A Peek Into the Future by Phendog

Rating: NC-17
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Author's Note: All you really need to know is that Buffy and Giles have been a couple for a while now and are on a quest that involves them having to spend some time alone together on an otherwise abandoned tropical island to find a specific artifact. You don't need to know what…that's not the point of this section anyway!
Dedication: To Eliza-Buffy who will always appear in my dedications (especially for anything rated NC-17!) and particularly to LadyforASH, perhaps my most impatient fan. [Also thanks to Eliza-Buffy for the beta and for sharing all the gritty details of your personal life whether I want them or not!]
Pairing: Buffy/Giles

Buffy leaned back against the log behind her as she shoved the empty plate aside, feeling warm and full, enjoying the sound of the waves. Giles had managed to make a passable spaghetti dinner out of their supplies with the aide of the tiny Coleman propane stove, but by the time they'd managed to unpack the supplies the boat had dropped off before it had left them, and set up the tent, the sky had began to grow dark and the sun hung low in the sky.

The Slayer mentally grumbled that it wouldn't have been a problem if Giles hadn't insisted on building a platform for the tent first, requiring her to use the hand ax to chop down a small forest of the thin tropical trees while he lashed them together. She knew it made sense for her as the Slayer to do the heavy work involving chopping with sharp objects, so she'd been careful not to complain, but the near blisters on her hands afterwards hadn't been fun. She'd been tempted to whine about it just to get the benefits his sympathy would surely bring, but she knew he'd had a long day as well.

The tropical humidity had made even their shaded camp sweltering hot for manual labor of any kind. Buffy had literally felt the moisture dripping off of her as she forced herself to keep going on her mini deforestation project, but she knew that he'd probably be right that they probably wouldn't appreciate having their belongings floating in the not-so-fun swimming pool their tent would become should the heavens open, as Giles claimed they were wont to do in this part of the world. Meanwhile they'd just have to hope the rainfly would do its job from above.

Still, the day had ended well. After they finally had a passable camp, she'd been ready to just throw together some quick sandwiches and be done with it, but Giles had insisted that even though they were roughing it, they could do better. Most of their supplies had been dried or canned and Buffy hadn't felt up to a hot meal after such a stifling afternoon, but the smell of the simmering tomato sauce had won her over.

They'd sat down to eat just in time to behold the oranges and purples of the sun going down on the ocean a few hundred feet away, watching as the magnificent expanse of water went from its astounding daytime turquoise to a much darker royal blue. The light played on the waves, making them sparkle with the fantastic array of colors as the broke softly on the white sand beach. As they'd enjoyed the meal, Buffy had found herself feeling remarkably at peace until she pinpointed the cause.

She'd remarked that she couldn't remember the last time she'd just enjoyed a sunset. In their world, when one bothered to witness such an event at all, it was not a moment of happiness and contentment; instead it served as the beacon heralding the rise of evil that would come with the impending curtain of darkness. It was the onset of nocturnal terror and, on the part of the Slayer and her Watcher, obligation. But here…for the few days they had before they had to return to the frontlines, it could be different.

When she'd said her observation aloud, Giles had put down his plate to stroke back her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Then he'd leaned in to brush her lips lightly with his own. He let his palm linger against her cheek and she'd closed her eyes, leaning into it and savoring the feel of his touch. After the activity of the last few days, both of them simply found themselves enjoying the chance to simply be together. When Giles had let his hand drop and had started to reach again for his dinner, she'd thrust her own half-finished plate beside her on the sparse sandy grass, and had grabbed him giggling until they'd found themselves engaged in a kiss that was far deeper, invading each other's mouths wantonly, trying successfully to ignore the taste of garlic from the sauce. It had been a while before they'd pulled apart breathless and returned to their cooling meal, still laughing.

It seemed so perfect…made infinitely moreso that this was something they could share; at least for tonight, at least for now until they had to worry once more when that pesky little life- ruining concept known as "duty" kicked in – probably tomorrow.

Buffy felt a surge of love and looked over at the man who had inspired it. Then she frowned. "Giles, please tell me you aren't doing what I think you're doing?"

"What's that?" He asked curiously as he rose slightly from his crouch to look at her, the lighter in hand. He'd just re-ignited the stove, the propane flames glowing blue in the coming darkness, held off by only a faint orange glow, and put on a metal pot filled with water.

Pushing herself up, Buffy began to explain her complaint. "It's like eighty degrees out here, at night, I might add! And you're making tea? I mean, native Californian here and all, but even I know it's not the appropriate time for hot liquids."

He caught her grin and returned it, the last light of the day casting shadows across his face.

"Ha bloody ha," he mocked, as he managed to produce a canister of loose-leaf tea and a tea infuser which he set beside the stove. Giles made an impressive show of it and Buffy found herself suddenly wondering where he'd managed to hide it. When she'd unpacked their food supplies for the next few days, she knew she hadn't seen that. "I certainly can't help it if certain uncivilized Americans refuse the finer pleasures in life."

She stuck out her tongue, which with the long shadows and orange light from the tail end of the setting sun made her face appear even more distorted. Fortunately, it didn't appear as if darkness would overtake them entirely; a large sliver of moon was already swelling over the horizon. Giles rolled his eyes as he returned to sit beside her, waiting for the water to boil. "I meant it, I'm not going to give you any."

