Double date - part 5
A/N: Hi guys! How are you all? So sorry for the long delay in updating. You know, life... besides, naughty chapters deserve a little more effort and research, if you know what I mean... hehehe
No more talk now... I hope you enjoy. :)
Gently untangling her body from his, Giles got up from the couch. He was silent and stern.
He stood and faced her. Buffy felt air missing in her lungs as she held her breath expectantly. Giles said nothing for a few seconds before extending his hands towards her, causing her heart to race.
His expression was unreadable and Buffy searched his eyes trying to decipher his intentions. Unsuccessfully and resigned, she finally took his hands and he helped her to get up from the couch.
He turned his back to her and started pulling her gently with him. He brought them to the bottom of the stairs that lead to his bedroom and without a single moment of hesitation, he started climbing the steps still holding her hand in his.
Giles seemed so determined. He resembled a loyal war soldier after been given an explicit order of execution.
Buffy watched him from behind; his crumpled shirt with its tail hanging lose and his tussled hair. He didn't have his glasses on anymore and this whole vision looked so much different from her reliable Watcher. Her heart pounded stronger with each step ascended and she could hear it clearly in her ears.
At the exact moment Giles' eyes had seen her last words being articulated by her lips he knew he had no other destiny.
She had such power over him. Would he always comply with all her demands? Was it supposed to be like this between Watchers and Slayers?
...He didn't know the answer to it yet.
They reached his bedroom and he stopped by the bed. Releasing her hand, he walked over to the bedside lamp and switched it on. The room was illuminated by that dim light and the light coming through the door.
Giles walked back to her but kept a three foot distance. His posture was tense and his movements were tight.
Buffy was motionless. The only thing that seemed unrestrained and wild in the room was her heart beat.
Their eyes met and his hands started working on his shirt buttons; undoing one at a time from top to bottom. His face was empty of emotions, at least not enough that Buffy could read.
Giles shed his shirt but Buffy's gaze kept trained in his eyes. He kicked his shoes off and bent down to remove his socks.
Returning to an upright position, he halted his actions. His arms were lowered by his side but still tense, not assuming a complete vertical position. His hands stretched open with his palms facing her in a devoted gesture of surrender.
"This is me as a man. My body is aged and battered," he stated.
Buffy's eyes finally left his and raked down his body; scanning his chest before her eyes crossed over his long legs covered by his trousers and landed on his feet, bare and planted on the ground. The whole vision - his tense posture, his open stretched palms were so symbolic and raw that the air was knocked out of her lungs.
Buffy stepped closer and, while their eyes kept trained into each others', she reached for his belt buckle for the second time that night. Giles inhaled sharply but maintained his stance.
She opened his belt buckle and unbuttoned his trousers. Upon lowering the zipper, Giles swallowed audibly.
She lowered his trousers down carefully and he stepped out of them.
Giles stood there, still wearing his boxers but he had never felt so naked in his entire life.
Buffy placed herself in front of him at arm's length. Slowly, she started peeling off her own clothes. As his, her actions were also hidden of emotions and almost mechanical, but yet it carried a natural sensuality that filled the room with unbearable sexual tension.
Finally, without breaking their gaze, Buffy freed herself of her skirt. She straightened up her body, presenting herself to him in only a pair of matching black lacy underwear.
She took a few deep breath intakes in a futile attempt to slower her heart rate. Apparently, her Slayer's strength was completely hostage of the atypical situation.
Giles saw her gaze break with his and her eyes slowly travelled their way down his body. Buffy seemed to study him with clinical precision, taking in every inch of exposed flesh; his neck and arms' veins, his arms and chest's muscles that rippled in tension under her scrutinizing eyes. She noticed how the light brown hair sprinkled over his pectorals accentuated his masculinity. Her gaze followed down the path of hair over his stomach until it disappeared under his boxers. She took in every detail of his last and so very intimate piece of clothing. Her eyes analysed his well shaped thighs for several seconds before dropping to his calves then, again, to his feet.
All along, Giles had been attentively watching her eyes; the apprehension and unconscious concern regarding her acceptance beating the temptation of running his own eyes through her almost naked body.
Her gaze returned to his chest, fixed on a particular spot. Weakly, she stepped forward and brought her hand up to touch him there. The skin felt uncharacteristically smooth under her fingers; it was a battle scar.
Giles swallowed and forced himself to keep perfectly still.
