Title: The Confession
Author: Miss Witch
Email: misswitch@qwest.net
Rating: NC-17 ~ If you are not old enough to read this – Don’t!!
Summary: Buffy has her wisdom teeth taken out, and Giles takes care of her. 
Disclaimer: Everyone who thinks I own anything in the Buffyverse raise their hands. *looks around* Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh, wait, you, in the back… get a clue. Do I look like Joss?
Spoilers: Season 4, after Beer Bad
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, knock yourself out. If you don’t have my permission, you’ve just to ask.
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Author’s Note: This is in response to Kristin’s wisdom teeth challenge at BG Writer’s Muse. Buffy admits her feelings for Giles while on medication. I’ve met all of Kristin’s challenge requirements, which were, well, none. So, no problems there. Well, ok, one problem, which is the lack of Riley bashing, but I’ll get over it. As per her instructions, Riley and Olivia are non-issues.



“Buffy, can you hear me?” Through the haze that fogged her mind, Buffy could hear the soft, cultured voice speaking to her. She nodded her head, or at least thought she did. It was, in fact, a vague kind of head roll. Concerned, Giles turned to the doctor. “Is she quite all right?” he asked. The doctor nodded reassuringly as he scribbled furiously on a pad. 

“Buffy will be fine, eventually. It took an extraordinary amount of sedative to keep her under, plus two of the teeth were impacted, so we had keep her under longer than planned for that.” Unconvinced, Giles nodded, keeping an eye on Buffy as the doctor spoke. 

He could see her struggling to throw off the sedative, and he knew that with her Slayer metabolism, it wouldn’t take long. But until then, her gaze was unfocused and if the chair she sat in hadn’t had arms, Giles was sure she would’ve fallen out. The doctor ripped several sheets of paper off the pad and handed them to Giles. 

“Here are her prescriptions. The first is a mild antibiotic to stave off any infection, and the second is a painkiller. You’re going to want to fill that one right away.” the doctor said. “We really had to work to get those impacted teeth out. Buffy’s mouth will be very sore when the sedative and Novocain wear off.” 

Giles thanked the doctor as he tucked the paper in his pocket. Gently, he knelt in front of Buffy and captured her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. He placed his hands at her temples, avoiding her swollen jaw.

“Buffy?” he said, softly. “We’re going to go to the car now.” Buffy’s head bobbed her understanding. At least, Giles thought she did. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he helped Buffy stand. She leaned heavily against him as he guided her through the dentist’s office towards the parking lot.

The trip from the office to Giles’ car was too much for Buffy. In the mere minute it took Giles to shut the passenger door and walk around to the driver’s side, she’d fallen back asleep. Giles smiled fondly at her before starting the car. [Sleep’s the best thing for her, right now.] he thought. 

Sure that Buffy would sleep through any noise, Giles turned the radio on and softly sang along with the classic rock that flowed from the speakers. It didn’t take Giles long to maneuver though the mid-day traffic as he headed toward his apartment, stopping at a drive-thru pharmacy to drop off Buffy’s prescriptions. Joyce had been forced to leave town on a last minute business trip for the gallery, which would’ve left Buffy to fend for herself after her surgery. When he’d heard, Giles had insisted that Buffy stay with him while she recuperated. Joyce had hesitated to agree at first, but Buffy had convinced her that it was the perfect solution. 

Once they arrived at his apartment, Giles gently carried the still sleeping Buffy from the car, up to the loft and placed her on the bed.

“Giles.” she murmured in her sleep. Giles froze in place as she tossed her head, restlessly on the pillow. She settled back into sleep, and Giles eased his arms out from underneath her. He moved silently down the stairs, and in a low voice called Xander to run by the drug store to pick up Buffy’s prescriptions.

Xander assured Giles that he’d pick up Buffy’s medicine and bring it over. Hanging up the phone, Giles puttered quietly in the kitchen, brewing himself some tea. The clink of china on china was the only sound in the apartment.

Giles carried his tea into the living area and settled onto the couch with the latest best selling murder mystery. [Man cannot live on demonology texts alone.] he thought with a wry smile. Xander arrived a few minutes later, creeping quietly into the apartment with a small white bag. 

