Title:
Q&A
Rating:
FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline:
S5’ish…basically AU. No Riley, no Dawn…
Synopsis:
Giles receives a gentle push in Buffy’s direction.
Notes:
Special thanks to my beta reader, wyvernwolf. This story was written for
summer_of_giles .
Giles
leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on his
Slayer. This wasn’t normal for him, being at the Bronze with his young friends,
and he found it extremely difficult to relax. Watching Buffy sway to the gentle
beat of the music with Xander didn’t help his relaxation issues much either.
He was
sure that he wanted to spend time with Buffy,
“Interesting
dance you two have going on these days, Giles.”
Giles
blinked and turned towards the voice, finding
“Willow…”
He began to protest, stopping when she smiled knowingly.
“I see you
watch her when you think no one’s looking.”
Giles
cleared his throat nervously. “Yes, well…I’m her Watcher. I’m required
to…uh…Watch her.”
“
She
interrupted him with a softly spoken statement. “I know about the kiss, Giles.”
His eyes
snapped to hers, the redness creeping up his neck at a high rate of speed. “I’m
sorry?”
“It’s not
like she was announcing it to the world, but…I can be very persuasive when I
want to be. So…one kiss, months ago…and nothing more?”
Giles
sighed and stared at the beer bottle in his hand as he mumbled softly. “It was
a moment of comfort.”
An image
suddenly took hold in Giles’ mind. Buffy’s arms circling his neck, her fingers
toying with his soft hair, as he held her…his tongue gently exploring her
mouth. He shook his head to clear the image and swallowed.
“For her.”
He answered quietly.
“You sure
about that?”
“Willow…”
With that
said,
“Bugger
it.” He muttered and pushed himself from his chair. His intention was to leave
and go home to a cup of tea and research.
His feet,
however, had a different plan.
He weaved
his way through the maze of people, coming to a stop in front of Buffy. She
looked up at him and smiled.
“Hey.”
“Hello.”
He looked around nervously, catching the smile on Xander’s face as he quietly
backed away.
“So…what’s
up? Spot a vampire in here or something?”
“Hm?” He
looked back down to find her scanning the crowd. “Oh, no. Um…Buffy, I…uh, that
is…I was wondering…”
She raised
her eyes to his face when she heard the soft curse he uttered. “What is it,
Giles?”
He
swallowed hard and gestured vaguely. “Would you care to dance?”
She
narrowed her eyes slightly. “What’s going on?”
He sighed
heavily and took a deep breath. “Nothing. I…” He shook his head and stepped
back. “Nevermind.”
She grabbed
his arm quickly, halting his retreat. “Giles, wait.”
He glanced
down at her hand, the beginning of the next song permeating his mind. He met
her eyes and took a step forward into her personal space.
“Dance
with me.”
She nodded
slowly and moved into his arms. Though she tried to stop them, the images of
that night rushed into her head.
* * *
He cleaned
and dressed the wound quickly, not looking into her eyes for fear that she
would see his concern. She would be alright, the wound would heal rapidly…as
they always did. It wasn’t the injury that concerned him. It was the fact that
he had watched the demon toss her across the clearing as if she were a rag
doll.
“Giles?”
Hearing
the worried tone of her voice, he dared to look up. Her eyes clearly held her
fear and he inhaled sharply.
“You’ll be
fine, Buffy. It’s fairly superficial…”
She shook
her head slowly. “If you hadn’t been there…”
He
swallowed as she trailed off, knowing exactly what she was going to say. He
hadn’t been able to kill it, but he was able to get a clean shot with the
crossbow. The demon had howled in pain and ran, leaving Buffy lying on the
ground.
“I’ll find
out what it is. We’ll find a way to – ”
His
sentence was cut short as she quickly leaned forward and kissed him. He pulled
back and stared at her, his lips tingling.
“Buffy…”
She shook
her head again, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him
towards her. “Please…just kiss me.”
Telling
himself it was only comfort, he sighed and allowed himself to return the kiss.
* * *
Buffy took
a deep breath and pushed the image from her mind before she let it go too far.
He held her loosely as they moved to the music. They were quiet for a few
moments before she took a deep breath and spoke softly.
“I think
this is the closest we’ve been in a few months. I mean, if you don’t count
training…”
“Yes.” He
agreed, his eyes closing briefly as she slid her arms around him. “I, uh…we’ve
never discussed what happened.”
“I didn’t
think you wanted to.” She shrugged a shoulder, but didn’t meet his eyes. “I
guess the important thing is we stopped before it went too far.”
When she
felt him tense, she raised her eyes quickly. “Giles?”
