Intoxicating Discovery - Part 2 (NC17)

Oct 15, 2004 02:19



Chapter 4
Waves of pleasure crashed against her. She let her fingers bury themselves in his hair, lightly scraping his scalp, and Giles growled.

His right knee lifted and he slipped it between her legs. She felt the bed dip as he shifted his weight to his other leg, as he nudged her legs further apart so he was in between them. She gasped into his mouth when he lowered his jeans-clad groin to hers, and pulled her mouth away to draw in a big gulp of air.

“Oh, God . . .” she whimpered as he undulated softly against her.

Giles chuckled breathlessly into her neck. “No, no, it’s just me. But thank you.”

Buffy couldn’t help but laugh and swat his shoulder playfully. “Jerk.”

Giles laughed in return, then bit her neck with a mock growl. All the while he continued to move against her, and Buffy shuddered as the material of his pants sent wonderful sensations to her core.

She grabbed his shoulder as ripples of pleasure went though her.

“I’ve figured you out,” she said, in a throaty voice.

“You have?” Giles responded as he nibbled on her pulse.

“Mhm” Buffy murmured as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I suddenly realized why you so adamantly wanted to keep your pants on.”

Giles tried to muffle a chuckle and then raised his head with a mock scowl. “Woman, you go on and on about getting me naked. Have you never heard that patience is a virtue?”

Buffy scowled back and pulled his head down for a breathtaking kiss. Giles moaned into her mouth and drew in a big gulp of air when she released him. He blinked at her.

“Right. Pants coming off.”

Buffy grinned victoriously, until she saw the gleam in his eyes. His hand traveled slowly down her front. He barely raised his groin from hers as his hand reached for his buttons. He made sure to brush against her as he popped one button open and grinned mischievously when her breath caught.

Buffy moaned. “You are so evil.”

Giles chuckled and kissed her as if he had all the time in the word. Then he popped one more button. She held her breath in anticipation of the next and closed her eyes. As he continued to brush against her, she was unable to hold back a needy whimper.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, and she opened her eyes, preparing to use her pout full force. She was lost for words when she met his gaze. He was looking at her with a heated stare, and for the life of her she couldn’t think of a thing to say.

Giles took her by surprise when he removed his hand and slid it under her back, lifting her up so she was straddling his thighs as he sat back on his heels. Their naked chests pressed together and Buffy clung to his shoulders to remain close. His mouth hovered near hers, as his hands stroked her back firmly, holding her tightly to him. They were nose to nose and she shivered from the look in his eyes.

“Are we going somewhere?” she asked breathlessly.

His expression was unreadable, and she worried about the change in his mood. He didn’t respond, only shook his head and drew her even closer. He leaned his head on her shoulder and pressed his face into her neck as he hugged her close.

Buffy couldn’t for the life of her figure out what was going on, and she worried that he had changed his mind about what they were doing. She wanted to break the silence that enveloped them, and searched her mind frantically to find something to say. She leaned into his neck and said the first thing that came into her mind.

“You smell like me.”

He swept his hands across her back and murmured into her neck. “Mmm. My scent is on you, as well.” He kissed her neck before he placed his forehead against hers, noses brushing.

“I rather like it.” He whispered. Buffy nodded and let her lips brush his.

“So do I.” She whispered back. Giles grinned sexily at her and leaned back so they toppled over, her now against his chest.

“Let’s mingle some more.”

Buffy felt relieved. He wasn’t planning on stopping. She kissed him. Tongues met eagerly as their hands traveled heated skin. She straddled him and looked down on his face with an impish smile. “Tables have turned now haven’t they?”

Giles grinned back. “Is that so? And what do you plan to do?”

She looked down at his jeans and back at him. “Working on those, for starters.”

She had half expected him to protest but he stretched languorously and folded his arms behind his head. “Do your worst.”

She scooted down his thighs and began working on the remaining buttons. She heard his breath catch as she brushed against him, and she wasn’t able to hold back a smug grin. She looked up when she heard him chuckle, and found him watching her.

