Was there like a fleet of retirement buses arriving in Sunnydale? Cordelia wondered as she made way to the Bronze. It just seemed to be an endless amount of old people running around and chasing each other like children. Had something been added to the water? Was there an 80s band playing? What was that old woman even thinking wearing something like that? Cordelia cringed as she saw a woman wearing something that only belonged to someone half her age.
Whatever anything was going on Cordelia was just grateful to get out of the house as her parents were acting similarly freaky. It had been a really weird night for her, although not quite as weird as a few she'd had in the last year. Ever since Buffy showed up, it was like her life was just destined to get weirder and weirder. At first their good mood had been fun and a welcome change from their usual oblivious bad moods. Then… her mother started borrowing Cordelia's clothes. And her father, just locked himself in the bathroom with old copies of Esquire. Cordelia scrunched her nose up at the thought of what he might have been up to in there as she felt a little sick at the idea. So, it came as a relief when Xander called and suggested they meet up with the others at the Bronze.
She was walking up to the entrance fully intend on making a typically grand entrance to her friends letting them know she had arrived when someone caught her eye outside, and she glances over to him. He's in the alley outside of the Bronze, smoking a cigarette, and first she thinks he's some creepy trashy older guy who's been thrown out until she hears him swearing at the bouncers and… that accent! She knows that accent! She knows only one person with that accent! And oh my god that person is Giles! "Giles?" she asks incredulously stepping towards in with caution and staring at him. He's in some ratty undershirt and jeans, really tight jeans, actually, and is surrounded by a cloud of cigarette smoke but it is definitely him.
He looks up and laughs bitterly this was all he needs. "Oh, that's bloody fabulous," he slurs. "What do you want, Cordelia?" He knew he should have never had agreed with the blond Joyce to come to this pathetic excuse for a club. It was mouth and no trousers in there kicking him out before he barely got to sip his first drink. All he did was ask for something stronger than that watered down rubbish they were serving… well demand and threatened was what he did if he was honest hence the need for the barman to call for security. Bloodly Yanks!
"Oh my God!" she exclaims still looking at him in horror at the state he was in. "Something really is wrong with you. I mean, we thought you might be sick when you didn't show up for study hall, but -"
"Cordelia, do you mind?" he says irritably interrupting her, standing, and walking a little away from her. "I've got a headache." He decided to leave Joyce in the club and go elsewhere for some fun. She had been okay but there hanging around and gossiping he could handle without wanting to kill someone. The night was still young and he had plenty of time to create a little chaos.
"That is the least of your problems, Giles," she says distastefully. "Even the tweed is better than this. I mean, I've heard of shabby chic, but I think that's just - "
Cutting her off from mid putdown he slams her against the brick wall of the Bronze, not hard enough that she's really in pain, but hard enough to really throw her off. "Cordelia," he murmurs, and his voice is a lot rougher than usual, which could have something to do with the fact that he reeks of booze and cigarette smoke, "I'm going to do two things that I've wanted to do to you for a long time. First of all, shut the fuck up, and second of all..." And then he kisses her.
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"Mom?"
Joyce turns around, smiles widely and mouths "thank you!" at Buffy, then hurries away from the guy she's talking to. She rushes over to where a shocked Buffy and Xander are standing looking at her. "Oh, god, thank you, Buffy. That guy could not take a hint! Honey, you would not believe how bad my night has been. I was here with Ripper, and - "
"What?" Buffy asked confused. "You were here with Gi - I mean, is something wrong? Were you guys looking for me, 'cuz, you know, they can page people here, all you had to do was call, and I would've…" Her eyes widened when she noticed her mother's attire, "That's my tank-top! Is that my skirt too!?"
"Ummm Buffy focus," Xander said from behind her, and Buffy spun to look at him. "She just referred to your watcher as Ripper!"
"Nothing's wrong!" her mother giggles. "We just wanted to have a little fun...but then he kinda had a fight with the bouncers here," her mother's face clouds up. "And he stormed out, and he probably left with some skank just to make me - "
"Well that clears everything up with a side of 'Huh'" Xander commented shaking his head while looking around. He was not known for his powers of observation but even he knew something was up. Older people filled the club, older people who really should know better about their actions. Nearby them a grey-haired guy had his head tilted back as the bartender pours orange juice and vodka directly into his mouth. His equally grey-haired friends surrounded him and goaded him on. Add with the bizarre behaviour by his parents and he knew something was in the air tonight and just the smell of the garbage that the bin men hadn't picked up.
