Title: Heart of the First
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Two months after Dreamer
Synopsis: Anya is seven months pregnant. Buffy and Giles find something else out about
Braden’s destiny.
“River Alexia
Harris.” Anya announced proudly.
Giles nodded as he
thought over the name. It was strange,
but then…it suited as well. And he had
to admit that River Harris flowed fairly well.
He nearly chuckled at the unintentional pun he had created in his
mind.
“Like River
Oz arched an eyebrow
at his wife. “Yeah, but…not so much a
wolf.”
At that, Giles did
chuckle.
Anya watched the
interaction between
“What’s wrong, Anya?”
“Nothing. Should something be wrong?” Anya replied quickly, perhaps a little too
quickly.
When the other four
occupants of the room merely looked at her, she sighed heavily and leaned back
against the cushions on the couch, her hands clasped over her swollen
abdomen. She regarded Buffy and
“Did you two have
problems with sex during the latter stages of pregnancy?”
Oz arched an eyebrow,
but remained silent. He cast a quick
glance to Giles, who was staring at Anya as his skin reddened. Buffy opened her mouth as if she were going
to say something and then closed it when
“Problems? What kind of problems?”
“Not having it.” Anya bit her lip as she lowered her eyes.
“Oh.”
Anya looked at Buffy
and sighed as Buffy nodded in agreement with
Giles shook his head
and spoke softly. “I highly doubt that,
Anya.”
When Anya met his
eyes, he offered her a warm smile and continued. “Each time Buffy was pregnant…well, I’d swear
that I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
To watch her body grow in relation to our child growing…it was the most
amazing thing I think I’d ever seen.”
Anya thought about
that for a moment, while Buffy smiled lovingly at her husband. Oz smiled and cleared his throat, wrapping
his arm around
“I’d have to agree
with that.”
Anya’s eyes glistened
lightly. “Maybe that’s because you were
watching your children grow.”
Buffy’s brow
furrowed. “Xander’s watching his
grow. You know that he loves River. And anyone can see how much he adores Rayna.”
“Yeah…but they’re not
his biological children. Maybe what you
guys are describing only happens when you’re the true father of the baby.”
“He is the
true father of your child, Anya.” Giles
responded quietly, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of her. “Perhaps you should discuss your concerns
with him. I know from experience that
it’s not always simple to know what’s going on in an expectant mother’s
mind. And…I’m rather certain that it
will be very clear once it’s discussed.”
“But, he – ”
Giles lifted his hand
to affectionately wipe away a tear from her cheek. “He loves you, Anya. As desperately as I love Buffy. Just talk to him.”
Anya sniffled and
inhaled deeply in an attempt to stop any more tears from falling. “Even though I’m as big as a Shirtek’h
demon?”
He chuckled and shook
his head as he dropped his hand. “You’re
nowhere near as large as a Shirtek’h.
You’re seven months pregnant…”
“I didn’t get this
big with Rayna.” Anya protested.
“Yes, you did.”
“What I mean
is…you’re not unusually big, Anya. Your
size is perfectly normal and you don’t look any different than you did when you
were pregnant with Rayna.”
Anya crossed her arms
protectively over her abdomen and sighed heavily. “Xander still wanted to have sex with me when
I was pregnant with Rayna.”
Buffy rolled her
eyes. “Okay, what Giles was trying to
say…in a completely cryptic, Gilesy way…was Xander probably still wants to have
sex with you, but your hormones are all out of whack. So, when he says something about it and then
you say no…well, that’s okay. But, when
you say yes…he’s a bit confused because he thinks maybe you’re saying yes
because you think that’s what he wants to hear instead of what you really
want.”
Everyone stared at
Buffy as she took a deep breath after she finished her rambling
explanation. She looked into the amused
eyes of her husband and shrugged a shoulder.
“Right?”
Giles nodded slowly,
his smile growing. “Precisely…just not
as blunt.”
“I like blunt. It makes more sense.” Anya stated, her eyes slightly brighter than
they were just moments earlier. “I think
I’m going to go find Xander. I mean…if
that’s okay?”
Giles laughed gently
and waved his hand towards the door. “Go
on. It’s not as if you’d get much work
done at any rate.”
Anya grinned as she
pushed herself up with some effort.
Glancing out the window, her grin faded somewhat when she saw that it
was raining and the sky darkening quickly as a storm approached.
Oz read her thoughts
easily and stood up, pulling
Her grin returned
quickly. “That’d be great. Thanks!
After River comes, I’m gonna try to talk him into buying another
car…again. We need two. Especially if he’s at work and I’m home with
the girls.”
“Probably not a bad
idea.”
Buffy shook her head
quickly. “Nope, I have lunch all planned
and ready to go.”
Giles raised an
eyebrow. “Do you now?”
She smiled as she met
his eyes. “I do. And it’s a surprise, so don’t even bother
trying to figure it out.”
With a hearty laugh,
Besides, she had to
admit that she was pretty hungry herself.
* * *
Lightning streaked
across the storm-blackened sky, drawing Giles’ eyes to the window of his
office. “The storm seems to
be…intensifying.”
“Mm-hm.” Buffy murmured, her fingers intent on their
task of unbuttoning his shirt. “But, we
like storms…remember?”
His eyes darkened as
he returned his gaze to her, just as her hands slipped under his now open
shirt. “How could I forget?”
The lights flickered
once, then twice before going out altogether.
Buffy glanced at the window when she heard a rumble of thunder.
“Wow…look at
that.” She whispered, her fingers
absently stroking his chest.
“Mm?” He mumbled as he carefully manuevered her
until she was straddling his hips. “What,
love?”
“Looks like a
mini-funnel cloud…” She inhaled sharply
as his hands slid up her thighs, under the hem of her skirt. “Right over the
“Mm…” His fingers toyed with the sides of her
skimpy satin underwear. “Bad
storm…thunder, lightning, driving rain…no power…”
She nearly laughed at
his groan when the generator kicked in, illuminating the office in light once
again. “Hold that thought.”
“What?”
Instead of answering
him, she pulled out of his hold and ran towards the light switch. He smiled as she flicked the switches,
sending the office back into darkness…the only light coming from the flashes of
lightning through the window.
She stopped suddenly
as she made her way back to the couch, her eyes roaming over his bare
chest. He watched her curiously for a
few seconds before whispering her name.
Her eyes darted to
his as she gently shook her head.
“Nothing’s wrong…it’s just…” She
gave a soft sigh as she slipped her hands under her skirt. She maintained eye contact as she slid the scrap
of satin down her legs and dropped it to the floor. “You look so…God, I want you, Giles.”
His fingers made
quick work of his belt, button, and zipper as he watched her walk back to
him. She licked her lips as he pulled
his erection free, grinning as she slid back onto his lap. His hands moved to her hips automatically, a
soft groan escaping his lips as his cock slipped through her wet folds.
