Double date - Part 4
A/N: Hi Guys! How have all you been? I'm fine. Life is been busy but nice kind of busy at least! ;) I really miss you all and I catch myself thinking of your messages and B/G new fic ideas during work. Tsc Tsc... Don't tell my boss! hihihi
A/N2: Here it goes some smuts for our favourite Watcher and Slayer. YEAH! As some of you know, English is not my first language, so I'm still learning. I tried to use some new things I learned (I mean words, not actions! You, dirty minds... hahaha). I hope you enjoy. hahaha
His gaze landed on her lips again and he moved forward. He just wanted... the warmth of her lips over his again, just... for one more second, only one single second more, he told himself.
However, that particular second stretched and his hands flew up holding her head gently in place.
His face tilted slightly to one side and he just wanted... a taste. His tongue probed her lips while he reassured himself again, only a small sample... the taste of her... only for a second. His tongue met hers, and caressed it shyly. Oh! Dear Lord. His grip tightened on her, his fingers entwining in her hair. It mustn't taste this good. He just needed... a second more to prove it to himself. His mouth started to move and hers swayed in sync with his; their tongues were playing together, feeling, tasting, teasing each other. This is so bloody wrong.
However, the hands she had firmly pressed against the nape of his neck and over his thigh seemed to be there to declare that all of her parts against him felt good... dangerously, maddeningly good. His legs closed on hers, and the inside of his thighs came into flush contact with the outside of hers.
"Mmm," Buffy moaned into his mouth.
Her hands moved, caressing him on their way to his chest; his pectoral muscles rippled, feeling warm and manly shaped under her palms. She also could feel the texture of hair under his shirt. She felt his accelerated heart beat, traced his ribcage with her fingers and lowered her palms along his flanks. She griped the side of his shirt and started to pull on it intending to free its tail from his trousers.
Without breaking the kiss, Giles started to lift up from the coffee table slightly to allow his shirt tails to become free. However, the force she exerted caused him to lose his balance and tip over her. Breaking the kiss, he rushed to place his left hand on the back of the couch to avoid falling over her body.
They looked at each other.
"It's ok," she said softly, encouraging him to keep himself close to her. She positioned herself more comfortably on the couch; her shoulders resting on the back of the couch, next to his hand.
She finished freeing his shirt tail from his trousers while he supported himself on one arm over her; his feet planted on the floor. He took the time to steady his breathing and try to regain control of his actions. His eyes closed. We mustn't go any further than this, he thought. This had already gone too far.
He gasped when she touched his abdomen under his shirt.
"Buffy," he said in a weak voice that was supposed to come out as a warning.
"I'm just curious," she stated simply and honestly, "to feel your body."
"We should stop," he tried to argue in no more than a whisper.
"Give me just one more second," she pleaded with him; the sentence sounding too familiar to him.
His eyes watched both of her hands disappear under his shirt and his gaze inevitably dropped to her legs. Her skirt had ridden up a few inches and he could see more of her thighs than he was used to. Uninvited erotic images invaded his mind and he registered the exact moment he became fully aroused. He was only a man after all.
His left knee came to rest on the couch seat next to her right leg. Now he supported himself on his left arm and knee above her body while she boldly explored his taut flanks with her hands.
She lifted her face to him and his willing mouth captured hers in a languid and sensuous kiss. His right hand held her by the base of her skull, entangled in her hair.
Her hands found his chest; her fingers hovering over the hair in there. She touched his skin more firmly, feeling the muscles she had felt before over his shirt. Oh! How she liked the feeling of him.
She teased his skin and his nipples and he quivered. Her fingers found one of the belt loops of his trousers and tucked on it; pulling him gently towards her. She bit his lip hard stealing a sound from his vocal cords that was a mixture of a groan and a cry.
He ended up placing his right knee on the couch as well, positioning himself astride her. However, he was balancing himself on his knees and his left hand on the back of the couch. Giles prayed to all the divine entities he had knowledge of for Buffy not to notice his hard-on. Which, obviously, would require a miracle.
Buffy started to run one hand over his thigh and he moaned quietly. The other hand shamelessly caressed his butt over his trousers, once in a while she would squeeze the tight gluteus muscle. She was driving him crazy.
Giles started to kiss his way along her jaw to her neck. His grip on her was becoming more confident, more possessive. He held her with both hands now, angling her neck to give him better access to her collarbone. Buffy released a long and sensual moan when he sucked on the skin in there. She was having a taste of what he had stated himself; he was really just a man, above all... What. a. man!
He hungrily nibbled, kissed and sucked on her neck for what felt like an eternity while she explored the firmness of his body. He also wanted to feel her, feel her body with his hands and lips, with every inch of his skin but he held back. Because this was not supposed to be happening, the conscious part of his brain screamed incessantly.
