__Original Sin__
By Angelwakes



Buffy Summers had a secret.

She had had a crush since Highschool.

It wasn't just any old crush, it was a full blown unadalterated mad passionate lusting for one deliciously sexy man. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters to never ever date, the kind fathers saw off with a shotgun and the kind that made every good girl long to be bad.

Buffy wanted Ripper Giles.

Not her Watcher Rupert Giles, the person who supported and partnered her. No, she wanted his alter-ego Ripper. They had all seen glimpses of Ripper, the thing with Ethan in the library, the mayor and the sword, other times his temper flared and Ripper came through but only for a moment and the time when Ripper made his longest appearance the time every adult channelled their inner teenager.

What no one knew was each time he appeared heat shot through her until she was aching with need and had to make a speedy trip to the girls' toilet to relieve her frustrations.

The Band Candy incident.

Buffy still got hot flushes when she remembered the way his butt had looked in those tight jeans and the muscles in his arms and his abs perfectly shown off by the sinfully tight white t-shirt. She also knew what it felt like to be kissed by Ripper thanks to her mother's memories of that night. Buffy wasn't sure if the fact the knowledge stopped at kissing bothered her because thinking about her mother and sex was just wrong or, if it was because she really wanted to know how Ripper made love, twice, and on a police car to boot. She rather suspected it was the second.

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Rupert Giles had a secret.

He was two people. The sensible, dedicated Watcher and the rebellious, lascivious, Ripper. He rarely let Ripper out to play unless severely provoked or, as in the candy incident, magic was involved. After events in the past Rupert Giles never ever intentionally let Ripper surface.

Until now.

Next week he was going to England to head the new Watchers' Council. It would be a long, hard undertaking and he would be the example every other Watcher followed. Ripper had no place in his new life but Rupert still remembered the good times as Ripper, before all the badness, the times with the music, the drinks and the women, especially the women. One last hurrah; he was going to allow himself one last great descent into Ripperness, and then no more, Ripper would be history.

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The relationship between Watcher and Slayer had been improving since the final destruction of the Hellmouth. They were friends, equals, both adults and their close bond was a gift they each treasured.

Buffy loved the closeness she shared with Giles and she didn't want to jeopardize this by introducing lust into their friendship. Her Watcher had never indicated he felt anything but friendship for her and as he was leaving soon she didn't want to spoil their last few days together so she settled for his affection rather than Ripper's obvious talents.

She sighed, Giles was out somewhere tonight saying he needed some 'alone time' and she felt like drowning her sorrows. Everyone else was busy so she decided to hit one of the local bars which had a slightly less than savoury reputation, nothing too bad, just a little on the rough side, like Ripper. She smiled to herself and went to get ready, she needed just the right kind of outfit for tonight, not slutty just slightly wanton.

Ripper strutted into the bar exuding lust with every step. From the tips of his scuffed Docs to his tousled bed-hair he was sex personified. A pair of tight jeans worn in all the right places caressed his legs and ass, his white tee shirt was rolled up at the sleeves to expose wonderfully muscled arms, a black leather motorcycle jacket was held over one shoulder and an earring twinkled in his ear, but it was the look in his eyes that promised untold delights, Ripper was well and truly in control and he wanted to play.

Several women, and a few men, noticed his entrance and an air of anticipation started to gather in the bar. Variations of the same thought were running through their minds. Who will he pick? Oh God please let it be me!

Running a practised eye over the patrons Ripper noticed a petite blonde sitting at the bar with her back to him. She was wearing a black miniskirt that barely covered her ass, her long legs seemed to go on forever and ended with delicate feet in high-heeled strappy sandals and a red halter top that left her back bare except for two ties, one at the top and one in the middle of her back. His fingers itched to undo them and discover the delights the top concealed. He glanced in the mirror behind the bar and faltered for a split second.

The blonde was his Slayer, forbidden territory. Giles had vowed to never become involved with any of the Scoobies, no matter how enticing they were, and he was determined to honour his oath. Just one small snag though, he had also vowed to let Ripper take charge tonight and Ripper had made no such promise. To be true to himself he had to follow Ripper's instincts tonight and Ripper had settled on the blonde. Ripper wanted Buffy.

He walked up behind the oblivious Slayer and drawled, "'Ello luv, can I get you a drink?"

Buffy stiffened, her hand clenched on the glass of wine on the bar. She closed her eyes, it was a dream, she had spent so many nights dreaming of that voice seducing her that she was now hearing him while she was awake.

Ripper glared at the man seated next to Buffy and then threw his jacket on the now empty barstool. Sitting facing her he glanced at her still full wineglass and called the bartender over. "Jack, straight up."

Buffy slowly opened her eyes. 'Please, oh please let it be real.' The image revealed was enough to send a delicious shiver down her back. Oh boy she was in trouble. Her deepest, darkest fantasy was sitting, in flesh and blood, in front of her. She watched as he reached for the shot and her eyes watched the play of his throat muscles as he downed the fiery spirit in one long, smooth, gulp. This was it. The moment of truth arrived, Ripper or Giles? Who was running the ship tonight? He replaced the glass and his eyes swept up her body finally reaching her face. She gasped as their eyes met.

"Ripper!" She breathed

"At your service, luv."

Fire pooled in her belly and the tops of her legs went numb. Yeah, she was in so much trouble. The observers deflated. It was obvious this guy was taken tonight, as the chemistry the pair was giving off was palpable in its' intensity.

