Spoilers: None really. Season 5 I guess.
Lyrics: "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas
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"Umph!" With a grunt, Buffy landed on her back and stared up at Giles. "Okay, what was that?"
He extended a hand and helped her up. "You don't expect me to do the same training routine with you every time now, do you? I'm keeping you on your toes."
She answered that with a gentle leg sweep to land him on his back. "And what about you?" She smiled down at him and crossed her arms.
He scowled. "Not funny." He sat up slowly and they both heard his back pop in several places. "Good lord. I suppose I am a bit out of shape."
Buffy frowned and helped him up. "Sorry, I didn't mean that you..."
He waved a hand. "It's quite all right. I'm not getting any younger you know. I can't very well train like you do."
"But you could do something." She paused to think. "What about dancing? You could dance!"
"Buffy, I've seen the way your generation dances and I think I'll pass."
She giggled. "Okay, so we won't have you slam dancing at a rave. How about this." She took his hands and placed them on her waist.
"What are you doing?" He looked down at her puzzled.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm going to dance with you."
"We don't have any music." He kept his hands on her waist though.
"So? We can make some up. C'mon this'll be fun." She smiled. "May I have this dance?"
He couldn't help but smile at her. "Since you've already gotten us into position I suppose I shouldn't deny a lady a dance." He removed one of his hands from her waist and took one of her hands in it. "But I still think we need music. So..." He smiled and sang softly as he twirled her about the training room. "I close my eyes only for a moment and the moments gone..."
Buffy closed her eyes and let him lead her around, the entire room disappearing as she fell into his voice.
"Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see. Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind...."
The steps seemed to flow naturally and she felt right in his dancing embrace. She'd open her eyes occasionally and find him smiling down at her, still singing gently, his eyes so soft. But the lyrics were sad. And all too true.
"Don't hang on. Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and sky. It slips away. And all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind. Dust in the wind. Everything is dust in the wind...."
He'd lost his smile by the time he finished singing, but not the softness in his eyes. They stood there, still in their dancing pose and watched each other for several moments. Neither was sure what to say.
He took the first step back. "Thank you, Buffy."
She smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Giles." But there was still something missing. She stepped up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything."
He smiled and pinked slightly. "You're more welcome than you know."
She sighed and turned around. They were in the training room again. Not that they had ever really left, but while they were dancing it felt as if they were another world away. She turned back to him to find him still smiling at her. She blushed slightly. "We need to do this more often," she proclaimed. "To keep you in shape I mean."
He nodded. "Should I invest in a stereo or a damnable CD player?"
She laughed. "If you want to. But I kinda liked that singing."
"Then singing it shall be." He picked up a punching mitt. "But, uh, I'd like to keep this between you and I. For our benefit. I sing better without the others here to provide peanut gallery comments."
It was her turn to nod. "Done." She stretched. "So I'll see you here tomorrow bright and early for your next dancing lesson."
He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."
Lyrics: "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas
*~*~*~*~*
"Umph!" With a grunt, Buffy landed on her back and stared up at Giles. "Okay, what was that?"
He extended a hand and helped her up. "You don't expect me to do the same training routine with you every time now, do you? I'm keeping you on your toes."
She answered that with a gentle leg sweep to land him on his back. "And what about you?" She smiled down at him and crossed her arms.
He scowled. "Not funny." He sat up slowly and they both heard his back pop in several places. "Good lord. I suppose I am a bit out of shape."
Buffy frowned and helped him up. "Sorry, I didn't mean that you..."
He waved a hand. "It's quite all right. I'm not getting any younger you know. I can't very well train like you do."
"But you could do something." She paused to think. "What about dancing? You could dance!"
"Buffy, I've seen the way your generation dances and I think I'll pass."
She giggled. "Okay, so we won't have you slam dancing at a rave. How about this." She took his hands and placed them on her waist.
"What are you doing?" He looked down at her puzzled.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm going to dance with you."
"We don't have any music." He kept his hands on her waist though.
"So? We can make some up. C'mon this'll be fun." She smiled. "May I have this dance?"
He couldn't help but smile at her. "Since you've already gotten us into position I suppose I shouldn't deny a lady a dance." He removed one of his hands from her waist and took one of her hands in it. "But I still think we need music. So..." He smiled and sang softly as he twirled her about the training room. "I close my eyes only for a moment and the moments gone..."
Buffy closed her eyes and let him lead her around, the entire room disappearing as she fell into his voice.
"Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see. Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind...."
The steps seemed to flow naturally and she felt right in his dancing embrace. She'd open her eyes occasionally and find him smiling down at her, still singing gently, his eyes so soft. But the lyrics were sad. And all too true.
"Don't hang on. Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and sky. It slips away. And all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind. Dust in the wind. Everything is dust in the wind...."
He'd lost his smile by the time he finished singing, but not the softness in his eyes. They stood there, still in their dancing pose and watched each other for several moments. Neither was sure what to say.
He took the first step back. "Thank you, Buffy."
She smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Giles." But there was still something missing. She stepped up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything."
He smiled and pinked slightly. "You're more welcome than you know."
She sighed and turned around. They were in the training room again. Not that they had ever really left, but while they were dancing it felt as if they were another world away. She turned back to him to find him still smiling at her. She blushed slightly. "We need to do this more often," she proclaimed. "To keep you in shape I mean."
He nodded. "Should I invest in a stereo or a damnable CD player?"
She laughed. "If you want to. But I kinda liked that singing."
"Then singing it shall be." He picked up a punching mitt. "But, uh, I'd like to keep this between you and I. For our benefit. I sing better without the others here to provide peanut gallery comments."
It was her turn to nod. "Done." She stretched. "So I'll see you here tomorrow bright and early for your next dancing lesson."
He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."