His thigh muscles started to tremble from exertion from supporting his body. Buffy felt the tremor of his tired muscles. "Come closer," she asked in a lustful soft voice.
"No," he replied hoarsely.
"Why not?" she quizzed while caressing his ear with her mouth and taking his earlobe between her lips.
Giles swallowed audibly, his mouth was dry and his breathing was ragged. "I..." he started the sentence but was unable to concentrate enough to pull out a convincing excuse and telling the truth was definitely not an option - he was so damn hard.
"It's fine," she said sensing the reason to his hesitation. "I just want... to feel your body on mine... your warmth. That's all."
Her hands climbed the skin of his back under his shirt. Her acceptance and fascination with his body amazed him. His scars, his imperfections... Giles knew that his body was firm and nicely shaped but he also knew that she was used to the natural perfection of the youth.
Unconsciously, he found himself searching for her mouth and taking it in a deep kiss full of desire; her hands slowly bringing him into her embrace and his pelvis inching down over hers until they touched each other through their clothes. She shifted on the couch and their lower body locked together and they released an unrestrained delicious moan.
Buffy felt the proof of his arousal pressed against her and it made her want more and more of him. She undulated her body against his and Giles felt a shot of warm, liquefied desire reach every single nerve of his body.
She repeated her movement and gripped his back tight with her hands, her fingernails scratching his skin unconsciously.
"Buffy," her name scaped his throat drenched in need.
He knew that they shouldn't be this close together, entangled like this, but he felt helpless. He craved for more of her, he needed the friction of their bodies together desperately. His left hand travelled to her butt and he angled her to him. His right hand hugged her to him firmly.
Images of his teenager years of making out on the couch flashed through his mind and he couldn't help grinding his hips down on hers. Both moaned again and again, relishing in that feeling. It felt so good... so delicious and somehow so innocent. It also carried a prohibited feeling, similar to the one caused by the fear of been caught by his parents on the living room's couch. There they were; two teenagers rubbing against each other, drying humping and moaning quietly.
Their bodies started to slide down on the couch and Giles hugged her tight to him once more and, with little effort, he adjusted them both lying on the couch; his body flush against hers. His mouth came once again to her neck and his hands caressed her flanks, one of them climbing to her breasts. Buffy moaned and arched into his touch, encouraging his actions while caressing the back of his neck and hair. His hand found her breast and massaged it gently. His touch was so tender yet erotic, that her breathing became rapid after a few seconds. He caressed her nipple through the thin material of her shirt and bra. He lowered his mouth to her cleavage and she arched even more and pressed his face down onto her body.
One of his legs nudged her legs apart and he pressed his thigh against her crotch making her skirt ride up even more. She pressed herself against his leg instinctively and whimpered. He groaned at that action and his hand flew over to her thigh, encouraging her grinding movements. "Yes," he whispered huskily, not able to contain the sinful satisfaction that rushed down his spine at feeling Buffy pleasuring herself on his thigh.
Buffy's hand reached for his belt and started fumbling with it. However, Giles hand covered hers, stilling her movements.
"Giles!" she cried, in wanton and desperation. "Please," she craved.
"We mustn't," he said in agony, bringing his lips to her ear and soothing her with light caress on her hair.
"I know," she said faintly, still moving her hips slowly against his thigh.
"Lord! You are my slayer," he whispered, "I care about you so dearly."
"I don't want to harm our relationship," he said at last.
Buffy could feel the fear and pain in his voice. She searched for his eyes and caressed his face with her fingers lovingly, "I don't want either, but... we don't need to make such a big deal out of this... We can enjoy each other... tonight - this once - and tomorrow... we go back to the good old... Slayer... and Watcher." Her voice was unconsciously sensual and her sentence was broken.
"I'm not quite positive about this idea," he hesitated.
"I know we'll be fine," she reassured him. "I need you so much now," she confessed, baring her desire to him.
Her eyes looked particularly striking now; they had an enchanting little sparkle that he had never seen in them before. He watched her for the longest moment with his breath caught in his throat. His gaze took in every tiny little expression of her face - the beautiful woman she had become - his eyes finally landing on the redness and swollenness of her lips.
"Make love to me, Giles" she murmured.
A/N: I hope you are enjoying. I can't wait to start writing the next chapter. This story will probably get longer because I have in mind some uncommitted naughtiness between these two. What do you think? In case you like the idea and if you have any request. Any suggestion... just trow it my way that I'll try to fit it in. The idea is to play a little bit with the characters and try to scape the usual B/G fanfic dynamic. Let's see how it comes out. I also have some new ideas for new fanfics, so... I better get back writing! :)
Keep warm, kids! Winter is coming for most of you but it's getting bloody warm in Giles' flat!