Buffy didn't comment, knowing she'd end up having a cup anyway, no matter how hot it was outside, and that, in the end, he wouldn't mind in the slightest. She had to admit the nightly ritual was one she found herself enjoying immensely and she was privately glad that it seemed he was determined to keep it wherever they might be. Coffee might still hold its place as her drink of choice in other ways, but tea meant safety and closeness to the most important person in her life.

As Giles slid in to take his own place against the log, she sat up and he slipped an arm behind her, allowing her to lean into his side. Then he reached down with his free hand and took one of hers, letting the fingers intertwine as the warmth from the simple touch spread through both of them. They were quiet for a bit then Buffy found herself looking at his legs and trying not to giggle.

"I just can't believe you wore pants…on a boat, then on the beach, in a thousand degree heat…"

She cut him off. "Duh, Giles. My point is that you need to learn to wear shorts once in a while. You've got nice legs. Really white, but we can fix that. And I want to be able to show you off," she whined.

When Giles didn't reply, she continued. "I'm glad you finally gave in about the t-shirt though. More touchable you? Definitely of the good." An instant later, he felt the fingers of the hand not intertwined with his, tracing Eyghon, as he knew he would. Privately, now that he'd finally let go of the guilt it had represented for so many years, he found himself amused by his Slayer's fascination with it. Still, Giles enjoyed it, because every time he felt her outline it, he was reminded of her incredible power to forgive and her acceptance of that part of his past.

"Bugger," he cried suddenly. The hissing of the stove and the guttering flame as the water began to boil over interrupted him just as he was about to pull her closer, forcing him to leap up to save it.

Recalling their earlier exchange, he made a point of only setting out one mug and when he returned to his seat, Buffy studiously ignored him, making herself busy with picking at the bark of the tree they'd been sitting against. Giles made it a point to make his enjoyment obvious, even as he had to admit to himself that the hot drink made the sweat want to roll off him.

Realizing that Buffy was going to continue to refuse to comment, and desperate for some conversation, Giles finally gave in and started to talk about what they needed to accomplish the next day – firstmost and foremost was a search of the island to see if they could find any of the markers suggested by the scroll.

Buffy, meanwhile, waited for her opportunity and it when it came she stuck. He had set down the mug between them, half-empty, but she made a grab for it. Giles detected her movement and tried to intercept her, but only managed to bump her hand, causing half of what was left to spill on the ground, darkening the sandy ground.

"I know," she told him smugly as she finished off what she'd managed to save. "Very refreshing. Serves you right though. Don't ever tease a Slayer."

He sighed dramatically, pretending to be put-out, but got up to pour himself a second cup and returned with a mug for her as well.

The final rays of the sun had long since disappeared. Fortunately, the pale moon had risen further and was nearly full, looming hugely on the expanse of ocean, the soft waves catching the light and rippling it out across the aquatic landscape, capping the waves with crests of white.

"I think we're all set up here and we can't do much else in the dark I'm afraid. I rather thought we might want some sleep before we have to start all over again tomorrow morning."

Buffy sat up and looked at her lover incredulously. "What? We're on an island, a very ROMANTIC island – alone – without a single vampire, or demon, or other miscellaneous fill-in- the-blank nasty and you want to sleep? I so thought I had you better trained than that."

Giles caught her intent instantly and all thoughts of the day's toil left his mind immediately. Tired or not, the fact was that they'd had trouble finding time for much of anything during the past few days, but now that they were alone…"Oh really?" he said casually. "What did you have in mind? I personally am finding myself a bit peaked after today…" he let it trail off and gave a jaw- cracking yawn for her benefit.

Buffy heard the undercurrent in his voice and sensed that his own desire was quickly catching up with hers, but it was obvious he wanted to play. Inwardly she grinned. {{Well, if that's how you want it…}} She put on a carefully studied pout, as she stood up and dusted herself off. "What's the matter; Watcher can't keep up?"

"With you?" Giles asked, unable to keep the slight grin off his face as he finished the last of the tea, no longer even noticing its flavor. "Never."

"Well, let's just see what we can do about that, shall we?" She took a seat on the log behind him, resting a leg on either side so that his shoulders were almost even with her knees.

Giles closed his eyes and waited, content to see how she chose to play it out. He was rewarded as he felt her fingers stroke his hair, followed by nails that lightly scratched his sensitive scalp imparting a sensation of pure bliss.

Buffy made a point to work over his entire head, luxuriating in the feel of his soft mane before she moved down to his neck, working out the tension slowly as he leaned forward slightly to accommodate her. "Still thinking about your aches and pains?"

"Scoot." Buffy pushed him forward away from the log as he complied by pulling himself along so she could comfortably sit behind him. Then she flattened her hands against him splaying the fingers along his shoulders as she wordlessly directed her Watcher to lean forward. When he did, she leaned forward herself, moving downward, until her hands plunged down underneath the waistline of his trousers. She gave him a playful squeeze, delighting as the muscle contracted, before she began to work the fabric of the dark purple polo shirt out of its tuck.

Giles held himself still, continuing his refusal to actively participate, but certainly doing nothing to stop her as she began to work the shirt up and over his head. He moved his arms just enough to allow her to free him of it entirely.

Slowly she worked her way across his back, kneading him with her talented fingers and steady strength. Lovingly, she found his sensitive spots, applying firmer or softer pressure as the pattern of scar tissue dictated to ensure an even and comfortable massage. It stood out starkly white as the moonlight caught it, and Buffy felt her emotions swell once again at all he'd been forced to endure for her and her Calling. She might have dealt with her own guilt over it, but she'd never forget his devoted dedication, and her desire to merge with him rose until she could feel it aching in her.

