Faith/Giles fic - Car Park Fun (NC-17) - Part 1/3
A/N: Thanks a lot to the lovely mmagnet_ff for the great beta.
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“Faith, would you drop the issue, please? I’m not interested, thank you very much,” Giles said sarcastically as he burst out through Sunnydale High’s door with a pile of books in his arms.
It was already late night when Giles crossed the school’s car park hurriedly aiming for his car. Faith was on his tail.
“You’re a shit Watcher, y’know?”
He simply rolled his eyes, ignoring her as he opened the door to the back seat of his car with some difficulty. However, before he could place the pile of books inside, Faith reached for the top one in a swift movement.
He placed the rest of the books on the seat, patiently closed the door and turned to face her. She held the book to him and he motioned to get it. However, she pulled the book away at the last minute and placed her hand behind her.
“I only asked for a massage. I’m kinda beat up,” she whined, taking a step closer to him.
“I’m not your Watcher,” Giles said dryly. He tried to sound indifferent towards her advances but at the same time his body betrayed him as he backed away from her defensively.
She obviously didn’t miss that sign. “I know, but I’ve been kicking vamp ass all night long. I think I deserve a little... cookie.”
“Faith, don’t make this situation even more uncomfortable. “
“Geez, relax... we don’t want anyone uncomfortable here, do we?” She got even closer to him now, “to tell you the truth, I was kinda planning for us to get very comfortable.” She purred as she reached for the buckle of his belt.
Giles widened his eyes, shocked by her boldness. He brushed her hand away firmly this time, “You are merely a child, for Christ’s sake.”
He put his hands on each side of her hips to push her away from him. She tucked the book she’d been holding securely into the back edge of her tight dark jeans and placed her hands over his. She held his hands there, tightening their grip over her own hips. She then made his fingers slide up her bare flanks and down again over her hips, almost to her thighs.
“I doubt this feels like a girl's body to you.”
He swallowed hard and had to agree with her as he had felt under his palms all the curves and warmth of a very desirable woman.
She looked down on him and saw the bulge in his trousers. She stepped closer, now her body was flush against his. “I guess somebody here agrees with me,” she smirked bringing their joined hands now to her buttocks while she started to rub her body against his.
“Faith! I’m not in for your games.” He removed his hands from hers and lifting them further up, he retrieved the book from her back.
“Now, excuse me,” he pulled away from her and walked around the car to the driver’s door, taking his book with him.
She opened the door to the back seat again and removed another book from the neat pile he had placed before. She laughed wickedly, waving the book at him.
He threw the book he had in his hands into the car through the driver’s door, careless now. His British patience had apparently reached its limits; Giles was never one to treat a book with such roughness.
“Bloody hell, Faith. Hand that diary back to me, I need it.”
She grinned to him, “come and get it.”
He made his way back towards her but she ran around the car to the opposite side, where he had just been. She laughed mischievously and uncontrollably throwing her head back.
Giles just stood there glaring at her. Now he had definitely reached the limit of his patience and she knew that damn well. She smirked proudly to herself for accomplishing that.
She walked around again towards him very slowly and under the aim of his piercing gaze.
He just placed his palm up waiting for her to relinquish the book. She placed it very close to his reach, but when he suddenly grabbed for it she removed it from his grasp. Yes, it was the same joke again, but now he was not passive anymore.
He shifted quickly and grabbed each one of her wrists with his hands. He spun their bodies around and now her back found the cold metal frame and side window of his Citroen.
“You shall not play like this with me anymore, are we understood?” his teeth were clenched and his eyes burning.
“Or what?” she brought her knee up slowly, running it sensuously along the inside of his thigh.
He let go of one of her wrists and placed his hand between the two of them, over her thigh. He intended to move it down and away from his body but he found himself nudging it to the outside of his leg and he stepped closer to her. He still held her leg up around him and he pushed her body with his own up and against the side of the car.
She gasped in surprise before forcing herself to relax and regain her posture.
“Is this the kind of massage to which you were referring?” he asked gruffly.