"Wait, what?" Buffy blurted out her brain threatening to overload at any moment. "Mom, did you just say 'skank'? You told me never to call people names like - that's not the point! What is wrong with everyone tonight?" She said gesturing around at several older couples on the dance floor kiss passionately. She grimaced and looked away. "No vampire has ever been that scary!" She told Xander who couldn't help but agree.
Joyce just giggles again. "Oh, honey, you can say whatever the hell you want. SKANK!" she shouts at a passing teenager to make her point. The other girl rolls her eyes and glares at Buffy whose eyebrows had jumped up her forehead as she watched the way her mother was acting. "And nothing's wrong with us," Joyce continues, "we just...I don't know, I guess everyone just feels like having a little fun tonight!"
Buffy stares at her mother for a moment unable to believe what was going on for a second. "Okay, mom, we're going home." She said grabbing her mother's hand and beginning to drag her away with Xander following the pair of them.
"But I just got here!" Joyce whined and protested in a very dramatic fashion. "I haven't had anyone fun to hang out with since Ripper left, and - "
"Would you stop calling him that, Mom?" Buffy growled turning back at her. It's...creepy! Willow!" Buffy calls out spotting the redhead and Willow and Oz catch up to them, "something is definitely not right here. We need to find Giles. Mom says she came in here with him and he left, so apparently, he's okay, because..."
"Can't really see Giles in here by choice," Oz finishes for her.
"Thank you," Buffy says recalling her past experiences with her rather stuffy watcher to know that he hated the music, hatred the sight of groups of kids who would often engage in 'pheromone-driven bouts of tongue-wrestling' as he once described and even on one occasion expressed distaste for the Bronze's prices on their drinks. This would be the last kind of place she would expect to find him unless it was an emergency of world ending propositions. Far more likely was that he would rather be in a warm and well stock library enjoying a giant book written with blah, blah levels of boredom.
Joyce sighs and rolls her eyes. "You Buffy are so boring," Joyce announces to which Buffy's jaw slackened as she cannot help but be offended by such a remark. Her own mother things that she is boring! Had there ever been anything worse said to her? "Come on! Let's go have some fun!" Joyce exclaimed to the others brightly and full of energy. They shift each looking uncomfortable.
"Mom, we're leaving!" Buffy says in what she knows is her mom's voice. Somebody had to be the adult here, right? Clearly the stress of knowing about Buffy's slayer status had driven her mother mad. But then again that did not explain all the other old people acting crazy around here. Something was wrong and it had hellmouth written all over it.
Joyce doesn't move. "It'll be cool, Mrs. Summers," Oz says trying to help move things along.
"We-we could probably use a hand with the researching, right?" Willow says, looking pointedly at Buffy. "That can be pretty cool. And, you know, we could always use more people to help us keep things safe. That's exciting...in a death-wish way."
"Really?" Joyce asks, looking at Buffy hopefully.
The slayer noted that all her friends were looking in her direction to awaiting an answer. "Fine," Buffy says. "You can give us a hand, Mom. But that means we have to find Giles and get to the library, now." Well at least this way she could keep an eye on her mother's actions.
"Cool," her mother says, shrugging. As they slowly try to head for an exit, she hears her mother say to Oz "And... you can call me Joyce, Oz." Oh, God! Buffy thought mortified at her mother's flirting.
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This isn't like Xander-kisses, or any other guy-kisses she's familiar with, for that matter. Taste of booze and cigarettes notwithstanding, Giles is a man who knows how to kiss. No stranger to make out sessions Cordelia had to admit that Giles was ticking every box right now even though, ew, not only is he old enough to be her father, but he is also Giles. Librarian Giles! Mr Tweed! Captain Britain… Mr Hello Lush Kisses! She thought to herself as she got caught up in the swirling moment of his lips on hers right now. Eyelashes brushed her cheeks, hazel eyes closed against reality, Cordelia became lost in an eternity of lingering kisses. The soft sucking of his lips against hers, sweet licks felt deep down inside leaving her aching and making her body flush with heat as it pressed up against him.
