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Author: Venus Blue
Written: 2002
Summary: Giles is back. Buffy has a lot of questions. (Follow up to "Worn and Faded")
Rating: NC-17 (Yes, you read that right)
Pairing: Oh, come on! :)
Distribution: Eventually it will end up at my site, The Bunny Warren, but for now it will probably only end up at FF.net. If you'd like my insane ramblings, please ask, and let me know where it will be going off to, so I can send cookies.
Dedication: This is for Ally, my darling ASH Bunny. Happy Birthday, dearest. Hope I can get this to you on the date of your birthday, stupid computer non-withstanding.
Spoilers: None, really. If you've seen up to Hell's Belles, I think you're safe.
Author's Note: This was not supposed to be this long. Apparently Buffy and Giles have possessed my muse and decided to take over. I tried to take a break, and "Every Breath You Take" came on the radio. My goodness, the pressure! I do not have a beta, nor the patience for a beta (I write my stories all last-minute and want to get them out as quickly as possible, because I'm impatient), so if there are mistakes, mis apologies.
Disclaimer: Yes, Joss, you are god of all, I am but an insignificant piece of lint on your sweater, who can only hope that one day you will let the fans take over and play with the characters the way we want. In other words, Joss, Marti, and the entire Mutant Enemy crew are completely responsible for all characters and sets used in this story. Only the plot bunny belongs to me.

"Dawn, we are not having this discussion again. I said no."

"You did it when you were my age!"

"That was different!"

"You always SAY that!"

"Dawn, I-"

The argument was cut short by a knock at the Summers' front door. Sighing deeply, Buffy turned from her sister and walked to the door.

"You're not dying your hair, Dawn. Period."

"But-"

"End of discussion."

Ignoring the mumbled comments that came from her sister's direction, Buffy glanced through the window and froze.

Slowly opening the door, she gaped in shock at the person standing at her doorstep.

"Hello, Buffy," Giles said with a weak smile.


*********************


Dawn had left for Janice's house. Willow had gone out with Tara. After the hugs and tears, all that was left was Buffy and Giles. They sat quietly in her kitchen, sipping tea.

They made small talk, but there were questions nagging at the back of Buffy's mind that she was afraid to ask.

Then came the part Giles had been dreading. The long awkward pauses. He and Buffy had never suffered from those, and on the plane ride over, Giles had feared that the large gap of time since they'd last seen each other would bring them on.

"Buffy-"

Her head popped up hopefully, but Giles couldn't find the words to finish his sentence.

"This is very good tea."

"Giles, why haven't you called? Or written?"

Taken aback, he only stared at her.

"You promised," she said, her voice growing more desperate. "You told us when you left that you would call. That you would keep in touch. And nothing. You didn't call for Xander and Anya's wedding, you didn't-"

"Didn't Willow tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Buffy, I supplied the flowers for their wedding. Seems rather a moot point now, after-"

"N-no. No, she didn't tell me that."

Another awkward silence.

"What else? What else is bothering you?"

"Giles...it was the first birthday in five years without you."

Breathing deeply, Giles stared into his mug.

"I know it's...petty. And it may not seem important to you, but...Giles, you mean so much to me, and not having you there for my birthday hurt more than you'll ever know. Not a card, or a call...I waited. Even amidst all the...craziness that was my 21st birthday, I kept hoping the phone would ring."

"Oh, Buffy...I didn't mean to not call you, but things were going on, and-"

"No, I know. You have a brand new life now. One that I'm not a part of. And I have to deal with that, and move on. It's just-"

"You will always be a part of my life. Buffy, it doesn't matter how far away I am, I never stop thinking about you. But on your birthday...well, it's complicated."

"How complicated? Giles, ever since...ever since we..."

Her words faltered, and it was her turn to stare into her mug. Giles glanced up, wishing for her to continue. They'd never had the chance to discuss what had happened before he left for England, and he wanted desperately to see if there was a chance...any chance that she might still have those feelings.

Rising from the table, Buffy walked to the kitchen window, staring out at some distant point. In a voice that was barely more than a whisper, she said, "I've been sleeping with Spike."

For a moment, Giles was speechless. He had no idea what to say. It was obvious this revelation had been terribly difficult for her, and he didn't want to scare her by scolding her for it.

"And?" he said, his voice strained.

"Not anymore. I told him it was over. I was only using him, you know. I never loved him. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I just needed to feel something. Anything."