She nodded with a mischievous lopsided smile.
“Let me know where it hurts,” he ran his other hand down her neck and on the skin by the edge of her sexy, dark red top “or if my hands go too hard.” He rocked his pelvis forward slowly but firmly, making her back grind onto the car's side.
She gasped again despite herself. “Give me your best shot, G".
He brought his hand down and encouraged her to entwine her other leg around him. She had to grip on his shoulders for balance, negligently dropping his book to the pavement.
He glanced down and saw the diary, opened and facing down, the pages inside crumpled under the heavy leather cover.
He didn't seem to care about it anymore. However, Giles grunted and forced his lower body even more firmly against hers. Now he had her in the position he wanted and she couldn't prevent herself from releasing a small, quiet whimper.
This was to him the most arousing noise that had come from her, despite all the previous seductive lines and purrs.
It certainly wasn't the most comfortable position for her. She had her legs spread open with him in between them and her rear shoved hard against the car's window.
He shed himself of his jacket and loosened up his tie considerably before unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He turned his head from side to side, stretching his neck muscles as if finally being able to breath freely for the first time that day. At last, he removed his spectacles, folding them neatly and placing them on top of the car.
He ran his hand over her toned abs and up the side of her flanks. With a rather fast movement he tugged his hand on the lower edge of her top and lifted it up all the way, removing it from her body.
She wore a black lacy bra and he smirked at the sight.
He lowered his head to her skin and inhaled sharply, absorbing the intriguing eucalyptus scent he found there.
He ran his hand up her arms and light fingers across her chest. His hand travelled up her neck.
"So, how shall it be: hard and fast or deep and slow?"
"If I was in the mood for teaching I would have looked for someone younger and virgin," she bit back already growing uncomfortable with his delay.
Giles grinned wickedly, Ripper was obviously on game.
"None of that. Too late to change you mind, Luv.” His hand found her nape, under her loose brown curls and he continued, “I’ve just asked 'cos I like to keep my customers satisfied."
"Don't you think that’s more than enough small talk?" she cut him off dryly. "You look cuter when you stutter, anyways. And... keep the pet-names for your Slayer.”
Abruptly, he released his hold on her and she had to find her feet quickly to prevent herself from falling to the ground.
He didn’t give her much space or time before bending over her and starting to work on unfastening her belt buckle.
She grinned despite the initial shock and proceeded to remove his shirt tail out of his suit trousers. She also removed his tie from him, letting it drop to the pavement. She reached up to his shirt intending to undo its buttons but he brushed her hands away before she could proceed.
She was bothered by his reaction, but he seemed disinclined to dwell on it. He was already unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper down.
Faith also reached for his belt and unfastened it with frightening skilfulness.
However she wasn’t as quick as he was. His hand had already found its destination after spreading the front of her jeans wide open. He explored shamelessly inside her underwear and his fingers touched her skin, surveying the terrain.
It felt delicious to him. It had being such a long time since he last felt such a young woman in his hands.
He wanted to talk, tell her how overwhelming she felt. He was a natural talker during sex, but apparently Faith wasn't too much up to it. Therefore, he decided to occupy his mouth with something else and he brought it down onto to her neck. It was the first time his mouth found her skin and he released a muffled groan. It felt so fresh, everything about her body felt so perky and crisp.
His mouth nibbled and sucked at her skin while his hand caressed her clit slowly. Faith gasped and held firmly to the front of his shirt.
Giles found her ear and licked sensuously along the shell before biting her earlobe gently. He so desperately wanted to say dirty words into that ear but he held back with a growl. He didn’t want to give her that satisfaction after she had basically told him to shut up. Her loss, anyway.
His finger found her core and he entered her without any warning. She moaned louder which made him smirk over her skin. She was dripping wet already, so easily ready.
Knowing Faith, he imagined that she was probably ready like this most of the time, especially after a good fight.
