First chapter = disclaimers.

A/N Ah, what can I say? I was going to advance the plot, but then I decided to have a whimsical chapter before wrapping things up. FYI I'm not actually going to have a wedding in this story as I have a sketchy idea of doing a sequel. For those of you who wanted more smoochies, etc, I am also considering doing a separate piece that would go with this, but not hinder the actual plot.

The second option is going to be entirely reader opinion based as it would be purely a fluff type piece, and I'm not sure if many people would be interested in it, so if you have an opinion one way or the other, leave me a note.

Buffy's eyes flew open. It was morning. Of the a.m. The time when people got up and went about their business. Her eyes strayed over to the clock on her nightstand. She had dropped off to sleep at about 5:45 it was now 8:00 a.m. Two hours and fifteen minutes of sleep were plenty; she decided as she popped out of bed.

Buffy ran over to her closet to pick out an outfit. She needed something that would make Giles happy, but something that his family would not dislike, or did she want to dress to give Giles a happy and scandalize his family? Then again, they were having the final reunion bash tonight, so she should save a special outfit for that and just go casual for going to see Giles during the day.

But what was technically "casual" anyway? Jean were casual, but she wasn't sure if Giles liked her in jeans. She knew that he looked good in them. In fact, he was of the major good in jeans. A naughty smile crossed Buffy's lips as she thought about that for a few moments. Then she shook her head and forced herself back to staring at her wardrobe.

A skirt or maybe a sundress. A sundress would be good, cute and sassy, but there was not anything about it that would make her seem like she was trying to get into Giles' pants. Actually, she supposed that she was trying to get into Giles' pants now that he was her boyfriend. Buffy grinned. She had a boyfriend, and the likelihood he was going to leave her was very slim. He probably knew more about the evil monsters they battled than she did, and he was not about to get creeped out because of her friends. Plus, he had a pulse, so that was very good. Although, she wasn't sure if she could actually get him on a beach even if he could go out in the sun, but she was fairly certain that she might be able to bribe him with enough promises of musty books.

Happily, Buffy started to try on each of her sundresses so she could find the perfect one.

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Rupert Giles woke up groggy. He had not had much sleep the night before. He vaguely remembered someone pounding at the door. Buffy, he thought it was. The world must have been coming to an end. No, wait, that wasn't it. Perhaps there was a new menace he need to research. Yes, he did remember Buffy going on about that, but he was quite certain that there was something else he was missing.

Blearily, he looked in his bathroom mirror. His lips looked a touch puffy. Green eyes widened in the mirror. It couldn't be, yet he could not seem to keep his hand from pulling apart the top of his robe to expose his throat. His fingertips gently prodded the slightly darker area of skin he saw. It was tender.

It hadn't been a dream. Buffy had come by, and she truly had confessed her love and tried to make out with him.

Shaking fingers went from his throat to his lips to touch the place where Buffy's lips had been the night before.

"Rupert? Are you all right in there?"

Giles jumped at the sound of his mother's voice. "Yes, Mum, I'll be out in a bit," he responded absently.

Grace's eyes widened a bit. Rupert had not called her "Mum" since he was ten. Not in that tone of voice anyway. The familiar tone that he used was so different from the mannerly way that he had been addressing her.

Giles opened the door of the bathroom with a silly smile on his face.

"Well, you look like a cat who got into the cream," Robert stated as he came to see what was keeping Grace.

Giles' smile turned into a grin. "Buffy came by to see me last night."

"Is that what that racket was? I swear she is a very strange girl, Rupert."

Giles ignored his mother. "She kissed me," was all he said. Then he simply walked away to go make tea.

"I think that our son is a very strange man," Grace commented when the distinct sound of humming started to come from the kitchen.

Robert merely nodded.

Downtown Sunnydale saw Rupert Giles staring into a gift shop window later that day. His parents had wanted to walk around and see where he lived, so he had suggested a quick trip into town to do some shopping. They had long ago departed from their son when he was waylaid by a used book sale being put on as a fund raiser.

