Hidden Truths (14/14)
Time flies...
This chapter is rated FRAO.
Six Months Later…
Time progressed quickly and Giles found it hard to believe that Buffy would probably be giving birth at any time now. He chuckled softly, sitting in their bed with his back resting against the headboard and a demonology text open across his thighs as Buffy slept soundly next to him. There were a lot of things that Giles found hard to believe lately.
Not long after Buffy and Dawn had moved to England, Ethan had proposed to Willow. According to Willow, it had been very romantic. Buffy had scoffed disbelievingly. Giles, however, had merely smiled…he knew that there was a romantic side to Ethan, even if Ethan desperately tried to deny it.
Willow accepted, of course. The wedding was only two months away now. When Giles had asked Ethan about the prospect of having children, Ethan had grinned and stated that they weren’t actively trying for a baby…but they weren’t exactly doing anything to prevent a pregnancy either.
Giles closed the book and placed it on his bedside table, smiling at Buffy as she shifted uncomfortably in her sleep. He glanced at the dresser, his eyes instantly finding the picture of Buffy, Xander, and Willow that always found a special place of display wherever Buffy was living.
Xander…
Giles smiled to himself and took a deep breath. Xander had taken Giles’ advice and not wasted time. Within two months of moving into Giles’ house with him and her sister, Dawn had moved out and into a two bedroom flat with Xander. They had made no secret of the fact that only one of the bedrooms would be used as such.
They seemed quite happy together and Giles was glad that Dawn wasn’t as forthcoming about certain aspects of a relationship with Xander as Anya had been. He knew that their relationship had turned sexual very early, but was very happy not to have a running commentary.
Just this morning, Xander had asked Giles’ permission to propose to Dawn. When Giles had responded that Xander didn’t need his permission, Xander had smiled and said that he was the closest thing to a father that Dawn had.
“Giles?”
He looked down at Buffy, smiling when he found her tired eyes gazing up at him. “What is it, love?”
“Can you talk to the baby?”
His smile grew as he slid down to the mattress and placed his hand on her very swollen abdomen. “Everything okay?”
She sighed and then grimaced. “I think he’s trying to see how far he can stretch my ribcage. And…I think he’s inherited your height.”
He chuckled softly and tenderly kissed her lips. During her fifth month of pregnancy, they had decided to learn the sex of their child. With Ethan’s help, they were able to accurately determine that the baby was indeed a boy…just like Buffy had said over a month earlier. It had taken them nearly three months to decide on a name.
Well, that wasn’t entirely correct. They had decided what they would call him. As for his full, proper name…that debate was still going on.
He moved down her body and kissed her stomach, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke. “You should be asleep, Leo. If you keep this behaviour up, your mum will never agree to have a brother or sister for you in a couple of years.”
He looked up, his smile shining in his eyes, when Buffy snorted.
“It seems as though I may already need to do a lot of convincing to have your mum agree.” He continued with a smile, his hand gently rubbing the spot where the baby had just kicked. “I do hope I’m successful in that venture…”
Buffy raised an eyebrow at him, relaxing as the baby calmed his movements. “You want another baby? We haven’t even had this one yet.”
Giles chuckled and kissed her stomach again before moving back to her side, resting his head on his pillow. “I didn’t mean immediately, Buffy.”
“Well, that’s good ‘cause I’m probably not going to let you near me for a few years after I have this one.” She replied with a broad grin.
He grinned back, sliding his hand up to cup a swollen, tender breast. She sighed softly at his gentle touch.
“You know that you have an obsession with these, right?” She asked, gesturing towards her breasts before running her fingers through his hair above his ear.
“I prefer to think of it as a healthy appreciation.” He replied, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her breast.
“Whatever.” Buffy said with a small laugh. “They’re not always going to be this big…”
He looked into her eyes and exhaled slowly. “It isn’t the size that attracts me, Buffy.”
“No?” She questioned, carefully rolling onto her side to face him.
“No. I’m not sure I can even explain it, but…it’s a confirmation of the fact that we’re having a child…”
She barked out a laugh, draping her arm over his side. “As if the huge stomach isn’t enough confirmation for you?”