But goddammit, as soon as she's getting into it, he pulls away, but his hands go from being next to her shoulders to being wrapped around her, pulling her right up to him, and how is it possible that he's so...hot? No, really, he has a really nice face and all, and his body doesn't seem too bad now that she can actually see some of the lines of it, but...he's *hot*, literally. The heat coming from his body transfixes her. "Cordelia," Giles whispers, making her name sound like something really, really, really dirty. And he's moving now, and God he's thrusting, slowly, supporting her so she doesn't have to lean on the wall of the Bronze, which is probably covered in god-knows-what. He's thrusting, and this is Giles, it's sick and wrong and against the laws of God and man, but he knows what he's doing and this is a new Giles, she thinks. Maybe this is something Hellmouthy, but it doesn't seem like a demon Giles, it seems like it's just a different version of Giles.
"We can't- " is all she says. "I... can't …I mean, I've - Xan...er...ah..." But it's kinda really hard to concentrate when he's kissing her at that weird little soft spot that's not quite her ear, it's just below her jaw and not really her throat and his lips are so hot and dammit, he's still thrusting. Her ears are ringing. This is, like, like something out of those trashy romance novels her mom has, but...evil and twisted. It's, like, the anti-romance-novel. But her ears are ringing. And there's definitely a little panting, which of course leads to involuntary bosom-heavage, and wow, there's that "throbbing manhood" she's heard so much about and no wonder Mrs Calendar seemed to like him so much.
"Xander?!" he says, laughing cruelly pulling slightly back and giving a little space. "Must be losing my touch if you are thinking about that poor little nancy-boy Xander! Or maybe you are thinking about some glorified make-out session in the backseat with a football player or some little high school boy's hand up that fucking beautiful little cheerleading skirt!"
Blessedly the thrusting had stopped so she can focus a little better. They were standing close against each other with her hands all over his big, solid, broad shouldered - focus dammit!— THIS IS GILES! With that thought blaring loud in her head she is able think a little clearly. "Well heavy petting against a wall in some back alley is hardly a step up!" And she's so incredibly proud of herself that she's not only formed a coherent sentence, but she's actually said – or moaned or panted or whatever, she's verbally expressed something resembling a trademark Snappy Cordelia Comeback.
His gaze darkened as he loomed a little closer. "Better than a janitorial closet I bet." The rare zinger left her blushing. "Guess Xander is no Don Juan."
"And you are?" God why did she have to go challenging him? Typical Cordelia fight fire with fire, quip with quip. Now was certainly not the time to be smart but it was hard to break a habit of a lifetime.
He laughs again, and whispers, his lips hot and soft against hers, "We'll see, won't we?" before he kisses her again, this time slow and sweet and very soft. He pulls away, and it might be soft but it's not gentle, and she finds herself pushing her mouth against his for more, for something a little more satisfying. But Giles ignores her attempts, instead wrapping an arm around her waist. "You don't really wanna spend your evening in the Bronze, do you?" he asks, guiding her away from the club.
"Well, I mean, Buffy - " Buffy should really hear about the fact that her Watcher's midlife seems to have hit and hit hard, but it doesn't seem that he's gonna give her much of a choice on this matter as he continues to lead them away. She might be able to make a break for it if she was really lucky and didn't trip on any of the busted-up concrete on the way up to the club, but the memories of hard-ass Giles discourage that path, because hard-ass Giles is intimidating enough, and drunken, apparently slightly insane hard-ass Giles...yeah. "Buffy and Willow were kind of expecting me," she says weakly.
That suggestion fell flat on his ears "Piff blow them off!" Giles dismisses. "We can go and have some fun and play all kinds of wicked games." It seemed far too long since he'd listened to his own needs and desires, since he was even in the position to do so.
"What if I don't want to play?" she challenged her face turning towards his.
"You will." He said firmly and full belief.
"Why?" She asked him.
He grinned, a wide cocky and amoral grin before replying. "Because I bet, you're too good at it not to play!" he says, nuzzling her throat before lighting up another cigarette. "Don't suppose you smoke," he says snidely while he let his eyes soak up the sight of Cordelia in that wonderful red dress which hugged her breasts and left her long supple legs bare to his view. She looked soft and firm in all the right places, her curves making his hands itch to touch her.
