By Saint Buffy
Author: Saint Buffy
Rating: NC-17 (Graphic sex, language)
Spoilers: Season Five, up to and including Into The Woods
Feedback: It would give me a happy
Disclaimer: : I assert no claim to the characters, stories or concept of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and undertake to make no profit from my writing.
Summary: This is my season six antidote, just a piece of B/G fluff… Buffy's fed up with the pain and confusion which has been her love life. We all know exactly what (or should I say who) she needs, but does she?
"It's just…" Buffy sighed, dropping her bag on the floor and sitting at the Magic Shop table. "I wish it didn't have to be like this."
Behind the counter, Giles looked up at the slayer as she and her best friend talked. Willow smiled at Buffy sympathetically.
"Riley loved you, you know," the witch offered kindly. Buffy shrugged.
"I know, that's not the issue. But even with him, it got so complicated… God," she thumped her hand against the table for emphasis, making both Willow and Giles jump. "I don't understand why it's always like this, when you're with someone. Couldn't it just be…" she trailed off, trying to think of what she meant.
"Great sex?" someone offered. Anya appeared from around a bookcase, carrying a clipboard and a serious expression. Buffy gave her a look.
"No, just, two people, you know, being together, without all of the heaviness," the slayer explained. "Maybe, that part of my life… it could be the one place I get that's away from the darkness and the mess. Maybe I could have something simple." She scratched at the table top with a nail, trying not to see the sympathetic looks the others were giving her. "Or perhaps I do just mean great sex," she added, trying to lighten the mood.
Willow gave her a long look, then reached across the table to pat her friend's hand.
"You'll find someone," she said. Buffy looked at her dryly.
"And then what?" she asked.
The conversation weighed heavily on her for the rest of the afternoon. As she went to pick Dawn up from school, Buffy hardly saw the streets and people around her, buried as she was in the past. She thought over Angel, the romance which had promised pain and complications from the start. Scott barely counted; Parker had been a disaster, an ugly scar she could avoid looking at until it faded. Then there was Riley. Riley who loved her, but left like all the others, distancing himself as much as was possible. Why couldn't he have stayed, she wondered, even as she realised that wouldn't have been the answer. Their relationship had already become laden with overtones, of him protecting when she didn't want protection, giving when she couldn't receive. Since before he started letting vamps in, Buffy realised, they had been sinking under the weight of Riley's expectations.
Nothing was easy. Buffy's first love hadn't simply been her first love, her sister wasn't even simply her sister. There was no part of her life where Buffy could retreat, could spend time just being Buffy.
After her brooding walk, the bright irritation of Dawn's company was a welcome change. Buffy asked about school and Dawn's friends, keeping the conversation as far away from her current troubles as she could. When they arrived home, Buffy lingered outside instead of going in.
"Could you tell Mom I'm going to the Magic Shop, to do some training?" she asked her sister. Dawn's eyes lit up.
"Can I come?"
"No," Buffy said sternly.
"But-" Dawn began, looking stubborn.
"Please, Dawn," Buffy sighed. "I just want a little alone-time, okay?"
Dawn shut her mouth, and gave her sister a gracious smile.
"Oh. Working on your issues, right?" she said. "That's okay. I'll tell Mom."
"Take care," Buffy said, and began to walk again.
Giles and Anya were the only people in the shop when Buffy arrived. They both looked up as she entered.
"Oh, it's you. I thought you were a customer," Anya said, making no attempt to hide her disappointment. Giles gave his employee a long suffering look, and smiled apologetically at Buffy.
"Business a little slow?" Buffy asked, walking up to the counter.
"A little," Giles replied softly. Buffy gave her watcher a smile, thinking to herself that not every man that came into her life disappeared. Giles had been with her for years, no matter what, through torture and betrayal and apocalyptic threat, a promise of- what had he said? Support and respect.
"It's all Giles's fault," Anya said, glaring at her boss. "I told him we should advertise those charms which make people have more orgasms in the window, but he refused."
Buffy smiled as Giles turned red and changed the subject.
"Feel like a spot of training?" he asked Buffy, with a desperate edge to his voice.
