Double Date
Chapter 9: Beer good
A/N: Hey everyone! After over 10 years, I'm back to turn up the heat in this fic. I hope there are still some Buffy/Giles readers out there. Enjoy it!
Buffy stormed out of the bathroom, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding from the intensity of the moment she had just shared with Giles. She tried to compose herself as she entered the living room, where the others were still engrossed in the movie, oblivious to the sizzling exchange that had just transpired.
She considered leaving to avoid facing Giles again. However, she knew bailing on the evening halfway through would raise questions from her friends, and she wasn't ready for explanations. Besides, she didn't want to reveal to Giles just how much he had affected her.
Determined to shake off the turmoil, Buffy headed to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. She twisted off the cap and took a long, satisfying gulp, hoping the cold liquid would calm her nerves. She walked back to the living room and plopped down on her seat.
Giles appeared a few minutes later, his face a mask of calm. He glanced briefly at Buffy, half-expecting her to be gone, but feeling a silent relief and admiration for her maturity in staying. He then surveyed the seating arrangements. Willow and Oz remained snuggled up on the bean bag, Xander and Anya had sprawled out on the three-seat couch, leaving Giles with no choice but to sit next to Buffy on the two-seat one.
Reluctantly, Giles made his way over and sat down beside her. Buffy took another swig of her beer, ignoring his presence, her eyes focused on the TV but not truly seeing it. Her grip on the bottle was tight, and her posture rigid. The unease between them was palpable, and even in the dim light of the living room, the charged atmosphere was evident.
Buffy took another long drink from the bottle, her movements deliberate and defiant. Giles watched her out of the corner of his eye as she finished the bottle with alarming speed and immediately grabbed a second one she had placed on the coffee table earlier. She twisted off the cap and took another gulp, which only increased Giles' concern. Just as she was about to take another sip, he reached for the bottle, gently but firmly pulling it from her grasp.
Buffy glared at him, but Giles remained steadfast. He took a deliberate sip from the bottle, his eyes never leaving hers, silently communicating his disapproval of her rapid drinking. Buffy's defiant glare wavered, her arms crossing tightly over her chest as frustration and a hint of barely perceptible vulnerability flickered in her eyes. The intense friction between them sizzled, both knowing this confrontation went beyond the alcohol.
The movie continued to play in the background, the sounds of shots and explosions, revving engines, and squealing tyres flooding the room with tumultuous noise. The gang was spellbound, their eyes glued to the screen, completely unaware of the wordless battle unfolding just a few feet away.
Buffy shifted forward and reached for the bottle again, her hand brushing against Giles' in the process. The brief contact sent a jolt through both of them, but Giles held onto the bottle, taking another sip to keep it out of her reach.
Buffy leaned back, her eyes narrowing as she watched Giles drink from her bottle. He took another mouthful.
The alcohol, not his first of the night, began to tickle his brain, softening his resolve and dulling his worries. He marvelled at how their bond had evolved into deeply intoxicating physical intimacy. A month ago, this scenario would have been unimaginable. Thoughts of her deftly controlling him while kneeling before him moments earlier filled his mind, a small smile began to form at the corners of his mouth.
Noticing the strain in her posture, he held the bottle out to her, his gaze conveying a supportive and understanding invitation.
Buffy accepted it, his fingers unconsciously lingering on hers for a moment. He noticed her shoulders relax slightly as she took a sip, then another, the beer washing away some of her frustration but leaving the tension between them unresolved.
They continued to pass the bottle back and forth, each sip was an acknowledgment of their shared struggle and unspoken feelings. When the bottle was nearly empty, Buffy got up and headed to the kitchen. Giles watched her go, his gaze trailing after her with a slow once-over that lasted considerably long. The sight of her skirt brushing against her thighs hypnotised him.
A moment later, Buffy returned with two more beers. She handed one to Giles, their fingers brushing briefly, and twisted the cap off her own bottle. Giles sighed inwardly but accepted the beer, knowing it was better to keep her near, where he could keep an eye on her and monitor her drinking.
Giles quickened his pace with his beer, the alcohol beginning to erode his usual restraint. He was aware of his own state, but he knew Buffy was far more susceptible to its effects. He finished half of it in a few swift gulps, then glanced over to see her taking small sips of her own. Without a word, he reached over and took her bottle from her, taking a long drink.
She watched him with a mixture of amusement and irritation, but she didn't stop him. She knew she had little tolerance to alcohol, and she could already feel its effects creeping in, making her lightheaded and unsteady. Giles handed the bottle back to her, and she took a sip before he took it from her again, drinking deeply.
Giles drained his own bottle and quickly most of hers, feeling the alcohol's warm embrace spread through his body. He stretched his legs out in front of him and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. Buffy retrieved a single third bottle for him, handing it to Giles with a challenging look. Straightening up from his relaxed position, he accepted it, twisting off the cap and taking a healthy swig, his eyes trained on hers. Buffy followed suit, taking a sip from her own bottle. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension and growing desire, telegraphed by their lingering eyes.