He stopped
moving and stared into her eyes. “We need to talk, Buffy.”
She
averted her eyes and nodded as she took a step back. “Yeah, okay…”
He scanned
their surroundings and quickly found a hallway in the corner of the building.
“Follow me.”
She looked
up as he quickly turned and headed towards the hall. As she followed him, a
hand touched her arm. She looked to her left, finding a young man smiling at
her.
“How about
a dance?”
She shook
her head and glanced at Giles, who was easily navigating through the crowd of
people. “Not now.”
She didn’t
give him a chance to respond, quickly darting off to follow her Watcher. She
caught up with him just as he entered the hallway. He breathed a sigh of relief
to find it empty and leaned against the wall.
“Giles?”
He ran his
hand through his hair and exhaled deeply. “I didn’t want to.”
“Didn’t
want to what?” Her eyes narrowed in confusion.
“Stop.” He
met her eyes and swallowed nervously. “I didn’t want to stop.”
She gasped
softly, staring at him. “But…you said – ”
“I know
what I said, Buffy.”
“It was
just comfort. We both needed to be…comforted.”
He could
hear the confusion in her voice. He shook his head and pushed himself off the
wall.
“It
wasn’t…not for me.”
Two
teenaged girls entered the hallway, pushing past Buffy to reach the door at the
end of the hall. Buffy inhaled shakily.
“We can’t
talk here, Giles.”
He shoved
his hand in his pocket, a brief flicker of annoyance showing in his eyes. “We
really should – ”
“Yeah, we
should.” She agreed quickly, pressing her back against the wall as another girl
pushed past them. “But…not here. It’s too…busy. Let’s go back to your
apartment. Make some tea and…talk.”
As a young
man entered the hallway, Giles sighed in understanding. “I guess that would be
for the best.”
Buffy
carefully exited the hall and made her way to the door. Giles followed her,
anxious and nervous.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~
The short
drive to Giles’ apartment was uncomfortable and silent. Buffy glanced at him a
few times, noticing that he was obviously in deep thought. Not wanting to
disturb him, she turned towards the window and tried to calm her racing heart.
He made a
pot of tea quickly as she sat quietly on his couch. He loaded a tray with the
pot, two cups, milk, sugar…and the cookies that Buffy had proclaimed as her
favourite on more than one occasion.
He took a
seat on the far end of the couch and busied himself with preparing a cup of tea
for her. He looked up when she whispered his name.
She
gestured at the tray. “You’re fiddling…”
He raised
an eyebrow at her as he dropped two teaspoons of sugar into the cup.
“Fiddling?”
“Yeah.
Buying more time…or whatever.” She sighed softly and turned towards him. “Just
talk.”
He
carefully placed the spoon on the tray, staring at his hands as he idly twisted
the ring on his pinky. “I’m sure I don’t know where to start.”
“Okay.”
She blew out a breath and rubbed her hand against her denim-clad thigh. “Q and
A time. The first question that pops into your head, ask it. I’ll do the same.
You go first.”
He twisted
the ring again and exhaled slowly. “You told
“Yeah. I
didn’t really mean to. She kinda knew something was up and…she pulled the old
‘resolve face’ thing on me until I ‘fessed up.” She waited until he nodded
before she asked her question. “Are you upset with me over it?”
He
chuckled softly. “No. Surprisingly not. Did it make you uncomfortable when I
kissed you?”
“No. I
mean, I kissed you first. And, yeah…it made things awkward between us, but…that
wasn’t because of you. Why did you kiss me?”
He removed
his glasses and placed them on the coffee table, but he still wouldn’t look at
her. “A moment of selfishness on my part. Do you think we’ll be able to move
past this?”
“That
wasn’t an answer. If you don’t give a proper answer then your next question is
forfeited…and I get to ask another. Do you like me, Giles?”
“Yes.” He
answered with no hesitation. “Do you regret what happened that night?”
“No, I
don’t.” He finally lifted his head, but kept his eyes forward. “Do you think
you could love me?”
“I already
do.” He whispered softly. “Does that distress you?”
“No.” She
edged closer to him and swallowed. “What did you feel when you kissed me?”
“Elation.”
He cleared his throat and finally looked at her. “Where are you going with this
line of questioning?”
She moved
closer to him, reaching out to cup his cheek. Her eyes darted to his lips as
she leaned forward. “Here. Would it be okay if I kiss you?”
He leaned
into her touch, his voice thick as he nodded. “Only if you’re sure. I don’t
think – ”
She cut
his sentence off with a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m sure, Giles.”
