Title: Chip Tooth Smile
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO Overall/FRAO This chapter
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: AU, one year post-series...no Dawn, Anya survived Sunnydale.
Synopsis: A year after Sunnydale, there are quite a few changes in the Scoobies' lives. There are more changes to come.
Author’s Note: Special thanks to A for taking the time to go through this project for me. This fic is inspired by the album Chip Tooth Smile by Rob Thomas. This is not a typical songfic. (Lyrics and .mp3s can be found on the CTS index page)

Chapter Five - I Love It

“You’re telegraphing your moves.”

Buffy paused and stood up straight, dropping her arms and opening her hands. “No, I’m not.”

Giles crossed his arms and stared at her. “I beg to differ. Within the first two strikes, I knew exactly what you were going to follow up with.”

She raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the dummy she had just spent the last ten minutes pummelling. “Wanna take his place?”

“I’m sorry?” He asked, taking a step towards her.

“Well, I am supposed to be taking my frustrations with you out on you…not a dummy.” She said, taking a step to her left and smiling at him as he uncrossed his arms. “Do you think you could take me?”

He paused, opening his mouth and then closing it as he stared at her. Her smile faded, suddenly realising what had fallen out of her mouth.

“Oh…I, uh…that’s not what I meant.” She looked at him for a moment and then took a step towards him. “Well, I mean…you…well, you could…”

“Buffy…” Giles warned, somewhat half-heartedly.

“I know.” She sighed. “But, do you think you could take me? I mean, in a fight not in a – ”

“If you continue to telegraph your moves?” He interrupted before she could make the conversation any more awkward than it had already become. “Absolutely. Without a doubt.”

She struck out quickly, a hard jab with her right hand…which he blocked without issue, wrapping his fingers around her wrist as he stared into her eyes. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“You didn’t even flinch…”

“Slight stutter-step with your left foot and you dropped your right shoulder.” He stated, pushing her arm away from him. “Would you care to try again?”

She hesitated for a second and then launched into a full attack. He blocked each punch, each kick without error. When she lunged towards him, he sidestepped and turned the attack onto her. She stumbled slightly, surprised to suddenly be on the defensive. He grabbed her shoulder to steady her and saw her smile a half second too late.

She twisted her body slightly and pushed her hand against his chest. He grunted as she hurled him against the wall, following quickly with a kick that would have connected with his jaw if she hadn’t stopped it a couple of centimetres away from him.

“Didn’t see that one coming, did you?” She asked, lowering her foot back to the floor.

He shook his head and grinned. “Very well done, Buffy. Your adjustments were…unexpected.”

“Mm…new stuff I’ve been working on. Glad you like it.” She smiled softly, noticing his eyes had darkened slightly. “You did, didn’t you?”

He stared into her eyes, knowing exactly what she was inferring by her question. “I always do. You’ve just never paid this close attention before. I don’t necessarily want to like it as much as I do…”

“Maybe I should pay better attention from now on.” She said, glancing at his lips.

He pushed away from the wall and walked around her. “So…coffee?”

“Nice segue, Giles. Considering the situation, I’ll let it slide this time…” She reached out and grabbed his arm, turning him to face her. She tightened her fingers on him as she looked into his eyes. “Next time, I’m not stopping until we flame out. You understand what I’m saying?”

“Of course I do.” He took two steps forward, pushing her against the wall that he had just been hurled against and grinned. “I did want to be a fighter pilot when I was a child. I understand the terminology.”

She licked her lips and his gaze flicked to the movement. Her grip on his arm tightened further as he edged closer to her.

“You do realise that flame-out tends to occur during cruise or descent, yes?” He said, his voice dipping dangerously low. “And the engine can normally be restarted following a flame-out…”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about jet engines?”

He placed his hand on the wall, next to her hip and leaned closer to her. “Because you were never talking about jet engines.”

“Giles…” She whispered, lifting her free hand to rest against his side.

“We need coffee. Now.” He moved his lips to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he continued on a thick whisper. “Rest assured, this in no way means that I don’t want you desperately right now.”

He pulled away from her suddenly, sighing as she looked at him through slightly glazed eyes. He took two steps back and cleared his throat.

“I think this training session has come to a close. In the future, keep track of your movements…change them up accordingly…your opponent could possibly use them against you.” He smiled softly as he continued. “If they’re intelligent enough to track them themselves, that is.”

Buffy shook her head in confusion. “What the hell just happened here?”

“I nearly lost control.” Giles admitted, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I’m…well, I’m not sure I’m actually sorry. But, I do apologise for overstepping a line that I shouldn’t have crossed here and now.”