"No, I personally *like* clean teeth, good breath and lungs that will last me a good eighty or ninety years. But don't let me stop you." Cordelia replied well aware of his lingering looks and slightly squirming at them. A swarm of butterflies flitted inside her uncertain if they were supposed to be excited or just freaking out.
"I won't," he says, not visibly offended by her comment. And they keep walking, away from the Bronze as Giles ran a hand over Cordelia's lush ass, giving one cheek a firm squeeze. The fire in her eyes as she whipped around to face him only spurred him on as he moved his arm tightly around her waist, fingers idly tracing circles on her hip and sliding up and down in an area of only a few inches that feels like it's buzzing beneath the fabric of her shirt. Okay, maybe this *is* something Hellmouthy.
It's about ten minutes later that she finally says something. "Uh, hey, Giles?"
He just laughs. "Giles?" he repeats. "What is this, the soddin' X-Files? It's not Giles anymore, Cordelia." And she's really genuinely scared for a few seconds, because crazy Giles is still better than scary demon in Giles's body. But then he tosses away the cigarette and breathes in her ear "Ripper's back, sweet thing."
Not demon. But oh shit. Giles's younger self which from what she understood was as out of control as her father's latest toupee. "Ah," is all she says. "That's...uh - that's good."
And Giles, or Ripper, or whoever he is now, laughs some more. "Has anyone ever told you you're incredibly beautiful when you're terrified?" he asks her, lighting another cigarette and replacing his arm around her waist.
"No," she says, tossing her hair, "but it would explain why the demons always come after me, wouldn't it?" He just smiles. Damn, that sexy smile was back again. Where had he been hiding it? She wonders while nervously licking her lips.
XXXXX
When Buffy and the group get outside, acting on pure instinct Buffy hands her keys to her mother to which Joyce looks at her blankly. "Don't you want to drive?" Buffy asks her mom.
Joyce shrugs. "Nah, you can go ahead. I'm sick of driving everywhere." Despite being a teenager, she had vague memories of driving to the shops, driving to work, driving Buffy to school it seemed to be endless. The shuttling from back from place to place, always on the move and never having time for herself. What kind of loser was she in this reality?
"Uh, Mrs. Summers," Willow says nervously recalling the horror experience that was Buffy driving in full technicolour. A simple drive with Buffy had led to her being reminded of every prayer she was ever taught.
"No time," Buffy interrupts as she gets into the driver's seat while the others get into the car with Willow, Oz and Xander occupying the backseat and Joyce sitting alongside Buffy. "Come on, we gotta go. Mom, you said Giles left, did he say where he was going? To the school, or to his place, or..."
Joyce shrugs as Buffy speeds off, and giggles as they take a hard right. "Wow, Buffy, you suck at this," she laughs as Xander couldn't help but grab Oz's hand holding it tightly as Buffy went speeding past a stop sign. At this rate the vampires in this town won't have to suck his blood but rather be able to lick it off the ground.
"Thanks for the rousing endorsement," Buffy deadpanned as the others all checked to make sure their seatbelts were fastened. "Think, Mom! Did he tell you where he was going?" Buffy asked frantically as she speeded around town. She kept seeing adults all round town seemingly out of control. Whatever this was must be something serious to cause this kind of madness to be happening. Hence why they needed to find Giles fast.
"I told you, no." Joyce snaps back at Buffy shotting her a dirty look. This girl was all business, and it was getting old very fast. She simply wanted to have a little fun and let her hair down. Buffy was able to go out into town whenever she pleased under the idea that it was for the greater good and she was saving the day. But oh no the moment her mother wanted to enjoy herself it was all 'go home and stay out of the way!' so annoying!
Willow glances over at her boyfriend sharing a silent look that suggested it was better to stay out of the conversation as two Summers woman started to get snippy with each other. Stepping in between two firing cannons might be a safer option. Buffy gives a little frustrated growl. "Mom, you need to tell me, did he seem...different from normal? I mean, was he - "
"He was acting like everyone else," Joyce explains to her. "Until he suddenly turned into Super Jerk, got into a fight and left me. If we find him, do I have to talk to him? He's not gonna be giving us all orders like you say he normally does, is he?"
