A Week in the Life... (1/4)
Title: A Week in the Life…
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: One month after Pictures of the Past.
Synopsis: Lucas has a dream, Evan has a birthday, Giles has a discussion with someone who thinks that the time has come for certain revelations.
It was the ‘Fortnightly Get-Together’. Originally, it was to be the ‘Monthly Get-Together’…but, Willow had vetoed that idea quickly. She had said that she thought ‘monthly’ was too long. Everyone seemed to be in agreeance with her and it was changed to ‘fortnightly’. However, Giles wondered if fortnightly was going to be too much.
Four couples and eight children, soon to be nine children…a lot of people to have under one roof at one time each fortnight. When he had voiced his concern, Willow had smiled at him and said that it was different ‘because we’re family’.
Giles didn’t have the heart to tell her that once he left home, his family didn’t have get-togethers fortnightly…and his family had been a fair bit smaller. Instead he had just smiled and agreed to the proposed ‘Fortnightly Get-Together’.
And tonight was the second.
Anya smiled as Michael cuddled River. “You’re very good with babies. You should have one.”
Michael looked up quickly and then glanced at Ethan. “Er…well…that’s a bit difficult given the situation.”
“Why?”
When everyone stared at Anya, she rolled her eyes.
“You guys think I’m a complete idiot sometimes, don’t you? I know that two men can’t produce a baby…but, they could get a surrogate mother.” She huffed.
Giles grinned as Evan climbed up on his lap. Xander reached over and kissed Anya’s cheek, whispering one of the many reasons that he didn’t think she was an idiot into her ear. Buffy rubbed her swollen abdomen and smiled when Evan gently patted it.
Oz watched the three older girls play quietly together as Willow leaned against him and directed her gaze to Ethan and Michael.
“Have you guys ever thought about it? Having a baby, I mean?”
Michael placed a kiss on River’s forehead and smiled as she closed her eyes. “We’ve talked about it over the years…”
“And?” Anya prompted eagerly.
Ethan cleared his throat and looked around at the children around the room. “I truly do love them…each and every one of them…”
Evan grinned and waved at Ethan. “Love you too!”
Ethan chuckled and gave the boy a wink before continuing.
“But…I’m not father material.”
“You’re not much older than Giles…and they’re having another baby.” Anya responded, a puzzled tone in her voice.
Ethan smiled warmly. “It has nothing to do with my age, Anya. Some men are born to be fathers…some aren’t.”
Anya looked at Michael. “Were you?”
“Born to be a father?” Michael smiled as Anya nodded. He shook his head slowly and shifted River in his arms. “No. An uncle, yes. But…not a father.”
Rayna turned around and flashed a brilliant smile at Michael. “And you’re a good uncle!”
Michael looked at the little girl and returned her smile. “Thank you! You’re a wonderful niece.”
Rayna blushed lightly, giggled, and turned back to the game she was playing with Haddie and Maria. Xander cleared his throat and gestured towards his older daughter.
“She, uh…has a tendency of listening when you think she’s not.”
Buffy glanced at Lucas, who was busy showing Jake the way to make a ‘proper paper airplane’, and laughed. “Yeah, we had one of those too.”
Xander smiled, the memory of Lucas overhearing a conversation between him and Anya concerning Buffy shifting into his mind. “Yeah, I know.”
Evan leaned up and whispered in his father’s ear. Giles smiled and nodded. “Of course, Ev…go ahead and ask.”
Evan climbed down from Giles’ lap and walked over to Xander, putting his small hand on his knee. “Xannie?”
Xander chuckled at the nickname Evan had given him. “Yeah, Evvie?”
“I was wondering if I could have a glass of water?”
Xander tilted his head in thought. “Wouldn’t you rather have some apple juice?”
Evan’s eyes lit up. “Chunky or smooth?”
Willow looked at Buffy for clarification. Buffy snorted in amusement.
“I think he means cloudy or clear…but, chunky works too I guess.”
“Oh.” Willow said with a smile.
Xander ruffled Evan’s hair and grinned. “Well, the Xan Man knew what he meant…and I picked up some chunky apple juice for you today.”
