"From what I could tell during Willow's tour, it looks like you're adapting those traditions," she said. "Introducing a science unit, having to make changes for multiple Slayers. From what I can see, you're doing a great job so far
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“Thank you, Fred.” Giles said as he raised her hand up and softly kissed it. “Perhaps one day I’ll tell about my adventures but right now I don’t want to scare you off.” They came to an intersection and Giles turned to the right. “Not far now. Just over that hill ahead
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Fred nodded to him as he kissed her hand. Whatever was in his past, she didn't think anything could scare her off. She had been friends with a vampire and had lived in the same hotel with him for two years.
She glanced over at the road as they came to a stop. She had grown up on a farm, so she was used to seeing animals out and about, grazing in fields. It definitely made her feel at home.
When Giles spoke to her, touched her cheek, she turned her head to look back at him. His eyes were so green and seemed to stare right into her.
"I...I wouldn't have liked to have been across the ocean from you either. You--I don't know quite how to explain it, what I've been feeling since I met you, but I have another question for you." She leaned her head into his hand for a moment. "Are you ever going to kiss me?"
It was all Giles needed to hear. “Erm, yes, of course,” he murmured before leaning toward her. His lips brushed against hers but the seatbelt pulled him back before he could deepen it. Giles rolled his eyes and unbuckled himself. “Lets try that again, shall we?”
He cupped her face and leaned over again, his lips met hers again and Giles swore he felt a spark of electricity run through him. Pulling back to catch his breath, he smiled at Fred before leaning in for another one. This one was deeper than the other two and Giles groaned as he felt Fred’s tongue on his. It was perfect and he didn’t care of the farmers and sheep were looking at them.
When he needed air, Giles pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. He mused how beautiful Fred’s eyes were as he caught his breath. “Is that what you were asking for?” he whispered against her full lips.
Maybe the car wasn't the most romantic place in the world for a first kiss, especially when the seatbelt conspired to make a mess out of the first attempt. But when Rupert's lips brushed against hers for the second time, Fred's breath caught in her throat and her eyes closed. His lips felt so soft and warm and gentle
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The feel of Fred’s hand on his collar was driving Giles mad. He wanted to touch every single inch of her body. “Good. It’s been a while since I’ve kissed someone,” Giles admitted as his hands started to slid down her back. He jumped a little when he heard the car honk behind them
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Fred glanced over at Rupert, wondering what he was thinking as they continued on their way. She felt like she was flying high while also feeling a little sad. They were on their way to say goodbye to her friend, and she felt like her heart was about to burst from joy. It was a strange feeling, but she knew that Wesley would want her to be happy
( ... )
Giles didn't want to listen in on what Fred was saying to Wesley so he busied himself with picking leaves from under his windshield wipers. He glanced over at Fred from time to time to make sure she was all right. Saying goodbye to someone was never easy, especially when it's been gnawing at you for so long. He thought back to when Jenny died and how it'd taken him months to finally say goodbye. It wasn't the same thing though since he refused to say goodbye because he believed she would come back somehow
( ... )
Fred smiled wanly through her tears, grateful to Rupert when he wiped the tears from her eyes. He was so thoughtful, and it made this whole thing so much easier. She wasn't sure she wouldn't have just broken down completely if he hadn't been here, but knowing that he was gave her the strength to say what she had been holding inside her for a year.
She looked back at the headstone only once as they pulled away, the red of the rose the only splash of visible color. The rain that had started to fall seemed appropriate - sort of a washing away of the pain. She turned back around while they headed down the road to the village.
Although it appeared that they weren't going to make it to the eatery he had told her about. At least not that day. It wasn't really a big deal, but poor Rupert seemed a bit taken aback by it.
"Hey, it's okay," she told him, putting her hand on his shoulder and stroking her finger on his jaw. "Your flat sounds fine. In fact, it sounds perfect. I...I'd kind of like to see where you live."
Giles was relieved that she didn't think of him as a complete prat for inviting her to his flat. "Lunch at my flat it is then," he said, giving her a small smile. He turned the car away and started back toward the city. His hand found hers again and he softly stroked the back of it with his thumb. He wanted to strike up a conversation with her but didn't know if she felt like talking right now
( ... )
Fred really liked it when Giles held her hand the way he did. Even just that simple movement did so much to take away the feelings of sadness she felt from visiting Wesley's grave. She had a life to look forward to now, and Wesley would have been the first one to tell her to live it
( ... )
Giles loved the way Fred's voice sounded. It seemed to float in the car and it made him smile. Hearing her talking about her past made Giles think of how their pasts were so different. It intrigued him and when she said she had intended on majoring in history, he grinned. He was a history major himself before his life took a turn too. Perhaps they were old souls, meant to be together
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She glanced over at the road as they came to a stop. She had grown up on a farm, so she was used to seeing animals out and about, grazing in fields. It definitely made her feel at home.
When Giles spoke to her, touched her cheek, she turned her head to look back at him. His eyes were so green and seemed to stare right into her.
"I...I wouldn't have liked to have been across the ocean from you either. You--I don't know quite how to explain it, what I've been feeling since I met you, but I have another question for you." She leaned her head into his hand for a moment. "Are you ever going to kiss me?"
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He cupped her face and leaned over again, his lips met hers again and Giles swore he felt a spark of electricity run through him. Pulling back to catch his breath, he smiled at Fred before leaning in for another one. This one was deeper than the other two and Giles groaned as he felt Fred’s tongue on his. It was perfect and he didn’t care of the farmers and sheep were looking at them.
When he needed air, Giles pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers. He mused how beautiful Fred’s eyes were as he caught his breath. “Is that what you were asking for?” he whispered against her full lips.
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She looked back at the headstone only once as they pulled away, the red of the rose the only splash of visible color. The rain that had started to fall seemed appropriate - sort of a washing away of the pain. She turned back around while they headed down the road to the village.
Although it appeared that they weren't going to make it to the eatery he had told her about. At least not that day. It wasn't really a big deal, but poor Rupert seemed a bit taken aback by it.
"Hey, it's okay," she told him, putting her hand on his shoulder and stroking her finger on his jaw. "Your flat sounds fine. In fact, it sounds perfect. I...I'd kind of like to see where you live."
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