“Jesus…”
Draping her arms over
his shoulders, she bent her head and kissed him soundly. She pulled away slowly and flicked her tongue
against his bottom lip. Her eyes
sparkled in the dim light as she scratched her nails against the back of his
neck.
“So…what you told
Anya today…”
“Mm?” He mumbled, his fingers tightening against
her skin as she gently rocked against him.
“Did you ever tell me
no because you thought that’s what I wanted to hear?”
He stared into her
eyes and shook his head, a wry smile forming on his lips. “I’m not that noble, Buffy.”
Her thumb rubbed over
the pale scar on his neck as she lifted her hips slightly. “Are you going to tell me ‘no’ now?”
“God, no…” He growled, pulling her back down and holding
his hips still as he entered her. “Fuck
me, Buffy…”
Neither of them
noticed the mini-funnel cloud becoming larger.
They didn’t even register that the room was nearly continuously bathed
in light from the lightning outside.
She had just begun to
move on top of him when a bolt of lightning struck the window of the office,
shattering the glass. In a purely
instinctual move, Giles wrapped his arms around his wife and turned her from
the window…shielding her body from the flying glass with his own body.
He barely felt the
glass cut through his shirt and into his flesh as they fell to the floor. He probably wouldn’t remember landing on the
floor. The force of the blast had
knocked them both unconscious before they’d landed on the soft moss green
colored carpet.
Small shards of glass
swirled around the room, caught up in the fierce wind blowing in through the
destroyed window. The glass dropped to
the ground suddenly as a shape took form within the swirling wind.
A being stepped forth
and looked down at the couple, sighing as he noticed the back of the man’s
shirt showing more red than the white of the material. He hadn’t meant for anyone to get hurt.
He knelt and pressed
two fingers against the side of Giles’ neck.
A smile of relief shone on the being’s face as he nodded to
himself. He could have Giles’ back
cleaned and dressed by the time he regained consciousness. And then the three of them could have a talk.
Giles opened his
eyes, immediately wincing at the sharp stinging sensation in his back.
“It’s just your flesh
healing. The sting will go away
soon.” A voice spoke softly.
Giles’ eyes snapped
back open to find the owner of the voice sitting on the chair, a steaming mug
of tea held in his hand. He moved
quickly, pulling Buffy into his arms as she began to rouse. Almost as an afterthought, he glanced down at
his trousers…surprised to find them zipped and buttoned. Even his belt had been rebuckled.
“I, uh…took the
liberty of redoing your fastenings.”
Giles narrowed his
eyes, intentionally not thinking about the fact that this stranger had
obviously touched him. “Who are
you? And…why are you here?”
“Giles?” Buffy groaned softly.
He looked down at her
quickly, gently stroking her hair.
“Buffy, are you alright?”
“Yeah…” She nodded, lifting her eyes to his. “What did you do to me?”
“What?” Giles whispered, concern showing in his eyes.
His concern started
to fade as she smiled. It faded even
more when she leaned up to give him a soft kiss before she whispered a reply to
him.
“It’s not often you
can knock me unconscious with an orgasm.”
She tensed in his arms
when she heard a chuckle that was distinctly not Giles’. Her head snapped towards the sound, her eyes
narrowing.
“What the hell – ”
The being held up a
hand and offered a gentle smile. “I’m
not here to cause havoc or to hurt anyone.
I’m here to talk about the Protector…”
He rushed to finish when he noticed both Buffy and Giles tense
dangerously. “I come as an ally to you
and your family. Your son will need help
to defend the world against demonic activity…and that help can only come from
his four siblings. The two of you are
required as well, of course. But, when
it comes down to that final battle…the two of you will be needed elsewhere and
– ”
“Four siblings?” Giles asked cautiously, carefully pushing
himself up from the floor and pulling Buffy up with him. “I think your information is somewhat
incorrect.”
The being gave
another friendly smile and shook his head.
“No, Mr. Giles. My information is
correct. I’ll explain in just a moment,
but first I should introduce myself.”
He stood and took two
large steps towards the couple, extending his hand. “My name is Lucian. I’ve been sent by The Powers That Be to
rectify a detail that has been overlooked.
It wasn’t overlooked intentionally, but it is a very important detail.”
Buffy looked at
Lucian’s hand and then up at Giles.
Lucian smiled, realizing that neither of them trusted him. He couldn’t really blame them.
He lowered his hand
and pulled an object from the inner pocket of his jacket. “I was told to give this to you should you
not trust what I’m saying. I sincerely
mean no harm here.”
Lucian dropped the
object into Giles’ palm. Buffy’s brow
furrowed when she recognized the look of shock on her husband’s face.
“Giles? What’s going on?”
Giles shook his head
in disbelief, clearing his throat as he turned the small toy car over in his
hand. “I…this is Ewan’s.”
“What?” Buffy asked, her eyes widening.
“There is a custom
within the Council of Watchers. When a
trainee is in his fourth year, he must surrender a personal object…something
that means a great deal to him…to be used as a sign of trust at some point in
the future. I…gave this. It was Ewan’s favourite. After he…died…I kept it, as a reminder.”
Buffy nodded slowly,
gesturing towards Lucian. “And he just gave
it back to you, which means…”
“He can be
trusted.” Giles replied softly, closing
his fingers around the small car.
Lucian sighed softly
and gestured to the couch. “Please…have
a seat.”
Buffy noticed how
gingerly Giles lowered himself to the couch.
“Are you okay?”
“His back will heal
quickly…with no further scarring. I
apologize for the shattered window. I
replaced it after I tended to his wounds…”
Giles nodded and
offered Buffy a smile. “It just stings a
bit. I’ll be fine.”
Lucian waited until
they were settled and then took a deep breath.
Seeing no benefit of easing his way into it, he simply began.
“You were destined to
have five children, not four. However,
the gap between your second and third was a bit longer than anticipated. Add to that the fact that…” He looked into Buffy’s eyes. “Your body changed a full year ahead of
schedule…”
“My body changed?”
“Menopause.” Giles offered softly, pulling her closer to
his side.
“Oh…”
Lucian chuckled
nervously. “I apologize, I’m not in the
habit of discussing the reproductive system of human women. The situation remains the same. You were to have five children. This fifth child…is as important as the older
four. Braden Giles will need all four of
his siblings to be successful in his venture.”
Giles narrowed his
eyes and blew out a quick breath. “Even
if we were able to have another child…”
“You can.” Lucian interrupted, leaning back in the chair
and crossing his left leg over his right.
“That is the reason I’m here.”
As Buffy and Giles
both stared blankly at him, Lucian cleared his throat. “You’ve both experienced the desire for
another child, have you not?”
