Title:
Windmills
Author:
Froxyn
Rating:
FRAO
Pairing:
B/G
Synopsis:
Buffy has something to tell Giles, but only after she asks a few questions.
He walked
through the front door of the apartment, stopping suddenly when he saw her
sitting at the table. He knew that she was aware of his arrival by the way she
shifted her body. However, she didn’t look up or utter a word at all.
“Buffy?”
He dropped his keys onto the table by the door. “Is everything alright?”
“I don’t
know.” She dropped a piece of paper from her hands. “How long have we been
together?”
“Professionally?
Or – ” He glanced down at the fallen paper. “Eight months and twenty-two days.”
She nodded
slowly and ran her fingers over the piece of paper. “And living together?”
He
narrowed his eyes and slowly walked closer to her. “Five months next week.
Where are you going with this, Buffy?”
She sighed
softly as she finally met his eyes. “And…when did you write this?”
He took a
deep breath and walked over to stand behind her. A sad smile played on his lips
as he looked over her shoulder at the document in question.
“ ‘Pray
Your Gods’…um, if I recall correctly, that was written a week before we
attempted to flee Sunnydale…and Glory.”
She turned
in her chair and stared up at him. “So…almost five years ago?”
“Yes.” He
admitted softly.
“You were
in love with me five years ago?” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “And…why
have we never discussed this?”
“Discussed
how long I’ve loved you?”
“How long
we’ve loved each other.” She corrected gently.
“I suppose
how long doesn’t really matter. The fact that we finally realized is the
important part.” He lifted his hand, trailing his fingertips along her cheek.
“To be honest, I can’t remember a time, since we met, when I didn’t love you in
one way or the other. I don’t know exactly when I fell in love with you, Buffy.
It wasn’t just one moment of clarity.”
She
grinned at him. “No epiphany of Buffy-love?”
He
chuckled as he cleared the papers from the corner of the table and sat down.
“Not as such. All I know is that one day I looked at you and…I knew I was in
love.”
She stood
up and pushed herself between his legs. “What about when you were with Olivia?”
He offered
her a gentle smile as he brushed his fingers through her hair. “I loved you
then.”
Her eyes
widened at his softly spoken words. “So, instead of telling me how you felt,
you wrote about it?”
“Yes,
well…music has been my saving grace in many instances.” He leaned forward and kissed
her lips. “And, at the time, it was safer.”
“Huh?”
“I could
declare my love for you, in my way, without fear.”
She tilted
her head and placed her hands on his thighs. “You were afraid of me?”
“No, not
of you. Of your possible, and at the time probable, reaction.”
“Oh.” Her
hands gently rubbed along the denim. “Did you only write love songs about me?”
He laughed
quickly and shook his head. “Oh, no. There are songs of lust, anger…a couple
that were based on both lust and anger. I’m rather sure you’ll find frustration
in some of them as well.”
She
grinned and slid on hand up to his hip. “You wrote…sex songs about me?”
He blushed
lightly. “Well nothing as graphic as what you’ve played for me in the past.”
Her face
reddened deeply. “Are you ever going to let me live that down? I forgot that cd
was in the stereo when I put it on shuffle.”
He grinned
as his hand glided down her arm. “It wasn’t all that bad. Hearing a man scream
‘I want to fuck you like an animal’ certainly put things into perspective.”
She placed
a soft kiss on his chin and smiled. “It may have been accidental, but it
finally got me what I wanted.”
His eyes
sparkled with amusement. “If anyone should ever ask what song was playing
during our first kiss, I trust you’ll come up with something more appropriate.”
“I love
you, Giles.”
He didn’t
miss the cloud that passed over her hazel irises. “What is it, Buffy?”
With a
slight shake of her head, the cloud disappeared. “Nothing. I just needed to say
it.”
“You’ve
said it before. And I love you too…so very much.”
Her eyes
glistened. “I know you do.”
His thumb
brushed along her cheek as he whispered. “What’s wrong?”
Hearing the
worried tone of his voice, she gave him a smile and took a step back, tugging
him off the table. “Play for me? I want to hear you sing.”
He looked
at her curiously as she led him to the couch, picking up his guitar on the way.
