__Eyes Closed__
By Andrea
He was drunk. He smelled of scotch and old books. It
was an odd smell.
She'd come to the apartment to see how he was doing.
He'd been distant and aloof all day and she was
concerned. Now, she was glad she came by.
She found him sprawled on the stairs, an empty bottle
at the bottom. When he saw her, he tried to send her
away but she wouldn't hear of it. She wanted to
manuever him to the couch but that was easier said
than done. After what seemed like the hundredth time,
she was finally able to get him to hang on her long
enough so that she could get him to the couch safely.
Carrying him was a chore in itself. Because he was
plastered and almost out of it completely, he was dead
weight. And to top it all off, he kept mumbling and
rambling incoherently. Now, she was trying to keep him
in a sitting position but that was impossible.
"Giles, please?" she pleaded trying to hold him up.
"Ummm...please what? I'll beee fine." he slurred, his
head falling forward, his eyes slowly slipping closed.
"No way, Giles. Not until you either sober up or fall
asleep."
"How can I sshlleep with you here?" he mumbled. "I'm
not tired."
"Yes you are." she said, sitting across from him on
the coffee table. "Sleepy time, Giles."
He shook his head. "No. Let's play."
"We can't play."
He pouted."You're nooo fun."
She stared at him for a moment before saying, "Okay,
Nappy time."
He shook his head again and his eyes closed. He leaned
forward and inhaled her scent. He smiled. He vaguely
wondered when she got here but didn't really care. All
that mattered was that she was here.
He reached out to grab her waist and pulled her
forward so that she was straddling his lap. Before she
had a chance to protest, Giles, his eyes still closed,
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a
rough kiss. His mouth pressed hard on hers and he
nipped and sucked at her lips until she opened them
for him. He slipped his tongue inside and explored
every nook and cranny of her warm mouth.
Even in his drunken state, he was still able to
recognize the lavender perfume she wore. She was the
only one who ever wore that perfume and everytime he
smelled lavender, he thought of her. Dreamed of her.
Fantasized of her.
Now, he was kissing her and loving it. His fantasy
come true.
He felt her tongue mingle with his almost violently
and he moaned. They were both trying to dominate the
kiss, each of them biting and nipping until finally
she sucked his tongue into her mouth which caused him
to groan loudly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her
fingers in his hair, tugging on it just as she was
tugging his bottom lip into her mouth. She had never
been kissed like this before. It was animalistic and
passionate and it made every nerve in her body stand
on edge.
After what seemed like an eternity, they both pulled
away breathless. Eyes still closed, he let go of her
and fell back on the couch, a satisfied smile on his
face.
He sighed contentedly and said," Willow." right before
he passed out.
She sat there in shock.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Buffy slowly got
off his lap and walked unsteadily to the door.
Shaking, she opened it and giving Giles one last sad
look, closed the door behind her.
Leaning against the door, she took several deep
breaths.
"He thought I was Willow. Why did he think I was
Willow?" she asked herself out loud.
As she raised her hand to push back a strand of hair,
she got a whiff of her perfume.
'OH GOD!' she thought, as she recognized the scent. It
wasn't her usual perfume. She'd run out of her own and
asked Willow if she could borrow some of hers.
Willow's lavender perfume that she always wore.
"He smelled the lavender and assumed I was Willow."
Buffy said, tears creeping into her voice. " He wasn't
kissing me passionately. He was kissing Willow.
Passionately."
And at that realization, Buffy sank slowly to the
ground and cried.
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