Oh, yes. I am certainly the master of suspense! That is, if suspense means continuously saying "The next chapter will be the last chapter" and then saying "…oh wait, no it won't, just kidding!" In other words, there will still be another chapter after this. (sigh) I couldn't let the smut run wild *and* tie up all the loose plot ends without making this about 6,000 words long, so I decided to just go with it. More comments on this in the author's note at the bottom.

This is the smut chapter. And I really, really mean that. If you don't want to read 3,000 words of smut, I really don't recommend this chapter at all. If you do, on the other hand… stay, and hopefully be entertained! :)

Disclaimers are still in effect. Chapter rated M for… well, I think I already explained why.

Brits Do It Better
Chapter 5

Oh my God, I slapped him, Buffy thought. He just gave me the most amazing kiss I've ever had in my life, and I slapped him!

She had at least remembered to reign in her Slayer strength, just. In spite of her high threshold for pain, she could feel a tingling in her palm. She had a funny feeling it was related more to how his scratchy cheek had felt against her hand in that oh so brief moment of contact than to the impact itself. Speaking of which… what had she been thinking? Had she been thinking? Maybe she was just the littlest bit angry with him for being right, for showing her the proof, for… for giving her exactly what she asked for? God, she really was the world's biggest brat, wasn't she?

Giles, for his part, was standing about six feet away, one hand resting on the back of the couch. With no glasses, slightly messy hair, and an untucked button down shirt, he looked vulnerable and almost boyish. He was deliberately avoiding eye contact. Who could blame him? He was probably furious, or- even worse- disappointed or disgusted. Buffy could feel the gap between them growing exponentially with every passing second, and she had an epiphany. The knowledge spread from her heart and through her bloodstream, reaching every limb and insinuating itself into the furthest corners of her mind. She suddenly knew that distance of any kind wasn't what she wanted. Her eyes were drawn to his lips and she knew that she couldn't bear for them to grow any further apart. She wanted to get closer- so much closer.

For a moment Giles' eyes alternated between looking into hers and looking at the ground. Then, he began to speak. "Buffy, I-"

Buffy knew in that instant that if she let him continue, the chance would be lost forever. Taking a deep breath, she threw caution to the wind and pounced.

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He had probably deserved the slap, he reasoned. Even though she had been behaving in an unaccountably juvenile manner, he was still the guilty party. Regardless of the situation, saying such things about her really was unpardonable. And then he had taken advantage of her heightened emotional state by kissing her. And what a kiss it had been, even if he only got to enjoy the feel of her for a few moments. Certainly better than any pointless fantasy he could have concocted even in his wildest dreams...

Giles looked at the floor, not wanting to see the contempt that was probably present in her glance. He could feel her eyes on him without having to look, and he wondered what she was actually thinking. Curiosity got the better of him, and he allowed himself a brief glance. It was barely a second's worth of eye contact, but he encountered a disorienting patchwork of emotions. He had expected to see anger, and it was there in some form, just at the edge. But there were other things in Buffy's eyes, too. Confusion, uncertainty, apprehension, maybe even sadness. Also something else he couldn't quite recognize. He nearly chuckled inside. Homicidal rage, perhaps? He felt responsible for her turmoil, and his own. He had to say something. Otherwise she would probably bolt from the apartment and take extreme measures to avoid him henceforth for the rest of their days.

"Buffy, I- Aargh!"

The wind was knocked out of Giles' lungs as Buffy's body collided with his own. For one insane, preposterous moment he thought he had truly gone too far; that their relationship had been demolished so completely that she had decided to slay him. She had taken him by surprise with her attack, and he stumbled backwards. He felt the couch behind him, but the momentum created by Buffy's assault on his upper body was too much. They toppled over the back of the couch together, Giles pitching his body instinctively in a bid to protect hers. As a result, they landed with him on the bottom, sprawled half on the couch and half off, one of his hands bracing against the coffee table to keep their tangled bodies from falling to the floor.

It was several moments before he realized that attempted murder was very, very, far from being her intention. The thing that finally caught him up to speed with the current circumstances was the electrifying sensation of her tongue boldly exploring the valley between his bottom lip and teeth. He inhaled sharply through his nose, seeing stars before his eyes for more than one reason. Her hands gripped his shoulders urgently, pinning him to the spot with the force of her tension. Then, she sucked his own tongue into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth suggestively, inviting him in. All the thoughts flew out of his head, the concept of responsibility and moral imperative consigned to oblivion in the face of their sudden passion.