He sat down, taking the instrument from her as she sat on the coffee table in
front of him.
“What
would you like to hear?”
She handed
him a piece of paper that she had been able to snag from the table without him
noticing. “This one.”
He glanced
down and exhaled slowly. “Why did you pick this?”
“It was
the first one I read and…it really touched me.”
“I’m glad
to hear that. Especially considering that you were consuming my thoughts when I
wrote it.”
“Please
let me hear it?”
He gave
her a small nod and made a minor adjustment on the strings. Taking a deep
breath, he began playing a soft tune. He met her eyes as he began to sing.
She
listened intently as he poured his soul into the song. He’d made his way
through the first two verses before her first tear rolled down her cheek. She
shook her head when she recognized the concern in his eyes and offered him a
smile. At her unspoken request to continue, he nodded and effortlessly slipped
into the next verse.
As the
last notes sounded, she folded her hands in her lap and lowered her eyes. He
placed his guitar on the far end of the couch and reached for her, covering
both of her hands with one of his.
“Buffy?
Are you – ”
She
interrupted him with a soft whisper that rang loud in his ears.
“I’m
pregnant.”
He hoped
that she didn’t feel the tremble in his hand. “Buffy?”
She looked
up as her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. I know we didn’t – ”
He smiled
as he took his turn at interrupting her. “We’re having a baby?”
She nodded
slowly, her eyes clearly showing her confusion as he slid from the couch and
knelt in front of her. “Giles?”
He looked
down as his hand moved to cover her abdomen. “How far along?”
“Seven
weeks…according to the doctor.” She watched as his smile widened. “You’re happy
about this?”
He looked
up quickly, his smile faltering. “Are you…not?”
“No…” She
continued quickly when his smile completely disappeared. “I mean, I thought you
wouldn’t…you know, be happy. We haven’t really discussed having children.”
He sat
back and rested on his heels as he lifted his hand and caressed her face. “I’m
happy, Buffy. I’m very happy.”
He gently
pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. She sighed softly as his tongue
slipped between her lips. She returned the kiss quickly, sliding her arms over
his shoulders as she eased him into a sitting position on the floor and
straddled his thighs. He moved backwards until his back was resting against the
couch and bent his legs, causing her to slide fully onto his lap.
He pulled
his lips from hers and smiled as he slipped his hands underneath her shirt. “I
truly am completely in love with you.”
She
quickly unbuttoned his shirt before lifting her arms so that he could pull hers
over her head. “Me too.”
She met
his eyes when she heard his chuckle. She pushed his shirt from his shoulders
and leaned forward, kissing his neck just below his ear. “I meant I’m
completely in love with you too.”
He had
removed her bra and was reaching between them for the button on her jeans. “Was
hoping that’s what you meant.”
She licked
her way up and down his neck before pulling his earlobe into her mouth,
eliciting a deep groan from him. “Giles?”
“Mm?” He
mumbled softly as he kissed her shoulder.
“Take me
to bed.”
“I’d love
to.”
She leant
back against his thighs and circled his nipple with her fingertip. “But?”
He gave
her a crooked grin as he shifted underneath her. “It seems as though I’m
lacking the required leverage to stand at the moment. And, feel free to call me
selfish, but I don’t want to ask you to let me up.”
She
playfully smacked his chest and stood up, offering him her hand. “How’s your
leverage now?”
He smiled
as he accepted her assistance and stood beside of her. He picked her up easily
and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his hips. Bending his head, he
flicked his tongue against her nipple.
Her
fingers wound in his hair, holding him to her breast. She groaned softly as he
held the hardened nub between his teeth, laving it with his tongue. He blindly
made his way down the hall before stopping suddenly and turning, pressing her
back against the wall.
When she
grunted, he released her flesh and looked into her eyes. “Are you alright?”
“Thought
you were taking me to bed?”
“I am.
Just…” He growled softly as he rocked his hips against hers. “Oh, God…Buffy, I
want you.”
“You gonna
take me against the wall?”
He placed
his palms against the wall on either side of her torso and thrust the hard
bulge in his trousers against her denim-clad core. “Is that what you want? Do
you want me to take you here?”
