Single White Slayer
Chapter 4 - Someone To Watch Over Me

written by Gileswench




Anya let herself into Xander's apartment only to be greeted by the sight of her boyfriend and Willow's girlfriend sitting on the floor in front of the sofa wracked with uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"Xander! What's going on here?"

The two looked up at the ex-demon before doubling over with laughter again.

"Stop that! Why are you laughing like that? Is it about me?"

Xander sobered almost immediately and went to her, still giggling, and pulled her into a hug.

"No, honey. We were (snort) just laughing at a movie. It's not about you, An."

"It really is the movie" the witch assured her. "Especially the 'nuclear wessels'." With that the two cracked up again.

"You were watching a movie without me? Why didn't you wait for me?"

"Anya, it's Star Trek. You don't like Star Trek and Tara does."

"So you're bonding with her?"

"You could say that, yeah."

"I-in a non-threatening kind of way." Tara added. "And I should be leaving now. Willow's probably home by this time. Thanks Xander. And you might want to let Anya see what I wrote. I'll see you guys later."

When Tara was gone, Anya turned to Xander.

"What did she mean by that? That thing about what she wrote?"

"I dunno. Oh, wait, I do! She drew my name in the great personal ad derby. That's why she stopped by. She was delivering it." He pulled the long-forgotten scrap of paper out of his pocket. "Here it is: 'SWM, 20, seeks former demon, 1200 going on 20 for fulfillment of heart, soul, and body. Unfailing loyalty a must from me to you as well as you to me'. This gives new meaning to the words I couldn't have said it better myself."

"This one is more poetic than yours. But I liked the one you wrote, too. Here, see if this is better than what I wrote for me. Giles wrote this." She handed over a sheet of paper.

"Okay, let's see what the G-man wrote: 'SWF, old as time, young as spring seeks SWM for love, support, explanations of social niceties. In return, I offer eternal devotion, orgasms.' I can't believe he wrote that!"

"Well, is it better than mine?"

"No, honey. He just took a lot more words to say what you did."

* * * * *

Giles stood nervously as he awaited his date. What would she be like? Not for the first time, he regretted the impulse that had led to his acceptance of Buffy's challenge. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, then pulled them out again as he saw a familiar figure approach the restaurant. Wonderful! Buffy was coming through the door, and she would see his date at the same time he did.

Buffy took one last deep breath before she pushed the door open. Whoever she was meeting must be fairly well-to-do. She'd never have been able to afford a place like this. Her hand froze on the handle as she recognized the tall man standing waiting for a table. Giles. Great. He was bringing his date here, too. Now she wouldn't be able to gloss over the truth of how her date had gone when they talked about it. Then again, neither could he. This might not be quite so bad after all.

As Buffy slid her coat off her shoulders, Giles swallowed hard. A red dress. She wore a red dress. His mystery date had said she would wear red. This had to be a coincidence.

Buffy finally met Giles' eye. Then she looked at his tie. Dark green with a pattern of gold fleur de lys. That was how her date had said she would recognize him. No way. This could not be happening.

"Um, Giles... I think you may be my date."

"I'm beginning to think you may be right."

The two looked quizzically at one another with raised eyebrows before bursting into laughter.

"Okay, this proves once and for all that this was not the best idea I've ever had."

Giles' laughter died on his lips.

"Yes, well... if you'd rather not..."

"Giles. I didn't say that. Or, I didn't mean to say it anyway. Me and my big mouth. Look, we're here, we're hungry, and there's a Fred Astaire movie in the offing. What's not to rather? And at least this way, I know I won't be fighting off an octopus later tonight."

"Are you quite certain about that, Buffy?"

"What are you planning on getting grabby with me? 'Cause I know all your moves, Mister."

"Wh - I didn't mean that! We do live on the Hellmouth, you know. The unexpected has a way of happening here." He schooled his face into the very picture of innocence. "Besides, I thought I was going on a date."

Before Buffy could reply, they were led to their table. Giles guided her with a hand at the small of her back, and waited until she was seated before taking his own chair.

As they ate, they talked of one thing and another. Finally Buffy had to learn the answer to the question that had been nagging at her since she'd realized who she was meeting.

"So tell me, Giles; since when do you like sappy old Fred Astaire musicals?"

"Since I was a boy. In fact, at one time I rather fancied I'd like to dance in the movies myself."