“The Buffster’s mom has got a great insurance plan.” Xander whispered to Giles. “It only cost ten bucks for the two of these.” He handed Giles the bag. Giles grinned as he checked the prescriptions, then handed Xander a ten-dollar bill.

“Thank you, Xander. I’ll let Buffy know you stopped by.” he said softly. Xander nodded as he ducked out the door.

“Tell her I hope she feels better.” 

Giles shut the door after assured Xander he would. In the loft, Giles could hear Buffy tossing restlessly in the bed. 

“Giles.” she called. Grabbing her prescriptions, Giles bounded up the stairs to find Buffy struggling to sit up in the bed. He set the medicine on the nightstand.

“Shhh.” Giles soothed her, helping her into a sitting position. “You should sleep.” Buffy shook her head groggily. 

“My face hurts.” she whimpered. “And my head feels all heavy.” Buffy dropped her head onto Giles shoulder. Giles rubbed her back to soothe her.

“It’s the sedative, Buffy. Don’t fight it. The more you sleep, the better you’ll feel.” he told her. Buffy snuggled closer to him, the medication lowering her inhibitions.

“You smell good.” she mumbled as she burrowed as close as possible. Giles reminded himself that she didn’t have full control of herself, that it was the medication that was making her so demonstrative. If she’d been in full control of her senses, Buffy would never touch him like this.

Buffy smiled to herself as she rubbed her cheek against Giles’ shoulder. This was the best part of these dreams as far as she was concerned. Oh, the dreams where they made mad, passionate love were always good, but they left her feeling frustrated for release after. Buffy nodded to herself. [Yes, the dreams where he just holds me are the best ones.] she thought to herself. Buffy’s hands began to roam over Giles’ chest. He felt so real. Buffy sighed. If it weren’t for the dull throbbing of her jaw, Buffy would have picked this as one of the best dreams ever.

Giles gave a sharp gasp and grew very still when Buffy’s hands began to roam his body. They traveled over his chest, caressing and kneading as they slid over his shirt. [Oh dear Lord.] he thought as her hands traveled downward. Giles bolted from the bed when one of her hands moved to his crotch and gave a squeeze. 

Without Giles to hold her up, Buffy crumpled limply onto the mattress. Rolling onto her back, she struggled with consciousness, shaking her head furiously. Giles watched her, his heart racing. Blinking, she lifted her head and looked at him.

“Giles? What’s going on?” she said, confused. Giles gave a sigh of relief that she didn’t seem to remember groping him. It was embarrassing enough that she’d obviously thought he was someone else. He didn’t need it spelled out for him that she didn’t find him attractive. Moving back to the bed, Giles helped Buffy sit up. 

“You’re still a little groggy from your surgery.” he explained yet again. Buffy winced. 

“My mouth hurts.” she whimpered. Giles reached for Buffy’s painkillers and a glass of water he’d put on the nightstand earlier. He shook a pill into his hand and held it out to Buffy, expecting her to take it from his hand. He wasn’t prepared for Buffy to bring his hand to her lips and tip the pill from his hand into her mouth. Giles swallowed hard as he brought the water to her parched lips. Buffy drank thirstily.

“Thanks Giles.” she said, smiling weakly. Giles helped her lay back on the pillows and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. Closing her eyes, Buffy slipped back into sleep. 

Downstairs, Giles closed his eyes and seriously debated taking a cold shower. The memory of Buffy’s hand in his lap caused a stirring in his groin. Shaking his head to clear it, Giles busied himself with the research he’d done on the commandos Buffy had spotted. 


After several hours of relative quiet, Giles heard Buffy moving restlessly in the bed above him. He raised his eyes to the loft as Buffy gave a low moan. Concerned, Giles made his way up the stairs. Buffy had twisted the sheet around herself. Her shirt had ridden up to just below her breasts, revealing the smooth skin of her stomach.

“Giles.” she moaned, obviously dreaming. Giles was about to wake her when she spoke again. “Oh yeah, right there Giles.” Buffy writhed in bed and Giles suddenly realized that she wasn’t calling out his name in fear. She was calling out his name in passion. “Giles, oh, yes.” Buffy panted, arching against the bed. “Love you so much, Giles.” [Oh dear Lord.] he thought, his groin stirring in response to her calling out his name with such ardor.