She tangled one hand into his hair and the other gripped his upper arm. He took that as an encouragement and introduced a second finger into her. He started to pump them in and out while his thumb grazed her clit in the same rhythm. Her finger nails were digging into his arm through the thin cotton material without any mercy whatsoever while her breath shortened.
She suddenly became aware that they weren’t the only ones in the parking lot anymore. With Giles skilled actions, it wasn’t easy for her to focus enough to make out who the people were, but what were Slayer’s senses for, if not for times like this?
She could tell straight away that they weren’t vampires or any other threat. She finally managed to picture a young couple curiously watching them while trying to be unnoticed. They hid behind a car that was probably parked there even before she and Giles had started all this. Her eyes skimmed the rest of the car park. There was only two cars left in there, Giles’ and theirs. They didn’t seem to be students from Sunnydale High though. They looked more like first year college students paying a kind and nostalgic visit to their old school’s car park... deserted and dark.
“Hey Watcher, I guess we are being watched.” She whispered sensuously.
He froze his actions abruptly, but the feeling of what he was doing to her was just too good to take any kind of pause and she rushed to reassure him. “Don’t worry... it’s not vamp and not scooby-gang. We were just heating up that little couple’s make-out.” She motioned to them with her eyes.
He followed her gaze and could actually see them despite the absence of glasses on his face. He mostly just needed his spectacles for reading, anyway... and for nervous polishing.
He turned his attention back to her and totally surprised her with his next action. His mouth came down on hers and he kissed her for the first time. It was a hungry kiss, his tongue was firm and Faith matched his pace with the same wantonness.
However, what they shared was far from an ordinary desire driven kiss. They both kept their eyes fully open. They challenged each other with their locked gaze; suddenly, closing their eyes was now a sign of defeat.
They kept that tense connection all along while he walked slowly, bringing them to stand at the front of his car.
After a moment more, their kiss became gradually slower and sensuous, their faces swaying from one side to another. Only their opened eyes gave away the lack of love in the gesture.
He started to unbutton his own trousers and let escape a muffled groan of relief when he felt the strangled pressure over his hard throbbing member subside when he lowered the zipper down.
He broke the kiss and gently turned her to face the front of the car, he positioned himself behind her and wrapped his arms protectively around her, running his hands with lust along her flanks.
He cupped each one of her breasts in his hands and caressed them. He felt the peaks hardening under the fabric.
“They are still watching us,” she remarked turning her face to him over her shoulder. Faith and Giles had the curiously watching couple right in front of them now.
“Mmm,” he sounded his acknowledgement between nuzzling her neck.
“It bothers you, right? I mean, I’m a student, and you... the librarian.” Faith said the last word with deliberate derogatoriness.
“Do I look troubled to you?” he said leaning over and encouraging her to place her hands on the hood of the car in front of her.
She complied a bit uncertainly. He reached for the edge of her jeans and started on lowering them down her waist.
Faith felt a surge of adrenaline racing through her spine. It wasn’t as if sex was any mystery to her. She'd had plenty of sexual experiences in her life, despite being so young. She knew she probably shouldn't be, but it was something that she was sickly proud of.
While having sex in public places wasn’t any novelty to her either, she had never actually been caught. Now, she had to confess that this feeling was new and frightening to her. They had an audience, watching their every single move and she was damn aware of that.
However, the lust and the exhilaration summed together overpowered, by far, the fear inside her. Not to mention that she couldn’t- would never- back out now. So he wanted to play? She was game!
Faith had been smart enough not to show Giles her hesitation. She wondered if he had noticed it, if he would have halted his actions. But no, he was too far gone for that.
He pulled her jeans down enough to give him free access to her. He gazed appreciatively at her bottom. “It seems that my imagination played tricks on me. I’d have laid a wager that you would be wearing a thong.”
“Sounds like you have given this a lot of a thought.”
“You can’t even start to imagine.” he said running both of his hands over her buttocks.
She glanced over her shoulder, smirking mischievously to him while she moved her pelvis slowly and suggestively.
He returned her smirk and hooked his fingers on each side of her panties, lowering that peace of cloth down her legs.