"Just what the slayer ordered," Buffy replied, picking up her bag. Giles followed her into the back room and shut the door.
"Anya's giving you trouble?" Buffy asked as she stripped off her shirt. Giles shrugged.
"It's nothing. I keep telling her to be glad I let her order the damn things in the first place," he said, bending to pull off his shoes. Buffy noticed how embarrassed he seemed, and wickedly decided to tease him further.
"So, do those things really give people more orgasms?" she asked innocently, just as her watcher began to lay out the training mats. He gave a start, almost tripping over the mat, and turned back towards her, a stunned look on his face. Buffy couldn't hide a smile as she began to stretch out her muscles.
Giles gave her a glare, realising that she was teasing him, and turned back to the mats.
"I don't know, I've never felt the need to try one," he replied, so calmly that for a moment, Buffy thought someone else must have spoken. She worked her mouth for a moment, hiding her shock as she stretched out her legs.
"Oh," she said eventually, in a very small voice.
Something changed after that. The routine of their training schedule felt alien, each gesture charged with new meaning. The thought of Giles being so confident in bed he didn't have to try and improve the experience, left Buffy with a growing sensation in her body, a rhythm of interest building within her. Giles was certainly behaving differently, watching her more intensely as she stretched, eyes holding hers. She was drawn to the sight of his muscled arms and firm legs on display, and he was doing nothing to hide the impressive sight of his body. Buffy felt a flush of shock as he stripped off his tie and shirt in front of her, calmly pulling on an old sweater he used for training, slow enough for Buffy to get a good view of his wide chest. She stared openly as his chest hair disappeared beneath the top, suddenly fascinated by it, glad that her watcher hadn't disappeared shyly into the toilet to change as he usually did.
They began to spar. Giles held her eyes as he circled her, armed with a heavy stick. Buffy watched his face, waiting for his neutral expression to flicker and betray his next move. Instead, she was almost caught out when his foot shot out to trip her.
Using her slayer speed, Buffy skipped back, then reached for his foot and heaved it upwards, trying to knock him down. Giles twisted out of the way, but nodded.
"Good," he murmured, circling around to the left.
Buffy was fascinated. His movements were almost hypnotic, his eyes never leaving her as his body moved silently over the mat. She was so involved by him, aiming punches and kicks at the pads he carried, that she reacted a moment too late when he caught a punch in one hand. Giles pushed her back, and used his superior weight to bear her to the ground.
For a moment, Buffy lay beneath him, panting heavily and enjoying- there was no other word for it- enjoying the feeling of his body against hers, his weight crushing her in all the right places. He opened his mouth to say something.
"I know, I should have used your move to throw you," she said, reaching up to stop him from speaking. Her fingers rested over his mouth, and she could feel his damp breath on them, and the warm, soft feel of his lips. Giles smiled against her fingers, in a completely un-Giles-like way, and Buffy swallowed and pulled her hand away.
"I was going to say, that should teach you to pay attention," he said in a low voice, and Buffy could feel the vibration of his words rumbling through his body and into hers. He wasn't letting her up, she realised dizzily. He was lying, his left hand engulfing her fist, his right hand bracing himself above her, just watching her with a thoughtful look on his face.
Suddenly he rolled away, and stood up, leaning down to help her get to her feet.
"Come on. You need to practise that new kick," he said, suddenly business-like and completely Giles. Buffy felt almost relieved as the tension subsided, and concentrated harder on her training, although she found herself missing the looks he had been giving her.
They were interrupted as Anya looked into the training room.
"It's late, Giles, I'm going," she said abruptly. "I'll lock up the front."
"Thank you, Anya," Giles said, as Buffy paused in her punches. "Were there many more customers?"
"Two young girls came in, then a couple who bought a fertility statue. Oh, and a little man bought that statue of Hermes I really hated."
"See you tomorrow," he said, and Anya left.
Buffy felt the change in the air as the bell on the door rang distantly, followed by a bang, confirming that they were alone. Giles immediately turned and gave her another of the unwavering, disconcerting looks he had been delivering before. Buffy swallowed and deliberately looked away, pretending to adjust her wrist guards.
