Call me Rupert
Disclaimer: These wonderful characters do not belong to
me. They are the property of Joss Whedon, WB and Mutant Enemy.
Author: Gibberish-the prolific one. There are a few of her stories that I still have to post. (I'm a slacker)
Spoilers/Timeline: Through Season 3.
Feedback: Yes please. NCC1839@aol.com
Distribution: Solo and Abby if they want it. Anyone else, please just ask.
Buffy sat alone at a table at the Bronze. <Where are they? > She asked herself for the tenth time. She looked at her watch, 9:30p. They were supposed to meet at 9p. She looked up, <Oh no, here he comes again.> He'd hit on her three times already.
"Still not here huh?" He asked, as he sat down.
His name was Chris. He'd introduced himself as soon as she'd sat down. Now, he wouldn't leave her alone. "I'm waiting for someone." Buffy told him. Again.
"No reason we can't wait together." Chris said.
"Not even if I weren't waiting for someone." Buffy said bluntly.
"Why not?" He asked, just a bit testy.
Buffy shrugged and said the first thing that came into her head. "You're just not my type. I like older guys." She told him. Then muttered, "Much older."
"I am older." He said indignant.
Buffy looked at him. He was probably twenty-four, or twenty-five. Next to Angel though, he seemed twelve. "Not old enough." She said. She watched as he stood up and stomped off. Okay, ten. Another fifteen minutes passed. She was beginning to worry about the others, when she saw Chris on his way back over. <Terrific. >
"Looks like he stood you up." Chris commented smugly.
Buffy had been watching the entrance and saw Giles walk in. She smiled at Chris, "No, there he is now." She stood up and went over to Giles.
"There you are..." Giles began. He stopped, stunned, when Buffy put her arms around him.
"Please play along Giles." Buffy whispered in to his ear. "This guy has been hitting on me all night." She looked up at him and blushed. "Do you mind?"
Giles wrapped his arms awkwardly around her. "W-what do you want me to do?" He asked.
"Just pretend you're glad to see me." Buffy whispered, her face still tilted up. Buffy turned them and they headed for the table. She saw Chris walking towards them. He obviously wasn't buying the act. Buffy stopped and looked at Giles again. "Kiss me." She told him.
Giles looked at her blankly. "W-what?"
"Kiss me." She said more urgently. Then, she kissed him.
Giles saw her intention just before her lips touched his. "Uh, Buffy..." But her lips silenced him. She tasted of cappuccino. He had never cared for the drink, but he thought that he just might give it another try after this. On her it tasted good. His thoughts scattered. He knew, in the back of his mind, that this was all for show. But, he also knew that this might be his only chance at this. He decided to make it count. His arms tightened around her.
<Boy, Giles can kiss. > Buffy thought. She felt his tongue flick her lips and her mouth opened instinctively. His tongue swept into her mouth and her opinion of his kissing went up another notch. Or ten. Her own tongue reached out to tangle with his. She forgot all about why she had started this. Forgot all about Chris. She got caught up in the wonderful sensations created by his mouth on hers.
Giles heard her quiet moan when he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He felt her hands grip his shoulders. He almost forgot where they were. He pulled back before he did forget. He looked down at her upturned face.
"Hmmm?" Buffy said as she slowly opened her eyes.
Giles' mind went blank at the sensual sound. <What was I going to say? > He asked himself. He couldn't remember. So he said the first thing that came to mind. "Is he gone?"
Buffy blinked, "Who?"
Giles grinned. "The boy that was bothering you." He clarified.
"Oh." Buffy said embarrassed. She looked around, but didn't let go of him. "Looks like it."
"What's going on here?" Xander asked.
Buffy and Giles jumped apart at the sound of his voice. They looked guilty as hell. "Um..." Buffy said. She looked at Giles.
"Y-yes, well..." Giles said. "B-Buffy was being bothered and asked me for help." He said lamely. He adjusted his glasses. He realized that Willow and Oz were there as well. Then he realized, by their expressions that he and Buffy still had their arms around each other. He dropped his arms to his sides.
Buffy removed her arms a little slower. Her brain was just starting to function again. "Where have you guys been?" She asked. <Why did they have to show up right then? > She asked silently, her earlier concern forgotten. All she wanted was to kiss Giles again.
"Oz's van had a flat." Willow told her.
Xander looked at Giles. "What brought you here?"
Giles' mind went blank again. He looked at Buffy.
Buffy rescued him. "He wanted to talk to me ... Before I patrolled tonight and ... To tell me to be careful of this really bad vampire that he heard was in town." Buffy nearly groaned. That sounded lame, even to her.
