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Chapter 11

It was a little after 11 when the group got back to the inn. Alex had fallen asleep in the car. Giles offered to carry the boy up the stairs but was quickly met with a 'are you kidding me' stare.

"Slayer here, Giles." Portia said as she easily lifted her son. "I can handle this." She carried him up to their room effortlessly.

"I don't know about you, but I could do for some ice cream." Amanda rubbed her hands together. "Who's with me?"

"I think I'll pass," Giles stated. "I'm not sure how you could even still be hungry after all that."

"Slayer metabolism."

"You're not a Slayer."

"Shhh." She placed a finger over Giles' lips. "Ice cream," she whispered. Then she lightly patted him on his cheek with a giggle before heading towards the kitchen with Willow.

Buffy and Giles stood out front alone. "So..." Buffy stepped towards Giles with a sly grin.

He held her shoulders, keeping her an arms length away. "We can be seen out here."

"Would you like to come upstairs with me?"

"We can be heard up there."

"What if I promise to be very, very quiet?" she whispered.

Giles smirked. "Then I am doing something wrong."

"That sounds like a challenge." She gently pushed his hands away and stepped closer to him. "I accept."

"Temptress," he growled. Buffy leaned in and they kissed. Softly at first, slowly. Almost chaste. Giles kept his arms at his sides with Buffy still lightly holding his wrists.

She pulled back slowly and gave him a grin. She interlocked their fingers. "Let's go for a walk." She took a couple steps backwards, pulling him along.

"It's nearly 11:30."

"Are you scared of the dark?" she playfully asked.

"Bloody right! You know just as well as I do what is out there."

Buffy giggled. "Don't worry, Giles. I'll protect you."

Giles rolled his eyes. "My hero." They headed for the gardens, still hand in hand. After a few moment, Buffy leaned her head against his shoulder. Giles released her hand and placed his arm across the back of her shoulders. Her arm wrapped around his waist. As they neared the open center of the gardens, Buffy stopped. Giles started to ask what was wrong, noticing the alert look in her eyes, but she quickly silenced him.

She signaled for him to silently follow her. Just before the clearing, she stopped again, staying just out of view. She indicated for Giles to take a look.

In the clearing was Grace. She appeared to be doing yoga. If it hadn't been 11:30 at night, this wouldn't seem so strange. But as this was a 15 year old girls out in the middle of the night alone, it was a bit peculiar. They watched as she gracefully brought herself into a handstand position. She held the position for about 30 seconds before bending backwards to land on her feet.

"Stay here," Buffy mouthed to Giles who nodded. She stood from her crouching position and emerged from the shadows. "Grace?" she asked gently, not wanting to completely scare the child.

But scare she did as Grace jumped and turned to Buffy in a fright. "Buffy! Hey! What are you doing out here?"

"I always get so charged up at night, you know? Like I could run a hundred miles. Ever feel like that?"

"Yeah." Grace shrugged. "I like to come out at night. Do some yoga, exercise. Helps calm me."

"Ever do any fighting? Self-defense classes? Things like that?"

"Dad had me take some classes. He said I should know how to protect myself."

Buffy smiled. "He's right. Smart man, your dad."

"He put Ethan in boxing. He hates it, but he started teaching me some, too."

Buffy stood squarely in front of Grace. "Show me."

Grace blinked. "What?"

"Show me," she repeated. "I know some stuff, too. And a good sparring always calms me. So, come on. Show me." Buffy got into fighting stance.

Grace still looked skeptical. "I'm not sure I should."

"Believe me, you aren't going to hurt me. And I will not hurt you."

"Ooookaaaay..." Grace mimicked Buffy's stance. The girls began circling one another. Buffy threw the first jab which Grace easily avoided. They continued to circle as Grace waited out Buffy for the next swing. When it came, Grace easily blocked with her left and swung with her right. Buffy blocked and swept Grace's legs, but Grace jumped over it.