Evan smiled brightly and happily followed Xander into the kitchen, telling him all about the tennis lessons that he was going to start taking soon. Anya furrowed her brow and looked back at Buffy and Giles as she leaned back against the cushions on the couch.
“I thought kids his age played soccer, or t-ball, or…pee-wee football…”
“Pee-wee football…” Giles huffed. “Thankfully that doesn’t exist here…yes, you have the U7 tag rugby, but…”
He paused as everyone seemed to be amused at his ramble. “Anyway…he wants to play tennis. If that’s what he wants to play, that’s what he can play.”
“What if one of them wants to play football? American football, I mean.” Willow asked, hiding her smile as Giles looked at her.
He studied her for a moment and then smiled. “I realize that you’re teasing me. I just don’t understand American football. However, if one of our children wanted to play…I wouldn’t say no just because I don’t understand it.”
“Have you ever watched a game?” Oz asked, tilting his head. “I mean…besides a Sunnydale High game. Because, Sunnydale? Not the best football players around.”
“No, I haven’t.” Giles admitted.
“You should come over and watch one with us. And…is it just me, or do you find it interesting that we’ve never had this conversation before?”
Giles just laughed, gesturing towards the sleeping baby in Michael’s arms. “I think it’s my turn now.”
Ethan grinned. “Never could keep you away from a baby…”
Giles returned the grin as Michael transferred River into his arms. “And…never could get you close to a baby…until a few years ago.”
“Things change, mate.” Ethan stated happily, smiling as Michael sat back down beside of him.
“Yes, they do.” Giles agreed softly, gazing down at River as he placed her on his thighs…her head resting just under his knees. “You look so much like your big sister.”
River yawned, blinking her eyes open for just a moment before falling back asleep.
* * *
Giles had seen the flash of desire in Buffy’s eyes as they looked at each other across the dinner table. He had looked away quickly, feeling a sudden rush of arousal sweep through him. The last thing he wanted was to have an erection in front of his children.
His face reddened as his mind conjured up a soundbite of Haddie’s innocent voice asking ‘why is your lap hard, Daddy?’. Braden looked up and noticed his father’s skin discoloration.
“You okay, Dad?”
“Hm?” He met Braden’s eyes quickly and nodded. “Yes, I’m fine…why would you ask?”
Braden shrugged and loaded his fork with mashed potatoes, which he had drowned in ketchup…a habit he had inherited from his mother. “I don’t know…you look a bit red.”
Buffy snorted a laugh, causing Giles to glare at her as he spoke to his oldest son. “No, I’m fine. Your mother just put a little extra chilli in my potatoes…as a joke.”
Braden laughed. Braden’s laugh was infectious…always had been. Within a minute, all four of the children were laughing uncontrollably. Buffy and Giles followed as well…with Buffy casting an apologetic glance to her husband.
Giles grinned as he gave her a nod of acceptance and went back to his dinner, carefully avoiding the potatoes…just in case one of the children should ask why he was still eating them.
* * *
Giles’ eyes darkened as Buffy climbed on top of him, his hands moving to her hips and resting his thumbs against the sides of her abdomen. She smiled down at him, rocking her hips against his…relishing the sensation of his thick shaft sliding across her clitoris.
“Sorry…about earlier…”
He smiled and then groaned softly as she reached down and rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock. “S’alright…Christ…do that again…”
She complied with his request and grinned as his hips arched off the bed. “Giles?”
“Yeah?” He gasped, his accent slipping as his hands tightened on her hips, increasing the pressure of her warm heat against his erection.
She felt a shiver run through her. One word, spoken in a slightly rougher accent…it was amazing what that did to her. She licked her lips and covered his hands with hers.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve tied you…”
“It has.” He agreed with a smile, his eyes darting to the bedside table. “Middle drawer…you should find all you need.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Planning this, were you?”
He slid his hands from her hips, his eyes sparkling with desire. “Hoping, perhaps…”
“And when did you have time to put stuff in the drawer?”
His eyes darted to her heavy breasts. “When you were in the shower.”