There were small growls and groans as Giles allowed himself the luxury of expressing his delight in his lover's touch. Buffy could almost feel the growing heat coming off of him and knew that she was stoking the arousal higher in both of them to a near frenzy, though neither let themselves outwardly admit it.

"How 'bout now?" she whispered into his ear huskily. Buffy managed to provoke a shiver as he felt her tongue in his ear.

"A bit more awake, I believe." His Slayer's arousal was so powerful he almost imagined he could smell it. He knew if he didn't give in soon, he was going to be in serious trouble.

"Only a bit?" Before he even realized what had happened, she had suddenly appeared in front of him, straddling his legs. Giles watched amused as she turned and quickly divested him of his shoes and socks, her own sandals having been kicked off somewhere along the way.

He was about to lift a hand to initiate his own role, when Buffy caught him off guard, shoving him backwards hard until he was lying on the sand, his head mere inches from the log. There was a predatory hunger as she bent over him on all fours. Then she bent down, placing one hand behind his neck as she ran a trail of kisses along his bare skin from the center of his chest up along the line of his throat. Giles threw an arm over her to pull her in closer and encourage her on. The Slayer stopped to lick and suck along the line of his windpipe until he groaned and then she felt the hand slide up until it was in her hair. As she continued her ministrations, her free hand unzipped his trousers and slid her fingers inside, massaging his already half-erect cock through the thin material of his boxers, until he was hard and ready.

Giles felt Buffy pull away and looked up to see her smiling back at him, the moonlight catching in her hair and forming an ethereal halo about her face. The waves pounded in the distance and the insect nightlife was coming alive, though one would hope his spell earlier in the day to ward off the biting gnats would continue to work. Still, all this was more than drowned out by the sound of the blood rushing in his ears and his heart beating faster for her.

God, he wanted her so badly! His erection was almost painful with lust and it was so tempting to just reach up and take her hard, here and now…

"You want me?" she growled, inches from his face and grinning wickedly. Even in the dim light, she was so close he could make out her features and feel her mint tea scented breath, hot against him.

"God yes," he stated firmly, and swiftly sought to close the gap between them and capture her lips with her own.

However, Giles found himself reaching at mere air as she pulled away, and pushed him back down, restraining him with her hand as he stared up at her mystified. "Nuh uh, Giles. If you can catch me, you can have me."

Her face was in shadow, but as she whipped her head up, he swore he could see the sparkle in her eyes. With Slayer speed and agility, she sprang to her feet and went into a dead run, kicking up sand behind her.

Dazed, he forced himself to his feet, only to immediately trip as his undone trousers pooled around his feet. "Bloody hell," he commented in loud frustration as he managed to kick them off and regain his feet fully once more.

Then the excitement of the game overtook him and he gave a feral growl deep in his throat as a matching dangerous grin lit his face before he took off, kicking up sand of his own. If she wanted to play, his Ripper side would give her a run for her money.

At least given the state he thought she was in, he knew she wouldn't draw it out long. Their vast experience together was more than proof enough that his Slayer wasn't exactly high on the patience scale.

Buffy's hands were busy as she ran, shedding clothing as she went, tripping slightly as the khaki shorts fell past her legs and hopping as the silky bikini briefs briefly decided not to slide down as easily as she wished. Dodging the dark piles dotting the expanse of white sand that represented bits of driftwood and clots of rotting seaweed that inhabited the ungroomed beach, Buffy found herself praying there weren't jellyfish.

She reached the water's edge where the near-high tide lazily lapped the white sand and it splashed against her legs when her bare feet pounded into it. As a native Californian, she expected the water to be warm, but even she was pleasantly surprised by how well the water was holding the intense heat from the day that had just ended.

Giles stretched his legs to greater efforts, knowing his longer stride at least afforded him one small advantage, even though she was the privileged one in all other factors of the race. He followed her with his eyes hungrily as he advanced on her, but then he was treated to a sight that nearly stopped him in his tracks.

Buffy, now fully naked, managed to run in front of the gigantic moon that hung low over the ocean, and he watched his Slayer's running profile in silhouette, arms and legs pumping, breasts bouncing with the movement, as her long tresses flowed behind her in a silver river. As she entered the ocean, the drops of water splashed up beneath her like liquid pearls.

He'd been breathing heavily already, but this scene made him breathless in an entirely different way, and he took off again, inspired to push himself harder in the chase. Silently, he thanked God for the extra hours of training; still, he knew that in the end he'd only catch her when she let him. It was frustrating, but he didn't dare give up.

The going got harder as the water resistance dragged her down and the soft sand slipped under her feet beneath the water. When it was up to her waist, she pushed herself up, then dove beneath the waves, letting the warm water envelop her in its embrace.

Giles saw her disappear and aimed for where he predicted the drift of the slight undertow would carry her if she tried to swim in a straight line. When Buffy finally came up for air, she was pleased to find him stroking toward her and gaining ground he'd lost on the land. He was a better swimmer than she would have guessed.

Giles felt the adrenaline rush as he retargeted for where he thought his prey would be next. {{Too bloody old for this,}} he thought wryly, but inwardly he was grinning with predatory glee. Life with Buffy was nothing if not interesting. Suddenly he felt something in the water slip past him; then he nearly jumped out of his skin as it goosed him. Strong arms wrapped around him, and a laughing Slayer popped up beside him.

