Plot? What Plot? by Phendog

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Giles, or anything else except my beloved computer named "Slate."
Distribution: The Mystic Muse http://mysticmuse.net
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Spoilers: Probably.
Author's Note: Hey all, this is my quick little salute to all those horny pwp writers out there whose sole purpose is to get Buffy and Giles into bed (and Giles into Buffy!) the fastest way possible. I did my best to fully capture the genre by generalizing every pwp I've ever read and I thoroughly cleansed this fic from any pesky plot references (beyond some hot weather and foreplay – and these really weird references to the actors filmography, but that's what happens when you write at 4 am), because as we all know, they just get in the way anyway. I'm satirizing a bit here, so if you happen to notice a bit of one of your own stories, no offense intended - Hope you enjoy!
Dedication: To my Eliza-Buffy, who's responsible for this nasty little obsession of mine in the first place. Thanks to the Penny Arcade, for letting me, um "borrow" their strip.
Pairing: Buffy/Giles

Summary: A salute to all stories of the genre where the sex is plentiful and the plot bunnies are an endangered species.

She looked at her Watcher and licked her lips, suddenly noticing the raw, quiet power that emanated sensuously from his form as he kneeled, his back to her. The smell of his musky sweat (or was it tweed and musty books?) traveled to her heightened senses and she flared her nostrils gratefully, trying to draw in his essence.

A mischievous smile played on her lips; she couldn't have ordered better weather. The hot day had forced him to remove his shirt. The heat that was rising in her, however, had nothing to do with the temperature as Buffy was treated to the sight of his muscular shoulders bunching and releasing with his movements as he went about whatever it was he was doing. She was so caught up in the sight she couldn't even remember where they were. As for what Giles was up to…he might have been on his knees sharpening yet another stake in the training room, or he could be leaning over to stir the supper he was cooking them on some retreat to the forest she'd convinced him to take, perhaps he was reshelving books in the library, or maybe he was looking over the tracks of some demon as they scouted out his lair. The what wasn't important – the writer of this story had obviously not cared enough to say, and she decided she didn't either. Her thoughts turned decidedly and deliciously naughty.

Buffy's eyes slid down the glistening back, along the strong spine and down to where the skin disappeared. "Stupid jeans," she growled to herself as she thought about the cute roundness that had to reside just beneath. What she wouldn't give for just one look…

Giles' intense concentration on his task was suddenly shattered as he became aware of the blue (or possibly grey or teal) eyes of his Slayer. She was captivated by something…but surely not him? He groaned to himself as a wave of desire swept through him and he could feel himself tightening. If only she knew what she did to him. These past years of watching her grow, seeing her strong, muscular, almost feline form in action, being at the receiving end of her biting wit…she turned him on even more than the thought of having every dusty tome in this dimension and the next suddenly appear in his apartment…where he could read them at his leisure…by candlelight, with the smell of vanilla and roses wafting through the air as he turned the ancient pages – though the fantasies about the latter were pretty intense too.

He couldn't remember when he'd started to think about her that way, a day, a week, a month ago? Maybe since the day he'd first seen her? Couldn't remember and didn't care, even though there was probably some really nice and tender story, laden with angst and sappy sweetness somewhere… But that didn't matter now. All he knew was he wanted her – the sooner the better. But no. His Slayer saw him as a father and a stuffy one at that. Taking one look at the past Buffy boyfriends it was obvious that she wasn't attracted to them for their intelligence or sophistication…

Buffy just couldn't help herself anymore. She snuck up behind him used her agile tongue to get a long salty taste of his back. "Yummy," she purred as she felt him tense and registered his shock.

"Dear lord!" he yelped. Then, as Buffy repeated her motion a second time a little closer to the nape of his neck, she heard in a far softer and huskier voice, "Dear Lord."

"Nope, you can leave the Sky Bully out of this one. The Lord has nothing to do with it. Only Buffy," she grinned nipping his ear, curling her tongue around the earring that so many fic writers had placed there, noting the hole where it should go.