He proceeded to make short work of freeing himself from his own underwear.
Faith twisted her body to check out his... equipment.
“Wow!” she let it escape, “do they all come like that in England?”
“Mm... Wait until I show you how it works.”
He caressed his shaft, playing with the skin there, stroking it up and down.
"Now, we'd better focus on our audience. We don't want them to feel left out, do we?" he said, moving a hand to caress her waist.
Faith returned her gaze to the front and noticed that the couple had moved their position. They had adjusted to capture a better angle of Giles' actions behind her.
The young couple looked fascinated by her and Giles' boldness. By now, they were obviously aware that they had been spotted while crouched and hidden behind their car. They were standing up now and Faith could see the brown haired young man unconsciously running his hand along the bulge in his jeans. He reminded her strangely of Xander for some reason. However, the girl with him had nothing of Cordelia's look. She reminded her more of Willow. She didn't have red hair or Willow's features but she had an innocent look about her, mixed with curiosity to what was being displayed right to her eyes that night.
Giles caressed Faith's back with warm hands and adjusted her body, guiding it lower down. He ran his hand on the inside of her thighs, urging her to spread them apart.
Giles was always adept at a good public display. Actually, the time to call him Giles had passed- now Ripper would be way more appropriate. Ripper was a great fan of public sexual exhibitions. He’d had quite some daring experiences in his days. In fact, he could even boast a few tantalizing orgies in his curriculum.
However, something about this couple in front of him at the moment struck him. It might be the same curiosity and innocence that Faith had observed in both of them. It gave him an unfamiliar thrill. It wasn't as if the couple was that innocent, not in the slightest. They knew well what they were about to witness and they, in a matter of fact, had gone there, to that deserted and dark car park to do exactly the same. Maybe not as neat, yet dirty as Giles and Faith planned on doing but still, they knew the deal.
Giles saw the hint of desire in the girl's eyes that had the gaze fixed on his cock. She had her hands clenched desperately tight and her teeth bit her lower lip so sharply that Giles assumed she would draw blood if she kept on that unconscious action. She lusted after him, it was evident and he knew it.
Giles shifted his gaze to the young man. He also noticed the way he rubbed his penis over the fabric. He desired Faith, it was written all over his body that he wanted to be the one in Giles' place, the one to be about to fuck her right now. "Bastard," Ripper muttered under his breath.
Faith noticed Giles' jealousy with some satisfaction. 'Oh! This will be fun,' she thought.
Giles positioned his mouth close to her ear, "Let's put on a show, shall we?"
"I'm your girl!"
Giles straightened up his body and positioned himself better behind her. He held his penis in his hand and guided it to her entrance. However, before entering her, he ran it along and between her folds. He coated its head with her juices and teased her clit for a brief moment.
He positioned himself at her core once again and finally entered her. It was a hard and fast shove, and Faith's body jerked forward. His hands flung to hold on each side of her hips to help her balance.
All along, both Giles and Faith had their eyes trained on the couple across from them and they noticed their startled eyes when Giles had made his rough, unpredictable move and Faith had responded with a loud cry.
After a moment, Faith grinned in ecstasy. It was all according to their schedule and the show was just beginning.
Giles paused, giving her some time, but it didn't take long before she rocked her pelvis backwards bringing him the last bit in.
Giles groaned louder than he would have done if they were alone in his bedroom. The young woman across the way gripped on the material of her skirt and squeezed it tight between her fingers.
"She wants you to fuck her, do y'know that?" Faith stated the obvious.
"Tell her I'm busy right now." he replied already starting his movements inside her. He adopted a slow in and almost out motion and ran his hands gently down the length of her back. He bent over her and placed one hand on the car hood for balance and proceeded to caress her upper front. His hand found her breasts still covered by her sexy bra.
In order to avoid any discomfort to her, he had decided for not removing that garment, avoiding exposing that part of her body to their spectators. And the reality was that Faith was indeed more confident that way.
