__Fic Stopping__
By Escargoat
Buffy steadfastly ignored the tickle on the back of her neck. Insistently, she picked away at the keyboard of her computer, and the
tickling finally stopped.
In its place came a gust of wind at the nape of her neck. Stubbornly, she pulled the collar of her shirt up and kept working on her
latest assignment for her college writing class.
A dissatisfied grunt sounded in her ears. The echo of shuffling feet reached her ears as her assailant apparently gave up. She grinned
slightly at the victory and continued to work.
Unfortunately for her paper, her ears soon picked up the sound of the feet returning, and this time they were not the dejected steps of
the rejected, but the bouncing gait of the sneaky. The interloper stopped directly behind her chair. Without realizing it, she held her
breath. When nothing happened after a few moments, she resumed her project.
That was when a tongue licked its way up the back of her neck.
“Giles!” Buffy squeaked as she spun around in her chair.
“What?” he asked innocently as he reclined back against the white sofa he had specifically purchased for her.
“You, you…” she trailed off as her eyes told her mind exactly what he was wearing. “You’re wearing your sexy robe,” her voice tried to be
disapproving and stern, but it somehow failed to cooperate and came out much more wistful than she would have liked.
He smiled cockily. “Am I?”
“You know I can’t stay mad at you when you’re in that.”
“Is it my fault that you have so many fond memories tied to it?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Well, you’ve sort of ruined the effect by just putting it on over your other clothes. The white shirt and the
watch kinda ruin the effect.”
“What you have had me do? Run about in nothing but my flimsy robe whilst my lady love treated me with cold indifference?”
“What happened to my studies being important?” Buffy said as she got out of her chair and started to slowly prowl towards the couch.
“They are, but you’ve been at that for hours. You need a rest.” Giles stretched out and slid his hands behind his head. “Forget the fic,
Love. Let’s have a lie down.”
Buffy shook her head in amusement. “Why did I ever fall in love with a horny, old Brit like you?”
“Because I’m devastatingly handsome?”
“No.”
“Know your darkest secrets?”
“No.”
“Hmmm, I’m good in bed?”
“No.”
“I’m not?”
“Would I be leaving my very important paper over there if you weren’t?”
“Who said anything about sex?” He asked with a decidedly naughty smile.
Buffy ruffled her fingers in his hair and bent down to place a kiss on his lips. His hands shot out to capture her head as he deepened
the kiss and allowed his tongue to slide into her mouth.
She pulled away slightly. “You’re right. Nobody said anything about sex,” she whispered against his lips before standing upright and
starting to move back to her computer.
He shot up off of the couch and wrapped his arms around her. “Allow me to remedy that.”
“Are you really sure you want me to quit working on my story?”
“You have ten days to finish it, and it’s already a thousand words over the minimum. My faith in your abilities is absolute. Aside from
which, you need a good nights rest.”
“And you’re lonely up in the bedroom with nobody to snuggle with,” Buffy added on for him.
“Well, I didn’t marry my pillow, comfortable as it is.”
“Fine, I’ll stop for the night, but the next time you’re in Mr. All Night Research Guy mode, I reserve the right to remind you exactly
what it’s like to be the one all alone with no smoochies, snugglies, or nookie.”
“‘Smoochies, Snugglies, and Nookie’ did you say?”
“I told you that you were a horny Brit,” Buffy chastised him as she saved her file and shut down her computer.
“I know. That’s why you love me.”
“Nuh-uh. I love you because you’re Giles, and you always will be.”
“Does that mean that the next story you write will be about us rather than you’re romance with Angel?”
Buffy sighed and started marching him towards the bedroom. “For the last time. The assignment was supposed to be about tragedy…”
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