Double date - part 6
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Giles woke up at 6am with his alarm beeping. It was an unusual thing to happen since he usually woke up before it and when 6am finally hit he would be way deep into one of his books. He growled and motioned to hit the off button. His eyes blinked and stared at the bedside lamp that hadn't been switched off the night before, his brain made a click and he froze.
He carefully brought his hand to his nose, then the other. He sniffed on his hands and noticed a distinct scent of sex. Actually, the whole room smelled like sex and woman's perfume, Buffy's perfume to be more precise.
Giles jerked to look around him but the bed was empty. Was he imagining things? He sprang from the bed into his in suite bathroom.
There, he faced the mirror by the sink and looked at this reflex. His eyes landed on a red mark that disappeared behind his shoulder. Slowly turning sideways, his gaze followed the mark that travelled down his back being reflected in the mirror. On the skin there he found several other scrapes, long and red. He studied them, his eyes widening. Flashes of Buffy clawing him in ecstasy hit his forehead. He numbly turned back to the sink, opened the tap and scooped a handful of water onto his face. He repeated the gesture a couple of times and ran wet fingers over his hair. He needed to be awake now, his brain needed to put the puzzle together, urgently. The drops of water ran down his neck, reaching his chest. He looked at the mirrored reflection of him in the eyes.
"What have I done?" he whispered in total shock as the events of the previous night became clearer in his head. Everything seemed so surreal though that his brain was having a difficult time to process it all.
"Buffy?.. Buffy!" he shouted getting out of his bathroom.
Giles threw on a robe before living his bedroom.
"Buffy?" he called for her.
He scanned the whole apartment in search of her, but there was no sign of Buffy at all. He got back to his bedroom.
Giles paced back and forth completely unsure what to do. He stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose and his eyes landed on his bed.
"Dear lord! How do I fix this?"
His first action was to pull the sheets off of the bed and throw them in the washing machine. The second action was to prepare himself the largest pot of tea he could find.
He sat on the kitchen bench and practically drained the tea. The action only momentarily distracted his mind.
He climbed the stairs again and without glancing at the bed, he ran straight to his bathroom. Giles dropped his robe on the sink and stepped in to the shower. The water was set hot and he faced the jet. He bent his head under the shower head and let the sound of water overtake his senses, he breathed through his mouth and placed both hands on the wall in front of him. Slowly, he turned and let the water run down his back; he winced at the sting it caused when it hit his raw scratches. Giles closed his eyes and breathed deeply inhaling steam. He felt as if in a sauna and that was probably his intention; to warm his muscles and lungs in an attempt to relax and find a way out of the maze he had put himself in.
Buffy's delicate sexy moans rang in his ears and images of her tanned naked body writhing in pleasure under him populated the inside of his eyelids. Giles opened his eyes frightenedly and fixed his gaze on the drops of condensed steam running down the shower box.
"Oh, Rupert Giles, your father would be so proud of you. You bloody shagged your slayer, you horny bastard!" Giles voiced to himself imagining how disappointed his father would be if he ever had a chance to know how his son had used his Watcher's knowledge, years of training and what's worst, Buffy's trust for.
Before he could melt, Giles turned the shower off, stepped out and grabbed a towel. He dried his body carefully avoiding some of his worst scratches. When he dried his chest, he paused watching his biggest scar there. Now, the only images that came to his mind were of Buffy caressing him there, no Angel, no blade and no pain. Whilst feeling no actual physical pain, he was struck by a mental one that made him groan in frustration and finish to towel himself carelessly.
Before putting on his robe, he remembered he had an appointment at the Magic Box... at 8am... for training... and... with Buffy.
He released another painful throaty noise and started to get dressed, completely forgetting to shave.
Giles didn't even know why he had bothered going to the Magic Box, he was sure Buffy wouldn't show up.
He locked his car and when he got to the front door, Buffy was already perched at the entrance waiting for him.
"Um... Hey, Giles! Good morning! Did you have a good night's sleep?" Buffy greeted a little too enthusiastically.
"I... um... yes, thank you." he was short and proceed to unlock the door, completely unsure how to deal with the situation.