Giles turned and rushed back down to the living room. Moving things aside, he quickly unearthed the television he kept hidden from the others and turned it on, drowning out the passionate cries of his sleeping Slayer.




Buffy awoke to the sun streaming across her face. She felt a little hung over from the medicine, but otherwise fine. [Yay Slayer healing.] Groaning, she rolled over and buried her head in the pillow. [Mmmmm, Giles] she thought, inhaling his scent from the pillow. No wonder she’d dreamt of him all night, she was surrounded by the smell of him. Smiling lazily, Buffy allowed her memory to drift back through the fantasies her mind has conjured. She lingered over some of the more creative ones, holding the pillow close. [I wonder if that position is physically possible.] she pondered. Then there was the first one, when Giles was just holding her and she’d…

Buffy’s eyes popped open. [Oh my God!] Buffy sat up in the bed. [That wasn’t a dream!] Buffy covered her face with her hands, trying to come to grips with the fact she had totally molested Giles. True, she’d been completely messed up from all the medicine, but still…

Buffy threw off the covers and climbed out of bed. She wrinkled her nose as she realized she was still in the clothes from the day before. Buffy found her overnight bag and pulled out some clean clothes, holding them to her chest like a shield as she went downstairs. 

Buffy found Giles asleep on the couch, still dressed, a murder mystery lying open on his chest. On the floor, there was an empty bottle of Scotch, and Buffy fervently hoped that it hadn’t been full when he started.

Gently, so that she didn’t wake him, Buffy moved the book to the end table, carefully setting his glasses on top of it. She pulled the afghan from the back of the couch and covered him. Because she couldn’t resist, she bent down, placing a kiss on his forehead. Giles snuffled in his sleep as he tried to burrow into the couch. Buffy smiled, touching his hair lightly. 

Giles looked so much younger when he slept. The worry lines he’d developed were erased in slumber. Buffy trailed her fingers over his face, tracing his cheekbones, his nose. Want and need overwhelmed Buffy, and despite her better judgment, she leaned down and pressed her lips’ against Giles’.

Buffy was startled when Giles responded to her kiss, his mouth soft and mobile under hers. Pulling away in surprise, Buffy stared at him, expecting to see his green eyes watching her. Instead, she realized with keen disappointment that he was still asleep, and had probably just responded instinctually to her touch. Giles shifted restlessly, sending Buffy skittering away. Holding her things tightly, she dashed into the bathroom in case he woke up. Giles rolled over, sighing as he did.

“Buffy.” he murmured, trying to recapture the dream. Buffy had been kissing him and it’d been wonderful. Giles’ face furrowed into a frown, unable to hold onto the sensation, the memory fading like wisps of smoke. 

Giles became aware of a sound intruding on his dream. It sounded like rain. [That’s not right.] he thought. [It hardly ever rains.] Unable to stay asleep, Giles opened his eyes. The sound he’d interpreted as rain was the sound of the shower running. [Buffy must be up.] he realized. Giles’ head throbbed as he sat up, his foot knocking over the empty alcohol bottle. Picking up the bottle, Giles remembered that he’d started drinking after Buffy had orgasmed calling his name the night before. There was only so much any man could take.

The shower stopped running, and after a few moments, Buffy opened the door, clean and fresh faced. She walked softly into the living room, but halted when she saw Giles up and watching her.

“You’re awake.” she said brightly. A little too brightly, Giles thought. Buffy pointed at the bathroom. “I was just, um, showering.” she explained unnecessarily. 

“How do you feel?” Giles asked, dragging himself to his feet. He ran his hands through his hair. Buffy shuffled closer.

“Fine.” she assured him, looking at him curiously. “Slayer healing kicked in.” Buffy cocked her head. “How ‘bout you?” Giles looked up. He’d begun to tidy the couch, unable to look her in the eye. 

“Hmm?” he asked. Buffy tapped the Scotch bottle with her toe. “Oh, yes. I’m fine.” he assured her. Heart sinking, Buffy dropped her eyes to the floor. 

“Was it that bad, having me here?” she whispered. Giles snapped around to face her. 

“Of course not, Buffy.” he said, gently. He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed her arms. Buffy swallowed.