She turned from the window then, and Giles gasped as a ray of sunlight reflected off her now much shorter hair. She looked like an angel.

His beautiful angel.

"I wanted to feel what I felt with you. The day you left."

Rising from his chair, he walked to her and enveloped her in his arms. It wasn't anything more than a comforting embrace, but he felt Buffy's arms clasp urgently around him, hugging him as tightly as she could without hurting him.

"Oh, Buffy," he sighed, burying his face in her soft hair as she cried quietly into his shirt.

Raising her face with his hand, he looked into her eyes and said, "You know I would never judge you, right?"

Her face crumpled, and fresh tears appeared in her eyes. "I know," she whispered.

Lowering his head, he gently touched his lips to hers, caressing her cheek with his hand. She raised one hand to lay it over his, and deepened the kiss, pulling him tightly to her. The tears didn't stop.

When they both finally pulled apart for air, they were both flushed, their lips red and kiss-swollen. Giles smiled sheepishly and said, "Perhaps I should go to a hotel for the night."

"No!" she said with emphasis. "I mean, it's nothing for you to stay here, Giles, you know that."

"I think we both know what will happen if I stay here, Buffy, and I don't want to take advantage of you. You appear to be in a quite extreme state."

"Then we won't let anything happen," she pleaded. "Please. Just stay with me?"

Sighing, he rested his forehead against hers. He couldn’t deny her anything.

"Yes."


*********************


Willow came home around 9 that evening. Giles and Buffy sat on the couch, talking.

"Hey, Buffy. Hey, Giles."

"Hey, Willow," Buffy called. "Are you hungry? We have pizza."

"Giles? You ate pizza?"

"Yes, marvel at the thought."

"Amazing," she said, helping herself to a slice. "I'll take this up to my room. I'm beat."

"How'd things go with Tara?"

"It was wonderful. We had coffee, and went to see a movie, then just sat and talked. It was just like before. Only...not."

Smiling, Buffy nodded.

"Goodnight, Will."

"Night, Buffy. Night, Giles. See you in the morning."

And with that she headed up for her room. Giles watched her go, and then turned to Buffy.

"She's really quite remarkable. She's come a long way."

"And she's still fighting. I'm so proud of her."

"Yes. You all seem to be doing well. Well, except for..."

"Xander," Buffy said, finishing his sentence.

"Yes. I can't understand what that boy was thinking."

"He got freaked. I just hope he and Anya can work it out. I know they're both hurting pretty badly."

"Yes, I imagine so. Leaving the one you love is...difficult, to say the least."

Smiling at him, she rested her head on his shoulder, her feet curled up beneath her.

"And being left is even worse. Even if they think they're leaving with noble intentions."

"I'm sure he was just afraid staying would hurt her more in the end."

"But don't you think she should have been involved? I think if there would be consequences, at least let her be around to face them, instead of just taking them away."

"Buffy?"

"Yes, Giles?"

"Are we talking about Xander and Anya anymore?"

"I wasn't."

"No, I didn't think we were."

Sliding an arm around her waist, he said, "You should get some rest."

"I should patrol first. Want to come?"

By nature, Giles did not have a naughty mind. He did not read innuendo into every sentence as though he were a flippant teenager. But the latter part of that sentence made him smirk, and he fought to hide it with a cough.

Looking up, Buffy wondered what he found so funny, then thought back to her sentence. Blushing bright red, she slapped him lightly on the arm and said, "Giles!"

"Sorry!"

"God! And here I thought you’d come back from England even stuffier then when we first met!"

"I believe this is the part where I get offended," he said, smirking and grabbing her sides, tickling her until she was on her back, shrieking and only partly fighting him off.

He ended up on top of her, with his face mere inches from her.

Smiling, she said, "This is like a scene from a really bad movie."

"Agreed. And on that note..."

"I’ll get the sheets to make up the couch."

Walking to the hall closet, Buffy grabbed the necessary bedclothes. Walking back into the living room, she said, "You know...I’m 21 years old."

"Yes, I am aware."

"It wouldn’t be improper for you to sleep in the same bed as me."

A frown took over his handsome features, and he said, "I think we both know that would be highly inappropriate."

"But the couch is so lumpy, and I’m sure my bed is-"

"Perfectly fine for you, perhaps. I’ll be staying on the couch."

Nodding a bit sadly, she proceeded to make up the couch. Giles lightly took one of her wrists in his hand, and pulled her gently to him.