As they began sharing his third bottle, Giles felt his inhibitions slipping away. He shifted closer to Buffy on the couch, his thigh pressing against hers. Buffy glanced at him, her eyes widening slightly, but she didn't move away.
With liberating newfound boldness, Giles let his hand rest on her knee, his fingers lightly grazing her skin. The touch sent a shiver through her, a telltale flush creeping up her neck. Her pulse quickened as she glanced nervously at the others, but they remained engrossed in the movie's electrifying scenes. Buffy's breath hitched, the pent-up tension between them intensifying, her senses heightened by the forbidden nature of the act.
She placed her hand over Giles', her touch both a reassurance and a warning. He squeezed her knee gently, his relaxed eyes searching hers for any sign of reluctance. When she didn't pull away, he slid his hand a bit higher, his fingers teasing the edge of her skirt.
Buffy's breath quickened. His touch felt so good, making her lightheaded in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. Yet, the presence of their friends in the room added a layer of anxiety to the moment. She leaned closer to Giles, her lips brushing his ear. "Not here," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Giles nodded, his own breath unsteady. But the temptation outweighed his discipline. He leaned in, his lips grazing her neck, just below her ear. Buffy bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her hand gripping his tighter.
His touches grew more audacious, unchecked by his usual self-control. Giles placed a silent wet kiss on her neck as his hand crept higher, slipping under Buffy's skirt to caress her thigh. She squirmed, trying to keep her composure as her desire for him got the best of her.
With a trembling hand, Buffy reached for the quilt draped over the couch's arm, pulling it onto her lap to discreetly cover his arm and her legs. She felt Giles' loose smile broaden near her ear, a shared thrill passing between them. Luckily, neither Oz and Willow on the bean bag nor Anya and Xander on the couch had a clear view. The others would have to turn their bodies, maybe even crane their necks, to catch them in the act—a gamble they were both willing to take, though silently praying they wouldn't have to.
Oh, God! There was his hand again, climbing further and gliding to the inside of her thigh. Her legs parted involuntarily, inviting him in.
With gentle ease, Giles hoisted her leg over his knee, angling her better to him as his hand inched higher. The sensitivity of that spot made Buffy let out a barely audible moan, a sound laced with arousal.
Vaguely aware of his surroundings, Giles immediately registered when Oz stirred and stretched on the bean bag like a lazy cat, perhaps promptly aware of Buffy's state. The young man lifted his head and rolled his neck from side to side. Giles' breath caught, and he halted his movements. 'Damn werewolf senses,' the Watcher mused hazily. Willow also shifted, pulling Oz back down and snuggling into his embrace. Narrowing his eyes, Giles tracked Oz's movements as he relaxed and pulled Willow into a sudden, hungry kiss.
With a smirk, Giles' free hand nonchalantly reached for his beer, running the cold bottle along his neck to cool his flushed skin. Buffy watched his actions with glazed, lust-filled eyes. Returning his attention to her, their gaze locked and he sensually slid the cool side of the bottle up the length of her arm, leaving a narrow path of condensation and watching her skin respond with goosebumps. His eyes shifted to her lips as he angled the bottle to offer her searching mouth a refreshing sip. As she did, a few droplets escaped, trickling down her lips. Lord, every fibre of his being craved to kiss her deeply then and there, to claim her in front of their oblivious friends. Still holding the bottle, he gently brushed the spilled beer from her skin with the back of his fingers, then took a slow drink himself. He returned the bottle to the coffee table, and when he leaned back on the couch, his probing hand casually crept higher, coming into contact with her underwear.
He clenched his jaw in ecstasy as his face pretended to focus on the TV ahead. In reality, he took extreme pleasure in catching, out of the corner of his eye, the silent gasp she mouthed, her head tipping back slightly. Her profile was strikingly beautiful, the flickering blue light of the TV making the image surreal.
Giles swallowed hard and began moving his hand ever so slowly, surveying the cotton material, feeling her intimate curves and dampness. He had witnessed the sensuality of her lacy undergarments in their earlier encounters, but there was something to be said about the alluring innocence of the cotton layer he caressed now.
Giles surely knew what he was doing. Buffy marvelled how he could maintain such apparent composure; his British poise was nothing short of an Oscar-worthy performance. His hand touched her so intimately, with a maddening slow tempo and ease.
He caressed her with leisurely mastery, demonstrating perfect rhythm and gentle strength, his touch was radiating soothing warmth and unflinching confidence. It was absolutely flawless. Oh, the perks of being with an experienced man,' she mused absently.
He grazed her clit knowingly as he stole a glance at her face, her eyes closing and her lips parting in rapture. Buffy surrendered to the feeling, her hand gripping the quilt tightly. Giles registered as he became fully aroused for the second time that night, his free hand automatically reaching to adjust the bulge in his pants. He stifled a groan, displaying a full set of clenched teeth. His hand applied pressure on his hardness and he smiled broadly at the feeling it brought him.