The room was silent
for a few moments before a soft ‘yes’ was heard, spoken in unison by both of
them. Lucian’s smile returned.
“And that is because
you were supposed to have five. Is there
any reason why you waited so long between two and three?”
“Lucas and
Haddie.” Giles corrected. “We…had difficulties conceiving Haddie. And then there were personal issues…”
He trailed off when
Buffy placed her hand on his thigh in a comforting manner. She gently squeezed his leg, smiling up at
him as he met her eyes.
“The important thing
is…we worked everything out.” She turned
her attention back to Lucian. “But, when
Evan was getting ready to turn two…I felt this…I don’t even know how to explain
it. It was like I felt a loss…but, I
hadn’t lost anything.”
“That was nature’s
way of telling you that you weren’t finished.
Your body decided otherwise, however.”
Lucian explained. “I can restore
your reproductive system long enough for you to become pregnant…if that’s what
you’d like.”
Giles placed his hand
over Buffy’s and took a deep breath.
“Braden’s prophecy…would he be able to be successful if he has only three
siblings?”
Lucian bit his lip as
he thought hard for a moment.
“It would be a
terribly brutal fight and it would take much more cunning and concentration on
their parts.” He thought again and gave
a quick, nearly imperceptible nod. “But,
it is possible that he could succeed.”
Buffy looked up at
Giles curiously. “Giles?”
Giles licked his lips
and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to
have another child simply to throw him or her into battle. We aren’t breeding an army, Buffy. I want to have another child because I love
you…and I think our family would be even richer if we were able to have
another.”
“You really want
another baby?” She asked in a surprised
tone.
He nodded slowly, his
thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.
“I do. I’ve…dreamed of having
another child with you.”
“But, you never said
anything…”
“I didn’t see the
point in discussing something that couldn’t be.” He smiled warmly and tucked a strand of hair
behind her ear. “May I point out that you
never said that you wanted another baby either?”
She smiled shyly,
lowering her eyes briefly. “Same
reason.”
Giles looked at the
car he still held in his left hand and swallowed thickly. “Is this a decision we need to make right
now? Tonight, I mean?”
Lucian shook his
head, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward slightly. “No, not tonight. But, it should be made in the next few
days. The Protector’s battle is slated
to start in a little over eleven years.”
A thought suddenly
occurred to Buffy and she shook her head violently. “No!
No, I can’t do this. I can’t send
an eleven year old child out to fight whatever ungodly demons – ”
Lucian furrowed his
brow. “Mrs. Giles…Braden will be
twenty-two years, I believe.”
“But, if we have
another baby now, he or she will only be eleven when – ”
“Ah, now I see.” Lucian interrupted softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t make myself clear. Not all of your children will be physically
involved in the battle. In fact, it’s
still unclear as to whether your second child…Lucas…will be physically
involved. What is known is that each of
the five children that were named in the prophecy will have their own part to
play. And each of their roles are very
important to the end result.”
“Oh.” Buffy responded uncertainly. “I…I still don’t know.”
Lucian smiled as he
stood up and stretched his back. “I was
told not to press for an answer during our first meeting. I was merely to give you the information I
have at my disposal. You should discuss
it…chart the pros and cons, as it were.”
Giles was obviously
deep in thought when Buffy nudged him in the ribs to get his attention. He looked up quickly to find Lucian smiling
warmly at him. Giles stared at him blankly
for a moment and then understood what Lucian was waiting for.
“Oh, yes…right.” He pushed himself up and walked over to his
desk.
Buffy stood up and
followed him, a look of confusion on her
face. “Giles? What are you doing?”
“Hm?” He looked up as he placed Ewan’s toy car on
his desk, right in front of the framed family portrait. “Oh…I need to replace the car with something
else of personal value. A token such as
this can only be used once.”
“Oh, okay.” She leaned against the desk and lightly ran
her finger over the top of the die-cast car.
He opened the top
drawer of his desk and pulled out a button.
She arched an eyebrow as he walked over and handed it to Lucian.
“A button? A button has personal value to you?”
Lucian gave Giles a
knowing smile. “Your token is
accepted. I’ll stop by in twenty-four
hours to see how your decision is coming.”
Giles returned the
smile and glanced at the window.
“Perhaps use the front door tomorrow?”
Lucian chuckled as he
walked to the office door. “Of
course. Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs.
Giles.”
And with that, he
breezed out of the doorway.
Giles took a deep
breath and looked at Buffy. “I suppose
we have much to discuss before…” He
checked his watch and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “One forty-five tomorrow
afternoon. I would’ve sworn it took longer
than an hour and a half for all of this to occur.”
Buffy ignored his
ramble. “Tell me about the button.”
He met her eyes and
gave her a shy smile. “It was from the
blouse you were wearing one night…”
“What night?” She asked, sliding onto the desk.
He swallowed and made
his way to her, standing between her thighs as he ran his fingers through her
hair. “We hadn’t been dating very
long. You came to the apartment to see
me after patrol…”
“Yeah?” She whispered on a near moan as his fingers
moved down the side of her neck. “Was
that the night you ripped my shirt open after you pushed me against the
wall…and you sucked my nipples until I screamed your name?”
He smiled, the
fingers on his other hand slipping under her skirt. He groaned softly as the tips of his fingers
brushed over her soft curls.
“That happened as
well.” He answered eventually. “However, that was not the reason I kept the
button for over eleven years.”
Her fingers made quick
work of his shirt buttons, belt, and the fastenings of his trousers. “Tell me, Giles.”
He inhaled sharply as
she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor before pulling
his erection out of his boxers for the second time that day. She chuckled, wrapping her fingers around his
cock and stroking him slowly.
“Tell me…”
He swallowed hard and
looked into her eyes. “That was the
night you called me Rupert for the first time.”
He sighed happily as she tilted her head in a silent request for him to
continue.
“You looked into my
eyes…stared into my soul…and whispered ‘I love you, Rupert’. I’d never heard my name sound
so…beautiful…before.”
“Rupert…”
He gently pushed her
back until she was lying across his desk and he was leaning over her, the shaft
of his cock pressed against her clitoris.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He gazed into her eyes for a moment before
brushing his lips across hers.
“I love you so very
much, Buffy.”
Her reply was cut off
by her deep moan as he shifted his hips and slid his cock into her.
Buffy slowly pushed
herself up and glanced at the floor. She
smiled sheepishly as she took in the papers, files, and books that she had
knocked off the desk during their passionate tryst.
“Oops.”
He looked up from the
task of buckling his belt. “What’s that,
love?”
Smoothing her skirt
down, she met his eyes. “I, uh…kinda
made a mess of things here.”
He chuckled and
leaned over to place a soft kiss on her cheek. “Things that we can pick up. I wouldn’t trade the sight of you thrashing
on top of my desk for a clean floor.”