She moved off of him, grinning as he groaned when she gave his erection a hard stroke before releasing him. She knelt and leaned over, bracing her weight with one hand on top of the bedside table as she used her other to open the drawer.
The temptation was too much for him to take. He gave in, rolling towards her and dragging his tongue over her left ass cheek. She jumped, clearly startled, and then gasped as his hands squeezed her cheeks before spreading them. She hissed in pleasure as he flicked his tongue against her anus.
With a gentle bite to her right cheek, he pulled away and rolled back to his prior position. She quickly emptied the contents of the drawer, tossing the items onto the bed before turning back to face him. Her eyes were drawn to his groin, his left hand stroking his cock as his right gently kneaded his balls.
“Jesus…” She whispered lustfully.
He stopped his movements, rubbing the palm of his right hand over his thigh…his left still wrapped around his erection. “Buffy…”
She blindly reached for the soft leather strap as she stared into his eyes. “You…should get comfortable now.”
He smiled as he gave his cock one more stroke before releasing it. “How do you want me?”
“It’s up to you…”
He swallowed as his eyes roamed over her body. “I think I’m fine where I am…”
She grinned and gestured towards the headboard. When he lifted his arms above his head and wrapped his fingers around the spindles, she straddled his stomach and leaned forward. He groaned as she secured his wrists to the headboard with the leather strap.
She met his eyes and stroked her fingertip down his cheek. “Okay?”
He nodded slowly, shuddering as her finger traced his bottom lip. “You’re already so wet…”
“Mm-hm…” She rotated her hips, spreading her moisture over his stomach. “Legs down, babe…”
He took a deep breath and lowered his legs back to the bed. “Buffy, please…”
“No teasing tonight, Giles.” She whispered and then repositioned herself over him. “I want to fuck you so hard…are you okay with that?”
“Oh fuck yes…” He growled, holding his hips still as she grasped his erection, slipping the head inside of her. “Now…fuck me now…”
She stared into his eyes and then, with a single nod, she slammed down on him. He pulled against his bindings, groaning loudly as she quickly lifted and slammed down again.
“Ssh…” She gasped, choosing a hard and fast pace. “Not so loud…kids…”
He bit his lip to stifle his groans, his hips moving with her. He would’ve asked her to stuff his mouth full with something…her tongue, a breast…but knew that it would be impossible given her current stage of pregnancy.
His teeth bit into his lip, drawing blood as he tried to keep from screaming in pleasure. Watching him writhe beneath her…seeing the drop of blood…feeling him thicken within her...it all threw her over the edge. She leaned back slightly, her right hand on his thigh as she came violently, flooding his thick cock as she covered her mouth with her left hand to stifle her loud groan.
“Buffy! Christ…” He moaned, dangerously close to his own orgasm. He sucked in a sharp breath when she suddenly moved off of him.
She didn’t say anything, but smiled at his groan of frustration. And then she sucked his cock into her mouth. She smiled inwardly as he cursed and bucked his hips against her mouth.
She sucked hard, cupping his testicles in her right hand and gently massaging them. She looked up as his back arched, his hands pulling at the headboard as he started to lose complete control. She slowed down, gently running her tongue along the underside of his erection.
It was then that he lifted his head and looked down at her through eyes nearly black with desire. His chest heaved, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
“Finish it, Buffy. God…let me come…”
She answered him with a wink and increased her pace again. Within a few strokes, he was sliding into her throat with ease. When he felt her move her finger between his ass cheeks, he groaned. When he felt her nudge her finger into him and past his sphincter, he hissed and then called her name.
And when her name left his lips, his cock exploded in her mouth.
She swallowed greedily, her hand moving from his balls to his stomach. She rubbed his skin soothingly as she eased back. He shuddered as the cool air took the place of her warm mouth around him.
“Untie me…” He gasped breathlessly as she moved up his body.
Within seconds, his hands were free. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and covered her mouth with his. He groaned as he tasted both of them on her tongue. He gasped as she tore her mouth from his and glided her lips down his neck.
When he felt her mouth close over the scar on his neck, he knew that the night wasn’t over yet.