"That's enough for today, I think," he said quietly. Surprised, Buffy looked up. He was half-naked again, pulling his shirt on over his shoulders. The sexual implications of watching him dress were not lost on the slayer, as she watched Giles button up the front of his shirt, his long fingers working skilfully. For a moment, she imagined those fingers working on the clasp of her bra, or elsewhere, until her brain protectively shut off that train of thought.
"Okay," she said, and went to change her clothes.
Giles was going through their weapons when she returned, although from the cursory way he checked them over, Buffy guessed he was just filling time while she changed. She adjusted her clothes and cleared her throat.
He turned, and smiled a little shyly at her. Buffy returned the smile, relieved that he was acting more like himself again.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked, coming towards the slayer. She shrugged as he reached her, leaning one strong hand against the wall.
"Not really, patrolling aside," she replied easily, missing the point of his question in her relief at having their normal roles resumed.
"Hm," Giles said, leaning closer to her. His arm blocked her way to the door, she realised, reminding her of the first day they met, when he had prevented her from walking away while they talked of vampires.
Suddenly the question came back to her, combining with Giles's body language to make Buffy revise her opinion of it. Was he coming on to her? His green eyes held her effortlessly, suggestively, and Buffy decided that if he was, she definitely liked it. <Time to stop thinking,> she thought, and took a step closer.
"I've got nothing to do," she said, letting a plaintive note enter her voice, and pushing her lips forward into a pout she knew he could never resist. Sure enough, his eyes were dragged irresistibly down to her mouth, and Buffy watched, captivated by the look in his eyes. <They're amazing,> she thought, wondering why she had only just noticed, as he pulled his attention back upwards.
"What a shame," he murmured, his voice sounding incredibly sexy. Buffy wondered headily if she could hear his attraction in it, even in the three little words he had spoken. She stared up at him, unable to look away if her life depended on it, his presence exerting more power over her than she could have imagined. More powerful than the mystical tricks of Dracula, his body seemed to have a magnetic field from which she couldn't escape.
A moment later, he crossed easily over the line they had been skirting all evening, reaching out to slide his left hand beneath her hair. Pulling her closer, he lowered his head to kiss her without any hesitation, still leaning casually against the wall.
Buffy froze in shock for a second, unable to believe the warm mouth moving over hers belonged to her watcher. A moment later, she reached up and pulled his head closer. He stood straighter, moving away from the wall to snake his other arm around her waist and pull her close. Buffy leant against him, unable to concentrate even on standing up as he teased her with his mouth, taking one of her lips between his, sucking gently, nipping her with his tongue, then covering her mouth completely with his. She opened her lips timidly, and he entered immediately, pushing her further open, exploring boldly.
Buffy felt her legs weaken, and rested her weight against him fully, glad not to have to be the strong one for the moment. His tongue was doing the most incredible things to her mouth, thrusting and caressing, finding sensitive corners she never knew she had, and sending shivers around her body to build up in a heat in her groin. His arm tightened around her waist, entwining their bodies so Buffy could feel his heart beating heavily beneath her hand. She rubbed her palm over the beat, and felt his tongue push harder against hers in reply. Rapidly losing control of herself, Buffy wrapped one arm around his neck, trying to pull him even closer, her other hand tangled in his shirt front. He responded by rubbing her back, then moving his hand lower to cover her backside, giving it a firm, erotic squeeze.
Buffy gave a moan of surprise against his mouth, and kissed him harder, one hand suddenly fighting to undo his shirt. He moved them both further back, still kissing, until Buffy felt the wall bump gently into her back. Finally, he broke the kiss, moving immediately to kiss her jaw and neck, even biting her breasts gently through her top. Buffy concentrated as much as she could on his shirt, finally undoing all of the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. She ran her hands over his chest and kissed him until he pulled her up by the waist and settled her on his hips, the added contact making them both groan. Giles's hand moved from her waist to the front, sliding under her top and making her shiver as his fingers slipped over her bare skin. He kissed her mouth again, harder, biting her lip as his hand reached her bra and pulled it up to touch her breasts.
