B/G Fic - Blame the Candy - Part 8/8
Blame the Candy Part 8/8
WARNING: Rated FRAO
A/N: Final chapter, folks. Buckle up and I hope you enjoy the ride.
...and to MusoukaS for the always so kind and great beta!
Their kiss had a different taste now. It seemed somewhat sweeter as it carried all the love they shared. They were finally calling for a ceasefire on their insane game of tonight. To imagine that they owed this happiness to the Band Candy, more particularly to Ethan and the Mayor, was immensely ironic.
From the moment when Ripper showed some sort of attraction towards Buffy, which later incited Buffy's revenge with her animal mating, then to the moment when they were simply Buffy Summers and Rupert Giles, discovering each other and how their Slayer-Watcher bond grew from trust and respect to trust, desire, love and even more respect. She knew more about him now and it was as if a mask had being removed from the stiff British man who she so intimately touched now. He also was more aware of her, how she had matured and how honest her feelings were towards him.
Their destiny had been chosen and imposed on them. They had been united to perform their heavy responsibility, to save the world on a daily basis. No permission was asked from them, their burden wasn't an option.
On the other hand, their recently discovered love for one another was entirely their choice, there was no demand nor obligation. There were, however, some silent promises of happiness and eternal love between them, the usual kind of promises that tend to rise each time a couple in love hold hands, share a kiss or make love.
Giles and Buffy shared a kiss that was growing from tender and warm into passionate and searing. Both broke the kiss and let their foreheads rest against each others. Their breath was short and quick.
"Buffy, Luv, we should be going now," he swallowed hard and caressed her cheek with his hand, "the night has been very intense and I'm afraid I'm not being able to control my instincts anymore."
"So, don't", she requested.
"Buffy, I," he blushed and was unsure how he could exactly say what he needed to say, but at this point, there was no room for embarrassment and he managed to continue, "I don't have, um, protection with me right now."
Buffy blushed even more fiercely and retrieved a blue foil pack from the back pocket of her skirt and handed it to him.
He was completely startled and she decided to offer her explanations beforehand, "I, I've got it from one of the guys' locker in the changing room earlier on. I... please, don't judge me... The locker was open and it was there, and we... there was this thing going on between us... I just, I just thought that... maybe... sorry."
"Buffy," he said as he caressed her arms gently, "there is nothing to feel sorry about, I understand. I feel rather flattered, actually." He chuckled. "However, I would still immensely regret it if we had our first night of love on this wonky couch, you deserve far better."
"But Giles, I want it to be here, at the school, it's where everything started. This place is not so bad... We've got a whole, empty building under us for at least a few hours and we've even got candles," she smiled to him, kissing his lips ever so briefly.
He playfully rolled his eyes, "I know, this is your special place..."
"Hey! Do you prefer going back to the swimming pool?", she teased.
"At least there would be no sweating", he bit back matter-of-factly.
"Come here," he said, gently pulling her up from the couch with him, "I believe there's something we could arrange."
He retrieved his jacket from the back of the couch and placed it flatly opened on the wooden floor at the centre of the room. He knelt down and helped her to sit on his jacket. He sat by her side and both stretched their legs parallel to each others' and used their arms to support their upper bodies over the thick and surprisingly rather comfortable lining of his tweed garment. He noticed with some relief that the floor was spotlessly clean for his jacket's sake.
"I like your idea", Buffy gave him an approving smile.
"Isn't the floor too hard for you?", he asked.
"Nope, it's kinda perfect," she reassured him, "especially considering that we've been playing around on the floor a lot lately".
They laughed at that, remembering the scenes that she was referring to; on the library's and on his office's floor.
Giles glanced around them, "This is indeed an adorable place."
He admired the soft shadows, produced by the candle flames, playing on the walls. He smiled and looked back at her, his eyes focusing deep into hers. "And I aim to make it even more special for you, for both of us," he finished, cupping her cheek as he brought his face to her and slowly kissed her mouth.
He leaned his body over hers as both lowered their upper bodies to the ground. He continued kissing her and started to run his hand over her torso, feeling all her nicely-shaped curves underneath the touch of his hand. Giles trailed his mouth down to her neck. He nuzzled her skin, "God, you smell divine." She moaned and he kissed her neck, making his way to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe and whispered hoarsely, "Your skin feels like silk." The sentence came out as his warm hand had started to climb up her body underneath the fabric of her top, making Buffy shiver at the sensation.
When his hand grazed her breast, she gasped and her body tensed up. She grew distressed and he immediately noticed it. He pulled his hand away and searched for her eyes, "Is there something wrong?"