"Look at you... late! Was it difficult to get out of bed? You know... Comfy mattress and all..." she pointed a bit jittery.
Giles glanced at his watch, 7:40. He wasn't late... She was early, in fact, miraculously... and what was that hyper behaviour all about?
He ignored her comment and locked the front door behind them, leaving the keys in the lock. It was Saturday and the shop wouldn't be open to the general public.
"Or... maybe you had a busy night. Full of, you know... Excitement?" she emphasized the last word in a over the top mocking way covered with implied meanings.
Giles glared at her before trying to deflect the topic, "Buffy, could you please fetch us a couple of bottles of water." He motioned his hand to the fridge.
Buffy bounced to the fridge and retrieved the water before starting to follow him to the training room, "I bet it has to do with a woman. You had hot chick in your bed last night. Didn't you?"
Giles made his way into the training room and closed the door behind them; doing his best to ignore her comments.
Buffy continued, "umm... so it WAS a woman, or maybe more than one. You know... rumours say you are a stevedore, and you..."
"...I figured that one out. I mean... stevedore and all..."
Giles started to prepare the room, setting up the padded mat. He had taken in the summer outfit she wore, a small fluffy white top and a short yellow skirt. "Buffy, are you ready for training?" he asked trying to summon the remains of his patience and strength to ignore her inappropriate jokes. He wanted desperately to disassociate the words sex and Buffy, but she wasn't cooperating at all.
"I need to change first", she said casually kicking her sport's bag by her feet. "I don't wanna leave here for the day all sweaty and sticky."
She nudged the bag at her foot once more, "by the way," she continued, "this girl or girls from last night. They must have given you a good run for you money. Did they make you sweat? A lot?" she said with a teasing tone, before releasing a loud laugh.
Giles stood and looked at her, his gaze was piercing.
"Did I see a smile there?" Buffy teased at his stern semblance walking to stand in front of him. "I bet you loved rocking the bed last night, dude" she kept on with her bants and punched him nonchalantly on the arm like guys do to each other in a friendly yet teasing way.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." he finally acknowledged her jokes holding her gaze.
"Ah, no? Weird! I would've remembered if I had spent the night moaning into somebody's ears, or made a chick cum while eating her or especially if I had given someone a who-am-I?-where-do-I-live?-how-did-I-get-in-here?-fuck." she raised her eyebrow at him.
Giles' mouth gaped at her words and at the image they brought. He felt something stir in his trousers; it was exactly what he had been trying to avoid happening. He definitely didn't need this now. He waved his hand, "y-you better go get change."
"Giles!" Buffy finally explode at his up tightness. "Ignoring the situation won't make it any better."
"And making fun of it, will?" he shot back angrily.
Actually, Buffy had thought it would help. That maybe some bantering between 'buddies' would take the awkwardness away. Perhaps she had been spending too much time with Xander and his logical thoughts, she now realized.
"Well, do you have a better idea to get us back to normal?" she asked in a raised tone of voice.
"If I might well recall, to stir us out of normal was your brilliant insight to begin with and according to you it would be ALL fine." he bit back frustrated.
"Yeah! It would be ALL fine if you weren't such a woosy." she accused.
"Me? Oh, wait, I believe a flawless plan just sprang to mind! Why don't we shag each other senseless again to revert to normality?" He mocked in a strong sarcastic way waving his hands around.
"Yeah! Why don't we?" she spat the words out taking a step closer to him and raising her body in a defiant way.
Giles watched her arrogant face less than a meter away from his and the next thing he knew, his lips were crashed over hers. His mouth started to devour hers ardently. His tongue aggressively invading her space while his strong body backed her against the nearest wall.
When her back hit the wall, he lifted her up by her flanks and pressed his body against her. He kept kissing her hungrily and she matched his fire with the same wanton. Giles prodded her legs to straddle him and Buffy hooked her heels behind his butt. He pressed even harder against her searching all contact with her body.
She could feel his erection clearly through their layers of clothing and he rocked his pelvis firmly against hers, making her body rise along the wall. Buffy moaned into his mouth and Giles swallowed it instinctively.
Her hands held on to him for support with desperate need.