“What?” she asked too innocently.

He laughed and shook his head. “You look quite pleased with yourself.”

Buffy smiled widely. “Bet your cute butt, I am.”

His face sobered to a soft smile and he let his fingers trail down her cheek. “What a wonderful thing.”

“What?” She said still smiling.

“Your smile.” He said softly.

Buffy blushed and looked down. “Thank you.”

She concentrated on his pants again, while her heart beat wildly. God, the power he had over her terrified her. And she suspected he had no idea. She prodded him to lift his hips, and he braced his feet on the mattress and lifted. She pulled down his jeans and threw them unceremoniously on the floor.

She grabbed hold of the hem of his boxers but Giles stopped her with a hand. “Now, now. I didn’t agree to that, did I?”

Buffy looked up at him with an incredulous expression. She scowled when she saw his playful grin and laughed when he sat up, wrestled her onto her back, and rolled on top of her.

Chapter 5
Giles teased Buffy mercilessly with his lips and teeth. He let his fingers run through her hair, down her shoulder to her waist, and finally came to rest on her thigh. He tugged a so her leg curled along the back of his, and slipped his hand below her lower back so he could press her closer. He finally decided to let her breathe and released her mouth. Buffy moaned his name wantonly as he lavished his attention on her neck and down her chest.

His coaxing tongue and firm lips lit an overwhelming spark of desire deep inside her and she groaned, again. The mix of alcohol and Giles’ kisses overloaded her senses - it was too much -- she tugged at his shoulder to distract him from his ministrations. She desperately needed some control back.

She managed to croak out. “Wait! I’m not done with you yet!”

Giles raised his head with a questioning look. “Damn right you’re not.”

His mock-affronted expression made Buffy grin, and she tugged his hair playfully as she explained. “You said ‘do your worst’, but then you totally pounced on me, without letting me do it!”

Giles grinned, not looking sorry in the least. “You are absolutely correct. My deepest apologies.”

He rolled onto his back and grabbed Buffy along, so their positions were reversed. She found herself nose to nose with him and his mischievous eyes.

“Pray proceed.” He whispered against her lips.

Buffy swallowed nervously and then smiled against his lips. She explored his mouth, and let their legs tangle. Giles growled into her mouth when she pressed into his erection and pushed her naked chest into his.

Never letting go of his lips, she straddled him, making sure to press against the straining fabric below her. She delighted in the feel of his tongue against hers as she let her hands roam his chest. His chest hair fascinated her, and she pulled out of the kiss so she could admire his physique. She let her palms roam his skin with slow sweeping strokes; his skin was warm and smooth. His eyes closed in pleasure while she continued to massage him.

“God, you should do this for a living, Buffy” he whispered, letting his hands stroke up and down her thighs.

His eyes snapped open as he realized what he’d said. He winced at Buffy’s shocked expression, and stumbled to apologize.

“N-no wait! I did NOT mean that the way it came out.”

Buffy couldn’t hold back a laugh as he began to blush profusely. “I hope not!”

Giles closed his eyes in mortification. “Buffy, I am terribly sorry. I simply meant that your massage is amazing.”

Buffy still sported a smile as she leaned down to kiss his chest soothingly. “Relax Giles, I hear you. Slayer strength and all.”

Giles chuckled and pulled her mouth to his so he could kiss her. When she sat back, he brushed her hair out of her face. “Yes, you are skilled in more ways than one.”

She resumed her ministrations on his skin. “Watch it buster, or I might leave.”

Giles whined playfully. “No leaving, I’ll be quiet. Just don’t stop what you’re doing. It feels like heaven.”

Buffy giggled and kissed his chin. She kept glancing at him as she traveled across his skin. It was a joy to be able to caress him. His body was perfect to her, full of promises. She was amazed how relaxed he seemed with her. How utterly comfortable he seemed lying almost naked below her.

Once again she wondered what all of this meant to him. How could he be so at ease with her? Why wasn’t he as nervous as she was? Did this mean he thought they were just seeking pleasure with each other? No strings attached, purely physical gratification? Was she just an outlet for him? Willing and easy, and there for the taking?

