Title: Rainy Day
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Completely AU, but in my mind it’s around S5.
Synopsis: Buffy needs Giles’ culinary expertise.
Author’s
Note: This is in response to a bunny
given to me by 4thderevko (thank you!).
And thanks again to wyvernwolf! Now, this fic was inspired by Rainy Day by
Coldplay. Lyrics and the song can be
found here,
if you’re curious.
Giles opened the
front door of his apartment and smiled as he leaned against the doorframe. “You knocked?”
Buffy flipped her wet
hair back from her face and shifted the bags in her arms. “Couldn’t reach the doorknob. You gonna let me in or are you gonna make me
stand out here in the rain?”
Giles glanced at the
grey sky, chuckling as he looked back down at her. Reaching out, he took one of the bags from
her and stepped to the side, giving her just enough room between the doorjamb
and his body to squeeze into the apartment.
He did his best to
ignore the sensation of her hip brushing against him. Clearing his throat, he closed the door and
followed her through the apartment as she made a determined path to his
kitchen.
“Not that I’m not
glad to see you…and I do enjoy your company…but, what is all this?” He asked as he placed the bag he was carrying
onto the counter.
“Well…these are
groceries.” She stated, shrugging out of
her wet leather jacket.
“Yes, I can see
that.” He responded, peering into the
bag and furrowing his brow. “However,
I’m not sure why you would bring groceries to my home. I just did my weekly shopping yesterday…”
“They’re not for you.” Buffy huffed and looked up at him, running
her fingers through her wet hair. “Well,
not really…they kinda are, but they’re mine…”
Giles stopped digging
around in the bag and met her eyes.
“Perhaps you should continue with your explanation?”
She sighed and leaned
against the counter, gesturing to the bags.
“These are the ingredients for a dinner that I have no idea how to
cook.”
He arched an eyebrow
at her. “If you don’t know how to cook
it, how do you know you have all of the correct ingredients?”
She stared at him and
then rolled her eyes. “I do know how to
read a recipe, Giles.”
His eyes twinkled
with amusement. “And do recipes not come
with cooking instructions these days?”
Buffy tilted her head
and smiled softly. “I was kind of hoping
you’d help me.”
“Help you?” Giles questioned, crossing his arms over his
chest. “Help you how? By cooking the dinner for you?”
“No…it’s written in
English…that’s what I need your help with.”
Giles stared at her
in confusion. “You need help reading English?”
“Oh!” Buffy blushed as she clarified her
problem. “No, see…it’s written in
British English…and apparently you guys have different ways of cooking things
than we do. And it’s confusing. So, I figured since you’re English and this
is an English recipe…you could translate it for me.”
His confusion faded
as he tried very hard not to laugh. She
rolled her eyes again and waved her hand at him.
“Oh, go
ahead…laugh. It’s not as if you never
get a good laugh at my expense anyway.”
Giles chuckled and
shook his head as he began unpacking the bag he had carried in. “I was laughing more at myself than you this
time, love.”
Her eyes widened at
his use of the endearment, but before she could say anything, he had asked
another question. Problem was…she wasn’t
sure what he’d asked.
“Huh?”
He looked up over the
rims of his glasses, a small bag of flour in his hand. “I asked what you’re cooking.”
“Oh…” She dug her hand into the front pocket of her
jeans and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to him with a smile. “This.”
He furrowed his brow
as he read the menu list. “Buffy, you
don’t need my help with this. This is a
very simple fish dish…”
“Yeah…fish I can
do.” She leaned over and pointed towards
the bottom of the page. “That’s what I need
help with.”
“Spiced apple and
pecan crumble…sounds nice.”
Buffy nodded in
agreement. “Yeah, but…what the hell is
‘gas mark 6’?”
Giles chuckled and
gave her a wink. Buffy smiled and
lowered her eyes, hopefully before he could see her true feelings in them. They’d been flirting for a while now…harmless
flirting that no one else really paid all that much attention to. But within the past ten minutes he’d called
her ‘love’ and winked at her.
And that set her mind
reeling. She knew how she felt,
and had assumed that his feelings were different, considering he had done
nothing to make her think otherwise. She
had decided, after much deliberation, that there was no way he could feel the
same about her as she felt for him. She
was trying very hard to let her romantic notions go, but found it very
hard…especially when he smiled at her, or when he rested his hand on her
shoulder, or when he gave a soft laugh, or…hell, all he had to do was breathe.