Suddenly, he whirled her around and caught her in a kiss that was tender and passionate on one hand and aggressive and Ripperish on the other. He played with her lips, massaging them, bruising them with his own, seeking to draw her essence from the sweet, inviting smile into his own thundering heart. Giles opened his lips further to allow himself to trace the curve of her questing mouth with his tongue.

Buffy was breathless…this was the moment she'd waited for how long? When had she seen him as a man to be desired? Had it been after long, careful introspection and agonizing debate with herself over the appropriateness of such a relationship with her older Watcher, or was it something that had happened just minutes ago? {Who cares!} she thought as she responded and opened her mouth to accept the tongue that demanded entrance.

She didn't even notice as Giles' deftly removed his glasses with his left hand, never breaking their contact. At first his tongue brushed hers gently flicking back into his mouth, asking permission. Buffy responded by following his with her own hungry thrust, catching the tip of his tongue and massaging the roof of his mouth, encouraging his efforts with her own. The Slayer felt a slow, demanding burn that waved upwards from her very toes, beyond her pleasure regions to finally show as a flush in her face and a glassy quality to her eyes.

Electricity leapt between them, and she placed a hand open palmed on his chest as she looked up at him with questioning eyes. {Whoa? Did we just develop some sort of psychic Watcher/Slayer bond?}

Oh…well, that was good. Even though she wanted to make sweet, sweet love to the man, hearing the thoughts of Tweedy Book Guy might open up the chance for a whole episodic series of problems and sweetness – forcing the Council to show just how opposed they were to the whole idea – and, at the moment, all she wanted was to get down to business. The kiss must just have been that good.

Their passion came to an abrupt halt as Giles pulled away. He'd given himself over entirely…lost himself in the kiss when he suddenly recalled who he was with and all the possible reasons this was a 'VERY BAD IDEA.' There were too many reasons to list here, but trust me there were a lot of them.

"No, luv. This might just be the result of our confused emotions over some cannon-related angst moment, or something else that we might regret later. I only want you to consider that we may be under the influence of some manner of spell originating from the Hellmouth, or Ethan, or some additional source? I don't want to take advantage. I may even have devolved into that pillock you know as Ripper."

Buffy giggled at his flustered look "Who cares? 'Sides, mom says Ripper is quite the stevedore. Don't know what it means, but, hey I'm a good student, right?" {I'd bet he even makes a pretty good comfortadore afterwards,} she mused as the thought gave her delicious tingles.

"Humph…only when you choose to listen to your teacher," he said, feeling himself blush at the memory of taking his Slayer's mother…twice…on the hood of a police car. At least he was fairly sure that had happened already; after all, he was the responsible type who probably at least waited for her to be legal in the state of California…so that if, for no other reason, the poor fic writer didn't have to add underage warnings in the header.

"Sorry, I sometimes get distracted by the teacher's sexiness…you know…thinking maybe I can do him some favors and improve my grade?" she purred into his ear as she began to run her hand through his delightful chest hair (yes that's right…this fic started without a pesky shirt for her to have to move aside, remember?). She'd never had one with chest hair before, and she quite enjoyed the crisp feel of it tickling her palm. Buffy could feel her nipples hardening beneath her own clothing at the thought of how it would feel against her smooth rounded breasts.

He stilled her hand. "I just want to be sure. I couldn't bear to irrevocably harm our relationship after this if this isn't what you really want." Giles wanted this so much, but what if it really was a 'VERY BAD IDEA?' How could they go on?

"Giles, really!" Buffy huffed in an exasperated voice. Giles just wasn't seeming to get it. It was time to live for the now and damn the bleeding consequences. "None of the readers care about our relationship after this. They just want to see us get it on."

"Oh, well then, by all means" he allowed himself to smile and gave her yet another tender, gentle, passionate, violent kiss and completely wiped away such potentially plot-inducing concerns as he told her with his mouth what he wanted to do to her with the rest of himself.

Buffy giggled when she stopped being a member of GASP long enough to regain her breath [author's comment: if you don't get my references, you obviously aren't a dedicated enough fan…*g* Shame on you!]. "My logical assessment of the situation is impeccable, is it not?"

