Title: Breaking
Point
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing:
Buffy/Giles
Timeline: S5’ish,
but pretty much AU.
Synopsis: Giles is
pushed to his limit.
Author’s Notes:
This is in response to a prompt from 4thderevko that she put up at allthejellies. So, first I have to thank her. Next…thanks to sniggs for allowing me to use the
prompt. Third…thanks to wyvernwolf once again for an excellent
beta job!
Giles rolled onto his
back and stared at the ceiling. The room
was dark, but he could easily visualize the pattern of the ceiling tiles…he’d
studied them enough in the past. He
turned his head and glanced at the young woman lying next to him. She was asleep, but not deeply. Even with her back to him, he was able to
tell.
He gave a sad sigh
and rubbed his hand over his face. Her
scent was still heavy on his skin and he felt the nearly uncontrollable urge to
burst into tears. He took a deep breath
and attempted to swallow the thick lump in his throat.
It had been nearly a
week since the last time he had made love to her properly. He glanced at the clock and shook his
head. It had been precisely six days,
thirteen hours, and twenty-six minutes.
If the clock had been equipped with a second hand, he would have been
able to narrow it down even further.
The first three
times, she had been understanding. They
had both blamed it on the stress of the current looming apocalypse. The fourth night, she started to get a little
worried but didn’t say anything. The fifth
night, she started asking questions for which he had no answers. A few hours earlier, silent tears ran down
her cheeks as he brought her to orgasm with his mouth and hands.
And now she slept,
her back to him with her face buried in the pillows. He rolled onto his side and ran his fingers
along her arm. She shivered at his touch
even in sleep. He exhaled slowly and
placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“I love you,
Buffy.” He whispered.
She opened her eyes
when she felt the bed shift as he climbed out.
Tears welled in her eyes again, but she couldn’t find the words to
speak. She listened to his footsteps as
he made his way down the stairs and then she rolled onto her back and stared at
the ceiling.
“I love you too,
Giles.” She whispered to the empty room.
* * *
Breakfast had been a
relatively quiet affair. He had offered
her an apology for the previous night and she nodded acceptance as she stared
at her half-eaten plate of food. He cleared
his throat softly and gestured at her plate with his fork.
“Have you…finished?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed when she
didn’t look up. He knew that her mind
was racing, just as his was. There was
something wrong, they both knew it. In
the ten months they had been together, he had never failed to have an erection. And now suddenly he seemed unable, no matter
what she did…and that worried him.
He wanted to ask her
what she was thinking. No, that was
wrong. He wanted to fall to his knees
and beg her to talk to him about her concerns.
Instead, he took a deep breath and reached for her plate.
“I’ll, uh…just clear
the dishes.”
That was when she
finally looked up, tears shining brightly in her hazel eyes. “Is it me?”
He dropped the plate
from his hand, the silverware clattering onto the table as the sadness in her
whispered question tore at his heart. He
shook his head, pushing himself from his chair and kneeling on the floor next
to her.
“No. God, no.” He reached up and brushed a tear from her
cheek with his thumb.
“You still love me?”
He fought back his own
tears as his throat constricted painfully.
“Oh, Buffy…I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but please…know
that it is not you.”
She swallowed and
averted her eyes. “You were hard
yesterday morning.”
“What?”
She glanced at his
eyes, then stared at her hands. “When I
woke up…you were hard. Like…really
hard. But, as soon as I touched you…”
“Buffy?” His whisper an invitation for her to
continue.
“As soon as I touched
you, it…fell…kinda like that demon last week when you beheaded it.”
Giles furrowed his
brow. “That is a fairly disturbing
image…”
She shrugged a
shoulder. “It was pretty much
instant. I touched you…and it was
gone. Like you couldn’t stand the
thought of me touching you…even when you were asleep.”
He placed his hand on
the side of her face, gently moving her face until she was looking at him
again. “I still feel everything, Buffy.”
“What do you mean?”
He took her hand and
held it against his chest. “Do you feel
that?”
When she nodded, he
continued. “All I have to do is look at
you and I want you. My heart races, my
fingers ache to touch you. I can feel my
desire for you building now. God, I want
you…desperately. But, for some reason,
my desire isn’t manifesting in a physical manner.”