“Your body is preparing itself for our child’s appearance…” He continued, pointedly ignoring her question. “Filling you with the nourishment needed for his sustenance.”
She furrowed her brow as she stared at him. “You say the strangest things sometimes.”
“How do you mean?” He asked, genuinely confused at her statement.
“You’re saying that you get turned on because my boobs are filling up with milk to feed our son…”
“I hardly said that it turns me on…”
She moved her hand between their bodies and ran her fingers along his erection, causing him to groan softly. “You were saying?”
“The heft of your breasts is not the reason for my current state, darling.”
“The heft of my…” She rolled her eyes as she slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pajama pants. “See? That’s a weird thing to say. And if that’s not the reason, what is?”
He swallowed thickly, his eyes darkening as her fingers lightly stroked his hard flesh. “You…you are the reason, Buffy.”
She smiled, curling her fingers around the warm shaft. “You say weird things, but you also say really sweet - ” Her smile suddenly contorted into a grimace, her hand tightening on his erection. “Shit!”
“Buffy!” He groaned in pain.
She inhaled sharply, gritting her teeth as the pain slowly eased off. “Jesus…”
He carefully pried her fingers loose from his now softening cock. “Buffy…what is it?”
“Um…labour, I think…”
His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
She stared at him, taking slow and deep breaths. “No, I’m not sure. I’ve never been in labour before…but, it hurt like fucking hell!”
He clambered out of bed, shooting her a glare when she snorted a laugh as he tripped over a shoe.
* * *
Ethan wiped the sweat from his brow as he reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table. It had signalled an incoming text message a while ago…but, he’d been too busy to look at it then. He smiled as Willow snuggled up next to him and then opened the message.
His eyes narrowed as he read the short message that asked him to call Giles. As he sat up and quickly scrolled through the contact list on his phone, Willow looked up at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Message said to call Rupert, but it wasn’t from his, or Buffy’s, phone.”
Willow pushed herself up, wrapping the sheet around her as she sat next to him. She started to say something, but stopped when Ethan started talking.
“Rupert? Is everything okay? I received a message from - ” He paused when Giles interrupted him with a soft chuckle.
“Everything’s fine, Ethan. I just asked the midwife to send you a message…”
“Midwife?” He glanced at Willow to find her eyes wide. “Why would the midwife send me a message?”
“Because we were on the phone with Dawn and Xander…but, I wanted to get a message to you. It doesn’t make much sense now, but at the time it did.”
“Rupert…”
“Leo has arrived. He’s a little over an hour old…and as beautiful as his mother.” Giles stated softly. “We wanted you and Willow to know.”
Ethan smiled brightly and met Willow’s eyes. “Buffy’s had the baby. A boy…Leo.”
Willow’s eyes glistened happily. “And Buffy?”
Hearing Willow’s question through the phone, Giles chuckled again. “Buffy is doing well. Though, she’s seemingly very angry with me at the moment.”
Ethan relayed the message to Willow, who wanted to know when they could come see Buffy and the baby. Ethan heard Buffy’s muffled voice over the line and smiled.
“How about we come by when visiting hours start? Give you two a chance to rest and such?”
Ethan frowned when Giles softly whispered ‘that would be fine’ in a distracted tone. “Rupert, is everything really okay?”
“I…yes, yes everything’s fine, honestly. I’m just having a hard time actually believing that I’m a father…that this perfect little boy is…” Giles sighed heavily. “I’m finding that I’m very emotional at the moment. It’s all overwhelming…and I’d have it no other way.”
Ethan’s smile returned. “You’re going to be a wonderful father, Rupert.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now…I’m sure that Buffy has a fairly large bed in her birthing suite, yes?”
Giles chuckled softly. “Yes.”
“So…go lie down with her. Hold her, tell her how much you love her. Her anger will dissipate fairly quickly, I’m sure…as it’s not true anger to begin with.” Ethan’s fingers absently ran up and down the smooth skin of Willow’s thigh. “And…does Master Leo have a middle name?”
Giles snorted a laugh. “At the moment, no. That is still under debate…however we do have it narrowed down to three choices.”
“ ‘Ethan’ one of those?”