"Come on, let's blow this place." He stood and pulled her off the stool grinning wickedly at her gasp when their bodies brushed as he lowered her to the floor. Tossing a note on the bar, Ripper swept up his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. The signals were clear: my property, hands off! He placed an arm around her and steered her through the people until they were outside facing the biggest, blackest motorcycle Buffy had ever seen.

'No way he couldn't possibly, could he?' She asked herself.

He could and he did. Loosening his arm, he straddled the bike denim stretching across that wonderful ass. Buffy slipped her arms inside the jacket and climbed up behind him.

"Hold on!"

Buffy slipped her arms around his waist feeling the taut stomach muscles contract at her touch and laying her cheek against his back she took a deep breath of pure Ripper, cigarettes, musk and some other indescribable wholly masculine scent. She shivered again.

The engine purred to life and with a squeal of rubber they left the bar far behind. Buffy held on as they sped through the city limits until they were climbing steadily lights twinkling far below them. The bike slowed as Ripper pulled into a deserted lookout overlooking the whole city.

Buffy reluctantly let go of his waist and squeaked as he twisted and, hands at her waist, lifted her clean off her seat, turning back to place her facing him on the petrol tank. She slid down the metal landing in his lap. Wriggling slightly, she bit back a whimper as she came into contact with the ultimate proof of his maleness.

Growling, Ripper crushed her to him and began to devour her mouth. An answering passion tore through her as Buffy matched him kiss for kiss. There was no tenderness or loving, this was raw and primal, two fighters claiming their mate.

Grabbing her hips Ripper pulled Buffy hard against him forcing her legs wider bringing their sexes together. His hands slid to her open thighs and hooking his fingers in her dripping panties he pulled. The delicate silk and lace ripped and cool air rushed against her heated core. Long elegant fingers twisted and teased her into a violent orgasm and as she was still reeling from her release Ripper unbuttoned his flies and freeing his impressive erection he entered her with one violent thrust. Controlling her with his hands he lifted and lowered her in a punishing rhythm until they both came crashing together spent and shaking.

"Wow, now I know what a stevedore is." Buffy rested her head on his shoulder.

"Well actually, luv, it means someone with strength and stamina, lots of stamina." To prove his point he pushed against her and she felt his cock, still inside her, swell and harden. "Ready for another ride luv?"

Her inner muscles clenched him tightly as only a Slayer can causing a feral grin on her lovers face. "Hang on mister, I'm gonna ride you so hard you'll be walking funny for weeks."

"Is that so?" He smirked and began to fuck her senseless again.

How they got back to the hotel was just a blur to Buffy as she gradually awoke the next morning. She was bombarded with sensuous memories of the last night. They had made love all night in various places and positions, only it wasn't lovemaking, there was plenty of sex and talking, but no loving words or touches. It had all been hard and fast and very, very good.

She stretched and her aching muscles protested, she finally knew beyond a doubt what a stevedore was. She knew before she looked beside her that Ripper was gone. Was he gone for good? Buffy was unsure how to behave, was Giles still Ripper? She rather thought not or he would still be there. Would they act as they had before? Had this spoiled their friendship?

A knock on the door jolted her out of her ruminations. A voice called to her, "Buffy are you coming down to breakfast, only we have to finish the database before Giles leaves and he insists your practical experience must be included. Geez he's even got Xander cross-referencing, so get your butt down here soon or I'll come and drag you out of there!"

"Okay Wills, I'll be down in a bit, just got a slight naked problem to take care of first."

"Didn't need to know that."

The Slayer heard as footsteps moved away from her door and back down the stairs. After a much needed shower and a quick face fix-up Buffy took a deep breath and gathering her courage walked into the lobby. Various people were sprawled on different seats and cushions, each with books and papers surrounding them.

"There you are Buffy. Would you kindly come over here and tell Willow how you defeated these demons please, they may have need of such information if they encounter any of these type again."

Buffy's heart sank. It was over. Her one night of passion had finished. She ruefully acknowledged that, while the sex was good, undiluted Ripper all the time would be too much. She needed loving mixed with her passion. Now, if Ripper could blend with a kind, generous, devoted man.... she shivered.

Giles switched into protective mode. "Buffy are you alright? Are you cold?" The tender concern in his gaze warmed her through.

"No, it's alright, I'm just......wait a minute, you said, 'they might have need'. Didn't you mean 'you might have need'? That is the purpose of the thing, after all. To be our reference when you aren't here."

He looked deep into her eyes and satisfied with what he read there he replied; "It was, but Faith has decided to stay here and so I was hoping you would be able to give me a hand setting up the Council. Stop us from turning into another group of stuck up idiots."

"Really?"

The wondrous tone of her voice convinced him that his plan would succeed. Last night, laying with her in his arms, he had finally admitted to himself that Ripper was and always would be a part of him and they both loved the person sleeping on his chest.

"Yes, really my dear. I think it will be the ride of a lifetime. What do you say?"

Her eyes widened at his words, surely he didn't mean what she thought he meant? The flash of heat in his eyes and the hand disappearing into his pocket causing a scrap of black silk to peek out before he hid it out of sight won her over. Giles *and* Ripper, oh boy this was going to be so much fun. Love *and* lust. She could hardly wait.

"When do we start?" She laughed up at him.

He bent and silkily whispered in her ear "We already have luv."

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