"Buffy, I want you to understand something. I want nothing more than to spend the entire night with my arms wrapped around you. I’ve not thought of much else before going to sleep in the past few months. But I think we both need time to heal before we can rush into something we’re both entirely not prepared for."

Nodding solemnly, she said, "I know. You’re right. It’s just...you’re finally back in my life, and I want...I just don’t want you to leave again."

"I won’t make promises I can’t keep. But I will tell you this. At this moment, leaving Sunnydale is the furthest thought from my mind."

Smiling happily, Buffy stood on tiptoe to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Then I guess I’d better make your `bed´."


*********************


Giles did not make any promises to Buffy. But he also set up residence in the Summers´ home. He never complained about the lumpy couch, and once again integrated himself into the research portion of the Scooby Gang, something that everyone was desperately grateful for.

Anya’s reaction to seeing him back was, as usual, mixed, but when he assured her he had no desire to take the Magic Box from her, she welcomed him with open arms. She offered him the position of salesgirl at the store, which he tactfully declined.

Wayward glances and stolen kisses were all Buffy and Giles would allow themselves, and it was eating both of them up. Someone had passed the word on to Spike that the Watcher was back in town, and for weeks he avoided Buffy like holy water. But she knew it was too good to be true. One night, on a routine patrol, she met up with him.

"So, Papa Watcher’s back in town, eh?"

"Spike. Why are you here?" Buffy asked, nothing but coldness in her tone.

"Just wanted to see what my little Goldilocks is up to."

"DON´T call me that. I’m not your anything. And I’m patrolling, what does it look like I’m doing?"

"Ooh, nasty tone from such a lil´ girl. Now that you’ve got Mr. Crumpets back in town, you think you’re back in shape, I see. Doesn’t work that way."

"Well, whatever way it works, it doesn’t with you in the picture."

"Fancy talk."

"Which you’ve heard a hundred times, yet it hasn’t gotten through yet. Peroxide finally fried your brain?"

Running a hand through his hair, Spike growled at her, and lunged. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her to him until their noses touched.

"What, you’re too good for me now that ol´ Rupes is back in town? Bet he doesn’t even know what his golden girl’s been up to. What would he think if he knew? Bet it would shock him straight out of his tweed knickers. He wouldn’t-"

Suddenly Spike was jerked away from her, and thrown a good foot. Giles was on him in a heartbeat, pulling him up and slamming his fist into his face, then into his ribs. Spike doubled over on the ground, glaring up at his attacker.

"For the record," he said, slamming a foot into the vampire’s already bruised ribs, "I do know. And unlike you, I don’t believe I’ll judge Buffy for her every action. You, however..."

Grabbing a handful of hair, Giles dragged Spike to his feet and flung him against a mausoleum.

"Stay away from her. If I hear you’ve come so much as a foot towards her, you’ll live up to the name William the Bloody."

The indignant glare never left Spike’s face, but his eyes shone with fear. He knew the look on Giles´ face, and he wasn’t about to test him.

"You have done NOTHING but torment and manipulate her since this whole charade started. It ends now. She’s told you to stay away, yet you don’t seem to get the message. Let’s make this clear. You aren’t to touch her in any way. You’ve done enough damage."

Wiping the blood from his lip, Spike chuckled.

"You’re one to talk, Rupert. You left her. YOU hurt her. Someone had to pick up the-"

Again he was silenced. Only this time it wasn’t a fist. It was a knee. And not only did it silence him, it brought him to the ground, curled into a fetal position.

"You’ve done enough. No one’s going to hurt her again."

Leaving Spike where he lay, he gently took Buffy’s elbow and said, "Shall we continue with patrol?"

"I think I’m ready to go home."


*********************


That was the first night Giles slept in Buffy’s bed. Both were clothed in pajamas. Other than caresses and kisses, it was nothing more than cuddles. But it was the happiest both had been in a long while.

The next morning, Giles quietly left the bed and went into the hallway, where Willow was exiting her bedroom.

"Giles? What...oh...oh!"

"Willow, be quiet, Buffy’s still sleeping."

"You two...you...Buffy..."

"We did nothing more than sleep last night, Willow. Nothing more."

"But you want to."

Giles tried to look innocent, but Willow said, "Not all of us are as blind as Xander, Giles. We do notice these things."

"You mean...?"

"I mean Dawn, Tara and I know. No one else. And we’re happy! We keep rooting you guys on, and you’re fighting your cheerleaders!"

"Dawn’s alright with this?!"