Her
fingers gripped his shoulders as he thrust again. “Yes…no…oh, God…”
He grinned
at her as he continued rocking into her. “Buffy? Tell me…”
She licked
her lips and opened her eyes, dark with passion. “Bed…now.”
He gave
her a quick nod and pushed back from the wall, wrapping his arms around her. He
easily manuevered them down the hall and into the bedroom, kicking the door
shut before laying her on the bed. His mouth covered hers, his tongue gliding
across hers as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before pushing them and her
underwear down to her knees.
When his
fingers brushed over her wet core, she pulled from the kiss and groaned loudly.
“Please,
Giles…skip the foreplay right now.”
He
chuckled softly as he stood up and removed his remaining clothing before
tugging her jeans off and dropping them to the floor. “As much as I love
tasting you, I’m rather glad you said that.”
She
grinned when she felt his erection brush across her thigh as he moved over her.
“Don’t think either of us need it right now.”
He settled
himself between her thighs, easing his cock into her warm entrance. “Right
now…I’d likely come with my first taste.” He groaned in delight as he filled
her. “Dear Lord…”
He felt
her body shudder underneath him and met her eyes quickly. She raked her nails
down his chest and across his nipple, smiling as he hissed.
“Fuck me…”
“Buffy…”
“Please…fuck
me. Make me come hard and fast.” She arched her hips against him, sighing as he
gasped. “Please, Giles…”
He stared
into her eyes as his fingers tightened on her hip. “Love you.”
Any
response she was going to give came out in an incoherent cry of ecstasy as he slammed
his hips against hers. He pulled back and repeated the motion, her name leaving
his lips on a guttural moan.
They fell
into a quick, hard pace, her hips rising to meet each of his thrusts. His
fingers threatened to bruise her skin as they dug into her hip. She reached up
and pulled his head down, her mouth covering the sensitive area on his neck
just below his ear.
As her
teeth marked his flesh, his thrusts became frenzied. She released his skin,
throwing her head back and calling his name. He doubled his efforts, sweat
rolling down the side of his neck as he grunted.
“Buffy!”
“Oh, God,
yes…Giles…so…”
“Come for
me. Fucking…hell…come, Buffy…”
She felt
him expand within her as her inner walls began the familiar quiver.
“Almost…Giles…”
He slammed
his hips harder against her, driving her closer to the edge along with him.
When he felt the quiver turn to convulsions, he cried out.
“Now,
Buffy…Christ! Come for me now!”
She
screamed in response, flooding him with her juices as he exploded within her.
Her hands slipped across his sweat-drenched back as he came a second time
before collapsing beside of her. Too tired to move, she lay on her back next to
him, her chest heaving as she fought to control her breathing.
“Jesus…”
He
chuckled as he took a deep breath. “Indeed.”
With some
effort, he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over her abdomen. “Buffy?”
“Mm?” She
reached up, twining her fingers with his.
He
squeezed her hand gently as he kissed her temple. “Are you happy? About…the baby?”
She turned
her head to look at him, smiling as she repositioned his hand to rest on her
stomach. “Yes. I really am.”
He exhaled
softly and smiled.
“But, for
some reason I thought you were gonna ask something else.”
He raised
an eyebrow. “You did? What?”
She
chuckled nervously. “You know…me being pregnant…you being somewhat traditional
guy…”
“You…thought
I was going to propose.” He stated softly.
“Yeah, I
kinda did.”
He reached
up and ran his fingers through her hair. “I considered it. But, we’ve had the
marriage discussion a few times before and…I know how you feel about it.”
“Just a
piece of paper.” She smiled brightly at him.
“I’d marry
you this second. You know that.” When she nodded, he continued. “And you know
that all you have to do is say the word. If you want to get married, I’ll call
a minister right now.”
“Giles…”
He looked
into her eyes and took a deep breath. “Buffy, do you want to marry me?”
“I feel
like I already have. Months ago. And…it is just a piece of paper. My mind
hasn’t changed on that.”
He nodded
slowly. “Okay.”
“But…”
A sparkle
of light flickered in his eyes. “But?”
