By T.C. Healy
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, they belong to Joss Whedon, WB and Fox Television. I'm just taking them out for a little trip. Please water the lawn while we're gone.
SPOILERS: Nah, this is just one of those "hey, it could happen"
RATING: definitely NC-17. (Buffy/Giles) If you are under seventeen...go away, or I'm telling. :P
FEEDBACK: You bet. email@example.com
The sound of wood hitting wood, echoed through out the
library. It was yet another training session for Buffy, and
another session of pain for Giles. She tried to hold back,
she really did, but every time she pulled her strikes, Giles got
angrier and hit harder.
"How are you supposed to learn precision, if you don't fight with everything you have!" Giles growled, swinging the quarter staff to meet hers.
"Giles," Buffy replied, parrying his blow, and striking out with one of her own, "No offense, but if I fought you with everything I have...you wouldn't be standing. And the last thing I need is to have to explain that one to the paramedics."
"Let me be the judge of that," he answered her, connecting a hard blow against her shoulder, "And give me *some* credit! I *can* defend myself, you know!"
Buffy gave a small sigh and said, "Okay...you asked for it. And please remember to tell the ambulance guys that."
With that remark, her blows came faster and with deadlier accuracy. Giles did all he could to keep up with the Slayer, but was beginning to tire. Perhaps, he shouldn't have egged her on quite so much. But this was the Slayer he wanted to see. The power. The grace. The...
"Ouch!" Giles groaned, falling to the floor.
Buffy dropped her staff and ran to his side, "Giles! Ohmygod! Are you okay?"
"I'm not sure," he tried to move, and found a shooting pain racing down his back, "Ow! Damnitt! No, I'm not. I-I think I threw my back out. God, every muscle is hurting!"
"Let me see," She said, helping him off with his jacket, and loosening his tie. She felt his back and stated, "You're muscles are like knots, that's the problem. I think a really good back massage will do the trick. Let me take off your shirt and I'll..."
"Relax," she assured him, "I'm really good a back rubs. When my mom would come home from a really tough day at work, I would give her a back rub. She said it did the trick. I'll work these knots out, and then we can get back to me pummeling you."
"You were NOT pummeling me, ow!" Giles protested, as he unbuttoned his shirt for her, "If it wasn't for this back, I would have..."
"What? Bled on me?"
"Very funny," He said, lying down on his stomach. The floor was cold, causing his nipples to harden upon contact, but he tried to ignore that. He also tried to ignore the fact that a very beautiful, strong young woman was about to place her warm hands on his bare back.
"So, do you like it hard or soft?" he heard Buffy asked, as she placed her soft hands on his back. His flesh quivered slightly at her touch, sending little goose bumps up and down his body.
"I-I beg your pardon?"
"Your massage," Buffy clarified, moving her hands in a circular motion on his entire back, "Some people don't like hard massages...they're sensitive and all. Which ones would you prefer?"
Giles was just grateful that the pain was beginning to subside, "I'll leave that in your capable hands."
She started slow at his shoulders, kneading the muscles under her strong grip. Giles could feel his body begin to relax, and the tightness in his back dissipate, as she continued to move her hands in semi circles. Buffy was certainly right about one thing...she did know how do give a good massage.
Then he felt her hands move down to his lower back. Again, her expert touch worked it's magic on his tender back, until the pain all but disappeared. He wanted to tell her that the pain was gone, but he found himself unable to. Her careful massage felt so good, he didn't want it to end.
"Mmmm...."Giles moaned, "This *is* really good."
"Yeah," she quipped, continuing the back rub, "I think I missed my calling. I should be Buffy the Backpain Slayer."
"You'd have my business," Giles returned with a smile, "Ooo, yeah...right there. That's where it hurts. Mmmm...much better."
As Buffy's hands made circles on his back, Giles felt a weeks worth of tension slip away, and his mind totally clear. Well, it was almost totally clear. He stopped concentrating on the pain, and began to focus his attention on her hands, and her soft, warm touch. He could smell her strawberry shampoo, and perfume when ever she bent down. He envisioned her hand moving to his pants and placing her fingers on his zipper...
"Okay..." Giles said, quickly getting up, "I-I'm f-feeling much better now, thank you." He grabbed for his shirt, but found Buffy's breast instead. He withdrew it immediately, but the damage had been done. All he could do was look at her with abject humility, "I-I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean to..."
"That's okay," Buffy apologized, "I didn't realize I was *that* good at giving massages."
"W-what do you mean?"
Buffy looked down at the bulge in his trousers and smiled, "I didn't think I affected you that much."
Giles immediately realized what she was talking about and turned away, "Buffy...I-I-I..."
Buffy moved closer to him, until she was practically nose to nose with her Watcher, "Shhh..." She hushed, putting her finger to his lips, "It's all right. Actually, I'm kinda flattered. I mean...I didn't think you thought of me that way." She somehow managed to get even closer to him.