"Well, she was a little creeped out at first, what with you being the `male role model´ and all that, but after she thought about it, she’s totally cool with it."

They headed downstairs, where Giles was still trying to process all this new information.

"Just go for it, Giles. We both know Buffy is ready for this. And she’s a big girl. You of all people should know better than to underestimate her."

Still saying nothing, Giles set about making breakfast for everyone. As he cracked eggs into a bowl, he said, "I’ve no idea how to go about this. I haven’t...it’s been a long time since I was in this position."

"I realize that, Giles. And we’ve come up with a plan."

"`We? ´" he said, not liking the sound of it.

"Yes. Tara, Dawn and I are going to the movies tonight. Then we’re going to have a slumber party at Tara’s. You and Buffy, all alone, big house...I’m sure you can think of something to keep you amused."

The egg Giles was cracking slid into the bowl, shattering at the bottom.


*************************


Buffy saw through Willow’s "plans" for the evening immediately. But she happily agreed to it. Then proceeded to bemoan what she would wear for the night.

Willow and Dawn sat on Buffy’s bed, giggling quietly to themselves as she went through her closet.

"I mean, it’s GILES. I can’t just walk in there in my cutest little short skirt with pumps and say, `Take me now! ´"

She hesitated a second, then turned to them.

"Can I?"

"Buffy, it’s Giles," Willow said, trying to soothe her. "You could wear ratty ol´ sweats, and he wouldn’t care."

"I know...but it’s GILES!" she whined. "I thought I got past this stage when I was 16."

"HEY! I resemble that remark!" Dawn said indignantly. Willow and Buffy snickered behind their hands, and Dawn cried, "What? What?"

"Buffy, you never get past this stage. It’s all a part of the fun watcher/slayer naughty relationship."

"Okay, no naughtiness in front of these virgin ears!" Dawn shrieked, running from the room.

Willow stood up and walked over to Buffy, hugging her tightly.

"I’m so happy for you. Really happy it’s finally happening. Now, I’m going to go get ready and see if I can de-traumatize Dawn. I’m sure whatever you pick will be fine."

Buffy groaned, and Willow smiled, leaving the room.


*********************


Willow had given Giles her room to get ready in, seeing as how it wouldn’t be exactly fitting for him to get dressed in the living room. After completely dissecting his suitcase, he decided on a pair of grey trousers and a grey pullover. Glancing in the mirror, he found he looked extremely dull.

Frowning, he started to change when he heard Willow call, "Bye, Buffy! Bye, Giles! We’ll be back sometime around noon tomorrow!"

This was promptly followed by the door being slammed, and then absolute silence, only marred by the pounding of his heart.

Tentatively he exited the room and knocked quietly on Buffy’s door. She took what felt like years to open the door, and when she finally did, Giles took in a deep breath.

She was dressed simply, in a deep red peasant top and a black skirt. Her makeup was very light, and her hair was up in a makeshift bun. It was the most dressed up she'd been since coming back, and she felt a little awkward. The look in Giles' eyes made her feel more at ease.

"You...like?"

"Oh, yes. You look breathtaking. Shall we go to dinner?"

"Certainly."

She linked arms with him, and they headed downstairs.

"Where are we going?"

He led her into the kitchen, where candles were lit and the table was set.

"Oh...Giles! How did you...?"

"You have your roommates to thank for this, I'm afraid. Shall we sit?"

Still in awe, she let him pull out her chair for her, and sat down as he tucked the chair in around her. Willow had run to a restaurant and ordered the shrimp scampi from them, but neither of them knew that.

They made small talk as they ate, and sipped wine. Buffy only had one glass, even though her nerves were begging her to have more. She didn't want to get sick and ruin the moment. Giles stopped after 2.

When they were finished, Giles cleared the plates and they went into the living room for tea.

"Buffy-"

"Giles-"

They both laughed and thought back to their first meeting, smiling ruefully at the memory.

"Giles, are you having second thoughts?"

"No! No, not at all! I just...I want to make sure you're okay with this."

Smiling gently, she leaned forward and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Sighing into her mouth, Giles wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap.

"Buffy, you are so beautiful," he said, pulling away from her and burying his head in the crook of her neck.

"Let's go upstairs, Giles," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Letting her up, Giles stood up and tried to discreetly adjust himself. Smiling, Buffy took his hand and led him upstairs to her room. Kissing him passionately, she pressed her body to his, her kisses becoming more and more desperate.

"Wait...wait..." Giles managed, gently pulling her back. He saw her confused expression and said, "Buffy, you may be 21, but I'm not. You have to give me a moment."

