WDWG Chapter 18: Idyll

Giles leaned down and brushed his lips softly against Buffy's, almost as if he were asking permission. She responded eagerly, taking his with more ardor, weaving her hands through his wavy hair, and, when they broke apart, she smiled up at him, running gentle fingers over his cheek and brow, looking at him with wonder.

"How did I get so lucky?" She pondered almost to herself as she studied him.

He watched her face as she explored his with curious hands and eyes. He could see love and admiration for him cross her countenance and thought his heart would burst through his chest. "I've asked myself the same question a thousand times over the last week. First, the return of my brave warrior, assuming command and saving the world. Now she's become my partner, my lover... one day soon, my wife, and the mother of my children. Things I never believed I'd ever have..."

"Did I miss a proposal?" She teased him cheekily, running her free hand over his chest and shoulders.

"Well, traditionally one marries before having children." He deadpanned, his sensuous lips curving into a shy smile. Bringing a hand up, he delicately brushed the hair back from her face. "In my forever, vows are said and rings exchanged."

"Sounds like we have compatible forevers." Buffy breathed, shivering as he moved his hand down her neck and over the sensitive scar the vampires had left her.

"Indeed." He bent his head and gently bit down on the mark, taking pleasure in the soft moan he coaxed out of her. He nibbled his way up her delicate neck and jawline while his hand moved down, caressing the soft curve of her breast and continuing down to her hip. "I love you so." He declared huskily.

Then in a decisive move Giles deliberately sat up on his knees offering her his hand. She joined him in a sitting position on the bed, confusion written on her face and he took her other hand so that he held them both, smiled, and leaned in to capture her lips with his. Pulling away with a slight tremble, he nervously ducked his head with a look of sheepish apology and stated, "This is never the way it happens in my dreams."

Straightening up he locked eyes with her, dropped all defenses contained within them, and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, "Buffy Summers, I have always been yours and I always will be. With you, I am finally whole and there is tremendous joy in my heart. I have never known this type of happiness or depth of love before and I know that I never want to be without you again. You are the other half of my soul. I love you and promise that you will always know how much every moment of every day. Will you marry me?"

Buffy raised their entwined hands, turning them inward so she could kiss his knuckles. Her expressive eyes shone with an almost emerald hue. "Oh God! I love you so much! Yes, Giles!" She leaned in and took his mouth in earnest, putting forth all her heart and passion into it.

Parting his lips he allowed her tongue to explore his as she gently pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his thighs. He could feel himself harden as her hands explored their way under his hunter green polo.

Breaking the kiss, she murmured against his neck, "This needs to come off."

He raised himself up to help her remove his shirt and once it was off his fiancée nudged him back down on the bed, fingers drifting up his torso splaying through the fine hair on his chest. Letting out a soft sigh, Giles raised a hand and ran it through her silky blonde mane, hissing as she leaned down to take his nipple between her teeth.

Feeling his erection straining against her hot core, she rocked into him and placed open-mouthed kisses up his chest before sucking a sensitive spot on his collarbone, marking him. They continued to grind against each other as Buffy explored his masculine features with her talented lips and tongue.

Moving her up into a sitting position, Giles tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it over the side of the bed. "No bra today?" He asked approvingly. "Very naughty." Hearing her giggle, he brought his calloused hands to her breasts, lazily tracing the sensitive skin around her nipples with his index fingers before giving each one a slight pinch in turn.

Groaning, she reached down to undo his belt buckle and the buttons of his jeans. She hooked her fingers into the waistbands of his pants and underwear and carefully pulled them down, freeing his aching cock from its confines. "Looks like somebody wants to come out and play." Buffy purred in delight.

"Somebody was entirely too ready when I woke up this morning." He confessed enjoying the view as she slowly removed her jeans and black panties.

Sliding up his body seductively, Buffy took his earlobe between her teeth and whispered, "Hmmm, well my plans are for a slow ride, so lie back, mister." She felt Giles shiver and she palmed a condom from the nightstand while rubbing her naked body up against his.

Giles noted her intent to use protection and felt a twinge of both relief and sadness. He knew they weren't ready to head down the path of parenthood just yet, but now, when it was part of their future reality and not just his dreams, he started to realize just how much he wanted children. A gentle nuzzle under his chin pulled him out of his reverie.

"You okay?" Buffy asked, pulling back to see his reaction.

He smiled at her and caressed her cheek with a strong hand. "More than."

