By T.C. Healy
DISCLAIMER: Nope...don't own 'em...wish I did...but even if I could...I'm broke. All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon, WB and Fox. I'm just taking them out for a spin.
SYNOPSIS: This is a fic in answer to GylzGirl's challenge. It's picture time...but Buffy's mind is elswhere.
RATING: NC-17 (Giles/Buffy)
FEEDBACK: Feeds the soul...please send some. firstname.lastname@example.org
DISTRIBUTION: At Sunnydale Guide to Vampire Slaying http://www.knightslayer.com/sgtvsindex.html If anyone else wants...sure...just ask.
Tamara Healy, Keeper of Giles' hurt at Buffy's Hiding of Angel aka: Serina Collins, unseen Biology Teacher
c.2000 (wow, isn't that cool)
"Okay you two...smile!" Willow said, aiming
the camera at the couple.
Riley held onto Buffy, embracing her with strong arms, and smiling broadly. He couldn't remember the last time he was truly happy. But today was going to be one to remember. It was the perfect day...the sun was shining, the food was great, and he was with the girl of his dreams.
Buffy, looked at the camera and sighed. She liked Riley, she really did. He was kind, sweet, and defiantly good looking, but there was someone else on her mind today ...someone she never thought about before. At least, in the way she did last night...
"So, Buffy," Willow asked, stretching on one of the many wooden benches that lined the college campus, "are you pysched for the Delta Phi picnic, tomorrow?"
"I don't know," Buffy sighed, trying to shade herself from the glaring sun, "A picnic? Sounds so...not fraternity. I mean, if you said, Delta Phi Beer Bash...."
"What is it with you and beer?" Willow scolded, "Remember...picnics good....beer bad."
"But picnics have ants." she argued.
"And beer has...well....bad things. And besides the last thing you need is to be turned into another 'Cave-Buffy'."
Buffy gave her friend a harsh look of mock annoyance, "Wills..."
"Riley's gonna be there."
Buffy thought for a moment, "I'm so there." She jumped up off the bench, "But first...remember that necklace thingie I found last night when I was patrolling?"
"Yeah," Willow nodded, "The one with the pretty amethyst in it."
"Well, I want to show it to Giles."
"Do you think it means anything?" the young witch asked.
"Don't know," Buffy said, as she walked away, "But I'm sure Giles will."
Giles sprang up from the couch the moment he heard the knocking. He walked over and opened the door, already knowing who was on the other side. "Buffy, how good to see you. Um, is there anything wrong?"
Buffy bounced into the apartment, "Well, kinda..." she paused as she noticed the television, "Are you watching T.V.?" She crouched by the small screen, "Jerry Springer?! Giles, you need to get out."
"I just turned it on, and this is what happened to be showing...and, look, I don't have to explain my viewing habits to..."
Buffy smiled. This round of banter belonged to her, "Don't worry Giles...you're secret is safe with me."
Giles sighed, sat down on the couch, and rolled his eyes, "Oh, I'm so relieved to hear that. Now, what can I help you with?"
"Here," she said, handing him the small pendant.
Giles held it in his hands, twirling the jewel around in his fingers, "Okay, either you are expressing you're undying love for me....or you found this last night on patrol."
"I would go with the patrol thing," Buffy nodded. 'Although,' she thought to herself, looking at him dressed in a maroon sweater, and blue jeans, 'if you keep dressing like this...'
"Interesting," Giles said, examining the backing of the pendant closely.
"You found something? Some evil, the-world-is-coming-to-an-end, something?"
Giles smiled and handed the pendant back to her, "Well, that would depend if you were there one who lost this."
Giles placed his hand on hers, turning the pendant over, "It appears that either a G or B lost this."
A small shudder went through Buffy's body, as he continued to hold her hand. She shook it off and smiled shyly, "Wow. B loves G...weird, huh?"
"Strange?" Giles asked, withdrawing his hand the moment he realized he had been holding it, "How?"
Buffy looked at the pendant, "B loves G. Come on Giles...our initials."
Giles smiled, "Buffy, there are many people out there that share our initials..."
