__Your Underwear__
By Dword



The pounding beat of the bass rolled through the library as Buffy did her
aerobic workout and Giles read in his office. Through the open door he
could see Buffy as she did her Step routine. In her bright pink and purple
spandex exercise outfit she was any man's fantasy come to life. She
was definitely Giles', and with her back to him, he looked to his heart's
content.

I wanna be the T-shirt when it's wet

Wanna be the shower when you sweat.

I gotta be the tattoo on your skin.

Yeah, lemme be your bed baby when you climb in.

I wanna be the sheets when you sleep

Lemme be the secrets that you keep

As if on a string, Giles was pulled out of his chair, out of his office, and
closer to his Slayer. He grabbed her bottle of water as he walked
toward her. Just as he got close Buffy stopped and turned to face him.
She picked up her towel and put it around her neck, took the bottle from
Giles and flashed him a smile. "Thanks Giles. Perfect timing."

Giles watched, mesmerized as she tipped back her head and swiftly
drank the water. His gaze, locked on her throat, grew more heated with
each deep swallow. She quickly finished and met his gaze. And froze.
What Buffy saw in his deep green eyes heat, desire, need, and love
overwhelmed her. Like a small animal caught in a cobra's power she
was lost in the predatory gleam that had changed Giles' eyes from the
color of grass to a deep forest green. The fire of his gaze triggered an
answering heat deep within Buffy. <this is Giles...what's going on?

Giles smiled as he watched her reaction. "Breathe, Luv."

Buffy inhaled sharply, shocked to realize that she had been holding her
breath. Her heart started to beat hard, the pulse visible at her throat.
Softly, confused, she tried to speak.

"Gi...Giles? What...? I...You..." She was unable to continue when Giles
reached out and trailed his fingers along her throat, stopped to feel her
pulse and finally cupped the back of her head.

"Shhh, don't talk." He said with a low husky whisper just before his lips
met hers with the lightest of touches.

I gotta be the spoon to stir your cream

I wanna be the one to make you scream

I wanna be you lipstick, when you lick it.

I wanna be the high heels, when you kick it.

I wanna be your sweet love babe, yeah when you make it.

From your feet up to your hair, more than anything I swear...

I wanna be...your underwear!



'Oh my god! Giles!'

That was her last coherent thought as he slowly dragged his lips back
and forth against hers. He continued to do this drawing back only when
her lips began to chase his, seeking more contact. When that happened,
Giles drew back with a smile. He looked her over and noted Buffy's
reactions. Her hands clenched tightly around the lapels of his jacket, her
quick shallow breathing, the glazed unfocused quality of her eyes fueled
his desire. That he saw no disgust, horror, or anger only confusion,
curiosity, and the beginnings of an answering desire spurred him to
continue.

His hand still cradled Buffy's head. With a slight tug he pulled her close
and kissed her again. Giles increased the pressure on her lips and
brought his other arm around her waist. At the feel of his hand on the
bare skin between her work out shorts and sports bra Buffy gasped and
her body jerked. The movement brought her hard against Giles' body
and the gasp gave him entrance into her mouth with his tongue. The
combination of the feel of Giles hard thighs pressed against her softness
and the gentle stroking of his tongue along the roof of her mouth caused
her knees to buckle. Her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders, trying
somehow to bring him even closer. With a throaty chuckle he held her
tighter to support her weight. He began to trail his mouth along her jaw,
to her neck, when he reached the soft sweet spot behind her ear Giles
sucked hard and then grazed his mark with his teeth.

I wanna be the itch that you scratch

Wanna be your chair when you relax

I got to be the razor when you shave

Wanna be the habit that really makes you crave.

The soft moans and whimpers from Buffy set off and answering growl
from Giles. He pulled back slightly and gave her a chance to catch her
breath and regain the use of her legs. When he was sure she could
stand on her own he began to run his hands over her shoulders and
down her arms. A feral glow lit his deep green eyes as he noticed
Buffy's arousal, in her labored breathing, in the pounding pulse that was
clearly evident in her throat, and in the way that her hands had
burrowed under his jacket and shirt and clung to his skin. As he looked
down at her, he clearly saw the hard nubs of her nipples through her
sports bra. Giles grasped the hem and swiftly dragged it over Buffy's
head. He took a few moments to admire the utter beauty before him.

