By Sara Jung
DISTRIBUTION: BG Shippers
FEEDBACK: Yes please
SUMMARY: That would be telling.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon (All Hail), Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB.
NOTE: Ok this is just a silly little fic I wrote because I was bored. Enjoy it anyway.
"We have to get up, luv."
"Why?" was her muffled answer. Giles sighed.
"Because you have to go to school and I have to go to work." She sighed heavily against his chest, then tore herself up on one elbow.
"And what if I have much more pleasant things in mind than working and learning?" She smiled wryly.
"Buffy, as much as I appreciate your suggestion, we have to get up… Oh, Buffy, please…" Her talented lips had started to kiss his chest, slowly working their way down towards his groin.
"Please what, Rupert?" She continued her way when he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her face-to-face. Unfortunately, that made her straddle him.
"Buffy, please. We have to get up." She pouted at him, her eyes showing a slight glimmer. "You won’t be… Oh bloody hell!" Her hips wiggled above his penis, causing him to give in. Capitulating, he pulled her towards him and kissed her. "Buffy, you’re cruel." He whispered into her mouth.
"Where is she? Prof Walsh will start any second." Willow was troubled.
"I’m sure she is fine." Oz patted Willows hand reassuringly. "She and Giles perhaps just forgot time."
Willow nodded, then, as the words sunk in, turned her head towards her boyfriend in disbelief. "She and GILES?"
"Oh good God, Buffy, if you want me to survive this day you’d better stop that."
"Why should I? You obviously like it."
"I can’t believe it. You really think they are…"
"But they can’t do it without anybody noticing it."
Oz shook his head.
"I have noticed."
"You have werewolf super senses. That’s no wonder."
Oz just shrugged his shoulders.
"But how did you notice?"
"The way they look at each other. The scent of sex. Whispered words of love."
"You’ve been spying on them?!"
Oz shook his head.
Willow sighed heavy. Way too much logic, even for her.
"Oh, look what I’ve found."
"Buffy, DON’T!" <loud gasp>
"And you’re sure?"
Oz nodded again, hoping that Willow would get tired of this sooner or later. Better sooner.
"And what may this be?"
"Rupert, I warn you. I won’t…" <repressed scream> <heavy breathing> "I told you I wouldn’t."
"That I know without you telling me."
"Guess what. I don’t care. Neither do you, obviously."
"Oh, you can bet you’ll get this back…"
"I certainly hope so."
"And why of all Giles?" Xander still was shocked.
"Because he’s nice, handsome and loves her?"
"Yes, but why GILES?"
<muffled sounds> <sync gasps>
"Oh God! If you ever stop I’ll kill you, heard me?"
"I certainly did, luv."
<another gasp> <slight screaming>
"You must be trying to kill me, luv."
<sound of a pillow whacking a face>
"You shouldn’t have done that, Rupert! Slayer strength, does that ring a bell?"
"It did minutes ago."
"You’re a pig, Rupert."
"Ok, I think my mind has adjusted to it. Still nothing I’d like to see myself."
"Who might that be?"
<a door is opened>
"Hey guys. Hey Wills."
<chorus> "Hey Buffy, hello Giles."
"OK, why the silly grins?"