However, he wanted to touch her, feel her sensitized skin under his palms. He carefully forced the material up with his hand and cupped her breast under it. He released a long delicious moan at the feeling of bare skin. Tweaking her nipple between his fingers, he rolled it until it became rock hard and every gentle touch started to elicit a moan from her.
He repeated the same actions on her other breast but this time he proceeded to touch her skin with more vigour and noticed how she responded well to it. He pinched her nipple harder, and she moaned louder. She arched her body into his touch, pleading for more.
Apparently she liked it more... intense, Giles concluded. But he was only going to do as it pleased him, rough or soft, he was the one to decide that.
Giles lifted his head to peer at their audience.
"Who do you think is having most of the fun? Them watching us or us watching them?" he laughed softly before biting her shoulder playfully.
"Hmm... The boy is about to pop." she laughed delightedly.
Giles removed his hand from her breast, making sure to adjust her bra properly.
He ran his hand down her toned abs and inched for her clit. When he touched her with his expert fingers once more and combined these actions with the steady and aggressive thrust of his hips, only fractions of minutes passed by until she was coming fiercely with a sequence of incredibly arousing moans and pants. Giles embraced her, protecting her from falling hard onto the cold metal of the car while she rode her orgasm intensely. He held her tight to him briefly and he couldn’t help but wonder how responsive she was to his touch. Everything about her was intense to the extreme. That was Faith, he mustn’t be surprised. He concluded his thoughts, amazed.
He kissed the top of her head tenderly. “Now, your boy is really about to pop,” he joked, nuzzling her hair close to her ear playfully.
From his arms, Faith looked up and saw as the boy gripped tightly onto the front of his jeans. His face was a pure picture of lust and desperation.
Faith’s attention was drawn to the College girl that had her swollen lower lip again under the pressure of her teeth.
“What a pair,” she laughed weakly. Her breath was still uneven duo to her climax.
“C’mon, let’s give them a hand,” he said.
“What?” she said, turning slightly to look at him with a startled face. He slowly removed himself from her, tucking his still painfully hard cock into his underwear and zipping his pants up.
“C’mon... You won’t tell me that you aren’t in the mood for teaching again. Will you?” He winked at her and helped her to pull her panties and jeans up.
She looked at him as if a horn had grown out of his forehead. Actually, living on the Hellmouth, the horn would probably have been less strange than the wicked expression she saw on his face at the moment.
“Fuck, and I thought I was the bad ass here,” she pointed out.
(Continued in part 2)
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“Faith, would you drop the issue, please? I’m not interested, thank you very much,” Giles said sarcastically as he burst out through Sunnydale High’s door with a pile of books in his arms.
It was already late night when Giles crossed the school’s car park hurriedly aiming for his car. Faith was on his tail.
“You’re a shit Watcher, y’know?”
He simply rolled his eyes, ignoring her as he opened the door to the back seat of his car with some difficulty. However, before he could place the pile of books inside, Faith reached for the top one in a swift movement.
He placed the rest of the books on the seat, patiently closed the door and turned to face her. She held the book to him and he motioned to get it. However, she pulled the book away at the last minute and placed her hand behind her.
“I only asked for a massage. I’m kinda beat up,” she whined, taking a step closer to him.
“I’m not your Watcher,” Giles said dryly. He tried to sound indifferent towards her advances but at the same time his body betrayed him as he backed away from her defensively.
She obviously didn’t miss that sign. “I know, but I’ve been kicking vamp ass all night long. I think I deserve a little... cookie.”
“Faith, don’t make this situation even more uncomfortable. “
“Geez, relax... we don’t want anyone uncomfortable here, do we?” She got even closer to him now, “to tell you the truth, I was kinda planning for us to get very comfortable.” She purred as she reached for the buckle of his belt.
Giles widened his eyes, shocked by her boldness. He brushed her hand away firmly this time, “You are merely a child, for Christ’s sake.”