Giles laughed heartily. “Goodnight, Ethan. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Ethan laughed with him. “Yeah, mate. And…congratulations. Pass that along to Buffy for us, yeah?”
“Will do.” Giles answered quietly before ending the call.
Ethan chuckled in amusement as he placed his phone back onto the bedside table. He slid back down on the mattress, pulling Willow with him.
“Everything okay?” Willow asked softly, concern in her voice.
“First time father jitters, I would imagine.” He whispered as he leaned over and tenderly kissed her. “Something I hope to experience soon.”
She smiled lovingly and ran her fingers through his damp hair.
* * *
Buffy exhaled slowly as Giles carefully climbed into the bed beside of her, their newborn child sleeping peacefully in her arms. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek as his large fingers caressed the baby’s head.
“God…he’s so beautiful, Giles.” She whispered, not taking her eyes off of their baby.
“Yes, he is.” Giles sighed happily, his index finger gently stroking the child’s cheek.
Buffy turned her eyes to his and smiled. “Elijah.”
“Elijah? Was that even on the list?”
She shook her head, carefully passing the sleeping baby to his father. “No…but, I was thinking about Mom…and what a wonderful grandmother she would’ve been. And…I’d kinda like for him to be named after her…as close as we can get anyway.”
Giles leaned down and kissed Leo’s forehead. He had known that Joyce’s middle name was Elyse, it wasn’t a huge leap that he had to take to get to the name Elijah.
“Leo Elijah Giles…”
“It sounds nice, doesn’t it?” She asked quietly, her heart warming as she watched Giles beam proudly as he gazed at his son.
“It does.” He slowly met her eyes and took a deep breath. “Nearly as nice as Buffy Anne Giles.”
She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening. “What?”
He carefully balanced his son in his right arm as he reached into the front left pocket of his jeans. Clearing his throat as he pulled the ring from his pocket, he licked his suddenly dry lips.
“I’ve come so close to asking this question so many times in the past few months. It just…seems right now.”
“Giles…”
“Buffy, will you marry me?”
A single tear escaped the corner of her left eye and rolled down her cheek. “Yes.”
He smiled, the simplicity of his proposal and her acceptance causing his smile to grow. Very few things in their lives were simple. But, when it came to their love…it wasn’t all that complicated anymore.
He slipped the diamond band onto her left ring finger and brushed his lips across hers.
* * *
One month later…
Buffy pulled the light blanket up over her sleeping son and carefully tucked him in. She marvelled at the fact that he was such a good sleeper. Within a couple of weeks, Leo had settled into a routine that suited everyone…waking only once or twice during the night for a feed.
She leaned over the side of the crib and kissed his forehead before whispering ‘I love you’ and turning the baby monitor on. She stole one last look at him before closing the door, sighing happily as the light from the hallway cast a soft glow on his sleeping form.
She made her way back to the bedroom that she had shared with Giles for the past seven months, smiling to find him sitting up in bed…his back against the headboard, a book held in his large hands.
He looked up from the book and smiled softly. “I trust that he’s still asleep?”
“Yeah…” She answered as she climbed onto the bed, pulling the book from his hands and placing it next to them before straddling his thighs. “I think we got lucky with him…the first month hasn’t been anything like I’d read in the books.”
Removing his glasses and placing them on the bedside table, he chuckled. “I think that they put the worst-case scenarios in those books.” As her hands rubbed his chest, he raised an eyebrow. “And…how are you feeling, love?”
“Never better. Having Slayer healing definitely comes in handy after childbirth.” She grinned as she moved forward and felt him harden beneath her. “How are you feeling?”
He slid his hands up her thighs, his fingers edging under the hem of her nightgown. “Suddenly very awake.”
“Good.” She whispered, lowering her mouth to his as she moved her hands over his shoulders.
Their mouths opened nearly immediately, tongues searching for one another as Giles’ hands pushed the nightgown up above her hips. He wasn’t exactly surprised to find that she was wearing nothing underneath the sheer silk. He also wasn’t exactly surprised when his cock hardened even more as she rocked her warm core against him.
He groaned into her mouth as her warmth seeped through his pajama pants. As his hands tightened on her hips, she broke the kiss and stared into his darkened eyes.