Buffy felt the delight as her body writhed along his, seeking to inflame herself further by achieving maximum contact as she pulled herself around his torso until they were face to face. His hair sparkled as the water droplets caught the light and she grinned, brushing her breasts briefly against the slight friction from the curls of his chest to pebble the points into hard peaks.

Treading water against the gentle surf, she sought out his mouth with her own and he opened to her instantly. Giles strove to devour her as he tasted the ocean salt on her lips. He pressed her as close as he dared, pushing his tongue out to taste her own, first flicking against it, then making full, demanding contact as he massaged the sensitive roof of her mouth, just behind the teeth.

Even though the water was already warm, Buffy could feel the eddy currents of heat as it was warmed further by their bodies and surged between them. The Slayer slipped her hand to his rear and under the waistband of his last remaining garment. "Too many clothes. I need you naked," she gasped.

Roughly, she grabbed the elastic of the boxers and sought to shove them down. Giles let one hand drift from its place on her back to help her as he sought out her swollen lips once more. Finally, with enough wriggling and maneuvering, they managed to get them past his knees and he kicked the boxers free into the water, knowing that unless they washed up on shore, he'd probably never see them again. At the moment, it wasn't really a major concern.

With the exertion of the chase, his erection had subsided quite a bit, but as she encircled him, she used her hand to stroke him, her thumb brushing the sensitive head, quickly returning his arousal to its full glory.

Buffy took one of his thighs between her own, forcing both of them to give up an arm to the effort of keeping themselves afloat in the buoyant water. Her heat was incredible, and he felt it sear through him from her very core. She closed her eyes and he could see her emotions written plainly on her face, glowing superficially pale in the light of the night. {{So beautiful.}} Buffy wrapped her arm around her lover's shoulder, and he supported her, aiding her in her efforts to slide along his leg with a helping hand to her ass.

The anticipation was killing him, and as enjoyable as it was, he wanted to take this further now. Unexpectedly, he rammed her up against him, forcing himself hard into her thigh, causing her eyes to fly open. "I rather thought I was supposed to be the one subduing you," he commented in a low, husky rumble.

His voice thrilled her and she laughed. "You are." Quickly, she pushed off him and started to turn in the water so she could flip away underneath the waves once more. Giles was prepared for her, however, and shot an arm around her waist, dragging her back.

Buffy put up a token struggle, splashing up the water as she flailed her arms against him, but her Watcher hugged her close, forcing his hardness between her thighs, against her pert rear…so close…while his other hand found a breast and squeezed firmly. The water started to take them and he threatened to drag her under with him until she relaxed into his embrace. He nipped her earlobe between his teeth, just enough to pinch. "Did I catch you?"

"Yeah," she breathed, keeping herself limp, knowing it was his turn to control the game.

Regretfully, he shifted her so he had one arm around her waist and then began to stroke back to shore. Buffy caught on and realized that he was right; if they tried to finish this here, they'd probably drown. It had been hard enough to keep both their heads above water with the play as it was, so she used her free arm to help him swim. The waves had carried them out a ways but soon enough Giles felt solidity beneath his feet and a few meters closer to shore, he was able to stand with the water just below where his arms met his body. His shorter Slayer could have just barely kept her head above water and touched if she'd tried, but she hadn't perceived that, yet.

"Giles?" Buffy questioned, noticing he'd stopped. The moon was behind him, plunging his face into shadow so she couldn't see his expression.

"Shhh…" he quieted her, turning them so she could face him fully, but so that her back faced the ocean, letting her bear the brunt of the tide's ebb and flow. He drew her close, and kissed her softly, once more enjoying the salt on her lips and drawing her close. Giles felt his heart beat faster as he came to a decision about exactly where and how he wanted this to be completed.

Buffy felt his hand come between them and find her nether lips unerringly. As he spread her apart with a pair of fingers, she realized he was anchored and she lifted her knees to hug his hips, opening herself to give him better access. She was amazed by the sensation as the water met her skin where he parted her. It seemed to fill her and tingle intimately. Leaning in, she took one of his nipples into her mouth, scraping it with her teeth and sucking it. She smiled against him as she successfully produced a moan. Buffy knew she was growing impatient with him, but if he could stand to prolong the foreplay before they went back to the beach to finish it, so could she.

Giles pushed a finger into her entrance then flicked her clit with his thumb causing her entire body to clench as a shiver ran through her and she clamped down on the finger, arching into him.

"God Giles," she panted. "Now. Let's go back and do this now. Maybe you can wait, but I can't."

He realized she thought they were headed ashore and smiled inwardly. "Yes, now, love." He had positioned himself near her entrance when he removed his finger. Without further warning, he grabbed her ass and slammed her down, knowing from long practice exactly how to guide himself inside his Slayer.

Buffy gave a screaming moan as his thrust penetrated her, producing shocks of pleasure to emanate through her at the unexpected timing of the invasion. It slammed against her cervix and, before she even realized what was happening, she found herself perched at the edge of her impending orgasm.

Giles' own heart was racing a mile a minute, and it took all of his concentration not to immediately thrust again, but he wanted to give her time to adjust to what he was doing, knowing he'd taken her by surprise. Then he felt her clamp down on his length and heard her issue a tiny whimper. Immediately, he understood and realized she was trying to hold back for him. Quickly, he denied her the chance, moving past the soft curls to find her clit and massage it just enough to take her over.