The scar was about three inches long and very distinct. It was shaped as a thin line which suggested a deep cut. It was the largest scar that Buffy could identify on him.
"I-I am far from perfect, Buffy." The words came out of his dry mouth.
"You are a warrior, Giles." she stated without hesitation, "that's perfection to me."
Her fingers traced the scar slowly, "Was it a demon's claw?"
Giles didn't reply, hesitating while vivid images of how he had acquired it flicked through his mind.
"A sword?" she insisted.
"A knife," he finally answered before swallowing dryly.
That mark, along with a few others, was carved on his chest by Angelus under horrific torture.
Buffy felt the pain in his voice and despite the curiosity to know more about it, she decided not to linger on that issue. She placed her other hand also over his chest, feeling the inviting warmth under her palm.
"I want you," Buffy voiced.
"I'm yours," he said sternly.
Buffy felt a shot of adrenaline run up her spine and she shivered at his words. Her hands caressed his chest and slowly climbed to his broad shoulders.
"Show me," she challenged with a low voice that was almost a whisper.
Giles watched her for a long moment before lowering his mouth to hers in a slow motion, giving her time to refuse the contact if she wanted to. His eyes watched her lips until his own lips found hers and his eyes shut close. Buffy's eyes also closed at the contact and when she felt his tongue tracing her lips she took the invitation, opening her mouth to him.
Both were struck by an unusual thrill and her grip tightened on his shoulders while his arms enveloped her body. His skin was extremely warm against hers.
This kiss felt so more intimate than the previous ones shared on the couch for some reason. Perhaps due to their almost bare bodies fastened together or simply because now it was clear to both of them what they were about to do together.
However, before the kiss could grow even more heated, Giles gently motioned them to the bed. He laid Buffy first before covering her body with his, supporting his weight over her.
Her hands started to feel the curves of his back muscles and they proceeded kissing. Giles' hand caressed her body, making her skin heat up gradually. In complete ecstasy, Giles swallowed Buffy's moans and released a few of his own.
He growled when he felt her hands slipping into his shorts and caressing his bare butt. Buffy released a small laugh at his reaction before losing herself again to his ministrations.
Breaking the kiss, he moved his eager mouth to her neck causing Buffy's head to tip back in acceptance and joy. He placed wet kisses on her skin there and bit it gently eliciting a few small moans from her.
His face travelled downwards passed her collarbone while his hands caressed her flanks. Buffy felt his heat starting to burn her in desire. The way he touched her was like nothing she had experienced before.
He found her breasts with his hands, lightly massaging them over her bra. His mouth searched for her hardened nipple and bit gently on it still over the thin material. Buffy arched for him and his hand flew to her back, expertly unclasping her bra. It, somehow, surprised her how skilful Giles was on the art of love making and by the time she realized he had already freed her of her bra completely.
His hands landed smoothly on her naked breasts but his touch was definitely becoming gradually firmer. He ran his mouth over all extra sensitive areas surrounding her nipples before nipping and sucking one of them. Buffy whimpered and threaded her hands in his soft hair.
Giles was restless but gentle in his advances and Buffy felt herself being guided on a long arousing path with no signed exit.
Only when he had payed plenty attention to each of her breasts, Giles' moved south, revelling on the feeling of her firm abs under his lips. He recognized the tremor of pleasure there and noticed that her breath had clearly become uneven.
Giles inched lower, finding the waist band of her panties. He kissed along the line and hooking his fingers on each side he started to remove her last piece of clothing.
Buffy felt uncharacteristically at ease with Giles undressing her and she found herself lifting her hips from the bed to help him in his task.
After removing her panties completely from her, Giles returned his attention to her body. He watched her mesmerized. His eyes translated to her the flame of desire inside him.
"Your perfect symmetry is incredibly enticing," he managed to put some words to his thoughts at her dazzling beauty.
Buffy smiled at the unusual complement.
Giles kissed her tummy and ran warm hands over her hips. He relished on the overwhelming feeling of her skin against his mouth and hands; it was his guilty pleasure at that very moment. He trailed wet kisses everywhere before he moved to place more kisses onto the inside of her thighs. He felt Buffy moan louder and shiver sharply causing a rush of adrenaline to hit his own blood. His whole body burned in need.
His hand touched her pussy dedicatedly and she moaned again. He ran his fingers along her folds ever so gently, feeling her soft, sensitive and moisture skin.