Buffy pressed closer to him, part of her still finding it hard to believe that Giles was touching her so intimately and erotically, taking control of her body so confidently. She squirmed as his hand slipped around to her back to open her bra. They untangled themselves enough to pull Buffy's top off between them, and she shook her bra off her arms, showing herself to him for the first time. Without stopping to look, Giles lowered his head to take her right nipple in his mouth, stroking her left breast with his hand, claiming her immediately. Buffy shuddered at his touch and uttered the first words spoken since they had kissed; "Oh God, Giles."
He responded by swapping breasts, taking her left one more passionately, biting into her soft flesh and grazing it with his teeth. Just as Buffy thought she was losing her mind, he began to move further down, dropping onto his knees to kiss her stomach and push his tongue into her belly button, his actions blatantly sexual. Buffy felt his hands working on her zipper and couldn't comprehend the pleasure she imagined she was going to feel next, until she felt air on her legs and his mouth pressing at her burning centre. She cried out, thrashing against his gentlest touch, and he stayed still, waiting until she was more used to his presence before moving his tongue against her. She widened the gap between her legs, one hand in his hair, wordlessly encouraging him as he deepened his movements, steadying himself with both hands on her backside, pulling her closer.
Buffy shut her eyes, her head leaning back against the wall, but then she couldn't believe what was happening and had to lean forward and look down at his head between her legs, bowed, worshipping her. Her legs couldn't hold out much longer, she thought as he changed technique, biting her softly before he began to suck her clit rhythmically and hard. His tongue came out to tease her again, and her legs collapsed as she came against his mouth, screaming out his name in the most intense climax of her life. He held her up as she writhed, then stood to take her back into his arms.
"Shush," he murmured as she came down, stroking her hair as he held her against his bare chest. Buffy could feel his hard shaft pushing against her, and wanted, more than she could ever have imagined, to feel it inside her.
"Giles…" she whispered, reaching up to kiss him hungrily. He kissed her back, tasting of her juices, and probed her mouth with his tongue once more. She could hardly breathe, pulling his mouth as close to her as she could manage. After a moment she remembered that he was still wearing his pants, and slid her hands down to release him.
He was so hard it must have hurt, she thought, taking him in one hand to feel his huge, burning cock rise against her. Pushing her back against the wall, one hand rubbing her right breast, Giles removed her hand, still without speaking, and she pulled herself eagerly up over his hips. His cock was beneath her, pressing against her core as he kissed her again, deeply, his tongue showing her what he was about to do elsewhere. She felt his hands slide slowly down her sides, leaving sweeps of flushed skin in their wake, and shuddered in anticipation of what was coming. She kissed him more wildly as he tilted her hips, and after a second, his hard shaft entered her, stretching and filling her completely. The angle was so steep and he was embedded so deeply that the base of his cock was firmly against her clitoris, his balls resting beneath her opening.
For a moment Buffy hardly dared to move, in case she came without him touching her any further. He seemed content to wait until she was ready, his mouth resting against hers, hands on her backside, his wide chest heaving with each breath.
She pulled his mouth harder against hers and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He began to thrust inside her, using the rhythm she set with her tongue, stroking her so deeply that Buffy soon lost control and let her head fall back with a moan. His mouth moved to her neck, kissing tenderly as his cock plunged deep inside her. He lifted her backside up in his hands, squeezing it gently, and brought her down harder against him with every stroke.
Buffy revelled in the ecstasy he was building up within her, the skill and passion her watcher was revealing. She began to move uncontrollably against him, thrashing her hips, on the brink of another orgasm. He bound her to the wall with his cock, so deep inside her she couldn't bear it, and Buffy came, arms wrapped around him, juices escaping down her legs. Giles kept up a steady pace as she screamed, continuing to stroke her as she came down, until she came again, hard and unexpectedly, moments after her first orgasm.