Buffy was vaguely aware of his current state, his expert rhythmic hand rubbing her nub repeatedly was making any multitasking nearly impossible. The one easily manageable task was to get herself moist for him. And damn, he knew that as his deftly fingers edged her underwear to one side and probed her entrance; one finger sliding with ease into her. It was driving her out of her mind, Buffy longed to moan loudly and let her body respond in suitable manner but instead she was forced to contain her reaction to minimalist and silent movements which were obvious and intoxicating to Giles. That, combined with her tight clamping dampness over his finger was his undoing. Giles clenched his jaw and began a slow pumping motion. He no longer feigned interested in the TV. He watched her face and body meticulously adjusting his rhythm and angle to give her the pleasure she deserved. Her earlier blowjob had been spectacularly sublime. He was surely going to get himself off on that image for days to come. Buffy couldn't help but rock her hips, meeting his enticing slow thrusts, her hands trembling slightly. His thumb found her clit as his movement picked up speed, causing her teeth to clamp down on her lower lip.
She could never replicate such delicious sensation herself, even in the privacy of her own bedroom. The layered combination of her Watcher's experienced touch, the pulsing lights, deafening sound effects, the alcohol, and the constant fear of being caught heightened the thrill of their act.
Buffy came with a long sensuous pelvic thrust, meeting his cupping hand as his intrusive finger massaged that sweet spot inside her channel. Her mouth was agape, her eyes half-lidded as she tried to focus on her trusted Watcher, riding her pleasure in a lazy, hazy wave. Giles smiled, committing that image to his mildly foggy mind.
He cupped her face briefly with his free hand as Buffy relaxed, easing herself back with a sated grin. Giles slowly withdrew his hand, mechanically bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. His tongue absently flicked out to taste the tip of his wet finger.
Buffy giggled, snapping him out of his trance. He glanced back at her and shook his head with a smile of his own. Gently disentangling their legs, he leaned forward to retrieve their beer. He checked its level against the light of the TV, narrowing his eyes to focus on the bottle. Taking a tiny sip to wet his mouth, he handed it to her with a handsome wink; it was nearly empty. He stood and stretched his legs before disappearing into the kitchen. This time, he returned with two bottles of water. Opening both, he replaced the beer bottle she still held with one filled with the refreshing, sobering liquid. She smiled in relief and thanked him. They both gulped down their drinks.
Giles leaned back on the couch, playfully nudging his shoulder against hers as he looked at the TV. "Wonderful film, isn't it?" he whispered, before discreetly caressing one of her fingers with his. They looked at each other and exchanged a relaxed smile.
The movie ended, and Xander stretched and yawned, breaking the spell. "Well, that was fun. Anyone up for another one?"
Buffy shook her head, promptly standing up. She swayed slightly, and Giles discreetly provided support without the others noticing. She gave him a grateful yet impish glance, their eyes exchanging a brief moment of amused complicity.
"I think I'm done for the night," she said to the others, her voice steady despite the alcohol.
Giles nodded, his own movements careful. "I believe I'll retire as well."
Taking in the lineup of empty beer bottles by their feet, Xander and Anya exchanged curious glances but said nothing.
As Buffy and Giles made their way to the door, Willow bounced up from the bean bag, her usual energy unabated. "Buffy, we will walk you home. We can talk about the movie and the new spell I found!"
Before Buffy could respond, Oz intervened with a small smile. "Actually, Will, I need to check something with Xander about...werewolf stuff. You know, the usual full moon preparation and all that."
Xander raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "Uh, we do?"
Oz nodded emphatically. "Absolutely. Very important werewolf business."
Willow pouted for a moment, then shrugged cheerfully. "Alright, but don't let me forget to tell you all about it later, Buffy!"
"Will do, Will," Buffy replied with a smile.
Giles suspected that Oz was offering him and Buffy some space, though he wasn't quite certain how much the insightful young man had caught on. Giles gave him a slight, measured nod.
Buffy turned to the others with a small wave. "Goodnight, guys," she said, her voice warm and relaxed.
Willow gave a cheerful smile as she sank back into the bean bag. "Night, Buffy!"
Anya gave them a sleepy wink, followed by a barely concealed yawn.
Xander offered a lazy wave from the couch. "Take care, Buffster. And you too, G-man."
"Goodnight, Xander," Giles replied with a wry smile.
As they headed for the door, Buffy leaned in closer, her steps slightly unsteady. Her voice dropped to a playful whisper, "The whole 'G-man' thing… after tonight? I totally get it."
Giles paused for a fraction of a second, his eyebrows lifting as he processed her words through the haze of alcohol. Then, a knowing smile formed. "Glad I could finally do it justice."
Buffy chuckled, their eyes meeting in a shared, mischievous acknowledgment of the playful tension between them.
Ever the gentleman, Giles reached out to open the door for her. She stepped out into the refreshing night air, a welcome contrast to the warmth that still lingered between them. Giles followed closely behind, both of them wearing relaxed smiles that attested to how the tension that had marked the start of the Movie night had melted away.
They'd certainly recommend Swordfish to anyone.
End of part 9
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