Buffy gasped when he teased her clit briefly.
He watched her face and body contorting in shy pleasure; her little moans and gasps were just too damn sensual.
His fingers kept their light caresses until they touched her centre and he also teased her there, not entering her.
"It feels so good," she whispered.
"Umm..." was all he could answer in his almost primordial state of mind.
Taking a deep breath, he lowered his mouth onto to her pussy to join his fingers' caress.
"Giles!" Buffy called him in an alarming way.
He stopped his actions and looked at her puzzled.
"...I, um... No one... ever..." she tried to say, blushing for the first time that night.
Giles was able to understand her vague explanation; no one had ever laid their lips on her most intimate part.
"I need to taste you now, Buffy. Lord, how I want you."
Buffy watched the desperate plea in his eyes. It touched her so intensely and at that moment she knew she couldn't deny him this. She gulped and nodded her agreement somehow.
After taking in her permission, his hands were ready to gently spread her legs wider for him. He lowered his head onto her again and slowly placed the tip of his tongue over her clit, making a little pressure.
Buffy jerked and moaned loud.
Giles smiled in delight and waited for her to calm down slightly before placing his hands on her hips and holding her down. He then again touched her with his mouth but at this time he licked her folds slowly, tasting her juices.
Buffy's gaze flew to the ceiling and she relaxed, enjoying the new, nice, indescribable sensation down there. She could feel the texture and warmth of Giles' tongue and lips. She also felt the wetness caused by them and Giles' muffled breathing was clear on her ears. Buffy closed her eyes.
Giles found Buffy's core and pressed his tongue hard against it.
"Oh, God!" Buffy panted.
Giles held the intrusive tongue there and Buffy moaned wanting more of him. She felt herself getting very hot and wet; lubricated.
Giles brought his tongue back into his mouth in a languid lap. Then, after a short pause, he blew some cool air onto her pussy.
"Oh God!" she said breathless and with a silly smile placed on her face.
With no warning, his tongue touched her clit again but at this time he was able to hold Buffy in place. His tongue felt warm and moist against her so very sensitive spot, just the way it was supposed to be, it was maddening.
His assault was insistent now and Buffy's hands entwined in his hair in an unconscious painful iron grip.
Giles growled and with one of his hands, he held both of her hands together, removing them from his hair and immobilizing them above his head.
Buffy whimpered but didn't break free; she had a more pressing matter to worry about.
Giles continued his ministrations, flicking his tongue and occasionally sucking on her clit.
"Giles!" Buffy called in a weak voice but Giles ignored it, recognizing the pleasure in her tone.
He pressed on until her breath was rapid and her moans were more frequent.
Buffy bucked her pelvis helplessly in need. Her head trashed from side to side and she started to feel her orgasm approaching like a massive heavy train.
It was coming... It was closer, closer, clo-ser, clo-
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." Buffy voiced her release unashamedly.
Giles pinned her body down and kept his contact until Buffy had completed her long ride. Then, he released her hands and propped himself up watching the sated expression on her face.
She looked back at him intensely while taking deep breath intakes.
They stood like that for several moments, neither one of them daring to move.
"Come here Watcher-mine," she whispered with a small smile creeping onto her lips.
Giles smiled in an enchanting mischief manner and lowered his body over hers again. After wiping his mouth on the bed sheet, he touched her lips with his hesitantly. However, Buffy would have none of that hesitation; she pulled him closer and kissed him fully, tasting herself in his tongue and lips.
It was a taste like no other and her mind knew that from that moment on whenever she tasted herself in a different lover's mouth she would remember how wonderful it felt in Giles'.
His tongue was mimicking his previous action in her mouth and she moaned, seeming to light even more the fire in him. His hand caressed her thigh with unbearable need, and Buffy brought the knee of that leg up to nestle him in. She felt his hard member pressed between her legs and shivered anticipating their most intimate bond. Placing one hand over his backside, Buffy pressed him on her and rocked her pelvis at the same time. Giles groaned sinfully and gulped for air only inches from losing his sanity.
Buffy started pulling his boxer shorts down and Giles numbly helped her, kicking them of his legs.
Now he lay naked over her body and time seemed to stop. The only sounds in the room were their pounding hearts and heavy breathing.
"You all right?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Are you sure of this, Buffy. Do you still want me?" he asked with his heart in his throat.