"No, no, it's just, I'm a little nervous, that's all. I'm not sure what to do and I'm afraid of disappointing you. You know, your fantasies, they were pretty hot. I guess I'm a bit of a slow motion amateur at this. But please, don't stop, I want it, a lot", she gave him a shy smile.
"Luv, there is no rush, we are making love; it's about loving each other. There shan't be any sort of animal mating, let alone I'd position myself behind you. Not now, no. We will certainly have plenty of time to experience, explore and, most importantly, learn together later", he calmed her down as he caressed her cheek.
"For now," he said, gently bringing her on top of him to straddle his lap, "I'd like you to set the pace here and do whatever you feel comfortable with. There is no obligation and you can stop at any time. My only desire is for you to relax and enjoy our time together, as much as I'm doing."
She leaned down and kissed him, "You are amazing, you know that?"
"Mm," came a muffled sound from him when she kissed him again, preventing him from uttering any kind of witty answer.
Sitting back up, Buffy slipped her hands from his neck down to his chest. She let her hands run freely over the thin fabric. Giles held her softly while she advanced in her explorations. Buffy lifted her body off of his slightly and carefully pulled his shirt tail out of his trousers. She ran her hands on and up the length of his shirt and played with one of the buttons. She lowered her hips back down, slowly grinding herself against his hardness and watched as Giles gasped and his hands gripped her thighs.
Buffy started to unbutton his shirt and his breath became uneven. She finished her task and ran her hands on his bare skin, starting from his stomach to all the way up his shoulders, opening the shirt and exposing his chest to her for the second time that night. However, now, she was allowed to stare and touch him. And so she did, watching as her fingers trailed through the soft hair there. It had a nice and relaxing feeling to it.
She bent down and blew over his chest. He chuckled at that and goose bumps formed on his skin. She lowered her mouth and kissed the spot. She inhaled deeply, "You, too, smell nice."
"I've just had a shower," he pointed out absently.
"I know," she replied playfully, bringing her face up to nuzzle into his neck, "I was there."
He moaned in pleasure, "Mm, were you?"
"Yeah," and she continued her ministrations, "I've seen what you've done."
"Mm, and did you like it?"
"You bet your cute, little butt I did"
"Mm, cute, is it?"
She slipped her hand under his bum and gave it a sensual, long squeeze. "I'm just making sure," she whispered into his ear, making him shiver in complete pleasure.
He passionately ran his hands up her back, "Christ, Buffy, take your top off for me. I'd love to see you again."
"I thought that I was the one supposed to set the pace here," she teased before sitting up straight and slowly removing her top.
He gazed intensely at her newly exposed skin, "Good Lord! I'd almost lost my mind when you stripped in front of me at the pool".
He brought his hands up and ran them over her slim torso. She took a deep breath and straightened her body even more as she felt the pleasure his touch was bringing to her. She held both of his hands in hers and brought them to her breasts, encouraging him to touch her there. He cupped and caressed them through the black, lacy fabric. They both moaned at the sensation of sharing such an intimate touch.
Giles' hands were skilled at all times and they did not disappoint on this particular occasion and Buffy felt herself becoming even more aroused. She leaned down and kissed him passionately before standing up and removing her shoes and skirt. He watched her movements with his breath caught in his throat.
"You are magnificent", he complemented.
"Really?", she asked a bit self unconscious as she returned to her previous position. Without the skirt, she could straddle him easier.
"Um-huh", he affirmed as he slowly ran his eyes and hands from her thighs up to her torso. He caressed her abs with desire, "How I wish to feel you all over with my mouth".
"With your tongue, like Ripper did to my neck?", she dared to probe.
He chuckled with a hint of mischief, but said nothing.
Buffy reached down for his belt and ran a hand over its leather surface before touching the buckle. He stopped his actions and watched her expectantly as she undid his belt. She also undid the button of his trousers, noticing how restraining the fabric was over his erect member. Giles heaved an unconscious sigh of relief when Buffy lowered the zipper down.
She could see his underwear and noticed the bulge in there, the clear shape of his manhood. She couldn't resist and she ran her fingers lightly over the cotton material, in similar way she had seen him doing in the shower. Giles closed his eyes and basked in that feeling.
Buffy rolled to her side, getting off of him, "Do you mind taking your trousers off for me? I mean, you seem to like to keep them on for some reason."
He removed his shoes, socks and trousers without the need of getting up. "No, no reason", his voice huskily came out with some difficult. He seemed lost in desire and lost of words.
Buffy straddled him again and wiggled her body down onto his so that she could run her hands over his nice thighs. Her hands were light against his legs' hair, running up and down. The heat of his body radiating to her palms.
"No," she said, "not skinny at all."