She stared at the
hand pressed against his chest. His
heart pounded under her palm. She
glanced up and noticed that his eyes had darkened slightly. Another sign of his passion for her.
“Giles?”
“I love you,
Buffy. And, Christ…I want you so much.”
She lowered her gaze
to his groin, biting her lip when she noticed the distinct lack of a hard bulge
under his jeans. “It’s not me?”
He cradled her face
in his hands and covered her mouth with his.
Her hand slid into his hair as his tongue swept into her mouth. She groaned and returned his kiss with equal
passion, sliding her tongue along his and scratching her nails against his
scalp.
Suddenly, he ended
the kiss and stood, a frustrated growl rumbling in his chest. His eyes were nearly black with passion as he
stared down at her. He shook his head as
a lone tear escaped the corner of one eye.
“I don’t know what’s
wrong with me.” His voice trembled with
the whisper.
Buffy stood quickly
and wrapped her arms around him.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Anya took a step back
as Giles glared at her. As Giles took a
step towards her, Xander stood up and took a step towards his girlfriend. Buffy’s eyes widened as she grabbed Giles’
arm.
“Giles!”
Giles stopped, but
continued glaring at Anya. “My sex life
is absolutely none of your bloody business, Anya.”
Anya stared back at
him. “God, just take her to the training
room and let her give you an orgasm!”
“Anya…” Xander started, only to be interrupted by
Giles.
“If it were that
fucking easy, I’d – ” He stopped in
mid-sentence, his jaw clenching.
Xander’s eyes widened
as he looked at Giles. “You mean…you,
uh…can’t?”
The door to the Magic
Box swung open, the bell ringing cheerfully as
Giles cleared his
throat, the skin above his collar reddening as he shook loose of Buffy’s grip
and stormed towards the training room.
Buffy exhaled
deeply. “Great. Good job…both of you.”
Anya crossed her arms
over her chest. “Well, it’s not my
fault. I just said that he was cranky,
like Xander gets if he goes too long without sex.”
“Um, guys? What’s going on?”
Anya waved her hand
in a vague gesture. “Giles hasn’t had
sex, so he’s cranky. And apparently,
he’s impotent.”
Xander’s mouth
dropped open in shock. “Anya!”
Buffy swallowed and
glanced at the door to the training room.
“Look, it really isn’t any of your business. This is really hard on him.”
When Anya snorted,
Buffy glared at her. “Don’t go there,
Anya.”
“Ooh, I know! He could eat the heart of a male
partridge.” Xander blushed heavily as
everyone turned to stare at him. He
shrugged a shoulder and smiled. “Um…it’s
what the ancient Babylonians did to cure impotence.”
“I, uh…read it. One time…looking for something to, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck
nervously. “Not sure why it was under
‘performance enhancers’, but it was.
Um…any male partridge hearts lying around here?”
“No.”
“Oh. Um…forget I said it then.” Xander finished quickly, ducking his head in
embarrassment.
“No, I mean…this
isn’t a medical issue for him.”
Everyone turned to
look at Tara, who was shaking her head and still staring at the door.
“Um…he’s…there’s…”
Tara looked at
“Someone cast a spell
on him to make him impotent?” Xander
asked in a bewildered tone.
Buffy regarded
“His aura. It’s different. I noticed it the other day, but I thought he
was just having a bad day.”
Buffy tilted her head
slightly. “Different, how?”
“Normally, it’s…it’s
green. It’s been darkening for a few
days now. It’s kind of…brown now. With…sparkles.”
“Sparkles?”
Buffy's eyes widened
before she turned and ran towards the training room, leaving the others looking
after her. With a last concerned glance towards the door of the training room,
A disturbed look on
his face, Xander sat down on the edge of the table and ran his hand through his
hair.
“That’s a pretty
shitty thing to do to someone.” He
muttered to himself as he watched Buffy run into the training room, closing the
door behind her.
* * *
Giles threw the knife
at the target across the room and picked up another one. Buffy tilted her head as the knife hit the
dummy square in the chest.
“Good aim. Figured it would be, considering how well you
taught me.”