“God, I want you.”
He inhaled shakily as his hands guided her movements above him. “Are you sure that you’re ready?”
She nodded, closing her eyes in pleasure as his pajama-covered erection pressed into her wet folds. “So beyond ready…please, Giles…”
He reignited the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers as he pushed the nightgown up her body. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it over her head and drop it to the side, leaving her completely nude on top of him.
As his lips captured hers again, he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her thighs. He nibbled at her bottom lip as her hands stroked their way down his sides, pausing for a brief second when they brushed the waistband of his pajamas.
He supported most of his weight on his left arm, his right hand gently caressing a still-enlarged breast as his tongue dipped back into her mouth. She groaned into his mouth, pushing his pants down over his hips.
He released her mouth, moving his hand from her breast down to his erection. He gazed into her eyes as he guided his hardened flesh to her entrance. Bending her legs and resting her knees against his sides, she whispered her love for him as he nudged the head inside.
“I love you too, Buffy.” He whispered with conviction as he pushed his hips forward, groaning as her wet heat enveloped him. “My God…”
After ensuring that she was indeed alright, he began a slow rhythm, relishing her soft cries and moans of delight as he pushed her towards orgasm. As her hands moved over his heated skin, he realized that he had never been happier.
His life was nearly perfect…a loving relationship, a beautiful son, wonderful friends who were more family than friends…
He groaned softly as he felt the coolness of her ring against his back. A smile formed on his face as their eyes met and locked with one another, hips rising and falling together in perfect unison.
They had set the date for their wedding. In three weeks, she’d legally change her name from Summers to Giles. And then his life would be completely perfect.
He closed his eyes as he felt her inner walls clench around him, signalling her first orgasm of the night. For now…feeling her body move beneath him, her arms wrapped around him, her hands stroking his back as he made love to her…he had never felt more complete.
At that moment, he realized that his life already was completely perfect. They didn’t need a piece of paper to tell them how perfect their lives together were. And as she cried out his name as her fluids gushed over his thrusting erection, he made a promise to himself to tell her that very thing…but later.
Much later.
~ End
This chapter is rated FRAO.
Six Months Later…
Time progressed quickly and Giles found it hard to believe that Buffy would probably be giving birth at any time now. He chuckled softly, sitting in their bed with his back resting against the headboard and a demonology text open across his thighs as Buffy slept soundly next to him. There were a lot of things that Giles found hard to believe lately.
Not long after Buffy and Dawn had moved to England, Ethan had proposed to Willow. According to Willow, it had been very romantic. Buffy had scoffed disbelievingly. Giles, however, had merely smiled…he knew that there was a romantic side to Ethan, even if Ethan desperately tried to deny it.
Willow accepted, of course. The wedding was only two months away now. When Giles had asked Ethan about the prospect of having children, Ethan had grinned and stated that they weren’t actively trying for a baby…but they weren’t exactly doing anything to prevent a pregnancy either.
Giles closed the book and placed it on his bedside table, smiling at Buffy as she shifted uncomfortably in her sleep. He glanced at the dresser, his eyes instantly finding the picture of Buffy, Xander, and Willow that always found a special place of display wherever Buffy was living.
Xander…
Giles smiled to himself and took a deep breath. Xander had taken Giles’ advice and not wasted time. Within two months of moving into Giles’ house with him and her sister, Dawn had moved out and into a two bedroom flat with Xander. They had made no secret of the fact that only one of the bedrooms would be used as such.
They seemed quite happy together and Giles was glad that Dawn wasn’t as forthcoming about certain aspects of a relationship with Xander as Anya had been. He knew that their relationship had turned sexual very early, but was very happy not to have a running commentary.
Just this morning, Xander had asked Giles’ permission to propose to Dawn. When Giles had responded that Xander didn’t need his permission, Xander had smiled and said that he was the closest thing to a father that Dawn had.
“Giles?”
He looked down at Buffy, smiling when he found her tired eyes gazing up at him. “What is it, love?”
“Can you talk to the baby?”
His smile grew as he slid down to the mattress and placed his hand on her very swollen abdomen. “Everything okay?”