A small voice in the back of her head protested wildly that it had to be more, but she wasn’t listening. She needed the words, she needed assurance and comfort. And at this moment he was not providing it.

Without realizing, her hands stopped caressing his skin. He suddenly opened his eyes. “Buffy?”

Buffy plastered on a smile and trailed her fingers down his stomach. “Just thinking about what I should do to you next.”

For a short moment it looked like he didn’t believe her, but when her fingers brushed against his nipples, he gasped and tugged her mouth down to his. She latched on to his distracting kisses like a lifeline, and let her mouth seek refuge in his.

Their tongues met eagerly, while hands traveled, and the wonderful feel of his almost-naked body against her made her grind against him. Giles moaned and she redoubled her efforts. His hands seemed warmer and rougher, and she delighted in the feel of him undulating against her.

In an flash she found herself on her back, Giles pushing her into the mattress, hands roaming her skin restlessly. They strained towards each other. His hands found her breasts and her nipples strained towards the palm of his hand. Gone were the tender caresses and the slow pace. This man poised above her wanted her with a fierce determination, and his hands and mouth roused her to feel the same.

Before she had the chance to think clearly enough to do it herself, he slipped his boxers off, and pressed against her. Buffy gulped for air as the sexual tension between them seemed to suffocate her. Suddenly it had all changed. The playfulness was gone.

Once again, he had surprised her, and it unnerved her. Since they had adjourned to the bedroom he had alternated between playfulness and something else she couldn’t put her finger on. She was scared to death she was reading more into his tender touches and caresses.

Their kisses got wilder and wilder. His palms against her skin felt like an electric shock, and it sent her senses reeling. She couldn’t think any more -- it was all feelings.

He released her mouth and moved his kisses to the hollow of her throat. Buffy felt she had never been this close to a man before, and she wanted to get even closer, to melt into him. All she felt was heat, longing and desire.

His mouth traveled down her neck and across her breast. She shivered when his mouth found her nipple, and his fingers found their way between her legs. He laved at her breast, as she rocked against his hand. His stubble was rough against her skin, and Buffy felt her muscles begin to throb inside her. His mouth traveled further down, and he dipped his tongue into her navel while one hand massaged her breast.

His leg gently nudged hers further apart, and she allowed her leg to slide up over his. He released her breast and moved further down. Buffy clenched her eyes and held her breath in anticipation. She shuddered when he kissed her inner thighs softly

“What do you want Buffy?” he asker her in a husky voice. His voice sent pleasurable shivers down her spine.

Buffy's chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths, and her body buckled at the touch of his tongue. Her flesh swelled against him.

"I want you inside of me..." she half gasped.

Giles moaned against her, surged up and crushed his mouth to hers. She mingled her tongue with his and she let her hand move down his chest until she found what she was looking for, stroking the length of him. Giles moaned at her touch, and let out a soft, muted noise of pleasure as they kissed, one hand rising to cup her chin.

He paused to plant a couple of kisses along the side of her jaw before going back to her lips.
He let himself move more roughly against her and Buffy melted into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

Suddenly he plunged inside her, fast and almost desperate. Buffy broke the kiss and moaned loudly. They crashed against each other. It was wild and entirely without any inhibitions, and each moment they rose to new heights and profound pleasure. He pulled her legs up to increase his depth and moved his mouth to first one nipple then the other. Buffy held on to him fiercely and clawed at his back.

Their first meeting downstairs paled in comparison to what was happening between them now. He drove into her hard and fast and she came closer and closer to the edge at each thrust. All sense of time and place disappeared, nothing else but the two of them existed.

She clenched around him, trapping him inside her for a moment, and ran kisses along his jaw, breathing heavily. She pulled back to watch him and looked at the myriad of emotions running across his face. He opened his eyes and she sank into his heated gaze. For a moment, she thought she saw something in his eyes, emotions she had never seen before. But it was gone before she could investigate it further.