Buffy took a deep
breath and buried her emotions deep inside.
And then she raised her head and met his eyes…and smiled back at him.
* * *
Buffy watched as
Giles used a fork to mix the flour, cinnamon, and sugar into the butter. She narrowed her eyes as she leaned against
the counter.
“Wouldn’t that be
easier with a food processor or something?”
Giles chuckled,
shaking his head as he continued mixing.
“Of course it would.”
“So?” She prompted, looking up at him.
“Using a food
processor would take all of the fun out of it.”
He lifted his eyes and smiled warmly.
“Of course, there’s also the issue of me not actually having a food processor.”
Buffy rolled her eyes
as she pushed off the counter and picked up an apple. “Quarters?”
“Hm?”
“Do you want the
apples cut into quarters?” She asked as she
picked up a knife and started peeling the apple in her hand.
Giles thought for a
moment and then shook his head.
“Eighths. And then maybe…give the
pecans a rough chop?”
She smiled and placed
the apple on the cutting board, neatly slicing it in half. “Sure thing.
You know…I really missed you.”
Giles’ brow
furrowed. “Missed me? I haven’t gone anywhere in…ages.”
“Yeah, I know.” Buffy sighed and deftly cored the fruit. “You were here, I was here…but we…weren’t
here together. And yet…you still invite
me over. What gives?”
He added another
pinch of cinnamon to the mixing bowl and shrugged a shoulder. “It’s brighter when you come over.”
Buffy barked out a
laugh and gestured towards the window.
“Yeah…brighter as in dark grey skies and pouring rain?”
“Grey skies
accentuate the natural hues of gold and green…if you look carefully. Rainy days are something to be
cherished.” He replied matter-of-factly. “Besides, I wasn’t exactly talking about it
being brighter outside when you come over.”
“Huh?” She asked, turning to look at him, confusing
shining brightly in her eyes.
He cleared his throat
and placed the bowl on the counter before looking into her eyes. “There could be the worst storm of the
century happening out there. Hail,
raindrops the size of kittens, bolts of lightning exploding the trees along the
streets…and the sun would still light up this house…if you were here. And I do love it when you come over.”
When Buffy was
rendered speechless, Giles smiled nervously and glanced at the bowl of crumble
mixture. “I, uh…there may be too much
cinnamon in that…”
Buffy followed his
eyes and took a step forward, reaching into the bowl and pulling out a small
amount of the crumble. She tasted it and
nodded appreciatively as she plucked out another small clump and held it up to
his lips.
“No, it’s good…see?”
Before he could stop
himself, his lips pulled the mixture from her fingers…his tongue lightly
grazing her fingertips as he did. She
shuddered at the contact and slowly dropped her hand, swallowing thickly as
their eyes met.
“I, uh…”
The cinnamon was
strong on his tongue, but she was right…it was good. His brow creased as a thought occurred to
him.
“Who is all of this
for, Buffy?”
“Huh? What?”
Buffy’s eyes widened as she tore her gaze from his moist lips. “Huh?”
“This…the dinner, the
dessert…who is it for?”
A rumble of thunder
rattled the windows and she turned, ready to bolt out of the kitchen. He grabbed her arm, stopping her escape.
“Please, Buffy…tell
me.”
“Why?” She asked softly, lowering her eyes but not
pulling from his grasp. “So you can
laugh at me?”
His heart pounded in
his chest, for a reason that he tried to deny, and he swallowed
reflexively. “No…no, I wouldn’t laugh,
Buffy. I…”
She bit her lip as he
trailed off, but kept her eyes lowered.
“Why do you want to know?”
He hesitated in his
answer, and then decided to throw caution to the wind. Where was caution getting him anyway?
“Because I’d like to
know with whom I am in competition.”
Buffy slowly raised
her head as his words sank into her brain.
“What?”
He lowered his hand
from her arm and took a deep breath.
“Surely you could see where this has been heading for the last few
months.”
“Giles…”
“I mean, I know that
I’m not the most open person when it comes to my emotions…” He gave her a soft, nervous smile before he
continued. “But…I thought I was fairly
obvious about where I wanted our relationship to go.”
“Obvious?” She shook her head and moved out of the
kitchen, heading towards the living room.
“What have you been obvious about?”
