Dressing Giles
By Gileswench

Title: Dressing Giles
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 4/11/01
Spoilers: Through The Body, to be safe.
Summary: Vamps are rough on clothing. Fortunately, our Slayer knows a thing or two about fashion...among other things.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Distribution: Gabi, Robin2, Dee, Emryld, And Mel if they want 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 Savage, who always loves my nekkid Giles stories so much. Also to Gail, Liz, and Donut without whose twisted minds much of this fic would never have entered my twisted mind. Thanks guys!

"Buffy! Behind you!"

The Slayer whipped around and plunged her stake into the chest of her fourth vampire of the evening. She turned on the fifth with an air of menace.

She stopped cold when she realized the female vamp was using her Watcher as a shield.

"You won't kill me, Slayer! Not while I hold your Watcher. And just to make it more interesting, watch this!"

Long-nailed fingers rent the cloth of Giles trousers as he breathed an embarrassed "Oh dear lord!" and the pants slid off his long legs to the ground. Buffy couldn't help staring at the lean legs, the thigh muscles of one beginning to twitch. She would never have guessed that he'd be wearing such short, silky boxers underneath.

The vampire upped the ante by ripping the shirt from his finely-muscled chest as well. She began to run one crimson fingernail in light circles around his nipple even as she licked the line of his jugular vein.

Buffy stood transfixed by the scene until the vampire's other hand crept down to the waistband of Giles' dark green boxers. The already impressive bulge in them began to grow, despite his obvious struggles.

No scuzzy two-bit vampire ho was going to rape Buffy's Watcher before her eyes!

With a cry of rage the Slayer lunged forward and tore Giles from the vampiress' arms and plunged the stake into her heart. For one surprised moment she stood, then crumbled to dust.

Buffy ran to where Giles had landed.

"Giles! Omigod, are you okay?"

The Watcher pulled himself into a sitting position against a headstone and tried to find a way to cover more of his body. Unfortunately, all he had left were his boxers, socks and shoes.

"More embarrassed than anything else. At least I wasn't knocked unconscious this time."

He rose to retrieve his shirt and pants. Both had been utterly destroyed.

"Oh dear. These were my favorites, too." He held up the charcoal gray rags that had graced his legs not minutes before. "And I should know better by now than to even try to own a black shirt on the Hellmouth. Something always happens to them."

Still, he pulled the black tatters over his shoulders in an effort to achieve some level of modesty.

Buffy continued to stare in silence. Giles should have looked ridiculous in his boxers and the shredded remains of his shirt. Normally, she would have been joking about being scarred for life by the experience of seeing him wear so little. Somehow, though, she couldn't. It might have had something to do with the circumstances of his near nudity. Nothing in the world scared Buffy more than the idea of losing Giles.

Or maybe it had something to do with the warm ball of arousal that she so did not want to believe was forming in her belly.

Before she could decide the answer to the question, she found her tongue.

"Well, we'll just have to go shopping then, won't we?"

"Sh-shopping? We?"

"Duh. They were trashed on patrol, so I feel like I owe you. Besides, I could dress you a lot better than you do."

"Thank you for the compliment" he responded dryly.

"Oh come on, Giles, I didn't mean it like that. Your fashion sense has come a long way since tweed, but I'm good at this. And you've really got a great bod - which I can't believe I said out loud. If you let me help you, I could make you look totally terrific."

He grinned even as he flushed a deep and becoming shade of pink.

"A great bod, hmm?"

"Greater than anyone would guess the way you layer yourself. Tell you what, tomorrow's Saturday. Get Will to help out at the store and you and I will go mallratting."

"And what about Dawn? Will she come trailing after us?"

"No way. I'll get Xand to take her to a movie or something. We'll spend the whole day together and get you a brand new wardrobe."

"I thought you were only getting me a shirt and a pair of pants."

"Hey, just be glad I decided to be generous. You pay for the rest yourself out of that big wad of back pay the Council gave you, and I act as your personal shopper. Deal?"

"Would it do any good at all to say no?"

"Not a chance. Pick me up at 9:30 and we'll make you into a whole new you that the women will go crazy for."

