Chapter Six

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"Buffy? Buffy Summers?"

They’d barely gotten in the door when the voice broke in. Giles saw Buffy cringe, but since she didn’t make any move to stop, he just gave her hip a squeeze and they kept walking.

It didn’t work.

"Buffy!"

Buffy groaned. She knew that voice. That was Jennifer - the girl who used to follow her around like a puppy at Hemery. The girl who stole Tyler. Possibly the most annoying woman on earth. Worse than Harmony.

Standing right in front of Buffy wearing a Playboy Bunny costume.

"Hey, Jen" Buffy smiled and leaned into Giles, who regarded Jennifer with a bored look. Jennifer smiled back.

"Hi, Buffy! I didn’t expect *you* to be here.."

Buffy raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment, though the implication was obvious...what was Buffy Summers doing at an exclusive party at the country club?

*Giles* heard the tone though, and decided to have some fun.

"Well, they couldn’t very well not invite us, could they? They’d be taking a rather big chance by doing that"

Jennifer’s smile only faded a bit, but Buffy saw it.

"And you are?"

"Ripper" He didn’t elaborate, more because he didn’t get a chance. He’d have loved taking this conceited snob down a peg or two, but Spike showed up with a drink in his hand.

"Oi, Ripp, Willow’s got a question for ya, mate" He saw Jennifer and smiled. "E’llo then, who’s this?"

"Spike, don’t"

"Ah, c’mon now, Slayer, I ain’t doing anything"

"And you won’t be, either. Go talk to Xander and Anya"

Spike scowled but walked away. Giles leaned down and absently gave Buffy’s cheek a kiss before heading towards Willow, only realizing he’d done it three steps later. She stared after him with a small smile on her lips.

Jennifer’s voice snapped her back to attention. "So. Buffy. What are you doing these days?" The other girl was trying hard to keep her voice even...she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this nervous. That guy had called her ‘Slayer’...

The slayer smiled. "College. I go to UC Sunnydale. A bunch of us do, actually"

"Oh. Who’s ‘us’?"

"The Slayer’s Circle" Buffy smiled and turned away from Jennifer’s shocked face. Scanning the crowd, she saw Giles talking to the ex-history teacher from high school...ex, of course, only because the school itself was no longer there....

She sidled up to him. "Hey"

Giles smiled down at her and wrapped his arm possessively around her waist again. "Hello to you too. Did you get rid of her?"

Buffy shrugged. "Best I could do under the circumstances" She tilted her head at her former teacher and smiled. "Hi, Mr. Swerin"

"Ehm...Ms. Summers" The teacher looked decidedly nervous and was playing with his glass of punch a bit. He was dressed up as a Mariachi player, and Buffy had to stifle a giggle. It didn’t suit him at all...he looked like a beached whale in a sweater.

"So, what are you doing with yourself these days, Rupert?"

The smile he gave was all Ripper. "This and that. I have a few investments" He looked down at Buffy and gave a heart stopping smile that had her thinking naughty things. "It leaves me time for...other things"

"I see" The portly man stumbled over his words a bit and downed his punch. Then he held up his glass. "I must get a refill"

"Of course"

Buffy giggled at the man’s hasty retreat. "I think you scared him"

"Good. Pillock used to come in and make lewd comments about Jenny. Even after."

Buffy’s face got dark. "Why didn’t you hit him?"

Giles frowned. "Then, or tonight?"

"Either"

"I suppose because it wouldn’t change him. While he would stop bothering me, I don’t know who he would turn on next. I’d rather take the abuse then risk having it unleashed on someone who couldn’t handle it" He looked around the room and spotted Willow and Oz in the middle of a conversation with some of their high school peers and got a wicked grin.

"Feel like stirring up some trouble, luv?"

Buffy looked up at him and laid her head on his shoulder. "As opposed to what we’ve been doing so far?"

He just grinned again. "This? This isn’t trouble. You haven’t *seen* trouble yet, luv"

Chapter Seven

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Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Ok, so what *is* trouble, then?"

Giles simply smiled and led her over to the witch. She was leaning into her werewolf who had a possessive arm around her waist. The other hand was in his pocket, but he was obviously not bored. In fact, if Buffy could have guessed, she’d say that the wolf was very close to surfacing.