She smiled
and lightly touched his face. “Do you think…maybe we could…I don’t know…wear
rings or something?”
“Rings?”
She nodded
slowly. “Like I said, I feel like I’m married to you. My heart is yours and I
don’t need a piece of paper telling me that we belong together. I mean, maybe
one day I’ll want to actually get married. But, for now…I’m happy with knowing
we’re together and having a baby.”
“But,
you’d like to wear a ring?”
“Your
ring, not a ring.” She moved her body into his arms and sighed softly. “I know
it’s silly…”
“It’s
not.” He replied in a whisper.
“No?”
“No.” He
leaned into her and kissed her lips.
“Giles?”
“Hm?” His
lips moved to her neck, placing tender kisses along her skin.
“We’re
going to be parents…”
He smiled
as he lifted his head. “Indeed, we are.”
“Who
woulda thunk it?”
He chuckled
and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “Me.”
“Really?”
He grinned
and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, logistically, yes.”
She
narrowed her eyes as she looked down at him. “Logistically?”
“Well, I’m
not sterile. And…you haven’t been on any form of birth control in a very long
time.”
A smile
slowly appeared on her face. “And we’ve never used condoms…”
“Logistically,
it was bound to happen sooner or later.”
“Did you
plan on getting me pregnant, Giles?”
He laughed
softly as he shook his head. “No. But, obviously…the idea of having children
with you was planted in my head at some point…or else, certain precautions
would have been taken, I’m sure.”
She gazed
down at him for a few moments and took a deep breath. “I’m in love with you,
you know?”
He brushed
his fingers through her hair and gently pulled her down for a kiss, murmuring
‘I know’ against her lips.
She sighed
softly as she broke the kiss and stretched across his body, laying her head
against his shoulder. He chuckled as he pulled the sheet up over them.
“Something
wrong with the mattress?”
She
grinned sleepily. “Big wet spot…it’s cold now. Besides…you’re comfier.”
He smiled
as she yawned and nestled into his embrace. “Buffy?”
“Mm?” She
mumbled.
“I’m in
love with you too.”
“Mm, I
know. G’night, Giles. Sleepy.”
“Goodnight,
Buffy.”
He
tightened his arms around her, feeling her drift off to sleep. He lay awake for
a while, listening to her soft breathing and thinking of the child she was now
carrying. He smiled and closed his eyes, kissing her forehead tenderly before
allowing sleep to take him.
-End
Though
this isn’t technically a songfic (in my opinion), these are the lyrics to the
two songs “written” by Giles. Obviously, they really weren’t. But, I chose to
let him write them for my own purposes.
The first
is the one he mentioned by name. The second is the one he sang to her.
I’m only
posting these in case you’re curious.
Pray Your
Gods
Toad the
Wet Sprocket
Fear
I will
give the secrets you request
And you
will be the one to sacrifice
So lay
your olive arms upon my breast
And sing
the poems, free the butterflies
Pray your
gods who ask you for your blood
For they
are strong and angry jealous ones
Or lay
upon my altar now your love
I fear my
time is short
There are
armies moving close
Be quick,
my love
I feel my
body weakened by the years
As people
turn to gods of cruel design
Is it that
they fear the pain of death
Or could
it be they fear the joy of life
Pray your
gods who hold you by your fear
For they
are quick and ruthless punishers
Or lay
upon my altar now your love
I fear my
day is done
There are
armies moving on
Be quick,
my love
Windmills
Toad the
Wet Sprocket
Dulcinea
I spend
too much time raiding windmills
We go side
by side
Laugh
until it’s right
There’s
something that you wont show
Waiting
where the light goes
Take the
darkest hour-break it open
Water to
repair what we have broken
There’s
something that you won’t show
Waiting where
the light goes
Maybe
anywhere the wind blows
It’s all
worth waiting for
Pull on
the borders to lighten the load
Tell all
the passengers we’re going home
I spend
too much time seeking shelter
World
without end couldn’t hold her
There’s
something that you won’t show
Waiting
where the light goes
Maybe
anywhere the wind blows
It’s all
worth waiting for
Anywhere
the wind blows
~ End