She tried to ignore the voice in her head that told her she'd stake anyone he looked at.

Giles, meanwhile, tried very hard not to see the image that immediately popped into his brain as soon as Buffy mentioned dressing him. It was entirely too much to hope that she'd ever add an 'un' to that word.


That night, Buffy slept restlessly. She dreamed about the battle she and Giles had fought. This time, however, when the vampiress was gone, she ran to Giles and covered his face in kisses, which he returned with passion. Dream Buffy became more and more wanton. She reached into the tiny silk boxers to encircle the turgid rod within them. Dream Giles got the idea immediately and began to undress Dream Buffy.

In no time at all, Dream Buffy and Dream Giles were completely naked and making love in the cemetery. They fitted perfectly in this as in so many other aspects of their lives. Dream Giles was tender and skilled as a lover. Buffy moved restlessly as her dream counterpart writhed underneath him.

When Dream Buffy found her release, Buffy woke up panting and sweaty and hovering on the verge of her own orgasm. Too close to care about waking Dawn, she snaked a hand between her thighs and stroked herself until she had to bury her face in the pillows to keep from screaming too loudly.

She lay back, utterly spent, and finally allowed herself to wonder.

She wanted Giles. Could he ever want her?


Giles lay in his bed, still panting from the strength of the climax he had just experienced. In his dreams, Buffy had been in his arms, and he had been in her. By the time he'd wakened, he was desperate for release. It had taken only a few strokes to cause his seed to spurt over his belly and chest...not to mention the sheets.

He cleared away the mess as best he could with tissues. He would change the sheets in the morning.

And spend the entire day with Buffy dreaming of things that could never be.


"I really don't need so many clothes, Buffy."

"Of course you don't need that many. You won't buy all of them. We need to compare and contrast all the different styles until we find what looks and feels best."

She handed him another armload of clothing through the dressing room door and returned to the racks to look for more.

A moment later, he was at her side, eyebrow raised, a pair of Speedos depending from his outstretched fingertips.

"And what, pray tell, is this?"

"It's a swimsuit. This is California. See, we have beaches here, and people swim at these beaches, but you have to wear something, so...swimsuit."

"This is not a swimsuit. I'm not even certain this qualifies as a scrap of cloth."

"It's what the swimmers wear at the Olympics."

"Now I know you didn't watch the last Summer Games. Most of the swimmers last time wore a sort of wet suit. If you insist on finding me a swimsuit, find one made of a bit more material."

He dropped the tiny suit into her hands and strode back to the changing room. Buffy looked at the suit, then at Giles' retreating backside. With a tiny whimper, she went to find another swimsuit.

Seconds after she had handed another suit to him, a roar of "Buffy" could through the store and an arm shot out to drag her into the cubicle.

An infuriated Giles thrust the trunks in Buffy's face.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Swimsuit number two?"

"It's the Union Jack, Buffy."

"I know. I thought maybe you'd like them since you're English and everything..."

"I will not wear the flag of my homeland across my posterior. It's disrespectful."

"So...not for you?"

"Not for me."

Buffy ducked her head.

"I'm sorry. I just thought they were sorta nice and maybe you'd like them. And everybody wears the flag here."

She began to sniffle dangerously. Giles did the only thing he could think to do; he pulled her into his arms to offer comfort.

Of course, Giles had forgotten that he'd been trying on shirts when he'd pulled Buffy in with him. Now he stood bare-chested with a weeping Slayer in his arms. Her warm hands on his back and her softly scented hair just beneath his chin were making it difficult to remain presentable.

He tried to concentrate on the driest Latin translations he could muster to mind. Somehow, though, Buffy's tears so begged to be kissed away that he couldn't remember his own name, let alone what some musty fool in a toga had said about duty more than two thousand years ago.

As Giles looked down, Buffy raised her head. When their eyes met, no words were needed. Giles reached up to brush her tears away, and Buffy leaned into the caress. One large hand moved to cup her chin as he brought his lips down to bestow a small kiss on the tip of her nose.

Buffy grinned up at him and gave a small giggle before wrapping her arms more tightly around his waist. She rubbed her cheek against the crisp, yet silky hair on his chest. She couldn't resist placing a kiss directly over his pounding heart.