Probably not a good idea.

They got there and Willow sent Buffy a pleading look. Oz was dangerously close to an actual expression.

"Hey guys. What’cha talkin’ about?"

A woman in a full body catsuit turned around and Buffy recognized one of Harmony’s posse from school. "We were just discussing the fact that everyone in school was right about you people?"

Giles raised an eyebrow. "About what, exactly?"

"You’re all in a gang"

Buffy giggled. "I see. We’re *in* a gang. That indicates that we aren’t a gang in of ourselves" She looked up at Giles who had a very Rippery smile on his face.

"You’d think that if you knew, you would have been nicer"

The girl frowned. "What do you mean? You’re all losers"

"At least she’s not afraid to say it to our faces" Oz definitely had an expression on his face. It wasn’t a good one.

"Why would I be?"

Ripper let go of Buffy and took a small step forward. The girl’s eyes widened but she didn’t back away.

"You’d think that if you knew how dangerous we were, you wouldn’t have pushed us. Especially tonight, when we have nothing to hide from"

This time the girl *did* back up. Ripper took another step forward, but Buffy’s hand on his arm stopped him.

"Ripper"

He didn’t take his eyes of the Cat girl. "Yes?"

"This is a nice place. Let’s just ask her to leave, rather than make a scene?"

Giles seemed to consider that for a second before nodding. "Perhaps that would be best" He still hadn’t broken eye contact with the other girl, and she was already measuring the distance to the door.

Oz stepped forward. "I hear there’s a nice party at the Bronze tonight. Everyone who didn’t get an invite to this will be there. Why don’t you go?"

The girl tore her eyes from Giles and stared at the werewolf. She swallowed and nodded.

"Good"

The four of them watched her make her way to the foyer, claim her jacket and leave. A guy approached her, but Spike, who’d been watching from the sidelines, sidled up to him and managed to distracted him long enough for the girl to get outside.

The door closed and Buffy collapsed into a fit of giggles.

"I can’t believe we did that!"

Willow had a hand covering her mouth. Oz just stared at the door darkly.

"Oz?"

The boy looked back at Giles and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded. "I just don’t like when they go after my Willow"

Buffy smiled. "Good. Because, as we all know, she isn’t good at defending herself against that"

"Hey!"

**

"What are you doing out here?"

Buffy turned around at his voice and smiled. "Just looking at the view" She gestured at the town, spread out underneath the balcony they were on. "It’s so peaceful"

"It is. Hard to believe, isn’t it?"

She grinned up at him. "What? That we have the highest statistical death rate in the country?"

"Quite" Giles stepped forward and leaned against the railing with her.

"So, where’s all that trouble you promised me"

"Hmm?"

Buffy looked over. He was really gorgeous, leaning over the rail. His eyes were half closed, enjoying the breeze. Buffy had a sudden urge to just...

[Stop it! Not here.]

"You said I hadn’t seen trouble yet. I want to know where the trouble you promised me is"

Giles smiled. "I believe that it should start in about.." He looked down at his watch, "...oh, ten minutes?"

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

"You’ll see, luv"

"Why is this making me distinctly nervous?"

Giles shrugged. "Everyone was talking about it, but no one was sure. This is just a way to...make up our minds, I suppose"

Buffy frowned for a minute, and then her eyes closed. "Just...promise me you didn’t invite some gang here so we could have a fight?"

She opened her eyes to see Ripper smiling back at her.

"Giles!"

Chapter Eight

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"Just...promise me you didn’t invite some gang here so we could have a fight?"

She opened her eyes to see Ripper smiling back at her.

"Giles!"

"Well, they were coming to Sunnydale tonight anyway. I didn’t think we’d have to worry about them here, but after what’s been going on tonight.."

Buffy sighed. "Giles, how did you get them to come?"

"I dropped a few hints to a few friends"

"Well. That’s nice and vague"

"Alright...would, ‘I cast an attracting spell’ be better?"

"Giles!"

"What? Buffy, we’re a gang. We don’t have to act like it for it to be true. In high school, we were a gang. There’s no way around it. We worked together, backed each other up, and tended to break a few laws. The theft of a rocket launcher comes to mind"

Buffy bit her lip. "How come we didn’t know?"

