Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Buffy finds herself in an unfamliar situation. 300 words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy.
Prompt: For jedibuttercup, for the btvsatslove drabblethon. She requested Buffy/Wesley, Illyria/Wesley, or Buffy/Giles.
Notes: This is the 6th in a continuing series of drabbles.
Buffy looked at Giles shyly. He looked at her. Nothing was said for fully two minutes.
"I hope you slept well, Buffy," Giles finally spoke.
"I did, thank you," Buffy answered. "Giles. Uh. Last night is kind of blurry. What happened?"
Giles chuckled and Buffy looked scathingly at him. He shook his head. "I should imagine it was. I haven't seen you drink that much since that time with Spike. I guess the five year anniversary of the collapse of Sunnydale really hit you," he answered.
"I guess it did," Buffy agreed, then went to the drawer under the phone on the far side of the room and rooted around a bit. She triumphantly held up a bottle of aspirin, then opened it and took a few. "I'm still fuzzy on the details, Giles."
"You were drunk and coming on to me. I used that to get to my room where I could watch you to make sure you didn't get alcohol poisoning," Giles answered.
"But why were you in bed with me?" Buffy asked, a little confused though Giles's answer had made her feel a bit better. She hadn't made a fool of herself, then.
"You wouldn't let go of my arm," he answered. "Not that I minded."
Buffy went from being relieved back to being confused and it showed on her face.
"You've grown into a lovely woman Buffy. I'd have to be dead not to notice," Giles said. "It has been a long time since I've thought of you as a daughter."
He had gotten her attention with that last statement. "It has?"
"Since before the Hellmouth was closed. I think I had stopped before you decided to make all those slayers, but definitely when you made that decision, I knew you had grown up," Giles explained.
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