Giles lowered his
head, dropping the knife in his hand to the ground. “Buffy…”
She made her way to
him and placed her hand on his back.
“Listen, there’s something you need to know.”
He swallowed and
turned to look at her. “If you’ve come
to tell me that I overreacted a few minutes ago, I’m well aware I did.”
“No. Well, yeah…you kinda did. But, that’s not what I need to tell
you.” She lifted her hand and gently
stroked his cheek. “
“
“She and Will kinda
caught the final scene. She, uh…she said
your aura is different. All brown and
sparkly.”
“Brown and sparkly?”
Buffy nodded and ran
her fingers down his arm. “Yeah, but not
‘sparkly’ sparkly. More like, well,
there are – ”
“Voids?” Giles finished for her.
Buffy’s eyes narrowed
slightly. “Yeah, how did you know?”
Giles clenched his hand
into a fist. “Ethan.”
“What? Ethan?
No…he’s in lockdown.”
Giles shook his
head. “Brown with voids. That’s Ethan’s signature.”
“Maybe someone
copying his signature? Kinda like a
forgery?”
Giles paced back and
forth across the room. “No. It’s impossible to forge a magick
signature.” He stopped and stared at
her. “Ethan’s back in Sunnydale.”
* * *
Giles leaned over
“Stop.” He pointed at a name on the screen. “That’s him.”
Giles nodded, feeling
his anger grow. “Greg was a friend of
ours. That’s Ethan.”
Buffy took hold of
his hand and squeezed his fingers lightly.
“Are you sure? ‘Cause I’d really
hate to go over there and break the door down to find some innocent guy – ”
Giles turned slowly
and looked into her eyes. “I’m sure.”
“Okay.” Buffy glanced around the room at their
friends. “Let’s go.”
Xander picked up a baseball
bat and twirled it clumsily, Anya rolling her eyes at him as she watched.
* * *
They were all
standing in the hallway of one of the more rundown motels in Sunnydale as Giles
took a deep breath while staring at the door in front of him. Buffy shot him a
quick look before she cleared her throat and spoke softly.
“Xander, Anya…you’re
at that end of the hall.
“Just make sure he’s
conscious.” Giles added, still staring
at the door. “I’d like to have the
pleasure of beating him into unconsciousness myself.”
Buffy glanced at
Giles as she gestured for their friends to take their places. “Giles?”
Giles grit his teeth
and then relaxed slightly as he looked down at her. “If his goal was to have me frustrated to the
point of violence…he’s succeeded.”
As he took a step
forward, she grabbed his arm and turned him to face her. “Hey, don’t do anything stupid.”
He gave her a
slightly dangerous grin. She shook her
head quickly and brushed her fingertips through his hair.
“By ‘stupid’, I
mean…don’t do anything that’ll make me lose you.”
His grin faded as he
leaned into her touch. “Let’s see what
we can do about this spell, yes?”
“Yeah…”
She followed him to
the door and grasped the doorknob tightly.
On the count of three, she twisted it and broke the lock. Giles kicked the door open and they rushed
in.
Ethan Rayne had been
sitting on the bed, a bottle of beer in his hand as he watched the television
screen. When the door burst open, he
threw the bottle to the side and scrambled off the bed.
He grinned as he
stared at Giles. “Ripper. Good to see you.”
Buffy glanced at the
screen and rolled her eyes at the pornographic images. “Good to see you’re making the best of
pay-per-view.”
Ethan chuckled and
licked his lips. “Care to re-enact some
of the scenes with me, pet?”
Giles rushed forward,
wrapping his hand around Ethan’s throat and shoving him against the wall. “Release it, Ethan.”
Ethan didn’t
struggle, his grin playing at his lips as he stared into Giles’ eyes. “Been having a hard time lately,
Ripper?” He glanced down and then
shrugged a shoulder. “Well, not
literally, I mean.”
“Giles…”
Hearing Buffy’s
warning tone, Giles loosened his grip and took a step back. Ethan coughed and then laughed.
“Ripper on a
lead…never would’ve believed it.”
“What are you playing
at, Ethan?” Giles growled, his anger
barely contained.
“Just having a bit of
fun, mate.” He brushed the front of
shirt in an attempt to smooth the wrinkled material. “Look at you…all frustrated and angry.”
