Title: How You See the World
Synopsis: Buffy’s worried that she won’t be able to win against Glory.
Author’s Note: Album fic. Song and lyrics can be found here.
“I can’t do this.” Buffy whispered, her spirit broken.
“You can.” Giles argued, sitting next to her on the couch in the training room. “You must.”
“I must?” She looked at him wearily and shook her head. “She’s a god, Giles. A fucking god. She wants my sister…who isn’t really my sister…and there’s nothing I can do to stop her. I don’t see how I can ‘must’.”
“Buffy…” He started, reaching out to touch her arm.
She shook her head, but didn’t pull away from him. “No, see…I’m just running around in circles here. She kicks my ass from here to Sunday every time I see her…and now she’s threatening my family.”
Her eyes filled with tears as he pulled her into his arms. “You’re next. She’ll find out about us and she’ll come after you too.”
“Oh, love.” He whispered as her tears broke free. “I know you think this is hopeless, but…we’ll figure something out. We always do. Every being has a weakness, whether that being is a human, a demon, or a god. And we’ll find her weakness…I swear.”
She sniffled and then relaxed in his arms, resting her right hand on his chest. “How are you so calm?”
He chuckled softly and shook his head, leaning back against the arm of the couch. “I’m far from calm, darling. We’ll look for something that will lead us to Glory…and her weakness.”
“I’m tired, Giles.” She whispered, shifting to lay between his legs as he stretched out. “I’m tired of looking, I’m tired of waiting for the Council to come up with something, and I’m really tired of getting my ass kicked.”
“I know.” He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and rubbed her back in a soothing manner. “I know that everything is complicated right now. And I know that it seems like we’re not making heads nor tails of the information that we’ve been given so far…but, the pieces will fall together, like they always do.”
“You’re going to tell me that I need patience, aren’t you?”
He smiled as she tilted her head to look up at him. “Yes, I am.”
“What if I can’t win this one?”
His smile faded and he swallowed thickly. “I can’t think about that.”
“Giles, we have to think about it.” She protested, pushing herself up. “If I die, there’s Dawn and – ”
He cut her off with a sudden kiss, his hands moving to cradle her face as his tongue slipped between her lips. When she started to pull away, he held her tighter and stroked his tongue along the roof of her mouth…just the way she liked it.
He felt her soft groan and loosened his hold when she started to respond, moving his hands to her back. It was his turn to groan when she shifted again…positioning her body so that she was straddling him. His hands slid down her sides, stopping at her hips. He squeezed gently, pressing her against his burgeoning erection.
This time he didn’t stop her when she broke the kiss. Instead, his eyes darkened as he watched her throw her head back and groan loudly. She curled her fingers into the front of his shirt and stared into his eyes.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he gave a gentle nod. He had another shirt hanging in the weapons closet. And he had to admit, the fact that he could turn her on enough to literally rip his clothes off did wonders for his self-esteem.
His mind barely registered the sound of buttons bouncing across the floor. But, he had no problems registering the sensation of her mouth on his chest, her tongue circling his hardened nipples, one at a time.
“Jesus…” He murmured appreciatively as he placed his right hand on the back of her head, holding her against his chest. “Harder, love…”
Just as his left hand slipped into the back of her sweatpants, the door swung open.
“Hey, Buff – oh, dear God!” Xander groaned.
Giles was fairly certain that he heard the sound of Xander slapping his hand over his eyes. He gave a groan of his own, for a very different reason, and slipped his hand out of Buffy’s pants.
Buffy panted, lifting her head only to rest her forehead against Giles’ shoulder. “You had better have one hell of a good reason for – ”
Xander stared at them, gesturing at the door. “Lock. There is a lock on the door. I know, because I installed it myself. For God’s sake, do neither of you know how to use a freaking lock?!”
Giles licked his lips as Buffy raised her head and smiled at him. He barely heard her whispered ‘your fault’, but he returned her smile before looking over at Xander.
“Obviously we weren’t expecting this, Xander. If it had been our intention, we would’ve locked the door.”
Xander rolled his eyes as he waved his hand. “Whatever. Listen, we think we’ve found something. Some kind of ritual that mentions the need for a ‘key’. But, the details are written in…something other than English.”
Buffy quickly climbed off of Giles, glancing down at the bulge in his trousers. “Um…”
He grinned and shook his head as he stood.
“Don’t worry.” He whispered before leaning down to give her a soft kiss before walking over to retrieve his other shirt from the weapons closet.
Xander arched an eyebrow as Giles pulled a fresh shirt from inside. “You keep clothes with crossbows and swords?”
“Never know when you’ll need one. Right, Giles?”
As Giles smiled, Xander rolled his eyes and walked back out into the main body of the shop. Buffy watched Giles button the shirt and sighed.
“Yes?” He answered, looking up as he tucked the shirt into his trousers.
“Will you take care of Dawn? If I die, I mean.”
The muscles in Giles’ jaw twitched. “I told you, Buffy…”
“I need to know she’ll be okay.” She insisted, looking up into his eyes as he moved to stand in front of her.
“She’ll be fine.” Giles assured her, sliding his left hand to her hip. “Because she’ll have you.”
When Buffy started to talk, Giles placed two fingers of her right hand against her lips to silence her. “I can’t lose you, Buffy. I won’t lose you.”
He said nothing else and she didn’t ask him to elaborate. She knew exactly what he meant. And so, as he lowered his hand, she took a deep breath and gestured towards the door with a tilt of her head.
“How many languages can you read again?”
He smiled softly and led her out of the training room. He’d explain to her later that everything comes down to how you see the world. But, for now…he’d translate this ritual.
He had a feeling that they were one step closer to defeating Glory.