"Was this before or after you wanted to sell groceries from your fighter plane?"

"Before. I think I must have been about seven at the time. unfortunately, even then I had no talent for it."

"How do you know?"

"Because I broke my nose trying one of the more athletic routines involving furniture."

Buffy couldn't suppress her laughter. "And here I always thought you did that fighting some demon, or in a bar fight in your Ripper days or something."

"Well now you know the dread truth. I did it when I fell off a chair I was dancing with and ran my face into the dining table. And if anyone we know ever learns the truth, I shall know who to punish."

Somehow, though, he couldn't make his face look as severe as the words he said.

* * * * *

The movie turned out to be one Buffy had never seen before called Damsel In Distress. Giles seemed to know the film rather well, and both enjoyed it tremendously. The Gershwin music was lovely, the dance routines were imaginative, and George Burns and Gracie Allen were extremely funny.

Afterwards, they sauntered slowly to Giles' car discussing the movie as they went.

"The whole story was so funny. I liked the part where Fred Astaire thinks he's talking to the gardener, but he's really a lord. That was a crack up."

"P. G. Wodehouse." Giles replied enigmatically.

"Huh?"

"P. G. Wodehouse. He wrote the script. That joke was typical of his work."

"Wrote a lot of movie scripts, did he?"

"Some. He's better known for his novels and short stories, though. They're all very much like that."

"Short stories? I could read short stories like that."

"Would you like to? I've a couple of his books you could borrow if you like?"

"Yeah, I think I'd like."

"Then let's go to my flat and we can have a cup of tea and find you a book."

Neither one mentioned to the other how glad they were of an excuse to draw out the evening.

* * * * *

Buffy drained her teacup and set it down with a twinge of regret.

"I should probably go. It's late, and I still have to patrol. Not to mention, I think I'd better change into something a little less formal before I do. High heels are of the good when you're on a date with somebody really tall, but they're not the most practical for demon squashing."

"Yes, well, and it would be a pity to spoil such a lovely dress."

"You like it? I didn't think you were into women's clothes. Not that you're... I'll just shut up now."

"I believe I can put your mind at ease in that I am not a transvestite. But I did notice how very nice you look this evening. I may not have been what you had in mind for a date, but I enjoyed myself thoroughly, and I hope you did the same."

"That's a relief. On both fronts. And I know I wasn't exactly what you were expecting either."

"Perhaps not. Then again, we do live on the Hellmouth." He moved to retrieve his jacket. "And Buffy? I wasn't in the least disappointed."

"Me neither. Actually, it's the nicest date I've had in a long time."

"Come on, then, I'll drive you home."

* * * * *

Giles pulled his car to a stop in front of the house on Revello Drive. Neither moved for a moment. Finally, Buffy turned to Giles.

"I really did have a nice time tonight."

"I'm glad. And so did I."

"I'd... better get in now. Mom's probably waiting up to see how it went and she really needs her rest still."

"Yes. Yes of course. Oh, and don't forget the book."

As he handed it to her, their hands brushed against one another. Then their eyes met. For a long minute neither moved. Then Buffy slowly closed the distance between them and kissed Giles softly.

When she went to pull back, Giles reached out to touch her cheek, and gently guided her back to him. He kissed her gently, chastely as Buffy's arms raised to drape around his neck. His arms slid around her waist and held her to him.

Their kisses grew more insistent as they held one another. Buffy's lips parted, inviting Giles to taste her more fully; an invitation he gladly accepted.

After several minutes of this delightful activity, Giles pulled back. He rested his forehead against Buffy's as he continued to caress her back.

"I think we'd best stop that for now."

"You're probably right. I don't want to rush into anything. Not so soon." Her hands continued to run themselves softly through his hair.

"After Riley. I understand."

"Giles?"

"Yes, Buffy?"

"Could we go out again sometime?"

He kissed her forehead. "I'd like that very much."

"When?"

"I'm not sure. Not tomorrow, though. I'm afraid I already accepted a date."

He felt Buffy giggle against him. "So did I. Too bad it's too late to cancel."

"I agree absolutely. Still, never mind. There will be plenty of other nights. Now you'd best get inside." He kissed her one last time before she got out of the car. "Shall I walk you to the door?"

"Better not. I want to break this one to Mom slowly."

He did, however, wait until he was certain she'd gotten in the door safely before driving away.

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