Synopsis: Buffy’s temper gets the best of her when Giles states that he should leave Sunnydale.
His head was tilted down, his eyes staring into hers. His breath quickened, her hands lingering on the lapels of his leather jacket for far too long. He noticed that the anger had suddenly left her eyes, being replaced by…
was suddenly dry, a lump forming in his throat. Surely he was misreading
her. Or maybe it was a simple case of transference. Seeing his
emotions in her eyes, and not her own. He gasped lightly as her fingers
tightly gripped the soft leather.
into his eyes a moment longer before releasing her hold and giving him a slight
push backward. His heart dropped as her eyes cleared of the emotion he
had wanted to believe was there, leaving only the glistening of unshed tears.
diverted her eyes from him before she spoke. There was no anger in her
voice, only resignation.
trembled slightly as he reached up to wipe a tear that had spilled onto her
cheek. He dropped it slowly as she turned away from him before he could
Just…don’t. Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Her back
was to him, but he knew she was crying. “You’re leaving. And…there
is nothing I can do about it.”
He took a
deep breath as he took a step forward, almost wishing she was still screaming
at him. His heart crumbled at the thought of his Slayer crying because of
something he had said.
his throat softly, hoping to get the words out before she interrupted him again.
never said that I was leaving. I said…”
quickly in frustration as she whirled around, the anger back in her blue
eyes. “I heard what you said! And you sure as hell didn’t say ‘Hey,
I think I’ll stay here in Sunnydale for a few more years’, did you?”
as her voice rose. “Please, calm…”
She took a
step forward quickly, a finger pointed at his chest, her eyes dark with
rage. “Don’t you dare say calm down. I swear, if you say that I
will knock you into the next room.”
narrowed slightly, anger sparking in his green irises. “Calm down.”
were said deliberately, in defiance of her furious request. Without
thinking, she swung her leg into a quick roundhouse. Her foot made
contact with his sternum, the air rushing from his lungs as he fell through the
open doorway behind him. His head struck the floor with a sickening
crack. He was aware of one last thought before he fell into darkness.
really did knock me into the next room.’
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realized what she had done as soon as it happened.
quickly to his side, wincing at the sound of his head hitting the floor.
“Oh God, Giles! Open your eyes! Come on, don’t do this to me!”
She felt for a pulse, exhaling quickly when she found one. She carefully ran her fingers over his head and down his neck, feeling for any obvious injuries. She studied her fingers as she pulled them away from his neck.
that’s good. Giles?”
She placed her hand tenderly on his sternum, a tear falling down her cheek as she felt his chest rise as he inhaled.
doesn’t feel broken or anything. Come on Giles, wake up. Please?”
his eyes, quickly shutting them against the bright light filtering into the
Are you okay?”
the panic in her voice, he re-opened his eyes and grimaced as he pushed himself
up. “I’m fine.”
you lay down? I mean, what if your neck is broken, or your back, or…”
interrupted her with a soft chuckle, which ended abruptly when he winced and
clenched his hand in a tight fist. “My neck is not broken, Buffy.
Nor is my back. A rib or two, possibly. But, I’ll live.”
head. It cracked…”
rather sure it was the floor that cracked. Not my head.” He lifted
his hand and gingerly placed it on the back of his head before holding it out
for her to see. “No blood. No crack. I’m okay.”
his hand on his chest, pushing slightly against his sternum to ease the
pain. “Yes, and that’s never happened before.”
fell to his hand on his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
up at her, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “I know.”
were simple, and simply stated. She met his eyes, hers filled with concern
at the way his face showed the pain as he inhaled.
to get you to the hospital, Giles.”
slowly. “Probably. I’m quite sure that I should see a
doctor.” He registered the worry in her eyes. “But, I’m okay,
Buffy. I’m going to be just fine.”
sniffed back a fresh onslaught of tears and slipped her arm around him.
“I’ll help you up.”
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carefully slid into the passenger seat of his car, his ribs firmly taped in
place. He offered his Slayer a smile as she climbed behind the steering
the ignition, looking at him as the car roared to life. “Are you in pain?”
widened. “No, no pain at the moment. Just…could you not drive as
fast this time?”
first time in hours, she smiled. And for the first time in days, she
laughed. It was music to his ears. His teeth clamped down on his
tongue, biting back the words that almost escaped. He leaned his head
back onto the headrest and closed his eyes.