Giles grinned, flattered that he might be rubbing off on his English-challenged Slayer. "Quite. Except that's a rather proper sentence for you, isn't it?"

"Well, it was supposed to be your line – though I adapted the pronouns to me – but you forgot to say it. You know how important the dialogue is in fics like this," Buffy chastised him with a gentle slap against his shoulder.

"Uh, pardon?" Giles had been aware for years now that the two of them were just pawns in some little game being played by the almighty being referred to off camera as 'Joss,' but it was becoming apparent that someone else had seized the reins and he was getting increasingly confused as to what the new rules might be.

"You know? PWP with the little NC-17 beside it? I'm totally sure that anyone who clicks on that link is only doing it for the witty discourse," she commented with a wicked glint in her eye as she begin to let the hand that had been stroking his chest begin to make a slow trip downward.

"Buffy, dear, slow down," he squirmed and caught her hand in his so that he could actually think. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I see your name next to mine on-line so often in my own little Buffyverse and every time I run a search on Google, that I forget that you're a complete technophobe and wouldn't get my references."

"I do my best," he said, deciding it simply wasn't worth it. Now where were they? She started to open her mouth to reply but he shut her up with another mind-blowing kiss as he stroked her flowing golden mane. It was like touching pure silk that flowed beneath his calloused fingers and he followed the line of it from the crown of her head down to where it flowed past the nape of her neck behind her ear and possibly on down to her shoulder depending on whether or not she'd cut it yet.

Her response was once again immediate as she reached up to stoke his peppered hair with one hand and ran her other over him, the fingers seeming to burn his skin particularly when she brushed an oh-so-sensitive nipple.

"Oh, yes. Like that," he murmured as he began to plant tender kisses along her shoulder, slowly building the warm burning sensation that emanated from each point of contact. He followed the line of her clavicle and had just barely reached her neck when he found the vein and nipped it with a Woof!

"Hah, bloody, hah. Now let's bugger all this bloody chit chat codswallop, and chivvy along with it."

"Ooohhh, you're my own personal Little Britain Manchild, with your Gold Blend of funny words, aren't you?"

"Well I Know What You Did Last Summer, and I'd Scream 2 if A Woman Named Jackie with Cruel Intentions ran off with a Harvard Man and All My Children Over the Brooklyn Bridge to the Funny Farm at Swan's Crossing. She's All That and Simply Irresistible too."

The teasing was over. Now Buffy was seriously worried. The author was obviously more than a little demented. Maybe they couldn't laugh that spell thing off so quickly after all. "What on earth did you just say?"

He wrinkled his forehead in confusion. "I'm quite sure I haven't the faintest idea…it seems like ramblings of some obsessed and sleep deprived author writing a rather poor story, doesn't it? Sorry about that Sarah Mich – I mean, Buffy."

"That's okay, Tony. At least we didn't get around to any of the references about you as a Sweet Transvestite – specially that one time with Amber. I'd hate to get jealous of a lesbian witch." {And Scooby Doo…what was I thinking? That was a Scoobie don't! Why the hell am I making a sequel?} she thought silently to herself, unwilling to bring that subject up. "Now, where were we?"

Giles slid his hand up the back of her shirt and drew her close for another mind blowing kiss that allowed the two of them to ravage one another's mouth as their respective tongues tangoed about with more passion than any pair of dancers had ever been able to manage. She tasted of vanilla and cinnamon (pwp writers agree – these are the most likely Buffy flavors! – though lavender is also a close contender) and he couldn't seem to get enough as he plunged again and again between her teeth to grope her palate.

One delicate perfectly manicured hand (with only a little vamp dust under the nails) sought to gain access to what lay beneath the back of the jeans as it struggled to insert itself between his backside and the tight denim while the nails of the other hand lightly grazed his neck, leaving pale red lines on the delicate skin.

Finally they came up for air. "You taste so good, Watcher-mine…" Buffy purred.