Ethan turned his eyes
to Buffy and smiled. “Always did get
pretty cranky when he couldn’t find someone to fuck.”
“You’re a pig,
Ethan.”
Ethan gave her a
sloppy grin. “Yeah, but at least I can
get it up.”
Giles grabbed him and
slammed him back against the wall, pressing his forearm against his chest to
hold him in place. “Release the spell or
I’ll fucking break your neck right now.”
“Well, that’d be a
bit counter-productive, don’t you think?
If you kill me, I can’t tell you how to break the spell.” He licked his lips and stared into Giles’
eyes. “And how long would it be before
Ripper went on a rampage then?”
“Fuck you!”
Ethan’s eyes flickered
in the cheap light of the motel room.
“Gladly…if you can get it up for me.”
As Giles drew back
his fist, Buffy grabbed him and jerked him a few steps back. “Remember the whole ‘don’t do anything
stupid’ thing I mentioned earlier?
Well…this is exactly what I was talking about.”
Giles growled in
frustration, but stayed where he was.
Buffy turned to Ethan and glared at him.
“Get rid of the
spell, Ethan.”
Ethan chuckled. “Can’t.
Only Ripper can.”
Giles furrowed his
brow. “What do you mean?”
Ethan waved his hand
as he sat down on the bed. “That’s the
best part of this spell. You can’t get
hard, so you can’t have sex. But, the only
way to break the spell is for you to come.”
His eyes darted towards Buffy and then back to Giles. “And she’s the only one who can help you
break it. Your Slayer makes you come,
the spell’s broken. Until then…you’re
pretty much fucked.”
Ethan's reply had
Giles clenching his fists, his muscles trembling in anger. Buffy took a step forward and grabbed the front
of Ethan’s shirt.
“And how the hell am
I supposed to do that when one of the side effects of your spell is – ”
“He gets hard, but
goes flaccid when you touch him? Not
really a side effect, love. That’s part
of it.” His eyes darted to her breasts. “You seem to be an imaginative girl…I’m sure
you’ll come up with something. Maybe
watching another man fuck you will give him some inspiration?”
Buffy groaned in
exasperation and flung Ethan against the headboard, causing him to let out a
grunt of pain. Giles glanced at the
television screen and swallowed as he watched the images of two women and two
men writhing together on a bed. Ethan
grinned as he watched his one-time friend.
“Feel something
stirring, Rip?”
Giles snapped his
head towards Ethan. “I should’ve let
them kill you years ago.”
Buffy looked at
Giles, taking a hesitant step towards him when she noticed the slight bulge in
his jeans. A smirk on his face as he
watched them, Ethan clucked his tongue.
“Now, now. You touch him, you know what’ll happen.”
Buffy stopped, her
shoulders slumping. Giles’ mind raced, a
thought occurred to him and he grinned.
Seeing the grin, Buffy furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Giles?”
Giles walked
backwards out the door and into the hall, gesturing to the others without
taking his eyes off of Buffy. They ran
to him quickly, flanking the doorway.
“What’s up?” Xander asked, looking inside the room to make
sure Ethan was still alive.
“The four of you stay
with him. Do not let him leave. Should he attempt to escape, detain him in
any way you can.” He gave each of the
four a quick glance. “So long as you
don’t kill him.”
“Okay…” Xander responded uncertainly.
Giles nodded
slowly. “Good. Get in there and get to work.” He met Buffy’s eyes and smiled softly. “Buffy…come with me.”
As the other four
filed into the room, Buffy made her way out. Glancing at the television, Anya
smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve seen this
one. It’s pretty good.”
As Buffy reached out to touch Giles, he backed
away and shook his head.
“No…don’t touch
me. Just…follow me.”
Buffy nodded and
closed the splintered door as best she could.
He backed across the hall and knocked on the door, his eyes locked with
Buffy’s. When no one answered, he
stepped to the side.
“Care to open the
door for me?”
Buffy studied him for
a second and then grabbed the doorknob, easily breaking the lock and pushing
the door open. Giles smiled, his eyes
dark with lust as he followed her into the empty room.
“Giles…what are we
doing?”