After buying eight different books, Giles had deposited them in the back of his car and then began meandering the streets. That was when he decided that he should buy something for Buffy. Buying her jewelry would be a bit forward, particularly as he had already purchased a ring for her. Besides, Angel had been the beau that gave Buffy jewelry, and Giles preferred to be an originator.

Flowers were out until it was a special and romantic occasion. Clothing was also a gift best avoided. He had not the faintest idea of what was "in," and he doubted that Buffy would ignore a fashion faux pas just because she loved him. Chocolates were always a good bet, but he was not sure if Buffy would object and say that he was trying to get her to gain weight.

So engrossed in thought was he, that he did not notice the reflection in the mirror as a person came up behind him. A pair of arms encircled his waist.

"Guess who."

"My dear Auntie Mildred, you've come back from the dead," Giles quipped.

Buffy punched his side playfully for his insolence.

"Just what I need, another one of your relatives," Buffy said in her best pouty voice, "And I thought I told you to wear jeans."

"Ah, but it isn't tonight yet, therefore I am perfectly welcome to go about in my sweater and slacks," Giles replied as he turned around to face her.

Buffy looked at him expectantly. Giles tilted his head to one side and stared uncomprehendingly at her.

"Well?" She asked impatiently.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

Giles smiled fondly and squeezed her shoulder. "Of course I am."

"But not in a happy boyfriendy way?" Buffy asked somewhat confused.

Giles blushed. "I am ecstatic to see you Buffy. I could hardly think about anything else this morning."

"Good."

Silence resumed as they stood awkwardly in front of each other. Buffy's face had resumed its expectant look.

"You know, I think that Anya has the right idea about these things," she said after a few moments.

"What things?"

Buffy popped up on her tiptoes and kissed him. "These sorts of things."

Giles blushed. "I, ah, I see. Is that what you wanted?"

"Duh, Giles. I'm Buffy. I need smoochies. Didn't three years of being my librarian teach you that? Buffy needs her nookie."

Giles blush grew deeper. "Well, yes, I guess that I just assumed that you would not wish to be, ah, publicly affectionate."

Buffy rolled her eyes and grabbed Giles' hand. She laced their fingers together and started walking down the block. "See, I'm public affection Buffy. Angel and Riley got the super dedicated non-cheating Buffy package. You get the same deal. All the good things, all the really crappy things, no discounts, no service fees, yours for only $19.99 per month, shipping and handling extra."

"Hmm, actually that is a good deal. I think I spend more than that on you as it is."

"Hey, you didn't hear the shipping and handling part."

"Oh, are they expensive?"

"Yup, super expensive. Especially the handling."

"Really?" Giles said with a raised eyebrow.

"Dirty minded Watcher," Buffy replied archly.

"Well, Watcher is my job title."

"I prefer the hands on approach to your Watching technique."

"I suppose that I could have you over for some training, see if you like the weaponry."

"Well, I'm pretty sure that I like your broadsword. Do you think I'm big enough to handle it?"

"Oh, I'm fairly certain that your abilities combined with your natural athleticism will lend themselves nicely to, ahem, sword training."

Buffy paused in her step. "Giles, are we talking subtext-y conversation in the middle of the sidewalk?"

"Yes, I suppose we are."

"I'm not usually a dirty talking Slayer."

"Well, there are bound to be repercussions from our pent up sexual energies," Giles said philosophically.

Buffy grinned. "Now that is the Giles I know and love. I'm thinking we should get rid of those energies as soon as possible."

"Amazingly, I concur with your opinion. As soon as my parents leave, perhaps you could come over for dinner?"

"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of testing out the back seat of the Tramp."

"Ah, no, that would be quite out of the question. For one thing, I brought my parents into town."

"They can walk," Buffy supplied quickly.

Giles glared at her. "More importantly, I have some books resting in the backseat."

"Books?"

"Don't give me that look, Buffy. You know full well that if I wasn't about to shag you on my patio that I'm not going to have our first time be in the backseat of my car."

Buffy pouted. Giles looked away.

