B/G Ficlet for Beadtific! *hugs Susi*
THE PROBLEM WITH LATE-NIGHT CEMETERY SEX
Author: PhenDog
Pairing: G/B
Summary: Watch out for that crunch!
Rating: Eh…honestly? PG-13, I think. Have you seen the show? They get away with much worse.
Disclaim: Not mine, and not happy about it!
A/N: more than 100 words for beadtific who wanted G/B, broken glasses, Buffy helping Giles home, and smut. Thought about trying to fit that into a drabble, but I just couldn’t!
“Buffy? Really, we shouldn’t…” Giles tried to break away from her grip, but she silenced him by pulling his head down so that she could cover his mouth with hers once again. She had him right where she wanted him…pinned between her and the marble mausoleum in the midnight darkness of Shady Pines Cemetery.
“It’s dead tonight…in the non-coming back to life sort of way. We’re fine. Now kiss me,” she demanded as soon as she could manage. Too caught up in the moment, he relented and pushed up her skirt enough to hook her panties and pull them down, aided by his Slayer as she wriggled her hips and kicked the undergarment away.
Buffy expected to feel his fingers plunge in, but he drew her closer, pressing her up against him as his hand cupped her ass. She felt the delicious feel of the denim of his jeans rub her sensitive areas where the skirt still rode up. Wanting more, she tried to crush in closer, but found herself frustrated.
Giles heard the mewling complaint and understood as he pushed off from the crypt, and then dropped to one knee, pulling her down as well, forcing his leg between hers so that she straddled him.
Buffy understood immediately, and spread her crouching stance wider, gripping his shoulders for leverage so she could ride him. Forcefully, she pushed herself up and down the length of his leg, bearing down until she heard him grunt in his efforts to hold still for her.
Nearing her release, Buffy slammed forward one more time, nearly toppling him, and dug her hand into his hair as her lips sought his. Giles felt his glasses being pushed away by her hand and falling, but thought little of it, as he swallowed the cries of her orgasm.
Finally, she recovered, and, dazed and slightly wobbly, started to push herself up, regaining her footing. Then she heard the crunch beneath her boot and looked down.
Immediately, she bent and recovered the victim of her footwear before Giles had the chance.
“Oh my god, Giles! I broke you!” she cried, noting the few shards of glass that clung desperately to the bent frame of the left hand side.
At her words, his look of dismay quickly melted to one of consternation. “I beg your pardon?”
“Well, I broke your glasses, anyway, but they’re a big part of the whole Gilesy experience.”
He took them from her and admitted to himself it was hopeless. “I can still replace them, you know.”
“Yeah…I guess.” She gave him a hand up. “Can you see? I don’t want you killing yourself tripping over any gravestones.”
“Not only am I not broken, I’m also not blind, Buffy. It’s a little blurry around the edges, that’s all.”
Buffy put her hands on her hips. “I don’t care…we’re going home where I’ll know for sure something’s not going to be able to sneak up on you. And I’m going to guide you the whole way, alright?”
While he privately agreed the graveyard wasn’t the best place for one of their encounters, he was still loathe to have Buffy escort him home like one of the infirm. “I can walk perfectly well, thank you,” he said through gritted teeth.
Buffy sighed, but knew it was worthless to argue with him that way. Still, she didn’t fancy him tripping all over the place. Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t win. “Sorry for the mood-killer anyway. Let me play guide-dog Buffy, and then we can finish what we started, huh, blind man?” Her hand crept around to pinch his backside and he yelped.
When the hand suddenly started to creep forward and apply just the right pressure, Giles suddenly felt his resistance to the situation melting away. Buffy’s suggestion sounded like the best all night.
Author: PhenDog
Pairing: G/B
Summary: Watch out for that crunch!
Rating: Eh…honestly? PG-13, I think. Have you seen the show? They get away with much worse.
Disclaim: Not mine, and not happy about it!
A/N: more than 100 words for beadtific who wanted G/B, broken glasses, Buffy helping Giles home, and smut. Thought about trying to fit that into a drabble, but I just couldn’t!
“Buffy? Really, we shouldn’t…” Giles tried to break away from her grip, but she silenced him by pulling his head down so that she could cover his mouth with hers once again. She had him right where she wanted him…pinned between her and the marble mausoleum in the midnight darkness of Shady Pines Cemetery.
“It’s dead tonight…in the non-coming back to life sort of way. We’re fine. Now kiss me,” she demanded as soon as she could manage. Too caught up in the moment, he relented and pushed up her skirt enough to hook her panties and pull them down, aided by his Slayer as she wriggled her hips and kicked the undergarment away.
Buffy expected to feel his fingers plunge in, but he drew her closer, pressing her up against him as his hand cupped her ass. She felt the delicious feel of the denim of his jeans rub her sensitive areas where the skirt still rode up. Wanting more, she tried to crush in closer, but found herself frustrated.
Giles heard the mewling complaint and understood as he pushed off from the crypt, and then dropped to one knee, pulling her down as well, forcing his leg between hers so that she straddled him.
Buffy understood immediately, and spread her crouching stance wider, gripping his shoulders for leverage so she could ride him. Forcefully, she pushed herself up and down the length of his leg, bearing down until she heard him grunt in his efforts to hold still for her.
Nearing her release, Buffy slammed forward one more time, nearly toppling him, and dug her hand into his hair as her lips sought his. Giles felt his glasses being pushed away by her hand and falling, but thought little of it, as he swallowed the cries of her orgasm.
Finally, she recovered, and, dazed and slightly wobbly, started to push herself up, regaining her footing. Then she heard the crunch beneath her boot and looked down.
Immediately, she bent and recovered the victim of her footwear before Giles had the chance.
“Oh my god, Giles! I broke you!” she cried, noting the few shards of glass that clung desperately to the bent frame of the left hand side.
At her words, his look of dismay quickly melted to one of consternation. “I beg your pardon?”
“Well, I broke your glasses, anyway, but they’re a big part of the whole Gilesy experience.”
He took them from her and admitted to himself it was hopeless. “I can still replace them, you know.”
“Yeah…I guess.” She gave him a hand up. “Can you see? I don’t want you killing yourself tripping over any gravestones.”
“Not only am I not broken, I’m also not blind, Buffy. It’s a little blurry around the edges, that’s all.”
Buffy put her hands on her hips. “I don’t care…we’re going home where I’ll know for sure something’s not going to be able to sneak up on you. And I’m going to guide you the whole way, alright?”
While he privately agreed the graveyard wasn’t the best place for one of their encounters, he was still loathe to have Buffy escort him home like one of the infirm. “I can walk perfectly well, thank you,” he said through gritted teeth.
Buffy sighed, but knew it was worthless to argue with him that way. Still, she didn’t fancy him tripping all over the place. Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t win. “Sorry for the mood-killer anyway. Let me play guide-dog Buffy, and then we can finish what we started, huh, blind man?” Her hand crept around to pinch his backside and he yelped.
When the hand suddenly started to creep forward and apply just the right pressure, Giles suddenly felt his resistance to the situation melting away. Buffy’s suggestion sounded like the best all night.