The sounds they both were making penetrated the sexual stupor that
had settled over Buffy and allowed her to focus on the incredible man
before her. That she was here with his hands and mouth on her body
was the answer to all her secret cravings. When he removed the barrier
of her bra and she not only saw, she felt his eyes feasting on the sight
of her body, a deep liquid heat began to build within her. Giles continued
to stare at her and Buffy could not stop herself and fidgeted in
frustration. She needed something that only this man could give her. A
small cry slipped past her lips.

"Shhh, my sweet." Giles whispered just before he took one of her
pebbled nipples into his mouth and placed his hand firmly against the
other. "I know you ache. Patience." He said as he began to suckle.

"Giles!" His name was ripped from Buffy's throat as the fire and pressure
of his mouth burned through her and she sank to the floor. He gently
laid her down and stretched out next to her, without relinquishing his
mouth's hold on her breast. Moving to the other he gave it the same
attention. Not an inch escaped the ministrations of his hands and mouth.
Overwhelmed Buffy could do nothing but roll her head back and forth.
Slowly he began to move down her body tasting her skin as if it were a
rare delicacy. The feel of his teeth as they gently nipped at the sensitive
flesh around her navel, his soft purr as it vibrated across her abdomen,
and his hardness pressed against her leg; combined to send her over
the edge of her climax. Caught totally by surprise by her climax, Buffy
sought out Giles' gaze to shyly see his reaction as he sat up to watch her.

"You are incredible!" he growled. He looked down at her, passion
burning in his eyes. "Do you have any idea what it does to me to know
how responsive you are to my touch? Do you realize how much I want
you?" He moved up her body to press his arousal hard against her
softness and they shared a deep drugging kiss.

"Kinda difficult to miss, Giles," she whispered with a purely feminine
smile, when the kiss finally ended due to the need for air.

Buffy decided that she had been passive long enough and reached up to
undo the buttons of his shirt. As soon as she finished she pushed his
shirt and jacket over his shoulders. Giles shrugged out of them and she
began run her fingers through the hair on his chest. She lost herself in
the feel of the soft springy hair and the heat radiating from his body.

I wanna be your hot tub, when you're dippin'

I wanna be your bathrobe, when you're drippin'

I wanna be your cocktail baby, when you're sippin'

I just wanna be right there...more than anything I swear,

I wanna be...your underwear!

Shaking herself out of her sensual haze Buffy pushed Giles onto his back
and sat up, reversing their positions. "Your turn." She said with a playful
leer.

Her eyes glittered with unshed tears as the double meaning of his words
sank in. He was willingly lowering all his defenses and allowing her
complete access to his body to explore and share these new feeling, this
new closeness. He also meant that he belonged to her, that he loved
her. When he saw in her face, all that he felt reflected back at him, his
heart swelled with joy. Wrapping his hand around the back of Buffy's
head he pulled her down for a mind-numbing kiss. He put all his love for
this woman behind it and found his feelings returned, with a sense of
awe.

Buffy broke the kiss and pushed up to a sitting position. She shook her
head trying to clear it and said, "You just lie back and let me..."

Before she even finished what she was saying, Buffy began running her
mouth along his jaw, using her teeth and tongue to taste him. Her hands
resumed their exploration of his chest. She remembered how she felt
when he worked on her neck and tried it on him. First she ran her
tongue along his carotid artery up his throat to just behind his ear.
When she reached the spot she was looking for, she applied a strong
and steady suction. She pulled back at the sound of Giles' low rumbly
groan. An evil twinkle lit her eyes.

"Liked that did you?" A giggle escaped when he growled in answer. "I'll
take that as a yes."

The last was said just before Buffy bit his neck right over the bruise she
had caused with her earlier suction. At the same time she scraped her
nails over his nipples. Giles' control slipped as he arched his body into
her hands and yelled hoarsely, "God! Buffy!"