"Because in this society, a gang has to be something specific for it to get recognition. If you were aware of it, it would have been entirely possible that the traits would have developed on their own, and with Heir Snyder in command, that didn’t seem like a good idea. Besides, I only started noticing it towards the end of last year"

"So, now you *want* us to look like a street gang?"

Giles cocked his head. "Well, I actually hadn’t given it much thought until tonight. But...yes. I think it would be helpful. I think it would allow us to work without as much suspicion. If it’s known that we are a gang, then what we do will simply be lumped into that. No one will bother figuring it out, because there will be a ready explanation at hand"

Buffy glared. "I hate that that makes sense"

Her watcher grinned wryly. "So sorry"

"Ok, so when this other gang shows, we do what?"

"I imagine we’ll tell them to get the hell out of our town, and probably kick them out. What, you think we can’t?"

"They’ll have guns"

"Buffy, you’ve fought an evil watcher that could shoot lightning from her hand. A gun scares you?"

Buffy stuck out her tongue and Giles chuckled. "It’ll be fine"

She shook her head and started back inside. "Sure, he says that now, but when we’re in jail, what will he say?"

Following her, Giles slipped an arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. "He’ll ask the nice Vampire Slayer to please bend the bars and get us out"

"Ha"

Chapter Nine

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When they got inside they were accosted by Willow, Oz and Spike.

Willow was panicked. "There’s a gang here from LA. They’re in the parking lot"

"We know"

Spike raised an eyebrow at Buffy. "You didn’t have something to do with this, didja, Slayer?"

She shook her head and motioned to Giles, who had a Rippery grin on his face as he watched the gang approach through the front window.

"Giles?"

Buffy smirked at her watcher and left him to explain to Willow while she went to find Xander and Anya. Predictably, they were behind a plant in the foyer, making out, completely oblivious to the world around them.

Though, Buffy knew that a vampire wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on them. On the other hand, if they were going to be fighting gangs now, too....

"Hey"

Xander jumped a mile. "God Buffy! You gotta stop scaring me like that! Every time I see my life flash before my eyes, I get depressed"

Buffy giggled. "Well, there’s this thing going on.."

"There’s a thing going on?"

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Xander, Anya and Buffy made it back to the main room exactly fifteen seconds before the other gang. Buff stopped next to Giles with a bewildered look on her face. [Other gang? Since when did I start thinking of us as a gang?]

She snapped back to attention the minute the first ‘enemy’ walked through the door, and Giles looked down just in time to see her go into Slayer Mode. It was always a sight to behold. Her eyes narrowed and her breathing evened out as she readied for battle.

[Alexander the Great had nothing on my Buffy.]

"So, this is the big party. In Sunnydale. Cute town" The scraggly haired guy turned to another guy about twenty wearing a jean jacket and a stocking cap. "What’da think, Ger? Can we keep it?"

Buffy steeped forward. "I might have a problem with that"

‘Ger’ raised an eyebrow and gave her a once-over, whistling appreciatively and making Giles growl a bit. "Nice. Very nice. I think at the very least, we oughta keep *her*"

Buffy smiled. "Ger, was it?" He nodded and stepped towards her once, a leer on his face. "Well, normally I’d kick your ass for a comment like that, but I think you just pissed of Ripper, so I’ma let him. You don’t mind, right? I don’t want you to be insulted that I’m not doing it myself"

"Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be doing *it* by yourself anymore" He started to move closer to her again but was stopped by a very strong hand around his throat.

"You will leave now. I will not ask again"

Spike appeared behind Ger and raised his hand in a mock request to speak. "Not to split hairs, but that didn’t sound like you were *asking* now. The least we can do is be polite"

"Right" Xander looped a protective arm around Anya and nodded. "After all, they’re guests in our town"

Giles cocked his head for a moment before nodding back. "You’re right. That was rude" He let go of Ger’s neck, smoothed down his jacket and straightened his stocking cap. "I apologize. Would you please leave before we have to hurt you?"