"Not as sweet as my beautiful Slayer, I'm sure." He meant it. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, inside and out. She was his reason for living, his…but enough of that…he could worry about that in more substantial fics.

She giggled as his hand fumbled unsuccessfully at the clasp of her silky bra that invariably would match the panties he would find later. "You could just rip it off, my Ripper. This isn't going fast enough anyway. Too many clothes."

"And too much talk," he growled covering her mouth with a finger which she promptly nipped. He moaned, "I've waited so long…"

"And I…" she didn't finish the sentence, not remembering the answer, but knowing it wasn't important.

Suddenly Giles pulled back and she felt his passion withdraw. Worried she looked at him. The desire was plain in his green eyes which had darkened several shades deeper than she was accustomed to, but something was obviously wrong. Panic seized her, "Don't you want?"

As an answer, he grabbed an anxious hand and placed it on his growing evidence of his desire for her. Buffy almost moaned as she felt the gigantic erection straining the fabric. Even though this action seemed extremely un-Giles like, it was something he'd done in hundreds of other fics, so why not? [Author's note: As we all know, the male erection is a sign of true love, right up there with the passionately returned kiss! ;^)]

"Buffy, I can't even begin to tell you how much I want this, have waited for this. But I have to know we aren't just being hasty. If Buffy/Giles is going to happen at all, it needs to be 'a forever thing,' to quote you quaint Americans. I simply couldn't bare it (nope, that's not a typo, that's a pun!) otherwise."

She gazed deep into his [circle your favorite – jade, emerald, aquamarine, chartreuse, beryl, forest, grass, kelly, lime, moss, sage, sea, veridian] green eyes which may or may not have a funny little patch of hazel in the left one, but which had definitely managed to darken with his desire. Knowing that he was as unsure of himself as the proverbial deer in the headlights, Buffy cautiously put up a hand to stroke his cheek. Immediately he leaned it to it. "Of course, Giles. I'm sure I've undergone a thorough introspective process or at least had a profound epi-thingy…"

{Epiphany,} Giles supplied through their non-existent mental bond that had formed so startlingly during that first life-altering kiss.

"Right…epiphany and you are all I want for the rest of my short little Slayer life."

"I'm not too old for you? No 'but you're old and it's very, very gross'? You're not just rebounding from some prat? What about Riley, or, god forbid, Angel?"

"Angel? Riley…wait…have I even met a Riley yet? Let's not even talk about Spike. Where are we in the storyline, anyway? Either way, I realize now I never loved him…or them. Or maybe I did. It doesn't matter because I love you more!" {Or was I supposed to wait until after the sex to tell him I loved him?} she thought. Oh well, too late now.

"That's all I needed to hear. Let's get on with it then." Ripper shown through his eyes as he at last let himself repress his repressed side and give himself over to the pleasurable task at hand entirely.

Giles took her earlier suggestion and reached under her shirt to just rip the blasted bra free in one smooth practiced stroke that sent clasps flying and made Buffy wonder where exactly he'd gained that skill. She continued to lace sweet kisses along his neck and shoulders as she whispered, "Now I get to hear you say it…"

Buffy gripped his arms with Slayer strength just to the point of pain as she looked at him with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Okay then, I bloody well want to bloody hear you bloody say it," she growled.

He sighed and gave into her as he began to massage her small creamy breasts trying to ignore the fact that his fingers were going numb from lack of circulation. "Oh, Buffy, luv. More than anything." She relaxed her grip as he continued and lifted off her shirt and the remainder of the brassiere. Buffy arched her back and shoved up her chest to accommodate him as he began to lick and kiss his way around the mounds of flesh, teasing her in an extremely frustrating manner as he carefully avoided the aching, aroused points that stood at attention in salute to his ministrations. "More than life itself…I have since…well that's not important. Don't you see my Slayer, my beautiful Buffy? I live for you…"

"Say it," she gasped, panting as his hands firmly massaged her twin peaks even as his eyes remained fully on her face.

