What Would Happen If We Kiss?
By Renee

PLOT - Buffy attends a fancy dress dance, Giles decides to drop by.
AUTHOR - Renee
TITLE - What Would Happen If We Kiss?
SPOILERS - Set after the Body.
DISCLAIMER - Joss and co. own everything except the song, which is by Meredith Brooks. Oh and I own the naughty little things I do with B/G in the dark recesses of my mind.
FEEDBACK - Would it help if I got down on my knees and begged?
EMAIL - renzach@Hotmail.com

"Hey Giles, things have been pretty quiet hellmouthy wise for a week now right?" Her singsong tone interrupted his train of thought.

"Hmm? Oh yes Buffy why?" He looked up from his book to be bowled over by her pout. In the number of years he'd known her that was the one thing he'd never been able to endure. She knew it too, so she used it whenever she felt the need.

"Well it's just that there's this really cool fancy dress party tonight at the bronze and I've already got my outfit and everything and I really really really wanna go so can I please please please?"

"Buffy I don't think that a dance is a good enough reason to shirk your duties, now...now stop that, Buffy I'm warning you to stop it, no I won't give in this time." He turned hoping his back would be stronger to resist that quivering lip but alas it was no use.

"Oh alright go, but if anything happens I'm coming to get you, do we have a deal?"

She squealed and bounced towards him, "Yes Giles we so have a deal." He blushed profusely when she placed a small but enthusiastic kiss on his cheek.

"Ehm....yes well when does this soiree begin?"

"7 so see it works out perfectly because vampires and stuff as a rule don't even come out before like 10."

He glanced at the clock, 8:33, only 2 minutes since his last check. He let his mind wander, allowing himself to imagine the style of costume Buffy could be wearing. She'd looked so beautiful as a medieval lady the Halloween when Ethan Rayne had decided to spice the holiday up a little. He placed a cushion over his lap when his thoughts drifted to Buffy in something a little more figure enhancing, perhaps a cat outfit like the one Cordelia had worn. 8:46, he was beginning to wear a hole in the carpet from his constant pacing, this was ridiculous, 'you'd think you would have learnt to spend an evening without her after all this time.' It was true, there had been a time when he'd spent not just evenings but entire weeks alone pottering around his flat hoping she'd stop in even for a moment.

He was grateful those times were in the past, this summer things had become increasingly easier between them and he was pleasantly surprised when she began to stop by on a daily basis often for hours at a time. He'd watched her grow up but never more so than in the last few months, the death of her mother may have had something to do with that. She'd been forced to grow up so quickly because of her calling, she'd become far more mature than a regular 16 year old then but now when he looked at her she was no longer just a 20 year old she was maturing into an exquisite young woman. It was because of this he'd made a fatal error in judgement, he'd finally allowed his feelings for her to bubble to the surface until he was head over heels in love with her and there was no turning back.

'What if I were to go?' The voice came from deep inside and he laughed at the absurdity of its suggestion. Him go to the dance and what sweep her off of her feet, show her he was more than just a watcher? Ridiculous indeed. 'But she did say it was a fancy dress dance, with the right costume she'd never even know you were there.' He thought on this for a moment, could he really pull it off, surely it wouldn't be difficult, he wouldn't even have to say a word to her he could just watch from the sidelines admiring her from a distance as always. Mind made up he raced upstairs to find an appropriately appealing outfit.

The music was loud and pulsing as he walked through the Bronze's front door. He'd decided on Zorro, it had the mask for anonymity and the dark sexy clothing as a nice touch, much easier to put together from his wardrobe than say batman. He was wearing a black silk shirt open enough for his chest hairs to curl out the top. Black pants, boots, hat and of course black mask all touched off with a silver earring. He scanned the room suddenly aware he had no idea what Buffy was wearing what if he couldn't find her? He needn't have worried, she was the most beautiful creature in the entire room, he was instantly aroused as he watched her gyrate on the dance floor. She appeared to be dressed as 'Princess Leia' from 'Empire Strikes Back'. Her breasts were barely covered by a small metal bikini top, she wore a loincloth around her waist and sandals that seductively curved their way up her calves. An overwhelming rush of desire coursed through his body and he dared any other man to touch her.

A new song began, it's rhythm slow and sensual. He walked closer to where she was dancing and allowed himself to stare openly for a change. He watched as her lips began to chant the lyrics, he was hypnotised. She turned in a slow circle and her eyes became fixed upon him.

Eye to eye
Hey don't I know you
I can't speak"

He gulped as she was facing him now, dancing only for his pleasure. Her eyes never left him as she moved sensually to the beat.