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hand brush across his left hip, he opened his eyes to find a smiling Buffy
leaning over him. “Hey…”
around quickly, taking in the surroundings. “Are we home?”
as she unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped back to help him out of the
car. “In one piece, even. My driving must not have scared you…you
slept the whole way home.”
that or Loritab is my new best friend.”
laughed and gently eased him onto his feet. She kept her arm around his waist
as they walked to his front door. Flipping through the keys on his key
ring, she quickly found the one she was looking for and slipped it into the
followed him through the door, keeping her arm firmly around him for
support. She got him settled on the couch and took a seat on the coffee
table in front of him.
quiet for several minutes before she took a deep breath and spoke to him softly.
why are you leaving me?”
inhaled deeply and stared at her. “Buffy, let’s not start this
again. I’m not sure that I can handle another round of getting kicked
through a doorway.”
glistened as she looked away for a minute. Turning back to him, she
sighed. “I’m not going to argue with you. I just want to know why
absently licked his lips and nervously ran a hand through his hair. “I’m
not leaving Buffy. What I said…well, it was said in haste. And, I
didn’t say I was leaving. I said that I probably should leave.” He
tilted his head slightly and looked into her eyes. “There is a
wrapped her arms around herself and slowly nodded her head. “Okay.
But why do you think you should leave?”
back into the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. “I…I don’t think we
should have this conversation at this moment.”
widened, her hands falling to her lap. “Giles…”
his head quickly, a little too quickly he realized too late. His hand
darted out, grabbing onto the armrest of the sofa to steady himself. “No,
Buffy. Neither of us are in a position to have a rational
conversation. I’m…well, I’m not exactly sober. And you…”
trying to find the right words as his heart pounded in his chest. “Well,
your emotions are running at a slightly elevated level at the moment.”
narrowed in confusion as she started laughing uncontrollably. “Slightly
elevated? Try ‘off the scale’, Giles. You tell me that you’re
leaving…” She shook her head as he tried to interrupt her. “No,
that’s how I heard it then. I know differently now, but not then.
What am I supposed to do without you here? Who is going to keep me
grounded if you’re gone?”
curled into a half-smile. “I don’t keep you grounded when I am here,
up quickly. “Of course you do! Look at me…I’m grounded Buffy.
Feet firmly planted. That’s me.”
chuckled softly. “That’s not quite what I meant. You keep yourself
grounded. You have for quite a while now.” His smile slowly faded,
his vision blurring from a thin layer of tears. “I’m very proud of that
back down and folded her hands in her lap. “But, I still need you
Giles. You’re still my Watcher.”
smile played at his lips. “I haven’t been your Watcher for some time, Buffy.”
maybe not officially. But, you still watch over me. Don’t you?”
diverted his eyes for a split second and nodded. “That I do.”
back up and started pacing across the living room in front of him.
“And…you have the knowledge.” She gestured towards the bookshelves full
of ancient volumes. “And the books. And, you speak like ten
different languages. You can translate anything. I…I have enough
trouble with English. There are times when I don’t even understand you…”
in spite of himself and reached up, grasping her arm on her next pass.
“Buffy, please sit back down.”
She did as
he asked and took a deep breath. “I don’t understand why you think you
should probably leave.”
closed briefly, the painkillers clearly wearing off. “Buffy, I can’t talk
about this right now.” He rode the wave of pain coursing through him and
then reopened his eyes and looked at her. “I promise you, we will talk
about it. But, I just…I just can’t right now. I’m physically unable
to have this deep of a conversation.”
see when it suddenly clicked in her head as the grimace took over his features
and then float away. “I’m sorry, Giles.” She rummaged through her
bag and pulled out a bottle of pills. “I stopped on the way home and got
your prescription filled.”
her a brief smile. “That was very kind of you, Buffy.”
two pills out of the bottle and handed them to him. “I’ll get you some
needed.” He popped the pills into his mouth and quickly swallowed
them. He looked towards the stairs that led to his bedroom and
sighed. “I think I’ll just lie here.”
silently and helped him get comfortable before pulling off his shoes and
draping a blanket across him. “Do you…would you like me to stay with you?”
fingers lightly touched her arm and he offered her a slightly drugged
grin. “I would like that, but it’s completely unnecessary. I’m sure
that you have other things that need to be done.” He yawned as his hand
fell from her arm, struggling to keep his eyes open. “I doubt I’d be much
watched him closely as his eyes fluttered before finally closing in
sleep. She sighed heavily and gently ran her fingers through his
“I’ll stay.” She quietly whispered.