He followed her,
tilting his head when she flopped onto the couch. He started to say something and then shook
his head, carefully making his way to the couch and sitting down next to her.
“I…I’ve been waiting,
Buffy. God, so patiently I’ve been
waiting.” When she didn’t say anything,
he sighed and looked into her eyes. “You’re
going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I am.” She whispered in response. “Because if I make the wrong jump, I – ”
He cut her off with a
kiss, covering her mouth with his as he lifted his right hand to cradle her
cheek. When he realized that she wasn’t
kissing him back, he started to pull away.
His movement broke through her shock and surprise.
Grabbing the front of
his shirt to stop him, she pulled him back and thrust her tongue into his
mouth. She relished the taste of buttery
cinnamon on his tongue…his soft, warm tongue that made no hesitation in sliding
against hers.
Her fingers
tightened, grasping the cotton material and pulling upwards. She untucked his shirt as he pulled at the
buttons, not willing to break the kiss as she pushed the shirt over his
shoulders as it opened. When his hands
slipped underneath her shirt, his fingers caressing her skin, she pulled from
the kiss and groaned his name.
He smiled as his
thumb rubbed small circles against her stomach.
“Yes?”
She opened her
darkened eyes and glanced down, whimpering softly as she ran her trembling
fingers over the prominent bulge in his jeans.
“Oh God, please don’t tell me that we have to stop…”
His eyes glazed as
she pressed her palm against his erection.
“I want nothing more than to take you to my bed right now.”
Placing his hand over
hers and stopping her movement when she started to rub him, he shuddered. “But…if this is not what you want – ”
Her eyes flashed with
exasperation. “You did hear what I asked
you not to do, right?”
“Buffy…” He started, stopping suddenly when she
groaned in annoyance and pulled her shirt up and over her head, dropping it
unceremoniously to the ground. “Oh dear
Lord…”
She unclasped her bra
and let it fall as well, smiling as his eyes darkened another shade. “Giles?”
“Oh…oh dear
Lord…” He whispered in a gravelled
voice, his eyes drawn to her hardened nipples.
“You already said
that.” She whispered back, sliding her
hand up his thigh. “Normally that means
something apocalyptic is gonna happen. Is
that what it means this time?”
In lieu of an answer,
he stood up quickly and pulled her up with him.
She gasped as he picked her up and covered her mouth with his once
again. A groan rumbled in her chest as
he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she couldn’t help but feel his hard
cock against her.
With another groan,
he slid his hands to her hips…holding her tightly against him as he turned and
blindly made his way towards the stairs that led to his bedroom.
* * *
He didn’t break the
kiss…even as he climbed the stairs, lowered her onto the bed, and unbuttoned
her jeans. He did, however, reluctantly
end the kiss as he pulled the zipper down…choosing to look into her eyes as he
pushed her jeans and underwear down her legs.
He was looking for a sign to stop…just in case she changed her mind.
He smiled as the
clothing was tossed to the floor. Lust
filled his eyes as he gazed at her nude body.
“Christ, but you’re
lovely…”
Before she had a
chance to respond, he lowered his mouth to her chest. She gasped as lips caressed her nipples
briefly before gliding over her stomach.
He looked up at her as he settled himself between her thighs and smiled
warmly.
“Relax, Buffy.”
“I…”
“Ssh.” He murmured, lowering his mouth and placing a
soft kiss on her neatly trimmed mound.
“I’m not going to hurt you…I just…God, I want to taste you.”
“Giles…” She moaned, sliding her fingers into his hair
as his tongue gently traced her wet folds.
“Oh God…”
He looked up as her
fingers flexed in his hair, smiling inwardly as he watched her attempt to
maintain some semblance of control.
Determined to break through that control, he pulled her clitoris into
his mouth as he pushed his thumb into her.
Her body tensed as
her nails clawed at his scalp…but he didn’t stop. Instead, he increased his pace…sucking her
clit hard as he replaced his thumb with two fingers, curling them slightly to
find that slightly rough patch of flesh that he knew would make her scream.
He found it quickly
and relished the sounds of her heavy pants and requests for him not to
stop. When he felt her inner walls begin
to tighten around his fingers, he made the decision to stop. A decision that she loudly protested.
He smiled as he rid
himself of his remaining clothing and leaned over to kiss her. Her body was trembling with need as she
returned his kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she lifted her legs
over his hips in an attempt to draw his cock into her.