Willow and Buffy look at each other worriedly until Xander gestured to Buffy to watch the road. "Like everyone else," Buffy repeats turning back to the road and swerving to avoid the pavement. "So, whatever this is," she says nervously, "it may've happened to Giles. If he's regressing..." She trails off. Willow gulps in fear. Oh no! Giles was affected by whatever magic was going around this was serious!
"Well, okay," Oz says, slightly confused, "but you know, even if he's sixteen, Giles is probably still a pretty together guy, right? I mean, he might not have all the answers, but..."
"Well, uh, see..." Willow starts, stuttering nervously trying to find the right words. While Xander looked anywhere but Oz deciding not to explain anything.
"Giles at sixteen," Buffy says for her, "...less Together Guy, more Bad Magic Hates the World Ticking Time Bomb Guy." She shuddered at the memory of how he described himself in his youth. She only imagine what kinds of chaos he would be getting into.
"Oh," Oz says. After a moment, he says "Well, maybe it's for the best that he left you in there, Joyce." Nodding in her direction.
"Oh yeah?" Joyce asks, grinning at Oz batting her eyelids. This guitarist was cute.
"I didn't just see that," Buffy says. "Eyes on the road, eyes on the road, always on the road." It's quiet for a few minutes as things in the car are clearly tense, until Joyce begins rummaging through the glove compartment. "Mom," Buffy asks, trying to be calm and focus on the road, "what are you looking for?"
"Nothing," her mom says grumbling at just finding various boring stuff like car insurance forms before turning back to the trio in the backseat. "Hey, you kids got any of that candy left to sell?" She decided that a square like Buffy wouldn't be caught dead with candy. She had a feeling that the blonde skipped meals to maintain her figure.
Willow and Oz both shook their heads while Xander replied. "Sorry Mrs S I ate a ton of mine," before muttering mostly to himself wishfully. "Really could use a bar right now just to munch on."
"At a time like this you're thinking about - oh my god!" Buffy slams on the brakes and turns around to stare at Willow. "Will, that's it!"
"What's it?" Willow asks, staring at Buffy in wide-eyed confusion, although it could just be wide-eyed fear, since the car behind them swerves and speeds past them, tires squealing and middle fingers visible through every window. Xander grimaces as he sees them go past.
"The candy! It's the candy, Willow! That's what is affecting them!" Buffy exclaimed like a lightbulb had just gone off in her head. All the parents must have been sold candy by the students and that was how they were all affect! It would have been the easiest way of doing it but why and who was behind all this?
Xander snorted at that. "No! That can't be right! If the candy's supposed to make you feel all immature and stuff, I've had a ton, and I don't feel any dif..." He trails off when he sees the looks, he is getting from everyone in the car. "Never mind," he grumbles.
Ignoring him Buffy turned back to her mother. "Mom, do you have any of the wrappers or anything?"
Joyce shrugs. "Nah, just threw 'em out when I was done. What're you talking about, the candy?"
Damn Buffy thought thinks were never easy! "There must be some kind of curse on the candy, or demon eggs in the batch, or something." Buffy muses. "Look, we gotta get to the library. When we do, Willow, I want you to find out where the school got this candy from. Guys," she turns to Xander and Oz, "you look up curses. Mom, you - uh - you can look up, um...all right, I guess I need you to look up curses, too. But...would you stop the creepy Oz-flirting?" At that Joyce huffed and sulked in her seat all the way to the school. This girl was no fun at all!
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"So," Cordelia finally says after a few moments of neither on them talking, "you really liked the cheerleading outfit?"
He looks at her, surprised. "Thought you were never gonna say anything."
"Yeah, well, I got bored waiting for you to do it," Cordelia defended herself. "I thought you were gonna be Conversation Guy earlier, but apparently not. Seriously. You liked the outfit?"
"That is not an outfit," he declares. "That's soddin' fetish wear. It's disgraceful that a bunch of teenagers are allowed to wear that...which is to say," he says with a well-placed leer, tossing his cigarette aside and wrapping his arms around her tightly as his voice drops to barely a hot breath on her ear, "that all I could think about whenever I saw you in that bloody getup was throwing you down on the floor, ripping the built-in underwear out of that skirt with my teeth, and proceeding to fuck you so hard that you'd be unable to walk for a week."
