Title:
How You See the World
Author: Froxyn
Rating:
FRM
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline:
S5.
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.
“Giles?”
“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.
~ End