailing her fingers across his skin. "You didn't seem too reluctant to get this started."

"I've been thinking about it for a long, long time."

"How long?"

He hesitated before answering.


"Since high school."

"Only I was obsessed with Angel back then."


"I detect a note of something else. What is it?"

"Your age."

She drew back slightly. "My age? Then or now?"

"Then." When she continued to stare at him he relented, "I thought perhaps it was the wrong time."

"You thought I was too young?"

He nodded.

"Too young for you or too young for love?"

"A little of both," he replied uneasily, worried about her reaction to his confession.

She took it better than he'd hoped. "You were right."

"I was?"

"Angel was my first love. I was a kid, mooning over him."

"You're more mature than any woman your age."

"Slaying demons on the Hellmouth will do that to you," she quipped. "Seriously, I needed the last few years to grow up properly. I'm glad you waited for me."

"You're my life, Buffy," he stated simply. It was the truth.

She leaned over and kissed him. They broke apart and she again rested her head on his chest.

"I suppose you're going to do the guy thing and fall asleep now?"

On cue, he yawned. Buffy giggled.


"It's okay. You go to sleep and we'll wake up together. It's right."

It certainly felt right, but Giles was rapidly losing the battle to stay awake. His eyes closed and he listened to Buffy's even breathing.


"Mmm hmmm?"

"I'm glad we broke in here this morning. If I hadn't seen you in all your glory..." she trailed off.

After a moment, Giles realized that the muffled sound that shook her was laughter.

"What's so funny?"

She giggled for a bit longer then said, "You could say that I broke in but you entered."

He smiled with her before he got the joke, then laughter claimed him, too.