He woke up
to a mostly dark room. The only light was the soft flickering of the
television in the corner. He squinted his eyes and slowly pushed himself
up. He stared curiously at the television before turning his head to find
Buffy asleep in the chair beside of the couch.
as he stood up, taking the blanket that was covering him and placing it across
her body. He shuffled his way to the bathroom, careful to be as quiet as
he could so that he wouldn’t wake her.
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suddenly, confused by the blanket covering her. “Giles?”
forward, suddenly panicked when she realized that he was gone. Then she
heard the running water in the bathroom and slowly relaxed. She sat back
in the chair and yawned, pulling the blanket tighter around her.
inhaled deeply, smiling at the distinct scent of Giles wafting around
her. It was a scent that could only be described as ‘Giles’. She
suddenly felt safe and secure, just as she did whenever she was in his presence.
smile formed on her lips at that thought. She wasn’t surprised or
shocked, she had known for a few months that her feelings for her Watcher were
heading in a different direction. She sighed wistfully, a sigh that she
would expect Giles to question if he had heard it, and snuggled deeper under
the bathroom door open, she turned her head towards the hallway. Her
heart quickened its pace as he came into view.
his movement, clearly startled by her voice. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
chuckled softly and shook her head. “No. I was just dozing.
Are you okay?”
Oh, yes. I just…” He motioned towards the bathroom. “Had
to…well…” His eyes darted towards the television. “Why is the
closed captioning turned on?”
and placed the blanket over the back of the couch. “I thought that if I
turned the volume up I’d wake you, so I read instead.”
much doubt anything would’ve woken me.”
She followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he poured two glasses of orange juice. He turned around to find her standing right behind him and smiled as he handed her a glass of juice.
the glass from him, her fingers brushing over his. “As if I wouldn’t.”
his throat and dropped his hand to his side. “What time is it?”
after 4 am.”
and finished off his juice, placing the empty glass in the sink. “Are you
hungry? I can make you something to eat, if you’d like.”
I’m here to take care of you, not the other way around. If I’m hungry,
I’m more than capable of putting something together.” She placed her
empty glass next to his. “Are you hungry?”
his head slowly.
her arm around him and gently ushered him back towards the couch.
“Okay. Do you want to go back to sleep? Do you need more
down and shook his head again. “No. And…no. I think I’ve
slept enough and, at the moment, the pain is manageable.”
quiet for several moments. But, it was a comfortable silence.
Comfortable enough that Giles was afraid to say anything at all. Then he
realized that he had to say something.
reason I thought, think…that I should leave…”
stopped him quickly, placing her warm hand on his arm. “We don’t have to
do this right now, Giles.”
his hand over hers, his thumb brushing across the back of her wrist. “I
think we do.”
sighed nervously and turned so she was facing him. “I’m not going to like
this, am I?”
a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. “Perhaps not. But,
I’m hopeful that you will understand.”
removed her hand from his arm. He instantly missed her touch.
“What’s going on, Giles?”
uh…well, I…I have this situation…” He paused, unsure of what to say next.
her head slightly. “Situation? Is that a code word?”
situation like you’re in trouble with the mafia? Or the council is
sending their guard dogs after you? Or you’re sick? You’re not
sick, are you?”
tilted down, his chin almost touching his chest as a smile appeared on his
face. “No. No mafia, no guard dogs, no sickness.”
what kind of sitch would make you think that you should leave Sunnydale?”
hesitated in his answer, but knew if he did he’d never get it out. “The
kind of situation that involves a woman.”
woman?” She turned her head from him and inhaled deeply. “Oh.”
a wave of disappointment wash over her and quickly turned his eyes towards
up, ran her fingers through her blond hair. “No, no…I understand.
You probably have a very nice lady waiting for you back in England.” She
swallowed hard and continued to ramble. “Of course she’d have to be very
nice if she’s still waiting for you. I mean, you’ve been here for 4
years. That’s….” She turned and looked into his eyes for the first
time since this conversation started. “That’s devotion. You – ”
interrupted her, a smile glinting in his eyes. “She’s not in England,
She began pacing again. “Oh…she’s in Sunnydale? I…uh…wow…do I,
uh…do I know her?”
nodded as he watched her pace back and forth. “You do.”
wrapped her arms around herself as she continued to pace. “Oh. So,
uh…do you…are you in…”
“Do I love
nothing, merely nodded at his question.
do. Very much, I do.”
her back to him, quickly wiping at her eye. “And, she…she…loves you?”
lies the situation.”
her way to the fireplace and lifted her hand, lightly running her fingers along
the frame of a picture on the mantelpiece. “What does that mean?”
and silently made his way to her. Standing right behind her, he whispered
softly. “It means…I don’t know if you love me.”
jerked, knocking the photograph to the floor. She turned slowly, finding
his eyes full of hope and fear.
Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she stared at him.
his head sadly and took a step back. “Buffy, I...I’m sorry.”
She reached out to him as the back of his legs hit the coffee table behind him,
missing as he lost his balance and stumbled backwards. “Giles!”
as the pain shot through him, the stabbing sensation in his chest taking his
breath as he hit the floor. “Bloody...hell...”
She was at
his side in an instant, crouching beside him with her hand on his
shoulder. “Giles, are you okay?”
kick me again?” He asked slowly as his body slumped to the floor.
at him, shocked as his eyes closed. A split second later, she had
the phone in her hand. She quickly dialled 9-1-1 as new tears streamed
down her face. “Don’t do this to me, Giles...”
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herself pacing back and forth across the hospital waiting room. It had to
be close to 90 degrees, yet she wrapped her arms around herself to fend off the
chill in her bones.
been hurt before. He’s always come through. He’ll be okay. He
stopped long enough to stare down the empty hall.
never been the one to hurt him before. What if I’ve...’
towards the voice of her best friend. “Will...”
Seeing her friend’s red, but dry, eyes, Willow gasped. “No, not...please tell me no...”
crossed to her quickly, wrapping her arms around Willow. “He’s
not...he’s...” Buffy sniffed, but no tears fell. “It’s my fault,
no. Things happen. I’m sure you tried to protect him.” She
looked up as Xander walked into the waiting room. “He’s going to be okay,
Buffy. We’ll find the demon who did...”
stiffened and pulled away from Willow. She looked down at the ground,
unable to meet the eyes of her friends. “It wasn’t a demon.”
Xander asked quietly as he stood tall beside Willow. “Because, hey...we
have the means and the knowledge to take care of a vam...”
quiet admission interrupted him. “It was me.”
a quick glance at her friends, finding their faces masked with confusion.
“I didn’t mean to...but...I...”
nodded slowly. “So, you were training and you accidentally...”
shook her head. “No, we weren’t training.” She shivered from the
cold that only she could feel and looked back down the hall, wishing that the
doctor would come back and tell her something, anything. “We...we were
hit him?” Xander asked, not quite believing what Buffy was saying.
“Must’ve been some argument.”
him. I told him that...if he said...I’d knock him into the next
room. I was so angry. He was so angry. He said it...and I did
it.” Buffy slumped into the nearest chair, her head in her hands as the
tears finally came again. “I broke two of his ribs...”
Xander sat down on either side of her. Xander gently patted her
back. “Ribs heal Buffy. You got him here quickly, they’ll tape him
up, he’ll be good as new.”
her hands through her hair as she sat up. “That was yesterday afternoon,
Xander. And yes, I did get him here. And they did tape him
widened as she looked at Buffy. “What happened then? Why is he back
“I...he tripped...over the coffee table. He fell...I tried to catch him. But...I missed. I missed him.” Buffy laid her head on Willow’s shoulder, letting the tears come freely now. “I should have...I didn’t catch him.”
opened his eyes, immediately squinting them against the bright light in the
brow furrowed at the strange voice. “You’re not Buffy...”
chuckled lightly. “No, Mr. Giles, I’m not. My name is Dr.
Tansten. Your friend brought you in a couple of hours ago. Can you
tell me what happened?”
licked his dry lips and braved the light, slowly opening his eyes.
“I...tripped over the table. Fell...hit the floor.”
nodded. “Yes. And it seems that you’ve damaged your ribs even
further. Nearly punctured a lung with your fall.”
suave...” Giles muttered under his breath. “Tell the girl you love
her, then end up in the hospital. Good job, Giles.”
shook his head lightly. “Nothing, doctor. Just the musings of a
yes.” The doctor made a quick note in Giles’ chart. “You have a few
people here to see you.”
narrowed his eyes and looked up at the doctor. “I do?”
Tansten glanced over at the monitor, a smile playing in his eyes.