Ger shook his head. "Don’t think so" He pulled out a gun. Buffy rolled her eyes and stepped forward. Slayer speed coming in handy, she had the gun before Ger had any clue what’d happened.

"Oh! Nice gun!" She spoke like a child who’d been given a Christmas gift early. Giles chuckled and slipped an arm around her, cupping her hip.

"That’s not yours, give it back"

Buffy pouted up and him and Giles was hard pressed to repeat himself in the face of that...that lower lip. But he did. "Buffy.."

"Fine" She tossed the gun to Xander who snapped out the clip before lobbing it at Ger. Ger fumbled to catch it but managed not to drop it.

Anya jumped excitedly in Xander’s arms. "Do I get to kill someone? I haven’t gotten to kill anyone since last year when Giles broke my.." Xander clamped a hand over her mouth and shook his head, making a face.

"Ahn.."

She rolled her eyes.

Ger looked at her for a minute before nodding. "You know, we didn’t know we’d be stepping on toes here. Usually, I’d say we should fight this out, but.."

"But?!" The scraggly guy who’d spoken when they first came in looked at Ger in shock. "Are you nuts? You’re just gonna let them have.."

"Yes" Ger shot a warning look at his friend. "Back off"

The other guy scowled, grabbed the arm of some girl he’d come in with and headed back out to the parking lot. Ger turned to Giles.

"We’re leaving" He narrowed his eyes. "Just stay out of LA"

Giles smirked. "Too late"

"I. Beg. Your. Pardon?"

Xander rolled his eyes. "It’s called ‘Angel Investigations.’ Look it up" He smiled. "Tell Cordelia that the party was just great. She’ll be wondering"

Ger’s eyes shot daggers at Xander as he backed out of the room. He really wanted to pound that piece of shit, but he couldn’t do it tonight, when they were ready. He’d need the element of surprise. So he just nodded and left, taking his disbelieving gang with him.

Buffy watched them go with an interesting look on her face. "You know they’re coming back, right?"

Giles nodded. "I saw it"

A security guard came into the room and raised his eyebrows. The whole room was focused on the Scoobies standing in the entryway. Someone at some point had turned off the music. No one was talking.

"Ok, what’s going on?"

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AN: This is a *very* long chapter, at least compared to the others in this series, which are actually pretty short by my standards, but I can't help it! I write long sex scenes. I tend to be very thorough.

And this *is* a sex scene. Put the kids to bed, make sure the boss isn't looking or that the husband is in the other room. This is guaranteed to make your office windows steam.

I know one thing about my writing. If there's anything I can write, it's sex. :-)

Anyway, this is intense. At least, according to my beta, who only reads my B/G, so she has no experience with my sex scenes, as this is the first B/G I've posted....

Well, you have been warned.

Chapter Ten

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Three hours later the party broke up. The security guard was a Sunnydale high graduate, so a few words from Buffy about ‘you don’t want to know’ pretty much did it for an explanation for him. The party itself could have kept going, and in any other town it would have, but this was Sunnydale, and even those not in the know hit a certain time at night and wanted to go home.

Oz dropped everyone off at their dorms and then headed over to Giles’. He watched the Watcher get out and wasn’t going to say anything, but changed his mind just before the door slammed shut.

"Don’t hurt her"

Giles head whipped around and he met the werewolf’s eyes.

"I won’t"

"Good. Because if you do, I know I’m not the only one who’ll be pissed"

Giles nodded and after a moment, he closed the door. He watched until the van disappeared before going inside. Once the door had slammed shut behind him, he sighed and leaned against the wall. Watching Buffy get out of the van at her dorm room and not inviting her home was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. But he didn’t want to rush her.

"Hey"

He jumped a mile at the voice and instinctively reached for the knife in his jacket before he heard a distinctive giggle.

"You don’t need that. Unless you’re thinking something really, really kinky"

Giles’ head snapped up and he squinted. It was dark, but he could just make her out in the corner. She was still in ‘costume’, though it seemed they’d be wearing these clothes more often, which was really fine by him. Her arms were crossed behind her back, and she was leaning against the wall. This stance caused her breasts to be very prominent, and Giles forced himself to focus on her face, as Latin translations had stopped working some time ago.