He simply grinned, looking up to the ceiling as he appreciated her caresses.
She bent down, placing a trail of kisses on his thighs and Giles quietly groaned. She positioned her upper body straight up again and ran firm hands up the side of his thighs, underwear and flanks. Her hands crept downwards and her fingers ran sensuously over the waistband.
Giles raised his head from the floor and brought one of his hands to rest under it. He looked at her now, his eyes already darker with desire. She gazed into them and hooked her fingers into his waistband. She applied a little pressure to remove it and he lifted his pelvis up from the floor as a silent encouragement. She carefully pulled the material down his legs and placed it over his previously discarded trousers. The act made him shiver, but he kept himself still as he watched her movements.
Resuming her ministrations, Buffy's hands touched his abs before following the path of hair downwards. Her fingers grazed the head of his member, causing him to hiss. She caressed down its shaft, feeling the veins she had seen before in the shower.
Her actions were slow and gentle while Giles' hands were expertly making feather-light patterns on her thighs.
She alternated her gaze between his face and her hands. As much as his body fascinated her, his facial expressions translated all the pleasure and desire he was feeling at that moment. They were all new expressions she never imagined to see on him, at least, not before tonight.
She wrapped one hand around his shaft and gave it a firm squeeze, feeling the iron hardness of it. Giles groaned louder this time and gripped both of her thighs. He seemed to unconsciously apply extreme force on his hands' grip and she could feel how strong and hungry for her he was. His face was also a dead give away to how far gone he was.
She stroked his shaft once, then twice, watching as the sensitive, thin skin slid up and down, "Am I doing it right?"
"Fuck, yes!", he hissed.
"Geez, what a dirty mouth", she teased, pausing her actions.
He grunted and bucked his hips up in search of more friction.
She placed her opposite hand over his hips and pressed it down, holding it firm to the ground. She kept both of her hands immobile. He growled restless and she just watched him with a hint of defeating eyes.
"You are taking pleasure in this," he looked bewildered at her, "having control over me." The words came out from him between gritted teeth and short pants.
Buffy was amazed at how he could bring those feelings into her. Their cat and mouse sexual game seemed to be running deeper into them; two strong people fighting and taking turns in overpowering each other and drowning in deep pleasure while doing so. She was duelling with the beast within him that she never wished to tame, she concluded.
"I am," she muttered, lowering her gaze. "But, it's not what I want now. Sorry, I, I kinda lost myself." She flashed an apologetic look at him.
Giles had already everything clear in his mind; she didn't need to elaborate further. "That's alright, Luv. Shall we take it easier then?"
She smiled brightly at him, "Yeah, easy is good."
"Why don't you lay down by my side and allow me to worship you for a little while?", he suggested.
"Mm-huh", she said promptly as she took her position next to him, laying her back flat on his jacket.
He shifted to give her space and turned to her, lifting his upper body up to watch her better. "You are very saucy, I tell you", he playfully said, smiling lovingly down at her.
He kissed her deeply and gently caressed her arms and neck between uttering sweet yet sensuous complements about her body. He ran his fingers over the skin at the rim of her bra. He slowly lowered the straps from her shoulders. Her breathing was becoming ragged and he bent his head to her breasts, blowing warm air on the edge of the fabric. He kissed there and suddenly undid the front clasp of her bra. "Alright?", he hoarsely asked, not letting his mouth break contact with her skin.
"Yeah", she breathed out and he let her bra fall open.
He kissed her mouth again as he removed her bra from her arms and discarded it. His mouth made its way to her neck and, at the same time, his hand warmly cupped her breast. He caressed the soft and sensitive skin, bare now. Buffy was overloading in sensation, his kisses and his expert hand over her breast were making her drench in arousal. She moaned louder and arched her body into his touch.
He reached her ear and whispered hoarsely, "You are mine".
He ran his hand down her body and, without further warning, touched her through her black knickers. They gasped together. "Incredibly wet, Christ", he managed to somehow voice it in astonishment.
"Remove them for me, Luv."
She shifted and removed her knickers before lying back onto his jacket.
His mouth found her ear again, "I love it when you show me how willing you are".
He ran his hand across the inside of her thighs and she eagerly spread her legs apart. He groaned at this subsequent gesture of willingness.
He touched her bare now. It was a wonderful sensation. It felt warm and damp, meaning a physiological invitation to their union. He told her that and whispered more words into her ear that made her shiver.
Buffy's moans and gasps were becoming more frequent and every little sound that escaped her mouth fed his desire. After running a gentle finger through her folds for a while, spreading the moisture in there, his finger found her core. He entered her slowly and she gasped and closed her eyes, bringing her head backwards.