She laughed as she
slid from the desk and wrapped her arms around him. “How can you make something that’s
so…raw…sound so sweet?”
He grinned as he
lovingly rubbed her back. Just as he
opened his mouth to respond, the office door swung open.
“I, uh…well, I wanted
to check on you guys. That storm was
pretty bad. A funnel cloud was spotted
over the
Buffy reluctantly
pulled out of Giles’ embrace and nodded slowly.
“Yeah, it got pretty bad. Power
went out, but the generator kicked in pretty quickly.”
“Well, at least you
know that – ”
Giles turned quickly,
folder in his hand as he straightened.
“I’m sorry?”
“Your back…blood on
your shirt?”
Giles cleared his
throat and glanced at Buffy. “I assure
you,
Buffy smiled as she
nodded. “Giles apparently shielded me.”
Giles sighed, knowing
that he and Buffy were going to have to explain why there wasn’t glass all over
the room and why his back was seemingly uninjured despite the fact that there
was a fair amount of drying blood on his shirt.
He met Buffy’s eyes and gestured towards the couch when she gave him a
gentle nod.
“Willow, would you
mind having a seat?”
Giles cleared his
throat and sat down, taking Buffy’s hand and pulling her down next to him. “It wasn’t exactly a demon.”
“Oh.”
Giles blushed lightly
and cleared his throat again. Buffy
gently squeezed his hand to get his attention.
He turned his head and stared into her eyes.
Buffy breathed a soft
sigh and rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand. “We’re thinking of having another baby.”
Giles smiled
softly. “Perhaps we should’ve started at
the beginning.”
“Beginning…good.”
Giles glanced at the
window as he laced his fingers with Buffy’s.
“His name was Lucian.”
* * *
“Apparently so.” Giles confirmed. “Though I will most likely ask to see proof
before we make our final decision.”
“Do you want another baby?”
Buffy smiled, her
fingers tracing indistinct shapes over his thigh. “Yeah…”
“It…isn’t that
simple, Willow.” Giles replied
softly. “We need to be fairly certain of
what this child’s role would be. I…if we
were to have another baby…he or she would only be eleven at the time of
Braden’s battle…”
“We can’t send an
eleven year old into something like this.”
Buffy finished for him. “But we’ve
both felt the desire for another child…”
“However, as I told
Lucian, Buffy and I are not creating an army.
And that is not a reason to allow this to happen.”
“You need to change
your shirt…the kids will be worried if they see that one.” She paused for a second as he nodded in
agreement. “And…seriously consider this,
guys. I mean, I know you want to wait to
talk to this Lucian guy again, but…I just feel like this is the right thing to
do. Just my opinion though.”
Giles tilted his head
slightly, his eyes bright as he smiled warmly at
“No need to thank
me.” She shrugged a shoulder, walking
backwards to the door with a wide smile on her face. “I know you’re the boss, but…it’s Friday and
you two have a lot to talk about. Maybe
you should head home…and do that?”
Giles chuckled and
shook his head in amusement. “Good
night,
“You too.”
Buffy laughed as she
gestured to the door. “Out, go home.”
“What do you
say? We head home?”
Giles’ eyes sparkled
as his fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
“I’m not opposed to that suggestion.”
Buffy’s eyes darted
to his chest as he slipped the ruined shirt from his shoulders. She reached out and gently ran her fingertips
over the scars, smiling as his nipples hardened from her touch.
“I really love you,
Giles.” She whispered as she met his
eyes, allowing her fingers to brush over his left nipple.
He shivered and
licked his lips. “I want to have another
baby with you.”
She sighed happily at
his softly spoken statement. “Let’s go
home and talk about it, okay?”
He nodded slowly,
standing and slipping his arms into the sleeves of the clean shirt. She bit her lip gently as she lifted her
hands and assisted him in the task of buttoning the shirt. She looked up at him when she felt his hand
gently cradle the side of her face.
“I love you,
Buffy.” He whispered.
Leaning into his
touch, she gazed into his eyes as she buttoned the last button on his shirt. “Let’s go home.”
He gave another nod
and smiled as she took his free hand.
* * *
That night, she
watched him.
Dinner was finished,
the children had been bathed, Haddie and Evan had been put to bed. She sat on the couch and watched her husband
with their two oldest children. They
were sitting on the floor, papers and books spread around them on the floor.
Callie climbed up on
the couch and flopped down beside of Buffy, sighing heavily as she did so. Buffy chuckled and lovingly stroked the dog’s
soft, velvety ears. Callie looked up at
her with her chocolate brown eyes and tilted her head. Buffy grinned and leaned down, kissing the
top of her head.
“Oh, I get it!” Lucas exclaimed excitedly.
Buffy and Callie both
looked towards the three sitting on the floor.
Braden rolled his
eyes. “It’s about time.”
“Braden…” Giles spoke softly, a warning tone in his
voice.
Lucas narrowed his
eyes and stared at his older brother.
“You know, Bay…just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean you know everything. Besides, I can do things that you can’t.”
Braden snorted. “Yeah?
Like what?”
Lucas sat up straight
and beamed happily. “I can do a one
minute drumroll. You can’t do that.”
Buffy was fully
prepared for Braden to strike back with sarcasm. After all, he was definitely his father’s
son. She was pleasantly surprised when
Braden smiled proudly at his brother.
“You can? That’s great, Luke!”
Lucas blushed
lightly. “Thanks…can you come to my
lesson tomorrow? I can show you.”
Braden thought for a
second and then nodded. “If Grandma
takes us out for ice cream after.”
Lucas smiled. “Grandma always takes me for ice cream
after.”
Giles interrupted the
boys softly. “Alright…it’s late. Help me tidy up this mess. And then…it’s time for you two to head off to
bed.”
Buffy smiled as the
three of them picked up the papers, the conversation suddenly switching to
music. At that moment, she realized that
she wanted to say ‘yes’ to having another baby.
There was no question about it.
And her desire to
have another baby was suddenly very strong.
Nearly as strong as it had been each time they had tried in the
past. When Giles turned and met her
eyes, she inhaled sharply. Her desire
wasn’t ‘nearly as strong’…it was as
strong. If not stronger.
And she had every
intention of telling him as soon as Braden and Lucas were in bed.
Buffy walked back
through the living room towards the kitchen after having gone to check on the
children. She smiled as she looked at
Callie, sound asleep in her bed next to the fireplace. All four kids asleep, as well as the dog…now
was the time for her and Giles to have a talk.
He looked up and
smiled, lowering the knife to the counter.
“Everyone asleep?”
“Yep, even
Callie.” She gave a soft chuckle as she
glanced at the plate resting on the counter in front of him. “Hungry?”