As her lungs pulled air inside her desperately, Giles pushed her back into the wall, moving one hand to stroke her breasts and her stomach, his mouth caressing the skin of her shoulder, her neck and her chest. The constant motion of his cock, so hard inside her, and so perfectly positioned to pleasure, still caused waves of unbearable delight to course through her body. His hand returned to her backside, as he began to thrust harder into her, pulling himself out as much as their position allowed before pressing his massive, burning length back into her. Buffy leant back, marvelling in the incredible feeling as he loved her, harder than ever before, scraping the topside of his cock backwards and forwards against her clitoris, carnal noises escaping him with the effort, his hands pulling her backside ever harder against him. Buffy wrapped her legs tightly around him and prepared for another orgasm, moving until they were both thrusting against each other, uncontrollably, screams building up between them.
She came as he came, thrusting gush after gush of his hot seed deep inside with each blow as he took her, rubbing his tongue against her skin and groaning savagely. His pleasure lasted much longer than Buffy expected, and almost brought tears of joy to her eyes as he overwhelmed her again. For minutes afterwards, all they could do was cling together, breath heaving in and out of their bodies, rocking slightly, his cock still buried far inside her.
Eventually Giles lifted his head and slowly began to pull himself out, pulling her away from her with his hands on her hips. She protested against the loss of contact, but he silenced her with a deep kiss, letting her legs drop to the ground. Buffy wound her arms around him, still relishing in the feel of his body against hers, and kissed him as deeply as her shortness of breath would allow.
She wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted, although it felt like years. Just as she thought they were winding down, he would thrust his tongue into her mouth with renewed passion, causing her to lose herself in him again.
They were interrupted as the phone rang. For a moment, Buffy couldn't work out what the noise meant. They pulled far enough away to look at each other as the sound continued.
"Phone," she croaked, feeling the cool bricks against her in contrast to the heat of their bodies.
"Could be important," he replied reluctantly. He let go of her and went to answer it, still completely naked.
It was Willow. Buffy watched, still breathing hard, as he talked.
"No, she's here," he said, glancing towards Buffy. His voice sounded completely calm. "We were training…. Oh. All right, I'll tell her." He hung up, and turned towards Buffy,
"Trouble?" she asked, recognising the look on his face. He nodded reluctantly.
"I'm afraid so," he replied, taking her back into his arms. "I was planning on continuing this further." He kissed her, gently, but the passion he had created in Buffy's body moved her to push his mouth open recklessly and pull him closer.
"What happened?" she asked as they pulled away.
"Vampire, at the Bronze. Willow says he's obviously on the hunt," he reported. Buffy sighed.
"I have to go, before anything happens."
"Do you want me to drive you over?" Giles asked, but Buffy shook her head.
"It's not far. I'll run," she said, moving away to pick up her clothes.
They dressed in silence, and Giles pulled her back into her arms for a final kiss before he let her leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said unsteadily as they broke apart. He nodded.
"Good hunting," he said, and let her go.
The night time air felt cold on her flushed body as Buffy hurried through Sunnydale, taking back streets and alleys any other young woman would have avoided like the plague. A noise from the alley behind the Bronze drew her attention as she ran towards the club. She quickly changed her path, drawing her stake as she sprinted around the back.
A vampire was struggling with a young girl, pinning her arms to her sides as she screamed. Buffy wasted no time in introducing herself.
"May I cut in?" she said, punching the vampire in the face.
"Slayer?" he asked, backing away, looking around in the hunted way only newly-risen vampires ever used.
"To be honest," Buffy replied, leaping in with a kick, "I'm hurt that you had to ask."
She threw him against the wall and staked him effortlessly.
"You okay?" she asked his victim. The girl nodded.
"Thank you," she said, eyes filling with tears. Buffy shrugged.
"All in a night's work," she said, dusting her hands and wondering, as usual, if she should explain anything further. "You'd better go home," she finished reluctantly. "Take care." The girl hurried away.
Buffy was reluctant to enter the Bronze, knowing Willow and Tara would be waiting. Willow seemed to have a best-friend radar which alerted her to Buffy's every mood. Would she suspect anything? After their encounter in the training room, Buffy felt as if Giles had stamped his name across her body, and couldn't imagine anyone wouldn't notice. Plus the wicca had ways of making people talk, her resolve face being the least of her powers. She stared at the pile of vampire dust in front of her, still finding it hard to believe that Giles, her watcher, had made love to her so suddenly and spectacularly.
