Can't take my eyes off of you

Disclaimers: None of the characters belong to me; they all belong to Joss Whedon. Believe me, if I did own them, Giles would be mine.

The song this chapter is based on 'Can't take my eyes off of you' by Frankie Valli


At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

For the next two weeks, Giles let a wonderful new feeling sink into him and fill him up with a warmth and joy he hadn't felt in a long time. He was in love with a beautiful, young, vibrant woman who loved him back just as much. She had been released from the hospital ten days after she woke up, the doctors now confident she was on a steady road to recovery. She had been spending the past few days in her home resting, doing small jobs around the place to keep her occupied, and all the while Rupert Giles would watch her, smiling for the world to see that his Buffy, his slayer, his love, was alive and willing to be with him.

The others had arrived at the hospital a few hours after she had awoken, and they were over-joyed to see that she was alive and going to be alright. There was always someone at her bedside after that, and it was nearly always Giles. Now that he had her, he was reluctant to leave her, even if only for a few hours. The others were happy to share time with him when they could, but they did allow Giles and Buffy some alone time, all expressing several times how relieved and happy they were that the two of them had finally come to their senses about each other's feelings.

Now that she was home, Giles had fully set about preparing for his own full-time return. The apartment had been easy enough to reserve and he had now booked two tickets to fly them into London.

He had inquired the doctors as to whether she would be able to fly, he wanted more than anything now to take her with him. She needed a break and he wanted to be able to spend some alone time with her. But he would never dream of doing so if such an action would harm her further. Fortunately, the doctors had allowed her to fly, saying the change of scenery for a short while might actually do her some good. He had therefore, allowed her to carry on recovering while he organised everything for their trip. It would be strange to be back in Sunnydale, and the old apartment again, having left it swearing never to return. But for Buffy, he would jump up and try to touch the moon.

They hadn't done too much together, he was still sleeping on the sofa, he had insisted on letting her sleep alone to recuperate, and also her bed was too narrow for the two of them to fit comfortably. He would also not allow themselves to get too steamy, restricting themselves only to hugs and light kisses, knowing any more might hurt her. They had, however, gone out a few times over the last four days, Giles taking her out to dinner and a movie or possibly, just out to the shops to permit her a change of pace. They would walk hand in hand smiling, talking and laughing; they didn't care who saw them and not many people seemed to care anyway.

The day had now arrived that they were going to fly, everything was packed and both Giles and Buffy were ready for the off. Xander, Willow and the rest of the gang had eagerly promised to pick up the slack on the slaying front while they were away. As Giles was placing the last of the cases into the car, Buffy came to his side,

"They are going to be alright aren't they? I mean, they won't get themselves killed stupidly."

"I have every confidence in them, they have done it before, and so I'm sure that they can do so again."

He could see Buffy still looked a little concerned; he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a one-armed hug.

"I promise they'll be fine."

At this she looked up and smiled, one of those rare smiles that she possessed, but showed sparingly, the one that lit up her entire face. Giles hugged her once more before gesturing for her to get into the car so they could drive to the airport. He knew the flight would be a long one for her, since she had never travelled so far, he could only hope that England would be worth it for her in the end.


They sat waiting for their plane to arrive at LAX airport. Giles was spending the time telling Buffy about London and what there was to see. He hoped he would be able to show her the wonders of the city, they were staying there for three weeks, allowing Giles time to pack and for them both to do the 'tourist thing' in London. He hoped to indulge her with London's best, letting her sample the restaurants, shops and shows that were on offer. All through the talk Buffy had her hand on Giles' knee and his hand covered hers, his thumb stroking her hand gently; keeping a connection to almost remind his brain that this was real.

You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much

As soon as the boarding call was given they both made their way to the allocated gate, where they were able to board the plane a short while later. The plane was not completely full and Giles and Buffy found themselves alone in their row. Giles offered Buffy the window seat, which she firmly declined.

"Flying alone makes me nervous; don't make me watch us hurtle to our dooms."

He let out the softest of chuckles before stating,

"I assure you Buffy we're quite safe."

Nevertheless he took the window seat and she got the middle, leaving the aisle seat empty. Giles noticed during the process of take-off Buffy did indeed grow quite quiet. Her hands were clinging on, a little too tightly, to the armrests. He put his right hand over her left and squeezed it.

"It's ok, I'm here."