“Not really
hungry.” He replied, picking up the
plate of apple slices and leading her back into the living room.
“Nervous munchies,
then.” Buffy said with a gentle smile as
he sat down on the couch and motioned for her to join him.
He shrugged a
shoulder and picked up a piece of apple.
“Perhaps.”
Her eyes sparkled as
he held the apple to her lips. She took
a bite and chewed as she watched him pop the rest of the slice into his mouth.
“How do you do that?”
“Hm?” He murmured as he picked up another piece of
apple, taking a bite before offering it to her.
“How do I do what?”
She glanced at the
apple held between his fingers at her lips and then looked into his eyes. “Make something as simple as eating sliced
apple so…hot.”
He raised an eyebrow,
his hand lowering as he smiled. “It was
completely unintentional.”
Leaning into him, she
kissed him softly, relishing the taste of apple on his lips. “That’s what makes it so arousing, you know.”
“Oh?” He whispered, his eyes closing as her warm
mouth found the side of his neck.
“Buffy…”
Her mouth moved up
the side of his neck, tongue tasting his skin in the spots she knew were more
sensitive than others. Her breath was
heavy and hot as she whispered thickly into his ear.
“You…should probably
take me to bed now.”
He swallowed hard,
the fingers of his left hand flexing against her back as the plate fell from
his right hand to the floor with a soft thud.
“We…should probably talk first.”
She nipped at his
earlobe with her teeth, her left palm pressed against his shirt-covered
chest. “Do you want to have another
baby, Giles?”
He inhaled sharply at
the contact, nodding slowly. “Yes.”
She smiled and then
ran her tongue along the shell of his ear, grinning as he shivered. “So do I.
I want another baby too. Talk
over now?”
“Buffy…”
She pulled back and
looked into his eyes, not surprised to see true concern in them. “What’s really wrong, Giles?”
He sighed softly as
he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nothing’s wrong, really. I guess I’m just thinking of my age.”
“You think you’re too
old for us to have another baby?” She
questioned quietly, gazing into his darkened eyes.
“Am I?”
She tilted her head
slightly, allowing her hand to slide down his chest to rest on the warm bulge
in his trousers. “You don’t feel too old
to me…”
“I’m not talking
about sex, Buffy.” He stated quickly,
placing his hand over hers when she started to rub his burgeoning
erection. “I don’t have an issue with
sex…obviously.”
She chuckled and
glanced down at their hands before kissing him warmly. As she slowly ended the kiss, she pulled her
hand out from under his and draped both arms over his shoulders.
“You are the best
father in the world, Giles.”
He huffed a laugh as
he slipped his arms around her waist. “I
highly doubt that.”
“I don’t.” She answered without hesitation, her fingers
lovingly rubbing along the back of his neck.
“And neither do the four children currently asleep in their rooms. I dare you to tell them that you aren’t the best father in the world.”
He looked into her
eyes, the timbre of his voice lowering slightly. “And you are the best mother in the
world. It never ceases to amaze me how
wonderful you are with each of them.
There are times when I want nothing more than to sit on the back porch
and watch you play with the children out in the yard.”
“Yeah?” She asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Yes.” He replied as he lifted his left hand and ran
his fingers through her hair. “And then
there are times…”
Her right eyebrow
rose slightly as he trailed off. “There
are times…what?”
“There are times
when…you infuriate me beyond belief.” He
caught her hand when she moved to playfully smack him, his amusement showing in
his darkened green eyes.
“Giles!” She complained, even though she was laughing.
“Let me finish,
love.” He grinned, staring into her eyes
as he waited for her to compose herself.
When she successfully stifled her laughter, he released her hand and
slid both of his to her hips. “And then
there are times when I have no interest in getting out of bed.”
He licked his lips
and continued softly. “Of course, those
times occur mainly when the children are spending the night elsewhere.”
Reaching up, she
pulled his glasses off and carefully tossed them onto the lamp table. “So…your interest in not getting out of
bed…does that have to do with pain, exhaustion, or depression?”
His fingers found the
button on her jeans and pulled it free.
“Rarely does it concern pain.
Sometimes exhaustion comes into the picture. And I can honestly say that it’s been years
since I’ve stayed in bed all day due to depression.”
“Care to elaborate on
your reason for wanting to stay in bed?”
She whispered shakily as his fingers slipped into her satin underwear.
He groaned when he
felt her wet heat against his fingertips.
“Christ, I want you, Buffy.”
“Giles…”
“Here, now…inside of
you. God, I want to be inside of
you…” He stated urgently, his free hand
moving to the button and zipper of his own trousers, freeing his erection. “God, fuck me, Buffy…”
She moved quickly,
sliding to the floor between his legs and whimpering as his fingers slipped
from her wet folds. He gazed at her
through lust-darkened eyes, his cock held tightly in his left hand, groaning as
she sucked her own juices from his wet fingers.
She smiled up at him,
kneeling on the floor and resting her palms on his thighs. “It’s been too long since you’ve come in my
mouth, Giles.”
He swallowed thickly,
his hand beginning to slowly stroke his shaft as he stared into her eyes. “Yes.
Yes, it has…”
Leaning forward, she
flicked her tongue against the head of his erection, her eyes never leaving
his. “Fuck my mouth, Giles.”
“Buffy…” He groaned softly as his hand tightened
around his cock.
She placed her hand
over his, gently prying his fingers from around the thick shaft. “Fuck my mouth…and then I’ll fuck yours.”
His eyes were nearly
black with desire and she was fairly certain that hers were just as dark. She ran her tongue along the underside of his
erection, smiling as she heard his sharp intake of breath.
When she stood up and
grabbed his hand, he furrowed his brow.
“Buffy?”
“Bedroom…now. We can’t do this here…as much as I’d want
to.”
He started to
protest, but then realized she was right.
At one time…many years ago…they would’ve been able to continue right
where they were. And they had done just
that many times before. But that was before
they had become parents.
And so he took a deep
breath and allowed her to pull him up from the couch. When he started to carefully tuck his
erection back into his trousers, she stopped him and grinned at his curious
look.
“Leave it out.” She licked her lips at his soft groan when
she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft.
“It gives me something to lead you to the bedroom with.”
Giles moved forward
as Buffy began walking backwards towards the hall that led to their
bedroom. “Because you’d have such a
difficult time getting me there on your own?”
Buffy laughed gently,
shaking her head as gave his cock a firm tug.
“Maybe I just like…touching you.”
Biting his lip to
stifle his groan, he followed her into the bedroom and closed the door behind
him. Buffy wasted no time in dropping to
her knees in front of him. He quickly
unbuttoned his shirt as he watched her untie his shoes. By the time he had lifted each foot for her
to remove his shoes and socks, his shirt had fallen to the floor behind him.
