Lord, this is addictive Giles thought to himself as he captured Buffy's mouth with his once more.
A soft whimper escaped her as he nudged his tongue against her lips, requesting entry, and she parted them willingly, inviting him to explore her. Gently, slowly, he slipped his tongue inside, learning the warmth and taste and structure of her mouth and shuddering when the velvety texture of her tongue brushed against his.
God, Buffy...
Feeling a sudden need to anchor his soul, he pulled his hand from hers to join the other currently cradling the back of her head and in response, her hands came up to frame his face as she hesitantly brought her tongue into contact with his again. Tentatively, his tongue began to play with hers, his movements becoming bolder as she responded in kind. He continued to deepen the kiss as much as he dared, losing himself to the exquisite sensations she was stirring within him, barely aware of the long, low moan sounding in the back of her throat until he felt his body's reaction to it. Suddenly realising that things were moving too fast, he slowly, reluctantly broke the kiss.
"Buffy."
"Don't stop," she whispered, as she leant into him, planting feather-light kisses along his jawline.
"Buffy..." His voice cracked momentarily, before he allowed her to cover his mouth with hers again.
"Ssh," she murmured against his sensitised lips, before drawing the lower one into her mouth and sucking gently on it. She felt his hands slide from her head to her shoulders, squeezing them tightly in response, a harsh breath escaping him at the same time that sent shivers of pleasure rush through her.
"Bu-" He tried to work her name out, but the fact that she had claimed one of his lips made it an impossibility, not to mention the giddiness he was currently experiencing. He clutched her shoulders more tightly, trying to keep himself upright without pulling her down on top of him. He tried one last time, this time gently tugging his lips free of hers. "Buffy - we - we need to -" He struggled to retain his focus, his head still spinning from the intoxication of her kiss, his breathing uneven as he tried to speak. "We have to - um - to slow - to slow - down."
She let out a long sigh of disappointment, but nodded, her face still flushed. "I - I know... it's just... you're just..."
The sentence trailed off as, seemingly magnetically drawn together, they leaned into each other again, their mouths fusing together in another long kiss; tongues this time duelling rather then playing, before the kisses became hungry, moving from mouth to neck and back again.
"I - " Buffy wrapped her arms around the man stealing her breath and let her head fall back as he moved southward. He groaned aloud as she yielded to him and, unable to stop himself, his lips led him to the base of her neck, where his hot mouth savoured the taste of every part of exposed skin he could find.
"More..." Buffy's plea came out on a long moan.
Obediently, Giles' tongue snaked out, dipping into the crevices of her collar bone and a squeak escaped her followed by a raspy gasp as he discovered her extremely sensitive spot, turning her insides to jelly. "Oh - oh, God, - Giles - I -" She squirmed slightly on the bed, the effects of his kisses causing the reawakening of something she thought had long died. His lips moved north once more to nibble on the soft skin behind her ear, drawing another squeak from her. "Oh!" Fire shot straight through her as his teeth grazed against a nerve ending and she found herself whimpering once more.
"Giles..."
Before she could speak further, his mouth was upon hers again; his hands suddenly at her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed so that she was flush against him, one leg on either side of his waist. A low growl rumbled from somewhere deep within him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and returned his kiss with fervour. There came the heady feeling again - heightened when she pulled away and whispered in a trembling voice, "See what you do to me."
Not giving him a chance to stop her, she mimicked his earlier actions, trailing her lips down the side of his neck in hot, open mouthed kisses, disappearing into the vee of his sweater, her small tongue occasionally escaping to taste him, eliciting longing groans from him. She explored his collarbone just as he had hers, and was pleased to discover he had an equally sensitive spot - proven as he released a long full-bodied moan when her lips found it.
"Dear lord, Buffy." The words escaped on a strangled gasp and with great difficulty, he tore himself from her lips. "This -" He struggled to distance himself and drew a long, painful breath. "We need... we have to slow down, love."
"I - I know." She cast her eyes downward momentarily before lifting them to meet his, a small smile of hope alighting her features. "It's just... I think... I could kiss you forever and never get tired of it. Can we... can we stay like this forever?"
Giles chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her lightly on her nose. "That would be nice, but -" he sat back again, "Unfortunately, we can't. We have homes to return to; lives to pick up. First and foremost, I think we should discuss this development." He watched as the smile in her eyes started to fade, and lifted up a hand to stroke her cheek in reassurance. "Buffy, love, I don't mean..."
"No, it's okay. I know what you meant." She covered his hand with hers. "I'm so used to hearing the 'we need to talk' line that for a moment..." her voice trailed off and she shook her head. "But with you... I know it's... you're... you're not going to reject me, are you?" Her words were more a statement of fact than a question, but he shook his head anyway, even as she continued. "I mean... the way you kissed me just then... it was... it... well, uh... wow. No one's ever... I mean, sure, they... but, you know... the way you did it... that was... I just can't explain it. It's like, somehow, everything you think you need to tell me... you just said it."
Surprise shone in Giles' eyes as he absorbed what she was saying. "So you're telling me that in one... well, several kisses-"
"Not just kisses, Giles." Buffy interrupted. "Those were hot kisses... hot, hot, hot kisses." Her eyes glazed over slightly and she shivered pleasurably.
"Yes, well... I..." He blushed slightly at the compliment. "Um... you're telling me that... without saying a word, I've told you that no matter how hard I've tried to fight it, I'm deeply, intensely, indescribably... in love with you and that I want to be with you for the rest of my days?" She nodded silently, her smile growing as he added, "I hope you caught the part where I also said that my whole life feels like it's been waiting for this very moment."
She nodded again, her eyes welling up with tears of happiness as she whispered, "Yeah, I got that... and you know, I feel the same. Totally." She swallowed past the feeling of her throat tightening with emotion. "See, I've been fighting it, too. I didn't know why I was so upset with you - or myself - for so long, and I couldn't understand why I was so afraid of you going away. But this... it's like... it's like the world was all blurry and someone's given me a pair of glasses. It... it all makes sense... and it's like, I knew... I don't know how, but deep down, I knew... that I was meant to love you and that I did love you and that I do love you... and did any of that actually make sense?"
He chuckled again, joy filling every part of his being. "Yes, it did." With a soft hum of contentment, he moved close to her once more and gathered her into his arms. "I do so love you, Buffy Summers," he whispered into her ear before pressing a tender loving kiss to her hair.
She snuggled into his embrace with a satisfied sigh. "I love you, too, Giles." After listening to his heartbeat for a moment, she softly spoke up again. "Thank you for forgiving me, by the way... I still don't think I deserve it, but... thank you." She buried her face into his sweater and kissed his chest through the fabric, feeling his arms tighten about her.
"That's what you do when you love someone."