"Buffy..." he began.

"No, Giles."

"But, Buffy..."

"No. I want this. I want to be with you. Don't try to talk me out of it. I'm not a little girl, and I know what I want."

"And I'm terribly glad of that. What I was going to say, though, is that a dressing room in a store is a bit too public for my taste."

"Oh. I guess it is a little out-in-the-openy. Maybe I'll let you try on a few more things and we'll go back to your place."

"My thought exactly."

This time he kissed her full on the lips.

"Perhaps I don't need a black shirt after all."

"Yes you do, Giles. You have no idea how sexy you look in black."

"Really? Sexy?"

"The sexiest."

They kissed again, and with more passion than before.

Buffy grabbed a random shirt from the pile without even glancing at it.

"This one will be just great."

As she led him from the stall, he reached back and snagged the Union Jack trunks.

As a souvenir.


They were already kissing when they entered Giles' apartment. Giles laced his fingers through Buffy's hair the way he'd wanted to for so long. Buffy, meanwhile, opened another button of his shirt so she could feel the texture of the curls decorating his pecs.

At last, Giles maneuvered them to the sofa and sat them down.


"Shhhh, I want, you want, we want. We do."

He placed a finger over her lips.

"Stop interrupting, Buffy. You keep acting as though I plan on stopping."

"You're not?"

"Why on Earth would I stop?"

"I thought you'd go all Mr. Responsibility on me. Tell me I don't know what I'm feeling; that I'm not over all the other stuff that's happened this year."

"Of course you're not over it. One doesn't simply wake up one morning and say 'my mother's dead, but that's okay because I'm over it.'"

"So what is the interruption about?"

"I had no intention of telling you how you feel, but I thought it best to ask. I need to know what this is, Buffy."

She smiled gently as she kissed him again.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's forever."

He pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Forever is just what I was hoping for."

With that, he drew Buffy to her feet and led her to the stairs, stopping only to lock the door on the way.

When they reached the bedroom, Buffy kicked off her shoes, grateful that slides were so popular. Giles slid his arms around her waist and drew her up so he could kiss her without bending. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened herself to him hungrily.

Giles finally deposited his lover on the bed with a hard kiss. He then sat and removed his shoes, socks, and glasses before returning to the pleasant occupation of making love to Buffy.

"We really need to get you some loafers or something," Buffy murmured against his lips. "Lace up shoes take too long."

Giles stroked a stray tendril of hair from Buffy's face.

"We have all the time in the world. I want to savor this."

He captured her lips again, sucking the bottom one between his own and followed its retreat with his tongue. She moaned softly as they tasted one another. After long minutes of simply kissing, they stopped and held one another, both somewhat breathless from the exchange.

Buffy pulled back slightly to look into Giles' eyes. She smiled at what she saw. Devotion, passion, trust.

"I love you."

The simultaneous declaration sent both into a gale of laughter.

"At least neither one of us has to worry the other just said it back 'cause they thought they had to."

Giles sobered immediately.

"I would never do that to you, Buffy, and I cannot believe you would do that to me."

"I wouldn't. And I know you wouldn't either. Sorry. sometimes I don't know why I say stuff like that."

"Nor do I. Sometimes it's a trial, you know; being infallible."

Buffy laughed even as she gave him a light punch on the bicep.

"Okay. I get it. Stop beating up on myself."

"And on me." He frowned slightly and rubbed his arm.

"Poor baby. Let me kiss it and make it better."

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and drew it down his arms. When the cloth was out of the way, she moved her lips to Giles' upper arm and softly kissed the spot she'd hit. After several mouthing kisses, she moved to his shoulder, then to the spot where said shoulder merged with his neck, then, finally, up his throat to his ear. She took the lobe between her lips and nibbled gently at it. By this time, Giles was breathing tiny almost-sounds of arousal.

One hand slid around her waist, the other moved to tangle in her hair as he turned his face to kiss her deeply, passionately. He rolled them until he lay atop Buffy, then trailed tiny kisses down her throat.