He crushed his mouth to hers and took her lips with gusto. Suddenly he slowed down and pulled almost all the way out, before slowly thrusting back in. He let go of her mouth and buried his face into her neck, and she realized he was waiting for her. Just the thought made her moans rise in intensity. She got louder as he picked up pace, and again Buffy gasped for air.

Seconds later they tumbled over the edge together; his mouth closed over hers as he exploded inside her. She moaned loudly and groaned his name in pure ecstasy. Tidal waves of pleasure crushed inside her and her whole body shook as she came down to earth.

Giles was breathing heavily into her neck. She rested her head against his while her hands soothed his heated skin. She felt utterly exhausted and her legs slipped down to the mattress from where they had been wrapped around his waist. There was not an ounce of energy in her left and she took deep breaths of air, willing her heart to calm down.

Giles had barely moved, except to kiss her shoulder now and again, and Buffy let her hands stroke across his hair. She didn’t want to break this moment by asking questions about what had happened and she felt sleep overcoming her. Just as she slipped off to dream land, she heard Giles mutter something into her neck.

Chapter 6
Buffy woke hours later, clinging to sleep as tightly as she could. But she was forced accept that the pounding from the construction workers who’d taken up residence in her head wasn’t going to let her fall back to sleep. She dared a peek with her eyes, but the bright light in the room made her flinch and she closed them quickly.

Either she’d fallen asleep with the light on or the curtains were wide open, but she wasn’t risking another check. She was pretty sure just a small beam of light would have made her eyes hurt this morning, and she cursed herself for drinking as much as she did the night before.

As the haze of sleep and hangover cleared slightly, she was very aware of the fact that she was not in her own bed. The fact that she had a warm and naked body flush against her back was also a dead giveaway. She hadn’t had that in a long time.

A flood of memories came rushing back to her and her eyes shot open to scan the room. Her breath caught. True enough, it was Giles’ bedroom she was in. Buffy felt her heart rate increase, and her tensing nerves did noting to settle her already unbalanced stomach. Giles was the very naked and warm body wrapped around her. She’d had sex. Sex with Giles. Great sex. Great sex with Giles. Great sex with Giles, twice!

She flushed as she felt him shift a little in his sleep. The arm draped across her waist curled tighter around her body, his legs tangled with hers, and he kissed her shoulder before settling down with his nose buried in her nape. His breathing was still deep and steady, and she released a breath of relief that he still seemed asleep.

She was NOT ready to deal with whatever had happened between them right now. And what was that by the way? The question had been running through her mind all last night, and she felt none the wiser this morning. In an instant everything had changed between them. She had found herself plastered against his chest, her mouth ravished by him. Not long after, her body had been ravished by him as well.

Buffy bit her lip to hold back a moan as she thought about the overwhelming passion she had felt with him on his couch. On his couch, for god’s sake! How was she ever going to be able to sit on that couch again? She would die of embarrassment!

She’d had no blinding realization last night that she loved him. To her it was old news, and she had, for months now, reluctantly accepted that he would never look at her the same way. And then he had to go and turn her world upside down. Twice! Still, she had no idea what it had meant, and Giles had said nothing about his feelings last night.

However, there were moments when she felt something. Every now and then he would have a special look in his eyes. Other times he had caressed her with touches that seemed to speak volumes of affection for her. A few times he had held her tight, without saying a word. At those moments she had silently hoped, no begged, that he would declare his love for her. Buffy rolled her eyes at herself. She really needed to stop watching Lifetime.

Refusing to succumb to tears she sighed and blinked rapidly to remove excessive moisture. She glanced down at the strong arm that was wrapped possessively around her waist. She really needed to get out of this bed, no matter how little she wanted to. Talking to Giles when she was in an emotional state would do no good, and she really needed an aspirin for her head.

Very gently, she managed to lift his arm ever so slowly and place it on his thigh. She untangled her legs and froze when Giles moved. She glanced at his face, but he didn’t even move an eye-lid. A few seconds later she found herself standing on the floor. Giles reached out for her in his sleep, but she grabbed a pillow and let him curl around it with a small smile on his face as he buried his nose into it.