He unbuttoned his
shirt as he kicked his shoes off. “First…we’re
getting undressed. And then…you’re going
to make me come.”
Buffy shook her head,
not understanding what Giles was thinking.
“How?”
Giles unbuttoned and
unzipped his jeans as he swallowed.
“Trust me. This might…it might
work.”
Buffy took a deep
breath and pulled her shirt over her head.
“If it doesn’t, can I kill him?”
Giles grinned and
raked his eyes over her as she quickly shed her clothes. “Possibly.”
After they had rid
themselves of their clothes, Buffy looked down at Giles’ erection and
automatically took a step in his direction.
She stopped when he whispered her name.
“Remember, you can’t
touch me.”
She sighed
heavily. “So, what’s the plan? We stand here and look at each other while
you jack off?”
“No. That won't work.
You have to make me come. The spell
won’t be broken if I do it myself…”
She sank onto the bed
and groaned in frustration. “How the
hell am I supposed to – ”
He sat down on the
bed with her, close enough to feel her heat and smell her arousal, but not
close enough to touch. “Talk to me.”
“What?”
“Talk to me,
Buffy. Make me come with your words.”
“Talking dirty to you
is going to break the spell?”
He shook his head
slowly, licking his lips as he moved further onto the bed. “No. Talking
dirty to me will make me come…which should, in theory, break the spell.”
“Oh.” Her eyes followed him as he lay down on the
bed. “And if it doesn’t?”
“Then we get dressed
and I go and beat the shit out of Ethan.”
She smiled at that
and shifted until she was lying next to him.
* * *
“God, do we really
have to watch this? I mean…there are
other channels available.”
Anya rolled her eyes
and looked at Xander. “You like
these. We watch these quite often.”
Xander blushed
heavily. “Yeah, but…not with other
people in the room.”
“Don’t mind me.” Ethan responded, his eyes following Willow
and Tara.
“Shut up,
Rayne.”
Ethan turned and
looked at Xander. “And just what will
you do if I don’t?”
Xander opened his mouth
and then closed it, unable to come up with something suitable that wouldn’t
cause Ethan to retaliate using magic.
Ethan chuckled and laced his hands behind his head as he leaned against
the headboard.
* * *
Buffy licked her lips
and glanced down at Giles’ erection. “Is
this really going to work? I mean…can
you come without touching it?”
“It’s been known to
happen.” He answered vaguely as he
smiled at her. His eyes roamed over her
nude body.
“Um, what do you want
me to say?” She asked nervously, her
body shifting under his gaze.
He met her eyes,
fighting the urge to pull her into his arms.
“We’ve done this before, Buffy.”
“Yeah, but…not like
this. I mean, it wasn’t…” She sighed heavily. “We do this while we’re making love…not while
we’re lying next to each other and not able to touch.”
He smiled in
understanding. “I’d love to be able to
pull your clitoris into my mouth right now.”
“Oh…”
His fingers twitched
against the sheet. “I’d suck it slowly
as I pushed a finger into you. Then I’d
add a second finger, thrust slowly…so slowly until you begged me for more.”
He sighed softly as
he watched the flush of arousal pinken her skin.
“I’d give anything to
be able to run my tongue over your chest right now.” She whispered as her eyes darted to his
chest.
His fingers twisted
in the sheets, aching to touch her…or himself,
as he shifted his body uncomfortably.
With a sharp inhale, he nodded. “That’s
it…keep going.”
“I never knew that a
man’s nipples could be as sensitive as a woman’s…until the first time I licked
yours.” She looked back into his eyes
and smiled as her hand brushed over her left breast. “Or is that just you?”
He gave her a
lopsided smile, his eyes following the movement of her hand. “I’ve never licked another man’s nipples
before, so I’m not the person to give you a definite answer. I do know that I love it when you suck and
lick mine.”
“I love the taste of
me in your mouth.” She whispered as her
fingers rolled her erect nipple.
He was barely able to
stop himself from grasping his erection.
Feeling his heart pound in his chest, he decided to try to focus on her
words. He raised an eyebrow at the
sudden change of topic. “Mm.”
“And I guess you’re
wondering how I got from licking your nipples to tasting me in your
mouth…” Her hand moved to her right
breast, her nipple already hard and waiting.