This couldn't be happening, he thought. This had to be a dream...right? After being with her for two years, side by side...fighting evil every day...he was finally able to see Buffy as a beautiful woman, rather than just a Slayer. And it felt good.
Suddenly he felt her hand reach down and stroke his rapidly growing erection through his pants. She used the same slow, circular motion on his bulge and she did on his back. He gasped, and stumbled back into the center reading table, "B-Buffy. W-what are y-you doing?"
"You seem tense," she replied with a glint of mischief in her eyes, "I'm planning on fixing that." She undid the clasps on his pants and began to slide them down, all the while slowly massaging each leg. She saw Giles grasp the sides of the desk, and smiled, "Yep. You definitely need something to relax you. How's your back?"
"Back?" Giles sighed, as he watched her reach into his boxers and gently pull out his hardening penis, "What back?"
She finished undressing him and pushed him onto the table, "Lie down," she commanded, "I want to finish this massage."
Giles did as she instructed, laying the length of the wooden table. Buffy then rolled up his jacket and placed it under his head. She kissed him hard on the lips, diving her tongue into his waiting mouth. For a few minutes, they were lip locked, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. When they parted, both were slightly breathless, and VERY aroused. He could see her nipple hardening under her very tight half shirt, and wanted more than anything to caress them. But she was in charge at the moment, and he would have to wait.
Buffy first started at his head, massaging his scalp. Every once in a while she would bend down next to him and whisper something, he couldn't quite hear, in his ear. Her hot breath sent shivers of want down his body, centering on his, all too willing, member. She then traveled down to his shoulders and chest, gently playing with his hard nipples. Giles moaned as her hands continued to travel lower...but not quite reaching the spot that REALLY needed to be massaged.
She rubbed down his arms, and stopped at his fingers. Taking his hand in hers, she gently put her mouth around each diget and began to lick them. This drove Giles mad. He wiggled, wishing that she would put an end to this torture, yet hoping that it would never stop.
When each arm was given its equal time and attention, she turned to his legs. She looked at the pained expression on his face, and made quick work of his lower extremities. Her hands found their way up to the center of his manhood, which was now rock hard, and pulsating. Giles had broken out in a fine sweat that covered his body. Buffy could smell his musky scent, that she thought she had grown accustomed to, and suddenly realized that she had never smelled him when she was aroused. His scent was intoxicating, increasing her pleasure.
She took her hand and began to gently stroke his swollen cock. His hips began to buck slightly, but he remained in control. "Oh....Buffy....Yessss...." Giles moaned, as she continued the tantalizingly slow pace.
"Does this feel good?" She asked, her own voice thick with lust, "Are you enjoying my technique?"
"Oh, very much so," he breathed, "Don't stop...please."
"Mmmm..." she purred, "You're soo hard. I bet you would feel really good inside me. Do you want to be inside me?"
"Yesss...." he groaned, trying to maintain his control.
Buffy stopped stroking him just long enough to hike up her skirt. She pulled off her panties and climbed on top of the table, lowering herself on top of him. She gasped as he filled her, stretching the walls of her vagina. Slowly and carefully she began to move her body up and down, allowing him to slide all the way in, then almost completely out. She heard Giles alternate panting, with a low moan of intense pleasure. It was the same pleasure she was experiencing now.
She began to speed up her movements once she realized that Giles was approaching his climax. Her breath came in short gasped, as she felt his finger stroke her clit. He continued to rub his thumb against her swollen nub, as his hips met with hers in perfect rhythm. Now, her moans joined his. She moved faster, and harder, while his thumb took her to the edge and back again.
He could feel her muscles tighten around him as the orgasm swept over her body. He didn't want to end this just yet. With him still inside her, he sat up and picked her up into his arms. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, as he carried her into his office. He laid her down on the couch, and began to slowly pump again. This time, he was in control. He took off her shirt, and unclasped her bra. As he began to increase his speed, his mouth sought out her breasts, flicking his tongue around her hard nipples.
"Oh...god...yes..." Buffy hissed, feeling another impending orgasm, "Harder! Harder!"
Giles groaned loudly as he began a furious pace, hammering into her, and driving himself deeper. "Ahh....mmm....Buffy," he moaned, "You feel so good. Oh....come with me."
That was all the encouragement she needed. Between Giles sucking at her nipples and the dizzying pace of his thrusts, she felt her whole body shake, "Oh....Yes....yes....yes!!!"
Just as her orgasm was reaching it's peak, and her entire body stiffened, Giles gave one final thrust and moaned, "Buffy!! Yessssss!!!"
They laid in each other's arms for a short while, enjoying the closeness of one another. Finally Giles spoke, kissing her softly on the lips, "If that's how you give massages, remind me to pull a muscle more often."
"Message therapy does wonders," Buffy said with a grin, "Didn't I tell you?"
"Mmm..." he sighed, caressing her breasts, "I'm going to have to learn how to do that, someday."
"And I know the perfect person to teach you. But we will have to have several lessons, and quizzes to make sure you get is straight."
Giles kissed her passionately and replied, "I'm ready if you are."