"And God, was he good," Buffy told the pile of dust, before she went to find her friends.
Willow and Tara sat anxiously at a table in the corner, eyes fixed on the door. They both rose as Buffy came in.
"Did you get it?" Willow asked, and Buffy nodded.
"No problem," she replied, sitting down beside her. The couple sank back into their chairs, obviously relieved.
"We spotted him when we were dancing," Tara explained. "I, er, I saw him first," she said, shyly proud, almost as if she was claiming a good looking guy.
"Well done," Buffy said, reaching to take a sip from Willow's drink. <So far, so good,> she thought.
"Are you okay?" Willow asked. Buffy cursed inwardly and tried to meet her eyes.
"Yeah, why?" she said, mentally acknowledging her friend's intuition.
"You look a little… glazed," Willow said apologetically, eyes keenly fixed on the slayer's. Buffy felt herself blush and looked away.
"Yeah. No, I mean. I just- training, I was training. It was kinda intense," she babbled. Willow seemed satisfied.
"Okay," the witch said, leaning forward to claim her drink again. Buffy felt a swell of relief, then began to wish she had confessed. She hadn't had the chance to talk to Giles afterwards, and her emotions were still confused, unsettled.
"I'm going to get some more drinks," Tara said, rising. "Buffy, do you want one?"
"I'm okay, thanks," Buffy said, and watched as Tara began to work her way towards the bar, working her way awkwardly through the crowds of Bronzers.
"I finished that essay about the French Revolution earlier," Willow began. "I thought the question was really interesting-"
"I had sex with Giles," Buffy blurted out, and shut her eyes so she couldn't see her friend's reaction.
"You had sex with Giles?" Willow repeated incredulously. Buffy opened her eyes to see her friend's stunned face. "You had *sex* with *Giles*?" she said again, an accurate rendition of Buffy's reaction to hearing her mother's thoughts on the same subject.
"During training," Buffy confessed, looking at her hands.
"Wow. I mean, Buffy… wow." Willow thought for a moment. "Was it good?"
"Willow!" Buffy said, shocked, but then relented. "It was incredible. It was like… I can't describe it," she said, shaking her head.
"That expression on your face is doing a good job," Willow noted, and Buffy blushed. "I don't know what to- do you love him?"
Buffy looked up, surprised by the question.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "It's all so sudden. One minute we were training, and he was really…" she blushed again, not enjoying the conversation. "Turning me on, and the next thing…"
"Wow," Willow said again. "You've never felt like this before?"
"No!" Buffy said, feeling outraged, before she realised that wasn't true. "Yes," she amended, replaying past thoughts in her mind that she had previously filed under 'sexually frustrated mania'. "Quite a lot, really."
"What did Giles say?" Willow wanted to know. Buffy shrugged.
"We didn't talk. He was just…" she had a sudden flashback, and shuddered. "He was amazing, Will."
"You want to do it again?" Willow said, making Buffy squirm with embarrassment. The slayer nodded.
"I don't know why he suddenly… went for me, though," she said. Willow frowned.
"Oh," the witch said after a moment.
"What?" Buffy replied.
"This morning. Giles was there, while you were talking about your relationships. He must've… wanted to do something about it," Willow hypothesised.
"Oh," Buffy said, eyes widening at the realisation. Could this be true?
"I've got to see him," she decided, standing up. Willow looked at her anxiously.
"Are you sure?" she asked. Buffy nodded.
"I want to sort this out," she said, and gave her friend a hug. "Thanks for listening," she said as Tara returned.
"You're going?" Tara asked, surprised. Buffy grinned apologetically at her.
"I've got something I need to do," she said, and left.
Giles's house was quiet as she approached, light glowing softly out of the windows. Buffy hesitated, feeling nervous again, and steeled herself to open the door.
He looked up as she entered, in the middle of pouring himself a glass of wine.