He then moved his hand to her shoulder and rubbed it to allow her to feel his presence. She slowly started to calm down and relax somewhat under his touch, but he didn't cease his action until the seatbelt sign was turned off and he knew they were well and truly in the air. Only once the light went off did he remove his hand, dropping it from her shoulder and letting it slide down her back. Buffy looked at him sheepishly for a moment before looking away.

"I know, I can face many evil things, and flying is the thing that frightens me."

"I never said anything and I wasn't going to. I've seen greater people cower at less."

Unable to hold himself back, he moved the armrest up between them and motioned for her to come in for a hug. She went to him without hesitation, resting herself in his chest while he wound his arm around her. Giles couldn't help but smile whenever they did this; she fit so perfectly next to him. They stayed like that for a long while; no one was looking at them or asking questions. They could just sit there enjoying each other's company.

With the flight being over 11 hours long, the cabin lights were shut off part way to allow the passengers to sleep some before landing in England. Buffy was still resting in Giles' embrace and was quite happy to sleep there. Giles, of course would never complain, he could never say no to her. The time for sleep also allowed the time to pass more swiftly on the flight, something Giles was thankful for when he watched the steady rise and fall of Buffy's chest, showing she had dozed off. The quicker the time went for her the less time she had to get nervous for the landing.

He couldn't wait for the time when they could become one for the first time, but he knew it had to be the right moment, he would make the right moment when they were in London. For now he would control his urges, knowing that this time, unlike the countless times before, he would reach the glorious resolution and be able to be with his beloved, and with that thought in his mind, he too drifted off, resting his head gently on hers.


They arrived in Heathrow airport in the early morning, local time. Buffy wasn't as bad on the landing, but she was still rather tense until all the wheels hit the tarmac of the runway. Their luggage was collected and they made their way to the car park. Giles had, while in England, borrowed a car from an old friend of his (since it wasn't getting used) until he could buy himself one. He had never quite gotten round to it, so his friend's car was the one sitting in the car park. The drive back was quiet; Buffy was still tired and fell back asleep not long after they left Heathrow to head off to Giles' flat. Since this was her first time travelling across time zones, Giles knew that the jetlag would hit her hard and fast. He of course had done it countless times by now; not only back and forth to California for Buffy but he had travelled across the world for the watchers' council and also for the archaeological digs he used to attend when he was younger.

As he drove he thought on about that, he never told Buffy about his stint as an archaeologist, she knew about his time as curator for the British Museum, but not what he did previous to that. After he came to his senses from the Eygon incident and finished his degree at Oxford, he had had the opportunity to explore many digs across the world and find many artefacts. He still possessed some of them (the ones the museums didn't want) and they were currently with his sister and her family in Bath.

Once they reached the flat, Giles carefully led her into the flat and sat her down on the sofa while he got the bags. His flat was located in Hammersmith in the west end of London; it was a short distance from all the main theatres, including the one he used to work at. He got all the bags inside and shook Buffy who was about to doze off again.

"Hey sweetheart, you better try and stay awake for now, you'll get used to the time difference quicker."

He couldn't help but smile, she looked exhausted from the flight, he still felt it himself but not to a great extent anymore, and he knew from experience that you had to force your body clock to reset itself to local time, even if that meant staying up through the tiredness. She had never looked as beautiful to Giles as she did right now, lazing on the sofa, half asleep. She really was a woman to be treasured and worshipped.

To try and keep her awake he decided to show her around the near area of London, they could easily branch out over the next couple of weeks, but for now he would show her what Hammersmith itself had, including the theatre and the 19th Century Bridge. He was also sure that she would say no to a look around the Broadway Shopping Centre either. It was certainly bigger than the mall in Sunnydale, though he didn't think it could really compare to those she was used to in LA. A full day would be good, to take her mind off being the slayer, even if only temporarily.


So if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real

The trip was a complete success, and throughout the day, Buffy had a smile on her face bright enough to light the night sky. She was enjoying this, yes, the places were interesting but most importantly, for now, she had no responsibilities and she was spending time having fun with the love of her life. She could listen to him for hours as that sexy voice was telling her the history of the area and pointing out the famous London sights including many street performers.

Giles was also having a great time, seeing Buffy happy was enough to make him so and he noticed she was genuinely listening as he told her of the wonder that was London. He had known the shopping centre would take her fancy and she went through the shops, he offered to buy her anything she wanted. She was reluctant at first but he insisted, he wanted her to enjoy her time here with him and he wanted to shower her with gifts showing his adoration for the woman he loved.