She sighed and then grimaced. “I think he’s trying to see how far he can stretch my ribcage. And…I think he’s inherited your height.”
He chuckled softly and tenderly kissed her lips. During her fifth month of pregnancy, they had decided to learn the sex of their child. With Ethan’s help, they were able to accurately determine that the baby was indeed a boy…just like Buffy had said over a month earlier. It had taken them nearly three months to decide on a name.
Well, that wasn’t entirely correct. They had decided what they would call him. As for his full, proper name…that debate was still going on.
He moved down her body and kissed her stomach, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke. “You should be asleep, Leo. If you keep this behaviour up, your mum will never agree to have a brother or sister for you in a couple of years.”
He looked up, his smile shining in his eyes, when Buffy snorted.
“It seems as though I may already need to do a lot of convincing to have your mum agree.” He continued with a smile, his hand gently rubbing the spot where the baby had just kicked. “I do hope I’m successful in that venture…”
Buffy raised an eyebrow at him, relaxing as the baby calmed his movements. “You want another baby? We haven’t even had this one yet.”
Giles chuckled and kissed her stomach again before moving back to her side, resting his head on his pillow. “I didn’t mean immediately, Buffy.”
“Well, that’s good ‘cause I’m probably not going to let you near me for a few years after I have this one.” She replied with a broad grin.
He grinned back, sliding his hand up to cup a swollen, tender breast. She sighed softly at his gentle touch.
“You know that you have an obsession with these, right?” She asked, gesturing towards her breasts before running her fingers through his hair above his ear.
“I prefer to think of it as a healthy appreciation.” He replied, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her breast.
“Whatever.” Buffy said with a small laugh. “They’re not always going to be this big…”
He looked into her eyes and exhaled slowly. “It isn’t the size that attracts me, Buffy.”
“No?” She questioned, carefully rolling onto her side to face him.
“No. I’m not sure I can even explain it, but…it’s a confirmation of the fact that we’re having a child…”
She barked out a laugh, draping her arm over his side. “As if the huge stomach isn’t enough confirmation for you?”
“Your body is preparing itself for our child’s appearance…” He continued, pointedly ignoring her question. “Filling you with the nourishment needed for his sustenance.”
She furrowed her brow as she stared at him. “You say the strangest things sometimes.”
“How do you mean?” He asked, genuinely confused at her statement.
“You’re saying that you get turned on because my boobs are filling up with milk to feed our son…”
“I hardly said that it turns me on…”
She moved her hand between their bodies and ran her fingers along his erection, causing him to groan softly. “You were saying?”
“The heft of your breasts is not the reason for my current state, darling.”
“The heft of my…” She rolled her eyes as she slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pajama pants. “See? That’s a weird thing to say. And if that’s not the reason, what is?”
He swallowed thickly, his eyes darkening as her fingers lightly stroked his hard flesh. “You…you are the reason, Buffy.”
She smiled, curling her fingers around the warm shaft. “You say weird things, but you also say really sweet - ” Her smile suddenly contorted into a grimace, her hand tightening on his erection. “Shit!”
“Buffy!” He groaned in pain.
She inhaled sharply, gritting her teeth as the pain slowly eased off. “Jesus…”
He carefully pried her fingers loose from his now softening cock. “Buffy…what is it?”
“Um…labour, I think…”
His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
She stared at him, taking slow and deep breaths. “No, I’m not sure. I’ve never been in labour before…but, it hurt like fucking hell!”
He clambered out of bed, shooting her a glare when she snorted a laugh as he tripped over a shoe.
* * *
Ethan wiped the sweat from his brow as he reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table. It had signalled an incoming text message a while ago…but, he’d been too busy to look at it then. He smiled as Willow snuggled up next to him and then opened the message.
His eyes narrowed as he read the short message that asked him to call Giles. As he sat up and quickly scrolled through the contact list on his phone, Willow looked up at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Message said to call Rupert, but it wasn’t from his, or Buffy’s, phone.”
Willow pushed herself up, wrapping the sheet around her as she sat next to him. She started to say something, but stopped when Ethan started talking.
“Rupert? Is everything okay? I received a message from - ” He paused when Giles interrupted him with a soft chuckle.