She looked
into his eyes and smiled as she rubbed her thumb across his cheek. “Now…you
distracted me and that wasn’t the best kiss I could give you. Can I try again?”
“Yes…” He whispered
breathlessly, his eyes closing as she leaned into him once more.
Her arms
slid over his shoulders as she moulded her mouth to his. Her fingers ran
through his soft hair as she nudged her tongue between his lips. He groaned
softly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him as he
returned the passionate kiss.
With a
final flick of her tongue against his, she pulled back and tenderly kissed his
lips. Her breathing was heavy as she rested her forehead against his, her
fingers still tangled in his hair.
“Giles?”
“Hm?” His
hands rubbed her back gently as he inhaled deeply.
“When you
said that you didn’t want to stop…what exactly did you mean?”
He felt
his heart pounding in his chest as he pulled back enough to look into her eyes.
She saw the fear in his eyes and quickly shook her head.
“Come on,
the Q and A thing was working really well for us. Let’s go back to that, okay?
Just questions and answers.” He gave her a small nod and she smiled. “What did
you mean?”
“I didn’t
want to stop with a kiss.” He licked his lips and brushed her hair away from
her neck. “May I kiss your neck?”
She
chuckled softly, tilting her head slightly for better access. “Yeah…”
He smiled
and leaned forward, brushing his lips along the soft skin. He felt her slight
tremble and made his way up the length of her neck, stopping when he placed a
tender kiss on her jaw.
“Your turn
for a question.” He whispered softly.
“If you
didn’t want to, then why did you stop?”
He took a
deep breath, lifting his fingers to run through her hair. “Because I wanted to
make love with you.”
Her eyes
widened in surprise. “What?”
He smiled
shyly and shook his head. “My turn.” His eyes turned serious as his fingertips
grazed her cheek. “Did I hurt you when I said it was comfort?”
Her eyes
glistened as she nodded. “Yes.”
“I’m so
sorry.” He whispered, regret of his poorly chosen words evident in his voice.
“Do you
still?” She lowered her eyes from his. “Want to make love with me, I mean?”
“Very much
so.” He cleared his throat and placed two fingers under her chin, tilting her
head upwards until she was looking at him. “What are you feeling right now?”
“Nervous…and
loved.” Her fingers toyed with the knot of his tie. “Why do you always wear a
tie?”
“Habit, I
suppose.” He smiled warmly as she pulled the knot loose. “Am I making you
nervous with these revelations?”
“No. I’m
nervous because…I want to make love with you too.” She pulled the tie free and
slid it from around his neck, dropping it to the floor. “How long has your ear
been pierced?”
He
chuckled softly. “I had it pierced when I left the Academy. Why are you nervous
about wanting to make love with me?”
“You’re
more experienced than I am. I don’t want to disappoint you.” She shivered as
his fingers edged under her shirt, stroking her smooth skin. “Why haven’t you
asked if I love you?”
“I worry
what your answer might be.” He sighed softly as she unbuttoned his shirt. “For
the record…I honestly don’t believe you could disappoint me, Buffy.”
She smiled
as she pushed his shirt open. “That was very sweet. A non-question, but very
sweet.” She glanced down, frowning slightly when she noticed a thick scar on
his abdomen. She lightly traced the raised flesh with her fingertip. “What
happened?”
“Cabrish
demon while I was in training. I learned the hard way the reason for its
horns.” He trembled as she lovingly caressed the thick tissue. “What are you
thinking?”
She looked
into his eyes as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. “That I love you and I
would give just about anything for you to take me to bed right now.” She gently
rubbed his chest when he gasped. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
“Is that
what you want?”
She
grinned as she leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on his sternum. “No
answering questions with another question. My turn.”
He
swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as she moved her mouth across his
chest. “Buffy…”
She lifted
her head and smiled, pressing her palm against his hardened nipple. “Are you in
love with me?”
“Yes.” He
nodded slowly, his eyes darkening a shade when he felt her hands unbuckle his
belt. “I’m not sure how long I can keep up the question and answer game, Buffy.
I’m coming up with statements, no questions.”
She raised
an eyebrow as she unbuttoned his trousers. “Give me a statement then.”
His hand
slid up her torso, underneath her shirt, and gently cupped her breast. “Let me
love you.”
She moaned
softly and pulled her shirt over her head. “Take me to bed, Giles. Please.”
His eyes
watched his hand massage her firm satin-covered breast. When she reached behind
her back and undid the clasp, he lifted his other hand quickly and held the
material so that it continued to cover her flesh. He took a deep breath and
looked into her eyes.
“Do you
love me?” He whispered nervously.