They ate dinner at a small restaurant around the corner from Giles' flat before heading back. Both of them were tired and it didn't take long before they were deciding to head to bed. After getting changed into their nightwear, Giles had shown Buffy where the spare room was in case she didn't want to share with him, he was still rather nervous about her feelings, but she followed him into his room without discussion. They both settled into the covers, Buffy lying on her back and Giles facing toward her. He spoke up,

"How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad now, it's nice to have some purely free time for once."

"I know what you mean."

There was a short pause before Buffy spoke again.

"Giles?"

"Hmm?"

"What's the council going to say if they find out about this?"

So, it had been on her mind as well as his, he doubted they would act favourably, but he knew that this wasn't the first time a watcher and slayer (even just a potential) had got together and he knew it wouldn't be the last. And if they took action every time they would have no watchers left. Despite the past behaviour and actions, Quentin Travers knew that Buffy was dedicated to her work and she worked best when she was around Giles.

"I don't they'll approve too much," He said eventually. "But considering how long we've known each other, they could probably guess this action eventually. It isn't the first time this has happened."

"Really? But they sacked you last time for getting too emotionally close. What if they…"

"Even if they sack me again I'll never abandon you, I didn't leave after they sacked me and sent Wesley did I? And I won't leave this time either. I'm moving back and I'll continue to be there for you and help when however I can. Council be damned."

At this Giles gave in to himself, he placed his hand on her cheek and lowered his lips onto hers. It was passionate but it didn't demand, it didn't force. He just gave her knowledge of his love for her, his tongue snaked across her bottom lip, asking permission. She answered by opening her mouth and their tongues met, not in a battle, but a slow dance. Her hands made their way to grasp around his neck while his hand left her cheek and started to caress her back and then come forward to her stomach outside her shirt. It was as her was stroking her stomach that he heard a slight hitch in her breath and he broke their connection and raised himself onto his elbow to see what was wrong.

He was shattered to see that tears were slowly streaming down her face. He had no idea what had happened or what he had done, but the first on his mind was to apologise for it.

"I sorry, I guess…"

He was stopped by Buffy placing her hand over his mouth. She then sat up and sat herself on the edge of the bed facing away from Giles, who moved back a bit to give her the space that he felt she needed. She spoke softly, trying to control her tears.

"I'm the one who should be sorry, it's nothing you've done I promise."

There was a pause as she calmed herself down.

"I know I shouldn't be like this but…"

She couldn't control her cries anymore and just sobbed. Giles, not knowing what was going on, hesitated for a few seconds before closing the gap between them and placing his hands of each of her arms and caressing them softly. It broke his heart to see her like this, but he knew, for now, he could only comfort her.

"It's alright, I promise, I'm here. You can tell me anything, but I can wait until you're ready."

Not daring to go too far he placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head and continued to stroke her arms.

"Did any of the guys tell you what Spike did to me while you were away?"

"Willow told me he attacked you."

He had to calm himself down to talk to her; he didn't want her to hear his growing anger at the blond vampire.

"Yeah, he attacked me; he got me while I was injured from a fight. He pinned me down and tried to… he tried to…"

She then turned her body around so she was facing Giles and then slammed her face into his chest, soaking his t-shirt with her cascading tears. Giles, himself, was trying to remain composed, he was fighting the urge to start shaking with the rage that was spurting up inside. He had a fair idea what he tried to do, but he needed to hear it. Moreover, she needed to say it. He maintained the touch between the two of them, giving her a proverbial anchor.

"Luv, look at me please." He waited until she looked up. "If it is what I think it is, then you need to be able to say it. It will haunt you and it will make you its slave until you can. As long as I breathe I will never let him harm you again. Believe me if I ever find him, there'll be a stake through his heart before he can say 'man united'."

She let out a weak laugh at that, and then went solemn again.

"He tried to… rape me."

Giles' fears were confirmed and he made a mental note to set that stake on fire before plunging it into that vamp. He hugged her tightly once more and steadily lay her down on the bed again.

"We'll take this slow; you know I would never take selfishly."

She nodded her head; she knew that would always be true. She then beckoned him down so she could say something to him, as soon as his ear was near her mouth she said,

"I love you so much Rupert; I just wish I could give you all that you deserve."

"Don't be ridiculous Buffy, you are far superior to what I deserve, rest now. I want to take you proper tour of London, starting from tomorrow; you'll need your strength."

