Title:
Yes
Author:
Froxyn
Rating:
FRAO
Pairing:
Giles/unnamed OFC, Buffy/Giles
Timeline:
Post-series, AU.
Synopsis:
Giles is in a relationship, but it’s not going as well as he had
originally hoped.
Author’s Note:
Album fic. Song and lyrics can be
found here.
Giles
panted heavily as he reached for the towel.
He cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder, gingerly wiping the
fluid from his softening cock.
“Well,
then…” He stated with a smile when he
heard her soft chuckle.
This had
been going on for a few weeks now. If he
were asked how it came to be that he was having phone sex with his Slayer, he’d
be hard-pressed to come up with an answer.
It had just…happened.
“Is she
still holding out on you?” Buffy asked
softly.
“Buffy…”
“Sorry.”
He could
hear the smile in her voice. He dropped
the towel onto the floor and leaned back against the headboard of his bed.
“No, you’re
not.” He sighed and then rubbed the side
of his neck. “And…no, she’s not.”
“Oh.” Buffy replied with genuine surprise. “Um…then why, uh…”
“Why did I
just explain in glorious detail exactly what I want to do with you?” He finished for her as she trailed off.
“Um…yeah.” She whispered on a short gasp.
“Because
she can’t make me come half as hard as you can…and you’re in another country,
not in my bed.” He smiled as she inhaled
sharply at his blunt statement. “Are you
alright?”
“Do you
want me to be?” She asked after a moment
of silence.
“Be what?”
“In your
bed.”
It was his
turn to inhale sharply at her words. The
thought of her in his bed, underneath him…on top of him…her warmth surrounding
him as he…
“God,
yes.” He breathed, his hand tightening
on the receiver.
“Do you
love her?”
“I thought
so.” He answered truthfully. “I certainly care for her, but…I’m not in
love with her.”
He heard
her take a deep breath and instinctively knew what she was going to ask. With a smile, he decided to answer before she
could ask.
“Though I’m
fairly certain that I do love you.”
“You…Giles?”
His smile
grew as his reawakening cock twitched.
“Come to
He wasn’t
asking, but she still whispered an answer.
“Yes.”
* * *
He casually
leaned against the railing outside the arrival gates, waiting for her to make
her way through customs. He straightened
when she appeared in a sea of people, his hand unconsciously smoothing down the
front of his shirt.
As their
eyes met, he smiled and took a step forward.
She returned his smile and weaved her way through the crowd, stopping
only when she stood directly in front of him.
“Hey…”
“Hello,
Buffy.” His eyes darted to her lips as
he gestured to her bag. “May I?”
She smiled
and tightened her fingers around the shoulder strap. “Are you asking if you can kiss me or take my
bag?”
His eyes
flashed mischievously. “Which will you
say ‘yes’ to?”
She slid
the bag off her shoulder and handed it to him, giving him a wink when
disappointment shone in his eyes. “I’m
not going to be able to stop with a kiss…so, we’ll start with you taking my
bag, okay?”
He felt his
arousal begin to stir as he took the bag and gave her a nod of
understanding. He took her hand in his
and led her towards the exit.
* * *
The door
had barely closed behind them when he dropped her bag to the living room floor
and pulled her into his arms. He didn’t
stop her when she grabbed his shirt and untucked it. When she pulled the knot
of his tie free, he lowered his mouth to hers.
She
shuddered in his arms as his tongue stroked hers, her hands pushing his jacket
off his shoulders. He let go of her long
enough to allow the jacket to fall to the floor. When he felt her fingers start to work on the
buttons of his shirt, he moved his hands to her hips and began to guide her
down the hall.
She pulled
from the kiss and looked up at him, pushing his shirt open as she moved
backwards…trusting him to not let her bump into anything. He smiled down at her and slipped his hands
under the silk blouse she was wearing.
She raised her arms as his hands moved upwards, pushing the blouse up
and over her head.
Then he
kissed her again, hard and passionate.
The next
thing she knew, he was lowering her to the bed.
She was so lost in the kiss…the sensation of his tongue darting into her
mouth, the feel of his hands on her skin…she had lost track of their
surroundings.
She opened
her eyes as his mouth moved to her neck, his fingers popping open the clasp on
the front of her bra. Rolling her head
to the left, she saw a picture of her on his bedside table. She was going to ask him about it, but was
distracted by his lips wrapping around her right nipple.
“Oh,
God…” She groaned, sliding her fingers
into his hair. “Giles…”
He smiled
against her breast and moved his hand to the zipper on the side of her
skirt. As he sucked her nipple, he
pushed her skirt and silk underwear down her legs. He tossed the clothing to the floor and
pulled his mouth from her breast.
His eyes
raked over her now basically nude body as he shrugged his shirt off and threw
it in the same general direction that he had thrown her clothing. His fingers unbuckled his belt as she rose up
enough to remove her bra.
“Giles?”
“Hm?” He murmured as he quickly shed the rest of
his clothes, dropping them all into a heap on the floor.
“What
if…um…well, what if it isn’t as good?”
His eyes
snapped to hers. He offered her an
adoring smile as he saw the uncertainty in her eyes. He gently pushed her back until her head was
resting on the pillow, and then he moved between her thighs and leaned over
her. He ran the fingers of his right
hand through her hair as he supported his weight with his left hand.
“I should
probably tell you something now, rather than later.” He licked his lips, trying to ignore the
sensation of the warm skin of her thigh against his cock.
“What’s
wrong, Giles? You look all nervous now…”
“It wasn’t
the fact that she and I weren’t having sex at the time.” He stated softly, pausing just a moment
before continuing. “I’d been thinking
about you…”
“Thinking
about me?” She asked, sliding her left
hand down to the warm flesh resting against her thigh. “What about me?”
“How good
it would feel to be inside of you.” He
groaned as her fingers lightly stroked his erection. “I…I think she knew…about my feelings for
you.”
“Giles…”
“I love
you, Buffy.” He whispered sincerely as
he stared into her eyes. “And it
was…is…the love I feel for you that made what we were doing over the phone
so…wonderful.”
She smiled
lovingly up at him. “It wasn’t just the
loneliness of being in an empty bed?”
“God,
no.” He shook his head, biting his lip
as her fingers curled around his thick shaft.
“I’ve wanted you for…years…”
Her eyes
widened in surprise. “Really?”
He nodded,
his eyes darkening as she began to stroke him.
He shifted just enough to have the room to slide his fingers through her
wet folds. They both groaned as he
pushed his middle finger into her warm depths.
They
touched each other for a long while, bringing one another to the very edge
before backing off and starting over.
After the third near orgasm, Giles growled and knelt between her thighs,
staring lustfully into her eyes as he pushed his hips forward and entered her
in one hard thrust.
At that
moment, Buffy made a decision as to where she wanted to be. And if he’d ask…she’d say yes.
Her nails
raked down his chest as he moved within her with long, slow strokes. When he leaned over her and kissed her,
pouring his love for her into the union, she knew that he wouldn’t have to ask.
She’d
already said yes.
~ End