“It’s cause of what I did, isn’t it?” she asked. Confused, Giles dropped his hands. “That’s why you were drinking.” Giles pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t ready to deal with the tangled web that was his Slayer’s mind this early in the morning.

“Do you want some tea?’ he asked suddenly. Buffy shook her head, watching as Giles moved passed her. She watched in silence as Giles puttered in the kitchen, setting out cups as he waited for the water to boil. Buffy dropped her worn clothes on the couch and came over to the counter.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” she said, a note of desperation in her voice. “I know you don’t feel that way about me, and I never, ever would’ve grabbed. Um, I mean, touched you like that.” The words rushed out of her mouth, tumbling on top of each other. “But it was the medicine. I was just whacked out and I thought you were another dream. And the kiss, so ok, I wasn’t whacked out, but you were just lying there, looking so amazing and, and…” Buffy’s words stumbled to a halt. Giles was just staring at her, his face inscrutable.

The whistling of the kettle snapped Giles out of his trance. Snatching up the kettle, Giles poured the boiling water into the teapot to steep. Buffy watched him, panic rising in her throat. [Why doesn’t he say something?] she wondered frantically. A niggling voice in the back of her head began to taunt her, pointing out how badly she’d made things, that she’d never be able to set this right.

Giles’ thoughts moved a mile a minute through his head. Buffy’s confession had thrown him for a loop, and for the life of him, he didn’t know what to say. [Kiss? What kiss?] Giles lifted the teapot, pouring the steaming liquid into the cups. Obviously his Buffyspeak translation skills were on the fritz this morning. The only kiss had been… Giles gaze flew up to meet Buffy’s.

“You kissed me while I was asleep.” he said. He hadn’t meant it as an accusation, but that’s how it sounded to Buffy’s ears. She nodded miserably. 

“I’m sorry. I really am.” Giles set the teapot down.

“Why?” he asked softly. He meant why was she sorry, but Buffy, in her misery, misunderstood.

“I have these feelings for you.” she mumbled pathetically. “It’s kinda the reason I haven’t been around lately. I couldn’t be near you and not wanna…” Buffy trailed off. She risked a glance at him. He was staring at her, dumbstruck. Buffy took a deep breath. The cat was already out of the bag, so she figured she might as well admit all her crimes. “This morning, you looked so peaceful and I just couldn’t resist.” Buffy hung her head. “I’m sorry. I’ll go now.” 

Humiliated and devastated, Buffy shuffled over to the couch and gathered up her clothes. [I’m so not going to cry.] she thought pitifully. [At least not until I get back to the dorm.] Risking a glance over her shoulder, Buffy could see Giles still staring at her in shock. Tears welled in her eyes, and she sniffled quietly as she walked to the stairs, climbing them slowly.

Giles watched her walk away in stunned silence. His Slayer just admitted that she had feelings for him. Sexual, romantic feelings. He knew he should say something to her, anything, to let her know that it was ok, that he felt the same way. But her confession had sent him into a mind-numbed shock. Giles had never, ever, expected Buffy to feel this way about him. Even after the night before, he’d never thought… Giles had just figured that Buffy, well, had an active fantasy life and he’d just happened to be the subject of it. He’d assumed that Buffy would’ve shrugged it off as ew worthy in the morning.

Giles lifted his eyes to the loft as a soft sound floated down to him. Much to his horror, Giles realized Buffy was crying. Tea forgotten, Giles moved swiftly through the apartment, ascending the stairs two at a time.

Buffy sat on the edge of his bed, clutching his pillow to her chest. She’d buried her face in it in an attempt to muffle her sobs. She’d really tried to hold out until she’d left the apartment, but her broken heart overwhelmed her.

Noiselessly, Giles moved to her side and sat next to her on the bed. She looked up in surprise, her eyes red from crying. 

“I’m sorry.” Giles apologized gently. He slid his arm around her and pulled her close. 

“It’s not your fault.” Buffy said tearfully. “I shouldn’t have…” Giles shushed her.

