Storm
by Gabriele Schulz

EMAIL: gabi@gschulz.de
RATING: NC-17
DISTRIBUTION: Solo84, Cap, Dria14, Jess, Sai, UCSL. Others please ask first.
SPOILERS: Let's say up to Hush
FEEDBACK: Go ahead, please.
SUMMARY: That would require a plot ;-) Buffy is out during a strom and Giles goes looking for her. B/G
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, the WB Television Network, and whoever else may have a hold on them. I do not mean to infringe upon any copyrights.
NOTE: Hurricane Lothar brought distruction - and this fic. I was in a weird mood. It's a PWP without actual sex (you'll see what I mean) and it's quite crude (for me that is). Thanks to my lovely beta-reader Lily.
DATE: 12/26/99


"Ruuupert."

"Shh. Can't you hear that?"

"That's just the wind."

He looked out of his bedroom window.

"That's not just wind. It's a storm."

He could see the trees outside moving dangerously from side to side.

"Buffy's patrolling."

Olivia rolled her eyes.

Of course this had to be about Buffy.

His precious slayer. Of course the way he talked about her it always seemed to be The Slayer.

He had told her about his position as a watcher.

Worshipper in the temple of the Chosen One.

And he wasn't even her watcher anymore.

"Rupert, she's a big girl. And small enough to find a place to hide anywhere."

She grinned.

Giles glared at her.

At these moments he remembered why they had broken up.

Olivia had a tendency to get on his nerves after a couple of days and nights of passion.

"I think I should go out to see if she's all right."

"She's the one with superpowers not you."

He looked at her then left her alone.

She sighed.



"Great. This is really great."

Buffy was mumbling to herself.

Her clothes were wet through and she had nearly been hit by a falling branch in the cemetary.

"Well, if any vampires are out in this weather, it's their own damn fault. I'm outta here."

Unfortunately the tree she passed didn't agree and chose to fall on the chosen one.

Buffy wasn't hurt, but she was stuck under the tree, her arms trapped.

She tried to lift the tree, but only succeeded in moving it a fraction before it fell back into place.

The rain kept falling down on her.

Her t-shirt was so soaked it was practically transparent.

"Wonderful. If Giles finds me now I'll not only be beaten by a tree, but also virtually naked. But then again, he's shagging that stupid bitca right now, instead of being with me."

Not that she was jealous.

She would never dream of Giles' hands roaming over her nude body, finding all her secret places, touching her intimately, bringing her to heights others could only dream of...

"Great!"

Not only was she trapped under a tree, totally helpless, soaked to the skin, uncovered to the eyes of anyone who would come by, no, she was having improper thoughts about her forty-something ex-watcher - again.

At least things could hardly get any worse.

That was when she saw the vampire coming.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

Usually she tried to fight her newfound feelings for Giles, but right now, she thought she might go ahead with them.

After all she had approximately 2 minutes to live.

The vampire stared at her not quite believing his luck.

Underneath him lay the slayer, unable to run away or fight.

But she was smiling.

Buffy had just mentally ripped all clothes off of Giles' body.

He was returning the favor and pressing her against the next best wall.

He entered her in one quick thrust and Buffy was happy that she might go through with this fantasy before she was dead.

Her dream self began to moan.

"Buffy!"

She was slightly irritated, because Giles' voice seemed rather worried and not at all that of the person who was fucking her senseless.

She heard a thud and decided that it must have been Giles' throwing her onto the rug, before starting to pound into her again.

Then she felt a cold hand on her cheek.

What was this demon's problem?

She ignored the hand and imagined climaxing together with Giles.

Then it was over.

The hand began to stroke her face and Buffy was wondering what this vampire was up to.

She opened her eyes.

"Buffy."

"Oh. Giles. I was just thinking of you."

"I'm so sorry. I should have come earlier."

"No, no, I was just finished."

He looked at her confused.

"Do you think we can lift this thing together?"

"Let's try."

After a couple of attempts, they managed to lift the tree high enough so that she could force herself out from underneath it.

"Thank God. Is anything broken? Do you feel fine?"

She moved her body. Everything seemed to be in the right place.

"Perfect."

She smiled at him.

He smiled back then looked away.

"Giles?"

He didn't turn back to her.

"Yes?"

"What are you looking at?"

"No-nothing, it's just that your... ehm... wet... eh... can see your..."

"Oh, that. And you don't want to see them?"

"Eh... I..."

He gulped.

"I would never-"

"Why not?"

Giles wasn't exactly sure what was going on.

"We should go and get inside. You need to get out of your clothes."

"You're right."

He was glad that she had dropped the subject.

"The car is in that direction. Are you... can we go?"

She didn't answer.

"Buffy?"

Still no answer.

"Are you still there?"

Nothing.

"I'm going to turn around now."

When he did he was faced with his slayer in all her naked glory.

"Buffy!"

He picked up the clothes that were lying around her on the ground and tried to cover up her nudity, but Buffy wouldn't let him.

They struggled and finally fell on the ground.

Buffy rolled them until she was straddling him.

She pinned his arms above his head to the ground.

"You didn't answer me. Don't you want to see them?"

"Oh God."

The objects under discussion were hovering above his head.

He could do nothing but stare at her perfection.

And he most certainly couldn't control the erection that stirred to life at this sight.

"Oh."

Buffy moved further down his body to ascertain that her suspicion was right.

"I'll accept that as an answer."

She bent down and kissed him fervently.

Giles gave up.

When she released his arms, he wrapped them around her.

He returned every kiss hotly.

Then another tree crashed down nearly hitting them.

"Okay, what did you say about getting inside and out of our clothes?"

She got off of him and put on her clothes.

He watched her still dazed.

"Come on. Inside your house. Out of our clothes. You inside me."

She helped him up and together they ran the few blocks to Giles' home.

They went inside and Buffy was about to jump Giles, when she heard a voice floating down from his bedroom.

"Rupert? I told you, your little slayer can take care of herself. Now come and take care of me."

Giles gulped, but Buffy brightened up.

"You must be wet through. Let me help you get out of your clothes."

Olivia had gotten out of the bed and now went out of the bedroom only to see a smiling slayer walking up the stairs.

"Oh, Buffy."

"Hi, Liv."

Then Olivia saw a fist flying towards her, connecting precisely with her chin.

A split second later she was looking up at Buffy from the floor.

"Buffy!"

"Oh, excuse me, Liv, your ex-lover is calling for me. I don't want to send you out in this weather, so you can stay. Just don't get in my way. Best lock yourself in the bedroom and don't come out until I tell you. And if you hear some crashing and moaning and screaming, don't worry, it's just me and Rupert shagging like bunnies."

She jumped downstairs.

"Buffy, you shouldn't have-"

"I *really* hate bad weather. It makes me all grumpy, so do you want to fight or do you want to fuck?"

"Buffy... I love you."

He looked down at her with big eyes.

She stared at him.

"Okay, that's the second."

She pushed him through the room onto the couch and started ripping his clothes off.

"Buffy..."

"Storm. When it's over, I'll be romantic and sappy and tell you that I love you, but right now I want you inside me in less than a minute or you'll regret that you ever came after me. Any more questions?"

He gulped, then shook his head.

She continued to undress him and he started to work her beautiful body out of the wet and dirty clothes.

His last coherent thought for hours was that maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the storm lasted for another while...

The END