__The First Time__
By Jae Kayelle
"Giles, is it okay if I...? Oh!" Buffy halted in the doorway of her
Watcher's office in the school library.
He was just in the act of pulling a sweatshirt over his head. She got a
good look at his bare chest before he turned away from her and he
tugged the shirt down. She saw the healed edges of a long, jagged scar across
the small of his back, and then it was covered by the shirt.
"Buffy." He was slightly flustered. His hands went to the button of
his pants and discreetly did that up before facing her again. "What can
I help you with? I mean, is there something you wanted to talk to me
about?" He moved away to pick up the shirt he'd worn earlier from
where
he'd dropped it on the couch.
Noticing the stain on the material, Buffy asked teasingly, "Did you slop
your tea?"
"My lunch, actually. A bit messy."
"Whose sweatshirt is that?"
"Mine."
"Since when?"
"I have casual clothing, I assure you."
"Since when?"
"I've ruined far too many shirts and trousers and jackets since coming
to Sunnydale. One gets all manner of demon goop, vampire ash and..."
"...and sloppy lunches?"
"...all over one's clothing. Yes. Indeed. I bought some things to
keep here in case I needed to change."
Buffy walked closer and tugged on the front of the navy blue
sweatshirt. "Well, it looks good on you. Really." She glanced up at
him and was intrigued to see an unguarded, wistful expression on his
face. "Giles?"
"Hmmm?"
"Do wishes come true?"
"Excuse me?"
"Wishes. Do they come true?"
"Depends on what you wish for, I suppose."
"I have a wish."
"Oh, yes?"
"Oh, yes." She sidled closer to him. He backed away until he was up
against the desk. "I wish you would hug me. There have been a lot of
times in the last three years when I needed a good hug from my
Watcher,
and when I thought you might hug me. You never did. Hug me now?"
She kept advancing until she was right up against his front and slid her
arms around his waist, leaning her head on his chest.
After a moment, his arms went around her shoulders holding her to
him.
They stayed like that for a few moments during which he rested his chin
against her hair. Buffy tried to move even closer. She pressed herself
tightly against his front and shifted from side to side. She rubbed her
knee against the inside of his right leg.
Giles groaned. "Buffy, what are you doing?" He tried to pull away, but
she held him still with her superior strength.
"I'm not sure exactly. I know I want to get closer to you, but not sure
how to do it." She lifted her head and looked up at him. "I also know
that I'm really, really antsy today and I can't work it off. I tried
running the track but that only got me hot and sweaty."
"You, um, smell...not sweaty."
"There are these things they have now called showers."
"Hot or cold?" Giles asked, then: "Oh lord. Did I say that out loud?"
Buffy giggled. "That's kind of what I was thinking. My antsy-ness is
directly related to you."
"How so?" His interest was evident in his voice.
"You're a good looking guy. I have noticed that, y'know, it's kind of
hard to miss. All this time I've been wrapped up in Angel," there was
just the slightest hesitation when she said the name, as though afraid
of offending her Watcher, "and you've been here all along."
Giles was silent a moment as he deciphered what she was really saying.
"You're randy and you want sex."
"Not just sex." She blushed and pressed her face into the sweatshirt.
"Sex with you. Make love to me?"
"H-here?"
"Ummmhummm."
"I take it that means yes."
"Yup."
"All right." He extricated himself from her embrace, squeezing her hand
to let her know that he wasn't rejecting her and turned to face the
desk. After a split second's hesitation, he swept his arm across it
throwing everything on it to the floor.
He turned back to Buffy as she stared at him in wide-eyed surprise.
He smiled at her. It was a feral expression, wicked and smirky.
Buffy said, "Oh yeah!" and threw herself into his arms.
Giles caught her, pulling her upward with hands that cupped her firm,
round buttocks. She locked her ankles together behind him, riding his
hips. Then she wantonly dragged her pelvis against the bulge in the
front of his pants. Giles sought out her mouth, forcing his tongue
inside and sweeping it around when she opened up to him.
With infinite care he lowered her to the desk top and followed her down,
never losing contact with her mouth. Then Buffy lifted his sweatshirt
over his head, needing to see and feel that magnificent chest of which
she'd caught only a glimpse earlier. She rubbed her hands all over,
loving the tickle of hair on her palms. So fascinated was she by the
sensation that Giles had a struggle getting her top off past her
wandering hands. She wriggled impatiently underneath him, the motion
doing exciting things to his lower regions.
Giles sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her in a wispy lace bra.
Reverently, he placed his hands over her breasts. Working them with
softly inquiring fingers produced amazing results, as Buffy arched
upwards into his touch, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes glazing
over with desire.
"Rupert, please hurry!"
He'd dreamed of this day, this coming together of their bodies and
wanted it them to go slow, to savour it, yet with Buffy squirming under
him, he knew he was going to have to follow his Slayer's lead once
again. They could take their time later.
"Easy, my love." Deftly, he unbuttoned and unzipped and unsnapped,
getting her completely undressed in less than a minute. Somehow,
without him being totally aware of it, she'd gotten his trousers down
past his knees and his black silk boxers off his hips. When he realized
his own state of undress, he looked down at himself, then back at Buffy
with one raised eyebrow.
"I don't recall teaching you that during one of our training sessions."
"Not then, exactly, but you helped. I sorta fantasized about doing this
to you a whole bunch of times, and practiced that way." At the moment
she seemed fascinated with his erection unabashedly bobbing between
them. Her gaze was fixated on it as she ran an inquisitive finger along
the underside, her knuckle brushing against the vein.
Giles struggled for control. Her actions were causing all kinds of
wonderful reactions.
"I see. What else did you fantasize about me?" he asked in a strangled
tone.
"Just this!" She wrapped her legs around him again, her strong thighs
pulling him close. His throbbing shaft abruptly dragged against her
moist centre, causing both of them to moan with pleasure.
Skin on skin.
Heat to heat.
Giles gripped his Slayer by the hips. Then he joined with her in the
most fundamental way possible between man and woman. With
excrutiating
slowness, he slid inside her. Her slick passage allowed him to glide
right in, the tightness of the channel causing exquisite friction for
them both. Giles marvelled at the sensation of her inner muscles
holding him in place.
Buffy's eyes fluttered shut and her head dropped back. With her taut
stomach arching towards him, she moved her hips.
Giles met her thrust with one of his own. She pushed at him, he pushed
back. Soon they were moving together, rocking steadily in an ages old
rhythm.
"Ruuuperrrrt!"
"I know, Buffy. I know," he panted.
One more thrust and Buffy sprang up to wind her arms around his neck.
As she did it, she clamped down on the part of him inside her and
squeezed. Even as she shuddered uncontrollably in his arms, Giles
followed her into climax, pulsing deep and long.
He continued to hold her, stroking her hair, while she rested her head
on his shoulder. Finally she stirred, turning her face into his neck.
She kissed him there, then lifted her head.
Gazing into his eyes she blinked a couple of times.
"Rupert?"
"Yes, Buffy?" He brushed strands of her damp hair off her face.
"Can we do that again?"
His shoulders shaking in silent laughter, he spoke in her ear.
"Yes, we can. Many, many times."
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