"Strip my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word"

She lifted a solitary finger and ushered him to join her, he didn't have to think about his response, couldn't even if he'd wanted. He met her on the floor and groaned as she melded her body to his. She began to whisper the words into his ear as she turned her back to him and pulled him flush against herself.

"What would happen if we kiss
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away
Would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth
Lust to lust
Spontaneously combust"

Her hand wandered to the back of his head as she pulled his mouth to her neck. She urged him to take a taste as she ground her hips into him. He'd heard about how she'd danced with Xander when she was recovering from her brush with the master but he'd never imagined she was this in touch with her sexuality. His mind was buzzing and his only thought was of her and how she would taste. His lips bared down on her neck and he was pleased when she audibly groaned on contact. She continued to softly sing the words, holding him closer than he'd have imagined possible.

"The room is spinning
Out of control
You act like you didn't notice
You brushed my hand"

She turned once more to face him, he decided to take the lead. He pulled her roughly against himself so she'd have little doubt as to what she was doing to him. She smiled provocatively and gently brushed a fingertip across his groin. He growled and lowered his hands to clutch her bum.

"Forbidden fruit
Ring on my finger
You're such a moral moral man
Would you throw it away no question
Will I pretend I'm innocent
What would happen if we kiss
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away
Would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth
Lust to lust
Spontaneously combust
What would happen if we kissed"

She looked into his eyes and repeated, "what would happen if we kiss?" It was now or never his every dream could come true in the next few moments, the time for hesitation had long since passed. She pulled his head gently towards her face and he watched as her eyes closed. The moment their lips met an explosion of desire swept through his body, his tongue flicked out. She opened to him willingly moaning with passion as their tongues caressed and began their own dance. Her hands held him tightly to her as she poured herself into the kiss, his arms wrapped themselves around her waist, his hands stroking her bare back. The lyrics began again but they were so engrossed in one another neither noticed.

"I struggle with myself again
Quickly the walls are crumbling
Don't know if I can turn away
What would happen if we kiss
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away
Would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth"

His lips explored her mouth brazenly, she was his completely. He felt her desire and smiled at her need for him. He placed wet kisses across her cheek and down her neck until he was softly nestled near her collarbone. She leant backwards urging him to continue further down but he was in control, she groaned as if to complain but complied with his every direction. His heart swelled with pride at how he'd been able to cause her knees to shake, she'd allowed him to lead and was now under his thrall.

"If we kiss
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away
Would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth
If we kiss
If we kiss"

The song began to wind down and he knew their moment would soon be over. His heart plummeted to his shoes, being with his slayer this way had truly been a gift, one he would forever treasure. When the song ended he began to slowly pull away, his lips lingering on hers. He gazed once more into her passion filled eyes, then turned to make a dignified exit. Another song began and though the club was pulsating with its volume he heard her every word. "I love you Giles." He spun in a flash to face her, certain he'd imagined it all. She stood before him, face flushed, lips swollen. She smiled and repeated," I love you Giles." She closed the distance between them and raised her hands, gently removing his hat and letting her fingers wander softly through his hair. He watched her unable to move, to breathe, lost in the way her fingertips felt as they ran across his scalp.

His eyes closed as she removed his mask, he dared not look in case there'd somehow been a mistake, perhaps she hadn't really thought it was him. Her hand brushed across his face and he cautiously opened his eyes. He was dazzled by her smile, the way it sped through his body warming him from the tips of his toes to his battered soul. "I love you Giles." She slowly, allowing him to catch up, placed her lips on his once more. The moment they touched it was as though he had awoken from a deep sleep, she was here in his arms, kissing him, by God she loved him. His arms flew around her, lifting her, her legs wrapped around his waist and she was reminded of his desire. He placed the love he'd felt for her all this time, the heat and passion into that one kiss. When he finally pulled away he rubbed his nose against her own and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you too Buffy, Lord how I do love you." She smiled again and he was overcome with its beauty.

"Is that G-man and Buffy making out?" Willow looked over to where Xander was staring, it was kind of hard to see in her authentic astronaught's costume.

"Looks like, it's about time too." She drug him away from the dance floor, closing his mouth as they went.

"I..I..I believe that was Xander and Willow looking this way." His voice shook unsure how she'd handle the knowledge.

Her thighs tightened around his waist. "Good it'll save explanations when they find me wearing only your shirt tomorrow morning." She kissed him again knocking the surprised look off his face.

"You truly are amazing do you know that luv?"

"I learnt from the best what can I say." He lowered her to the ground and they exited hand in hand.