She
offered him a warm smile and cupped his cheek. “I love you. I’m in love with
you. And…I’m aching for you to make love to me.”
His heart
raced in his chest as he lowered his hands. She removed the garment and dropped
it to the floor, fully expecting his eyes to fall to her breasts. She was more
than a little surprised when his eyes remained locked with hers as his hands
moved to her back and pulled her against his chest.
He held
her tightly for a few minutes before releasing her and standing. He took hold
of her hand and gently pulled her from the couch. It was then his eyes finally
strayed to her bare chest.
“Dear
Lord, you’re lovely.”
He picked
her up effortlessly, groaning as she wrapped her legs around his hips and
settled her core over his erection. He turned towards the stairs, making a
quick detour to the front door to turn the lock. As he started to climb the
stairs, he noticed her inquisitive look.
“Is
everything alright?” He stopped on the landing and awaited her answer.
She nodded
slowly and smiled. “I have one more question.”
The slight
tilt of his head requested her to continue.
“Why did
you ask me to dance tonight?”
He
returned her smile, giving her a soft kiss before responding. “
He resumed
his climb, brushing his lips across hers. “Smart girl,
Buffy
grinned brightly. “Remind me to thank her later.”
Giles
stepped into his bedroom and abruptly turned, pressing Buffy’s back against the
armoire. Buffy groaned as the movement caused the prominent bulge in his
trousers to push against her.
“Giles!”
His eyes
sparkled with love and desire as he held her there for a few moments. “I’ll
remind you, love. Much later.”
When he
was certain he had gotten his point across, he turned and took the few steps
needed to reach the bed. As he lowered her onto the mattress, he leant over her
semi-nude body and gave her an adoring smile.
His
fingers touched the button on her jeans. He pulled it free as he lowered his
mouth to her breast. He heard her gasp as he ran his tongue along the underside
of her firm flesh. He unzipped her jeans before repositioning his hand on her
abdomen. He rubbed her skin soothingly as he took her already hardened nipple
into his mouth.
She
groaned at the sensation, the warmth of his mouth…the softness of his tongue
caressing her nipple. He gave the nub an experimental suck and delighted in the
loud moan escaping her lips.
He
carefully moved between her legs as he licked a warm path across her chest,
giving the same treatment to her other nipple. When she wrapped her legs around
him and arched her hips towards his, he lifted his head and smiled.
“There’s
no need to rush, Buffy.” At her soft whimper, he gently rocked his hips.
“Making love with you is something I intend to savour.”
She looked
into his eyes, running her hand up his arm. “I want you.”
He leaned
down and kissed her, pressing his erection against her more firmly. “You have
me.”
Before she
could respond, he moved down her body and returned his mouth to each of her
breasts briefly. She trembled lightly as he pressed a warm line of kisses down
her abdomen to her navel. As his tongue dipped into the small indentation, he
hooked his fingers under the open waistband of her jeans and pulled them down
to expose her hip.
He moved
quickly, placing his mouth on her hipbone and sucking gently. She groaned
loudly, the sound of her pleasure causing his erection to swell even more. He
pushed himself up until he was kneeling between her legs, slowly tugging the
denim and silk underwear down her thighs. Shifting both of her legs to one
side, he quickly removed the clothing and tossed the items to the floor,
leaving her completely bare in front of him.
“My God.”
He whispered thickly, running his hand along her smooth skin.
Her eyes
widened slightly as he moved to the floor, kneeling next to the bed as he
carefully pulled her towards the edge. “Giles…”
“Mm?” He
mumbled softly as he kissed and licked his way up her inner thigh.
“You…you
don’t have to…”
He looked
up quickly and met her eyes, his smile dancing in his. “Believe me when I say
that I’m not doing this because I feel I have to. I want very much to taste
you, Buffy.”
“Oh God…”
She whimpered as he lowered his head, placing her legs over his shoulders.
When he
reached her apex, he inhaled deeply, groaning at the scent of her arousal. He
nuzzled the soft curls before parting her lower lips with his thumbs,
completely exposing her to him. Buffy looked down just in time to see him drag
his tongue through her folds.
“Oh my
God!” She cried out, gripping the sheet tightly with her fingers.
He smiled
inwardly, grasping her hips in an effort to hold her still. He lapped at her flesh
with a precision that she was sure she’d ask him about later. But, right
now…she could only focus on the intense pleasure he was giving so freely.
He looked
up at her, enjoying the sight of her writhing under his oral ministrations.
Sensing she was nearing orgasm, he tightened his grip and covered her clitoris
with his mouth, sucking at the hardened bundle of nerves.
