Title: Clocks
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: AU, but they’re still in Sunnydale.
Synopsis: Buffy’s been on patrol. Giles has been worrying…as he does.
Author’s
Note: Album fic. Song and lyrics can be found here.
Buffy looked down, watching
Giles’ hands unbutton her shirt. When
his hands parted the material and gently covered her silk-clad breasts, she
sighed and looked up at him.
“What’s this all about, Giles?”
He met her eyes as he carefully
slipped the bra straps off her shoulders.
“Affirmation.”
She grinned at him, shrugging
the shirt and bra off. “And just what
are you affirming?”
He hesitated for a moment and
then gently pushed her back until she was lying on the bed. “That dreams are mostly the mind’s abstract
way of dealing with a person’s fear.”
Her grin faded, her eyes filling
with concern as he removed his own shirt and lowered his body next to
hers. “What’s going on?”
He ignored her question and
pulled the button on her jeans free, narrowing his eyes slightly as he pushed
the denim down and noticed a large bruise on her hip. “This is new.”
“Huh?” She looked down to find him tracing the edges of the bruise with
his fingertip. “Oh, yeah…I kinda got
thrown against a crypt wall.”
His eyes flew up to hers. “Thrown?
Buffy, are you – ”
She offered him a warm smile and
ran her fingers through his hair. “I’m
fine, Giles. Just a normal day at the
office. So, what did you do while I was
on patrol?”
“Listened to the clock tick away
the minutes.” He answered softly,
pressing a kiss to her injured hip as he worked her jeans down and off. “I don’t rest while you’re out…you know
this.”
Her brow furrowed as he kissed
his way up her thigh and over her stomach.
“You had another dream?”
“It’s not important.” He mumbled against her skin, reaching down
with his left hand to unbutton and unzip his own jeans. “All that’s important is that you’re
home…you’re safe and home…with me.”
“It is important.” She protested, pulling his head up so she
could look into his eyes. “You’ve been
having dreams about me dying for a while now.”
She saw the flicker of sadness
in his eyes before he was able to hide it.
“Giles, please…”
“Watchers don’t have prophetic
dreams, Buffy. I’m not foreseeing your
death…it’s my own fear.”
“Oh.” She whispered, shifting her body underneath him as he
repositioned himself over her. “So
you’d rather stay awake and listen to the clock than to sleep?”
He smiled warmly and shook his
head as he knelt between her thighs.
“It’s not all to do with the dreams that I have, love.”
“No?” She questioned as she pushed his jeans and boxers down as far as
she could.
“No.” He murmured as his erection sprang free. “My God, I love you.”
She gasped, the shaft of his
cock pressing against her clitoris.
“Love you…so much, Giles.”
He smiled and then grumbled, to
Buffy’s amusement, as he struggled to free his legs from his jeans and
boxers. Finally kicking his clothing
free, he gave Buffy a sharp look.
“Find something amusing?”
Her reply turned into a deep
groan as he pushed his hips forward, sliding his erection against her
clit. He grinned, licking his lips as he
watched her lift her arms above her head and grasp the spindles of the
headboard.
His grin diminished quickly as a
scene from the dream he had earlier flashed in his head. Reaching one hand up above her head, he
gently pulled her hands from the headboard.
Her brow furrowed in confusion at the action.
“Giles? What’s wrong?”
“I…I just don’t…not tonight.”
“What’s wr – oh, God!” She screamed as he quickly pushed his cock
into her warm depths. “Giles!”
He cursed softly, lifting her
legs until she took the hint and wrapped them around his hips. “That’s it, love…tighter…God, yes!”
“Come…come here…kiss me…” She gasped breathlessly.
He curled his fingers around
hers, pressing the backs of her hands to the mattress on either side of her
head as his mouth found hers. He
swallowed her groan as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching the rhythm
of his tongue with the rhythm of her hips pushing against him.
When he felt her inner muscles
tighten around him, he tore his mouth from the kiss and stared into her
eyes. “Affirmation…”
She threw her head back, baring
her throat to him. “Giles!”
“No comparison…” He whispered, lowering his mouth to her
throat.
She came suddenly as he scraped
his teeth across her flesh, bucking and screaming his name. He followed quickly, throwing his head back
and giving an almost animalistic roar as he emptied himself within her.
His hands loosened their hold on
hers as he collapsed at her side, gasping for breath. “Don’t leave…”
She swallowed, confusion filling
her eyes as she turned to look at him.
“Huh?”
He blew out a quick breath and
pulled her against his body. “I…can’t
bear the thought of sitting here…listening to the sound of the clock
ticking…and knowing you’re not coming home…so…don’t leave.”
Placing her hand on his chest,
she felt his heart race…but wasn’t sure if it was from their lovemaking, his
fear, or a combination of both.
“Are you asking me not to die?”
He covered her hand with his and
inhaled as deeply as he could. “Yes,
that’s precisely what I’m asking.
Logically, I know you can’t make that promise to me…but…perhaps you can
trick my heart into believing it…and then the dreams will stop.”
Her eyes glistened as she
tenderly stroked his chest. Her voice
was a gentle whisper as she gave her response.
“I promise…I’ll not leave you,
Giles. I’ll come home to you…every
single night…and I’ll tell you every little detail about my patrol…” A tear trickled down her cheek as his eyes
filled with tears. “And do you know
why?”
He swallowed thickly and
lovingly brushed the tear from her face.
“Why?”
“Because I love you more than
I’ve ever loved anyone…and I refuse to let some stupid vampire with a stupid
agenda pull us apart.” She shook her
head and gave him a soft smile. “I’m
not going anywhere, Giles. Please
believe me.”
He simply stared at her for a
moment and then leaned into her, passionately kissing her warm lips. She returned his kiss, equalling his passion
as her right hand moved down his torso.
Downstairs, the grandfather
clock next to the window continued to tick away the minutes.
~ End