"Oh come on. You just love to see me suffer, don't you Giles?"
He stopped even trying to hide his smirk.
"Y-Yes, quite," he said, turning his head around to look at her again. Buffy's arms were folded across her chest, her hip cocked and her mouth twisted in a rueful grin. She was a vision.
Buffy had come to the auditorium to tease him mercilessly about his new role as producer in the School Talent Show. Giles had shucked out of his usual tweed jacket and stretched his arms out across the back of the seats, reclining as he watched the students rehearse. Bored out of his mind, until she came skipping back into his life. Buffy had been in high spirits. Bouncing up and down, coyly teasing him, her voice soft and cajoling. Positively flirtatious, even. She had frustrated him no end. And she wouldn't even make his job more bearable by helping or participating. Then Snyder had heard her, dressed her down for her lack of school spirit and respect to authority figures, and told her she would be participating after all. Oh, the wonderful irony.
"This is too cruel. Why does he always have to pick on me like this?" Buffy whimpered.
Giles just chuckled. He found her whimpering absolutely adorable. What was wrong with him?
"Well, it looks like I'm here to stay," she sighed, sitting back down. It made him ridiculously, inexplicably happy that in the empty auditorium she had chosen to sit in the seat next to him. So close. He could just grab her shoulder with his already outstretched arm and tuck her small body into the crook of his neck. If he wanted to.
They fell into an easy camaraderie as they watched the rehearsals together. Giles tried to concentrate on doing his job as the producer. But every now and then she would slyly lean towards him and whisper a comment about the act in his ear. She was very cheeky, and some of her comments were even downright mean. He found himself going along with her, delightedly making snarky comments about the performances as well. The job was just so mind numbingly boring. He hadn't spent twenty years training to be a watcher to end up watching the Sunnydale High Annual Talent Show. He was supposed to be watching her. Buffy, the girl whose heady floral perfume he was inhaling surreptitiously when she leaned into him to whisper in his ear. Oh God.
"Wait, don't y-you have class?" Giles suddenly exclaimed.
Buffy shook her head stubbornly. "Nu-uh."
Secretly, there was nowhere else she'd rather be. Buffy didn't understand why she was enjoying herself so much with Giles. She tried to tell herself it was because even this would be better than going to geography class. But then, she was ultra aware of how rakishly handsome he was in only the tweed vest and long white business shirt. It was as good as seeing him naked. Well, not quite as good. Wait, where did that come from?
Oh, thought Giles as Buffy leaned into him again. She had no idea what she was doing to him. Giles found his eyes flickering down to her soft, womanly thighs, exposed to him by her tiny black skirt. He was getting off on this, he dazedly realised. Buffy was making him absolutely ache. He imagined placing his hand on that bare thigh. She'd jump, maybe. Shocked at first, but then aroused. Giles looked down again. The dress barely covered her. He'd slide his hand further up her thigh. Ever so slowly. Up under her dress. He'd grab her there, through her panties, and she'd gasp. What would she wear? He imagined a white lace thong. Tempting and innocent all at the same time.
Later he would feel guilty for his sordid fantasy. But for now, he was lost.