Buffy smiled. "Good job. Impressive."

"Thanks." Grace kicked her leg towards Buffy's ribs. Buffy grabbed the leg and held it. Grace forcefully jerked it. Buffy was surprised at the strength behind the move and she let go, stumbling. Grace took advantage of the off balance moment and swung at Buffy, connecting hard with her jaw. Buffy spun around and fell to the ground. "Oh my God!" Grace exclaimed. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Are you okay?" She crouched down next to Buffy.

Buffy sat up and rubbed her jaw. "That's quite the strength you've got there."

Grace visibly paled. "Just the adrenaline, I guess."

Buffy looked straight into the younger girl's eyes. "It's okay. Really." She smiled, trying to calm the teen's nerves. "I've had much worse." She took Grace's hand and gently pulled her down to sit across from her. "Tell me, Grace. When did it happen?"

"When did... what happen?"

"I'm guessing that you weren't always like this. That you were once a 'normal' girl. But then, one day, something inside of you changed. You were faster, stronger, more intuitive."

Grace gasped. "How could you know that?"

"Because it happened to me."

"You?"

Buffy nodded. "And I bet if you close your eyes and concentrate, you would be able to sense it inside me. Go on. Try." Grace looked doubtful. Perhaps a bit scared. Buffy gave her a reassuring smile. "I won't hurt you, Grace. I promise. Besides, you're strong, remember?" Buffy rubbed her jaw for emphasis.

Grace closed her eyes. She focused all her attention on herself then started pushing it outward. Faintly Buffy came into sense. Grace started to smile. "I can feel it. It's faint, but it's there." She pushed out a bit farther and her smile faded. "There... there's someone else out there." She opened her eyes in a panic. "I can sense someone else!"

"It's me." Both girls startled as Giles spoke from the path entry. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you ladies." He stepped up to the girls. "You, however, knew I was there," he directed at Buffy.

"I didn't know you were going to pop out."

"Once she started sensing you, I knew she would find me as well."

"Are you like me, like us, too?" Grace was fascinated to know she wasn't alone.

Giles smiled. "No, not exactly. I'm... something else."

"What am I?"

Giles and Buffy looked to one another. "Umm," Buffy started, "well, the exact term is Slayer."

"Slayer? As in killer?!"

"No! Well, yes, but only monsters!"

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose. He suddenly remembered why Buffy wasn't sent out on recruitment more often.

"Monsters? What monsters?"

"Vampires, werewolves, demons. If it's evil, we slay it."

Grace looked between the two, dumbfounded. "You can't be serious." She looked to Giles. "Is she serious?"

"What Buffy is so eloquently trying to convey is that evil is real. It does exist and in the form of vile creatures and demons that walk the earth. A Slayer is a girl with extraordinary strength, speed, and agility destined to protect the world from these creatures."

"Yeah," Buffy nodded. "What he said."

"Why me?" Grace's voice was small as she spoke. "Why did this happen to me?"

"That," Giles said, "I cannot answer specifically. We don't know how or why the girls were chosen as they were. It was theorized once that they were picked based on the level of demon activity in the area at that time, but specifics are unknown. Nor what made a Potential a Potential in the first place."

"Potential?"

"Why don't we sit somewhere more comfortable." Buffy stood and indicated the picnic tables. "This is going to take a while."


"Do you think she understood?" Buffy asked Giles as they walked arm in arm back to the inn. They had just spent the last hour trying to answer as many of Grace's questions as possible. They had finally decided to call it a night.

"I think it is going to take her some time to get accustomed to the idea. I think she is going to have a lot more questions for us tomorrow."

"Well, then she will have to wait because we have plans, Mister."

Giles raised a brow. "Do we?"

"Oh, yes. I have something fun planned for us." She smiled up at him.

"Do tell."

She shook her head. "Oh no. It's a surprise."