He placed one more kiss on her forehead and then settled himself down to sleep. Buffy turned away from Giles but then backed herself up so that her back was resting at his chest, Giles wrapped an arm around her and they fell asleep a short time later. Buffy feeling like she had done just after she was resurrected, she was upset and in pain, but the feeling of her watcher's, and now lover's, arms around her made her feel safe and loved.


The dream she had that night was a bad one, she was reliving that time in her house with Spike. She had cried again and again, asking him to let her go, but he wouldn't relent. She was now even angrier at what he had done; it was ruining what she had with Giles. Buffy knew Giles was decent and would never force, but what she had done was almost a reflex reaction to being touched intimately, she didn't want it to be that way, more than anything she wanted to be with Giles. Spike nearly had her, but she heard a small voice in the distance calling her name asking her to open her eyes.

When she did, she realised where she was, in Giles' bed in London, many miles away from Spike. She let out a long breath and took comfort in the hand caressing her face.

"I'm here, I'm here."

"I'm so weak."

Buffy said this with the last of the sobs turning into frustration.

"You're not weak, you're human. If we didn't have feelings and frailties, we'd be robots."

How come he always knew the right thing to say? It was always the thing she needed to hear to feel better.

"Come on sweetheart, it's half past eight, we might as well get up and get ready."


The next few weeks were taken up with travelling and packing. Giles tried to take her everywhere he could, showing her the diversity of his capital city. On the days where she rested he went about packing his flat. Unlike when he was unpacking, he did this with enthusiasm and was completely finished by the end of their second week.

Buffy had really enjoyed the trips he had taken her on, which had included some of the well-known landmarks, like Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament. He had also taken her to several museums which, although usually it wouldn't she'd relish, had been really interesting and fun because of how Giles had showed her everything and explained it all in a way that had her yearning to know more. Their evenings had been taken up many times as well, he had taken her to many fine restaurants and they had many shows in London's west end. Although Buffy wouldn't have said she was a huge musical or play fan, she had enjoyed all that they had gone to, some being choices he'd made and some had been requests of hers.

They were now into their final week, and Buffy had increasingly noticed that Giles was starting to keep a distance from her. He hadn't kissed her anymore after that first night and he had always waited for her to initiate and signs of affection. Was he waiting for her to say she was now alright? Or was he now scared of getting too close in case she stopped it all again? She wanted to be with him so much it hurt. After that first night she had ran through the event again and again in her mind and realised what Giles had said had been right, now that she was able to admit what had happened to her the event itself seemed shaded in her mind. It wasn't totally gone, she'd be a fool to think it would, but it didn't seem quite so potent. Her mind was made up that she would try and tell Giles that she was feeling better.

The weeks had flown by for Giles; he couldn't believe they were in their final week of their vacation already. He had tried so hard to distract Buffy's mind and fill it with memories other than that one of Spike. She seemed to love it, but he didn't dare act irrationally, he didn't want to hurt her anymore, he had given her some space to come to terms with it in her own time. He had an evening planned for a few nights' times that would be the perfect night he was hoping for, but he would only go as far as she would let him. Giles sincerely hoped that she would allow him to show how much he loved her.


Giles had seen this show in the paper just after they had arrived in England and had known she would love, she had appeared to enjoy all the shows they'd seen thus far, but he knew she'd love this one. They were in the car and driving towards the restaurant they were going to eat at this evening and all the way Buffy was probing him to know what it was they were going to see.

"Come on please, you know I don't like surprises."

"You'll just have to wait." Giles laughed, "You'll see when we get there."

They pulled into the restaurant's car park, Giles got out and then opened Buffy's door. They had both dressed in casual-formal this evening, Giles was in a dark green shirt and beige trousers whiles Buffy was sporting a mid-blue dress that came down to her knees, it was curve hugging, but not overly tight. Giles thought she looking amazing, but then she always did in his eyes.

All throughout the meal Buffy tried to get some hint as to what they were going to see, she knew she was starting to whine but the wait was really getting to her, and Giles smiling all the time about it wasn't helping in the slightest. Eventually when the meal was finished, they got back in the car and drove off, not to the west end of London that Buffy had gotten so used to over the past couple of weeks she had been here, but to a large arena just outside the main town. She couldn't see any indication of what was on there, many people were crowding in and the age range was quite large; young children clutching onto their parents right up to old pensioners ready for a lovely night out.

Giles parked up and looked at her,

"Ready to go in then? I know you'll enjoy this."