Problem was, these days just seeing her smile was enough. God, she was beautiful...

"What are you doing here?" He glanced at the door. "And how did you get here so fast?"

Buffy smirked. "I’ll ignore the first question, because that’ll be clear enough pretty soon. As to how I got here so fast, Giles, ever hear of ‘Slayer speed’? Isn’t it in the book definition? ‘One girl with the strength and speed’?"

"Skill. ‘Strength and skill’"

Buffy shook her head and took a coy step forward. Giles swallowed. "I’m sure it was speed. Anyone can have the skill. I mean, Watchers are supposed to be trained with the skills, right?" She had been walking towards him as she spoke and was now right in front of him. She put one hand on his chest and raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile playing at her lips.

"What other skills do they teach you, Giles?"

"Those aren’t taught by the council" His voice was rough and the fact that he felt her shudder in response alerted him to the truth that she was indeed pressed up against him. It wasn’t a dream.

"But I know you have them" She smoothed her hands over the t-shirt he wore, reveling in the muscles underneath. "I heard my mother thinking about it when I had psychic power. In what I’m fairly certain were glowing terms" She cocked her head. "Giles? What’s a stevedore?"

Gathering his wits again, Giles looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know?"

"Giles, I’ve been wanting to ask you that question since I first saw you in these damn jeans three days ago"

He growled. Yes, he actually *growled*! Buffy didn’t have time to appreciate that fact, however, because she found herself thrown over his shoulder and staring at his ass.

His ass in those jeans. She wasn’t really willing to struggle.

Then they were upstairs and she was on her back on the bed and it barely registered that she’d been thrown there because he was stripping off his jacket while toeing off his boots and then...

Oh, god...

There went the shirt.

For some reason, Buffy’s eyes followed the garment as it was thrown across the room. She watched it land in the corner before turning to her watcher and taking in an audible breath.

The scars on his chest were rugged. They didn’t make him seem old, but instead like a soldier. Strong and manly. She dimly remembered thinking that Angel had managed to retain a few scars, and that she’d liked it, but she didn’t dwell on it tonight. She loved them both, always would. One would always own a part of her soul, and one was her partner in destiny.

But one she couldn’t have. Which was, really, probably a good thing, because at this moment, Buffy was fairly certain she wouldn’t have been able to make a choice.

Giles watched her with a raised eyebrow as she lay on the bed, propped up on her elbows, and openly ogled his chest. He wasn’t ashamed of it, and, as a matter of fact, hadn’t really thought about how she would react to his battle-scarred body.

It was just as well, because he’d have worried, and if her face was any indication, Buffy *liked* scars.

She watched wide-eyed as he moved to the foot of the bed and knelt on it. She was keenly aware that he hadn’t removed his pants and that she was fully dressed, but that thought gave way about a second later when he started crawling up the bed like a tiger stalking his prey. The heat between her legs got decidedly wetter, and Buffy squeezed her thighs together to stop it from leaking out.

Giles raised an eyebrow again at that and, his knees on either side of her clenched legs, leaned forward and slowly traced her mouth with his tongue. Buffy moaned and arched her back, trying to push him into a real kiss, but he chuckled and pulled away from her lips. He didn’t pull out of her face, however. In fact, he started moving towards her, subtly forcing her to lie flat on the bed.

When her back met the comforter, Giles pulled away. Buffy whimpered and tried to follow, but he put one hand on her shoulder to hold her down. Then he eased back, slowly kissing his way down her stomach. The kisses were light, his lips barely brushing the skin, until he met the top of her leather pants. He pressed another, firmer kiss just above the clasp of her belt before sliding off the end of the bed. He hooked his hands just under her knees and pulled her so her legs bent at the knee at the edge of the bed, her feet dangling.

Buffy whimpered at him again, but didn’t make any move to get up. She turned her head to look around herself as Giles took one foot and slowly started to unlace the boot. He slid the shoe off and then the sock, and then bent to kiss the top of her foot. Then he took the other foot and repeated the process.

When both feet were bare he rose up on his knees and smoothed his hands up the outside of her legs, his eyes devouring as he went, until he reached her hips. He let his fingers trail across the front of her hips until they met the clasp of her metal loop belt, and he deftly undid it and slid it out from under her.