“You want me…” She stated quietly, more to herself than to him.

He chuckled and gave her a subtle wink before gesturing towards the door with a tilt of his head. “Can I buy you a coffee?”

She nodded absently, her mind replaying the events of the last few minutes. “Yeah…caffeine would definitely be appreciated right now.”

* * *

Buffy watched him stir his coffee, well aware that he’d fallen into deep thought again. She took a sip of her mocha and then said his name. When he didn’t look up or acknowledge that she had said anything, much less his name, she reached over and gently tapped his forearm. He looked up to find her smiling at him.

“Hm? Oh…I’m sorry.”

“What’s weighing you down right now, Giles?”

He placed his spoon on the saucer and sighed heavily. “I’m frustrated and annoyed.”

“At me?” She asked, suddenly concerned that she’d done something to upset him.

His brow furrowed. “What? No…at myself.”

“Why?” She took another sip of her coffee and curled both hands around the mug as she placed it back on the table.

“I feel that I’m dangerously close to fucking everything up again…less than five hours after being back on speaking terms with you.”

“We were never not on speaking terms, Giles. I just needed time to process what had happened…and you needed time to work through your concerns. If I had picked up the phone and called you, would you have answered?”

“Of course, I would have.” He replied with no hesitation.

“So would I…if you had called me. That’s not something people would do if they’re not on speaking terms.”

He sighed heavily, rubbing his thumb along the top of the handle of his mug. “You know what I mean, Buffy.”

“Do you think I don’t feel the same? Jesus, Giles…do you know how hard it was to not kiss you? Even before our whole jet engine thing…” She leaned back in her chair and regarded him closely. “As soon as you said ‘Hello, Buffy’, all I wanted to do was to run over to you and…but, I couldn’t. We needed to talk…and we did. And after we talked, I just wanted you to hold me…to kiss me…to…”

She closed her eyes briefly and shook her head. “I’m scared too, you know? I don’t want to mess things up…but, how can I not want more from you? With you?”

She opened her eyes and smiled nervously at him. “If you asked me to go home with you right now, I would. If you had asked me after our training session, I would have. If you had asked me after we talked, I would have. Would that mean it would be a mistake? Or would we just be giving in to what we both feel?”

“Would we not be rushing things? Again?”

“Would you panic in the morning and think that leaving would be your best option?”

He leaned back in his chair and stared at her. “I’m fairly certain that I wouldn’t make that mistake again.”

“Then ask the question…if you want to.”

He was quiet for a few moments, staring at his coffee. Then, taking a deep breath, he lifted his gaze to hers.

“Would you like to come home with me tonight, Buffy?”

“To talk?”

He shook his head slowly, then shrugged his shoulder. “Of course, if you want to talk, we can. But, I was actually referring to my bed.”

She gestured to his coffee. “Do you want to finish that first?”

“Not particularly…”

She pushed her own mug to the side and offered him a warm smile. “Then, I’d really like to go home with you now.”

With a quick nod, he pushed his chair back and stood, offering her his hand. When she placed her hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze and pulled her up.

* * *

“I hope you’re not expecting the same level of exuberance that I exhibited a few weeks ago.” Giles murmured, in between kisses as she unbuttoned his shirt.

She laughed softly, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his sternum. “I was thinking the same…but, with shorter words – and less of them.”

He lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, gliding his lips and tongue along her collarbone as he reached behind her and deftly unclasped her bra. As she worked on his belt, he unbuttoned her jeans. After he unzipped them, he gently guided her backwards towards the bed…holding her gaze. She sat down on the mattress and discarded her bra before moving towards the centre of the bed.

He removed his trousers and boxers, smiling as she took the opportunity to shimmy out of her jeans and underwear as well. He made his way to the bed as she stretched out across the mattress. He slid his right knee between her thighs as he leaned over her and kissed her deeply and slowly.

When he moved his mouth to the side of her neck, she slid her hands down his back. “How much sleep have you been getting?”

He mumbled something against her skin and she laughed, lightly scratching her nails over his shoulder blades. “What was that?”

He shifted so that he was kneeling between her thighs and lifted his head. “Enough to function…”

He ran his fingertips over her nipple, grinning as she shuddered beneath him. “I have enough energy for this, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“Never thought you didn’t.” She said, curling her legs around his hips and pulling him to her. “But, you do need more sleep.”

“Later.” He mumbled, reaching down and guiding his erection into her.

He smiled at her soft groan as he pushed forward, pausing only when he was fully embedded within her. Leaning down, he brushed his lips across hers before whispering her name.