Without waiting for a reply he got out and again opened the door for Buffy, this had been very strange for her when she had first seen him do it, but it was one of those gentleman mannerisms that she had learned to let him indulge in.

They made their way to the entrance, they weren't the only couple, Buffy noticed. She still couldn't fathom what it was they were seeing tonight. Not, that was, until they went into the main auditorium, there were many stores selling confectionary and merchandise and all the merchandise was ice skating related. She stood in awe, looking around while Giles sorted out the having their tickets checked and buying a programme.

He smiled when he saw her face, he tapped her on the shoulder to break her out of her stupor and handed her the programme he had just purchased, the show they were seeing was Torvill and Dean. Buffy threw herself into Giles' arms, this was going to be a great show, even though she was too young to remember them in their glory days, she had videos of these two at home, they were two amazing ice dancers and she was getting to see them live.

"Told you you'd like this."

She just hugged him again as a reply. Giles had seen the videos on the numerous times he'd been to her house, and he'd always known she was an ice skating fan. When he had seen this show advertised he had called up the arena's box office right away for the best tickets he could get, which had turned out to be right next to the ice.

The show started not too long after Buffy and Giles made it to their seats. Giles found himself watching Buffy as much as he watched the show. He was a fan of Torvill and Dean himself (well it wasn't very often Britain scored highly in something so he would like them) but the look of glee on her face was a picture. Throughout the show they performed their more famous numbers from years gone by, some new one just for this show and then lastly their most famous number: Bolero. Buffy was enjoying herself greatly he could see that, and when the end came they made their way back to the car, Buffy never stopping saying thank you for the night she'd just had.


Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak

They got back quite late and got ready for bed as soon as they got into the flat. Everything was all packed and going to be picked up the day before they flew back out to LA. Giles got into bed first and lay under the covers considering what to do next, he really wanted this night to end well, for both of them, but he didn't want Buffy to be hurt anymore. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear her get under the covers next to him.

She lay there gazing at him for a few moments wondering what was going on in that brilliant head of his.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Hmm… oh, I was just… it doesn't matter."

"It was something now come on,"

"I was just thinking about tonight and great it's been. That's all."

Buffy looked him in the eye, he wasn't telling her something, which in this case, was probably through possible embarrassment. Then it hit her: the fantastic meal, the show he knew she'd love so much, she knew he had had this planned since the first day they arrived here, he had been trying to create the perfect date for the two of them. She realised he was now scared of going any further in case he caused her more pain.

All logical thought left her head at that moment, he really was so sweet and such a gentleman, she wanted nothing else, and think of nothing else but him and this moment. She leant over him and placed her lips in his, trying to convey that she wanted this as much as he did, that she wasn't hurting anymore.

Giles returned this kiss eagerly for a few seconds before pulling back.

"Are you sure about this? I love you so much… I don't want to hurt you,"

"I know Rupert," she moved so she could whisper into his ear, "I want this, I want you."

That was what Giles needed to hear, and with a low moan, that was almost a growl to Buffy's ears he rolled them both over so he was on top,

"If I do anything you don't like just stop me."

She looked at the seriousness in his eyes and just nodded in response. He then let his adorn a gentle smile before resuming the kiss she had started. He did the same as the last time, he made it gentle and slow, letting everything happen gradually instead of all at once. Buffy was no stranger to kissing, but she never knew so much passion could be shown in one until she had kissed Giles. She felt his tongue ask for entrance to her mouth and she opened hers to allow him in, the dance that was done so many nights previously started again, and only ended this time when they needed to breathe. He lifted his head off her and looked at her, studying her face, he then laid his weight onto her slowly so as not to crush her.

Buffy could feeling his growing erection through his bottoms, as he lay himself down it rested upon her core, which was growing ever wetter from the kiss and now the slight friction between them. The kiss recommenced and she felt his hands slowly make their way up her torso, one coming to a stop at her waist and the other raising up till his fingers snaked into her hair. She latched her own arms around his neck and, getting desperate for something more, raised her hips up to meet his groin. He let out that growl again before forcing her hips back down onto the bed.

"Patience sweetheart,"

Keeping one hand now on her hips to prevent them from bucking, he starting to rid her of her nightshirt, he did so, Buffy was certain, deliberately slowly, it got too intense for her, and she threw it off the rest of the way and chucked it out of the way. Giles couldn't help but laugh at her.