“Yes. Would you like me to send them in?”
as deep a breath as he possibly could and nodded silently.
smiled brightly at him and placed the chart into the bracket hanging on the
wall. “Alright, I’ll send a nurse down to retrieve them.”
narrowed his eyes as an image of a golden retriever fetching Buffy popped into
his mind. He looked down at the i.v. needle in the back of his hand and
then followed the tubing to the bag hanging on the stand next to his bed.
followed Giles’ gaze. “Demerol. Is it not strong enough for the
shook his head slowly. “No, the pain is fine. Just some strange
images…” He met the doctor’s eyes and smiled lightly. “All is
well. I would very much like to see my friends, however.”
chuckled again and exited the room, closing the door behind him. Giles
took the time to try to form the words that he wanted to say to Buffy. He
found that he was having extreme difficulty in the normally minor task of word
be this hard.” He grumbled to himself.
the click of the door, he turned his head towards the doorway. A brief
smile touched his lips as
rushed to his bedside, quickly taking in the fact that he was hooked up to a
few monitors and had an i.v. placed in the back of his hand. “Giles!”
over and carefully gave him a hug. “I was so worried that...well, that...”
smiled, soothing her fears. “I’ll be okay, Willow. It really isn’t
as dire as it seems at the moment.” He lifted up his hand, showing her
the i.v. needle. “This helps.”
chuckled. “Obviously whatever they’re giving you is pretty good
stuff. And…maybe next time you’ll think twice about arguing with the
Buffy bit her
lip while Giles softly cleared his throat. “Yes, well...it wasn’t exactly
planned. My theory was correct though.”
tilted her head slightly as she looked down at him. “Theory?”
licked his lips, giving Buffy a glance before looking back up at Willow.
“At least I know without a doubt that Buffy will be able to take care of
quickly shook her head and spoke one word. “No.”
pairs of eyes turned towards her, suddenly making her feel even more
uncomfortable than she already was. She stared at Giles, frustration
tinting her eyes. “You’re not.”
Xander exchanged a look of confusion before casting their eyes back to their
friend. “He’s not...what?”
refused to divert her gaze from her Watcher. “Leaving. He’s not
quickly turned back to Giles. “Leaving? No, Giles, you can’t
leave. You just...can’t.”
Buffy’s gaze as he gently patted Willow’s arm. “Buffy, I really think
straightened and walked with purpose closer to his bed. “That you should
go to sleep. Rest, let the medicine do what it needs to do. We’ll
talk about this later.”
she took a deep breath and strode out of the room.
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re-entered the room less than an hour later to find him resting
comfortably. She combed her fingers lightly through his hair, regretting
all of the times she had hurt him.
ran through all of the snide comments she had directed towards him over the
years…as well as the most recent incident. It was the first time that she
had physically hurt him out of anger. Not only had she hurt him, he was
now lying in a hospital bed. And…that was her fault.
Giles…I’m so sorry. I really am.” She whispered softly. “You probably
can’t hear anything I’m saying, but…”
a chair to his bedside and sat down. “I need you to know that I never
really meant to hurt you. I was such a brat when I was younger and said,
and did, a lot of stupid things. You always forgave me. You always
stood by me…until I decided I didn’t need you anymore. And you know
what? That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”
softly. “I do need you. I needed you then, but pushing you away was
to prove to you that I didn’t.”
brilliant plan that was, huh?” She shook her head in frustration. “I
don’t want you to leave, Giles.”
her small hand into his larger one and squeezed lightly. “I do love you,
Giles. I really, really do. And…I’ll tell you all of this again
when you’re awake. Consider this a practice run, okay? I’m really
not good with relationship things, you know. But…I want to give us a
try. I’m sure I’ll make all kinds of Buffy-sized mistakes, but…I love
her dry lips and sat back, waiting for Giles to wake up.