The internal wave had risen to its peak and, at his physical command, she felt her hold on it break as it came roaring down, crashing on the rocky shores of her self-control. She squeezed down on the part of him that was deep inside her to anchor herself to him, the surf of her orgasm breaking again and again, harder and more powerful than it had in a while, shattering her conscious mind into shards of pure pleasure. Only he could do this to her, Buffy knew, but even then there were times like this one when he was simply extraordinary.

As he held her to him, letting the actual waves of the real world rock them gently, he could feel the power of what he'd evoked in her causing her to physically twitch as it spasmed through her – causing her not only to shudder inwardly around his cock, but also through her entire being. Momentarily, he allowed the feeling to be his own until it finally began to subside and his own need became too overwhelming.

Buffy had barely come to her senses when she felt him begin to withdraw himself from her, using the motion of the wave to pull away. She missed his fullness but then the wave switched direction and slammed into her back as his hands at her hips forced her down once more, causing the waves of pleasure to emanate outward like rivers of fire into her veins. She began to cry out as she moved her hands to his shoulders for leverage and helped him drive it home with each new surge of the ocean around them.

Giles gasped when he first began to pull out of her. Her heat was so intense that even the eighty some degree water felt like ice as it rushed to meet the skin once again. The temperature change was shocking, but this physical evidence of what they were doing was so erotic that it caused him to harden further. When he re-entered her once more, the heat burned and his mind spun. Again and again, fire and ice, they repeated the process, letting the waves dictate the rhythm, as his arms forced her to rock with it, using all the strength he possessed. Several times they came together so hard that he almost lost his footing and had to scramble and dig his toes into the sand to keep from having his legs swept out and drowning them both. He worried about hurting her with the force of it, but with her propensity for rough sex, and her nature as the Slayer, the intensity of it only seemed to drive her higher.

The last time had been incredible, but what was building now was something that dazzled her as it stoked her internal fires. Buffy kept expecting to reach the threshold, but instead it just kept building higher and higher, increasing the distance from which she would eventually find herself falling. The rhythm was not only the physical thrusting of herself and her partner, but also the pull of the entire ocean, forcing her full body to be pulled back and then shoved forward in an alternating pattern that called to the primeval flames deep inside, crackling and threatening to explode. Buffy panted her lover's name, the pattern broken only with the small scream she issued every time he thrust into her, mixing her own noise with the groans she evoked from her Watcher.

The stars were out now and he could see them framing her, the moon still caressing her skin and surrounding her face in a mane of the purest white. She was his angel, and he could feel the quicksilver power of her deep inside, claiming him as her own, even as she professed herself to him.

At last he felt her tense as she suddenly held herself back, using her strength to resist the next thrust. Buffy drilled her eyes into his, the moon reflecting back to her in his twin pupils. "Love you," she whispered. Then she caught the next wave, plunging down one final time as she lifted her head heavenward and howled her release to the stars above. The fire they had created flared through her, burning her very essence and threatening to sear her in one all-encompassing flash as it consumed her world.

The sound of it and the feel of her clenching around him was almost enough to take him then and there, but he managed to thrust twice more before he felt his scrotum clench and his cock lengthen out. He held her to him as tight as he could, crushing her with a strength only a Slayer could tolerate, as if he sought to merge them physically into one. Then it came, shattering and shuddering. The convulsions ran through his entire body as his seed shot deep inside her. His knees weakened and threatened treacherously to give out, but he managed by the narrowest thread to keep his footing through the next wave, even as his consciousness soared heavenward, calling out its joy.

Mentally sighing, they both returned to their own separate awareness, and pulled themselves together. Buffy drew herself back, slowly easing his softening presence from her body with regret. Then she lowered her knees and found her own footing on tiptoe so that he would no longer be forced to support them both.

"Dear Lord," she whispered. Then her brain mentally reran what she'd just said and she giggled. Just earlier that day she'd been berating him for rubbing off on her too much…now she was stealing his lines.

Giles smiled at her as well, brushing back a strand of sea soaked hair from her face with a pruning finger. "Quite. I'm sure that covers it about as well as anything."

Briefly, she put her head to his chest listening to his breathing even as the sound of the waves threatened to drown it out.

"Come on," she told him as she pulled away and held up his hand for him to see the puckered skin on his fingers. "Time to go back. You're getting all wrinkly, and I know for a fact it's not because you're that old. 'Specially with a performance like that," she grinned up at him.

"You with gray hair…I think I'd like it a lot if it meant I could have you around for that long."

The love and affection sang in the air between them for a moment as the fingers of the hand she held intertwined themselves with hers; then he leaned in to touch her lips with his own.

Buffy allowed them to brush briefly; then she shoved him back, laughing. "If you have your way, we'll be out here forever. You might be okay with Giles-the-prune, but wrinkly Buffy isn't fun for anyone."

"Giles? Have you ever done that before? In the ocean, I mean?" She asked, genuinely curious.

Buffy hadn't expected him to laugh, but he did. "Hardly. The Atlantic Ocean – at least the Northern portion of it by England – isn't very warm, I'm afraid. It didn't really lend itself to such activities quite as well." His international travels hadn't truly started until his Watcher training had begun in earnest, and by then there hadn't been as much opportunity for sex.

Giles didn't comment, but he privately agreed with her. But Lord, his legs still felt unsteady from the effort to keep them both upright and avoid being carried away by the ocean's pull…

Even though the night was still plenty warm, the slight breeze as they left the water chilled them quickly and Buffy found herself shivering slightly. She also felt incredibly heavy and ponderous after enjoying the buoyancy of the water for so long. Giles noticed her tremble and drew her closer to his own heat. "Cold?" he asked her.

