WDWG - Chapter 19: Resurrection

Dressed and ready to head out for their afternoon together, Buffy grabbed her fiancé's arm before he reached the door to the common room. "Are you sure you are okay with this, Giles? Because we can always call the lawyer, dissolve the guardianship, and have a new power of attorney drawn up. I mean you did just have this sprung on you."

Seeing she wasn't going to let go of the line of questioning, Giles led his lover over to the couch and motioned for her to sit down. Hitching the legs of his black slacks, he took a seat next to her and pulled off his glasses. "Buffy, it's more than okay. I was just taken by surprise, that's all. Had I seen your letter, I still would have signed the papers without another thought. Did you know that Dawn has given me a Father's Day present every year since your father disappeared from your lives?" Looking around the room he muttered, "Those bloody monks did a fine job..." before directing his attention back to her, "The first time I thought she was just re-gifting something she had gotten for Hank, but it wasn't the case. She'd actually bought me some loose leaf teas." He retrieved his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of floral stationary and handed it to her. "She gave me this a couple of years ago."

Buffy unfolded it and took a minute to read the contents.

Dear Giles,

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

Why can't my dad

Be more like you?

Thanks for always being there.

Love,

Dawn

Father's Day 2001

"Wow, that was after..."

"Yes." He interrupted.

"And yet... you left her." Buffy pointed out, confusion settling over her face.

"It wasn't easy, love, but she supported my decision to leave, you know. Your sister recognized that I needed... a change of scenery."

"How could you have been so ready to sacrifice her to Glory, Giles, if you felt so strongly about her? I don't understand."

Giles turned to face her, the muscles in his jaw tightening and relaxing as he thought about how best to respond. Reliving her death was something he rarely did except in his nightmares. Finally he furrowed his brow and gave it his best shot. "Even before I fell in love with you, Buffy, I loved you more than anything else in this world, and I sent you out night after night with the possibility of never returning. It wasn't fair, but it's what we had to do. With Dawn, I just didn't see any other way... and you... did." Agitated, he ran his hand through his hair and stood up, "If we don't hurry, we'll miss the Notary Public."

She knew he had ended the discussion not just by the change of subject, but by his body language as well. He had closed himself off, pocketed his glasses in his sport coat, and walked over to the desk to retrieve the paperwork from the lawyer. Coming up behind him, she put a warm hand on his back, "I'm sorry. I know it wasn't easy for you... any of it."

Giles lowered his head, lifted his closed fist to his mouth, and squeezed his eyes shut, willing the impending tears to subside. It was exactly what he needed, acknowledgment from her that her death - and everything that had followed it - had been extraordinarily hard on him as well. Acknowledgement that a part of him had died along with her that day and hadn't been resurrected until that very moment. For so long, it had been all about her pain and the unfairness of it all. Now it was her touch and her apology that lifted the pain and healed the open gash in his heart, left behind from that terrible time. He felt her arms encircle his trim waist and she pressed her body up against his, placing a kiss on his back between his shoulder blades. Letting out a shaky sigh, the Englishman stifled the sob that threatened to escape and straightened himself up to full height. He took hold of her small hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss upon her knuckles before turning to her and plainly stating, "Thank you."

Gazing into his watery eyes and unable to read everything contained within them, Buffy placed a hand behind his neck and drew his head down. She kissed him softly, intending to take away his pain, but instead tasted the forgiveness she hadn't known she needed.

Giles threaded his hands through her hair, desperately taking control, parting her lips with his tongue, seeking sanctuary from the intense emotions that had built up within him. Sensing his extraordinary need, Buffy grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to her, feeling his rampant erection press hard against her belly. She swallowed his groan as he ground his hips against her, the evidence of her own desire pooling between her legs as she moved her hands up his chest and over his shoulders to help him shed his jacket.

Once free he dragged his hands up her thighs and underneath her skirt, placing them on her hips, their tongues dueling for dominance as they stumbled together intending to find the fastest way to the bedroom. She heard something rip as her back hit a wall, and suddenly Giles' fingers were probing her wet pussy, stroking her swollen clit. A sensual whimper escaped her throat as his digits entered her and she bucked against his hand. Reaching out she unbuckled his belt and swiftly made short work of the button and the zipper on his trousers, running her palm slowly up and down the straining bulge in his shorts.