He took a step back,
his left hand wrapped around his cock as he smiled at her look of
confusion. He kicked free of his
trousers and boxers and stood before her…an extremely aroused and completely
naked Rupert Giles.
“Undress for me,
Buffy.”
She nearly groaned at
his husky tone, standing and grasping the hem of her shirt. His hand began stroking the hard flesh, his
eyes focused on the shirt that was being lifted over her head.
“Slowly, love.” He whispered, his gaze dropping to her feet
as she kicked off her shoes.
She dropped the shirt
to the floor and smiled at him as she pushed her jeans down over her hips. “How slow are you wanting me to go? Because…I’m not sure how slow I can go right
now.”
He watched the denim
slide down her legs and swallowed hard, quickly moving back to her and pulling
her into his arms.
“Ah, bugger it…”
She giggled softly as
his hands deftly removed her bra before they made their way to her hips. “So much for taking it slow…”
He covered her left
breast with his hand, rubbing his palm against her hardened nipple as he
carefully pushed her towards the bed.
When the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she fell onto the bed,
he smiled and pulled her back up until she was sitting on the edge.
“Slow has its advantages. But, right now…I think it would be more
painful than stimulating.”
She glanced at his
cock, its tip glistening and begging for her to lick it clean. And so she did, enjoying the sound of his
appreciative groan as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and her tongue
slowly swirled around the glans.
He held his hips
still for a moment, focusing on the sensation of her tongue against his
flesh. When he felt her pull the head
completely into her mouth, he slipped the fingers of his left hand into her
hair and looked down at her.
She met his eyes and
gave him a gentle nod. His fingers
flexed against her scalp as he gently pushed his hips forward, slowly sliding
his cock further into her mouth.
“Jesus, Buffy…” He murmured, sucking in a sharp breath when
she moved her hands to his hips and lightly scratched at his skin. “God, yes…harder…”
She wasn’t exactly
sure if he meant to scratch him harder or to suck him harder. So she did both. The result of her actions was a loud groan
from him as his fingers tightened in her hair, his hips jerking forward
involuntarily.
Smiling inwardly, she
tilted her head slightly and gripped his hips tighter, pulling him forcefully
towards her. He stared into her eyes as
she set the pace for him, pushing and pulling his hips against her.
When he felt the head
of his cock bump against the back of her throat, he took over. He whispered ‘I love you’ in a gravelled
voice as he allowed his right hand to join his left, fingers lovingly gripping the
sides of her head as his hips started pumping against her mouth.
Her groan vibrated
against his hard flesh. He gave a grunt as he looked down, watching his
erection slide back and forth between her lips.
When her teeth grazed his flesh, he threw his head back and cried out
her name.
She maintained her
pressure around him as he continued thrusting into her mouth. When she felt him thicken, she sucked
harder…loving the sound of his deep moan.
She was caught off-guard as he grabbed her hands off his hips and pulled
his cock out of her mouth.
“What – ”
He breathed heavily
and shook his head as he interrupted her.
“Too close…lay back…”
She did as he
requested, lying back across the bed and bending her knees. Just as she began to remind him that he was
supposed to come in her mouth, he climbed onto the bed and moved over her,
straddling her chest.
He noticed the
surprised look in her eyes and gently brushed his thumb over her swollen
lips. “I thought this was what you
wanted…”
She nodded slowly, her
lips curling into a smile. “It is…I just
thought that you were changing things around.”
Returning her smile,
he shook his head and leaned forward, gently nudging the head of his erection
against her lips. “God, no…but if you
would prefer something else – ”
She interrupted him
by opening her mouth and quickly sucking the smooth head. He grasped her hands, lacing their fingers
together and pressing the backs of her hands to the mattress above her head. He resumed his earlier pace quickly, hissing
as she murmured appreciatively.
She sucked the
proffered flesh hard, allowing her teeth to lightly scrape against him on each
thrust. She listened to his breathing
becoming more laboured, his grunts and moans growing deeper as his cock
thickened in her mouth.
His hands tightened
around hers, almost painfully, as he gave one last thrust and held
still…groaning her name as he filled her mouth with his come. She swallowed quickly and greedily, unwilling
to let one drop escape.
She continued to
bathe his softening flesh with her tongue, even as he released her hands and
sat back slightly, looking down at her as his trembling fingers gently stroked
her cheek. He inhaled sharply when the
sensation became too much and carefully pulled his cock from her mouth, sighing
softly as she placed a gentle kiss on the head.
Moving to her side,
he leaned over her and kissed her lips, delving his tongue into her mouth. He tasted himself on her tongue and wasn’t
surprised to find that it excited him.
He moaned softly as her nails scratched at his scalp as he kissed her,
his left hand wandering down her body…stopping only when his fingers
encountered the wetness between her thighs.
He ended the kiss
slowly and looked into her eyes as he slipped his fingers through her wet folds. “I seem to recall you saying something about
fucking my mouth…”
“Mm-hm…God, yes,
Giles…” She murmured, bucking her hips
against his hand.
Just as he began
sliding down her body, leaving a wet trail over her torso with his lips and
tongue, the phone rang. He gave a groan
of annoyance, but continued on his path when she grabbed the offending object.
“What?” She growled into the handset, ignoring Giles’
chuckle as he ran his tongue along her inner thigh. She stifled her groan as he spread her lower
lips and used the tip of his tongue to trace her folds. “Wrong…number.”
He smiled as his
tongue circled her clitoris, his eyes locked with hers.
“No, I’m…I’m
sure. No Lynne living…living here.” She bit her lip as he pulled her clit into
his mouth. “That’s…that’s okay…good
night.”
Amusement shone in
his eyes as she hit the ‘end’ button and dropped the phone onto the bed next to
her. He lifted his head slightly, his
warm breath ghosting over her throbbing clit as he whispered to her.
“Wrong number, hm?”
She nodded quickly,
her right hand moving to his head.
“Don’t stop…”
He smiled lovingly,
his eyes sparkling as he lowered his mouth back to her. “Yes, love.”
It was Saturday
afternoon and Giles was driving down the road that led to Council
Headquarters. It was a fairly sunny day
and the fact that Buffy’s hand was on his thigh, her fingers rubbing indistinct
shapes against his jeans, only made the day better. Braden had gone with Lucas to his drum
lesson…and Giles was certain that his two oldest children would be able to talk
Joyce into a trip for ice cream afterwards.
Haddie and Lucas were spending the afternoon with
He stopped for a red
light and looked at Buffy. “You do
realize that if you don’t stop that, we’ll be late for our meeting.”
Buffy grinned, but
stopped her wandering fingers. “Wouldn’t
want that now, would we?”
He chuckled, placing
his hand over hers as the light turned green.
“No. No, we wouldn’t.”