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a few hours later to find Buffy asleep in a chair next to him, her hand resting
on the bed next to his. A sudden rush of emotions – love, sadness,
adoration – flooded over him. Gently, he lifted his hand, allowing his
fingers to lightly brush across her skin.
intently staring at her hand when she opened her eyes.
slowly. “Buffy, I...I’m so sorry. I...never should have told
you...my true feelings. It has just made the situation much
more...” He paused, searching for the word.
never came as Buffy gently placed her hand on his. “How long have you
closed his eyes and sighed, wishing he could go back a few days in time.
her head, her resolve face firmly in place. “How long, Giles?”
his eyes, he stared at the ceiling. “Since the first time I almost lost
you. Far too long.”
chuckled unhappily. “You were sixteen. I was responsible for your
well-being. And...you were with Angel.”
have told me if I hadn’t been in love with Angel?”
shook his head slowly. “No. No, I wouldn’t have.” He took a
deep breath. “I was put in charge of you. To teach you. I was
brought here to be your Watcher, not your...” His eyes closed
briefly. “A Watcher should not have deep emotional feelings about his
settled over the room for a few minutes. Each searching for the right
words to speak. Finally, she broke the silence.
ever happened before?”
my first Slayer, Buffy.”
leaned forward, her fingers nervously picking at the sheet. “No, with
other Watchers and Slayers. Has it happened before?”
turned his head and looked into Buffy’s eyes. “It has. With most
in the bed and turned his eyes towards the ceiling. “One incident comes
to mind immediately. Peter Toscano – he was a Watcher from 1827 until
1832. He fell desperately in love with his Slayer, and she with
him. He did his best to protect her. The problem was she was too
focused on him and not the battle at hand. In the end, they both
swallowed the lump in his throat and continued softly. “I couldn’t bear
the thought of losing you because I was too caught up in my emotions to
properly protect you.”
She exhaled slowly. “You thought it would be best to leave
altogether? How would you be able to protect me if I’m here and you’re in
very capable of protecting yourself these days, Buffy. And...it was
getting more difficult to hide my true feelings from you.” He clenched
his jaw momentarily. “I...I saw the fear in your eyes when I...when you
love me?” She asked quietly. She watched him carefully as he nodded
silently, his eyes glistening. “Giles...”
there’s no need...”
interrupted him quickly. “You got it wrong, Giles. All
wrong.” She paused for a few seconds before taking a breath and
continuing. “Yeah, I was afraid, but not because you love me.
Giles, I...I was scared because I...I thought maybe I was wrong…that I heard
shifted to hers, full of questions. There were too many questions in his
head, so he picked the first one that entered his mind.
continued on, her words rambling quickly out of her mouth. “And then
you...you backed away from me. I saw the...the coffee table. I
tried to catch you, Giles...I tried. But, I missed...I was so close, but
missed you. You could have punctured your lungs...or...your
heart...or...Giles, you could have died. And I never would’ve been able
to...to tell you.”
me?” His voice was a mere whisper.
can’t let you leave. Not now. Not when I’m just finding
out...” New tears spilled over her eyelids.
almost given up. For so long, I’ve been looking for a sign. Any
sign. There were times...I thought I’d see something. But...then it
would disappear. I thought it was my imagination.”
a lump beginning to form in his throat again as he held his tears at bay.
you told me that you should probably leave...”
angry, frustrated. It was becoming too difficult to control.”
lost it. I broke two of your ribs because you were leaving me.
You...” She choked back a sob as she continued. “You were leaving
fingers tightened around hers. “I thought I was doing the right thing,
Buffy. I thought it was the only way.”
way to keep you safe.” His hand lifted up and his fingers lightly brushed
her tears from her face. “Toscano was unable to keep his Slayer safe because
of his feelings. I want you to be safe.”
she stood up and leaned over him slightly. Her trembling hand wiped away
a tear that had rolled down his cheek. “We...can keep each other safe.”
pounded in his chest as she leaned closer to him, brushing her lips lightly
across his. “Don’t leave me, Giles.”
He kissed her back, a gentle, but not hesitant kiss.
watched Buffy sleep, his fingers playing with her blond hair with a smile on
his lips. He thought over the last two months. His release from the
hospital, his recuperation from his injuries, waking up with Buffy beside of
him every morning.
practically moved in on the day he came home from the hospital, insisting that
she take care of him. He smiled as he remembered the way she looked after
him, nursing him back to health.
kept their budding relationship quiet for a couple of weeks. Not because
they were worried what their friends would think, but because they simply
wanted to savour the newness of it themselves. He sighed softly at the
memory of their revelation to the others.
been researching a particularly nasty demon that Buffy had encountered the
previous night. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through an ancient
volume, when Buffy placed a mug of tea down beside of him. He looked up
to find her smiling at him. He returned her smile and then gently pulled
her down for a tender kiss.
fingers ran through his hair as she returned the kiss, quickly dipping her
tongue into his mouth before pulling away slowly. Her fingers lingered in
the soft locks as she stood back up and his hand rested on her hip as they
turned towards their friends, shy smiles plastered on both of their faces.
initial shock had worn off,
asked him if he was okay, he stopped pacing and darted his eyes between the two
of them. After a moment, he nodded slowly and stated that he was
fine…somewhat shocked and definite that he’d never get the image of her kissing
Giles out of his head…and then he had asked her if she was happy.
grinned as he recalled with perfect clarity the next exchange between the two.
him, Xander. And…this is real. Very real and very…permanent.