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: One month after Pictures of the Past.
Synopsis: Lucas has a dream, Evan has a birthday, Giles has a discussion with someone who thinks that the time has come for certain revelations.
It was the ‘Fortnightly Get-Together’. Originally, it was to be the ‘Monthly Get-Together’…but, Willow had vetoed that idea quickly. She had said that she thought ‘monthly’ was too long. Everyone seemed to be in agreeance with her and it was changed to ‘fortnightly’. However, Giles wondered if fortnightly was going to be too much.
Four couples and eight children, soon to be nine children…a lot of people to have under one roof at one time each fortnight. When he had voiced his concern, Willow had smiled at him and said that it was different ‘because we’re family’.
Giles didn’t have the heart to tell her that once he left home, his family didn’t have get-togethers fortnightly…and his family had been a fair bit smaller. Instead he had just smiled and agreed to the proposed ‘Fortnightly Get-Together’.
And tonight was the second.
Anya smiled as Michael cuddled River. “You’re very good with babies. You should have one.”
Michael looked up quickly and then glanced at Ethan. “Er…well…that’s a bit difficult given the situation.”
“Why?”
When everyone stared at Anya, she rolled her eyes.
“You guys think I’m a complete idiot sometimes, don’t you? I know that two men can’t produce a baby…but, they could get a surrogate mother.” She huffed.
Giles grinned as Evan climbed up on his lap. Xander reached over and kissed Anya’s cheek, whispering one of the many reasons that he didn’t think she was an idiot into her ear. Buffy rubbed her swollen abdomen and smiled when Evan gently patted it.
Oz watched the three older girls play quietly together as Willow leaned against him and directed her gaze to Ethan and Michael.
“Have you guys ever thought about it? Having a baby, I mean?”
Michael placed a kiss on River’s forehead and smiled as she closed her eyes. “We’ve talked about it over the years…”
“And?” Anya prompted eagerly.
Ethan cleared his throat and looked around at the children around the room. “I truly do love them…each and every one of them…”
Evan grinned and waved at Ethan. “Love you too!”
Ethan chuckled and gave the boy a wink before continuing.
“But…I’m not father material.”
“You’re not much older than Giles…and they’re having another baby.” Anya responded, a puzzled tone in her voice.
Ethan smiled warmly. “It has nothing to do with my age, Anya. Some men are born to be fathers…some aren’t.”
Anya looked at Michael. “Were you?”
“Born to be a father?” Michael smiled as Anya nodded. He shook his head slowly and shifted River in his arms. “No. An uncle, yes. But…not a father.”
Rayna turned around and flashed a brilliant smile at Michael. “And you’re a good uncle!”
Michael looked at the little girl and returned her smile. “Thank you! You’re a wonderful niece.”
Rayna blushed lightly, giggled, and turned back to the game she was playing with Haddie and Maria. Xander cleared his throat and gestured towards his older daughter.
“She, uh…has a tendency of listening when you think she’s not.”
Buffy glanced at Lucas, who was busy showing Jake the way to make a ‘proper paper airplane’, and laughed. “Yeah, we had one of those too.”
Xander smiled, the memory of Lucas overhearing a conversation between him and Anya concerning Buffy shifting into his mind. “Yeah, I know.”
Evan leaned up and whispered in his father’s ear. Giles smiled and nodded. “Of course, Ev…go ahead and ask.”
Evan climbed down from Giles’ lap and walked over to Xander, putting his small hand on his knee. “Xannie?”
Xander chuckled at the nickname Evan had given him. “Yeah, Evvie?”
“I was wondering if I could have a glass of water?”
Xander tilted his head in thought. “Wouldn’t you rather have some apple juice?”
Evan’s eyes lit up. “Chunky or smooth?”
Willow looked at Buffy for clarification. Buffy snorted in amusement.
“I think he means cloudy or clear…but, chunky works too I guess.”
“Oh.” Willow said with a smile.
Xander ruffled Evan’s hair and grinned. “Well, the Xan Man knew what he meant…and I picked up some chunky apple juice for you today.”