He let his hands rest on her hips and met her eyes, waiting for her to stop him. She didn’t.

His hands delved beneath her and she closed her eyes at the feel of his warm hands on her ass. A second later she felt him find the hidden zipper to her pants. He drew it down so slowly, Buffy thought she might go insane before he got it undone. Then his hands were at her waist and he was pulling the expensive material over her hips and down her legs.

When his hands smoothed up her legs the second time, this time on bare skin, Buffy’s whole body bucked at the sensation. She heard Giles chuckle, but he didn’t stop his long, flowing movements. This time, instead of stopping at her waist, he rose up onto his knees on the floor and his hands smoothed under her shirt.

Buffy knew the instant he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Giles left his hands just below her arms, his thumbs brushing the swell of her breasts, and took a deep, calming breath. All night. At the party. In the van. When that punk was ogling her. She hadn’t been wearing a thing under that thin silk shirt.

The idea caused him to be very thankful he’d decided to wear underwear when dressing that night. The zipper on his jeans would have been very painful right about now, without.

He stayed there for a moment, staring down at her, his thumbs stroking a lazy pattern on her skin. Buffy licked her lips and Giles moaned. He leaned in and kissed her, this time the way he could feel she wanted. Hard. Deep. He swept his tongue into her mouth, not asking for entry but taking it and was rewarded with an intoxicating mewling sound from the beautiful blond underneath him.

His hands slid across her skin to her bare back and he traced them back down to her waist, never lifting his mouth from hers. A mouth that Buffy had never imagined was so sensual.

Somehow she knew she’d never watch him eat the same way.

He took hold of her shirt and lifted it over her head, pulling away from her mouth only for the second needed to move the silk past. Buffy was fairly certain that even in the movies it didn’t go this smoothly, but she wasn’t going to question it.

Besides, it was moving smoothly because of him. Maybe the guys in the movies just weren’t as good?

She dropped her head back onto the bed as he started to kiss down her collar bone, darting his tongue out every once in a while. When he reached her breastbone he stopped and pressed a full kiss to it, muttering something in what sounded like Latin. Or, it might have been Greek.

"What?"

Giles didn’t look up to answer.

"Loosely translated, I said, ‘from here our savior is born.’ This is the center of your power, of your strength. This.." he placed another kiss on her breastbone, "This is what you draw on. This power. As a shaman does a full moon" Pressing a last kiss to her skin, he started to move down her again, brushing feather-light kisses against her before settling in between her breasts. He didn’t touch, just breathed her in, and then turned his head and took her left nipple between his lips and gently sucked. Buffy moaned and lifted her arms, threading her fingers through his hair, holding his head in place as though she were afraid that if she let go, he’d leave. He didn’t, however, simply continued to suckle as his other hand came up and cupped the weight of her right breast in his hand. His thumb brushed lightly against the nipple, and then he moved his head to repeat the gesture on the other side.

Buffy just lay there, her hands in his hair, and let the sensations wash over her.

After a few minutes of alternating breasts, Giles let go of them and continued his journey down her body, again brushing feather-light kisses against her skin. He couldn’t seem to go slow enough. The very texture of her skin, the feel of it under his lips, was entrancing him, and he didn’t think he would ever get tired of worshiping her body like this, but her restless shifting broke through the haze and he realized he was getting farther from teasing and closer to torture. He moved a little faster, reaching the top of her panties a minute later after dipping his tongue into her bellybutton. His hands came up to slid the scrap of black satin off. He sat up to pull them over her legs, and then smoothed his hands up her legs one more time, this time hooking his hands under her knees and planting her feet on the foot of the bed.

He buried his nose in her warm belly for a moment, breathing her in before he moved down and settled between her luscious legs. He gave a small nip to the skin just above her clit and Buffy’s hips bucked. Giles grinned and let out a soft chuckle before wrapping his arms around her thighs to rest on her hips and hold her still. When she’d calmed a bit, he gave another lick to the same spot, and then began to nibble on her outer lips. Buffy tried to move her hips closer after a few seconds of this new teasing, but Giles managed to hold her still. She was fairly certain that it was due to the fact that her Slayer strength had been very successfully drained by the pool of desire her watcher’s mouth was now dancing around.