He chuckled softly
and shifted again, curling his left arm under his head as a pillow as his right
hand moved closer to her body. “It did
seem to be a sudden detour…”
She smiled, shaking
her head as she glanced down at his approaching fingers. They stopped their forward motion and dug
into mattress.
She licked her lips
and ran her hand down to her thigh.
“Yeah, but see…in my head it made sense.”
“Tell me…” He whispered as he watched her fingers brush
over the soft curls covering her mound.
“Well, I was thinking
about climbing onto your chest and rubbing my clit against your hard nipple
until I come.” She smiled as he gave a
soft groan. “I’d come all over your
chest…and then lick you clean. Because…I
wonder if it tastes differently if it’s on your skin instead of on your
tongue.”
“Buffy…”
She glanced down at
his erection and noticed the drop of thick fluid gathering at the tip. “God, I want to taste you again.” His erection twitched lightly and she gazed
into his eyes. “Have I ever told you
what it’s like when you come in my mouth?”
He shook his head
slowly, his eyes glazing and his fingers trembling violently against the
mattress. Buffy noticed that the tremble
wasn’t contained to his fingers. His
entire body was shaking with desire.
“It gets so hot and
hard. I can feel it throb against my
tongue, the skin's so smooth. And then
it gets thicker…and even harder. And
then you’ll call my name and I can feel the come rushing through it. The first taste is a little salty…and then
the sweetness hits. Not sugary sweet,
but…a little fruity sweet.”
He inhaled shakily,
eyes nearly black with lust as she continued.
“And there’s always
so much. God, the first time I thought I
was going to drown before I could swallow it all. The heat rushes down my throat and into my
stomach…and then I come. You’re the only
man who’s been able to make me come by giving him a blow job.”
He swallowed, growling
softly as he watched her fingers slide through her curls. “Touch yourself, Buffy. I can smell your arousal from here…you need
to come…”
“So do you…” She slipped her fingers through her wet folds
and sighed. “I had a dream the other
night…”
“Mm? What was it about?” He asked in a gruff tone, his mouth nearly
watering at the thought of touching…or tasting…her.
“It was such a hot
day…we were…” She whimpered softly as
she pushed a finger into her slick channel.
“God…”
“Don’t stop,
Buffy.” He whispered urgently, his
breath coming in heavy pants.
“The…air conditioner
was broken. We were both hot and
sweaty…” She looked into his eyes,
moving her other hand to fondle one of her breasts. “And sticky…we had taken off most of our
clothes. Didn’t do much for the heat
factor though…”
His hips jerked and
he fought the urge to roll onto his stomach and grind his erection against the
mattress for relief.
“The next thing I
knew…you had me bent over the arm of the couch…” Her eyes glazed as she rubbed her thumb over
her aching clit.
“Christ…” He pushed himself up slightly, his left hand
gripping the pillow as he watched her pull her glistening fingers from her
core. “More, Buffy…”
She trailed her
fingers back up her body, leaving a wet, gleaming trail in their wake. “You were fucking me so hard, telling me how
hot and tight I was and how you wanted to fill me with your come. And then you did…you came so deep inside of
me and I came so hard all over you.”
“God, Buffy…I can
feel it…”
He leaned over her,
careful not to touch her, and inhaled her scent. When she began to writhe he moved away,
fearing she might bump into him. Or
worse…he’d forget and lower his head to lick her juices from her skin.
“You held me where I
was and knelt behind me. And you fucked
me with your tongue, licking your come out of me. After I came again, you pulled me up and laid
me across the dining room table. And you
fucked me again, just as hard as before.
And your kisses…God, your kisses…I could taste your come in your
mouth…Jesus…”
Giles’ eyes widened
as he watched Buffy plunge her fingers back into her depths, her hand reaching
for him as her orgasm washed over her.
“God, Giles! Fuck me…”
She groaned as her fluids leaked out from around her thrusting fingers.
Through her orgasmic
haze, she heard him groan her name. Her
eyes snapped open as she felt something warm splatter against her stomach. She looked down just as the second spurt
gushed from his cock.
“God, yes…Buffy!”
“Touch you…I want to touch
you…” She panted.