"Not when you're around," she commented, reaching around to pinch a firm ass cheek and make him jump slightly.

Buffy had to laugh at his expression. "Dork." She caught him and drew his head down to hers in order to kiss him, tracing his lips with her tongue to ask entrance. At the same time, she placed a hand on each of the firm rounded cheeks of his rear end and squeezed harder than before, going for a thorough grope.

The kiss grew more passionate as their internal reserves began to recover, and they were a few meters above the water line when Buffy pulled him down to the ground and pushed him down, crouching over him. She massaged each of his nipples with a thumb, loving how she could bring them to hardness and make him groan. She looked down into his face, able to make out his expression in the night. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"All the time," he assured her. "All the time. The only thing I know that can match it, in fact, is how much I love you, Buffy."

"Thanks," she smiled, her teeth showing white in the moonlight. He raised a hand to her face when the falling sand from his arm alerted him to a little problem.

Buffy found herself positively giggling as it became clear just how serious the situation was. "Oh geez, Giles, it's even in your hair…and probably just about every crack and crevasse you own…that's gonna suck."

He sighed. "Yes, um, I'm afraid we're going to have to wash off a bit." His hand brushed her hair and scrunched it together, feeling the stickiness from the salt. "You too."

She looked confused for a moment before she became aware of the uncomfortable itchiness where the saltwater was drying on her hide and the way it stuck together anywhere skin touched skin. "Damn. I'm guessing no convenient little beach showers around here for the tourists, huh?"

They walked past their camp, stopping just long enough for Buffy to deposit the few pieces of her clothing she'd managed to pick up on the way back, and then onward to the small creek that ran nearby. Suddenly she was even more grateful they'd set up their tent near freshwater. Still, as they left the sand of the beach, she felt herself stepping gingerly to avoid the sticks and grass that jabbed at her feet.

Rolling his eyes, Giles gave in and picked her up, carrying her the small distance to the side of the running water. He set her down and Buffy started to step into it before she leapt back. It felt even colder than the air had when they'd first come from the ocean, and Buffy wondered how there could be such a difference in water temperature. "It's cold," she observed

"Yes, but there's not much help for it, I'm afraid, save to get it over with fast." Giles directed her to stand still and then he used his hands to scoop up the water and bathe her gently, one handful at a time. As the water ran down her arms, legs, and torso, he ran his hands over her as well, helping to keep her warm and to wipe off the salt. Buffy closed her eyes and enjoyed the caresses, surprised to find that she was getting aroused once more. After the magic of what had just happened though, it wasn't surprising that sex was foremost on her mind, even if she had thought herself nearly sated.

When she was reasonably well cleaned off, they traded tasks and Buffy carefully explored his body, caressing it like the comfortable, well-known friend that it was. His was definitely a warrior's bearing. The muscle in his arms, legs, and shoulders was hard and solid, but not bulging. It hadn't been earned by hours in the gym, but instead through hard work and the fine honing of his skills and endurance through numerous grueling training sessions for her benefit. But there was also the fine layer of puppy fat from years of jelly donuts and takeout that filled him out and thickened him slightly around his waist, despite her efforts to work it off of him – though she had to admit that she appreciated the touchability the slight softness gave him. Still, he was well formed with good proportions {{and a great ass!}} she thought appreciatively as she carefully removed the last of the sand. Then there were the scars. By now, she knew the story of each, whether they be earned for her, because of her, or from his life outside of her. Taken together, they told the story of his life and she could never stop the feelings of love and devotion they inspired in her…and the slight tinge of guilt, though she pushed it quickly aside, hiding it successfully. He didn't want her to feel guilt for him over it, so she had resolved she wouldn't. Finally, there was the light sprinkling of hair on his chest, fairly evenly distributed until it thinned out towards his waist and then blossomed into a thick collection of curls at his groin.

By the time she reached his genitals, he was semi-erect again. The cold water took care of it somewhat, but at his hiss Buffy found herself holding him from her crouched position. Gently, she pushed back the foreskin to run her thumb around his tip. "You want me to?" Looking up at him, she offered to take him into her mouth.

Giles reached down a hand to draw her up, and then ran a hand through her crisp, still salt- encrusted hair, as she looked at him confused.

"Very much. But Buffy, in case you've not noticed, you're freezing out here." As though to prove his point, she shivered violently as a slight breeze blew past them. Even though it was still nearly seventy degrees in the air, the combination of the cold water and her wet skin were chilling her quickly. Giles was feeling rather cool himself, but knew his English constitution probably was withstanding it a bit better than her native Californian one.

Grinning he replied, "You're right…I'd be a sodding idiot to ignore an offer like that, but tomorrow, alright?"

She nodded. "It's just so nice to have you to myself again, after…everything. It's been a while since we could just…be. Y' know?"

The last few weeks had indeed been stressful and their times together had been hurried and hidden away wherever they could find the opportunity.

"Yes, I do." He stroked her cheek. "Now let's get the worst part done with and then we can go back. Shall we?"

Buffy yelped as she lowered her head to the creek, but he worked quickly, getting the worst of the salt out until it was reasonably well washed, though she knew she'd be breaking out the shampoo tomorrow. Then he did his own, wanting to get her away from the chill of the water as soon as possible.