After a minute or two, Giles gave a long slow lick, delving between her outer lips to her inner ones and brushing her entrance. Buffy moaned but didn’t try to move again. Her hands were twisting into the comforter, and her legs were wrapped around Giles’ head, her feet pressed into his shoulder blades.

Giles flicked his tongue into her passage and began making shallow circles in and out, coming up every now and then to give a small lick to her clit. The first time his tongue touched the bundle of nerves, Buffy’s whole body jerked, and after that her hips started making small movements, following his long tongue, but not moving enough that Giles bothered to stop her.

Soon he had Buffy whimpering loudly, her eyes closed tight, her body tensed and straining towards release.

"Giles!"

He smiled into her and slid one hand off her hip. The arm snaked around and two fingers entered her, sinking deep into her warm passage as he latched onto her clit and sucked strongly, curling the fingers inside her up to find the small swell of flesh inside her. When he did and then started to flick his tongue over her clit in his mouth, Buffy’s eyes snapped open and her mouth opened in a wordless scream as the orgasm suddenly slammed through her, making her back arch off the bed and her legs tighten around Giles’ head.

He didn’t release her clit until her body relaxed back into the bed. His fingers stopped stroking her and he gently eased them out of her and slid them into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he tasted her, and then opened them to smiled at her as he took his fingers out of his mouth and licked his lips.

Buffy was breathing very hard and watching him through half closed eyes. She’d never come that hard and was almost nervous at the smile he was giving her. She wasn’t actually sure she could take any more. Her whole body was throbbing from her release, and she was relatively sure that if he touched her clit it would be much to sensitive.

But what really scared her was the fact that, really, they were just getting started. And Giles was still wearing his pants. But as she watched, he took care of that problem.

He slowly stood and unbuckled the woven leather belt before unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans. He slid them down his legs, taking his boxers with them, and Buffy audibly gasped.

And then gasped again as her ‘too sensitive’ core decided that it was *definitely* ready for more action. She hadn’t actually thought she could get turned on again so fast, but apparently, she was wrong.

Giles moved up her again, but this time he slid his hands onto her waist and pulled her with him so that she was once again lying full on the bed. He lay down next to her and propped himself on one arm while with the other he ran a hand through her hair. His voice was a whisper.

"God, but you’re beautiful"

Buffy blushed and looked down, but he caught her chin and raised it, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You are. You’re breathtaking. A goddess" He smiled and moved his hand back to her hair. "Do you have any idea how long I’ve been in love with you?"

Buffy bit her lip and Giles leaned forward to take it into his mouth. He sucked on it gently and then laved the place where she’d bitten, running a hand down her flushed body. Moving over her, he settled onto his elbows, bent by her head, and began kissing down her shoulder.

Buffy raised her knees to cradle him and felt his tip at her entrance. She moaned.

"Please, Giles. In me"

Giles raised his head to meet her eyes. "Condom?"

"Pill"

They stared into each other for a moment before he nodded, and slowly eased into her. This time they both moaned, and Buffy wrapped her legs around him, sending him deeper and causing her to whimper.

He started an easy motion, pulling out halfway and easing in again, but Buffy had other ideas. She’d had enough slow. She clenched her legs, forcing him into her, and arched her back as the movement caused him to hit her cervix.

Giles moaned and slammed into her again, causing the same reaction from his Slayer. She arched her hips to meet him, and soon they were causing the bed to thump against the wall in their efforts to get even closer together.

Soon Buffy started to shake, and Giles sucked on her neck as one hand snaked between them to worry her clit. A minute later she screamed, this time loudly, and called his name as her passage tightened on his cock.

Giles swore in about five different languages as he felt his control slip away when her slayer-strong muscles started clenching and releasing around him. His cry of ‘Buffy’ was not far behind, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, his forehead pressed into her shoulder.

After a few moments to regain his senses, Giles gathered her close and rolled over, pulling her with him. He reached under himself and pulled the comforter over them both.

Buffy settled her head on his chest and sighed deeply. Neither said anything for a long time, but as Giles was just falling asleep, he heard her "I love you too"

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