“Let me finish.” he ordered tenderly. Buffy nodded her head against his chest. “I handled everything rather badly.” he admitted. “You were right. I was drinking because of you. But not for the reasons you think.” Giles took a deep breath. “Buffy, I…” Giles stopped and shook his head. “Last night, you had a rather… vocal dream.” he told her. Buffy closed her eyes in shame, glad that he couldn’t see her face. His voice dropped to a husky whisper in her ear. “It was rather erotic to listen to.”

“Oh God.” Buffy mumbled, bringing her hands to her face. Giles smiled and rubbed her back comfortingly. 

“It was everything I could do not to touch you.” he admitted softly. “But it wouldn’t have been right.” Buffy’s eyes grew wide at his words.

“Then you’re not disgusted with me?” she asked in wonder. She pulled away so that she could see Giles’ face. Giles shook his head.

“No, I just…” Giles searched for the right words. “thought it was an aberration. That I was part of the dream because I was the one you were thinking of at the moment.”

“No.” Buffy denied, vehemently. “I think about you all the time.” A blush colored her cheeks. Giles smiled as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. 

“Just for the record, Buffy.” he said. “I would’ve never held your… ah, actions last night against you. You were medicated and not thinking clearly.” 

“Oh.” Buffy said. She turned everything he’d said over in her mind. “You wanted to touch me?” Hope tinged Buffy’s voice. Giles moved restlessly, the image of Buffy writhing on the bed, calling his name, still crystal clear in his memory.

“Yes.” Buffy licked her lips anxiously. 

“Do you still want to touch me?” Giles grew still, and Buffy was afraid that she’d crossed the line.

“Lord, yes.” Giles breathed, his eyes bright with desire. Buffy smiled brightly, her despair forgotten. Boldly, she reached out and took Giles hand.

“Then do it.” she ordered, laying his hand on her breast. Giles stared at his hand, unable to believe that it was touching her so intimately. Slowly, he caressed her through the fabric of her shirt. Buffy closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. 

Giles reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and quickly pulled it over her head. He wanted nothing between him and Buffy’s skin. He made short work of her lace bra, tossing it across the room. Buffy shivered as the cool air met her hot skin.

Giles bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the pink nub. Buffy gasped in pleasure as he nipped at her skin. Her arms came around him, holding him close. 

“Lay back.” Giles words slid over her like silk, and Buffy could do nothing but obey. She scooted back so that her head was on a pillow, and she held her arms out invitingly. Giles crawled next to her, worshiping her breasts. He laved them with his tongue, sending ripples of pleasure through Buffy. The stubble on his chin scraped against her skin, heightening the sensations he was creating.

Giles began to kiss his way up Buffy’s chest, licking and biting her collarbone, her chin, her neck. His hands replaced his mouth one her breast, kneading the soft flesh. Buffy opened her eyes as he grew still and found him staring down at her.

“You are so beautiful. So perfect.” Buffy blushed at his words. Giles bent his head and traced Buffy’s lips with his tongue. Buffy tangled her fingers in his hair and leaned up, catching his mouth with hers. It was an urgent, hungry kiss. Giles could taste Buffy’s desire, and it filled him with a heady joy.

Sliding his hands to her jeans, Giles skillfully unsnapped and unzipped them, his mouth still feeding from Buffy’s. Buffy bucked beneath him as she felt his hand slide beneath her underwear to her core. Giles smiled against her lips as he slid a finger inside of her. She was wet and ready for him.

“Giles.” His name was torn from Buffy’s throat as he slid another finger into her sex, sliding into her, rubbing against the most sensitive part of her. Giles grinned at the primal need in her voice. 

“What do you want, Buffy?” he whispered, his hand pumping her urgently. Eyes wide, Buffy clawed at Giles’ back, trying to pull him closer.

“I want…” Buffy’s voice trailed off. Giles’ mouth had found her breast again, and she was awash in more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. Giles lifted his head, his hand growing still.

“What Buffy? What do you want?” he demanded. Gasping for breath, Buffy found her voice.

“I want you in me.” she told him. A blush stained her cheeks. “I want you to fuck me.” At her words, Giles rolled off the bed, stripping off his clothing as he did. Buffy watched in awe as he revealed his muscular body to her.

She’d known he was in shape. How could he not be, with all the training that they did together? But she’d had no idea how well put together he was. True his shoulders weren’t as broad as Angel’s or his stomach as flat as Parker’s had been, but, Giles was most definitely built.