This time he didn't bother to carry her, but they took a slightly less direct route back to the tent so that they could stay on the soft sand and avoid the sticks and pebbles which made her mince her steps. He hugged her close as they walked though, and rubbed her arms, trying to suffuse her with his own warmth.

Giles started to guide her into the tent when she paused, taking one last look at the night sky.

He let his own eyes wander skyward. "That's because you've always lived near cities…as have I for the most part. Here, it's the lack of artificial lights…if the moon weren't out they'd be even brighter," he explained to her as he always did, sharing information without the slightest hint of condescension.

Her wistful tone gave him sudden inspiration. "Just…stay here a minute," he commanded as he arose without entering the tent. Quickly, he went to the boxes of supplies and began to dig around.

Buffy hugged herself. Now that she was dry, the warmth of the night air was starting to take her once more, but she still didn't want to be standing around naked forever. "Um, Giles? Whatcha doing?"

"I knew I had seen it here somewhere," he announced triumphantly as he produced a large piece of canvas. "No point in having to shake sand out of everything, is there?"

She watched wordlessly as he spread it out on the ground in front of the tent, before she realized what he was doing and almost squealed with delight. At his direction, she willingly helped him drag out the thin mattresses of their pallets and lay them on the canvas side by side forming a decent sized larger one. The sand might look soft, but it would be hard enough if they had tried to lay on it directly. Then they spread a pair of massive blankets over it all and carefully dusted off their feet before slipping between them.

Buffy giggled as she wiggled in close to him, and tangled her legs with his so that she could run a foot up and down his calf. As he put an arm around her and she kissed his chest, she asked, "How did you know this was something I always wanted to do?"

"You thought right, mister. My parents never let me…and then when I became the Slayer, it just kinda seemed like a death wish, you know? So I never got to."

Giles lifted a hand to trail a featherlight finger along the line of her shoulder, following it to the center of her throat and then trailing down to the vee between her breasts. The touch was so delicate, that it was just barely perceptible and it caused her skin to reach the point of hypersensitivity where it called out for more. "I did…or at least tried to once with – " he paused realizing his words. Still, she accepted that part of him. "Ah, with Ethan. It was ill-advised though, I suspect, considering we were attacked by a rather unfriendly demon while we were in the middle of something. Coming from a family of Watchers, such things as 'sleeping beneath the stars' were generally discouraged for good reason."

He made an affirmative noise. "Until you and I arrived yesterday, nothing has come or gone from this island for years…centuries even. Not that that would preclude a demon, I suppose, but if there weren't any here before, which the text was fairly emphatic about, there won't be any now."

Buffy regretfully escaped from his touch so she could prop herself up with an elbow and look down at her lover. "God, I love it here Giles. I wish we could stay here forever…I mean, I know that's probably silly considering I've only been here less than a day and all I've seen is this beach, but still…"

Her eyes were wet as he reached up a finger to brush away the moisture. "I rather doubt you'd be half so fond once our food supplies from home ran out and you realized the joys of going without modern plumbing and electricity."

Buffy knew he was right…peeing in a cat-hole was not her idea of how things ought to work, but that wasn't her point. "Yeah, okay. But we're safe. I'm with you, and we're safe. The night's supposed to be a scary time for us, Giles, with all the 'grr' and the pointy teeth. I might feel like I'm in my element and all that when it gets dark, but that doesn't mean I don't hate it."

Her words reflected so many of his worries for her. So many times, his only wish had been that she could have a normal life, free of the Slaying and of the danger of simply existing in the reality of their world, despite the fact that if she'd had a normal life, he very likely wouldn't be in it. But she was right that here and now the world was giving them that tiny gift at last, even if it was temporary. Giles felt his own tears threaten, but with effort, he held them back.

"Do you know this is the first time I haven't felt it…that terror…since a man came up to me talking about destiny when I was fifteen and tried to shove a piece of wood in my hand?"

"Buffy…" Giles started softly. He didn't have any words of comfort to offer her, only the unwelcome news that it couldn't last. Putting his hands to his waist, he guided her over him so that she had to put a hand on either side of him and brought her mouth down to his. He'd meant for the action to be simple and soothing, but Buffy quickly took it deeper. Soon enough, he discovered his hands sliding up along the smooth skin of her torso to find themselves cupping her breasts as the thumbs began a firm circular massage of what they could reach.

One knee was still between his legs as she sought to use that to her advantage and ground into him, her amorous thoughts from the creek returning quickly, regardless of how late at night it might now be.

When they stopped for air, Buffy met his eyes in the dark. "Make love to me again?" she whispered.

Giles did a quick assessment. He was wide-awake at this point and could feel his own desire for her rising. Given his state at the creek earlier, performance wouldn't be a problem either, despite how enthusiastic they'd been. He answered her by re-establishing the kiss. One hand moved to her rear as the other took more firm possession of the breast which was its prize.

Buffy used her strength to roll them over and place herself beneath them. Giles paused only briefly to reposition himself; he'd finally gotten used to such things and stopped being shocked by how easily she could move and lift him when she tried. Mentally, he'd always known it, but the physical reality of it could be a bit surprising.

"Do you mind being on top?" She knew her Watcher would do pretty much anything she asked of him, but she wanted to articulate her desires. "I'd, um, like to be able to see the stars behind you, if that's okay? That's how I want to remember this."

"As you wish, love." One again, the emotion of it was getting to him, and Buffy inwardly laughed in slight amusement as she detected the muffled sound of his hard swallow. She put a palm against his chest, fingers pointed downward and slid it down along his skin, letting the hair tickle her hand all the way until she reached his groin and began to expertly stroke him, letting the foreskin slide back and forth over the head in her hand.