Without a second
thought, he grabbed her and pulled her against his body. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and
rolled her onto her back. He felt,
rather than heard, her moan as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips.
She tore her mouth
from his, groaning his name as he pushed his hips against her. When he felt his cock start to harden again,
he grinned.
“Buffy…”
She met his eyes and
smiled.
* * *
Ethan sighed heavily
and Xander turned to look at him.
“What’s your
problem?”
“Spell’s been
lifted.” Ethan muttered miserably.
Anya smiled
brightly. “Giles had an orgasm? Great!
Maybe he’ll be nice again.
Because he’s been – ”
Xander covered her
mouth with his hand and shook his head.
Ethan took another swig of his beer and looked back at the television.
He smiled as he
caught Willow’s eye and gestured towards the screen with the neck of the
bottle. “You and your girl might like
this part.”
* * *
Giles had brought Buffy
to orgasm twice in quick succession before he slowed his thrusts and kissed her
warmly. Her hands roamed over his back,
feeling the muscles bunch and release with his movements.
“I love you,
Buffy.” He whispered as he trailed his
kisses down the side of her neck.
“Oh, God…I love you
too…love you so much.”
He smiled against her
skin. He’d allow himself release with
her next climax. And then they’d get
dressed and go back to Ethan’s room. He’d
take care of that problem quickly…he wouldn’t kill him, of that he was
sure. As troublesome as Ethan was, Giles
didn’t have it in him to actually kill the man.
But, he’d threaten
him. And he would enjoy it.
Afterwards, he’d take
Buffy home and make love with her for the rest of the night.
He smiled as he felt
her inner muscles quiver around him.
* * *
An hour later, Giles
opened the door to Ethan’s motel room.
As they stepped inside, his mouth dropped open before he quickly averted
his eyes. Next to him, Buffy stood in
shock, gaping at the scene in front of them.
As far as they could
tell, it was a different adult movie on the screen, not that anyone was
watching it. Willow and Tara were on the
bed, Willow on top of her girlfriend…her head towards Tara’s feet. Certain anatomical parts were obscured, but
it was obvious what they were doing. Meanwhile, Xander and Anya were on the
floor on the opposite side of the room, in much the same position only Anya’s
head was bobbing up and down.
Their soft moans and
groans were drowned out by the woman on the movie screaming at her partner to
fuck her harder. Buffy's eyes were huge
as she shook her head and looked up at Giles.
“Um…where’s Ethan?”
Giles looked up and
quickly surveyed the room, trying his hardest not to allow his gaze to linger
on the two women writhing on the bed. He
saw a piece of paper on the bedside table being held in place by an empty beer
bottle.
Buffy followed him,
grimacing when she heard Willow exclaim that she was close. Giles cleared his throat and picked up the
note, cursing softly as he read the words.
Congratulations on
breaking the spell. You should really
teach your witches the fundamentals of concentration. Though, I must admit…a good movie tends to
break mine at times.
Be seeing you.
—E
Buffy shook her head
in disgust. “Great. Now what do we do?”
Giles lowered the
paper and looked around the room. The
scent of sex hung heavy in the air. He
swallowed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Nothing we can do
about Ethan right now. I vote for us
going home.”
She gestured vaguely
behind her. “What about them?”
He glanced around and
smiled softly. “We close the door on our
way out.”
Buffy returned his
smile and picked up the pen from the nightstand. She scribbled a quick note to their friends
and dropped it on top of a pile of clothes that looked like
When she noticed him
glance back at
He looked into her
eyes as he closed the door behind them.
“I wasn’t watching. I was
thinking of what a wonderful position that is.
And how I plan on having you in that exact position once we get home.”
“Oh.” She smiled as he wrapped his arm around her
shoulders. “Then I suppose we should go
home…”
Giles chuckled softly
and led her down the hall.
* * *
Ethan grinned from
his hiding spot behind a row of bushes and watched as Giles opened the BMW’s passenger
door for Buffy. His grin widened as
Giles adjusted his cock in his jeans as he walked around to the driver’s side.
“That’s my boy.”
He waited until he
could no longer see the car’s taillights before he stood up. He whistled as he walked down the street,
wondering if
~ End