Buffy squirmed in his lap as his hands shot up to frame her face, pulling her even closer and tilting her head in order to further deepen their kiss. One of his legs was halfway off the couch, foot in solid and supportive contact with the floor. The other was bent at the knee and sprawled against the back of the couch. Both of Buffy's legs were between his. Her small hands began to wander away from his shoulders, stroking eagerly toward his chest.

Gasping softly, he allowed a pause in their kiss as her fingers teased his nipples through the shirt he was wearing. They breathed unsteadily, lips feathering against each other as their eyes met. Confirming their mutual desire with one heated glance, Buffy impatiently turned her attention to Giles' shirt buttons. Her body hummed with pleasure as she felt his lips bestow a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her neck. He took a moment to suck on her pulse point, feeling her blood pound beneath her skin. She responded to his attention with a throaty, ardent whisper. "Giles…"

He shifted slightly, sliding his hand up the back of her shirt and rearranging their legs so that Buffy was straddling him. She arched forward, pushing the open flaps of his shirt aside to stroke his sides as he kissed his way up her jaw until their lips met again. She moaned into his mouth. The feeling of his fingertips on the sensitized skin of her back was incredibly arousing, a fact she communicated by grinding her pelvis against his.

Sliding his other arm around her waist and using his strength to leverage her, Giles rocked his hips upward in response. He emitted a carnal growling noise, almost a purr. Buffy peered down at him, absently tracing his chest and abdomen with her fingernails. His eyes were bright green, devouring her with interest.

Her lips were red, hair tousled. She looked thoroughly kissed. Her appearance just made him want to satisfy her more, and in so many ways.

That was more or less inevitable and very much hoped for, as far as Buffy was concerned. She didn't really care what she had to do, as long as he kept touching her, kept grinding against her, kept making those incredibly sexy noises… Eager to help the process along, Buffy bent her head and began to suck gently on Giles' collar bone. She slid her lips slowly sideways, tasting his skin and edging toward the hollow of his throat. He answered with a pleased "Mmm" sound, pulling her body away from his just long enough to yank her shirt over her head and throw it over the back of the couch.

Giles was overwhelmed by the seductive scene before him. His Slayer was perched astride his hips, wearing jeans and a pink lace bra. The hunger in her expression matched what he himself was feeling. He reached both hands up, caressing Buffy's shoulders and trailing down until each hand covered a breast, teasing her nipples with his thumbs through the lacy material. "Oh God," she gasped out, stretching her neck to one side and closing her eyes. She shuddered, feeling the fingertips of one of Giles' hands fluttering across her eyelids, ghosting over her face, pausing to trace her lips. He stroked his hand along the side of her neck like he was petting a big cat. His actions had distracted her from the fact that he had deftly unhooked her bra with his other hand, removing the offending garment as the first one finished its descent.

Her naked chest pressed against his as he sat slightly more upright, bringing their bodies into even fuller contact. Buffy kissed him wildly, trying to push his shirt off his shoulders. It got caught around his elbows, because his hands were busy clasping her body against his and caressing her skin to find all her sensitive places. One of his hands shot up to fist in her hair, massaging her scalp and holding her mouth hard against his in the process. Buffy and Giles undulated against each other in a searing embrace, quickly spiraling out of control. The friction caused by the two layers of denim that separated her heat from his hardness had a delicious, forbidden texture.

It was becoming too much. Giles' mouth traveled down her neck and over her shoulder, biting gently where the two met. Buffy gasped, grabbing crazily at Giles' exposed skin wherever she could get her hands on it. After working the obviously sensitive area of her neck with his teeth and tongue for some time, he turned his mouth's attention to her pebbled nipple. His hands were both keeping busy, one caressing her opposite breast, the other with its fingers dipping inside the waistband of her jeans. Buffy's hands flew instinctively to his belt buckle. The implications of both their actions struck them at once, and they paused to find the needed confirmation in each other's eyes. Buffy unhooked his belt and popped the button on his jeans. Giles slid one hand onto the side of her face, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. She turned into the hand, mouthing at it, giving his thumb a quick bite. Tugging at the open waistband of his pants, she pleaded. "Please…"