He put his hands on each side of her hips to push her away from him. She tucked the book she’d been holding securely into the back edge of her tight dark jeans and placed her hands over his. She held his hands there, tightening their grip over her own hips. She then made his fingers slide up her bare flanks and down again over her hips, almost to her thighs.
“I doubt this feels like a girl's body to you.”
He swallowed hard and had to agree with her as he had felt under his palms all the curves and warmth of a very desirable woman.
She looked down on him and saw the bulge in his trousers. She stepped closer, now her body was flush against his. “I guess somebody here agrees with me,” she smirked bringing their joined hands now to her buttocks while she started to rub her body against his.
“Faith! I’m not in for your games.” He removed his hands from hers and lifting them further up, he retrieved the book from her back.
“Now, excuse me,” he pulled away from her and walked around the car to the driver’s door, taking his book with him.
She opened the door to the back seat again and removed another book from the neat pile he had placed before. She laughed wickedly, waving the book at him.
He threw the book he had in his hands into the car through the driver’s door, careless now. His British patience had apparently reached its limits; Giles was never one to treat a book with such roughness.
“Bloody hell, Faith. Hand that diary back to me, I need it.”
She grinned to him, “come and get it.”
He made his way back towards her but she ran around the car to the opposite side, where he had just been. She laughed mischievously and uncontrollably throwing her head back.
Giles just stood there glaring at her. Now he had definitely reached the limit of his patience and she knew that damn well. She smirked proudly to herself for accomplishing that.
She walked around again towards him very slowly and under the aim of his piercing gaze.
He just placed his palm up waiting for her to relinquish the book. She placed it very close to his reach, but when he suddenly grabbed for it she removed it from his grasp. Yes, it was the same joke again, but now he was not passive anymore.
He shifted quickly and grabbed each one of her wrists with his hands. He spun their bodies around and now her back found the cold metal frame and side window of his Citroen.
“You shall not play like this with me anymore, are we understood?” his teeth were clenched and his eyes burning.
“Or what?” she brought her knee up slowly, running it sensuously along the inside of his thigh.
He let go of one of her wrists and placed his hand between the two of them, over her thigh. He intended to move it down and away from his body but he found himself nudging it to the outside of his leg and he stepped closer to her. He still held her leg up around him and he pushed her body with his own up and against the side of the car.
She gasped in surprise before forcing herself to relax and regain her posture.
“Is this the kind of massage to which you were referring?” he asked gruffly.
She nodded with a mischievous lopsided smile.
“Let me know where it hurts,” he ran his other hand down her neck and on the skin by the edge of her sexy, dark red top “or if my hands go too hard.” He rocked his pelvis forward slowly but firmly, making her back grind onto the car's side.
She gasped again despite herself. “Give me your best shot, G".
He brought his hand down and encouraged her to entwine her other leg around him. She had to grip on his shoulders for balance, negligently dropping his book to the pavement.
He glanced down and saw the diary, opened and facing down, the pages inside crumpled under the heavy leather cover.
He didn't seem to care about it anymore. However, Giles grunted and forced his lower body even more firmly against hers. Now he had her in the position he wanted and she couldn't prevent herself from releasing a small, quiet whimper.
This was to him the most arousing noise that had come from her, despite all the previous seductive lines and purrs.
It certainly wasn't the most comfortable position for her. She had her legs spread open with him in between them and her rear shoved hard against the car's window.
He shed himself of his jacket and loosened up his tie considerably before unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He turned his head from side to side, stretching his neck muscles as if finally being able to breath freely for the first time that day. At last, he removed his spectacles, folding them neatly and placing them on top of the car.
He ran his hand over her toned abs and up the side of her flanks. With a rather fast movement he tugged his hand on the lower edge of her top and lifted it up all the way, removing it from her body.
She wore a black lacy bra and he smirked at the sight.
He lowered his head to her skin and inhaled sharply, absorbing the intriguing eucalyptus scent he found there.
He ran his hand up her arms and light fingers across her chest. His hand travelled up her neck.
"So, how shall it be: hard and fast or deep and slow?"