Moaning at the sensation, he broke the kiss and nuzzled his forehead against the crook of her neck panting for breath. With a growl the emotionally charged Brit lifted his head and caught her desire laden eyes as he withdrew his slender fingers from within her, brought them to his mouth, and seductively licked them clean of her juices. Satisfied he'd gotten every last drop, he leaned in and took her mouth allowing her to taste her essence on his tongue.

Inspired by the intimacy, Buffy pulled his slacks and shorts down, freed his throbbing cock from its confines and stroked the length of him, spreading pre cum from the slit down his hot shaft with her thumb. Running his hands down to cup her pert little ass, Giles lifted her up and pressed her harder against the wall as she locked her hands around his neck and wrapped her legs around him. With an impatient grunt he entered her in one stroke, burying himself deep within her.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Buffy?" He ground out, enveloped by her heat and holding her completely still, his tone intense with yearning. "I need to fuck you."

"Yes!" She hissed with equal passion as she started to grind against him.

Taking his cue, he rested his head against her shoulder and drove into her hard and fast, feeling her tight channel grab and release his cock in time to his thrusts.

"God, you are so deep." She murmured, gasping for breath. "Feels unbelievable."

He growled in response and raised his head, his lips crashing down on hers once again. Unable to maintain the kiss for long, he pulled back, shifted his hips and changed pace. "Oh God!" Giles groaned as he straightened up.

Feeling every muscle in her body tighten as if on a coil, Buffy cried out, "I'm gonna come!"

"Let go, love, I want to feel you!" He encouraged, sucking at the tender juncture between her neck and collarbone.

At his coaxing the Slayer let go, screaming incoherently. Her Watcher continued to pump into her until he felt her body start shuddering anew, releasing her second orgasm. "Jesus, Giles!" She screamed, her inner walls clamping down on his pulsating shaft, triggering his release.

Spilling his seed deep within her, he cried out, "Oh fuck! Buffy! God... yes!" The spent Watcher kissed her cheek and down her neck, unable to get enough of her. As awareness hit, he realized that he was in very real danger of having his legs give out and scouted their surroundings as his lover clung to him utterly exhausted. They weren't far from the bedroom, and, carefully stepping out of his pants, Giles carried her over to the bed and laid her down, withdrawing his softening cock before collapsing next to her.

Facing each other, Buffy snuggled into her Watcher, smiling contentedly as he traced his index finger lovingly down her cheek. She nodded, understanding his meaning and closed her eyes, allowing sleep to overtake her. Giles struggled to keep his senses until he heard her breathing even out before allowing himself to drift off, his left arm draped protectively over the love of his life.

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Several hours later, Buffy woke comfortably entangled in her future husband's long arms and legs. Judging by the low light in the room, she estimated it to be early evening, and careful not to wake the sleeping Englishman she extricated herself from his embrace and headed to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she came back to the bedroom, she sat down in the chair next to the bed, knee tucked up under her chin, and watched her Watcher sleep.

His breathing was easy and deep and his usually guarded face was open and free of tension. The lines he had acquired over the years worrying about her had smoothed out, leaving behind an expression of innocence she had never seen before, and she saw echoes of the spirited young boy he once was. His hair had been sweaty from exertion and had now dried in an adorably unruly mess and curled around his ears and the collar of his shirt. She smiled to herself. He was partially covered by the duvet with his bent knee sticking out from beneath it. Remaining still, Buffy studied his beautiful features and tried not to contemplate the repercussions of their frenzied encounter up against the wall.

Giles shifted in his sleep and reached out with his left arm looking for her. His Slayer took that as her cue to vacate her seat and crawl back into bed, but she was too late, his subconscious had already registered that she wasn't near and he sat up quickly, searching the room for her.

"I'm here," she whispered as she sat down on the bed beside him, lovingly running her hand through his tousled hair and kissing his forehead. "Sorry, I had to use the bathroom."

The sleep addled man rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes for a moment, "S'ok," he muttered. "Time?"