"O-okay." Xander said. "If you don't want to tell us, that's fine."
"Uh, why don't we sit down?" Willow said. She wasn't sure what was going on, but Buffy and Giles didn't look right to her.
They made their way to the table and sat down. They dropped the subject, with Oz's help and moved on to safer topics.
Buffy kept casting glances at Giles, aware that he was doing the same to her. She just kept thinking about that kiss and ... <Wow. >
Giles, too, thought about the kiss. That couldn't have all been an act, he kept telling himself. Her reaction could not have been fake.
Willow looked back and forth between them. When they had first walked in the door, she could have sworn that Buffy and Giles had been kissing.
Giles left a few minutes later, citing research as the reason. Buffy watched him go. She was completely confused. What did she do now?
Around 11:00p, Buffy decided to leave herself. She said goodnights and went to patrol. Buffy thought about the kiss and her reaction to it and came to one conclusion. She had to know if he felt it too. She took off with a determined walk.
When Giles heard the knock at midnight, he knew who it was before he looked out. He had hoped that she would stop by, so that they could talk.
<Right. > He told himself. <You want to talk. > He couldn't even fool himself anymore. He opened the door.
Buffy walked in timidly. She looked at him after he closed the door. Now that she was here, she didn't know what to say, or do.
Giles watched her lick her lips nervously. What should he do? He knew what he wanted to do. But did he dare. She looked at him with wide, confused eyes.
Buffy's eyes settled on his mouth. How had she never noticed how kissable it was? She licked her lips again.
Giles saw her and nearly groaned. He bent his head slowly, so that she could pull away if she wished. She didn't. She met him halfway. Their lips met again. Gently at first. Giles felt her respond and deepened the kiss. He swept his tongue in to her mouth possessively, as if he were staking a claim. He was. He lifted her up and pressed her back against the door.
Buffy felt the back against her back and Giles against her front. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His hands moved up her thighs and under her skirt to cup her butt. Her legs clamped even tighter around him and brought him closer still. Giles groaned as he felt her press against his rapidly growing erection.
He rubbed himself against her wet center. He knew that if they didn't stop now, he might not be able to. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, once they opened. "Buffy, if you're going to stop me, stop me now." He rasped huskily.
Buffy's response was to kiss him.
Giles turned from the door and carried her upstairs. He went to the bedroom and kneeled on the bed. He gently lowered her and himself until he was lying on top of her. He slid his hands under her top and caressed her breasts for just a moment before he drew the top over her head and off. Thank God, no bra. He felt her hands on the buttons of his shirt, when she finished, he helped her push it off.
Buffy ran her hands over his now bare chest. She raked her nails through his chest hair, then over his nipples. He groaned and pressed his lower body into hers, which caused her to moan. Giles lowered his mouth to her breasts, one and then the other. He gently bit each nipple and then would kiss the pleasurable pain. His hands undid her skirt and pushed it, along with her panties, down her legs and off.
She did the same for his slacks and boxers. He looked at her, completely naked now, and was awed. "My God but you're beautiful." He saw her blush. "Are you certain this is what you want Buffy?" He asked one last time.
Buffy slid her hand down his body and encircled his erection with her hand and slowly began to guide it to her. She bent her knees as she placed his tip at her opening.
Giles gently pushed his tip inside. It took all his willpower not to thrust just yet. He looked in her eyes; they were looking back to his. He watched her as he thrust in. Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure. She locked her ankles behind his back, which brought him even deeper. "Buffy." He groaned her name.
Buffy felt him as he began to move. Slowly, at first. Then with more force. She brought his mouth to hers, as she began to raise her hips to meet his thrusts. He strung kisses across her cheek to her ear, then down her throat.
Giles could feel the pulse in her neck throb and couldn't restrain a small nip to the exposed vein. Her nails raked down his back. He kissed his way back to her mouth. He slid his hands under her butt and lifted her higher as he continued to thrust fiercely. He felt her climax as she tightened her inner muscles around him. She cried out his name and she dug her nails into his back in an attempt to bring him as close as she could. Hearing her cry out his name in climax sent him over the edge to his own. Two more hard thrusts. "Buffy!"
He lay atop her, exhausted, their breathing harsh. He raised shaking hands to cup her face as he looked down at her. "I love you Buffy." He saw her surprise and smiled. He kissed her gently, before he rolled to her side and just held her to him.
Buffy laid her head on his chest, his heart still pounded. She placed her hand over it. "I love you too, Giles."
"Rupert." Giles said. "I think that, after that, you should definitely call me Rupert."