Night

Basement

Still frustrated and angered by his parents' firm decision to send him back to 2021, Nick hid himself away in the basement. He sat on the cot with his knees to his chest, playing the same game on his iPhone, but his mind was distracted, thinking back to the heated argument with his mother.

A part of him felt so dumb to think that despite her being eighteen years young, she'd be any different. Buffy tended to be overprotective and stubborn. Once she had an idea in her head, it was nearly impossible to change her mind. It was a trait that he, himself had inherited.

Once Willow figured out how to send him back, Nick knew no matter how well he presented a counter argument to his mother, there was a zero percent chance that she'd change her mind. His father often agreed with her too. It was two against one and Nick was certain to lose.

Footsteps coming from the darkness in the basement tore Nick from his thoughts. He looked up to see his mother stepping out of the shadows.

"Mum?" The frown on Nick's face deepened knowing that there wasn't any other entry point then the door up the stairs. "Where'd you come from?"

A haunting smile appeared on his mother's face, which made Nick uneasy. He slyly reached for the wooden stake at his side.

"I should've gotten rid of you when I had the chance." His mother said, much to Nick's shock.

"Mum?"

"You've been nothing but a burden to me and your father. A disappointment. You will go nowhere."

She stepped further into the dim low hanging light, flashing the creepiest smile Nick's ever seen on her face. It was then Nick realised that this was not his mother.

Jumping to his feet from the cot, Nick held the stake tightly in his hand. It was his only means of protection. "You're not my mum. "

Buffy/First slowly shook her head, the smile on her face widening. "I am something that you can't even conceive. The First. You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate. You have no idea what you're dealing with. You will die. You will all die."

Nick slowly gritted his teeth and gave The First a hard stare. "My mum is gonna kick your ass."

The apparition of Buffy shrank and is replaced for an instant by an image of a huge horned and clawed beast coming at him, roaring and with eyes glowing red. The demonic apparition quickly disappeared leaving Nick staring stunned and uneasy, never having seen anything as evil as that before.

"Nick?" Buffy's voice startled Nick. Immediately she noticed something wrong, Nick looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asked, coming quickly down the stairs.

"You…" Nick frowned, trying to understand. "Only it wasn't you. I knew it wasn't you."

Realising quickly what had happened, Buffy stepped in front of him. "The First. It was here?" She asked.

"Yeah." Nick nodded. "It was talking to me. Why did it look like you? It sounded just like you!" Confused, Nick sat down on the cot burying his face into his hands, unsure what to think.

Buffy exhaled a sigh, sitting down on the cot beside him. She tenderly rubbed his back in soothing circles. "The First can take the form of any who's died." Nick's head shot up from his hands. He stared at Buffy wide-eyed when she realised he didn't know that she's died two times before. "Oh."

"You died? When did you die? You never told me that you've died!" He stood from the cot, overwhelmed and distraught over the new revelation.

"Nick, honey, sit down." Buffy told him softly, holding out her hand for him to take.

Nick wrapped his hand around hers and did as told, sitting down beside her on the cot. "There's so much I don't know about you and dad. I feel like I don't know you guys at all. Why didn't you tell me?"

Unable to speak for her future self but she imagined her reasonings. "Probably to avoid this."

"Why did you… die?" He asked.

"It was what I had to do to protect everyone." Buffy matter-of-factly answered.

Lowering his eyes to their joined hands, Nick then asked, "Would you do it again?"

Searching for his gaze, Buffy tenderly smiled. "If it meant saving your life and the world, I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Feeling his emotions clogging in his throat, he couldn't imagine his life without his mother or father in it. "Mum, I don't want you to die." He told her, now terrified for her life, more so than ever before.

"Nicky," Buffy lovingly caressed his cheek with the backs of her fingers, "I'm here. I will always be here. And I will always protect you, so you have to understand now why I want you to go, right? It's not that I don't trust you or think you can't handle yourself…"

"I understand." Nick nodded, hanging his head.

"And I'm sure you know what happens in the battle." She watched him hesitantly nod his head. "So you know that not everyone will make it." Buffy held his chin between her forefinger and thumb, lifting his face to look at her. "I can't let my son be one of those casualties."

"I just wanna help you." He whispered.

Buffy affectionately smiled. "I appreciate that, but I love you too much to risk you. I'm your mom. I'm supposed to love you and coddle you and tell you that you aren't going into the Hellmouth to fight to the death."

Nick weakly laughed.

Buffy combed her fingers through his dark hair. "It's going to be okay. I'm gonna make sure of it. It's like my guarantee."

Comforted by her words and her fingers gently played with his hair. Nick lowered his head onto her shoulder, closing his eyes feeling homesick for the first time. He missed his life in London and his 'overbearing' parents he loved with all of his heart.

Nick wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist, clinging to her, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Buffy pressed mouth against the top of his head and breathed in the scent of his shampoo. Closing her eyes, she rested her cheek against his head, feeling overwhelmed by her love for her child.

After sitting with Nick until he fell asleep, Buffy quietly walked back up the stairs and turned off the kitchen light. She carefully stepped around the group of people sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor of the dining room. She went into the foyer and peaked into the living room, seeing that everyone was sound asleep.