She felt herself being pulled suddenly into a standing position. He had set her on her feet so that she was standing before him, between his legs. Quickly, Giles shrugged his shirt the rest of the way off, letting it fall forgotten behind him on the couch. He hooked his index fingers into the belt loops of Buffy's jeans, pulling her toward him. She rested her hands on his shoulders, wondering what he would do next. He placed a few small, tickling kisses on her abdomen, smiling against her skin as she shuddered. Sliding his hands around to clutch her backside, he slid his tongue into her belly button and proceeded to lick a path down to the top of her tight fitting jeans. After spending a few moments slipping his tongue into the waistband of her pants and placing mouthing kisses on her skin where it met the border of the denim, Giles unfastened the jeans and slid them slowly down her legs. The lacy pink panties, though enticing in their own right, went right along with them.

The experience of being at approximately eye level with Buffy's newly exposed womanhood certainly gave Giles a few ideas, especially when he noted the wetness that was present in the small spray of golden curls. Foremost in his mind was the desire to taste her. Buffy, however, had ideas of her own. Giles let out a surprised exclamation as he felt his jeans being tugged down his legs. He only just managed to wiggle out of his shoes and kick the pile of clothes away from his feet before he found himself being pushed further back onto the couch. Buffy maneuvered so that she was straddling him once again, this time with no barriers between them.

Buffy rubbed herself against his cock, causing them both to groan. She reached out with an inquisitive hand to caress him, feeling how soft and hard he was at the same time. She watched him now, for a switch. Totally exposed, his body was impressive. His arms had more muscle definition than she would have expected, though considering his performance in training she supposed it wasn't a surprise. He had some hair on his chest, just enough to be a little manly and sexy. His torso appeared a little soft on first glance, but she could feel the solid wall of muscle just beneath the surface when she touched him. There was a lot of strength in Giles at his core, literally and figuratively. And at the moment, it was all for her.

Giles was having similar thoughts. He had always been fascinated by the contrasts in Buffy; the warrior hidden behind her ethereal beauty, the hard muscle disguised beneath supple skin. Having touched her extensively now, he was even more astonished. Her lines and curves were so soft, burning hot, and smooth. And God was she sweet to taste. Like vanilla and honey and cinnamon. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be inside her.

He didn't have to wait very long to find out. Buffy, it seemed, had grown impatient. With one small hand, she guided him to her entrance. He put one of his larger hands over hers, helping to direct her. Together, they rubbed the tip of his cock against Buffy's clitoris a few times. This caused her to release a few adorably incoherent little noises. After teasing for a minute or so, Giles released her hand and allowed her to guide him into her waiting warmth. She sank onto him slowly, allowing her channel a moment to stretch as he filled her.

They stayed still for a few moments, breathing erratically. Giles' hands were splayed at her waist, steadying her. After a few more seconds, she rolled her hips experimentally. "Ohhh," she moaned, "you feel so good…" She raised herself up, letting his shaft slide about halfway out before lowering herself again, loving the way this position embedded him so deeply. She repeated the action several times, exulting in the feel of Giles inside her, but she was slightly put off by how relatively still he had gone now that they were finally joined.

Had the seriousness of the situation finally gotten the better of him? Perhaps he had changed his mind and just couldn't bring himself to say anything? Had she forced him to this point? God, if he didn't want her, then why…

She looked into his face, watching as his eyes slowly opened. Giles didn't look turned off. He looked like he was experiencing absolute rapture. It made Buffy wonder: why, why had she never thought of him this way before? Leaning his head back against the couch, breathing heavily and regarding her with eyes darkened by passion, he presented an extremely sensuous picture. Not to mention, he certainly had some hidden attributes she had never previously considered… I mean, wow!

He watched her expectantly. Why had she stopped moving? She was right. It felt good. So bloody good that he had to stay still and get used to the sensation for a second, before he burst like a horny school boy. She was looking apprehensively at him. Perhaps she was confused? No. Her heated glance showed no sign of confusion. Her expression could be easily described as out and out lust. Giles felt himself grow even harder, if that were possible. Maybe she just needed some… encouragement, which he would be more than happy to give. He felt her inner walls squeezing his cock like a vise. Exhaling raggedly, his hands slid down from her waist to grip her hips. He leaned forward just a little bit, put his lips against her ear and whispered roughly, "Jesus Christ, Buffy. Don't stop fucking me." He emphasized his point by thrusting his hips up into hers, driving even deeper.