He held his finger there and kissed her breasts softly. He ran his open mouth over the hard peaks and flicked his tongue ever so gently as he knew the area was extremely sensitive now.
He started on a slow in and out movement of his finger; long movements. "I am yours", she whimpered, breaking up her sentence a few times to pant.
Her surrender was his undoing and he changed his position to kneel between her legs. He lowered his mouth to her and she shivered sharply at the moment he started to taste her juice. She opened her eyes to watch him. No one had ever tasted her there.
He found her clitoris and flicked his tongue over it at the same time his finger slid easer into her again. Buffy watched him as much as she could until the pleasure took control of her body and she threw her head back, tightly shutting her eyes close.
She took a deep breath to manage to speak, "Giles, please. Don't..."
He slowed down his actions and gradually retrieved his finger from inside of her. He cleaned his mouth and finger on his shirt.
He came to rest by her side again and lovingly caressed her arm.
Buffy turned her face to him, gazing with dazzled eyes, "I want you inside me".
"I will," he smiled, "but I want you to be in control of it, on top of me, taking me in. Does this feel fair to you?"
"I don't know if fair is the correct word... dreamy is more of a good one", she reciprocated his smile.
He lay on his back again and she climbed on top of him. He reached for the blue foil pack. "Naughty!", he charmingly teased in his adorable English accent and handed it to her.
She smirked mischievously at him. She took the pack with both hands and carefully opened it before removing the condom from inside. She held his erect member with one hand and used the other to roll the clear latex material down its length.
Buffy bent down and kissed him passionately, their tongues translating all anticipation and desire. They eagerly tasted each other and she could feel the unfamiliar taste of her own juice. This kiss was the most erotic one they'd shared and with that, she held his cock and positioned it at her centre, its sheathed head grazing her entrance. Their eyes locked and she lowered her body down onto his. She took him slowly and in tortuous, inch by inch.
She didn't feel the pain she'd expected to feel and he could sense this with relief. He relaxed and gave himself over to the sensation of her strongly surrounding him. There was no need to point out that this feeling was way more superb than it had being in his imagination.
Buffy positioned her palms flat on his chest and started to move her hips, at first, rocking her pelvis back and forth. Giles hissed and rested his hands over her hips. Buffy moved at pure instinct, feeling how he filled her entirely. She made circle movements with her pelvis and he moaned in a way she hadn't heard before.
Buffy started to rise and slowly fall along the length of his shaft. Giles held her hands firm to his chest, helping her balance while both uttered pleasure sounds.
"Come down and give me a kiss", he requested.
However, at the instant she started to bend down, she felt that the pressure of her clitoris on his body combined with the vibration produced by their movements brought an incredible intense sensation. She gasped sharply and completely forgot about the kiss request by him. He smirked at noticing that his original, hidden wish had been fulfilled.
Buffy kept herself in a position that she had her clit pressed and started to ride him again. After a while, her movements became more intense and he started to meet her strokes, bucking his hips up. They were now acting completely on their instincts and their pace became frantic. The rhythm was disordered and wild.
Giles gripped her hips, urging her moves.
"Giles?", she breathed out as she felt her orgasm approaching.
"Let yourself go", he panted huskily.
"Giles! God, oh! God, Giles!" she exclaimed and a moment later, she was crying her release out loud.
He felt her walls convulsing around him, squeezing him even tighter. He held her hips still and at a certain distance and pumped from under her. He tilted his pelvis and hit her extra sensitive spot inside her canal. Buffy's eyes went wide open due to the shot of ecstasy that cursed though her.
Her beautiful, yet extremely erotic surrender combined with the maddening friction over his sensitive sheathed skin made it impossible to delay his orgasm anymore. He finally came with a shout of her name, just like he had described in his fantasy.
He was so lost in his own mind-blowing sensation that he barely registered that she came for the second time.
Buffy lowered her body on him, completely spent and sated.
They could feel each others' body slightly trembling as the aftermath of their love making caught up with them. She rested her head on his neck.
It took a while for their breathing return to normal.
She slowly removed herself from him and he took care of the condom, removing and carefully discarding it.
He was covered in clean sweat and his hair was adorably tussled. She played a little with his hair before he turned her on her side and cuddled her from behind for a brief, well-deserved rest.
"I love you", he whispered, playing and caressing her fingers as he held her in his arms.
"I love you more", she said happily.
"I doubt it", he chuckled and lightly bit her shoulder.
"Well... I'm just gonna have to prove it to you after school tomorrow."
He nuzzled into her neck, "Mm, it sounds rather promising".
"Yeah, like... on the library floor, in your office, in the shower, in the pool..."
"Hm?", he asked with startled wide-opened eyes.
THE END