"If I was in the mood for teaching I would have looked for someone younger and virgin," she bit back already growing uncomfortable with his delay.
Giles grinned wickedly, Ripper was obviously on game.
"None of that. Too late to change you mind, Luv.” His hand found her nape, under her loose brown curls and he continued, “I’ve just asked 'cos I like to keep my customers satisfied."
"Don't you think that’s more than enough small talk?" she cut him off dryly. "You look cuter when you stutter, anyways. And... keep the pet-names for your Slayer.”
Abruptly, he released his hold on her and she had to find her feet quickly to prevent herself from falling to the ground.
He didn’t give her much space or time before bending over her and starting to work on unfastening her belt buckle.
She grinned despite the initial shock and proceeded to remove his shirt tail out of his suit trousers. She also removed his tie from him, letting it drop to the pavement. She reached up to his shirt intending to undo its buttons but he brushed her hands away before she could proceed.
She was bothered by his reaction, but he seemed disinclined to dwell on it. He was already unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper down.
Faith also reached for his belt and unfastened it with frightening skilfulness.
However she wasn’t as quick as he was. His hand had already found its destination after spreading the front of her jeans wide open. He explored shamelessly inside her underwear and his fingers touched her skin, surveying the terrain.
It felt delicious to him. It had being such a long time since he last felt such a young woman in his hands.
He wanted to talk, tell her how overwhelming she felt. He was a natural talker during sex, but apparently Faith wasn't too much up to it. Therefore, he decided to occupy his mouth with something else and he brought it down onto to her neck. It was the first time his mouth found her skin and he released a muffled groan. It felt so fresh, everything about her body felt so perky and crisp.
His mouth nibbled and sucked at her skin while his hand caressed her clit slowly. Faith gasped and held firmly to the front of his shirt.
Giles found her ear and licked sensuously along the shell before biting her earlobe gently. He so desperately wanted to say dirty words into that ear but he held back with a growl. He didn’t want to give her that satisfaction after she had basically told him to shut up. Her loss, anyway.
His finger found her core and he entered her without any warning. She moaned louder which made him smirk over her skin. She was dripping wet already, so easily ready.
Knowing Faith, he imagined that she was probably ready like this most of the time, especially after a good fight.
She tangled one hand into his hair and the other gripped his upper arm. He took that as an encouragement and introduced a second finger into her. He started to pump them in and out while his thumb grazed her clit in the same rhythm. Her finger nails were digging into his arm through the thin cotton material without any mercy whatsoever while her breath shortened.
She suddenly became aware that they weren’t the only ones in the parking lot anymore. With Giles skilled actions, it wasn’t easy for her to focus enough to make out who the people were, but what were Slayer’s senses for, if not for times like this?
She could tell straight away that they weren’t vampires or any other threat. She finally managed to picture a young couple curiously watching them while trying to be unnoticed. They hid behind a car that was probably parked there even before she and Giles had started all this. Her eyes skimmed the rest of the car park. There was only two cars left in there, Giles’ and theirs. They didn’t seem to be students from Sunnydale High though. They looked more like first year college students paying a kind and nostalgic visit to their old school’s car park... deserted and dark.
“Hey Watcher, I guess we are being watched.” She whispered sensuously.
He froze his actions abruptly, but the feeling of what he was doing to her was just too good to take any kind of pause and she rushed to reassure him. “Don’t worry... it’s not vamp and not scooby-gang. We were just heating up that little couple’s make-out.” She motioned to them with her eyes.
He followed her gaze and could actually see them despite the absence of glasses on his face. He mostly just needed his spectacles for reading, anyway... and for nervous polishing.
He turned his attention back to her and totally surprised her with his next action. His mouth came down on hers and he kissed her for the first time. It was a hungry kiss, his tongue was firm and Faith matched his pace with the same wantonness.
However, what they shared was far from an ordinary desire driven kiss. They both kept their eyes fully open. They challenged each other with their locked gaze; suddenly, closing their eyes was now a sign of defeat.