He chuckled softly as
he ended the kiss and shook his head.
Before she could question him, he leaned over and pulled the top drawer
of the bedside table open. He rummaged
blindly for a moment before grinning and pulling out a small foil packet.
Her eyes lit up and
she plucked the packet from his hand, ripping it open as she sat up
slightly. “Let me…”
He was in no position
to argue, moaning as she rolled the latex barrier over his throbbing
erection. She grinned as she laid back,
bending her knees and opening herself wider for him.
His eyes were drawn
to her pink and glistening flesh, her clit swollen and red. When he heard her whisper his name, he moved
forward and guided his cock to her. As
he easily slipped inside of her, he licked his lips and met her eyes again.
“Buffy…”
Her hands grasped at
his shoulders as he leaned over her, fully embedding himself within her. “God, don’t stop now…”
The rain pounded
against the windows as he began to move with slow thrusts. Her hands slid to his back, her nails digging
into his shoulderblades as she met each of his thrusts with her own.
Lowering his mouth to
her neck, he nibbled at her tender skin as his pace gradually increased. When her nails raked down his back, leaving
thin red lines in their wake, he bit down on her flesh, causing her to cry out
in pleasure.
“Giles! God, Giles!
Yes, oh…”
As much as he wanted
it to last, he knew that he was in danger of coming soon. It wasn’t that it had been a desperately long
time since he’d had sex…in fact, only three months earlier he had met a woman
at a bar across town and had taken her to an anonymous motel room.
But, it had been
years that he’d made love with a woman he loved as desperately as he loved
Buffy. And for that reason, he knew he
wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Buffy…” He groaned, the muscles in his back trembling
as he continued.
“Giles…so
close…God…come with me…”
At the urgent tone of
her voice, Giles momentarily lost his rhythm…but regained it quickly when he
felt her inner muscles ripple against his thrusting cock.
“Christ!”
Buffy’s hands slipped
down his sweaty back, coming to rest on the firm cheeks of his ass. He groaned as she squeezed them…and then
growled as she lightly slapped his left cheek.
He bucked his hips in response, eliciting a deep moan from Buffy.
“God yes…fuck me,
Giles…”
His cock twitched at
her words, and with a lustful grin he pushed himself up until he was kneeling
between her thighs and complied with her order.
His hips moved of their own accord, slamming against her furiously as he
pushed her closer to orgasm.
Moving his hands to
the backs of her knees, he held her legs up and widely spread. He looked down at their union, groaning as he
watched his cock, slick with her juices, slide in and out. He looked back up and noticed that she had
moved her hands to the headboard, wrapping her fingers around the spindles.
A sudden vision of
her wrists bound to the headboard entered his mind. In the vision, the scarf binding her ripped
as she thrashed beneath him, allowing her hands the freedom to hold him as he
thrust into her.
Suddenly, he threw
his head back and screamed her name as his orgasm crashed over him. She followed quickly, her hips bucking
uncontrollably as her fingers threatened to snap the spindles.
He dropped her legs
and slowly pulled out, rubbing the head over her quivering clit for a moment
before he carefully climbed from the bed to remove the condom. Returning to the bedroom after a few moments,
he slid into the bed next to her and smiled as she automatically reached for
him.
His heart still
pounded in his chest, and he imagined hers was as well…if the fact that she was
still trying to catch her breath was any indication.
“You.” She whispered, her trembling fingers lightly
stroking his chest.
He arched an eyebrow,
resting his hand on her bare hip. “I’m
sorry?”
“The dinner…it was
for you.”
His smile grew as he
leaned into her and kissed her softly.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but decided to wait until
they’d rested. So, instead, he pulled her
into his arms, sighing as she settled against him and closed her eyes.
He listened to the
rain and realized that the days that he had wanted his life to slow down were
for this. He just wanted to slow down
long enough to hold her…to kiss her…to love her. And they had…they had both slowed down…just
in time to find one another.
He smiled and kissed
her forehead before closing his eyes and allowing the rain to lull him into a
peaceful slumber as well.
~ End
Bunny is as follows:
Buffy asks Giles to teach her to cook...something. For
some reason...(author's choice). There has been some flirting and whatnot, but
no relationship or "relations" as yet. But by the end...
Elements: some foodstuff eaten out of Buffy's hand - since Giles is already
eating out of her hand, let's make it literal! Something rips. I don't care
what ;)