"Hey," Buffy said softly, shutting the door behind her and stopping nervously. He read her face silently for a moment, then put the bottle of wine down.
"Good evening," he said, in his usual voice, coming towards her slowly. He stopped a few feet away from her, resting one hand on the back of a chair. Buffy stepped forwards to join with him, pushing her arms around his neck and reaching up to kiss his lips. He returned the kiss, to her relief, slipping one arm around her waist.
"The vampire was no trouble?" he asked.
"No," Buffy replied, trying to read his quiet face. "The only casualty was the vamp himself." Giles nodded in satisfaction.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked, his voice low.
"You," Buffy said honestly, wanting to kiss him again. He lowered his head in reply, taking her lips between his. Buffy opened her mouth, then remembered that making out was not the main reason for her visit.
"Giles…" she said, pulling her head back.
"Shush," he said softly, pulling her closer into his arms. Buffy relaxed and let him kiss her, rubbing her tongue tenderly against his own. When Riley had tried to take over like this, she had found it unbearably irritating, but Giles's control felt different, incredibly seductive. She loved the way she could relax against him, not thinking about anything, simply enjoying the pleasure he gave, not even having to worry about pleasuring him in return, as he took what he wanted so carnally and satisfyingly from her body. She ran her hands down his back, delighting in his strength, letting herself believe she was protected, safe in his arms. Suddenly she pulled back.
"This *is* because of what I said this morning," she realised suddenly. Giles touched her cheek tenderly.
"Something simple," he admitted, and Buffy felt a violent surge of affection and love for him, that he would try and create this for her. She pulled herself more fiercely against him, hugging him close.
"But I've never-" she begun, but Giles silenced her with a hand over her mouth.
"You seem to be having trouble with the concept of simplicity," he said calmly. "Let me explain." He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist with a smile. "It involves me taking you upstairs to continue what I started earlier." He began to take deliberate steps towards the stairs, managing Buffy's weight easily. "Afterwards, I will probably tell you that I am here, Buffy, for whatever you want, whatever you need."
Buffy smiled at him, moved, as he stopped to reinforce his words. She leant forward and kissed him, closing her eyes, until he deepened the kiss and began to hurry towards the bedroom.
"I need *you*," she realised, and laughed as he growled, holding her firmly in his arms, and began to run up the stairs.
They landed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing deeply, Giles firmly on top. He began to stroke her, touching her arms, her neck, her breasts, running his hands down the insides of her thighs until she shivered. Buffy let her hands run over him, feeling the luxurious freedom he gave her, to do whatever she wanted.
"I love you," she said, then wondered if she had ruined his ideas of simplicity. He met her eyes, smoothing hair away from her face with one hand. She saw that his green depths were filled with love, and she smiled.
"I love you too," he replied, pulling her up to strip off her top. "So that's settled." She laughed with delight as he began to kiss her bare skin, worshipping her body with his mouth, claiming her as she sat before him. Slowly, he pushed her down into his bed, letting his tongue slide down her front, between her breasts and down to the waistband of her skirt.
"Giles…" she moaned, loving the way he touched her, and reached to push herself out of her skirt. He sat back and watched as she revealed herself, his fiery gaze travelling freely over her naked body, as sensual as his touch. Buffy sat up impatiently and began to undo the buttons of his shirt as he unbuckled his trousers. Soon, their position was reversed, and Buffy straddled him, pushing him down against the bed and kissing him as Giles kicked his pants off. She cried out in surprise as she felt his thumb against her clit, and began to move against it. Giles rolled her on to her back, pushing his third finger into her as he did, and letting his thumb explore and stretch her wet folds. His fingers thrilled her as he laid his other hand against her hips, trying to slow their thrusts. Buffy held herself still as he teased her, his hot mouth running up and down her stomach and over her breasts, biting into the soft skin of her arm or kissing her mouth. Restlessly he touched her, stroked her, tasted her until Buffy was aching to feel more.
Just as she began to lose control, Giles took his hand away and pulled her up into his arms. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his huge shaft squeezed under her backside as he kissed her passionately. She thrust herself against him wantonly, wanting to be joined, tearing her mouth away from his to plead with him.
