Title: Blame the Candy - part 1

Author: Rippertish

Pairing: Buffy x Ripper / Buffy x Giles (possibly)

Genre: Angst, Romance

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor its characters. I do not make any profits out of this. I'm only borrowing them for a little wee while until I finish this fan fiction and borrow them for another.

Summary: This fan fiction is based upon the episode "Band Candy". It picks up where Buffy shows her mom the damaged car. Ripper and Buffy have a little talk. She doesn't get to talk much though. What will Giles think of that?

Note: Big thank you to MusoukaS for the amazing beta.

Warning!

The rating will change into M in future chapters soon or later.

Joyce looked at her car and couldn't believe what Buffy was showing her.

"What d'hell did you do to my car? Are you nuts?" Joyce loudly said as she headed to the car to inspect the damage from a closer look.

Taking the opportunity, Buffy grabbed Giles by the arm and dragged him into a close-by alleyway. Ripper, on the other hand, found it very amusing to see how he was being dragged to the hidden and dimmed spot.

"Giles, listen to me. You need..."

"No, you listen to me. I'm your Watcher, so you do as I tell you. Now, sod off!" Ripper blew his cigarette smoke right at her.

Buffy yanked the cigarette from him, threw it down on the ground and stomped it out.

"What's your problem, hm? Meself and your mum can't have a little bit of fun?"

"Ow... The problem is that there's a major bad thing going on... and besides, this whole making-out between you two is just so wrong!"

"Why wrong, Slayer?"

"Because it's you... and my mom!", she said as if it explained everything.

"'cause you don't get to play with us?", Ripper said, smirking to her.

"Ewwwww..."

"Tsc, tsc, tsc, I see...," he grinned as he played with a strand of her soft blond hair, "you want me just for you, Luv?"

Buffy snorted and removed her hair from his hands.

"Hey, calm down, Shortcake, there's enough Ripper for everybody," he said as he opened his arms, inflating his chest out.

Buffy caught herself staring at his chest, which was hugged by the white t-shirt and his unhidden, yet strong biceps.

'Hm, never noticed that Giles had such a yummy body under all that tweed...', she thought and shook her head to get rid of the images. She started to make her way out of the alley. She'd given up on him. It was pointless to reason with a 16-year-old-tick-tack-boom Giles.

However, Ripper came after her, circling around her and stopping her in her track, "C'mon, it's clear as water that you like what you see. You are lusting after your Watcher. And I can tell ya, you're gonna love what these hands can do to you".

He held his hand up, wickedly showing her the palms as the fingers moved forwards and backwards.

"I'm not a book, Giles. I doubt you can do much for me," she said as she gave him a mockingly dry grin.

He started to hover above her, lowering himself exactly so above her that she had no other choice than to stumble backwards, now noticing the dark brick wall right behind her, "I could turn you inside out if I wanted to, literally. You wouldn't know what'd hit you".

All this close proximity and his new behavior caught her by surprise. Ripper could tell by her expression that she'd already regretted teasing him. Not him, really, his shy librarian self. But he and Giles were kind of best mates, and she wouldn't get easily out of this one.

She had her back to the wall and had a very seductive, self-confident man approaching her, getting closer and closer. Buffy couldn't move, her body was captivated by her confused mind. She swallowed hard and stared at his chest.

Ripper grinned wickedly again and brought his mouth close to her ear. "Do you wanna know what I do to a book when I take it to bed?", his voice was low and husky as he spoke.

Buffy gasped and looked up, meeting his eyes. Shock, disbelief and a weird rush of desire cursed through her spine.

"It might be selfish, Luv, but sometimes we have no other alternative than to choose a book by its cover." He gave her an appreciative glance up and down, it was piercing her slowly and she could see the hunger in his eyes.

"Then, we just have to make sure that the cover has a good texture. You know, so that it feels nice to the touch," he traced up her arms in a featherlike caress.

She gasped at the contact and her eyes snapped shut.

"You know how I like to treat my books well, keeping them warm...," he drifted off, placing his hands on the rough wall above her head, he then leaned in again, a bit closer this time, covering her small body with his heat until they were only a few mere inches apart, he finished his statement with a warm whisper into her ear, "and wet!"

'And wet?,' she thought, 'oh God, oh God!'

If she still had any doubts concerning the fact that he wasn't really talking about a book, this definitely clarified her thoughts. It actually complicated her mind even more and, involuntarily, she felt herself becoming just as he'd described; warm and wet.

"I like to take my time to undress and expose every tangled sentence and I'm the only one allowed to run a pair of eyes across the naked pages," he repeated, "the only one."

She still had her eyes closed, but she could hear in his tone of voice and heavy breathing that he was picturing her completely naked. His breath smelled like cigarettes and scotch, and she'd never imagine that such a mixture would turn her on this way.

He placed his head in her neck and sniffed on her skin, "Ah! How I crave the smell of a good book".

He felt her body shiver and he silently chuckled against her skin. He could see the goose bumps forming at the rim of her top. He pulled back a bit. She was motionless, her breath ragged and her eyes painfully shut. He smiled at her surrender. He had proved his point, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop, he was lured to her. Not to say, so damn hard.

"Sometimes, when I simply feel like it, I crack a book open... roughly, I don't care if the pages are gonna rip or not. I just want it open, exposed and waiting for me."

He delightedly noticed that her breath had been caught in her throat, waiting for him... awaiting him to say the next words.

"Did you ever taste a book, Kitten?"

She shook her head automatically.

"It tastes a lot like a sweet, dirty sin."

He licked her collarbone and trailed all the way down to her neck, reaching a certain spot near her ear. His metal earring scrapped her skin coldly, contrasting his warm tongue and she couldn't help but release a soft moan.

He licked the contours of her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and, whilst grinning, he playfully bit on it.

"You know... looking, smelling or tasting it, that's all bloody wicked, but nothing compares to... thrusting! And I thrust, and I thrust... I thrust in every single word written there."

Buffy's knees buckled and her legs gave in at her weight.

"Ooops...," Ripper caught her from falling, his warm hands on each side of her torso, he then said with a lopsided smile, being slightly worried, "you alright, Kitten?"

Buffy found the ability to stand onto her two feet again, but it was still very unstable. She silently nodded as she looked like a deer caught in headlights and this somehow touched him.

"Breathe, Luv, please."

Buffy did as he requested and slowly started to return to her normal self again. She noticed the concern in his eyes. She could see Giles in there.

"I'm fine. I need to go", and with that, she brushed past him, leaving him all alone there, staring at the wall.

"Bloody hell", he said as he punched the brick wall.

End of part 1