"I love you, and only you, for better or for worse, as long as we both shall live," he told her sincerely, sealing his words by finally allowing his rough palm to brush across the alert little buds that faced him, eliciting a groan of pleasure in response.

Buffy rejoiced at his words but had to caution him. "Careful there. You're getting dangerously close to a commitment there that would lead to plottage."

"Sorry, love." Buffy couldn't help but notice the slight difference in British intonation between that word and his earlier 'luv.'

Giles took her left nipple into his mouth and began to suck. The erotic pull made her feel the blood rush to her nether lips as the warm wet pool that was her orgasm began to build. When he felt the nipple harden to the point of extreme tenderness, he switched to her right to give it equal attention. Buffy accommodated him as he began to unclasp her jeans and reach his hand inside to feel her lacy undergarments and to stroke her throbbing core, her slick mound, her aching center, her soaked curls, her pleasure slit, her honey-pot, her waiting womanhood.

Giles was quite pleased as he noted the sight of the tight little curls that peeked at him providing him once and for all with the knowledge of whether or not his Slayer was a natural blonde. They shared a quick grin at her secret and then he continued.

Though the fabric he teased her, pressing hard on her clit and pushing his fingers as far into her entrance as far as the silky barrier would allow. Buffy struggled to remain upright, her legs spread as far as her jeans would allow, aching for him. She growled in frustration as she remained at the brink struggling to go over. "Please, Giles…"

"I'm going to slay you," she said between clenched teeth as she stood leaning against him for support.

"No, I rather doubt that, love." His fingers were bathed in her juices, and knowing she was more than ready, he slipped his hand past the last layer of clothing and let a pair of fingers enter her moisture while his thumb found her clit. The first touch forced a small scream past her lips which he silenced with his mouth as she unconsciously bucked against him. His fingers pressed further inward, pushing at her walls, stretching her for what was to come and rubbing the tender intimate flesh that conveyed pleasure to her at his every touch as he thrust forth into her. Twice more and then he felt her come around him.

Gently, he withdrew as Buffy whimpered at the loss, gazing up with him at big doe eyes that almost made him laugh with joy. Giles used his finger tips to sooth the swollen flesh as he slid her jeans down her thighs still holding her upright and allowed them to hit the ground where she stepped out of them leaving herself only in her underwear. (For some reason, socks and shoes were never a problem – they seemed to conveniently disappear at times like this. It's probably safest if we don't bother to ask where it is that they might have gone.)

When Buffy'd recovered sufficiently, Giles suddenly felt his own groin being massaged as she did a similar routine with his jeans. When they slid past his thighs she let out a soft laugh and he grinned. He wasn't commando, but still she was quite pleasantly surprised. She'd spent a great deal of time trying to decide on boxers or briefs and whether they would be white cotton or tweed or whether they'd be a racy silk red or navy blue with a British flag, or…but she realized this was just right. Here was the personality of her Giles at last. He smiled at her reaction and held his hands over hers as she guided the slip of fabric to the ground.

Buffy's mouth formed an oh as she beheld the magnificent Glorificus (no, no…bad reference) sight that greeted her. "Oh Giles! I like!"

"Surpasses! You are much bigger than Angel/Riley/Parker/Spike/Xander that time I walked in on him in the shower, or any other male I have ever or shall ever have the opportunity of seeing!"

"Well dear, this is a BeeGee fanfic, and I am Giles after all, so that's to be expected. Shall we take it for a spin?"

Buffy grinned wickedly as she encircled him and he involuntarily bucked into her palm. "Let's shall," she whispered throatily into his ear as she let her body slide down past his, particularly enjoying the tickling of his chest hair on her bare breasts (as she knew she would!), until she was kneeling in front of him.

Giles suddenly got a very worried expression on his face. "Uh, Buffy? What are you doing?"

"You're a very smart little Watcher." She stroked his turgid length once with a single finger. "Why don't you," she flicked the tip, "examine all the evidence," she swirled the drop of liquid she found there over the uncircumcised head, pushing back the foreskin to reveal him fully (Why is he always uncircumcised? I mean, I know he's British, but still? Isn't there one fic writer out there brave enough to make the snip – oh well, far be if for me to be the first), "look at all the facts," she brought the finger up to her mouth to lick it thoughtfully, then smiled up at him finding him positively sweet and tasty, "and guess."