Her heart ached to crawl into his bed again. She wanted to curl into his body and show him how much she loved him. She worried her lip, with a sigh, shook her head, and left the room. Her plan was to grab her clothes and write him a short carefree note, making excuses for her absence. She wanted to make sure he realized there were no strings attached, no matter how much her heart would break doing so.

She found her clothes on the floor by the sofa, and tried to ignore her flushed face as memories of what had happened between them went through her mind. Her watch showed 10.30, and she hoped Giles would stay asleep for just a few minutes more. Then she would be safe.

As she fastened her skirt, the most wretched noise started outside. Her nerves shot through the roof. The sound of Giles’ neighbor Mr. Johnsons’, leaf blower was so loud she clutched her head in pain. God, not now!

She scrambled to find her bra and blouse, but the bra seemed to be a casualty of the previous evening, as it was nowhere to be found. She figured it was mere seconds before Giles would be coming down the stairs and scrambled into her blouse. She struggled with one of her shoes, pulling it out from underneath the coffee table. The noise from outside was threatening to make her head explode, and she moaned with relief and leaned her head on the table when it suddenly stopped. No wait, she had no time for that!

She grabbed her shoes in her hand, stood quickly, turned around and ran straight into a chest she knew very well.

“Ooofff!”

Giles’ hands came up and steadied her. “Going somewhere?”

Buffy blushed and took a step back from his warm chest. She nervously started to babble. “Um yeah, I’m very busy. So awfully busy. And then I overslept, and now I have lost many hours of the day, and the early bird gets the worm, you know. Not that I’m planning on having worms for breakfast, because yuck, but you know. Metaphor and all.”

She held back a mortified groan, and finally dared to take her first look at him since he’d come down. His hair was rumpled, he wore worn and faded t-shirt and sweats, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whiskers where now even darker on his skin. She had never seen a more handsome man in her entire life.

He looked slightly nervous and amused. “Yes, well, I don’t recommend worms.”

Buffy giggled nervously and took another step back. The sole of her foot met something sharp. “Ow!”

Giles immediately went to her side as she lifted her foot to take a look at the offending object.
“Are you alright?”

Buffy waved her hand embarrassed. “Yeah, it was the surprise rather than the p-“

Both froze as they both saw what she had stepped on. It was a button. It was a shirt button. It was Giles’ shirt button. From the shirt she tore off of him the evening before.

Buffy swallowed and begged for the Hellmouth to open beneath her. She glanced nervously at Giles, who was staring at the button with a blush.

“Ah, well, I’ll just. . . ah.” He picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket. He ran his hand through his hair, rumpling it further.
He finally looked at her. “I think we should to talk.”

Buffy cringed and braced herself. Oh god. Here it comes. Now is the time he’d let her down gently. Well, she wasn’t going to sit down and listen to it. She would break down for sure. “No, no, no more talking needed. We talked tons yesterday, today is the time for silence. According to the bible Sunday is the day for rest, you know.”

“It’s Saturday,” was Giles’ short reply as he went and sat down on the couch.

“Oh.”

She watched him settle himself on the couch, and saw his eyes fall on the floor. She got increasingly more embarrassed when he picked up his shirt and inspected the place where the button ripped free. Several were missing.

He threw the shirt to the end of the couch in a crumpled heap, folded his arms and looked up at her standing by the kitchen bar. “Buffy-“

Buffy shook her head and started inspecting her fingernails. “It’s nothing we have to talk about Giles. We’re all good.”

She heard him shift several times on the couch and looked up. He wiggled back and forth with a strange expression. Finally he stood, lifted the sofa cushion and froze. It was her bra.

Buffy had to hold back a hysterical laugh. This day was rapidly climbing the list of the top ten most embarrassing days in her entire life. Giles picked it up and handed it towards her, not quite able to look her in the eyes. “Buffy I-“

“Thanks! I was looking for that.” She said in a high voice to cut him off. She snatched it out of his hand and turned quickly for the door. She needed to get out of there fast, or she would die of embarrassment. Her head was killing her, she felt sick to her stomach, and she was tempted to go home and have a good cry.