Smiling wickedly, she took his cock in her hand and dipped the tip of her tongue in the dewy slit, tasting his essence. Unable to stifle a groan, Giles did manage to steady his hips as she took him whole into her eager mouth.

"Oh God!" He cried out, clutching the headboard with his hands, trying to retain control as she lightly grazed her teeth over his shaft and teased the head with her tongue.

The Slayer in Buffy loved the power and control she had over her Watcher. She loved feeling the slight shudders, hearing the whimpers and moans she enticed from him as she sensually sucked his cock. Most of all, she loved the way he looked at her, knowing that this time, it was different: an expression of complete surrender in those brilliant pale green eyes. The moment she saw it, she was caught off guard and she knew it was the first time he had ever given himself entirely over to someone. The warrior in him had never let himself be taken like this before: both body and soul. Unable to process all the emotions she felt at that moment, she released his shaft and swiftly sheathed it, desperately needing to become one with him.

Licking and nibbling her way up his torso and chest, she arched her body against his, feeling his hands drift over her back and sides. His touch was electric and her skin tingled where he trailed his fingers. Quivering in anticipation, she settled herself astride his hips capturing his lips in a searing kiss, tongues dueling until he relented once again. They caught each other's eyes as she slowly lowered herself, and he held his rigid cock steady as he entered her. Lacing her fingers through his for support, Buffy undulated against him, keeping her gaze trained on his expressive face. She watched him bite his lip as she leisurely drew him in deeper and deeper within her.

Still holding her gaze, he allowed her to see the depth of his feelings for her, how vulnerable he was beneath her. Driven on by his submission, she let go of his hands and placed hers onto his shoulders, increasing the pace. He grabbed her hips, grinding into her harder, her mewls and moans urging his senses further towards the brink. He reached up and ran his thumb over her swollen red lips and she sucked it in, rolling her tongue around the tip of it down to the knuckle. Giving himself over to the sensations, he closed his eyes and groaned in the sheer pleasure of it all. He pulled his thumb from her mouth and brought it down between them, seeking out and stroking her highly sensitive nub. Feeling her start to lose control, Giles rocked himself up, taking Buffy by surprise, causing the first shudders of her orgasm. Grunting and breathing heavily, he bucked against her as she squeezed his shaft within her strong inner walls causing him to thrust deeper and faster, taking her further over the edge as he felt her hot channel spasm around him before joining her and letting himself go. She collapsed against him and he wrapped his arms around her as he fell back against the pillows.

"Oh God!" She managed between breaths, her head tucked under her lover's chin.

"You alright, love?" He panted back, hugging her tightly to his chest.

"More than." She mimicked, looking up at him, kissing the end of his nose. "You?"

Letting out a tiny giggle, he smiled and stated, "Never better. But, uh, not to be indelicate..."

"Oh! Um, yeah, just a sec." Buffy caught on and lifted herself off of her Watcher, immediately missing the feeling of oneness with him.

She watched as he turned to sit and clean himself up. Reaching out, she rubbed his back, tracing over some of the old battle scars. His history. Their history. She sat up on her knees and hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. "So, here we have this fabulous news to tell our friends and family, and they're scattering across the globe as we speak."

Giles pulled her left hand from his chest and held it out before them, "I'm sure they're expecting it at some point. I wanted to do this when we were in England... to give you my mother's ring... it's been in the family for several generations." Sighing in resignation, he continued, "But the timing just seemed right. I am sorry."

"Hey, are you apologizing for asking me to marry you?" She teased, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Because the ring thing... not as important as the fiancé thing. And being able to go from proposal to making with the naughty smoochies in nothing flat? A big plus! In ten years, when you ask me to renew our vows, you can do it properly... flowers, dinner, dancing, candles, jewelry..."

He grinned at her logic and turned towards her, "Well, it won't do to leave that finger naked. Why don't we go and pick out a ring so that you can have one in the meantime?"

"Giles, we are leaving for home in two days. I can wait..."

"Ah, but I won't be able to retrieve it for a while since we have plans and I want the world to know you are mine, my love."

"We have plans?"

"Of course! All work and no play makes Buffy a very... cranky... Slayer." He punctuated each of the last three words with a deep kiss.

"True. Can we add a side trip to Vegas? Maybe see Elvis about getting married?"

"Our wedding is not going to be officiated by an Elvis impersonator. Sorry, but I must put my foot down."

"You're no fun." Buffy stated with a mock pout, crossing her arms.

"Aren't I?" Giles asked smugly, lightly trailing his fingers up her sides as she trembled under his touch.