* * *
“Oh, I meant to tell
you…Anya called this morning while you were in the shower.” Buffy stated as they stepped out of the
elevator, hand in hand.
“Oh? Was there a problem?” He asked, shoving his right hand into his pocket
in search of his keys.
She smiled and looked
up at him. “If there was a problem, I
wouldn’t have forgotten to tell you about it.”
He laughed gently,
pulling his keys out as they rounded the corner. “Fair enough.
What did she want?”
“Well…” She stroked the back of his hand with her
thumb. “I think she wanted to tell me
every single detail of what happened yesterday when she went home. But, she settled for saying ‘thanks’.”
He shook his head in
amusement, stopping in front of his office door and slipping the key into the
lock. “How glad am I that you answered
the phone and not me?”
When she hesitated in
following him into the office, he met her eyes and tilted his head
slightly. “Buffy?”
She glanced into the
office behind him and bit her bottom lip.
“He’ll be here soon. Lucian, I
mean.”
He stepped back to
her and nodded, trailing the fingers of his right hand down her soft
cheek. “Yes, he will.”
“And…then we’re going
to talk to him. And he’ll do some mojo
thing and then we’ll have sex…you and me, not me and Lucian…”
Giles chuckled
softly. “I should hope not you and
Lucian.”
She continued
quickly, her words rambling somewhat.
“And then we’re going to have a baby.
A baby we didn’t think we’d ever have.
And – ”
He cut her off with a
kiss, a slow and warm kiss that was a promise of much more to come at a later
time. As he pulled back, he smiled and
combed his fingers through her hair.
“I love you, Buffy.”
“I love you
too.” She whispered softly.
“Are you sure that you
want to have another baby? We can tell
him no…we can – ”
She shook her head
and gripped the front of his shirt. “No,
I want this, Giles. I’m just…I don’t
know…I’m just…”
“Scared?” He asked in a soft whisper, sighing as she
gave him a slow nod. “So am I,
love. But would you love this baby any
less than Braden, Lucas, Haddie, or Evan?”
“No.” She answered without hesitation. “No, of course not.”
“And neither would
I.” He took a step backwards into the
office, smiling as she followed him this time.
“We can do this. And I’m
terrified…just as I was with each of the pregnancies. But, I do want this…I want to have another
baby with you. I want it all, Buffy.”
“All?”
“Yes.” He nodded slowly, continuing his backwards
motion into the room. “I want to protect
you and the baby for the first month. I
want to go with you to the ultrasounds and sonograms. I want to watch our child grow…feel him or
her kick me in the side while we sleep.
I want to hear you scream obscenities at me while you’re in labour. And…I want to hold the baby as our other
children come into the room to meet their new brother or sister. I want everything…”
“God, I love
you.” She whispered emotionally as she
wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek against his chest. “And I can’t wait to see you with a newborn
in your arms again.”
“Ah, does this mean
that you’ve made a decision?” A deep
voice came from the doorway.
Startled, Buffy
turned and immediately moved into her fighting stance. She relaxed when she met Lucian’s smiling
eyes.
“You know, it’s
probably not the smartest thing to sneak up on a Slayer…”
Lucian chuckled as he
stepped further into the room and leaned against the conference table. “Very true.
A mistake I prefer not to make. I
had intended to announce my arrival, but…hearing the tailend of your
conversation…”
Giles smiled softly
as Buffy leaned back against his chest.
“We do have some questions before we give our final answer.”
Lucian gave a quick
nod. “Of course.”
Giles gestured to the
chairs surrounding the table and cleared his throat. “Please, have a seat.”
Once the three of
them had taken a seat at the table and Giles felt Buffy’s hand on his thigh, he
took a deep breath.
“My main concern is
the health of my wife.”
Lucian’s brow furrowed
as he folded his hands on top of the table.
“There are no health issues, Mr. Giles.
That is…nothing that would be considered abnormal. This would merely be a temporary restoration
of her reproductive system. The child
would be conceived in a normal manner…”
“No magick hangover
or demony aspect for the baby?” Buffy
asked nervously.
“No, not at
all.” Lucian offered her a gentle
smile. “The only magick that would be
used would dissipate quickly. It’s only
there long enough to kickstart your system.
As for demonic aspects…there would be nothing demonic about the process
or the child.”
“And the
battle?” Buffy asked quickly. “You’re sure that he or she won’t be
physically involved in the battle?”
“I had a feeling that
you would ask that question.” Lucian
responded, slipping his hand under his jacket and pulling a document from the
inner pocket. Handing it to Buffy, he glanced at Giles. “This should help give you the answers you
need.”
Buffy took the paper
and leaned into Giles as she scanned the page.
“Um…what language is this?”
“Greek mainly.” Giles answered. “Ancient Greek…”
Lucian nodded
slowly. “I can have it translated…”
“No, that isn’t
necessary.” Giles shook his head as he
read the page. “This states that the fifth is the motivation.”
Lucian smiled. Buffy looked up at him and furrowed her brow.
“Motivation? For what?”
“For Braden. Apparently, the fifth child is the reason
that the Protector decides to embark on his journey.” Giles replied, lifting his eyes to Lucian.
Lucian nodded again,
his eyes sparkling. “Yes…the fifth holds
a special place in the first’s heart.”
“Braden is very close
to both of his brothers and his sister.”
Buffy stated without hesitation.
“Yes, he is. In fact, it has been told that the second is
the first’s strength. The third is his
loyalty. The fourth is his warmth. But he will have a unique bond with the
fifth. The fifth is his heart…and he
would never do anything to put the fifth child into danger.” Lucian leaned back and smiled brightly. “And that includes making sure that the child
is safe when the Protector’s journey begins.”
When Buffy and Giles
looked at each other, Lucian breathed a sigh of relief. He watched them as they moved through their
silent discussion. When they both turned
to look at him, he smiled.
“So…what do we
do?” Buffy asked as Giles laced their
fingers together.
“Well, you give me
permission…and I go back to my office and do what I need to do. The only thing that is required from the two
of you after your approval is…well…”
Buffy smiled as
Lucian blushed lightly. “Try to make a
baby?”
“Yes.” Lucian replied, coughing lightly. “The, um…restoration is temporary, as I said
earlier. You’ll have a week…so I suggest
you commence as soon as you feel that the restoration is complete.”
“A week?” Giles asked, glancing at Buffy before showing
his concern to Lucian. “What if…well,
what if we’re unable to be successful within a week?”
Lucian smiled as he
pushed his chair back and stood up. “I’m
fairly certain you will be. However, if
you’re not…I can always ask for an extension.”
He looked into
Buffy’s eyes as he made his way to the door.
“You’ll know when the procedure is complete. Should you have any questions…” He gestured to a coin he had left on the table
top. “Use that to call me.”
