Title: Girl Like That
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: S6’ish, no Spike, no depressed Buffy, Giles
never left. AU.
Synopsis: Buffy and Giles discuss one of her concerns.
Author’s
Note: Album fic. Song and lyrics can be found here.
Giles watched her
slam a stake into the vampire’s heart...and then heard her heavy sigh as she
watched the ashes fall. When she made
her way back to his side, he could sense that her heart rate had not begun to
slow as yet...one of the many perks of their bond.
“Are you alright,
Buffy?”
She sighed again and
nodded. “You’d think after five years of
patrols and dying two times I’d be...not scared. But, I am...every night.”
Giles smiled warmly
and brushed a dead leaf from her back.
“I’d be worried if you weren’t scared.”
“Huh?”
“Fear...especially in
this job...it’s normal, Buffy. If you
weren’t afraid, that would mean that you didn’t care. Think about Faith’s reaction to patrols.”
“Oh...” She slipped her stake into her pocket and
looked up at him. “She didn’t care...but, that wasn’t her main
problem.”
“No?” He asked as they started walking towards the
cemetery gate. “What do you think her
main problem was? Besides the obvious
homicidal tendencies, that is.”
Buffy chuckled and
slipped her arm through his. “She never
listened to you.”
Giles snorted and
pushed the gate open. “Neither did you.”
“I hung on every word
you said.” She protested softly. “I just couldn’t let you know that.”
He shook his head in
amusement and led her to the car. “You
could’ve. You just didn’t.”
“No...I
couldn’t.” She slid her hand into his
and laced their fingers as she gazed into his eyes. “If I had...you would’ve known my true
feelings years ago.”
“Would that have been
so very bad?” He whispered, lifting his
free hand to thread his fingers through her hair.
“Yeah...because I was
seventeen.” She stated with a
smile. “And the last thing I needed was
my Watcher in jail for...”
He cut her off with a
kiss, not caring that they were standing on the sidewalk on a busy Friday
night. When she pushed him against the
car and attempted to deepen the kiss, he reluctantly pulled away and shook his
head.
She licked her
tingling lips and arched an eyebrow.
“Then you should take me home soon.
As in...now.”
He grinned and opened
the car door for her.
* * *
“I wish it hadn’t
taken us so long to get here.” She whispered
as she ran her hand down his bare chest before gently pushing him onto the bed.
“Are you referring to
tonight? Or...the four year build up to
our current relationship?” He asked with
a smile, pulling her down with him.
She rolled her eyes
playfully and placed a tender kiss on one of the scars on his chest. “I think I’ll not even dignify that with an
answer right now.”
His smile broadened
as she lifted her eyes to his. “I love
you.”
Buffy inhaled
sharply. He didn’t say it often. She never doubted the fact that he loved her
and he showed her so many times each day just how much. But the words didn’t leave his lips on a
daily basis. When she had questioned
him, he explained that he didn’t want it to turn into just words. And so when he did say it...it meant so much
more.
“I love you too. God, I love you so much...” She whispered as she covered his mouth with
hers.
He gently rolled
their bodies and leaned over her, relishing the sensation of her nails
scratching the back of his scalp as he stroked her tongue with his. She moved her hand down his back, grazing her
nails over his ribs. He groaned as he
lifted his head and moved between her thighs.
“I’ve...I’ve never
loved anyone as much as I love you, Buffy.”
He whispered emotionally as he brushed her hair back from her face. “Please know this.”
Tears filled her eyes
as she nodded slowly. “I do.”
He smiled and kissed
her softly as he pushed his erection into her.
They had been through
so much to get here. Her seemingly utter
disregard for him, their distrust of each other, his near-dependency on
alcohol...
In fact, he had been
drunk the first time he kissed her...pushing her against the wall and shoving
his tongue into her mouth as she clawed at his shirt. They had had sex that night...a drunken romp
that left her body sated but her heart aching for more.
A month later, he had
looked into her eyes and professed his love for her. And that night she had helped him rid the
house of alcohol...and then they had made love.
When he held her afterwards, his hands lovingly caressing her body...the
aching in her heart had stopped.
He hadn’t had a
drink, other than an occasional beer, in well over six months. Their bond had intensified over those months
and now they were stronger than they had ever been.
Her hands gripped his
back tightly as he moved within her. His
breath was hot against her skin as he continued speaking softly into her
ear. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing
blood, as he once again whispered his love for her.
He gave a deep groan
as he felt her inner muscles tighten around him as she quickly approached
orgasm. He held on until he heard her
call out his name, felt her warm fluids bathe his cock...and then he cried out
her name and came deep within her.
She held him tightly
as their breaths came in heavy pants and their hearts pounded in time with one
another. When he carefully moved to her
side and placed a warm, tender kiss on her lips, she sighed and looked into his
eyes.
“What’s up?”
“Hm?” He murmured, lazily running his fingers along
her spine as she snuggled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.
“In the past twenty
minutes you’ve said ‘I love you’ more than you have in the past two
weeks.” She kissed his chest and draped
her leg over his. “What’s up?”
Before he could give
her an answer, she lifted her head and stared at him...sudden fear in her
eyes. “You’re not sick, are you?”
He offered her a
loving smile and shook his head. “No,
darling. I’m not sick.”
She relaxed at his
words and rubbed his chest with her fingers.
“But...you never say it that much.
Not that I mind, because I don’t...it’s just...not like you and – ”
“I want to spend the
rest of my life with you, Buffy.” He
interrupted her and ran his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. When her eyes widened, he smiled
nervously. “I...I want to buy a house
for us...fill up the extra bedrooms with children. I want to eventually close the Hellmouth and
take you home to
His words ended
abruptly as she kissed him.
At one time he'd
thought that any love at all was better than nothing. Then he had fallen in love with his Slayer
and realized that there was nothing better than loving her. He had the brief thought that he should thank
her for showing that to him. And then
she climbed on top of him and settled her warm core over his quickly stirring
erection.
He’d thank her later.
~ End