A/N - My heartfelt thanks go out to my beta for helping me through my first foray into the land of smut.

WDWG - Chapter13: Promises

It was late in the evening when the petite blonde entered the darkened suite, illuminated only by a small table lamp in the common area. Buffy threw her key card and purse on the coffee table, noticed the fresh flowers in the glass, and called out, "Giles?"

He entered the doorway from their room and leaned against it with his right hand stuffed in the pocket of his black denims looking sad, contrite, and nervous. "Good evening, Buffy."

"The flowers are beautiful." She said pointing to the blooms, quickly shoving her hands in the back pocket of her jeans.

Giles moved from his perch in the doorway over to where Buffy was standing, "I saw the daisies and immediately thought of you. Buffy... I wanted to apologize for my conduct this morning, it wasn't fair. I was -"

"Jealous?"

He quirked an eyebrow at her and smiled shyly, ducking his head. "Partly."

"Sit down, Giles." Buffy requested as she took her place on the couch.

He looked at her with some trepidation and sat down next to her. After he'd finished conducting Council business, he'd spent the better part of the evening convincing himself that he had nothing to worry about. The tone of her note had been reassuring. If she was intent on leaving him, he felt that she would have addressed and signed it differently. But maybe after seeing Angel... no, while his heart was beating erratically, he would wait for her to tell him what she needed to. He didn't need to add to his already frayed nerves.

"You threw me for a curve with your question this morning. I never expected that to come from you." She shook her head, stopping him before he could interrupt. Lacing her fingers through his, Buffy searched his beautiful jade green eyes before continuing, "But the answer is that if Angel walked through that door, human and proposing marriage, I would have to decline. He's not what I want and I haven't wanted to be with him for years. It was nice to get lost in the fairy tale for a few moments before the world was going to end, but that's all it was. And yet, it never was like that back then, was it? So much misery even before Angelus. I was just too young and wrapped up in my own drama to see it in any other way. But now... now I have a reality that far exceeds any fantasy. I have a man who showed me the sunrise and promised me no more darkness. A man who loves me with a fierce devotion, but would let me go if that was what I wanted. A sexy, English gentleman who wants us to start the next chapter of our life with nothing to hold us back."

Giles listened to her in awe, his heart feeling as though it would burst through his chest. He could see the emotion in her stormy green eyes, lifting his free hand to lovingly move a stray lock of hair from her face before settling his arm on the back of the sofa. Buffy could be quite eloquent when she needed to. It was one of the reasons he tolerated her butchering the English language with their friends. Again he tried to speak, but she put two of her fingers against his lips.

"Of course, you do get some points off for your disappearing act, Giles. But, you were dead on, I needed to set things right with Angel. I am sorry I didn't see that from the beginning. I never considered him an issue because in my mind, it was so over; but you both needed that closure from me. Now it's done, no more ghosts of boyfriends past." She held his gaze, awaiting his response.

"Every time I think I can't love you any more than I already do, you prove me wrong." He declared, caressing her neck with the tips of his fingers. "Thank you. I know I behaved appallingly and I am so very sorry."

"It's funny, but it's usually me who runs when things get heated like that. Promise me that when we fight you will always stay and work things out with me?" He nodded in agreement and she smiled, moving in towards him, her voice lowering almost to a whisper. "Now, I believe this is the time when we start with the make up smoochies."

"I do believe you are right." He responded with a slight smile, moving his hand to the nape of her neck, drawing her to him. His hot mouth took ownership of hers and he hungrily swallowed her soft moan as his free hand trailed down the side of her neck and caressed her collarbone.

Breaking the kiss, Buffy looked into Giles' dilated pupils trying to get her breathing under control. Loving the hint of his raw strength beneath her fingers, she pulled his shirt off surveying his broad chest with her hands, and lavished his hardening nipples with her teeth and tongue. Giles purred shifting on the couch, his jeans growing ever more uncomfortable as she mouthed her way further down to his navel.

The impatient Englishman grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap. Grinding into her, he grunted, "Can you feel how hard you make me, Buffy? God, I want you!" She let out a contented groan as he roughly pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it across the room.