Giles wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her, turning until her head was on against the pillows on his bed.
"That's better," he murmured, dropping his head to taste the skin on her throat, his arms still wrapped around her back, bound beneath her. He moved until he was bracing the back of her shoulders, raised up on his elbows, and their eyes locked.
Buffy watched as he lowered his gaze, then followed to see where he was looking. His cock was straining between them, fiercely erect, the tip already glistening with precum. Buffy couldn't tear her eyes away as he lowered himself towards her, and she lifted her hips impatiently, absorbed in the erotic sight. His tip rested against her for a moment, before Giles moved his hips and pushed himself in.
Buffy gasped and closed her eyes, feeling how tightly he fitted, how big and hot and straight his cock was as he embedded himself inside her. Giles thrust his hips and moved to prop up the back of her head with one hand.
"Watch," he instructed, his voice low and rough with the effort of controlling himself. Buffy opened her eyes willingly, feasting on the sight of their union, watching as he pulled himself half out of her before sliding back in.
He set a slow pace, changing the angle slightly with each thrust and lingering when he was fully inside her. No one had ever gone so slowly with her before, and it was an incredible feeling, an examination of the full joy of the act that could only come from scholarly Giles. Buffy shook, feeling surges of pleasure reaching every part of her body as he gradually increased both pace and pressure, building her up, twisting his hips with each rhythmic thrust. Buffy broke the pace first, beginning to ride wildly beneath him, feeling his arms tighten around her as he tried to encompass her movements. He fucked her harder, ramming his cock deep into her body, and Buffy began to cry out.
"Scream, if you want," he said, taking her so hard that his bed had begun to bang against the wall.
"Giles…" Buffy tried, losing control of herself.
"You can do better than that," he said, twisting his hips more with each thrust to encourage her. Buffy felt the start of her orgasm hit and she threw her head back to scream his name as loudly as she could, feeling the magnificence of her release channelled through her voice. Sex had never felt so good, so liberating, so charged with love and magnificence. He froze as she came, seeming close to the edge, and stayed still as she kissed him and fought to get her breathing back under control.
"Ready?" he asked roughly. She nodded. "This might be a quite-" he began apologetically, but Buffy cut him off by thrusting her hips up, pushing him even deeper. He groaned and pulled her closer, suddenly thrusting as hard as he could, in and out, stroking her channel and rocking the bed around them.
Buffy stroked his back and thrust against him, pushing him deeper. Last time he came, she had been too overcome by her own pleasure, but as he began to groan this time nothing distracted her from the overwhelming joy of his orgasm, the flooding pleasure of his hot seed spurting inside her, his body marking hers, thrusting on and on, seemingly unstoppable.
Finally, he collapsed on top of her, immediately rolling slightly to take his weight on his arm and avoid crushing her body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, still joined with him, amazed by the wonder of his lovemaking. Nothing she had experienced compared to what he gave her, she thought, holding him possessively.
"I want everything," she said when she felt her breath had returned to normal. He looked at her, eyes blurred with satisfaction.
"Hm?" he asked.
"I want everything," she repeated, gazing adoringly into her lover's face. "We work together in everything, I've just realised. From the slayage, to here." She gestured to the bed around them. "And I want it all. From you. I don't care about simplicity."
He was looking very seriously at her. "What do I get?" he asked, and Buffy felt a flush of love for him, that he trusted her not to think his question was unreasonable.
"You took me earlier, remember?" she whispered, thrusting her hips against him to show what she meant. "Seriously. I've been yours since then."
He stared down at her, speechlessly, then bent his head to kiss her.
"So that's settled, then," he said. Buffy laughed, running her hand through his hair, then groaned as he thrust against her again.
"Again?" she said, squirming against him.
"Of course," he murmured, and Buffy traced the smug edges of his smile with a finger. "If you want." His hips emphasised his challenge.
"I want," Buffy said, more seriously, feeling him above her and inside her, celebrating the touch of the man she loved. "I'll always want."
They exchanged a sweet kiss, a searing look, and Buffy laughed again delightedly as he rolled to pull her on top.