With that, Buffy pushed his shoulders against the back of the couch and began to ride him slowly. His hands dug into her hips, angling her body just so and keeping her pace steady. Buffy moaned again, throwing her head back. Her hands rubbed from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing his nipples and causing him to give an incoherent shout of his own. They began grinding against each other frantically, intensely focused on the exquisite pleasure of their joined bodies.

Giles allowed his hands to wander, stroking her skin with abandon and drawing a series of encouraging noises from Buffy as she surged against him. She pitched forward so that her breasts rubbed against his chest as they thrust together. One of his arms slid around her lower back, steadying her so that he could plunge in and out with ever increasing speed and depth. Their mouths met, but they were too out of breath to share a deep kiss. Instead, they locked eyes as the frenzied lovemaking continued to escalate. Giles could feel that she was getting close. With every thrust she rotated her hips just as he pushed upwards, causing his rushing body to create amazing jolts of friction against her clitoris. He hissed in almost painful pleasure. "Mmm, you're so tight…"

Buffy's arms were propped on either side of Giles' head as she rode him hard, gasping and murmuring passion drunk nonsense words as their flesh collided. Just as she started to come, she felt his teeth fasten onto her neck, just below her ear. Otherwise known as the most sensitive spot on her body. "Oh God, GILES!"

Her inner walls gripped him, pulsing and grasping at his cock. He bit her neck even harder as he came, wrapping both his arms around her and pulling her down onto himself with ruthless force. He wasn't even sure what words came out of his mouth for several blinding, white hot moments after that. He had definitely shouted her name at least once, that much he knew. Buffy's pleasure seemed to outlast his, and he realized she had spun into a second orgasm as he emptied himself into her, jerking madly and holding himself deep inside.

For several minutes there were no sounds in the room other than heavy, sated breathing. Their hands wandered each others' skin in long, languorous strokes, bodies still fused. Giles began to stroke a hand through Buffy's hair, looking down at her face where it rested in the crook of his neck. She purred contentedly, slowly opening her eyes.

They shared a long, searching look. Neither felt like discussing what had just happened between them, not yet. And, strangely, it didn't seem particularly urgent. The whole twisted situation, the argument, Spike, Riley… none of it mattered at all. The fact that they were laying chest to chest, naked, with him slowly softening inside her… nothing felt strange or wrong about the situation. Both of them took vague and unconscious note of this fact, somewhere in their lust hazed minds.

Buffy was the first to speak. "Giles?"

He continued to stroke her hair, turning so that his lips rested against her forehead. "Hmm?"

Raising her head with some effort, she regarded him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I don't think I got enough proof yet."

Giles shook his head slightly, as though waking up from a trance. "I- What?"

She bent her head to whisper in his ear. "I think I need you to show me again. Take me upstairs?"

The feel of her lips against his ear combined with the words of her request caused a stirring in several areas, including Giles' heart and other interesting places. A small smile crept onto his features, and he rubbed his nose against the side of Buffy's face. He reveled in cozy silence for a couple moments before replying, the smile growing bigger and reaching his eyes.

"Right, then. Shall we?"

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(sigh) Well, that was exhausting to write. It took me all week! Word choice while writing smut it challenging, to say the least! Not to mention all the meticulous smut-related research that went into this. Vital questions like "Does Giles wear a belt with his jeans?" and "Will anyone notice how I ignored the fact that there's a table behind the couch in Giles' apartment for the sake of my own selfish authorial needs?"

As mentioned, there will be one more chapter to tie up all the nice little loose plot ends. AKA Riley and Spike. Perhaps we'll tie them up and throw them in the river? Anyone have a handy collection of cement blocks? ;)

This story is tired and slightly hungover after its weekend of partying with all its new friends. Who's up for a nap in the big king sized hotel bed with the down comforter and fluffy pillows? Champagne and strawberries will be arriving soon, and I hear the room service delivery person accepts reviews as a tip instead of money!