"Hey guys," Willow's chipper voice sounded from behind them.

Buffy felt Giles drop her hand and practically leap two feet away from her.

"H..hello Willow," Giles voice quavered.

"Hey Will," Buffy greeted with much less enthusiasm.

"Whatcha doing?" Willow asked as she looked quizzically at Buffy and then Giles.

"I was shopping, and I just happened to run into Buffy, and we shopped together," Giles rambled uncharacteristically.

"Actually, I was trying to talk Giles into having sex with me in the backseat of his car," Buffy supplied in an irritated tone.

Willow nodded once. "Ooookay, so I'm guessing that you don't want me intruding on a private conversation, and you'd like me to leave now. So I'm going to get gone and go do important stuff." With that, Willow hustled away as quickly as possible.

Buffy turned to glare at Giles. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You dropped my hand like I just confessed I was a vampire."

"Yes, well you were unconscionably rude to Willow."

"I was not, I told her the truth. Remember? Me the new Truth Buffy. No more lies. The guys need to know that I intend on being possessive Giles Buffy."

Giles shook his head. "I'm not quite certain whether I am more bothered by the fact that you have started referring to yourself by action figure titles or the fact that I understand you."

"Action figure titles?"

"Yes, you know, "Super Arctic Freeze Macho Mother" or whatever they call them."

"Have you been watching Saturday morning cartoons?"

"Yes, NO! Weren't we just having a fight that you'd like to get back to?" Giles asked nervously.

"What? Oh, yeah. You didn't want Willow to see us together. Well, tough. I had enough of the hidden relationship thing with Angel. I want it to be public knowledge that I own every inch of your book loving body, and I want to complete and utter right to hit anybody that so much as thinks about touching, fondling, kissing or groping you."

"While I do agree with you, don't you think it prudent to be a little more sensitive when telling the others? Let alone what your mother is going to try to do to me."

"Okay, so you have a point. But, we need to tell them soon. And Mom will adjust. She already likes you better than Angel, and if she kicks me out of the house I can always move in with you," Buffy spoke the last sentence with a suggestive leer.

Giles stopped breathing for a second and then started to furiously polish his glasses.

Buffy's mouth quirked up in amusement. "Why Rupert, have I touched on a private fantasy of yours?"

"Ah, w..w..well not exactly, the thought had crossed my mind a few times… since breakfast."

Buffy's grin grew larger. "How many times?"

"Come now, you don't think that I counted."

"How many?"

"Twelve, but the last two were only because you brought it up and therefore entirely your doing."

"The first ten weren't?" Buffy looked slightly insulted.

Giles slipped his glasses back on and glared at her. "You're even more insufferable today that you were yesterday."

Buffy's face lit up. "You should have purchased the extended warranty Buffy. That would have ensured no nagging for two months."

Giles smirked at her. "Did I ever say that I don't like being irritated by you?"

"Well, no, but…"

"I like it when you bother me.  I like it when you challenge me and outright insult me. I just don't like to be completely ignored. But, you irritating me? Lately it has gone from just a pleasant realization that you have come to see me to the odd sensation of making me unbearably randy," Giles finished his speech right next to her ear.

Then he took a step back and grinned smugly at her. Buffy stared at him in shock.

"You, I, you," she stuttered.

"You did want me to act like your boyfriend. I'm afraid that you will find that I am a terrible flirt, and under the right circumstances, I have quite a one track mind."

"I am so gonna get rid of that smirk," Buffy said threateningly.

"Really?" Giles taunted her even though he knew it was a mistake the instant his lips started to form the word.

Buffy grabbed a hold of his sweater and hauled him up against her. She slid her hand up his chest to the back of his neck and pulled his head down towards her own. Her lips attacked his, and soon Giles forgot that they were standing out in the middle of downtown Sunnydale. Fortunately, so did Buffy so they were both duly embarrassed when Grace tapped Buffy's shoulder.

"Now that you have patched things up with Rupert, perhaps you would like to see the pictures of the family wedding dress?"