"I don't like surprises. They tend to get people hurt. Or killed."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "There shall be none of that tomorrow. At least I hope not." Giles chuckled as the climbed the porch steps. He held the door open for Buffy as she entered. He followed her up the stairs. She stood outside her room. "So, about that challenge..."

"What challenge?"

She smirked at him. "My ability to remain quiet challenge."

Giles smiled. "Ah. That challenge." He looked down the hall toward the other doors. "Perhaps it is not the best idea to attempt such a feat here." Buffy opened her room door and took Giles' hand, gently pulling him into the room. "Buffy," he warned.

"Giles, the only person I share a wall with is you. So even if I make a small bit of noise, no one will hear me." She pulled him into the room the rest of the way and shut the door, locking it.

"I still don't think this is wise."

"If it will help ease your mind, you can tie me up and gag me to keep me quiet." Giles growled and Buffy grinned. "Oh, I see. You like a little bondage fun, huh? Or is that the Ripper in you?" Giles grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against him. "Perhaps I need some Ripper in me."

He kissed her hard and fierce, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He felt the slight vibration as she appreciatively hummed. His fingers gripped her hips hard as her hands clawed at his shoulders. Were she anyone else, there would be bruises in the morning, but Slayer healing would not allow them to even form. He wouldn't say it aloud, but a part of him was sad over that. He would love to be able to mark her.

She slid her hands into his suit coat and eased it off his shoulders. He released his grip long enough to let the coat fall to the floor. She loosened his tie and was about to let it fall to the floor as well, but he took it from her and tossed it on the bed. "I'll need that soon," he whispered. Buffy shivered as his breath tickled her ear. She tipped her head back as his lips and tongue traced down her neck.

Giles' hands went around her to the zipper of her skirt. He pulled it down and easily flicked open the latch at the top, letting the skirt fall to the ground. He pulled back from her collarbone as his hands slid under her shirt and up her sides. She lifted her arms as he removed the garment from her. He tossed it across the room.

His hands went to her shoulders and he ran the backs of his fingers down her arms as he looked her over. "My god, you are beautiful."

Buffy slightly blushed. "And you are wearing too many clothes." She quickly undid the buttons on his dress shirt then sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "How many layers are you wearing?" she asked as she spotted his undershirt.

He chuckled. "Just enough to drive you mad."

"Yeah, well, it's working." She pushed the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it onto the back of a chair. She started pulling the shirt from his pants and he lifted his arms to help her ease it off of him. Her hands went to his now, finally, bare chest. Her fingers played with the light hair he had there. She leaned forward and kissed his chest. Giles hummed and stroked the back of her neck. She began leaving open mouth kisses all over him until she traced her tongue around his nipple. He tightened his hold on her neck and gasped. He could feel her smiling. She moved across his chest to the other one and repeated the attention.

Giles grabbed her face and pulled her up into a searing kiss. His hands made their way behind her and unclasped her bra. She hastily removed it, not breaking the kiss. Her hands quickly undid his belt and pants and he kicked them away along with his shoes, leaving both only in their underwear.

Giles picked Buffy up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked her the few feet to the bed and laid them both down. Buffy immediately climbed on top of him. She kissed her way down his chest and to his stomach. Her fingers slipped under the band of his boxers and she moved to pull them off.

Before he could even have a second though, Buffy took him entirely into her mouth. He gasped and bucked at the feel of her tongue on him. She pulled back and and gave him a stern look. "You better be quiet or I'll have you gagged." A glint flashed in his eyes and Buffy smiled. "I'll keep that in mind." She licked him from base to tip before taking him in her mouth again.

She sucked hard and fast, pumping up and down on him. He started to tense up and tried to still her movements before it was too late. "Buffy, please," he quietly breathed out. He put his hands on top of her head to stop her, but even then her tongue continued its assault. "Good god, woman, have mercy on me," he growled, trying to keep his ending at bay. She slipped a hand to cradle his sack and sucked intensely on him. He could no longer hold back and groaned as he began emptying himself into her mouth. Buffy hummed as she swallowed him. She could feel him twitching both in hand and mouth as he pumped himself clear.

