Title: Real
World
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline:
S4’ish, AU.
Synopsis:
Sometimes real life is just a hassle.
Author’s Note:
Album fic. Lyrics and song can be
found here.
“Don’t you ever wish that we could just be Buffy Summers and Rupert
Giles?”
Giles looked up from the text he was translating and furrowed his
brow. “We are. I’m Rupert Giles and you’re Buffy
Summers. Just as we’ve always been. Who’s the President of the
She rolled her eyes and pushed herself up from the couch, shaking her
head as she walked to the kitchen. “My
memory is fine, Giles...and I don’t need a quiz on current events.”
His eyes followed her, his concern ebbing somewhat as he watched her
pour two glasses of juice. “In that
case...I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Well...that we were just two normal people, with normal lives, in a
normal town. No Hellmouth, no demons, no
vampires...”
“Ah.” He replied, taking the
glass when she handed it to him. “No, I
don’t.”
She perched herself on the edge of the table and took a sip of her
juice. “Why not?”
“If we were just ‘two normal people’, we never would have met.” He sighed as he looked down and noticed that
she had sat down on some of his papers.
He carefully pulled them out from under her and gave her a teasing
smile. “Of course, if we’d never met
then you wouldn’t sit on important paperwork.”
She snorted softly and finished off her juice, placing the empty glass
on the table...far away from his work.
“If we’d never met you wouldn’t be having mind-blowing sex every
night...”
“Not with you, anyway.” He
grinned playfully at her feigned glare, sitting back in his chair and running
his finger down the side of her calf.
“What brought this thought on, Buffy?”
She shrugged a shoulder, watching him as he lifted her foot onto his
thigh. “Don’t you ever think about what
it would be like to be...I don’t know, a superhero or something?”
He chuckled, pulling her shoe off and dropping it to the floor as he
shook his head. “No, because I watch you
every day...and every night. I know what
being a superhero entails...it’s not a job I’d particularly care for.”
“You’re happy just being the boss?”
She sighed as his fingers lovingly rubbed her foot.
Barking out a laugh, he shook his head.
“Oh, I’m not sure I’ve ever been the boss. You rarely followed my directions for the
first few years...”
“I’ve gotten better about that.”
She smiled, pulling her foot from his hands and sliding off the
table. Licking her lips, she climbed on
top of him and draped her arms over his shoulders. “You have to admit that much.”
“Mm-hm.” He murmured, sliding his
hands down to her hips. “I do admit
that, love.”
“I’m glad you’re you.” She
whispered, leaning into him and kissing his lips warmly.
His fingers edged under the hem of her skirt as he licked his
now-tingling lips. “I’m glad I’m me as
well.”
She inhaled sharply as he quickly ripped the side seams of her
underwear. Another pair gone...not that
she really minded in the least.
“I meant...” She paused as he
pulled down the zipper of his jeans, shifting just enough to give him enough
room to free his erection.
His eyes smouldered as he gazed at her, capturing her lips with his in a
brief, but searing kiss. “What did you
mean, Buffy?”
“Huh? Oh...” She swallowed thickly as she reached down and
guided his erection into her. “God,
yes...”
His hands moved to the firm cheeks of her ass as she slowly moved
against him. “Tell me, love...what did
you mean?”
“If...if you weren’t you...” She
moved her mouth to his neck, placing a line of warm, wet kisses along his skin
until she reached his ear.
“Everything...would’ve fallen apart...years ago.”
“I love you, Buffy.” He groaned
softly, sliding his right hand to her back and holding her to his chest.
When he stopped her movements, she started to question him. She held her
words when he began to whisper in her ear.
“Whenever I think about you, us and our future...I want the real world
to just leave us alone for a while.” His
tongue flicked against her earlobe before he gently nibbled on it. “And when we make love...it does. For just a while.”
“Is that why you want to make love so much?” She murmured, her hands gripping his
shoulders.
He chuckled and shook his head, reaching out to push the papers and
books to the other side of the table.
“No...I’ve found that I’m just simply unable to get enough of you.”
She whimpered as he lifted her off of him. “Giles...”
He smiled lovingly at her as he stood up and gently laid her across the
table. He glanced at the door as he ran
his palms over her bare thighs.
“Did you lock the door?”
“Uh-huh...” She mumbled as she
hooked her legs around him and pulled him to her. “Don’t stop now.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the chair before
pushing his jeans and boxers down his thighs.
Sliding his hands under her ass, he tugged her body closer to the edge
of the table and gently pushed his erection back into her warmth.
He moved with long, slow strokes...smiling as her hands grasped his
forearms. He allowed her to pull his
hands out from under her and lace their fingers together.
“Love you...” She moaned as he
leaned over her, pressing the backs of her hands against the table on either
side of her head. “God, I love you...”
“I love you too, Buffy.” He
whispered back as he increased his pace, pushing them both towards orgasm.
He wanted to take it slow...and he would have, had they’d been upstairs
in their bed. But, they weren’t. They were in the living room...on the table
that was supposed to be used for research.
She had said the door was locked, but the others had the uncanny ability
to open locked doors.
He felt his cock thicken within her as her inner walls tightened around
him. And as she called his name when she
came, he thanked whatever deity was listening for letting the real world leave
them alone for just a little while again and then allowed himself release...her
name leaving his lips on a cry of ecstasy.
And on the other side of the front door,
~ End