Laughing, Buffy sat casually on the bed, sliding off her shoes and curling her feet up underneath her. Slowly Giles removed his sweater, and sat next to her. Gently running her fingers through the grey hair on his chest, she leaned forward and kissed his neck lightly, then moving up to gently suckle on his ear lobe.

Groaning, he put his hands in her hair and raised her face to his, kissing her and leaning her gently back onto the pillows. Running his hands up and down her side, he slowly kissed her face, going from one side to the other, not missing an inch. Sighing, Buffy laid out on her back, pulling him over her and raising her hips up to meet his.

Moving his hands down to her waistband, he gently slid her skirt off, tossing it lightly to the side of the bed. As he gently ran his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, she nipped at his collarbone, trying to get him to speed up. Chuckling, he moved his hand to her cheek and said, "Patience, luv."

Leaning forward, she took one of his nipples into her mouth, licking and sucking until Giles groaned. He reached down and cupped her through her lace panties, and she moaned, bucking her hips into his hand.

Pulling her blouse slowly over her head, he kissed and licked her cleavage without removing her bra, slowly moving down her body. So slowly that Buffy buried her hands into his hair and pulled gently. When he looked up, she was nearly glaring at him in frustration.

"Giles. Quit. Teasing."

He smiled lasciviously at her, and lowered himself more, pulling off her panties and delving his tongue into her warm heat. Gasping, she cried out his name, her hips gyrating and shoving his face even closer to her center.

He lapped at her hungrily, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her more tightly to him. Buffy was nearly screaming with pleasure, and she could feel the familiar tension building up inside of her.

As her climax washed over her, she cried out his name, her entire body convulsing in pleasure.

Sliding back up the length of her body, he smiled at her and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

Breathing deeply, she slid her hands underneath her body and undid the final piece of clothing.

"Okay. I'm naked. You're not. This isn't fair."

Smiling gently at her, he unzipped his trousers and pulled them off agonizingly slowly. Buffy turned on her side, her body still trembling, and watched impatiently.

After the trousers finally came off, she gave up, pushing him gently onto his back and pulling his boxers slowly yet affectively off. Giles flushed slightly at her gaze.

Realizing she needed to reassure him, she moved back up to his face, cradling it in her hands, and said, "Wow, have you been keeping secrets from me."

Laughing, he pulled her to him, pressing her body into his, and kissing her with all the energy he could muster. Sliding one hand between their bodies, she encircled his penis, gently caressing it. He groaned playfully and said, "Now, stop that."

She giggled, then covered her mouth, realizing she sounded childish, but couldn't help it. Reaching to the side of the bed for his trousers, he pulled the condom that he'd placed in his pocket out and looked at her.

"Would you like to...?"

Taking it from him, she removed it from the package and slowly rolled it onto his erect penis. Her hands were like silk, and he had to fight to keep his concentration. Pushing her once more back onto the pillows, he moved over her body, kissing her and gently massaging her breasts, letting his thumbs roll over her already swollen nipples.

"Now. Oh god, Rupert, I need you in me now."

Hearing her call out his name sent waves of sensations coursing through him and he used one knee to push her legs apart before slowly entering her. They both moaned in pleasure, and he sat for a moment, letting them both get used to the feeling.

When she couldn't take it anymore, she began rotating her hips, and they started a steady rhythm. Buffy threw her head back, her short nails digging into his muscular back. With his arms rested on either side of her head, he kissed and licked her neck, nibbling slightly at the hollow of her neck.

He could feel himself about to let go, so he ran his hands down her slick stomach, massaging her clit until he felt her tighten around him, her inner walls convulsing around him and his name being screamed from her lips. It was all too much, and he finally let go, crying her name and resting his head beside hers, whispering softly in her ear.

He waited as long as he could manage before pulling out of her. He removed the condom, tied it off, and threw it in her trashcan before pulling the comforter over both of them. Snuggling into his chest, she gently ran her fingers through his chest hair, sighing contentedly.

"Giles, you know I love you, right?"

He couldn't fight the enormous smile that crossed his lips.

"And I love you. This was..."

"Amazing?"

"Understatement."

Kissing her gently, he whispered, "Every breath you take..."

Nuzzling his neck, she said, "I'll always watch you, Giles."

Just as he was starting to slip into sleep, he heard her say, "Giles?"

"Mm?"

"So what WAS so important you missed my birthday?"


The End


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