As Giles breathing calmed, Buffy kissed up and down his shaft before sitting up and looking at him. He sat up and leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. He looked at her confused, worried. "I've got you taste."

Giles half smiled. "I am aware."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

He moved to be closer to her. "Why would that bother me? I actually find it alluring." He held her face as he kissed her. She opened up and his tongue swept her mouth. Both hummed at the contact. She got on her knees and straddled his lap. Giles pulled away from her lips and kissed her breast. Her hand went to the back of his head and he swirled his tongue around her nipple before gently sucking on it. She gripped his hair and he nibbled before moving to her other one.

His hands moved down to her panties. He gripped one side and tore them, then the other. "I might have to take that pair I gave you back now."

Giles chuckled. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and twisted so she was now under him. His hand went between her thighs and he lightly ran a finger up her slit. She was already so wet and warm. A load moan came from Buffy as she bucked at the feel of his fingertip across her clit. Giles sat back. "I knew you couldn't keep quiet." He turned as if looking for something. He picked the discarded tie off the end of the bed and turned back to face her. "Sit up." She did as commanded. "Now, why couldn't you follow direction that easily when we met?"

"They weren't as fun," she smiled.

He covered her mouth with the tie and knotted it off behind her head. She glared at him, but there was still lust filling her eyes. He kissed her forehead as he lay her back down. He stared down into her eyes as his hand once again made its way between her legs. He made gentle circles on her clit with his finger and her eyes closed. A muffled moan escaped her throat. He couldn't help the small smile across his face. He slipped his finger down and into her. She thrust her hips against his hand. He slowly moved his finger in and out of her before adding a second. She was dripping wet making adding a third no problem at all. His thumb made its way to her clit once again as he started pumping his fingers in and out of her faster. She moaned and bucked even more. He was glad he went with the tie after all. Someone definitely would have heard her by now.

He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it then flicked it with his tongue. It drove her wild. She grabbed the pillow from underneath her head and placed it over her face. Even with the tie and pillow, Giles could hear her scream as she came, squirting her juices all over his hand. He removed his hand and quickly replaced it with his mouth, lapping her up. She didn't even have time to come down before his tongue was inside of her, stroking her inner walls. When he started to suck on her clit, she grabbed his head to hold him in place. Her legs squeezed around him as she rode out her second orgasm.

Giles gently licked and kissed her as she calmed down. Once her legs had stopped twitching, he kissed the inside of her right thigh. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. He came up and laid beside her. He reached behind her head and pulled the tie off. She took a deep breath. "Wow." She turned to face him and smiled. He returned it with a loving one of his own.

She leaned in to kiss him but he pulled slightly back. He had a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "But I've got you taste," he teased.

"Actually, I find it alluring."

"You do taste rather divine."

He kissed her slowly, softly, then deeply. Once the kiss ended, Giles sighed and rest his forehead against Buffy's. She ran her hand through his hair. She touched his cheek and made him look at her. When his eyes opened, she knew immediately what he was thinking about. He looked sad, torn, conflicted. She sighed and her eyes mirrored his. Her lip started to tremble and she quickly leaned up to kiss him. She wasn't ready to think about the future just yet. She knew every minute they put it off, she put it off, the worse it got.

"Come on," she whispered against his lips. "Let's take a shower."

"Buffy..."

"Giles, I -," she sighed. "Please?"

He laid his head on her chest for a few moments. Buffy wondered if he was going to get back up at all. Finally he sat back and shifted off the bed. He looked down at her. Buffy couldn't read him. She didn't know what he would do. When he reached out a hand to help her up, she inwardly sighed with relief. She hugged him tightly and he returned the embrace with almost as much strength. "You best not hog all the hot water," he said into her hair. She chuckled and followed him to the shower.