Title: High Speed
Timeline: S5, no Dawn, no Riley.
Synopsis: The comfortable world of Watcher and Slayer is disrupted when a God comes to town.
Buffy wiped the sweat from her eyes as Giles stopped the punching bag from swinging further. “Why now?”
He tilted his head slightly. “Why not now?”
She glared at him as she stretched her muscles out. “Do not riddle me today, Giles.”
He smiled, moving behind her and gently kneading her shoulders. “It wasn’t meant as a riddle. I simply meant…you are the Slayer, this is a Hellmouth…evil will come whether you want it to or not.”
“But…I’m happy.” She pouted, sighing as he worked a knot loose between her shoulderblades. “Why can’t we just be happy for a while?”
He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. “We can be happy and still fight evil, Buffy.”
“But, this is major evil. This is ‘I’m going to kick your ass and there’s nothing you can do about it’ kind of evil.”
“Perhaps we grew too complacent.” He offered quietly, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her back to his chest. “But, if we have faith in one another…listen to our instincts and obey them…we will be victorious once again.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, turning in his arms to face him. “So…hell is punishing us for getting comfortable in our lives?”
He lowered his mouth to hers, not bothering to answer her question before he kissed her. His words would be of no comfort to her, at any rate. But, he could comfort her with his body...his touch…his love.
She didn’t need to know that he actually thought that they were being punished. Not by hell, but by someone…the Council or The Powers That Be, he wasn’t sure which. Someone saw that they were getting too complacent in their surroundings and decided to shake it up a little.
An image of one of the many snowglobes that Buffy owned popped into his head. Only instead of the plastic figure skater, they were inside…he and Buffy. They’d made their own little world, surrounded by love and devotion. But, then someone shook it…and the plastic snowflakes became demons, and vampires…and now, a God.
How the hell were they to defeat a God?
Giles slid his hands underneath the tank top that Buffy wore to train in, sliding his tongue against hers as his hands moved upwards. He cupped her breasts, gently kneading them as she groaned into his mouth.
He also didn’t want to tell her that they might have to contact the Council for their assistance. She had shot him down quickly when he suggested their involvement to figure out exactly what Glory was. As a result, he had had to call in a few favours with a few beings of the demon persuasion in order to get the information of Glory’s current existence.
He pulled from the kiss and let out a deep growl as Buffy slipped her hand into his sweatpants and stroked his quickly hardening cock. His eyes darkened as she knelt before him, sliding his pants down his legs.
And as her mouth enveloped his erection, all thoughts of Glory faded from his mind.
She looked up at him, sliding her mouth back and forth along his length, scratching her nails along the backs of his thighs. His hips moved gently, his left hand resting on the back of her head. When he felt his orgasm quickly approaching, he pulled back and smiled down at her.
Buffy shimmied out of her clothes as he pulled his shirt over his head. He kicked off his shoes before removing his socks and sweatpants. She lay back on the cool mat, licking her lips as he knelt between her legs.
He covered her body with his own, guiding his cock into her as his lips nipped at the side of her neck. He didn’t bother with a condom…he hadn’t in months. He knew her cycle better than she did…and while it wasn’t the best form of birth control ever invented, they both loved the sensation of him being inside of her…thick and bare.
She curled her hips and rested her knees against his sides as he settled inside of her. Wrapping her arms around him, she moved her mouth to the base of his throat. She felt the rumble of his groan under her lips as he began to thrust into her.
Neither of them were interested in taking it slow at that moment. They both needed to feel, wanted to bring each other to orgasm as quickly as possible. Admittedly it wasn’t just their need that was driving them…the others would be there soon to discuss the newest developments on Glory.
And he really didn’t want Anya walking in on them again. It had taken nearly two months before Anya quit mentioning it…and even longer for Xander to stop scowling at his girlfriend when she glanced at Giles.
He glanced towards the clock, squinting as his tried to force his eyes to focus on it. Realizing that they actually had very little time, he slammed his hips forward. He smiled as she threw her head back and groaned loudly.
“Sorry…not much time…” He apologized as he thrust into her with a hard, fast pace.
She matched his rhythm quickly, her hips rising to meet each of his thrusts, her nails digging into his back as they pushed each other closer to orgasm. When his mouth latched onto her throat, his teeth scraping against her skin, she shuddered beneath him.
He felt her walls tighten around him and pushed his upper body up. He watched her move beneath him as he continued his thrusts. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest as he watched her. Her eyes glazed as her orgasm suddenly crashed over her.
He followed just a few moments later, her inner walls still convulsing around him as her mouth found his right nipple. She screamed his name as she felt him explode within her.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips as his softening cock slipped from her. She trembled as she lowered her legs and carefully rolled him onto his back without breaking their kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her as she slowly ended the kiss and rested her head on his chest. He sighed softly, his hands idly roaming over her bare back.
He’d have to tell her his theory tonight. It was the right thing to do. But, he wouldn’t do it now. He’d wait until their friends were there.
And then he’d reassure her that no matter what the Council or The Powers That Be threw at them, he’d stand by her. And he had the ring to prove it.