Evan smiled brightly and happily followed Xander into the kitchen, telling him all about the tennis lessons that he was going to start taking soon. Anya furrowed her brow and looked back at Buffy and Giles as she leaned back against the cushions on the couch.
“I thought kids his age played soccer, or t-ball, or…pee-wee football…”
“Pee-wee football…” Giles huffed. “Thankfully that doesn’t exist here…yes, you have the U7 tag rugby, but…”
He paused as everyone seemed to be amused at his ramble. “Anyway…he wants to play tennis. If that’s what he wants to play, that’s what he can play.”
“What if one of them wants to play football? American football, I mean.” Willow asked, hiding her smile as Giles looked at her.
He studied her for a moment and then smiled. “I realize that you’re teasing me. I just don’t understand American football. However, if one of our children wanted to play…I wouldn’t say no just because I don’t understand it.”
“Have you ever watched a game?” Oz asked, tilting his head. “I mean…besides a Sunnydale High game. Because, Sunnydale? Not the best football players around.”
“No, I haven’t.” Giles admitted.
“You should come over and watch one with us. And…is it just me, or do you find it interesting that we’ve never had this conversation before?”
Giles just laughed, gesturing towards the sleeping baby in Michael’s arms. “I think it’s my turn now.”
Ethan grinned. “Never could keep you away from a baby…”
Giles returned the grin as Michael transferred River into his arms. “And…never could get you close to a baby…until a few years ago.”
“Things change, mate.” Ethan stated happily, smiling as Michael sat back down beside of him.
“Yes, they do.” Giles agreed softly, gazing down at River as he placed her on his thighs…her head resting just under his knees. “You look so much like your big sister.”
River yawned, blinking her eyes open for just a moment before falling back asleep.
* * *
Giles had seen the flash of desire in Buffy’s eyes as they looked at each other across the dinner table. He had looked away quickly, feeling a sudden rush of arousal sweep through him. The last thing he wanted was to have an erection in front of his children.
His face reddened as his mind conjured up a soundbite of Haddie’s innocent voice asking ‘why is your lap hard, Daddy?’. Braden looked up and noticed his father’s skin discoloration.
“You okay, Dad?”
“Hm?” He met Braden’s eyes quickly and nodded. “Yes, I’m fine…why would you ask?”
Braden shrugged and loaded his fork with mashed potatoes, which he had drowned in ketchup…a habit he had inherited from his mother. “I don’t know…you look a bit red.”
Buffy snorted a laugh, causing Giles to glare at her as he spoke to his oldest son. “No, I’m fine. Your mother just put a little extra chilli in my potatoes…as a joke.”
Braden laughed. Braden’s laugh was infectious…always had been. Within a minute, all four of the children were laughing uncontrollably. Buffy and Giles followed as well…with Buffy casting an apologetic glance to her husband.
Giles grinned as he gave her a nod of acceptance and went back to his dinner, carefully avoiding the potatoes…just in case one of the children should ask why he was still eating them.
* * *
Giles’ eyes darkened as Buffy climbed on top of him, his hands moving to her hips and resting his thumbs against the sides of her abdomen. She smiled down at him, rocking her hips against his…relishing the sensation of his thick shaft sliding across her clitoris.
“Sorry…about earlier…”
He smiled and then groaned softly as she reached down and rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock. “S’alright…Christ…do that again…”
She complied with his request and grinned as his hips arched off the bed. “Giles?”
“Yeah?” He gasped, his accent slipping as his hands tightened on her hips, increasing the pressure of her warm heat against his erection.
She felt a shiver run through her. One word, spoken in a slightly rougher accent…it was amazing what that did to her. She licked her lips and covered his hands with hers.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve tied you…”
“It has.” He agreed with a smile, his eyes darting to the bedside table. “Middle drawer…you should find all you need.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Planning this, were you?”
He slid his hands from her hips, his eyes sparkling with desire. “Hoping, perhaps…”
“And when did you have time to put stuff in the drawer?”
His eyes darted to her heavy breasts. “When you were in the shower.”