Once again claiming her mouth, he thrust his tongue between her lips in mad desperation as he undid the clasp of her bra and pulled the straps down. She shivered as he gently brushed her upper arms with his finger tips before taking the garment off and dropping it next to the couch. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he leaned back to admire them. "Perfect, so perfect!" He breathed huskily, before taking her highly sensitive nipple between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. She arched into him, brushing against his erection, and with a muffled curse Giles involuntarily thrust his hips upwards, causing them both to cry out at the contact.

After days of foreplay, Giles couldn't stand it any longer, "Make love with me, Buffy." He pleaded.

"Bed, Giles. Take me to bed." She agreed breathlessly.

He moved so that he could stand up and lift her with him at the same time, and the Slayer eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist to make it easier for him to carry her to their room.

Gently laying her down on the king sized bed, Giles took a moment to study her beauty. Her lips were full and flushed and her eyes dark with desire. He kissed her long and leisurely as he slowly leaned over her, unbuttoning her jeans and drawing down the zipper, exposing the tiniest of pink lace panties. His breath caught in his throat. Carefully tugging her pants down, he kissed his way back up her calf to her inner thigh. She squirmed encouragingly beneath him as he nuzzled his nose against her wet panties growling with desire as he drank in the musky aroma of her arousal. His erection strained painfully against his jeans and he couldn't remember if he'd ever been that hard before. Running his hands along her hips, he lifted them while taking the top of her panties between his teeth to draw them down. Kneeling before her, he groaned in anticipation at the sight of her glistening dewy curls.

Lying completely naked, Buffy ogled the Watcher as he stood to unbutton his jeans. He was lean and his downy chest was powerful and muscular. Her eyes trailed down his torso just as he dropped the black jeans and boxer briefs and her heavy lidded gaze on his thick cock caused him to twitch with excitement. She let out a soft whimper as he settled himself between her thighs, nestling up against her core, parting the folds with his tongue. She was so wet and ready for him, writhing beneath him as he licked his way up to tease her clitoris. One hand instinctively reached for his head, weaving her fingers through his silky hair, while the other balled up a corner of the duvet for support as he drew her closer to release.

"Jesus, you taste divine... wanted to... so long..." Giles murmured against her, almost sending her over the edge with the vibrations from his deep voice.

"Giles!" Buffy cried out as he entered her with his index finger and began to pump into her. Grinning devilishly, he added a second digit to his ministrations and sucked at her swollen nub. She bucked against him in titillating agony, "God, I'm so close!"

"Come for me, my love!" He encouraged. "I want to feel you come for me. Please. Just let go." With his right thumb, he lightly pressed into the junction at her hip, causing her to thrash wildly, taking only two more strokes before she cried his name in release, shuddering and grasping for him in desperation. He made his way up her body, trailing soft kisses as she came down.

"Jesus, that was... no words..." Wrapping her arms around him, Buffy rolled over onto her side taking him with her, entwining her legs with his, feeling his heavy cock leave traces of pre cum over her belly. She kissed him deeply, declaring, "I love you so much."

His eyes, dark with desire, narrowed as he spoke, "You're so beautiful. God, watching you come, knowing I can do that..." He leaned back further into the mattress and groaned as she kissed down his throat and bit down on his collarbone. "Dear lord!" He shuddered, lost in the sensations she was bringing out in him. Buffy eased her way down his body, trailing open mouthed kisses as she explored him. The muscles in his toned abdomen quivered as she followed the line of soft hair below his belly button.

Encircling his rock hard member with her hand and slowly stroking it, she asked in a sultry voice, "I wonder what you taste like, Giles."

"Oh dear God!" he whimpered in anticipation, watching as she dropped her head, taking a teasing lick at the sticky fluid trickling down the shaft.

"Mmm... delicious." She smirked at him before engulfing his erection and rolling her tongue around the head. Keeping pressure on the base with her right hand, she traced the vein up to the slit, tasting more of the fluid that had accumulated there. Looking up at him wantonly, she pumped his shaft. "So good..." she sighed, returning her eager mouth to his cock, licking her way up from the base to the head before once more taking him into her mouth as she lightly massaged his balls.

Giles moaned at the exquisite pleasure she enticed from his body. Grabbing the headboard with his right hand, he reached for the condoms he had placed in the drawer of the nightstand with his left.