Giles mouth left hers and moved roughly to her neck; his five o'clock shadow stung her skin. He kissed her neck and sucked hard over her scar, making Buffy cry at the maddening mixed feeling of pain and desire. Buffy's fingers fastened in his hair locks but she was unsure if she wanted to force his head away or closer to her neck.
Giles' firm hand under her thigh held her to him while his other hand rode her skirt up even more before in a swift motion, ripping her small panties from her.
Buffy gasped before losing herself again to her lust, whimpering and shivering when he licked his way across to her ear.
"Are you ready for me, luv?" he asked hoarsely into her ear.
"Ummm?" Buffy purred more then answered.
His fingers touched the juncture between her thighs lightly, but soon they were gone. He brought his hand up and sucked his fingers into his mouth before returning them, now wet by saliva, to her crouch. His hand was trembling, in fact, his whole body was shaking with need.
"C'mon, luv, let's get you nice and wet for me." he demanded over her ear while his fingers worked her up.
"Umm..." was the only sound that seemed to be leaving Buffy's mouth at that moment.
Giles' fingers teased her clit fast and from time to time he would run a finger over her core to test her wetness. Buffy bucked into his hand.
"Do I have something you want? Um?" He teased before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. He was doing delicious noises over her ear, purrs, moans and growls; they were driving Buffy crazy.
With no warning Giles started to push his finger into her, soon to be joined by a second one. Buffy shot her head up and inhaled sharply.
"Dear Lord, you feel so ready for me."
He watched her face; her teeth biting her lower lip and her eyes painfully shut. He pumped his fingers and Buffy started to buck rhythmically with his hand. Buffy's breath grew heavier and her nostrils flared trying to catch air. Her whimpers and moans were low and frequent.
Suddenly, she felt Giles take his fingers away from her and after a heart's beat she felt a much larger and thicker object entering her. It had been a fast movement and it had shoved her up against the wall. Buffy yelped and Giles grunt between clenched teeth. It took her a few seconds to realize that that smooth yet hard intrusive cylindric object was his stonking cock.
"Giles..." Buffy mumbled his name when her Watcher started to rock slowly inside of her. One of his hands held her leg around him, and his head moved away from hers again only enough to see her face. He brought his other hand up, the one that had been touching her intimately. His fingers were glistening and slick with her juices. He watched her mouth intensely while his fingers gently ran over the length of her lips. Buffy also watched his actions while she felt the tip of one of his fingers entering her mouth. Her tongue shyly caressed it and she saw his eyes darkening even more in lust while his own tongue licked his lower lip in an unconscious ravenous gesture. Her lips closed around his finger and sucked on it more boldly now.
Giles moaned and brought his mouth over hers, licking her lips clean before once again onslaught her mouth.
His hand now fastened in her hair holding her lips to his and his thrust gained speed, not much, but definitely harder and longer.
Their breathing grew heavier and they were forced to break the kiss in need of air. Both of his hands moved to her hips, gripping them deliciously firm and his cheek rested against hers. His thrust became fast and shallow; the friction against her clit intensifying even more.
The feeling of being pressed against the wall and having her brains fucked out by her Watcher was so overwhelming that Buffy did not even register the pain caused by his stubble repeatedly scratching her check. Neither did she notice how damp his hair had become with sweat.
In time, their bodies moved in such a frenzy against each other that it was really impressing how Giles was able to hold them up. He bucked his hips in total abandon, ramming in and out of her until he felt Buffy's muscles clamping around him fiercely and heard her cry of release. Her surrender, brought Giles over the edge and he jerked his hips forward convulsively. He groaned and called her name while Buffy's channel squeezed his shaft like a Boa Constrictor, milking him up to the last drop.
After their big explosion, Buffy's head rested on his shoulder. Their bodies slowly slid down the wall until they were a pile of limp limbs on the mat.
Giles arms embraced her protectively and his hand caressed her hair lovingly; her head still on his shoulder.
A/N: This chapter was dedicated to Blind Magdalene for suggesting a Giles talking dirty.
A/N2: Please forward me any naughty suggestion, fantasy, request, anything. hihihi I'll try to fit all, obviously it will have to come with time since their relationship is developing... :) Seeya!