The Session
By Cyberwulf
Rating : 15s (R)
Disclaimer : Characters belong to Joss Whedon .
Spoilers : Surprisingly , none !
Author's note : This story was inspired by . . . ah , you don't wanna know . . .
Evening was Buffy's favourite part of the day . A time for just the two of them , a time to be together .
" I see you decided to slip into something more comfortable ," she teased . She ran her eyes over her Watcher , lingering at his waist . She whistled . " Impressive ."
" Buffy , you've seen that before ."
" Well , I still say it's impressive ." She watched as he made the final preparations . " Giles , you don't need protection ."
" In my experience it's better to be safe than sorry ."
" Are you going to teach me to be as good as you ?"
Giles flashed a brief smile .
" Let's begin , shall we ?"
He got into position .
" Remember , gently at first ."
Buffy gazed at him as she got to work . She remembered what he told her last time , and tried to keep her motions fluid .
" That's it ," he encouraged . " Now a little stronger . More power ."
Buffy put more effort into it . She started to grunt – she couldn't help it .
" How's . . . ugh . . . this ?"
Giles shook his head .
" Stop – stop ."
Buffy looked at him , disappointed .
" No good ?" she asked in a small voice .
" You need to use your hips more ," Giles told her gently . " The hips are the key in this activity . Let me show you ."
They switched positions .
" Ready ?"
Buffy nodded .
" Like this . . ."
She wasn't quite prepared for his first thrust .
" Oh !"
He stopped immediately .
" Buffy , did I hurt you ?"
" No , it – I'm okay . Don't stop ."
" Are you sure ?"
" I'm sure ."
She braced herself as he pounded into her .
" You must use your hips ," he told her . " Push them forward every time ." He kept up his demonstration . " Pulling back is equally important . Push the hips forward – pull back . Push forward – pull back ."
" You're good ," Buffy gasped .
A chuckle . " You sound surprised ."
" Well , uh , it's just that – I mean , I knew you were experienced , I just . . . how'd you get to be so good ?" she asked finally .
" Plenty of practise ," Giles answered with a grin . " Now you try it ." They switched again . " Not so fast this time . Get your technique right first . Remember – use your hips ."
Buffy went to it .
" Better – that's it . . . yes . . . yes . . . ah ! that's the way . . . yes . . . keep it up . . . don't stop . . . keep the rhythm – yes . . . right there . . .just a little longer . . . yes ! Yes !" Panting . " All right . . . all right , enough . . . oh . . . good girl . . ."
Happily , Buffy relaxed . She wiped the sweat off her forehead and gazed up at Giles , still trying to catch his breath . He had a dazed look in his eyes , and his chest hair was dark with sweat where it protruded from the neck of his white karate gi . He put down the pad , took off his headgear and ran a hand through his damp hair . Buffy rubbed her punching arm to get the kinks out .
" You okay , Giles ?" she asked . " You look wiped ."
Giles adjusted his black obi (belt).
" Just give me a few minutes ," he told her , " and then we'll work on your kicks ."
" Good ," Buffy said with a grin . " Because I'm almost ready to go again ."
Giles shook his head . " I'm sure I don't know where you get your energy ."
The End
" You thought it was so naughty , I was coddin' all along !"
By Cyberwulf
Rating : 15s (R)
Disclaimer : Characters belong to Joss Whedon .
Spoilers : Surprisingly , none !
Author's note : This story was inspired by . . . ah , you don't wanna know . . .
Evening was Buffy's favourite part of the day . A time for just the two of them , a time to be together .
" I see you decided to slip into something more comfortable ," she teased . She ran her eyes over her Watcher , lingering at his waist . She whistled . " Impressive ."
" Buffy , you've seen that before ."
" Well , I still say it's impressive ." She watched as he made the final preparations . " Giles , you don't need protection ."
" In my experience it's better to be safe than sorry ."
" Are you going to teach me to be as good as you ?"
Giles flashed a brief smile .
" Let's begin , shall we ?"
He got into position .
" Remember , gently at first ."
Buffy gazed at him as she got to work . She remembered what he told her last time , and tried to keep her motions fluid .
" That's it ," he encouraged . " Now a little stronger . More power ."
Buffy put more effort into it . She started to grunt – she couldn't help it .
" How's . . . ugh . . . this ?"
Giles shook his head .
" Stop – stop ."
Buffy looked at him , disappointed .
" No good ?" she asked in a small voice .
" You need to use your hips more ," Giles told her gently . " The hips are the key in this activity . Let me show you ."
They switched positions .
" Ready ?"
Buffy nodded .
" Like this . . ."
She wasn't quite prepared for his first thrust .
" Oh !"
He stopped immediately .
" Buffy , did I hurt you ?"
" No , it – I'm okay . Don't stop ."
" Are you sure ?"
" I'm sure ."
She braced herself as he pounded into her .
" You must use your hips ," he told her . " Push them forward every time ." He kept up his demonstration . " Pulling back is equally important . Push the hips forward – pull back . Push forward – pull back ."
" You're good ," Buffy gasped .
A chuckle . " You sound surprised ."
" Well , uh , it's just that – I mean , I knew you were experienced , I just . . . how'd you get to be so good ?" she asked finally .
" Plenty of practise ," Giles answered with a grin . " Now you try it ." They switched again . " Not so fast this time . Get your technique right first . Remember – use your hips ."
Buffy went to it .
" Better – that's it . . . yes . . . yes . . . ah ! that's the way . . . yes . . . keep it up . . . don't stop . . . keep the rhythm – yes . . . right there . . .just a little longer . . . yes ! Yes !" Panting . " All right . . . all right , enough . . . oh . . . good girl . . ."
Happily , Buffy relaxed . She wiped the sweat off her forehead and gazed up at Giles , still trying to catch his breath . He had a dazed look in his eyes , and his chest hair was dark with sweat where it protruded from the neck of his white karate gi . He put down the pad , took off his headgear and ran a hand through his damp hair . Buffy rubbed her punching arm to get the kinks out .
" You okay , Giles ?" she asked . " You look wiped ."
Giles adjusted his black obi (belt).
" Just give me a few minutes ," he told her , " and then we'll work on your kicks ."
" Good ," Buffy said with a grin . " Because I'm almost ready to go again ."
Giles shook his head . " I'm sure I don't know where you get your energy ."
The End
" You thought it was so naughty , I was coddin' all along !"