“Huh?” She answered, sliding her hands to his sides.

“Open your eyes, look at me.” He whispered, his voice gravelled with desire.

She did as requested, gasping at the depth of desire she could see in his darkened green eyes…his pupils heavily dilated. “Giles…”

He began moving with slow strokes, relishing the sensation of her nails scratching across his ribs. “Tell me what you want…”

“You…want me to talk to you?” She gave a shaky laugh as he nodded silently. “I can barely think right now, much less talk…”

“Not asking you to think…” He murmured, covering her breast with his hand and gently squeezing. “Just…talk…”

When she hesitated, he smiled down at her. “It can be whatever you want…I just want to hear your voice while I’m inside you.”

“Would you think it was really weird if I asked you to bite me?”

He paused his movements and looked into her eyes. “That turns you on too?”

“Don’t know.” She replied, moving her right hand to rest on the side of his neck. “I’ve never felt safe enough to ask anyone to do it before…but, I feel like I want you to…”

When he smiled, she ran her fingernail over his skin. “Wait…you said…’too’…”

“Mm-hm…” He closed his eyes, sighing as the sensation of her nails on his neck caused him to tremble lightly. “Right there, if you want…”

She gently pulled him down and replaced her fingers with her mouth. As her teeth grazed his skin, she was rewarded with a hard thrust of his hips against hers.

“Harder, Buffy…” He whispered gruffly, slipping his right arm beneath her knee.

Her left hand moved to the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp as she increased the pressure of her bite on his neck. He groaned loudly, shortening his strokes as he pushed harder into her.

And then she tasted it…hot and metallic, coppery…and he continued pushing. She pulled her mouth away and gasped.

“Oh God, Giles…I’m…”

“Don’t fucking stop, Buffy…” He growled, lowering his mouth to her shoulder.

She ran her tongue over the bite, somewhat confused by his reaction…but, more aroused than confused. As she felt his teeth scrape along her skin, she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. When he felt her inner walls quiver around him, he pushed himself up and gazed down at her.

The imprint of his teeth stood out on her skin. He knew that it would be gone by morning. There was a small red smudge of blood on her lip…his blood. He lowered his mouth to hers, licking the smudge clean with his tongue before kissing her deeply. When he felt her nails dig into his sides, he pulled back and stared into her eyes.

“Come with me, Buffy.” He whispered urgently. “I’m so close…let me take you with me.”

She nodded quickly, arching her back and baring her throat to him as he pushed her closer to orgasm. Without a second thought, he latched onto her throat…sucking hard and applying gentle pressure with his teeth.

“Giles…fuck! Harder…”

He wasn’t exactly sure what she was referring to, so he did everything harder…fucked her harder, sucked her harder, bit her harder…

He felt her scream his name, the sound vibrating against his teeth milliseconds before he heard it. And then he felt it…her inner walls convulsing around him as she came hard, triggering his own orgasm deep within her.

His bite ceased, his lips soothing her bruised skin as he reverted to soft kisses against her flesh.

“Holy fuck, Giles…” She panted, wrapping her arms around him and holding him as tightly as she could.

He smiled against her skin, content to stay within her as they came down.

“Seriously…holy…fuck…” Her arms trembled as an aftershock swept through her.

He lifted his head and smiled as he fought to control his breathing. “Quite…”

Her eyes widened as she looked at his neck. “Oh, shit…Giles…you’re bleeding.”

“Mm-hm…” He murmured as he shifted, allowing his softening flesh to slip from her. “You’re not…close though. Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, her trembling fingers tracing the bite mark on his neck. “No…but we should clean this…”

“It’s fine, Buffy.” He whispered, moving to her side and pulling her against his chest as he ran his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. “Stay here with me.”

“Should we talk about this? I mean…this is…I’m a Slayer, what the hell?”

He chuckled sleepily and placed a line of kisses across her forehead. “And I’m a Watcher…and we’ll talk about it later. Rest now. Sleep with me.”

Within moments, she felt his breathing even out…and realised that he had fallen asleep. She ran her fingertip over the mark on his neck and sighed. The bleeding had stopped…she had just broken the skin. But, she had a feeling there was going to be one hell of a bruise in the morning.

She smiled as he mumbled in his sleep, tightening his arms around her as he slipped his left leg between hers. She yawned and pressed a warm kiss to his chest.

It wasn’t long before she followed him into sleep.

Chapter Six - The Man to Hold the Water

Return to Chip Tooth Smile Index
Return to Fic Index