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Rating:                             UK-18 / USA-NC17 / Others – over the legal age of consent for 'adult' fiction.

Spoilers:                          Only spoils for those who don't like B/G

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Pairing:                            B/G (what a surprise)

Summary:                       Buffy convinces Giles she really is a big girl now. You've been warned

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Chapter 2

He flicked the lighter shut and looked around the room. Perfect. Well, not perfect, but just right, he didn't want to overwhelm her…

The doorbell broke his thoughts. Surely it couldn't be her, he'd said midnight, and it was midnight, but she was never on time. Please don't let it be something else….not tonight of all nights. He opened the door gingerly, looked out and the sight which confronted him took his breath away.

She was stunning. Her hair was pulled up into a chignon, her eyes sparkled, a delicate locket hung at her throat. Her black dress floated around her body from shoestring straps, the fine material resting in folds around her delicate cleavage revealing just enough to make Giles wonder at what it would be like to kiss between those beautiful breasts. ….

"Hi? Giles?"  The movement of her hand brought him back to his senses.

"Oh, uh, sorry, it's just, I was, um. You look incredible." She smiled broadly.

"Wow. 'Amazing', 'Incredible'. All in one day too! So um, can I come in or….."

"Oh gosh, yes of course, I'm sorry, come in. Oh and wine. Good wine. Buffy I'm impressed"

"Yeah well…y'know…" Oh why did she feel like this was a first date with someone she hardly knew? Because it is a first date stupid, even if you do know him!

"Uh, go through. Are you hungry?"

"Always!"

"Good." He caught up and opened the door for her.

She caught her breath as she entered the room and her eyes widened in shock. All this….

"Giles…what…." She whirled round to face him.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! You did all this, just for tonight?" She turned and looked around the room again, taking in the candles everywhere, the table dressed as well as any top restaurant. Gone were the bare surfaces, the piles of books. Petals carpeted the floor, everywhere was given over to romance. The sofa was hidden beneath a pile of cushions in every texture available in soft pink. He moved forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, letting them wander down her bare arms as he bent his head to whisper into her ear.

"I told you – I wanted it to be special. Just like you."

"It's wonderful." She turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Just like you" she whispered into his mouth.

He could smell something…..something burning? Christ he knew he was on fire for her.. but…. "Oh Bugger!!!" He ran into the kitchen, leaving her reeling from his outburst….

"Giles….?"

He appeared at the kitchen door, holding in an oven-gloved hand what appeared to be tiny lumps of charcoal on a baking tray. She couldn't resist a smile at the expression on his face.

"Mmmmm. Is that dinner?" She barely got the words out before collapsing in a fit of giggles.

"Fortunately not the whole dinner, no. They, they…" he was having trouble speaking through the giggles himself. "were supposed to be, oh dear, supposed to be filo parcels.." for some reason this was even funnier than the pathetic sight he held in his hands and he slid down the door frame, no longer able to support his own weight, laugh and breathe at the same time.