And once again, she's rendered speechless, if for somewhat shorter a time. "Uh-huh," she says, trying to imitate that breathy voice. Part of her one that she wished wasn't there couldn't help but be flattered with even his sleazy comment. "Well. You know, I wish I could say the same, but since tweed's never really done it for me..."
They walk past a boutique store that had quickly become a favourite of Cordelia's ever since it opened, and she couldn't help but stop them to take a look at it. Giles checks his hair in the mirror while Cordelia stared into her reflection and looked for visible signs of insanity. Because she'd clearly lost her mind. That's right it wasn't Giles who was crazy it was her! She had been making out with Giles and flirting! Yes, definite flirting with him! She had clearly lost her mind and as per usual no one seemed to care! God the people in this town were so self-absorbed! "What about leather?" he asks her snapping back to whatever reality this was. "That better suited to Her Highness's tastes?" he asked her, and Cordelia admired the long stylish leather coat on display that he was pointing to a coat. It did look and would no doubt look better on her.
"Well yeah, but the store's closed," Cordelia pointed out. She made a mental note to come back and buy it when the store was open. Giles merely takes a final drag from his cigarette, then tosses it aside. He grabs a trashcan and idly swings it toward the store's display window. Wide eyed Cordelia quickly steps away. Great! Now he can add breaking and entering and stealing on his list of crimes tonight! The glass shatters and falls everywhere when the can hits, and an alarm goes off while Giles climbs in and takes the coat off of the mannequin. Cordelia looks around to see if anyone is coming. Giles comes back out and hops down to the sidewalk from the window opening.
"How is this?" Giles asks her draping the coat over her shoulders. "Good enough for you?"
"Well," she says, looking down at the coat now on her before glancing back at the store, "it's a start."
XXXXXX
"Buffy," Joyce says irritably, "I'm sick of looking through books. This is stupid, and I'm getting...old-book-grungy-stuff on my hands, and..."
"Mom, if you don't want to help, just go home!" Buffy shouts finally, her voice echoing through the library. They had gotten back to the library and started researching when her mother had started complaining! God she was well truly fed up with being the adult in the room. At this rate she would be going grey. Her friends stare for a few moments, then each think better getting involved look away, giving her privacy.
"I still wanna help," Joyce pouts, crossing her arms sulkily. "I just...isn't there something less boring I can do… and less gross?" She said making a face looking at the picture of the demon on the book she was meant to be reading. It was all smile and antlers, yuck!
Almost growling Buffy put her book down and got up to her feet. "I'm going to do a quick check on the surroundings see if Giles or if there are any vampires in the neighbourhood. Maybe I beat some information out of something or someone. You guys keep checking," she said nodding to where Willow was busy hacking on the computer before giving one last glare at her mother. This was going to be a long evening as many of them were. Another day, another Sunnydale Hellmouth mystical event. But this time they were currently in the dark as to what was happening without Giles's knowledge and her mother was acting crazy. Choosing the true Big-Bad, she blamed the Hellmouth for its never-ending source of frustration thus leaving her in such a tense state of unrest they could barely sit still. Hopefully a quick patrol would ease some of the tension.
Joyce couldn't help but roll her eyes as she watched the girl stalk out of the library doors. So, what if a few people in this town were running around town a little out of control or staying out late. What was so bad about that? This girl was just a stick in the mud. "She is just a little restless," Xander's voice came from behind her, and he smiled a little sadly monitoring at where Buffy had departed. "She doesn't really do research parties like the rest of us. She is built for slaying not studying the texts like some of us."
"So, what she is like some superhero?" Joyce enquired somewhat dismayed about someone so small could be like a warrior. So far all she had seen Buffy do was boss people around, have no sense of fun and drive very badly. Hardy the stuff of comic books.
"And them some!" Xander stated over a stack of old dusty books. He put aside the oversized 500-page book entitled 'Non-Threatening Spells, Possessions, and Witchcraft: Volume 1,' it hadn't provided any answers anyway. "She like a force of nature! I've seen her beat down vampires twice as big as her, demons with various powers and still worry about her nails! She is great!" He said
Thinking about it for a second Joyce gave a long thought of that blonde being a hero. "She is still cranky!" Joyce replied huffing and going back to her book as there was nothing better to do.