He’s the one. Just like Anya’s the one for you.”
was quiet for a few seconds and then smiled. “I get that, I do.
Just…give me a few days to get used to it before you start kissing in front of
a strand of blond hair around his finger as his mind suddenly turned towards
the first time she had seen him aroused.
It was an
innocent enough experience. She had told him that she loved him and then
caressed the side of his face. His arousal was instantaneous. A
mere touch of her hand was enough. It had stunned her, even though he had
told her that he was quite used to the sensation of being turned on around her.
wanted to make love with her that night. She politely said no. Not
that she didn’t want to, but that she was afraid of hurting him. His ribs
were still mending. He tried to assure her that he was fine, but she had
made up her mind. Watching her sleep now, he realized that he wanted
nothing more than to wake her up and show her that he was completely healed.
to say that they didn’t know their way around each other’s bodies. There
had been fondling and oral encounters, touch and taste and kissing…but, she had
never allowed it to go any further afraid of setting his recuperation
glazed at the memory of her telling him that it would be beneficial to both of
them to wait until the doctor gave the green light.
and mouth on his body never failed to make him happy. However, he wanted
more. He wanted to feel her muscles clamping down on him while she
climaxed. He wanted her to feel his cock pressing against that special
spot with each thrust. He wanted to feel her hot juices coating him as
his hand down and gently squeezed the shaft of his erection, putting a halt to
his impending orgasm. He groaned softly, then bent his head and placed a
tender kiss on her forehead.
as she mumbled his name and snuggled closer to him. He leaned over her,
kissing her lips gently. He pulled back in time to watch her eyes slowly
She smiled lazily up at him.
He leaned back on his elbow, his head resting against his head as he looked
into her eyes. “Good dreams?”
closer to him, snuggling against his chest. “Mm. Yeah.”
He let his
hand wander slowly down her bare body, letting it rest on her hip. His fingers
traced small circles against her skin. “Buffy...”
a soft kiss on his chest before she looked up at him. “Hm?”
been two months.”
as she reached down between their bodies, her hand instantly finding his
erection. “What were you thinking about?”
closed, a groan escaping his lips as his head fell back onto the pillow.
squeezed the hardened flesh, licking her lips when he gasped. “What about
his lips as her hand began to slowly manipulate him. Sliding up and down,
changing her pressure here and there. He groaned again as her thumb slid
across the head. “I...uh...there is nothing...about you that...doesn’t do
grinned, leaning forward and running her tongue across his chest. She
stopped at one of his nipples, lightly nipping at it with her teeth before
sucking it into her mouth as she continued her manual assault on his erection.
against his skin, releasing his nipple from her mouth. Moving up his
body, she kissed him passionately. She let out her own groan as his
tongue invaded her mouth. He thrust his tongue against hers with the same
rhythm that her hand was keeping.
hand found her breast, his fingers rolling and gently pinching her
nipple. His chest rumbled with lust as she whimpered into his
swift motion he had rolled her onto her back. He was leaning over her in
a way that still gave her access to his now raging hard-on, but also allowed
him to bend his head slightly and pull one of her nipples into his mouth.
hand gently pushed her thighs apart, his fingers easily finding their way to
her swollen lips. She moaned loudly as his fingers spread her lips,
allowing his thumb to brush across her clitoris. His middle finger easily
slid into her as his thumb pressed lightly against the hardened nub. Her
hips thrust up against his hand as his name rolled off of her tongue.
released her nipple, moving up to reclaim her mouth. Their scorching kiss
lasting until they physically needed to break for a breath. They stared
at each other through lust-filled eyes.
need you...” He said breathlessly.
lightly placed her hand on his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you...”
sweetly and moved his body between her thighs, supporting himself above her
with his hands resting on the bed on either side of her waist. “You
shuddered involuntarily as he suggestively pressed his hips forward, letting
his erection slide across her clitoris. “Rupert...”
his motion and stared at her. “That sounded…odd.”
narrowed her eyes and nodded. “Yeah, it really did. You okay if I
stick with ‘Giles’?”