"Giles, if I weren't, I wouldn't do this." {The author doesn't think I should and tried to stop me,} she added mentally, {but screw the author, this is a pwp, dammit.} With that she took him into her waiting mouth and let her tongue swirl around the sensitive head, lipping the tender coronal band and teasing the little muscle that connected the extra layer of skin. Finally, she began to suck, while running him back and forth across her palate and encasing the rest of him with her warm hand.

A soft "Dear Lord," wafted down to her as two strong hands came down to brace themselves on her shoulders.

Buffy was careful with him, recalling that her Slayer strength wasn't always a good thing, but firm as she continued to work him while using her other hand to massage his scrotum.

Giles eventually let himself relax and felt the waves of pleasure from her hot mouth consume him as a promise of what was to come. He had to restrain himself painfully to keep from bucking into her. Eventually he felt the tell-tale tightening and used what little strength he could gather to push Buffy back. She looked up at him with hesitation and question in her eyes wondering if he was rejecting her.

"Unless you want this to end right here, we'd better stop," he said in a deep, throaty voice she'd never heard before.

She withdrew slowly. "But Giles, I don't mind, really. I haven't done it for others, but I can do it for you."

Against what his body screamed at him, Giles sighed and said softly, "No. Not this time at least."

[Author's response to Buffy: sorry, but Giles is just a mere man after all…and I don't want to have to write all that time-filler while he recovers sufficiently to continue the fic. Deal with it…no, stop pouting! Damn you, you know I can't resist…awk!]

Giles maintained eye contact with her as he tenderly drew her to a standing position, knowing the sense in the author's words…after all, he might be in good shape, but he was hardly twenty anymore.

Wordlessly he guided her to the bed that just happened to be nearby. He had planned to scoop her up and lay her down on the waiting green satin sheets that had been turned back so invitingly by the writer of the fic, but his plans were rudely interrupted when his grinning Slayer picked him instead and threw him down before pouncing beside him.

"Vixen!" [Comment from my friend the W/T aficionado: Why don't BeeGees get their own damn lines and quit using Willow/Tara quotes? Huh?]

"Of course…did you expect anything else?" She started to grope him once more but he sat up introducing yet another interruption before the final climax…uh, conclusion.

"Um, Buffy? I don't exactly have a condom handy either because this isn't my bed, or because I simply don't have one. I don't think we want to risk it."

"Relax. I've got one," she said producing a foil package from somewhere. "And I'm on the pill, and I don't think this story's going to last long enough to deal with such issues anyway." Realizing that it wasn't needed she threw the condom aside and started to assault his body with her kisses once again, stopping to lick and suck when she reached his nipples.

"God, Buffy," he yelped when she nipped the vein that throbbed in his neck. "Is there something you haven't told me?"

"Yes, lots of things. But I assure you that I'm still 100% human…well, with a little Slayer mixed in." Smiling, she drew his head down to her chest to let him listen to the fast-beating evidence of the life that welled up in her.

Suddenly he grinned wolfishly. "Maybe I can repay your earlier favor." He shimmed down until he could nuzzle her through the soaked lacy fabric that still covered the last bit of her. She whimpered incoherently at the waves of heat that rushed through her at his touch which affected her more than any she'd known. Giles slid the underwear down and she kicked them off, then froze as she felt his tongue begin to lick at her swollen nether lips.

"Shh…relax. The author's totally okay with it, so if it feels good..." he breathed softly into her musky scent, aching to taste her.