Before Buffy or Giles
had a chance to say anything else, Lucian turned and walked out of the
office. Giles reached over and picked up
the coin, turning it over in his hand as he took a deep breath. Buffy looked up at him and gently squeezed
his hand.
“Hey…you okay?”
He met her eyes and
closed his hand around the coin. Nodding
slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Yes…I rather think I am.”
She relaxed and returned
his smile, leaning her head on his shoulder.
* * *
On the way home, and
in the middle of a conversation about trading their current SUV for a slightly
larger one, Buffy felt a tingle in her abdomen…much like the shock received by
a person when sticking their tongue to a nine volt battery. Giles looked at her quickly when she abruptly
stopped talking.
“Buffy?”
Buffy licked her lips
and inhaled deeply. “It’s done.”
Giles smiled softly
and took her hand in his. “Perhaps we
can ask Joyce to watch the children tonight?”
“She’ll probably
offer. She normally does after she
spends the day with one or two of them.”
Buffy answered softly. “Giles?”
“Hm?” He murmured as he turned onto their street.
“We’re going to have
another baby.”
His smile grew as he
looked at her and nodded. “Yes, we are.”
Buffy smiled brightly
at him and exhaled slowly. “I think I
just needed to say it out loud.”
He chuckled as he
continued to their house.
* * *
The following morning
found Buffy waking before the sun rose.
She stretched her sore muscles and smiled as she heard Giles’ gentle
snoring coming from her side. She rolled
over and watched him sleep, her smile growing as she thought over the previous
day’s events.
They had made love as
soon as they’d returned home. They
probably would have whether or not they were trying for a baby…when the
children were out, they tended to take advantage of the empty house.
Joyce arrived with
Braden and Lucas at the same time that
After dinner, they
had made love again…starting on the couch and ending up on the floor in the
living room. He coaxed her into having a
hot bath before actually going to bed.
She hadn’t fallen pregnant, but he didn’t seem overly concerned. In fact, he had smiled and said that they’d
just try again tomorrow.
And now it was
tomorrow.
She reached out and
ran her fingers through the soft hair on his chest. She smiled again as he murmured in his sleep,
shifting a little closer to her. Keeping
her eyes trained on his face, she lowered her mouth to his right nipple. When she saw his tongue dart out and wet his
lips, she sucked harder at the nub.
When her teeth
scraped against skin, his eyes fluttered open.
His hands instantly found her…his right slipping under her and finding
her bare hip as his left moved to the back of her head, holding her mouth
against his chest.
“Christ…” He mumbled as she slipped her right leg
between his so that she was straddling his thigh.
When his left hand
moved to her shoulder, she lifted her head and smiled as she met his eyes. “Good morning.”
He returned her
smile, sighing as she shifted until her knees were pressed onto the mattress on
either side of his hips. “Mm…good
morning. How do you feel?”
She bit her lip, her
gaze focused on her fingers playing with his hardened nipple. “Honestly…like I felt right before we got
pregnant with Evan.”
Giles nodded in
understanding, his eyes closing as she raised her hips and guided his erection
to her. He groaned as she took him
inside, her warm, wet inner walls sliding along his thick shaft.
She smiled down at
him as she rocked her hips against him.
“Giles?”
“Mm?”
“Open your eyes,
baby.” She whispered, waiting until he
looked up at her before she continued.
“That’s it…watch me…”
He licked his dry lips,
his hands sliding up her thighs as he gazed at their union. “Dear God…”
He began matching her
thrusts, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as his back arched. Buffy groaned and covered his hands with
hers.
“That’s…yeah, that’s
good, baby…just like that.” She cried as
he continued to push her towards orgasm.
“So hot…so…oh, God…Rupert…”
Giles felt her walls
tighten around him and bucked his hips in response. “Buffy!”
Buffy gripped his
hands, forcing her eyes to stay open.
“God…you look so good under me…”
He was in no position
to disagree. He didn’t know what he looked like underneath her, but he did
know what it felt like to be
underneath her. And it had been one of
his favourite places to be since the first time she climbed on top of him. His eyes closed as he tried to maintain
control…and thinking about her on top of him was doing nothing to help him
achieve that.
She realized that he
was dangerously close and was holding on until she came. She gave a quick shake of her head and leaned
forward, placing her palms on his chest as she continued to ride him.
“Don’t hold out on
me, Giles…” When his eyes snapped open,
she moaned loudly…from the intense look in his eyes as well as the sensation of
his cock inside of her. “God, come with
me…don’t wait for me…please…”
“Buffy…love, I’m…I’m
close…” He panted breathlessly.
“So am I…” She replied as her inner muscles began to
quiver around him. “God, Rupert…I’m so
close…”
“Yes…fuck,
yeah…” He groaned loudly.
She smiled at the
subtle change of his accent. Her smile
faded as she gasped, her orgasm nearing its crest rapidly. Throwing her head back, she screamed his
name. He quickened his pace, thrusting
up into her in a nearly frenzied manner.
Her name left his lips when he felt her fluids gush over him. With one last upwards thrust, he came deep
within her…causing them both to give a cry of ecstasy.
She collapsed onto
his chest, whimpering as his softening cock slipped from her. His hands moved to her back, gently rubbing
her heated flesh as he fought to catch his breath.
Her lips pressed warm
kisses against his chest before she lifted her head to look into his eyes. She smiled as their gazes met.
“You okay?”
He chuckled softly as
he brushed the hair back from her face. “I
prefer your wake-up call to the blaring of the alarm clock.”
She grinned and
glanced at his lips. “I like it when
your accent changes…”
“Do you?” He asked softly, his hands wandering over her
body.
“Yeah…it’s – ”
She stopped suddenly,
her eyes widening. His widened as well,
and then began to glisten. His left hand
quickly moved to her abdomen and stroked the skin softly.
“My God…” He whispered, struggling to keep his emotions
in check.
“Giles?”
He looked into her
watery eyes and smiled, his fingers still rubbing against her stomach. “We did it…we’re having another baby…”
She nodded slowly,
moving to his side and into his arms.
“God, I love you…I love you so much, Giles.”
His smile grew as he
rolled her onto her back and leaned over her to kiss her lips. Her mouth opened immediately under his,
allowing his tongue entry. She sighed
into his mouth as he moved between her thighs, knowing that he was getting
ready to perform what she had teasingly called ‘the ritual’.
She smiled warmly as
he ended the kiss and moved down her body.
She watched him as he lovingly kissed her stomach and whispered
softly. She didn’t have to ask what he
was saying, the words had been the same with each previous pregnancy.
She ran her fingers
through his hair as he continued, grinning as she heard his promises to the
baby that they had created. And after he
finished ‘the ritual’, she’d tell him the sex of their child…if he wanted to
know.
And then they could
start arguing about names.
~ End