When he reached the neckline of her low cut blouse, Giles nibbled his way along the neckline. Buffy emitted small whimpers of delighted frustration at the feel of his lips so close to -and yet so far from - her sensitized nipples.

At last, Giles began to unbutton her blouse, pausing to kiss the exposed flesh after each one. Then he removed her skirt, so that she lay on the bed wearing nothing but a tiny, shell pink satin bra and matching panties.

"Very nice" Giles murmured appreciatively as he ran a hand over Buffy's abdomen. He dipped a finger into her belly button and smiled when she laughed and pulled her knees up.

Buffy rolled to her side and took Giles' face in her hands. She kissed him wildly, hungrily, as if she could never get enough of his flavor.

Her hands descended to his waist and unbuckled his belt. When it was unfastened, she undid the button and zipper of his trousers and slid them off. She was pleased to see another short pair of silk boxers - this time black - underneath. She was also pleased to note the strain caused on their seams by the large, firm erection he sported in them.

"See, I told you you're sexy in black."

She caressed his hip and pulled him in for another deep kiss. Both groaned at the sensation of so much bare skin to bare skin.

Finally Giles unhooked Buffy's bra and gazed at her firm breasts for the first time. As he kissed his way across one snowy mound, she arched her back until he took the distended pink tip between his lips and suckled at it hungrily.

Buffy held her lover's head to her bosom and cried out as his tongue danced across her sensitive nipple. Giles' hand, meanwhile, took the other bud between thumb and forefinger and rolled it deftly. The sensation went straight to her already sodden core.

Giles gloried in her responsiveness, her desire. He rubbed his silk-encased groin against Buffy's thigh and groaned against her breast. He could feel her moisture seeping against his belly. The knowledge that she was this wet and open for him made him want to weep with gratitude and laugh in triumph at the same time.

He trailed a single finger down Buffy's chest, to her belly, to the edge of her soaked panties, then down to the creamy flesh of her inner thigh. At the same time, he pulled himself up to whisper in her ear.

"Touch me, Buffy."

She shivered with excitement at his soft spoken demand. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders in an effort to bring him the pleasure he'd given her thus far. When her fingers found and rolled his hardened nipples, he sucked in a gasp of surprised delight.

Rolling Giles onto his back, Buffy licked and sucked both hard nubs in turn until he writhed under her. She ground her overheated core against his straining erection wantonly. His nearly silent groans were replaced with soft cries and whispered encouragements of her actions.

At last Buffy couldn't bear the friction of the cloth anymore. She moved down and pulled the straining silk from Giles hips, freeing his penis. The uncircumcised member bobbed temptingly before her. She resisted temptation long enough to slip the tiny scrap of satin she still wore down her legs.

Buffy encircled Giles' turgid length with soft fingers. He groaned aloud at the sensation as she unsheathed the head, then gasped in joyful surprise when he felt her lips gently and repeatedly kiss the tip. She flicked out her tongue to catch the large drop of precum that seeped out of his slit, then swirled her tongue over the entire head.

Giles clutched the bedsheets and tensed his legs in an effort to keep control when she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she could fit. One hand stroked the remaining shaft while the other fondled the heavy sac of balls at the base. It had been too long since any hand but his own had touched him, too long since he'd had a woman in his bed.

After a few minutes, Giles realized he couldn't hold back any more if she kept up her ministrations, so he nudged Buffy as a signal to stop and pulled her alongside him so he could hold her.

"You're amazing. Where on Earth did you learn to do that?" he nuzzled and petted her as they spoke.

"A little reading, a little practice, and a whole lot of inspiration just now. And for future reference, it would have been okay, I think. Y'know, if you hadn't held back."

"You think?"

"It's you. It would be okay."

He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and finally her lips.

"I love you. I feel as if I could never say that often enough."

"I love you, too." She kissed him back. "You've told me; now show me."

She lay back inviting him to take charge. Giles took that invitation gladly. Starting with her face, he explored every inch of Buffy with his fingers, lips, and tongue.

Buffy writhed and whimpered in anticipation when Giles began to lick tiny circles around her belly button. She spread her legs further apart as a hint. He sat back and ran his hands over the soft inner thighs, his fingers brushing close to, but never quite on, her arousal.