Giles found his arms occupied by holding himself above her, but he could still use his mouth to good advantage and he did so, gently lipping her sensitive neck until she panted and had to concentrate on holding her head still as she tried to keep her own actions on him even.

Buffy brushed his tip and then slipped her finger around the corona of the head, finding his sensitive spots until she reached the small knot of nerve and muscle that connected the foreskin to the shaft. Encircling him with the rest of her hand, she used her thumb to gently apply a rubbing pressure.

Her ministrations caused him to groan low in his throat. When he felt himself sufficiently hard, he found the scar on the neck where three had tasted her…the one scar on her that would never, for whatever reason, give in to her remarkable healing powers and fade. Feeling his lips around it excited her to the point that she tensed and her busy hand slipped away from him to her side. Giles took the opportunity to bite down, careful to keep the pain of it just below what he felt was her acceptable threshold and heighten the sensation as he used his hand to guide himself so he could plunge down into her.

Buffy released the strangled scream and wrapped her legs around him to spread herself wider as her arms flew to his back. Her nails scraped him, but the slight texture of the scars reminded her to keep herself from clawing him too deeply. There were certain benefits to drawing blood, but she tried never to hurt him when she could avoid it.

Setting the rhythm, Giles drew out of her with a pace that was agonizingly slow for both of them, before pushing back in gently. Buffy growled and squeezed him with her legs, trying to encourage him to go faster, but he did his best to refuse her…enjoying his ability to frenzy her.

He laughed as he fought against her grip to execute another long, slow stroke. "Make me," he purred.

"Fine. You won't fuck me, then I'll just have to fuck you." She knew he could handle her strength in their lovemaking, but she still didn't like to use it more than necessary since she was always afraid of where it might lead. Still…he'd more or less asked for it. Her hands flew to his hips and, as he drew out of her again, she arched her back and slammed up onto him, forcing him down to the ground on top of her with her legs. Then she physically lifted him up by his hips before repeating the process. Eventually she let go, and he kept up the pace as she continued to use her own thrusts to meet his.

Now that she'd relaxed her grip, Giles shifted his angle to better stretch her inner walls, and he was rewarded by her series of whimpers.

Buffy used her powerful inner muscles to squeeze him each time she felt him enter and the increased pressure sent shocks of pleasure through her. Giles felt himself encouraged to thrust harder as he enjoyed the hot, tight sheath she formed around him. Each time she clamped down, the ecstasy radiated through his being.

He found himself drawing closer to the edge and managed to lean his weight so that he could reach down and find her clit and roll it with a finger, knowing he'd need to help her along this time.

The feelings he was stoking in her were so intense…but she forced herself to concentrate outward as well. His impassioned face was cast into shadow above her, but he was surrounded by light – tiny dots of light that marked constellations millennia older than either of them. They sparkled to the sound of the waves still in their ceaseless cycle of breaking gently on the sand below. This was the night…the night as it should be. She concentrated on that – the stars, the surf, and Giles inside her – more than anything, that's what she wanted to remember.

His release loomed until he couldn't deny it any longer and was forced to give in, roaring and shuddering as he shot into her whatever he hadn't released the last time they'd coupled in the waves. All conscious thought fled and it was only by the barest margin that he managed to continue the pleasuring of his partner as he sought to thrust again while he still could.

Buffy felt his release and whimpered, knowing her own was near. The sound of his passion filled her and the pressure on her clit was enough to send her soaring seconds later as she fixed the image above her in her mind the instant before the stars shattered into a million more and her world was filled with the rapture of pure blissful sensation.

Giles had let his full weight come to bear on her since he knew it would take a lot more than that to crush his Slayer, and Buffy became aware of it as her world again returned.

"Hey," she whispered shyly as she rolled them over, careful to keep his flaccid cock still cradled inside.

"Hey," he repeated back to her, choosing to use her own word instead of finding one of his own.

"Love you so much." From her position draped over his chest she curled an arm around what she could reach and squeezed.

She kissed him gently before he sighed and moved her so that he was no longer inside. He regretted it, but knew it would hardly be wise for them to fall asleep like that. Lovingly, he used his hand to soothe the swollen lips of her vulva and apologize for the loss. Then he grappled for the edge of the discarded blanket and managed to get it drawn up so that it covered both of them.

Buffy put her ear to his chest and listened to the heartbeat and even breathing which matched her own and bespoke the vitality deep within him she needed so much.

"Sing to me," she whispered, her breath softly disturbing the hair on his chest.

Giles felt himself growing peaceful and drowsy, but was perfectly willing to grant her wish. Tonight would be a happy memory for both of them, and the longer and more perfect they could make it, the better. "Any requests, love?"

He did, choosing quiet love songs and singing them softly to the night, letting his thumb stroke her where his hand lay against the skin of her back, just above the blanket. Buffy listened as his voice rumbled deep within him, the side of her face still pressed firmly to his chest.

Finally, her hands ceased to make their own small movements against him and he felt her breath grow deep and even, assuring him that his Slayer had given in to sleep at last. Giles smiled, and shifted just enough to place an affectionate kiss to the top of her head, the still-wet hair smooth to his lips. Then he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to the soothing sounds of the ocean below them.

There was enormous evil in the world, but for once, it wouldn't find them. Just for tonight, the Chosen two could enjoy the darkness in peace.

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