"Mmm." She hummed, looking up at him as he tore the foil packet open. God, he was so sexy!

"I want to be in you... feel you grab my cock as you come." He rasped, handing her the condom.

Lipping and licking up and down his length, drawing out whimpers and shivers, Buffy deftly sheathed her prize, and slid up his glistening body to straddle him, trailing kisses as she went.

"I'm yours, Giles, yours. Take me." Buffy murmured against his neck, willingly and completely surrendering herself to him, intent on removing any doubt from his mind.

Rolling her over and taking the dominant position, Giles gently stroked the back of his fingers against her cheek, the desire in his eyes intense with the love he possessed for her. "Mine!" He ardently declared as he traced her lower lip with his index finger before lowering his head to take her in a slow, sensual, probing kiss. When it ended, he positioned his erection at her entrance.

"Please..." She begged.

"Please what? What do you want, Buffy? Talk to me." His growled in anticipation.

"I want to feel your cock in me. Please, Giles!" And with that, they locked eyes as he entered her slowly, allowing her to get used to the size of him.

"Christ, Buffy! You're so hot... so tight... so wet for me." Her lover whispered as he thrust the rest of his way home, taking delight in being enveloped by the woman he adored.

Loving how expressive her usually reserved Englishman was in bed, Buffy took her queue from him, "You make me so wet, Giles, so hot! It's all for you. You're beautiful. God, you feel so good! Take me!"

Whimpering excitedly at her words, he started to thrust slowly and deeply into her. He leaned down, placing light kisses on her mouth and cheek, then moved over to breathe in her ear, "So worth the wait. I love you!"

Buffy had never felt so completed, so whole, so loved in all her life. Her Watcher truly was made for her. Running her hands over his shoulders, she pulled him down into another searing kiss, stroking his tongue with hers. Hungry with unrestrained desire and needing to feel every inch of him, she squeezed his shaft with her inner muscles, undulating against him as she met his thrusts.

Spurred on by her unabashed enthusiasm, Giles straightened up and raised her hips to increase the angle. "So deep, Buffy. So good!" He growled.

"Yes, right there. Fuck me, Giles. Oh God, harder!" Buffy pleaded, grabbing his firm ass and pulling him closer.

Obligingly, he drove into her harder and faster, feeling the tightening in his belly and balls. Fighting a sense of urgency, he shifted slightly, eliciting a moan from his lover, and reached down to stroke her clit. She came violently, digging her nails into his thighs, screaming his name in ecstasy. No longer able to hold on as he felt her muscles milking his cock, Giles let go, burying himself deep within her, finding his release, "Oh, God. Buffy!" Not wanting to collapse on her, the sated Watcher rolled off of his equally spent Slayer, holding her tight as he rode out the powerful aftershocks.

Buffy pressed her body against his, tucked her head into his shoulder and stroked his chest with her fingertips, reveling in his warmth and the pounding of his heartbeat. She felt him kiss the top of her head and she looked up, her smile illuminating her whole face. "Mmm, you are quite the lover, Mr. Giles." She purred in contentment.

"I aim to please, Miss Summers. You are so very, very lovely." He murmured, nuzzling the hair on the top of her head. Grabbing a tissue from the side table, he moved her slightly to get up.

"Where are you going?"

Heading to the bathroom on slightly wobbly legs, Giles grinned, "I'll be back in a moment." Having disposed of the condom, he made his way back to bed to find a sleepy Slayer. "Have I worn you out already?" He teased.

"For the moment, maybe." Buffy giggled, kissing his chin as he climbed back under the covers. Turning serious, she shifted her body to lean over him, capturing his pale green eyes with her darker ones. "I love you, Rupert Giles!"

Lifting his left hand to cup her cheek, eyes still locked together, Giles stated simply, "I won't ever let you go now, my love."

"You have always been mine, Giles. My Watcher, my friend... now my lover and my Giles. I'm yours... completely."

They shared a tender kiss before she nestled against him feeling safe and secure. Buffy sighed in contentment when Giles wrapped his arms around her, and as his body relaxed and his breathing evened out as he fell asleep, she cuddled closer, wrapping an arm around his waist, "Always." She promised.