__Hard Evidence__
By AngelWakes



The sand sprayed from beneath the tires as Xander skidded the car to a stop in front of a very surprised Watcher. Giles' bewilderment continued as several people burst from the vehicle and piled on top of him, grabbing frantically at any part of his person that they could reach.

"Would someone please tell me what the *hell* is going on!" He bellowed.

The grabbing ceased and Giles could finally ascertain that there were four bodies lying completely or partially on top of him. Andrew, Xander, Anya, Dawn, and... * Good Lord!* Buffy, who was lying in a very intimate position indeed.

"We though you were the First Evil, Giles." Anya went on to explain about the telephone call and their conclusions.

Giles processed this information while ruthlessly quashing his body's response to Buffy's closeness. "I'm glad you're not evil Giles." His Slayer's soft voice distracted him and his control slipped, causing his arousal to harden against her thigh.

Her eyes widened and then, when she moved her leg, they widened even further as he grew in reaction to her provocation. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and missed the look in hers that said, 'who woulda thunk it, her Watcher was huge!'

The others started to stand up, brushing the sand off their clothes as they did. Buffy moved and placed herself between Giles and the others to spare his blushes.

"You guys go on home, I'm going to do some bonding with my non-evil Watcher," 'Oh yeah definitely bonding and maybe some bondage!' The Slayer's grin was wicked.

Anya immediately caught on and with a 'tell me details later' glare herded Xander, Andrew and Dawn back to the car leaving the pair alone in the desert with only a campfire for light.

As the red taillights faded Giles struggled to raise himself and Buffy extended her hand to pull him up so that he was seated on the desert floor in front of her. "I'm so sorry Buffy." He whispered looking at the ground.

"I'm not."

His head shot up at her matter of fact statement.

"M-may I a-ask why?"

"Because I liked it. It felt good that I could cause you to have that reaction , in fact..." she purred, glancing at his lap "I want to do it again. Soon."

"How soon?" He asked, his confidence returning at the naked longing on his Slayer's face.

"Now."

The potentials would be questing until morning; and with that thought, the last of his control snapped. With a wicked grin, unknowingly matching Buffy's earlier one, Giles leaned back and invited her to do her worst.

'Oh boy! Hello Ripper!' With a deep breath she moved in above her horizontal Watcher. This playful Giles aroused her. He was different, but still her Giles and she knew he would never deliberately hurt her. With this in mind she moved in for the kill and tickled him.

"B-b-buffy!" He was a mass of giggles.

She grinned at him and they both relaxed as she ceased tormenting him and lay down facing him. It was fine taking the lead, but Buffy wanted her Watcher to be in control, giving him the lead in this new part of their relationship.

"I have to know Buffy is this... I mean... Do you...?"

She gently placed a finger on his lips.

"I love you Giles. When I thought you were dead..." her eyes reflected the total despair she had felt. "...I wanted to die, for good this time."

Giles tried to communicate in one look love, respect and desire and then decided actions would speak louder than words.

He opened his mouth and gently sucked her finger between his lips, his eyes watching hers the whole time.

As she gasped at the sensation of wet warmth he ran his tongue around her fingertip and sucked, hard. Her eyes darkened in response and Giles began to flick his tongue over the tip mimicking what he wanted to do to another part of her body.

With a moan Buffy pulled her finger from his mouth and wrestled her way out of her jacket, leaving her clad in just a thin top. Giles could see the result of his ministrations in her pebbled nipples. He quickly divested himself of his jacket and sweater.

He stretched himself out on top of her and lowered his head for their first kiss. Lips brushed once, twice, then fused together exploring, tasting, mapping out previously forbidden territory. Breaking to draw breath Giles realised that at some point Buffy's hands had worked their way under his shirt and were fluttering up and down his sides.

"Wow! That was amazing." Buffy's skin was flushed with desire as she slipped her hands around her Watcher to pull him back down for a repeat performance.

Giles skillfully avoided her lips and placed a series of small kisses along her jaw until he reached her ear, he nipped her earlobe and was rewarded with a moan and perfectly manicured nails digging in his back.

"Alright so far?" He whispered in her ear and with a shiver Buffy breathed "Oh yeah, very ok, Watchermine."

She pushed him off her and while kneeling beside him, slowly removed her top. Her already sensitive nipples hardened further in the cooler night. Giles feasted his eyes on her with unashamed desire and she shuddered in response to his searching gaze.

"My turn now." Buffy reached out and began undoing his shirt buttons. He slipped it off his shoulders and waited for her reaction to his not-so-young body.

"Mmmmm chest hair, that's a first for me."

He lowered her to the ground covering her with his body and rubbed their naked chests together. The friction on her sensitized nipples sent a wave of pure heat to her groin.

"Oh please. touch me Giles. please... ooohhh!" He took one of her aching buds in his mouth and mirroring his earlier actions sucked, hard.

She arched her back whimpering at the need built in her, at his touch. If he could do this to her above the waist, just think when he moved below. The thought sent another swell of fire washing through her and she grabbed his head and pulled him up for another mind blowing kiss bringing his erection flush with her heated center.

Giles stilled in amazement, his beautiful Buffy writhing beneath him, all this passion for only him, his touch alone caused this.

"I love you Buffy."

Her eyes glittered with unshed tears, "I love you too, Rupert."

Hearing her use his given name, coupled with a declaration of love sent bolts of desire shooting down every nerve of his body. With a low growl, he ripped her slacks open and plunged his hand inside her panties, to find her wet and throbbing with need.

She thrust up into his hand while Giles used her own fluids for lubrication and began to slowly circle her clit with one long dexterous finger.

Buffy almost incoherent with desire gasped out, "Need... you... now... oh... god... now... inside... me..."

He removed his hand, slipped off her shoes, and peeled the remains of her slacks and damp panties down her legs. Then as Buffy watched, quivering on the edge of release, Giles removed his shoes and socks before undoing his zipper and revealing...

'Oh my, wow!'

She licked her lips and his knees went weak thinking of other uses for that tongue, but she was shaking with need and as a Watcher he had been taught to be attentive to his Slayer's needs.

He lay down on top of her positioning himself at her heated entrance,

"I love you so very much my dear."

"Me too... ... ... yeesss!"

With one thrust he was inside and then he drew back slowly only to thrust in again deeper and faster. He set a bruising pace, directed by the passionate response of his love.

He felt her walls begin to spasm and with one final thrust he exploded as her Slayer muscles clamped around him in her release.

He collapsed on top of her for a few breathless moments and then rolled off to face her. He gently stroked her dampened hair off her face and smiled at the picture she made lying next to him totally sated and content.

"I could get used to this." Buffy smiled lovingly at him. "But can the next time be sand free please." She grinned at him.

"Yes Buffy, I believe I can arrange that. Any other requests?" He kissed her softly.

"Just one... let me love you forever."

"Forever. I can live with that."

* * *