He mumbled softly and resumed his movement.
if – ”
his head and pressed again. “No ‘what ifs’ darling. You won’t hurt
me.” He leaned down and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth
briefly. “What if I promise you something?”
arched towards him as he pressed harder against her. “What?”
feel...” His eyes closed as her nails lightly raked across his
nipple. “pain...any pain. I’ll stop.” His eyes found hers
again, gleaming with love and lust. “I promise.”
herself up slightly and captured his lips with hers. Her fingers grasped
the back of his head, holding him against her as her tongue plunged into his
mouth. She felt, rather than heard, his moan as she slid her lithe muscle
against his. His teeth lightly scraped across her tongue when she slowly
pulled from the kiss and lay back until her head was resting on the pillow.
pulled into a smile as she raised her legs, resting her knees against his
sides. “Make love to me, Giles.”
her gaze as he shifted slightly, the head of his erection pushing gently
against her warm opening. “If you’re not sure, please tell me now...”
lit up her eyes as her hand lifted to rest on the side of his face. “I’m
his head slightly, pressing a kiss into the palm of her hand. He pushed
his hips forward, easing his way inside of her. They both gasped
simultaneously at the sensation when he had fully entered her.
remained still, allowing her body to adjust. He waited for her to make
the first move. He felt her body tremble slightly, then her hips move up
towards him. He whispered a soft “I love you” before they fell into a
gentle, easy, and surprisingly familiar rhythm together.
groaned loudly as he brushed across her g-spot repeatedly. Her quivering
muscles gripped him tightly. He matched her groan with a loud one of his
own as she bucked her hips up, driving him deeper inside of her.
down, his lips finding her collarbone. He lightly nipped at it, sucking
her tender flesh into his mouth. Her fingers wound in the hair on the
back of his head, holding his mouth to her skin.
Giles...” She gasped.
split second he wasn’t quite sure if she meant that she wanted him to thrust or
suck harder. She answered that quickly for him as she slammed her hips
upwards, forcing him to thrust harder.
in ecstasy, letting her skin fall from his lips as he pushed himself up so that
he was practically kneeling between her thighs. His hands slid under her,
pulling her into a different angle so that he could penetrate her deeper and
harder. His fingers kneaded the firm flesh of her ass as he increased his
her inner walls contracting as she cried out, her hot juices flowing over him
as she reached orgasm. He rode out the waves of her climax, his eyes
focused on her face. Within a few seconds, he could feel a second orgasm
beginning. He held on as long as he could, slamming his body against
hers. He let go only as she screamed his name.
forward, capturing her mouth with his to stifle her screams. She
shuddered violently, feeling him flood her inner walls. Her hands slid
down his sweat-drenched back as she kissed him. Only when he was sure that
her screams had calmed did he release her mouth from his kiss.
him close, keeping him inside of her for as long as possible. He gently
rolled them onto their sides, facing each other. She whimpered lightly as
his softening cock slipped from her grip.
into his eyes, raising a trembling hand to gently wipe the sweat from his
face. “Are you...”
chuckled softly, brushing her damp hair back from her face. “I’m fine,
Buffy. Are you?”
grinned, nodding slowly. “Mm...better than fine. You are...I never
thought, even in my wildest dreams...” She licked her lips, her fingers
playing with the wet curl of hair above his ear. “The things you make me
still rising and falling heavily, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
“You’re absolutely amazing.”
we wait so long?”
laughed, his fingers twirling a strand of her hair. “Because you kept
saying that I wasn’t medically sound.”
She shook her head gently. “I mean...we’ve felt this way about each other
for so long. Why did we wait?”
took on a serious turn. “Timing. The timing wasn’t right.” He
lightly stroked her bare back with his fingers. “There was always
something in our way. People, events, demons, a few apocalypses...”
silently in agreement.
you kicked me through a doorway.” He offered her a playful grin, which
widened as she began to laugh.
rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She raised an eyebrow
when she felt him twitch beneath her.
knowingly, letting his hands rest on her hips. “You did ask me one time
what a stevedore is…”
covered his as she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against his quickly
hardening flesh. “I think I’m kinda getting the picture. Do
stevedores have as much stamina as a Slayer?”
chuckled as he lifted her up, allowing himself to enter her again. “One
way to find out.”
She grinned at him before closing her eyes in pleasure. “Or…two or three…”