"How long have I been trying to teach you to be patient? Tonight, you will learn."

It was Buffy's turn to moan as he ran his hand over her now bare chest and down her stomach, he then placed his right hand back into her hair and kissed her once more, while his left hand squeezed between them and started to massage her right breast. She moaned again into the kiss as he kneaded her and pinched her nipple just hard enough to send a ripple through her body and ending at her core. He lifted himself up and smiled at her again, unlike before which was gentle and loving, this one could almost be described as mischievous. Giles moved is mouth from her lips and kissed her just below her ear and then made his way steadily down before finding her pulse and licking the spot where it was.

She bucked again and she could feel herself getting very wet for this man, who was just clamping his mouth over her right nipple and beginning to knead the other one with his free hand. The pleasure coursing through her was extremely intense and far beyond any level she had experienced with anyone she had been with previously. He started to lick the other nipple while she tried to get his shirt off, which was difficult to do, as her brain had given on thinking and was just feeling. Giles realised what she was trying to do and stopped long enough to take it off throw it aside next to hers.

It was now Buffy's turn to look as he saw him, a wonderful muscled chest and arms, she was now questioning why this man had to wear a shirt at all. Her hands stretched up and caressed his chest, eliciting a small moan from him. It felt amazing to her. When she stopped her onslaught of his chest, Giles made a move towards her own pyjama bottoms before pausing and looking her in the eye, his gaze was now sombre and was asking permission before he went any further. To give her response Buffy grabbed his hand and placed it on her hips before dragging it down, getting the message, he pulled her bottoms and her underwear off the whole way. He then raised himself onto his knees so he could see all of her and gaze upon the pure beauty of what was now lying under him.

He was speechless as to describe how she looked to him, he just contented himself by running his hand up and down the length of her. Up her thigh and torso and then down her front, over each breast and down her stomach before coming to a rest at her centre. He could feel his pants tightening as his erection grew larger. Slowly, he started to rub her clit, eliciting a delightful array of sounds from his lover's mouth. He made a swift move to adjust himself before continuing, trying to lower his level of discomfort.

The feel of his fingers on her sent a powerful feeling throughout her, and it was making her desperate for him to be inside her.

"Giles please."

The sound of her begging nearly sent him over the edge right then, and none of the attention had been on him so far. He leant down and kissed her once more, deciding to tease her for a short while longer. His fingers went lower and entered into her, both of them moaning at the feeling of it.

"What is it you want Buffy? Tell me."

"I want you," Buffy managed to pant out. "I want you inside me."

Unable to resist her pleas any longer he removed his fingers from her and removed the last of his own clothing.

Buffy took a small chance to gaze at him properly. He was quite large and, now that she could see him fully naked she had to admit that her dream Giles (that she would never admit about) paled in comparison to the real thing.

Giles positioned himself at her entrance and gently pushed his way inside. She moaned while he plainly growled. Once he thought she'd had time to adjust he started to move within her, despite hardly being touched he was already so close just from this, so as he moved he started slowly mentally reciting one of his Latin texts to try and prevent himself cumming too soon.

Buffy was in heaven, she had never felt like this with anyone, Giles made her feel complete in every way. She knew though, that she wasn't going to last too much longer.

"Giles I'm going to…"

"It's alright Buffy." He leaned his face down to her ear and whispered, "Cum for me."

It was that accent that did it for her and she did exactly as he said. He followed soon after.


It had taken them a while to come down from that high, and both of them had fallen asleep shortly after. Giles was the first to wake the next morning, he glanced in his arms to find the love of his life lying within them and he smiled. He didn't ever want to be anywhere else.

Giles' stuff was moved that day and they flew out back to California the next. Their friends were all glad to see them back and ecstatic that Giles was really staying with them again. When asked what they did while in England, Buffy had delighted them all with her trips and travels around the capital and how much she had enjoyed the culture and entertainment of it all. She didn't mention the night time events; neither of them felt they needed to. All of their friends seemed thrilled that they were together and so they left it at that.

Throughout the next few months, many hellmouthish events occurred, but slayer and watcher could always be found side by side fighting them off and making Sunnydale a somewhat safer place. They would always return to his home on afterward and just be with each other, showing their love in all the ways they could. It wasn't the normal looking life for a couple, but for Buffy and Giles, it was perfect.


Please be kind with this one, it is my first attempt at writing an M scene (at least the first that has been published anyway). Reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed as always; love to hear from all of you.