"Please" she whispered.

With that, Giles leaned over and kissed her thigh. Then he looked Buffy straight in the eye as he brought one finger to her wet warmth and stroked it lightly along her nether lips.

A bolt of electric pleasure shot through Buffy and caused her to buck her hips as she cried out. Giles smiled as he removed the finger and rubbed a soothing palm across her belly.

He brought the finger back to Buffy's center and she held herself still this time. She never wanted him to stop touching her. The sweet torture of that one finger was nearly unbearable. He ran it over her lips, and along her opening, but never quite allowed it to enter her or rub against her most sensitive spot. All the while, his eyes held hers as he watched her respond to his ministrations.

At last she couldn't bear it any more.

"Please" she whispered again.

Immediately the finger moved to her aching clitoris. Giles massaged it lightly, but firmly. Buffy closed her eyes and gave herself up to the intensity of the feeling. She rocked her hips and panted as she neared her release. Her head thrashed back and forth as she hovered at the edge. When Giles slid a finger into her slick channel, Buffy finally cried out her orgasm, But he didn't stop.

A second finger joined the first inside her as the one at her clit was replaced with Giles tongue. While the fingers explored her warmth, his tongue mapped out every inch of her center. He tasted every flavor, learned every texture of the small frontier before him. He savored the sweet, musky scent of her womanhood as she cried out repeatedly in bliss. Her internal muscles clenched against his fingers again and again.

Finally, Buffy had to beg Giles to stop. He moved up and kissed her. She returned the caress, uncaring that she could taste herself on his lips.

As soon as she had recovered herself somewhat, Giles reached for the nightstand for a condom. Buffy watched him roll it on. She'd never considered the act erotic before, but was rapidly revising her opinion. Then again, she decided, Giles could make almost anything look sexy if he put his mind to it.

When he was sheathed, Giles looked at his love, caressing her cheek softly before he positioned himself over her. Their lips met gently as she drew her knees up. His latex-encased tip brushed against her opening and she reached down a hand to guide him home.

He entered her slowly, inch by inch, stretching Buffy's tight walls as he went. Once inside, he held still for a moment.

"You feel wonderful" he told her.

"So do you. I love you."

He began to thrust gently in long, slow, steady, strokes. Buffy raised her hips to meet him in perfect synchronization. She clutched his shoulders and wrapped her legs more tightly around his hips as he sped up the pace.

For long minutes they rocked together in passionate desire. All the while they kissed and murmured endearments to one another. The air filled with delighted groans and the slap of skin on skin.

As they moved faster and faster, their cries became more urgent, their kisses less frequent, but more intense. Their sweat-soaked bellies slid together and apart over and over.

Buffy's cry filled the room first as she tightened further around Giles' shaft. He held back as long as he was able, but soon followed her over the edge, filling her with stream after stream of his seed.

The cries fell to whimpers and the intense rocking stilled after a time. The two continued to touch and kiss one another as if to reassure themselves it was real.

"Wow," Buffy breathed at last. "Remind me to take you clothes shopping more often."

Giles laughed softly as he nuzzled her throat. "I rather think that clothes would be excessive in this activity."

"Depends on the clothes."

They giggled as they pulled one another into another tight embrace.


The following weekend, Xander invited the Scoobies over to his apartment for a poolside party. Xander and Willow were both surprised, but pleased, when Buffy showed up with Giles in tow.

The redhead pulled Buffy aside.

"How did you get Giles to come to a pool party. I mean, Giles and not much clothes in public sound like sorta...unmixy things."

"You'd be surprised how much he can loosen up under the right circumstances, Will."

The others all looks surprised when Giles shed his outer clothing to reveal a pair of Union Jack swimtrunks.

"Okay, you guys are my witnesses. Giles has no room to abuse me for my fashion choices anymore. You all see this, right?" Xander was exultant.

"Don't be ridiculous, Xander. They're perfectly functional. Anyway, they were a gift from Buffy."

"You bought Giles a swimsuit?"

Buffy shrugged. "I saw them, I thought of him. He's the greatest Brit we know, and I'll salute that flag any day."