Xander was about to speak up before stopping as Cordelia would hardly be happy with him to go on praising Buffy so highly. Speaking of his girlfriend he wondered where she was. A few minutes ago, he had called her house to get her to come here but there was no sign of her. At least that is what he managed to make out from her mother who he suspected was under the influence of the chocolate. Cordelia probably was there just with her hands full Xander decided.
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When it rains it pours it would seem. A cop spotted Giles breaking into the store and snatching the coat, so he pulled a gun on them the couple. That did not seemed to scare or faze Ripper however who taunted the cop while walking closer to the officer. This Giles seemed to have a death wish or something.
"Giles, be careful! Cordelia cried out which distracts the officer, and Giles bats his gun hand aside, grabs it and holds onto it as he head-butts the older man in the forehead and knees him in the crotch and again in the gut. The cop doubles over in pain. Giles twists the officer's arm up above his head and takes the Beretta from him, and then knees him in the face. The cop falls over unconscious. Giles sticks the gun into the back of his pants.
"Told him he'd never use it." Giles smirked cockily down at the officer now on the floor before turning back to Cordelia.
"That was crazy!" Cordelia exclaimed. "You could have been shot or worse he could have put a bullet hole in me by mistake!" As she said it, Giles's dark gaze slipped downward enjoying her body in that dress. From her midriff with its deep vee neck to its skin-tightness with combination of skin and smooth red satin she was an incredible sight. She was loud but blow me she was stunning Ripper thought to himself. For Cordelia it was a struggle to keep her breathing calm and even. She'd learned to ignore lustful stares but had never seen Giles look at her that way before with desire so openly written on his face. He was looking at her like she was some dusty tomb he wanted to translate. His gaze lingered on her rounded breasts, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the juncture of her thighs, down to her feet and painted toenails. By the time he lifted his eyes again, Cordelia was quivering from the attention. It felt like he'd touched her, a phantom caress sweeping electric tingles across her skin.
"Come on! Don't pretend it didn't impress you just a little bit," Giles winked at her speaking softly and silkily.
It was hard to be irritated when his touch turned her to jelly. Instead of her usual crushing remark, she managed a weak, "Hey, what kind of girl do you think I am?" She was well aware of the way he was looking at her and the fact he was backing them towards the cop car.
"A cheerleader," came Giles's quick reply.
"That's right!" Cordelia said proud and full of defiance. "I am a cheerleader not some slut and I will not…" She would have said more and given him a full-on Cordelia Chase verbal lashing, but his mouth prowled hers hungrily so all she could do was let out a throaty moan. Her eyes fluttered closed to focus on desires that seemed to be out of her control. Their bodies pressed tight, hard angles meeting soft curves, taut flesh tingling at every contact. Her nails curled against the back of his neck prompting him to continue.
Hungry for her mouth, he took it with his own as they clashed with eager need. Lips pulling at hers, swiping firmly across tender curves. A sharp tug followed at her bottom lip, teasing its inner flesh with the tip of his tongue. Demanding a response instantly given. Opening up, their tongues duelled in a sudden struggle to taste, tease, possess. Cordelia forgot everything except the feeling of being in his arms, his cool lips trailing fire along her jaw, fingers electrifying her flesh even through the silk barrier of her dress. She clung to him kissing him hard and hungrily giving into the moment and damning the consequences.
Eventually they found the hood of the cop car as Giles leaned her onto the hood of the car meaning Cordelia was pinned down underneath him. One hand curved around her hip holding Cordelia close. The other left her chin to palm the curve of her breast, testing its fullness. Cordelia's hips rocked gently across his in an almost unconscious effort to get closer to what her body craved. As his hand left her breast, Cordelia bit back a protest quelling it only because Giles's mouth had moved down to the pulse of her throat. Soft smooches and his flicking tongue stimulated the smooth flesh. Then a swift move of Giles's hands lifted Cordelia's dress around her waist revealing her shapely toned legs one of which stroked up the side of his body telling him that she wanted more.