Looking over at the clock, the young woman replied, "Seven thirty in the evening. Are you alright, Giles? You're kinda monosyllabic. Hmm, I'm channeling your big words..."

"Waking up," the groggy man responded through a yawn.

Buffy let out a little chuckle and mussed his hair, "You're too damn cute all rumpled and sleepy."

He pulled her to him and shifted his body so he could lean back against the headboard, "Seems we've bungled our plans for the afternoon."

Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, she let out a contented sigh, "I like this better."

"As do I, but I was hoping to wine and dine you. Show off my incredibly gorgeous fiancée to the world. We haven't even been on a proper date yet."

"We're sort of doing things backwards: big declarations of love, shacking up, hot monkey sex, engagement..." She paused a second debating whether to address the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room before adding, "trying to make babies..."

"Hmm? I thought we decided to wait until after..." And then realization hit him. He'd taken her against the wall. No barriers. No thoughts of consequences. No thoughts at all really, just an incredible need to feel her, be one with her... to be alive with her.

Honestly, Giles couldn't think of any consequences. Before, a pregnant Slayer would most likely end up dead, or if not, her family could prove to be a liability. Now Buffy was retired and the very idea of her carrying his child made his insides do funny things.

His silence unnerved her. Maybe she should have ignored the situation entirely and let him bring it up when he was ready to deal with it. The odds were that nothing was going to come from their lapse in judgment, but Buffy wasn't really a gambler, too much had happened against the odds on the Hellmouth.

"Perhaps we should start thinking about how we want to decorate the nursery." The Watcher said gently, caressing her cheek with the backs of his fingers and kissing the top of her head, "We could ask Dawn to paint a mural, her artistic skills are coming along nicely. Xander could design and build a crib..."

"Giles, there's probably nothing to worry about..." Buffy interrupted, looking up at him.

"I'm not worried, love. Either we've 'hit the jackpot' as you so wonderfully put it earlier, or we haven't."

The blonde sat up and looked at him, "You're not bothered by this?"

Chuckling, the Englishman bent down to kiss his bride-to-be. "No, I'm not bothered by it at all. Apart from you becoming my wife, nothing could please me more."

"I thought we wanted to wait." The Slayer mentioned, her voice tinged with confusion.

"Neither of us wants to wait, Buffy, we just agreed it would be a good idea. I am sure there are a thousand reasons why we should hold off on having children, but suddenly I can't remember any of them."

"You surprise me, Giles. Just a few hours ago you were talking about traditions and how things should be done, and now you want to knock me up before getting married?"

"You make it sound so romantic." He muttered snarkily, folding his arms across his chest.

"I mean, you're usually more... traditional when it comes to stuff like this. Are you sure you don't want to go to Vegas?" She asked, countering his glare with a teasing grin, "So that would be a no, then."

"We'll be married long before any baby is born, whether conceived by my, uh, oversight this afternoon or at some future time, but if it would make you more comfortable, I'd be willing to stay here in California a few days longer and get married at the courthouse in front of the Justice of the Peace. I utterly refuse, however, to be married in Las Vegas."

The Slayer settled herself back onto her lover's chest, "Nah, I'm really likin' the idea of getting married in your church surrounded by the Scoobies, and I'm anxious to go home and get settled... start our 'holiday'..." She emphasized the last word with her mock English accent.

"Ha ha. At least you're trying. Came out more Australian, though." The Brit critiqued, lightly poking her nose.

"Hmm... Oh well, I'll just have to practice more." Changing the subject and tightening her embrace around him, Buffy continued, "I'm starving and we missed lunch. Slayer metabolism and... you gave me quite the workout. Twice."

"I would think with your Slayer stamina, you wouldn't be so worn out." Giles teased.

"Well, it's been a pretty emotional day too. I'm brain tired. That usually wipes me out more than physical exertion. Would you be too disappointed if we stayed in tonight and ordered room service?"

"Not at all. Unfortunately, the menu is in the desk drawer."

'Ugh, that means one of us has to get up." Buffy complained.

"You're dressed." Giles pointed out casually.

"You're mostly dressed..."

He glared at her.

"Damn, and here I was hoping to watch your cute butt cross the room." She grinned lasciviously as he pointed towards the door. "Alright, I'm going, but only because I love you."