“Everything’s fine, Ethan. I just asked the midwife to send you a message…”
“Midwife?” He glanced at Willow to find her eyes wide. “Why would the midwife send me a message?”
“Because we were on the phone with Dawn and Xander…but, I wanted to get a message to you. It doesn’t make much sense now, but at the time it did.”
“Rupert…”
“Leo has arrived. He’s a little over an hour old…and as beautiful as his mother.” Giles stated softly. “We wanted you and Willow to know.”
Ethan smiled brightly and met Willow’s eyes. “Buffy’s had the baby. A boy…Leo.”
Willow’s eyes glistened happily. “And Buffy?”
Hearing Willow’s question through the phone, Giles chuckled again. “Buffy is doing well. Though, she’s seemingly very angry with me at the moment.”
Ethan relayed the message to Willow, who wanted to know when they could come see Buffy and the baby. Ethan heard Buffy’s muffled voice over the line and smiled.
“How about we come by when visiting hours start? Give you two a chance to rest and such?”
Ethan frowned when Giles softly whispered ‘that would be fine’ in a distracted tone. “Rupert, is everything really okay?”
“I…yes, yes everything’s fine, honestly. I’m just having a hard time actually believing that I’m a father…that this perfect little boy is…” Giles sighed heavily. “I’m finding that I’m very emotional at the moment. It’s all overwhelming…and I’d have it no other way.”
Ethan’s smile returned. “You’re going to be a wonderful father, Rupert.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now…I’m sure that Buffy has a fairly large bed in her birthing suite, yes?”
Giles chuckled softly. “Yes.”
“So…go lie down with her. Hold her, tell her how much you love her. Her anger will dissipate fairly quickly, I’m sure…as it’s not true anger to begin with.” Ethan’s fingers absently ran up and down the smooth skin of Willow’s thigh. “And…does Master Leo have a middle name?”
Giles snorted a laugh. “At the moment, no. That is still under debate…however we do have it narrowed down to three choices.”
“ ‘Ethan’ one of those?”
Giles laughed heartily. “Goodnight, Ethan. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Ethan laughed with him. “Yeah, mate. And…congratulations. Pass that along to Buffy for us, yeah?”
“Will do.” Giles answered quietly before ending the call.
Ethan chuckled in amusement as he placed his phone back onto the bedside table. He slid back down on the mattress, pulling Willow with him.
“Everything okay?” Willow asked softly, concern in her voice.
“First time father jitters, I would imagine.” He whispered as he leaned over and tenderly kissed her. “Something I hope to experience soon.”
She smiled lovingly and ran her fingers through his damp hair.
* * *
Buffy exhaled slowly as Giles carefully climbed into the bed beside of her, their newborn child sleeping peacefully in her arms. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek as his large fingers caressed the baby’s head.
“God…he’s so beautiful, Giles.” She whispered, not taking her eyes off of their baby.
“Yes, he is.” Giles sighed happily, his index finger gently stroking the child’s cheek.
Buffy turned her eyes to his and smiled. “Elijah.”
“Elijah? Was that even on the list?”
She shook her head, carefully passing the sleeping baby to his father. “No…but, I was thinking about Mom…and what a wonderful grandmother she would’ve been. And…I’d kinda like for him to be named after her…as close as we can get anyway.”
Giles leaned down and kissed Leo’s forehead. He had known that Joyce’s middle name was Elyse, it wasn’t a huge leap that he had to take to get to the name Elijah.
“Leo Elijah Giles…”
“It sounds nice, doesn’t it?” She asked quietly, her heart warming as she watched Giles beam proudly as he gazed at his son.
“It does.” He slowly met her eyes and took a deep breath. “Nearly as nice as Buffy Anne Giles.”
She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening. “What?”
He carefully balanced his son in his right arm as he reached into the front left pocket of his jeans. Clearing his throat as he pulled the ring from his pocket, he licked his suddenly dry lips.
“I’ve come so close to asking this question so many times in the past few months. It just…seems right now.”
“Giles…”
“Buffy, will you marry me?”
A single tear escaped the corner of her left eye and rolled down her cheek. “Yes.”