Now wanting to touch her more intimately, he moved just enough to allow room for his hands to explore. For the first minute as Giles' hands wandered from the plump curves of her breasts down to her supple thighs, Cordelia said nothing in favour of focusing on the way he was making her feel. Then his fingers teased the elastic edges of her panties though his eyes never left hers. Giles smirked down at her and grabbing her underwear ripping it in two pieces tossing the useless pieces of material away. "Now I know why they call you Ripper," Cordelia groaned in desire before she gasped as her ass made contract with the hood of the car as now there was nothing insulating her bare ass from the smooth metal.
She's not trashy. She's not trash, all cracks about her clothes to the contrary, she's a high-class, high-maintenance gal and damn proud of it. But right now, she wanted nothing more than to be trashy for this man before her. How could she never have realized just how hot Giles would be if he would wear something...different? Hot Giles as she would now think of him slowly descended her body tracing a line down the body with his tongue. He reached the husky wet opening and licked around the edges sending Cordelia insane. She knew she should be fighting him off, telling him to take his tempting kisses and his sinful touch somewhere else. Only she wanted it. She wanted it so much.
He slid her tongue in earning loud moans of pleasure from the brunette. Giles licked at the sweet tasting juices that Cordelia's vagina was producing. She pulled up for air gazing down at him with a sparkle of intense desire in her hazel eyes as her hips settled down allowing his tongue to lick her imitate parts. She's lying on her back on a cop car, legs splayed wide, lower lip caught between her teeth to stop herself from crying out as he thrusts his tongue inside her eating her out.
They could be caught at any minute, but she doesn't care because there's nothing except the delicious friction against her clit and the slick slide of his tongue inside her. It's impossible to resist. Desire mounts rapidly and some part of her admits it's because she knows they might be caught. Giles brought her to orgasm, the wave of pleasure washed over her as she convulsed with pleasure.
As the colours seeped back into her vision, she felt herself being lifted up to make space for him and his body covered her from the cool night. She heard the sound of a zipper and then those sure hands were on her hips, pulling her forward. She looked up at Giles's hungry face, and reached down to help him and then he was in her and it's not as cold as his hands, but it felt strange and sweet Christ he was big, and it's been too long, she can't take it. She tried to push him out, get away but he wouldn't let go.
"Sssh, sssh don't worry baby, it's gonna be okay." He tells her. Very slowly he shifted her, lifting slightly her into a different position and suddenly it didn't hurt at all. They stared at each other, startled as he slid all the way home. Throbbing warmth spread up her spine, making her nipples hard, cycling back to her centre and his stony grip relaxed when she began to push back, and match his rhythm giving as good as she got. At one point she paused but only to press her breasts forward against him to get closer, her eyes lustrous as she watched him. She felt so full of him Giles's body stretching hers, holding him deep inside her hot, slick walls. Her nipples peaked, so erect, begging for his lips as she greedily matched his thrusts. Giles or Ripper or whoever he's going by whispering things to her about how many places and how many times and how many different ways they're going to be doing this.
The police car was rocking and creaking under them, anyone passing would know what was happening there, and she should care about that, but she didn't because Giles's clever fingers had slipped in to spark a conflagration that roared through her whole body and sent her flying up into the black sky again as she came hard. From a long way away, she heard him swear her name as he pounded into her with a pace designed to get him off. Still shuddering around him, sparks of pleasure shooting across her sex she gripped him tightly pushing him to join her and he snarled as he convulsed inside her and collapsed to cover her.
They recovered quickly slightly aware they were in the middle of a high street. He stood tucking himself back in and helped her sit up pulling down her skirt and wrapping the coat around her. Her legs buckle a little when she stands leaning onto the car for support. He spots some smokes in the back of unconscious cops back pocket and nabs them along with something else that she can't quite make out. Bringing it into view with a suggestive look in his twinkling eyes as he tilted his head and looked at her wolfish grin.
They were handcuffs.
She looked at them in horror for a moment blushing in deep crimson and his mouth raised in an amused smile. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the arousal shooting up inside her as her mind bombarded her with mental possibilities and images of the handcuffs in use. No longer shy she took them from his hand and placed them in her coat pocket.
Okay maybe she was just a little trashy.