TITTLE: Electra
AUTHOR: Nicollette Marquis McFadgen
E-MAIL: nicollettes@chickmail.com
SUMMARY: An unforgetable night at the library.
DISCLAIMER: The characters contained within this fic do not belong to me. Nor would they want to.
NOTE: When I first got into Buffy fandom, there was one 'ship that I swore that I'd ever write. *sigh* I feel weird tonight. For: Mala (I'll take a C/X on wheat, hold the pickle)


Buffy spun around, foot connecting with the padded Watcher's arm. "Oooph," Giles said as he stumbled to maintain his balance. That became impossible as Buffy executed another perfected roundhouse kick. Giles lost his footing and tumbled over onto the table.

"Oh! Watcher goes down! Score two for Buffy," the Slayer exclaimed as she moved to help him up. Once he was standing, Buffy looked up at Giles and took in his ragged appearance. "So, you wanna call it a night or shall we dance again?"


Buffy rolled her eyes then spoke very slowly. "Do you want to spar some more?"

Giles shook his head and rubbed his shoulders. "No, no. That's quite enough for this evening." He turned to smile at his slayer. His smile faded when he saw her bent down tying her shoelaces. Her shoulders were hunched over, making the spaghetti strapped tank top she wore sag in the middle. The librarian got a good look at her firm breasts before flushing and looking away. "B-best go on patrol tonight, Buffy."

"Isn't that what I always do?" she asked as she stood back up and straightened her shirt. "You wanna come?"

Giles' head snapped up. "Hmmm?"

"Patrol. It gets lonely and boring out there."

"I-I don't believe it would be the wisest." Giles took his glasses off and pinched his nose. "That is, unless you feel that you need me to patrol with you."

"I always need you."


"Nothing," she replied as she watched the Watcher begin to slide off the protective padding. "Here, let me help," she offered, even as she had begun to pull the padding off of his left arm.

"It is quite alright, Buffy. I can manage." Buffy ignored him and continued to remove the pads. Kneeling down, Buffy began to push the kneepads down his legs. She smiled a little to herself as her eyes fixed on his tweed-covered groin. "Buffy, I can..."

"You know, I'm eighteen, Giles," she reminded him needlessly.

"Yes," he responded, confused. "I recall that." Neither one said anything further. Giles stood still as Buffy finished removing the kneepads. His body tensed further as her small hands crept back up his legs. The librarian's breath caught when her fingers brush lightly over his rapidly hardening cock. He took a large step back. "Buffy..."

"Yes?" she replied innocently, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"P-perhaps it's time for you to go on patrol."

Buffy sighed and stood up. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

"Fairly certain, yes," he replied nervously. He began to fidget as he watched the slayer walk towards him, her hips swaying slightly. "B-Buffy?"

"Giles," she purred sexily as she ran her hands up his chest. "Will you kiss me?"

He moved back another step as his eyes ran up and down her young body. "Buffy. You're like a daughter to me and I..."

She smiled and advanced on him again. Placing her head on his chest, she snaked her hands around his waist. "But you're so much more than a father to me." Buffy pressed herself against him as her hands moved lower and cupped his ass.

"Buffy!" Giles moved back once more, but she hung on. "Daughter...You're like my daughter," he stumbled.

She smiled again and pulled her hands from behind his back. "But would your daughter do this?" Her hands cupped his erection, her fingers gently moving on the fabric of his pants.

"I-I would hope not," he choked out as his hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting his cock into her small hands.

Buffy smiled as she noticed that he made no move to back away again. She licked her lips then dropped back down to her knees. "You know, I like older guys." Her fingers took a hold of his zipper and pulled down. Snaking a hand inside his pants, Buffy moaned as she felt his warm, pulsating cock.

She carefully removed it from his pants and licked her lips again. Buffy blew on the tip as her hand made a fist around the base. Flicking her tongue out, she smiled when Giles shivered.


"Want me to stop?" she asked as she looked up at him. Giles looked down at her and she saw the lust in his eyes. Her smile widened and she lowered her mouth onto his cock.

Giles threw his head back as the slayer's mouth engulfed the head of his cock. His hands when to her hair, not applying any pressure, just resting there. Closing his eyes, Giles focused on his cock and the lips that were sliding up and down it.

"Oh my lord. Buffy, I..." Giles' words were cut short as Buffy's free hand fingered his balls and the tension within him broke and he came, shooting his seed into Buffy's throat. He looked down and watched as Buffy struggled to swallow around his cock.

He pulled his softening member from her mouth and watched as some of his cum slipped out of her mouth and ran down her chin. Buffy swallowed then swiped at her mouth with her hand. Licking the cum from her hand, she stood up, smiling at her Watcher. "I'm not your daughter, Giles. I'm glad you care for me, but I want it to be clear that you're not my father."

Giles' nodded, his hands tucking himself back into his pants. "It-it is very clear."

She smiled brightly. "Good. Score three for Buffy." She turned and began to walk towards the double doors.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"Patrol. Remember? Hellmouth, Vampires, Demons, Sacred Duty?"

"W-would you like some company?"

"Why, yes I would."