If she wanted to stop, he would stop straight away but he knew that it would be one of the most difficult things he would have to do in his life, he needed her badly.
"Oh God, of course," she answered. "And you?" she asked.
He paused, contemplating her question for a moment. How much his perception of her had changed in the last couple of hours. Where had this sexually besetting woman been all along? His body literally shivered in need of hers.
"It scares t'hell out of me how much I do, Buffy."
"Good," she whispered before threading her fingers through his hair and bringing him for another kiss. The kiss grew inevitably feral and both of them couldn't hold any longer.
Positioning better between her legs, Giles guided his hard member to her entrance. He pushed himself into her giving both of them time to savour each inch taken. Buffy whimpered and he grunted in total rapture. After entering her completely, he kissed her forehead waiting for her to adjust to him.
He also needed this time to calm himself down. He felt her tight channel squeezing his cock in an exquisite manner he hadn't felt for so long. At this exact moment, he couldn't fandom why he had been denying himself this pure and primal pleasure. Surely he wasn't a promiscuous bastard as Ripper had once been; sleeping with a different partner every night, and more than occasionally engaging in torrid orgies. But Giles had to admit that sex was between one of the best, if not, the best thing in life. He was lasciviously drowning in the pleasure of being inside of her, taking her, marking his territory, and about to undo her completely. He was definitely going to hell... But now... He felt as in heaven.
Buffy stirred causing him to snap out of his trance. She lifted her legs and hooked her heels behind him. Giles took the hint and started to rock his pelvis slowly. His cock moving in and out of her, out and in... Buffy moaned and at the same time a deep groan scaped his throat.
Buffy deliberately squeezed her muscled around him, making him grunt and be forced to increase his pace. Giles lowered his face to her neck, sucked on the skin and scraped his teeth there in an unconscious rough caress.
Buffy in reply raked her nails down and across his back. It would probably leave marks for a day or two.
His thrust picked up speed and their heavy breathing and moans filled the small apartment. Neither of them noticed the constant creak of the bed, been dragged along with their passionate love making.
Their movements were frantic now and a drop of sweat ran down the side of his face. Buffy's moans turned into cries and Giles' into feral grunts.
Who would've imagined that Buffy's watcher would be an animal in bed?
Certainly, not her.
The long and deep thrusts had given space to the hard and fast ones and no words were necessary to alert one another that both were approaching their respective release. Their bond ran deep into their veins and that knowledge came as naturally as breathing.
Buffy's nails dig into his shoulder's flesh, Giles grit his teeth and shot up his head when their orgasm hit both of them simultaneously. In his last powerful thrust, Giles helplessly searched for a complete fuse and a small part of him seemed to melt into her. She howled her lungs out and he roared deeply, their bodies coming hard and consuming all their last energy.
Completely spent, Giles' head rested on the crook of her neck, and he panted for air. Buffy also breathed heavily and her muscles felt limp.
After a while, Giles was forced to move, slipping his sated manhood out of her and causing Buffy to utter a weak sound of protest.
Giles gently turned their bodies, cuddled up to her from behind and pulled the bed covers up around them.
Several quiet minutes passed before Buffy finally dared to break the silence.
"Giles..."
"Yes?"
"Was it good for you?" she asked.
That made Giles release a long, relaxed and soft laugh.
"Yes, Buffy, it was. And for you?" he quizzed.
"I guess we definitely click." she answered wittily.
Giles kissed her shoulder and hugged her tighter to him.
Nestled in his arms, Buffy didn't take long to fall asleep and neither did he after noticing her breathing becoming deep and even.
Stating that sex with Buffy had been simply good was a huge understatement. She had been extremely responsive to him and driving her to climax had been even more gratifying then his own climax. Not to mention how wonderful he felt being inside of her. It had in fact been one of Giles best sexual experiences. It would have topped the list if it wasn't for all the guilt and wrongness that impregnated the air.
Tonight had been magnificent, but what would tomorrow bring? Would he descend from heaven to hell in that short space of time? Would that night of passionate surrender destroy them? Or would Buffy be right and they would be able to go back to the good old Watcher-slayer partnership?
Only time will tell...
A/N: Whew! It's been a long time since I last wrote smutty, so I hope it came out all right. hihihi I hope to 'see' you all soon with one more naughty chapter. After all, I have to practice... hihihi :)