"This foreplay stuff isn't so hard," Grinning wildly as her sense of power
increased Buffy ran her hand down his body and cupped his swollen
manhood. With just a hint of naughty in her voice she said, "But you
sure are."

Before he could respond her hand snaked into his pants and firmly
grasped his erection. Her other hand was at work on his belt and zipper,
anxious to have him free to her gaze. With the feel of Buffy's small
hands on his most sensitive part, Giles struggled with his control. When
she finally had his pants open, she released him to pull his pants down
and off his body, removing his shoes and socks along the way. When
she had his clothes out of the way she returned to his erection and took
it firmly in hand. Buffy was amazed at how hot and hard it was, yet how
velvety soft the skin felt. She never thought that she would consider a
man's penis beautiful; but because it belonged to Giles and was proof
that she aroused him so strongly, that he loved her; the one she held
truly was. Giles watched Buffy as she studied him, watched her as
emotions chased across her face, and unbelievably his arousal
increased. Her eyes widened as a bead of clear fluid leaked from his tip.
She unconsciously licked her lips and leaned forward. She then flicked
her tongue out and tasted him, licking the head to get all of his precum.

"Ahhh! Buffy!" Those words were ripped from his throat as his hips
arched upwards and his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides
uncontrollably. His breathing was harsh, as he seemed to be unable to
drawn enough oxygen into his lungs.

Extremely satisfied with his reaction Buffy once again leaned over and
this time took the head slowly into her mouth. She swirled her tongue
around the crown, then sucked softly, slowly increasing the pressure.
Buffy used one hand to stroke the part of his shaft that wasn't in her
mouth as her other hand fondled his testicles. When she heard the
guttural noises she smiled and began to lick and nibble up and down his
penis.

"My god Buffy, you have to stop," groaned Giles. He gulped great
draughts of air as he tried to regain his control, as he tried to hold back
his climax.

At his hoarse command Buffy jumped back, insecurity and self-
consciousness written all over her.

"Giles? What's the matter? Am I doing something wrong? I don't
understand...I just want to make you happy," she whispered, her lower
lip quivering.

He quickly sat up and took her in his arms. Drawing her head to his
shoulder he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. "No! Damn me for
saying this all wrong!"

Taking her head in both his hands Giles looked deep into Buffy's
eyes. "You were NOT doing anything wrong." With a shake of his head
and a small 'just for Buffy' Giles smile he continued, "You were doing
everything right. As a matter of fact you were doing 'right' too well."

Buffy stared at Giles, confusion clearly all over her face. "Giles?"

"Well if you had continued on this would have been over far too soon."

"Oh," understanding finally dawned and a blush creeped up her face.

"Yes, oh."

"Giles?"

"Yes, Luv?"

"We're not done, right?"

"No my dear, far from done." The gentle kiss he gave her quickly
reignited their passion. The brief respite restored Giles' control but did
not diminish his ardor. "But you appear to be wearing much too much..."

He gently laid Buffy back and began placing quick little kisses on her face
and neck. He ran his hands over her torso, feather light caresses that
teased her. Skimming his hands over her breast, avoiding the peaks, he
increased the pressure of his kisses concentrating on the juncture of her
neck and shoulders. The fire he had created in her earlier, had been
banked, but once again burned bright and hot. Buffy brought her arms
up and wrapped them around Giles and held him close for a few
moments. She then took his hands in hers and pressed them to her
breasts.

"Stop teasing Giles."

"I'm not teasing, this is foreplay, luv." Taking her nipples between his
fingers he pinched them. Buffy arched her back in reaction to the intense
pleasure that swept through her.

"Enough foreplay! I need you Giles! Please!"

"Patience, Buffy." A Ripper-like grin spread across his face. "Soon, luv. I
promise"

Giles moved his hands to her waist and began to ease her shorts and
panties over her hips and down her legs. When she was completely
naked he took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. When Buffy
began to squirm under his gaze, he placed a hand on her abdomen to
calm her.

Looking deeply into her eyes and said, "Gods above Buffy, do you have
any idea how absolutely beautiful you are? To me you are perfection. To
see you like this, ready and open for me, fulfills every dream I have. To
know that you want me, that you need me, means so much to me. I love
you, Buffy."