Buffy found her gaze moving down from his chest and stomach [Chest hair, who knew?] to his straining erection. [Oh dear Lord] she thought. Even in her wildest fantasies, she’d never imagined him that big. [Wow!] Fascinated, Buffy sat on the edge of the bed. Cautiously, she reached out and touched him, her fingers feather light on his cock. Giles closed his eyes in pleasure. Growing ever bolder, Buffy wrapped her hand around him, sliding her hand along it’s length. 

Giles reached out and grabbed Buffy’s shoulder to brace himself. Buffy glanced up at him, unsure if she was pleasuring him. Giles looked down.

“Don’t stop.” Buffy smiled at his words, moving her hand a little faster. She wanted to drive him as crazy as he’d made her. Bending her head, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip. Giles groaned as her tongue swirled around him. His hand moved her head, guiding her as she licked her way up and down the hard shaft.

Giles was close, he could feel it. And this first time, he wanted to be buried inside her when he came. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Giles pulled Buffy’s head back roughly. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she snarled at the loss of his cock. Having him in her mouth had turned her on incredibly. Giles bent down and crushed her mouth under his. He could taste himself on Buffy’s tongue as she met his fierceness, returning his kiss with equal ferocity. 

Giles yanked Buffy’s jeans off, tossing them carelessly to the side. Her underwear soon followed. Giles slid his mouth along the smooth skin of Buffy’s legs, pausing at their juncture. Unable to resist, Giles slid his tongue inside her, lapping at her juices. Buffy arched off the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Giles moved his tongue faster, plunging it into her, giving her a glimpse of what was to come. 

Giles pulled away, feeling Buffy tensing.

“Oh no, not yet.” he whispered as she mewed in disappointment. 

“I’m so close.” she whimpered. Giles crawled slowly up her body, until his lips were inches from hers. 

“I know.” he soothed. “I know. I promise, it won’t be long.” Giles leaned over to the nightstand next to the bed. Giles’ hand rummaged blindly, before coming up with what he was looking for. Ripping the package open with his teeth, Giles sat back to roll the on the condom. Buffy reached out to help, but he gently batted her hands away. 

“Too close.” he whispered. Buffy smiled knowingly. Once the condom was on, Giles moved back to Buffy. She parted her legs, giving him the access they both craved. Guiding himself to her entrance, Giles bit his lip in concentration as he slowly sank into her. He rested his forehead on hers, feeling her breath pant across his skin. She murmured in his ear, encouraging him, telling him how good he felt inside her. He began to whisper back, about how tight she was, and how he wished they could stay like this. 

Giles knew he wouldn’t last long, not at this point. He was too close to the edge. He began to move in long, deliberate strokes, bracing himself on his elbows. Buffy rocked her hips in time with his, meeting his every thrust with one of her own. She looked down at their joined bodies, the sight of him driving into her bringing her closer to her release.

Giles’ pounded into her as he grew closer to his climax. Reaching down, he hooked his arm around Buffy’s leg, bringing it up over his shoulder.

“Come with me, baby.” he whispered. “Come with me.” The sudden change of angle was too much for Buffy. She went crashing over the edge of her orgasm, her eyes open wide. A keening wail rose from her throat as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. 

Above her, she heard Giles call her name before his mouth came down over hers. His whole body tensed as he climaxed. Buffy held Giles as tightly as possible as their bodies shuddered together. 

Buffy stroked Giles’ hair as they lay together, exhausted. She made a noise of protest as he pulled away, but he kissed her softly. Giles rid himself of the used condom, tossing it in the trash, before returning to her side.

“Buffy?” he whispered. Her name was full of unspoken questions. Buffy smiled.

“Will it always be like that?” she asked him, answering his question. Giles nuzzled against her, his eyes closing. 

“Better, I hope.” Buffy brought her hand back to his hair. Her eyelids drooped sleepily. 

“Better?” she whispered, as sleep began to claim her. “I can’t wait.” Closing her eyes, tucked next to Giles warm body, she snuggled closer. Giles wrapped his arms around her as sleep claimed them both, safe in the knowledge that there would be plenty of time for them later.

End.

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