He smiled, the simplicity of his proposal and her acceptance causing his smile to grow. Very few things in their lives were simple. But, when it came to their love…it wasn’t all that complicated anymore.
He slipped the diamond band onto her left ring finger and brushed his lips across hers.
* * *
One month later…
Buffy pulled the light blanket up over her sleeping son and carefully tucked him in. She marvelled at the fact that he was such a good sleeper. Within a couple of weeks, Leo had settled into a routine that suited everyone…waking only once or twice during the night for a feed.
She leaned over the side of the crib and kissed his forehead before whispering ‘I love you’ and turning the baby monitor on. She stole one last look at him before closing the door, sighing happily as the light from the hallway cast a soft glow on his sleeping form.
She made her way back to the bedroom that she had shared with Giles for the past seven months, smiling to find him sitting up in bed…his back against the headboard, a book held in his large hands.
He looked up from the book and smiled softly. “I trust that he’s still asleep?”
“Yeah…” She answered as she climbed onto the bed, pulling the book from his hands and placing it next to them before straddling his thighs. “I think we got lucky with him…the first month hasn’t been anything like I’d read in the books.”
Removing his glasses and placing them on the bedside table, he chuckled. “I think that they put the worst-case scenarios in those books.” As her hands rubbed his chest, he raised an eyebrow. “And…how are you feeling, love?”
“Never better. Having Slayer healing definitely comes in handy after childbirth.” She grinned as she moved forward and felt him harden beneath her. “How are you feeling?”
He slid his hands up her thighs, his fingers edging under the hem of her nightgown. “Suddenly very awake.”
“Good.” She whispered, lowering her mouth to his as she moved her hands over his shoulders.
Their mouths opened nearly immediately, tongues searching for one another as Giles’ hands pushed the nightgown up above her hips. He wasn’t exactly surprised to find that she was wearing nothing underneath the sheer silk. He also wasn’t exactly surprised when his cock hardened even more as she rocked her warm core against him.
He groaned into her mouth as her warmth seeped through his pajama pants. As his hands tightened on her hips, she broke the kiss and stared into his darkened eyes.
“God, I want you.”
He inhaled shakily as his hands guided her movements above him. “Are you sure that you’re ready?”
She nodded, closing her eyes in pleasure as his pajama-covered erection pressed into her wet folds. “So beyond ready…please, Giles…”
He reignited the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers as he pushed the nightgown up her body. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it over her head and drop it to the side, leaving her completely nude on top of him.
As his lips captured hers again, he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her thighs. He nibbled at her bottom lip as her hands stroked their way down his sides, pausing for a brief second when they brushed the waistband of his pajamas.
He supported most of his weight on his left arm, his right hand gently caressing a still-enlarged breast as his tongue dipped back into her mouth. She groaned into his mouth, pushing his pants down over his hips.
He released her mouth, moving his hand from her breast down to his erection. He gazed into her eyes as he guided his hardened flesh to her entrance. Bending her legs and resting her knees against his sides, she whispered her love for him as he nudged the head inside.
“I love you too, Buffy.” He whispered with conviction as he pushed his hips forward, groaning as her wet heat enveloped him. “My God…”
After ensuring that she was indeed alright, he began a slow rhythm, relishing her soft cries and moans of delight as he pushed her towards orgasm. As her hands moved over his heated skin, he realized that he had never been happier.
His life was nearly perfect…a loving relationship, a beautiful son, wonderful friends who were more family than friends…
He groaned softly as he felt the coolness of her ring against his back. A smile formed on his face as their eyes met and locked with one another, hips rising and falling together in perfect unison.
They had set the date for their wedding. In three weeks, she’d legally change her name from Summers to Giles. And then his life would be completely perfect.
He closed his eyes as he felt her inner walls clench around him, signalling her first orgasm of the night. For now…feeling her body move beneath him, her arms wrapped around him, her hands stroking his back as he made love to her…he had never felt more complete.
At that moment, he realized that his life already was completely perfect. They didn’t need a piece of paper to tell them how perfect their lives together were. And as she cried out his name as her fluids gushed over his thrusting erection, he made a promise to himself to tell her that very thing…but later.
Much later.
~ End