Giles and Buffy stared at each other, across the table and before either of them could say anything they both burst out laughing. Buffy was laughing so hard tears were running down her face. Even Giles, who was normally so reserved had to lean against the doorjamb and catch his breath.

"And you were worried about how to tell them."

"Well, it seems we weren't as good at hiding our feelings for each other as we thought," he wiped his eyes and tried to get serious. "So, what are we going to do now?"

"You mean now that we're alone and we only have one more day and two more nights together before you leave for England?" She knew his mind was traveling to previously uncharted territory as he nodded his head. She couldn't help but follow, but she was nervous, it had been a long time since she had been with anyone and she didn't want to ruin what her and Giles had with nervous, awkward fumbling. Plus it was another opportunity to tease him. "Um, patrol?"

He was taken by surprise at this suggestion. He flattered himself that she would want him all to herself instead of sharing her time with vampires. "Are you sure you want to do that tonight?"

"Sure, let me just go change and we can do a short patrol then come back for a movie or something." She could see the disappointment on his face, but she tried to ignore it as she went upstairs.

Change? Again? Why is that women have a completely separate outfit for every event? He busied himself by putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He almost wished they had never kissed, because now it was all he could think of. He went to the stairs, "aren't you ready yet?" He couldn't help it if he sounded frustrated.

She came slowly down the stairs and Giles realized she had chosen the outfit she had on specifically to torment him. Her traditional black boots were over a pair of tight black jeans and she was wearing a white tank top over a black sportsbra. She had put her hair back in a ponytail and the only jewelry she wore was a silver cross. "What? The sun hasn't even set yet," she pouted for a moment but noticing his apparent distraction at her outfit she smiled. She kissed him softly, tantalizingly gentle then took his hand, "Come on let's go."

An hour later they hadn't meant a single vampire and Giles was getting tired of walking behind her, being teased by her swaying hips encased in the tight denim fabric. He knew that she was incredibly hard to distract, but he was ready to try. "Buffy? I think perhaps we could home now. The vampires don't appear to be biting."

"I just want to get one, then we can go. You got some where better to be?"

He pulled her to him and kissed her, "well I can think I of something else I'd rather be doing."

She kissed him for another moment before pulling away. "Don't distract me. Didn't you always warn me against distractions?"

"Did you ever listen?" She winked at him then continued on.

She stopped behind a large monument and peered over it carefully. "I think with Faith and Robin here most of them are keeping a low profile."

He came up behind her and began kissing her neck, holding her hair out of the way. "We could be focusing on more...pleasurable activities."

Buffy felt her knees go weak as he continued to kiss her up and down her neck, stopping to gently nibble her shoulder. She tasted divine. Buffy was quickly losing the battle to remain focused as he wrapped his arms around her, lightly brushing his hands over her nipples. She couldn't help it, a small moan escaped her lips as she turned to face him and wrapped her arms around him.

He kissed her on the lips, softly, teasingly but as she pulled him closer his kisses became more insistent. He pressed her against the cool stone and Buffy felt the stake she'd been holding drop to the ground. His hands began to roam over her curves, sliding under her tank top and up to her bra. Buffy moaned obscenely as he thrust his hardened member against the dampening crotch of her jeans. In a moment she was going to have to have him, cemetery or no.

Giles couldn't remember the last time he had felt such fire in his veins. All he could sense was Buffy; her fragrance, her taste. He felt her nails clawing at his back through the softness of his sweater. He wanted her so much all he could see was stars. He could feel her pushing him away but it just made him want her more. Then he felt her withdraw the stake that he had put in his back pocket. "Giles," it came out as more of a moan.

God he loved the sound of his name as it rolled off her tongue, he wanted to make her say it more. "Buffy," his voice was a hoarse whisper.

Buffy had gotten distracted from his eager caresses, which was saying something because she hadn't felt anything so wonderful in all her life, by the danger that emerged from the trees. Approaching them silently were three vampires. She felt for the stake in his pocket and withdrew it. Finally he ceased his ministrations on her neck but didn't move. "Vampires?"

"Yep." His breath was tickling the hairs on her neck making it nearly impossible for her to concentrate.

"How many?"

"More than the one I wanted. When I count to three," the vampires were so close to them she could see their dilated pupils in their yellow eyes. "One, two, three!"

Giles spun away and Buffy wasted no time in punching the nearest vamp and staking him cleanly. Giles drew the attention of the second vampire and Buffy went after the third. Adrenaline was pumping in her veins and she was so annoyed that she quickly finished the second vampire before throwing the stake and taking the third out.

Giles removed his glasses and polished them with his shirtsleeve. "No witty repartee?"

"Giles." Buffy was sweating and panting.

"You sure took them in hurry." He was trying to ignore her chest as it heaved up and down.

"Giles." She hadn't been this turned on in years.

"I was used to your scathing fashion critiques as you staked." He knew that he was being frustrating.

"GILES!!"

"Hmmm?"

"Remember what Faith said about slaying?" Actually he did remember and his eyes grew wide, he knew that their relationship was about to change irrevocably. Buffy waited until understanding dawned in his eyes then took his hand, "Home. Now." They ran through the cemetery and didn't stop until they reached the house.

Once inside the house Buffy pushed him against the wall and kissed him fervently. Momentarily stunned by his impact on the wall Giles let her take the lead. After a moment though he wanted more. He lifted her up and she wrapped his legs around him. This time he crashed her against the wall while he feasted on her plump, juicy lips. Letting her rest against the wall he pulled her tank top off and reaching for her bra. She was clawing at his head and kissing him all over his face. Her skin felt like it was on fire under his touch and she couldn't help but moan as his kisses trailed their way across her neck and chest.