She moved off of him, grinning as he groaned when she gave his erection a hard stroke before releasing him. She knelt and leaned over, bracing her weight with one hand on top of the bedside table as she used her other to open the drawer.
The temptation was too much for him to take. He gave in, rolling towards her and dragging his tongue over her left ass cheek. She jumped, clearly startled, and then gasped as his hands squeezed her cheeks before spreading them. She hissed in pleasure as he flicked his tongue against her anus.
With a gentle bite to her right cheek, he pulled away and rolled back to his prior position. She quickly emptied the contents of the drawer, tossing the items onto the bed before turning back to face him. Her eyes were drawn to his groin, his left hand stroking his cock as his right gently kneaded his balls.
“Jesus…” She whispered lustfully.
He stopped his movements, rubbing the palm of his right hand over his thigh…his left still wrapped around his erection. “Buffy…”
She blindly reached for the soft leather strap as she stared into his eyes. “You…should get comfortable now.”
He smiled as he gave his cock one more stroke before releasing it. “How do you want me?”
“It’s up to you…”
He swallowed as his eyes roamed over her body. “I think I’m fine where I am…”
She grinned and gestured towards the headboard. When he lifted his arms above his head and wrapped his fingers around the spindles, she straddled his stomach and leaned forward. He groaned as she secured his wrists to the headboard with the leather strap.
She met his eyes and stroked her fingertip down his cheek. “Okay?”
He nodded slowly, shuddering as her finger traced his bottom lip. “You’re already so wet…”
“Mm-hm…” She rotated her hips, spreading her moisture over his stomach. “Legs down, babe…”
He took a deep breath and lowered his legs back to the bed. “Buffy, please…”
“No teasing tonight, Giles.” She whispered and then repositioned herself over him. “I want to fuck you so hard…are you okay with that?”
“Oh fuck yes…” He growled, holding his hips still as she grasped his erection, slipping the head inside of her. “Now…fuck me now…”
She stared into his eyes and then, with a single nod, she slammed down on him. He pulled against his bindings, groaning loudly as she quickly lifted and slammed down again.
“Ssh…” She gasped, choosing a hard and fast pace. “Not so loud…kids…”
He bit his lip to stifle his groans, his hips moving with her. He would’ve asked her to stuff his mouth full with something…her tongue, a breast…but knew that it would be impossible given her current stage of pregnancy.
His teeth bit into his lip, drawing blood as he tried to keep from screaming in pleasure. Watching him writhe beneath her…seeing the drop of blood…feeling him thicken within her...it all threw her over the edge. She leaned back slightly, her right hand on his thigh as she came violently, flooding his thick cock as she covered her mouth with her left hand to stifle her loud groan.
“Buffy! Christ…” He moaned, dangerously close to his own orgasm. He sucked in a sharp breath when she suddenly moved off of him.
She didn’t say anything, but smiled at his groan of frustration. And then she sucked his cock into her mouth. She smiled inwardly as he cursed and bucked his hips against her mouth.
She sucked hard, cupping his testicles in her right hand and gently massaging them. She looked up as his back arched, his hands pulling at the headboard as he started to lose complete control. She slowed down, gently running her tongue along the underside of his erection.
It was then that he lifted his head and looked down at her through eyes nearly black with desire. His chest heaved, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
“Finish it, Buffy. God…let me come…”
She answered him with a wink and increased her pace again. Within a few strokes, he was sliding into her throat with ease. When he felt her move her finger between his ass cheeks, he groaned. When he felt her nudge her finger into him and past his sphincter, he hissed and then called her name.
And when her name left his lips, his cock exploded in her mouth.
She swallowed greedily, her hand moving from his balls to his stomach. She rubbed his skin soothingly as she eased back. He shuddered as the cool air took the place of her warm mouth around him.
“Untie me…” He gasped breathlessly as she moved up his body.
Within seconds, his hands were free. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and covered her mouth with his. He groaned as he tasted both of them on her tongue. He gasped as she tore her mouth from his and glided her lips down his neck.
When he felt her mouth close over the scar on his neck, he knew that the night wasn’t over yet.