"Ok, you are a lot of fun, especially in bed." The Slayer amended good-naturedly as she tackled him down into the mess of sheets and pillows and tickled his ribs, watching him collapse in a fit of laughter. Letting him go, she asked, "So what do you recommend? One of those English weddings in a cute little stone church? The reception held on an estate with a big white tent, ascots, morning coats, women with big hats, and lots of people we don't know, but somehow you are related to? Like something out of 'Four Weddings and a Funeral'?"

Giles ducked his head and was quiet. Buffy's eyes went huge with surprise. "Oh. My. God. You're serious?"

If he had been wearing pants, the naked Brit would have shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest.

"No, if I don't get Elvis, you don't get the fancy estate wedding where I'll have to play Six Degrees of Rupert Giles in the receiving line just to try to figure out who everyone is."

"Buffy, you don't even like Elvis."

"Not the point."

"Alright. What is the point?" Giles asked, nudging her.

Taking a few seconds to gather her thoughts, his frustrated fiancée ran her hands through her hair and turned to him, "God, I am going to sound like such a spoiled brat! I love you beyond distraction. I'm ready to marry you when we leave here in two days... head to Sin City, say the vows, and then leave for England as husband and wife. I guess I don't see a reason to wait. I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life! And you want to plan this great to-do in the land of tea and scones full of pomp and circumstance. Hell, I am willing to forego having the people we love surround us as we say our vows and what you want involves a whole bunch of strangers! A-and a wedding like that takes... what? The better part of a year to plan?"

Giles drew himself up and put a hand to her cheek, his eyes reflecting the patience she had known throughout their entire association. "I'd prefer not to wait, either. Do you have any idea how eager I am to be joined with you? We're bonded at a mystical level, Buffy, and every part of my being cries out to be bonded with you spiritually as well. I can't begin to tell you how much I want to start a family. The very thought of it makes me giddy and there was a huge part of me a few minutes ago that wanted to say 'to hell with it' and throw caution to the wind."

"But..."

He sighed, "But... I can't deny my heritage. There are certain expectations, certain ways things are done. My family has held a position of influence in the Council for hundreds of years and I am the last Giles. My father and sister are gone. On top of that, we are the heads of Council."

"You threw out the Slayer handbook, remember? Why do we have to do anything just because it's expected of us? We never have. According to the Watcher and Slayer handbooks are we even allowed to be together beyond our sacred duty?"

"Technically no, but that's only a rule that was instilled in the last fifty years. Before that, it was quite common for any number of reasons."

"You look like you really want to polish your glasses." Buffy observed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Old habits, I suppose." He muttered, trying to find something constructive to do with his hands.

She reached over and took one of them in hers, providing the support they both needed. "Giles, I get waiting on having kids and believe me, I want to get started too. You're going to be the best father ever. I know how you are with Dawn, you treat her like your own. Don't think I haven't noticed how hard it's been on you the last couple days with Dad back in the picture. But we need to go on our vacation, take the time to get to know each other as a couple, and get the immediate Council business taken care of before we bring a baby into the mix. In the end, I want us to decide when the time is right..." She reasoned.

He pulled her into a hug and rested his cheek on top of her head. "And if we have a grand traditional wedding, we're talking about waiting close to a year or even longer to start trying."

"Not everyone is lucky enough to hit the jackpot on their first try." Buffy stated, shifting to look at him.

"Well, we'll just have to practice a lot." He grinned salaciously, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"Count on it." Buffy agreed as she wound her arms around his neck, placing a feather-light kiss on his Adam's apple.

"I don't want to wait, Buffy, but I don't want to get married in Las Vegas without our friends and family either. It seems so antiseptic and positively unromantic. I want to see you emerge from the great wooden doors of my family's parish church taking my breath away in a beautiful gown, and I want Xander, Willow, and Dawn there to share in our moment. It doesn't have to be a big to-do."

"So... maybe a small wedding when we're all together again, and later we can have a huge fancy wedding reception. Do the ascot and big hat thing, meet all those people we don't know, and party into the wee hours. Sound good to you?"

"Perfect." Her fiancé responded, knowing he had won a minor victory. With a shy smile he suggested, "Now, I think we should get cleaned up and dressed so we can take care of the paperwork for your father and Dawn, do a little jewelry shopping, and maybe have a nice dinner out to celebrate our engagement. What do you think?"

"Hmm, I had other ideas, but you said jewelry shopping." The Slayer teased, gliding her hand down his bare thigh and getting up from the bed.

"Saucy wench!" Giles called out with mock indignation.

Buffy just laughed.