Buffy gasped as the warm tongue pushed into her and she realized that a human tongue was more agile than she'd ever given it credit for. "Oh, yes, very good…" she breathed. Gently he nipped and sucked and prodded until he could feel her on the edge again. At the very last moment he plunged his fingers into her once more as he leapt up to cover her mouth with his own once more. His Buffy was a screamer and if there was anyone around wherever they were…his house, her house, dorm room, Council dungeon, cabin in the woods, whatever, then…

The taste of herself in his mouth only intensified the orgasm and this time it slammed through her so hard that she twitched and rocked against his hand and the tears came to her eyes and streamed down her face. Giles removed his hand and wiped it off on the sheets so he could brush away the tears, knowing they had nothing to do with pain or sadness. He marveled at how beautiful she was at this moment and the tenderness in his eyes caught Buffy's own breath.

Slowly they moved together and kissed once more, gently this time without tongue and simply held one another for a moment. Then Buffy began to become aware of a hardness that rested against her thigh. Grinning she rubbed up against it hard, gratified by the hiss that escaped between Giles' clenched teeth. "I think it's time to do it all together now, Once More With Feeling," she told him as she rolled over on her back and spread herself for him.

Giles nodded and brushed back her hair while he positioned himself on top of her. He spread her with his fingers and rested his tip at her waiting entry then looked at her with a question in his eyes.

Understanding, Buffy whispered, "Slow. Just for the first time, I want to experience you all the way in." She nearly regretted that as he took her at her word and painstakingly lowered himself centimeter by centimeter (it's metric since he's British). Finally when he'd gotten several inches inside (non-metric since she's a bloody American) and she could feel her walls stretching to accommodate him, she whipped her legs around him with Slayer speed and plunged him down into her. Both of their eyes widened with surprise as she took him fully.

"Always." This was a forever thing indeed. Watcher and Slayer, the Chosen Ones were as they were meant to be at last (as any BeeGee knows).

Realizing she was crushing him slightly she relaxed her arms around his trunk and her legs around his pelvis to allow him to start thrusting. She almost cried out at the loss as he drew almost out of her but soon she was filled completely once more. Buffy reveled at the feel of him buried inside her, sending shivers of pleasure with each plunge bringing the Watcher and Slayer together as one – as they were always meant to be. She massaged his back as he continued to thrust rhythmically, trying to keep the nails in to avoid leaving scratches.

Giles couldn't believe the feel of her. She was so hot and though not virginal, still incredibly tight as she sheathed him perfectly. At that, he knew this was the way it would always be. Nothing else mattered, not their ages, not their destinies or their violent past. Nothing mattered but the love that was being physically spoken between them.

He knew he was coming close, but this was different than he'd ever felt. The feelings building in him were more than he'd ever experienced before. He rolled them over to allow Buffy to take over, whispering, "Your turn, dearheart."

She smiled, the rising orgasm plain in her own face as she began to pump for both of them. As a force even stronger than before slammed through her she called out his name and collapsed on top of him, the strong waves of her muscular walls pulling him over the edge with her.

As Giles plunged from the greatest height he'd ever known down into the depths so deep they threatened to overwhelm him, he called out the name of Buffy allowing his primal voice to mingle with hers, not even noticing whether she was saying "Giles" or "Rupert" and not caring either as the voices of BeeGees everywhere cheered them on.

Both wanted it to last forever, and it almost seemed that it did. Eventually, however, the tides began to ebb and their breathing returned to normal as their heart beats slowed and matched one another.

"Now what?" Buffy asked him with a soft smile as she continued to cradle him, careful to keep their bodies connected and not to let him slip out.

Giles reached up to brush her cheek and then pulled her head to his as their lips met tenderly. Suddenly, they both begin to feel him stir to life once more and Giles marveled again at how she affected him, even as the author was forced to bite back her earlier concerns about our favorite Watcher's stamina. "Another time, perhaps?"

Suddenly both of them jumped and nearly leapt out of their joined skins. The door to wherever they were squeaked as it was pushed open by the Slayerettes or the Scoobies, whichever, which included Xander and Willow, and any respective lovers they might have at the moment.

Buffy and Giles, still wrapped in one another, immediately stopped their motions and both looked over at the gang. "Hey guys!" the blonde Slayer announced joyfully a huge grin of anticipation lighting her features as she thought of all the fun that was to come. "Did anyone remember the whipped cream?"

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