Flicking off the light of the foyer, Buffy walked up the stairs, down the hallway, and quietly entered her bedroom to find Giles sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for her.

They had not talked since the heated exchange in the afternoon between herself and Nick. Giles had been busy researching with Willow and Dawn and Buffy threw herself into training the potential Slayers.

"Buffy?" Giles frowned, noticing the frown on her face.

"The First made Nick a visit." Buffy sighed, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Panicked, Giles jumped to his feet. "Is he—"

"He's fine. Spooked, but fine. We never tell him that I've died."

Giles sat back down on the edge of the bed, as she sat in the wicker chair placed in the corner of the room. "Does he know?" He asked, watching her unzip her boots and remove her socks.

"He does now." Buffy said, leaning her elbows on her knees. "He's gonna be a handful, isn't he?"

"Reminds me of me when I was his age." Giles smiled, reminiscing his rebellious teenage years.

Buffy's face fell flat. "Oh, no." She stood from the chair, pushing strands of her hair out of her face. "He's not going to summon up an evil demon that possesses people, is he?"

Chuckling, Giles held out his hand for her to take. "Oh, God, I hope not."

Buffy wrapped her fingers around his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. Studying their joined hands, Buffy leaned against him as she said, "He is pretty great, isn't he?" A small smile appeared on her face.

"He is." Giles agreed, his gaze lingering on their hands resting in his lap.

"He's so smart… and funny… and recklessly brave."

Giles lifted his eyes to her face. "Much like his mother."

Buffy locked eyes with his gaze, and for a moment she thought he'd kiss her but for some unbeknownst reason, she pulled away from him, turning her focus to the Scythe leaning against the wall. "Do we know what this is yet?"

Looking over his shoulder at the ancient weapon, Giles said, "It's called, 'Mʔ'. It's an ancient weapon designed for the Slayer, and it embodies the Slayer's mystical essence. You said that you would be careful." He nudged her shoulder with his own.

"I was careful. See? Still alive. I have all my fingers and toes." She wiggled her toes.

"Buffy…"

"Giles," Buffy's hand tightened around his, "I know you're worried, but this is the job I have to do. You know that more than anybody."

"I can still worry about you. It's not just your safety I fear…"

Buffy slowly nodded her head with perfect understanding. "Nick's… I know. Do you think it gets any easier in the future?"

"Probably not. You shouldn't've gone by yourself."

"I couldn't risk Faith or the girls… or you." She studied the back of his hand, tracing his veins with the pad of her index finger. Exhaling a heavy breath, Buffy tilted her head upwards to look at him. With her free hand, she tenderly caressed his clean-shaven cheek. "I can't stop thinking about you." Her eyes drop to his mouth. "I just keep thinking about the next kiss and how much I want that kiss."

His silence weighed heavily on her, anxiously awaiting his response now that she was being so open and honest with him, and ready to take the next step in their budding relationship.

"Now would be a good time for you to say something." She urged him.

Bashfully smiling, Giles removed his glasses, dangling them between his forefinger and thumb. "I can't stop thinking about you either." He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, "I close my eyes and I see your face… and your smile…" Buffy's eyes were on him, watching as a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Even when I am not with you, I am always thinking of you. If I listen close, I can hear your laugh and your voice breathlessly whispering my name." Giles opened his eyes, turning his face towards her. "What I feel for you, Buffy consumes me."

Buffy caressed his mouth with the pads of her fingers. "I don't know why I feel this way about you. Maybe it has to do with Nick but… I don't think so. I've been having these feelings for a while."

Giles exhaled a relieved breath, the tip of his nose brushing against hers.

"So… what do we do about it?" She asked, her voice hardly above a whisper.

Smiling at her lovingly, Giles leaned closer, until there was only inches between their mouths. "Kiss me." He softly told her.

Reciprocating his tender smile, Buffy obliged, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. Her mouth opened wider, welcoming his tongue to lazily duel with hers, exploring every crevice. He reached behind her head, pulling the hair tie out of her hair, letting it loose and tangled his fingers through her long silky blonde hair.

After a few minutes of kissing, Buffy abruptly broke away from his mouth and stood to her feet. Giles caught his breath, watching as she stepped between his knees, stroking his cheek with her hand and pressing her mouth against his forehead.

Giles' hands were around her hips, the tips of his fingers slipped underneath the sheer white long sleeve shirt and black cami tank top, touching her skin.

Slowly raising the shirt and cami tank up her torso, Giles placed hot wet kisses over her flat stomach, taking in the softness of her sun kissed skin. He pushed the shirt up her body until she pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor.

Buffy reached behind her back and unclasped the clips of her bra, pulling it down her shoulders. Giles gasped at the sight of her. His hands palmed her full and luscious breasts, staring at her in total fascination. His mouth covered the nipple of her right breast, teasing and suckling it with his tongue.

Tilting back her head, Buffy gasped as his mouth switched to the other breath, giving it the same errotic treatment. His hands slid up and down her naked back then settled on her hips.