"Well, yeah...but don't you think it's just strange?"
Giles stood up and went to the kitchen, "Buffy, we live on the Hellmouth. Strange, around here is the norm."
Buffy got up and followed him, "Giles?"
"Do you...well...ever think..."
Giles began pouring tea for them, "Think what?"
"What it would be like....if we....you know....made love."
It was at that point the hot tea poured out of the pot....down his pants. "Ouch! Damn!"
"Oh god, Giles!" Buffy squeeked, reaching for a wet towel, "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking....I feel like such an idiot. Yup...Buffy the Idiot..."
"I can't believe I even said that," she moaned, trying to wipe the hot tea off his trousers, which only made things worse.
"I mean, I inserted my foot so far in my mouth..."
Giles took the rag away from her, "The towel isn't helping matters."
Buffy looked down and realized what he meant by the remark. In her efforts to repair her mistake...she had inadvertently caused another one. "Giles," she grinned, looking at the growing bulge in his jeans, "So, you *do* wonder about it."
"Buffy," he said, hoarsely, "you can't even begin to imagine..."
He reached down and kissed her gently on her lips. It was their first kiss, and it was everything she had secretly hoped for. It was tender, and warm...and full of emotion. Buffy didn't want it to end, but after a moment, Giles pulled away. There was a glint in his eye as he smiled warmly at her. Without saying a word, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, and planted a soft kiss on her neck. Her skin tingled from his touch, sending warm impulses traveling down her body, settling in her stomach.
She wriggled in Giles' arms and sighed, "Giles.."
"Shhh..." he hushed, backing her up against the wall, and returning his lips to hers.
Buffy reached her hand down and began to massage his bulging jeans. Giles gave a soft groan, as he moved his pelvis against her hand. The Watcher began to carefully unbutton her blouse, and quickly removed her bra. Meanwhile, Buffy had unclasped his jeans, and slipped her hand between the cotton. Between the constriction of the jeans, and the feel of Buffy's soft hand on his member, Giles couldn't stand it anymore. He scooped her up in his arms, and began to head upstairs to his bedroom.
Once there, they finished undressing each other, never taking their lips from one another. They made love with all the tenderness of the first time. Giles was strong and yet gentle, keeping Buffy in a constant state of arousal. He enjoyed every moment of pleasure he gave her.
Buffy was yearning for more. She desperately wanted him to be inside her, "Giles, please...I need you." She begged.
Giles, moaned and slipped inside her, filling her completely. They moved together as one, creating music with their passion. It was a joy that neither one had experienced in a long time, and for that moment in time, it was wonderful.
And when they came, it was also together, in a fiery explosion of love.
"That picture was great," Willow smiled.
Riley looked down at Buffy and tilted his head slightly, "Buffy, are you okay? You seem a bit distracted."
Buffy smiled at him, knowing that their relationship would never be what he wanted, because of her newly discovered love for a certain Englishman. "Oh yeah, I'm fine," she said, trying to sound convincing, "I just have a lot of things I have to do. Can I talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah sure," he replied, "The picnic's breaking up anyway. I was just hoping we could hang out afterwards."
"I know....but there's someplace I have to go," she explained, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Giles answered the door, even before Buffy knocked, "Hello Buffy," he smiled, "How was the picnic?"
Buffy slipped passed him and sighed, "I had fun," she admitted, "But I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Well, if it's any consolation," he grinned, "You were the only thought on my mind today as well."
"Oh yes," he answered her, taking a small box off the end table, "I have something for you. I think you'll like it."
"Oooo," she smiled like a child, "A gift." She unwrapped the green and silver paper and opened the box. Inside was the very same pendant she had found on her patrol two nights earlier, "It's the pendant."
"Yes it is," Giles embraced her from behind, "But turn it around."
When she did, she gasped. Written on the back, was Buffy Loves Giles. "You had them fill it in?" She turned around in his arms and kissed him, "That's so sweet. Thank you."
"Well," he said, kissing her back, "I thought it would be nice to give the two initials...names. And I can't think of two names more deserving then ours."
Buffy laughed, as he picked her up in his arms, "Neither can I."