Buffy clawed at his back, trying to pull his sweater off. All she could think of was an overwhelming need to feel his skin against hers. As soon as she had it off it was discarded haphazardly behind her on the floor. She bit his shoulder, marking him, giggling slightly as he growled against her. She was trying to figure out how to get his pants off, and hers for that matter, since he had her pressed against the wall. He must have sensed something because he all of a sudden he groaned and put her down. Before she had time to miss him he had taken his pants off and divested Buffy of hers. She didn't even have a chance to feel embarrassed about being naked in front of him for the first time before he had lifted her up again and pressed her into the wall again.

He returned his mouth to her, he blazed a trail down her neck to her collarbone. He smiled at her wickedly then captured one of her nipples with his mouth. She moaned and was glad for his hands that held her so firmly to him. They didn't care that they were naked in her livingroom, all they cared about was the pleasure they could bring to each other. Unable to withstand the temptation of her hot, moist center he pulled her underwear to the side and slid his hard as steel erection into her.

Buffy cried out, and for a moment he thought he'd hurt her, but soon she moaned and began to move against him. Giles felt a deep throaty growl building in him as he thrust into her, pressing her against the wall. In the back of his mind he knew that if she wasn't a slayer that he wouldn't be able to have her like this, but that just made him love and want her more. "Buffy, oh, Buffy!"

Her name on his lips was all it took for her to fall into a mind shattering orgasm. Her body shook and trembled in his arms. She had been reduced to a blubbering, mass and all she seemed able to do was whisper his name over and over again. Pleased with himself he allowed himself to let go and spilled his seed into her. He rested his forehead against hers while he waited for his breathing to return to normal. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off his legs were protesting and he didn't think he'd be able to hold her up any longer. Slowly he lowered her to the floor before reclining on the stairs. Buffy joined him, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat slow. Nothing had ever felt more right to her.

"Buffy...I..."

"I know, that...that was..."

"Yes it was."

Buffy laughed softly. In her mind she knew he would be polishing his glasses if he had them. She traced her fingers up and down his chest. She purred as he stroked her hair back from her face. He couldn't believe that they were laying together nearly naked. Buffy tilted her face up to his and he kissed her lips. She smiled at him and for a minute he wondered why but then he followed her gaze down and blushed when he realized that he was becoming aroused again.

"Already?" She reached down and traced his lengthening member with her fingers.

"Yes, well," he gasped as she blew on it. "You're not exactly helping things." She smiled wickedly and began to kiss her way down his chest. He reached for her and pulled her back up to look at him. "Are you trying to kill me?" She kissed him, pushing his tongue into his mouth. He pulled her to him, grunting when she put a leg over him and straddled him.

What was left of his rational brain convinced Giles to slow down. As much as he wanted her he was finding it hard to ignore the pressure of the stairs in his back. Groaning he pulled away from her delectable flesh and began carrying her up the stairs. Her room was closest and he came in and threw her on the bed. Their eyes connected, their gaze filled with passion and longing. Buffy pulled him to the bed and began to run her fingers over his muscular chest and through the fine hair that covered it. She kissed his collarbone, his neck, then tasted his lips.

"Giles," her voice came out a cross between a moan and whisper.

"Yes love?" He tangled his fingers in her hair.

"Please..." she couldn't finish her sentence, but that was okay, he knew what she meant. For a moment, as he gazed at her on the bed he forgot about everything. She blushed as she felt his gaze bore into her. "What?"

She was nude except for an amazingly small pair of black lace underwear. "You are so beautiful."

In response she held out her hand and he took it, joining her on the bed. His weight on her felt right and she wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer. His hands were strong but soft, marked only by a few calluses from training. It had been years since either of them had been with someone and their desire was beginning to overwhelm them. He slid out of his shorts and ripped her panties from her.

Buffy giggled, "I liked that pair."

Giles growled, "I'll buy you another." He slid up between her legs until his manhood was resting against her hot, moist center. He hesitated staring deep into her eyes. Buffy knew that he was giving her a chance to change her mind. Her only response was to wrap her legs around him and pulled him to her. Intoxicated by her tightness he needed every ounce of control to keep from losing everything. Her moans became louder, more frequent as he pushed deeper into her. The feeling of being locked in her velvet vise was transcendent.

Soon with a final thrust he came in her and collapsed in a sweating, quivering pile on top of her. He kissed her lightly on each eyelid and then rolled off of her, pulling her tightly against him. Buffy rested her head on his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

"This is nice."

"Hmmm?" Giles ran his fingers through her hair.

"I like listening to your heartbeat. And you're warm, I don't even need the blanket." For a moment Buffy let her mind wander over the other men she'd been with. Spike had been the last, and there was no soothing heartbeat, no warm glow. She pulled Giles closer. For modesty's sake Giles reached down and covered them both with the blanket. He knew what she was talking about and couldn't help but wonder what she thought. How did he compare to GI Joe and the undead? He felt her clutch him tighter and kissed the top of her head. "This is better," she snuggled into him missing the smile that creased his face.

Buffy rolled over and he followed, molding his chest to her back. He kissed her shoulder then began stroking her arm. He moved his hand down to her stomach. She moved her hips against him, arching her back. Despite having just finished he was already becoming aroused again. He moved his hands up to her breasts. Soon he was working in her again, until each of them was brought to a shuddering climax. As soon as they were done Buffy drew his arms around her tighter and snuggled into the pillow. She kissed his hand before beginning to doze off. "I love you Giles," she sighed and closed her eyes. Giles was surprised by her sleepy declaration but he felt so incredibly moved and happy about it that he allowed himself a satisfied smile before dropping off to sleep as well.