Buffy lowered her head, kissing his mouth eagrily. His fingers unfastened the front of her jeans. He broke the kiss, looking at her face, waiting for her to stop him as he slowly unzipped the front of her pants.

He pushed the jeans by the rim off of her hip and down her thighs until she kicked them all the way off. Her last article of clothing was the lacy panties that covered her netherregin, soon they were off too.

Covering his mouth in a fervent kiss, Buffy now fully nude straddled his lap and grinded her centre over for his hardened cock still restrained in his jeans.

Giles' hands slid down the length of her torso and settled on her thighs. Without warning, Giles stood from the bed and Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist as he laid her down on the bed.

Buffy felt a loss of power being without a stitch on while he was fully clothed, but it turned her on immensely.

He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing kisses across her jaw, down the column of her throat, over her collarbone and between her breasts. His path of kisses did not stop until he reached her pelvis.

He kissed across her abdomen before he found himself at the juncture between her thighs. He placed her legs on his shoulders and kissed the inside of each thigh before tenderly caressing her centre with his mouth. His featherlight touch frustrated the hell out of Buffy. As though he knew just how far to push her, Giles kissed her again, adding more pressure, before darting his tongue out to touch her aching clit, making her arch off the bed.

Dripping with moisture that was so sweet and distinctly Buffy, Giles lapped it up like a starving man, running his tongue up and down, managing to make contact with her clit with each stroke.

In a matter of minutes, Buffy wracked with a powerful orgasm. Giles continued to greedily drink her juices until she stilled, trying to catch her breath.

Moving back up her body, Giles placed wet kisses over her skin as he went until they were once again face-to-face. Buffy put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him down to kiss her almost violently, tasting herself on his tongue.

She pulled at his sweater up his back, desperate to feel him skin to skin. Giles broke the kiss and removed his sweater. Buffy impatiently unfastened the front of his trousers and helped him push them off of his hips.

Repositioning themselves further up on the bed, Giles settled comfortably between her legs. He gripped his erection, mercilessly rubbing the head of his cock against her slit before slowly slipping inside her welcoming body.

Both exhaling a heavy breath, Giles still for a minute, relishing her lethally strong body surrounding him completely. He lowered his head, passionately kissing her mouth as he slowly began to roll his hips.

Determined to stay in control and savour every intense sensation, Giles pulled almost all the way out, only to thrust back in and fill her completely. He listened to her moaning gasping breaths and groaned when her nails gently scraped his back and shoulders.

Bracing himself on his elbows, his kisses never ceased. Whether they were on her mouth, face, neck or breasts, Giles' lips were always on her. Frenzied and moaning, Buffy lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, getting closer to orgasm.

His slow primal pace was long forgotten as he neared climax. Pounding inside of her, Giles buried his face into the crook of her neck, feeling his release swiftly approach. He slid a hand between their bodies, stroking her clit, almost immediately bringing her to an explosive climax. She arched her back, biting her bottom lip, forcing herself not to shout, knowing that the house was filled with sleeping people.

Unable to resist against her amazing Slayer muscles squeezing all around him, Giles gave into his release, spilling his seed deep inside of her.

They continued moving against each other as their orgasms passed, more and more slowly until they came to a stop. Giles lowered his head, capturing her mouth in warm kisses, relishing the sensation of her still pulsing around him.

Sometime Later…

Unknown amount of time had passed. They knew it was still very late at night since the sun had yet to rise.

Buffy and Giles lie awake in the bed facing one another with the bed sheet covering their naked bodies.

Giles propped his head up with his hand as Buffy hugged the corner of her pillow. He took her hand, memorising the lines of her palm with his finger softly tracing its creases.

"Do you have regrets?" Giles asked, breaking the blissful silence.

Buffy quietly shook her head, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You?"

"No."

Removing her hand from his, Buffy stroked his clean-shaven cheek and combed her fingers through his greying hair. "After this… all of this, what do we do?"

Giles sighed, feeling completely content for the first time in years. "I'm not sure. What do you want to do?"

"I want to go on a long vacation." She said, her eyes fixed on his mouth as she traced the lines of his lips with the pad of her finger. "I want you to take me to England. I'd like to see Surrey."

"I'd like that." He began to smile, his heart pounding inside of his chest. "I'd like that very much."

Buffy shifted from her comfortable position, pressing her mouth against his. The kiss quickly deepened and grew passionate.

Without breaking their kiss, Giles laid on his back, letting Buffy straddle her legs across his waist. His hands moved up and down her back, pushing away the bed sheet covering their bodies. His rejuvenated desire for her easily outweighed the want to sleep with her nestled in his arms.

She slid down on his length with no preamble, almost immediately moving at a furious pace, bouncing up and down on his with her hands on his thighs as she leaned back, her eyes closed and her back arched as Giles thrust up inside her and manipulated her clit with the pad of his thumb.

Finding herself amidst a frenzied orgasm again, Buffy moaned loudly, forgetting about the others in the house. Giles gritted his teeth coming as well, spilling himself inside her. Buffy collapsed on top of him and kissed his shoulder as her body relaxed.

Both found they were at last sated and shared a few soft kisses on the mouth before falling asleep in each other's arms, not thinking about what the next day would bring.