She
screamed in ecstasy, breaking his hold on her hips and grasping his head,
holding him against her as her hips bucked. He groaned and sucked harder,
continuing until she was shaking uncontrollably and her trembling voice
whispered his name.
He brought
her down slowly, gently kissing her quivering flesh until she lightly pulled
his hair in an unspoken request for him to stop. He smiled and tenderly pushed
her back to the centre of the bed. She looked up at him through glazed eyes and
gestured at his open trousers.
“Not
naked…” She panted heavily.
He
chuckled softly and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling his shoes and
socks off. He turned to look at her when he felt her shift.
“Are you
alright?”
She smiled
at the genuine concern in his voice and nodded. “Just a little…impatient.”
He
returned her smile playfully. “Should that surprise me?”
She lightly
smacked his arm and pointed to his pants again. “Get them off, Giles.”
He quickly
removed his trousers and boxers and groaned when she knelt behind him, reaching
around and instantly finding his erection with her warm hand. She kissed his
neck, her chest pressed against his back, as her slender fingers slowly stroked
his hardened flesh.
She moved
her mouth to his ear, suckling on his lobe before whispering huskily. “I really
need you inside me now, Giles.”
He covered
her hand with his, stilling her movement. “Then…you, uh…you should stop that…”
She smiled
and, after placing a gentle nip on his shoulder, stretched out on the bed with
her head on the pillow. He turned slowly and moved to sit beside of her, his
back resting against the headboard.
She raised
an eyebrow and pushed herself up, kneeling beside of him. “What’s wrong?”
He shook
his head and pulled her towards him until she was straddling his thighs.
“Absolutely nothing.”
He ran the
back of his hand over her breast as he leaned forward, brushing his lips across
hers. She deepened the kiss quickly, tasting herself on his tongue. He wound
his fingers in her hair as they fought for control of the kiss.
He gave in
after a few moments, allowing her to plunder his mouth with her tongue. His
hands moved to her hips, lifting her over his erection. When she felt the head
nudge her opening, she broke the kiss and stared into his eyes.
She read
his silent request for permission and placed her hand on his chest. “Yes,
Giles…God, yes…”
He squeezed
her hips gently, reinitiating the kiss as he slowly pulled her down. He groaned
into her mouth, feeling her warmth surround him. When his entire length was
embedded in her, she ended the kiss and rested her forehead against his.
“God…” She
breathed heavily, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion.
“Alright?”
He asked, his heart pounding in his chest as his hands moved to her back.
“Very
alright…” She whispered, running her fingers through his tousled hair. “I love
you.”
“I love
you too.” His eyes closed for a moment when she rocked her hips. “Oh, Buffy…”
She smiled
shyly and repeated the motion, lowering her mouth to his neck and nibbling
lightly with her lips. “Is this…right?”
He gently
thrust his hips as he nodded. “Incredible.”
“I’ve…never
done it like this before.” She admitted softly, raising her head and looking
into his eyes.
“Would you
prefer…something else?”
“No…God,
this feels…” She gripped his shoulder tightly. “I can feel you everywhere…don’t
stop…”
He
continued matching her movements, slowly building her orgasm. She groaned as he
whispered to her…how much he loved her, how much he wanted her…how much he
needed her. Her eyes glistened brightly when he told her how proud he was of
her…how much joy she brought into his life.
When she
whispered that she needed more, he smiled and carefully rolled their bodies
until he was cradled between her thighs. Her hands moved across his
sweat-covered back as her hips lifted to meet each of his long strokes.
He felt
her inner muscles quiver against his cock as she moaned his name. He lowered
his head until his lips were brushing her ear. His breath was hot against her
skin as he whispered in a desire-filled voice.
“Come for
me, Buffy. Come for me and take me with you.”
Mere
seconds later, she complied…screaming his name as her orgasm crashed over her.
He was able to hold on for five more thrusts before his muscles tensed and he
flooded her inner walls, her name leaving his lips on a loud groan.
When his
arms threatened to give out, he shifted slightly and collapsed at her side. She
trembled as he pulled her tightly into his arms, his chest heaving as he fought
to catch his breath.
He lifted
a shaking hand and brushed her damp hair back from her face. “I love you so
much, Buffy.”
She
smiled, her eyes showing her fatigue. “I love you.”
“Stay with
me tonight.” He whispered softly.
Her hand
wrapped around the back of his neck and she leaned into him for a kiss. She had
no intentions of leaving tonight…or any other night, for that matter.
But, she’d
discuss that with him later.
Maybe over
breakfast.
~ End