“Buffy, wait! Where are you going?” Giles shot across the room and grabbed her arm.

She looked at him and took a deep breath. “I am leaving before this gets any more awkward.”

Giles pinched his nose and looked at her with a small rueful smile. “I don’t think it’'s possible to get any more awkward than this, Buffy.”

His remark angered her and she grumbled. “Oh yeah?”

Giles rubbed his cheek. “I am afraid so.”

Buffy’s heart beat a mile a minute. “I’m in love with you.” She whispered.

She couldn’t watch his face. Fear clutched her stomach and she was about ready to pass out. What the hell had she been thinking? Admitting her feelings for him like that, when she had absolutely no idea how he felt? She could have ruined everything.

She jumped when she felt a lone finger brush her chin. “Look at me Buffy.”

She shook her head and whispered. “I can’t.”

His finger trailed down to her chin and he stepped closer to her as he lifted her face. Her worried eyes met his, and Buffy was taken back when she saw the emotions in his. “I love you too, Buffy. So much. I have loved you for so long.”

She collapsed against his chest and held him tightly while she buried her face into his t-shirt. “Oh thank god!”

Overwhelming relief threatened to knock her off balance and she fisted her hands in his shirt to steady herself. Never had she felt such a moment of all-consuming joy as she did at that moment.

His arms immediately wrapped around her and he held her just as tightly. “I’m sorry. I should have said it yesterday, or at least made sure you were awake when I said it, but my insecurities got the better of me.”

Buffy blinked and raised her head from his chest. “What?”

Giles blushed adorably and ducked his head. “I did tell you last night, after, um, ah-“

Buffy giggled, amazed that he could return so easily to her stumbling embarrassed Watcher after how he behaved last night. “After we had mind-blowing sex the second time?” she asked cheekily.

Giles ducked his head and grinned, then sobered and looked at her with a soft smile. “I’d rather say ‘made love’.”

Buffy felt like she was about to melt on the spot and stroked his cheek. “Yes, made love.”

She got lost in his loving gaze, and a tingle shot down her spine when he brushed his lips against hers. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, and Buffy moaned and granted him access. This kiss was different from the passionate and burning kisses they had shared before. This kiss was a reunion, a confirmation of deep emotions and relief that they’d finally shared their mutual love for each other.

They ended the kiss on mutual accord, but remained within each others’ embrace. Buffy rested her head back on his chest. “I love you, Giles.”

Giles kissed the top of her head and murmured into her hair. “I love you too, Buffy.”

Several minutes passed as they held each other until Buffy groaned. Giles let his fingers trail through her hair. “Something wrong?”

Buffy giggled and mumbled into his chest. “I am a little bit hung over. No strike that, actually, very hung over.”

Giles chuckled, and Buffy moaned. “I’m sorry, not the most romantic thing, huh?”

She eeped when he grabbed a hold of her and lifted her into his arms, making sure that she circled her legs around his waist. “Oh I don’t know, love, why don’t we cure this hangover together?”

Buffy kissed his neck. “I hope you know how, because I rarely drink and don’t have the experience.”

Giles smiled impishly at her as he started up the stairs. “Quite alright, love, you’re good at the areas that count.”

Buffy mock scowled at him, then moaned when it hurt her head. She rested it back onto his shoulder instead.

“So tell me, Giles, what’s the cure?”

“Actually, it’s very simple. A shower, some aspirin, breakfast in bed, then stay there the rest of the day. Does that sound good to you, love?” He asked, as he let her slide down his body until she touched the bathroom floor with her feet.

Buffy looked over her shoulder at the tub and then back at Giles. “Can I talk you into a bath, perhaps?”

Giles growled and kissed her until she was dizzy. “You can talk me into anything, Buffy.” He murmured against her lips as he steered her backwards toward the tub.

THE END
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