The love burning in his eyes, the smoldering passion radiating off him in
waves, and the beautiful words spoken from his heart, all combined to
bring Buffy to a fever pitch of need. Reaching up she drew him down to
her.

"Beautiful words, Watcher mine, but the time for words is well past."
Kissing him once, twice, and a third time, she smiled and said, "Time for
you to finish what you started."

"As you wish." Giles murmured against her neck as he slowly made his
way down her body. Pausing briefly to reacquaint himself with her
breasts, he took a moment to nip and lick their hard pink tips. As Buffy's
breathing became more labored, he grinned against her skin. Taking
one rosy nipple into his mouth he sucked hard and chuckled with
satisfaction when her body arched and her hands clutched at his
shoulders.

"Giles!"

"Well, perhaps I am teasing just a bit. But I promise Luv, it will be worth
it."

Wanna be your sleepin' bag, baby, slip inside

Let me be your motorcycle 'n take you for a ride

Alright!

I wanna be your hot sauce, yeah , when you're cookin'

I wanna be your sunglasses, hey good lookin'

I wanna be, wanna be the one ya stick your hook in.

I just wanna be right there, more than anything I swear

Oh yeah, I wanna be...your underwear!


Dragging himself away from her breasts, Giles proceeded to lick his way
down to her navel and past. When he reached the curls covering her
mound he stopped and looked into Buffy's face. It was flushed with
passion and her eyes were glazed with need, but she struggled for focus
as she tried to return his stare.

"Please Giles, I need you..." drawing in a deep breath she continued, "I
love you!"

Tenderly, reverently, he leaned down and kissed the top of her curls.
With a sigh Buffy spread her legs in invitation. Giles settled between her
legs and with his fingertips gently separated her labia; all of her opened
to him for the first time. Lightly he ran his tongue the length of her slit
tasting her. He inhaled sharply. The scent and taste of her arousal was
the greatest aphrodisiac he had ever known, greater even than dark
magic. It was enough to send his passions spiraling almost out of
control. Slowly he licked her from her opening to her clitoris; he savored
the whimpering sounds she made and the little involuntary twitches that
wracked her body. Then as he took her nub into his mouth and began to
apply suction, he slipped his index finger inside her. And began to stroke
her.

"Ahhhh!" was all she could manage as her eyes rolled back in head, her
body pushed hard against his mouth, and her hands grabbed his hair.

As his hands continued to pleasure her Giles leaned back slightly to
watch her. He didn't think she could get anymore beautiful. But Buffy in
the throes of orgasm, one he had given her, took his breath away. She
finally started to come down from her peak. Giles moved back up her
body to place his lips on hers. As soon as their lips touched they parted
allowing each other access to their mouths. Buffy quickly sucked his
tongue into her mouth as he stroked it along her teeth and her palate.
Leaning on one elbow to keep his weight from crushing her, he used his
other hand to place the head of his penis at her opening. Then he thrust
inside.

"Giles!" Buffy tore her mouth away from his as she climaxed again. Her
legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist, holding him prisoner
as her inner walls spasmed around him. As she came down, her legs
relaxed their grip and he was able to move his hips. Unable to hold off
any longer he immediately set a hard fast rhythm.

Buffy was amazed to feel the pressure building again. Her fingers dug
into his back as she held on to her only anchor in this wild maelstrom of
sensations. When his thrusts became harder and frantic she looked
deeply into Giles' eyes. As their gazes locked their passion peaked.
Together they passed into oblivion.

"Buffy!"

"Giles!"

**************

"Giles! Giles? Earth to Giles!"

He blinked several times as he tried to clear his head. He looked up and
saw Buffy standing over him with a concerned look on her face.

"Wow! Serious zoning there, Giles!" she said with an indulgent smile. "I
know you hate the music I play during my workouts but..."

"Buffy, that is not music."

"OK, how about next time I play something you like?"

"Maybe some Bryan Adams?"

"Sure, Watcher mine, Bryan Adams. You got it!" Buffy headed out the
door of his office.

She was already on her way out of the library so she missed the secret
smile that flitted across his face.

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