They kept that tense connection all along while he walked slowly, bringing them to stand at the front of his car.
After a moment more, their kiss became gradually slower and sensuous, their faces swaying from one side to another. Only their opened eyes gave away the lack of love in the gesture.
He started to unbutton his own trousers and let escape a muffled groan of relief when he felt the strangled pressure over his hard throbbing member subside when he lowered the zipper down.
He broke the kiss and gently turned her to face the front of the car, he positioned himself behind her and wrapped his arms protectively around her, running his hands with lust along her flanks.
He cupped each one of her breasts in his hands and caressed them. He felt the peaks hardening under the fabric.
“They are still watching us,” she remarked turning her face to him over her shoulder. Faith and Giles had the curiously watching couple right in front of them now.
“Mmm,” he sounded his acknowledgement between nuzzling her neck.
“It bothers you, right? I mean, I’m a student, and you... the librarian.” Faith said the last word with deliberate derogatoriness.
“Do I look troubled to you?” he said leaning over and encouraging her to place her hands on the hood of the car in front of her.
She complied a bit uncertainly. He reached for the edge of her jeans and started on lowering them down her waist.
Faith felt a surge of adrenaline racing through her spine. It wasn’t as if sex was any mystery to her. She'd had plenty of sexual experiences in her life, despite being so young. She knew she probably shouldn't be, but it was something that she was sickly proud of.
While having sex in public places wasn’t any novelty to her either, she had never actually been caught. Now, she had to confess that this feeling was new and frightening to her. They had an audience, watching their every single move and she was damn aware of that.
However, the lust and the exhilaration summed together overpowered, by far, the fear inside her. Not to mention that she couldn’t- would never- back out now. So he wanted to play? She was game!
Faith had been smart enough not to show Giles her hesitation. She wondered if he had noticed it, if he would have halted his actions. But no, he was too far gone for that.
He pulled her jeans down enough to give him free access to her. He gazed appreciatively at her bottom. “It seems that my imagination played tricks on me. I’d have laid a wager that you would be wearing a thong.”
“Sounds like you have given this a lot of a thought.”
“You can’t even start to imagine.” he said running both of his hands over her buttocks.
She glanced over her shoulder, smirking mischievously to him while she moved her pelvis slowly and suggestively.
He returned her smirk and hooked his fingers on each side of her panties, lowering that peace of cloth down her legs.
He proceeded to make short work of freeing himself from his own underwear.
Faith twisted her body to check out his... equipment.
“Wow!” she let it escape, “do they all come like that in England?”
“Mm... Wait until I show you how it works.”
He caressed his shaft, playing with the skin there, stroking it up and down.
"Now, we'd better focus on our audience. We don't want them to feel left out, do we?" he said, moving a hand to caress her waist.
Faith returned her gaze to the front and noticed that the couple had moved their position. They had adjusted to capture a better angle of Giles' actions behind her.
The young couple looked fascinated by her and Giles' boldness. By now, they were obviously aware that they had been spotted while crouched and hidden behind their car. They were standing up now and Faith could see the brown haired young man unconsciously running his hand along the bulge in his jeans. He reminded her strangely of Xander for some reason. However, the girl with him had nothing of Cordelia's look. She reminded her more of Willow. She didn't have red hair or Willow's features but she had an innocent look about her, mixed with curiosity to what was being displayed right to her eyes that night.
Giles caressed Faith's back with warm hands and adjusted her body, guiding it lower down. He ran his hand on the inside of her thighs, urging her to spread them apart.
Giles was always adept at a good public display. Actually, the time to call him Giles had passed- now Ripper would be way more appropriate. Ripper was a great fan of public sexual exhibitions. He’d had quite some daring experiences in his days. In fact, he could even boast a few tantalizing orgies in his curriculum.
However, something about this couple in front of him at the moment struck him. It might be the same curiosity and innocence that Faith had observed in both of them. It gave him an unfamiliar thrill. It wasn't as if the couple was that innocent, not in the slightest. They knew well what they were about to witness and they, in a matter of fact, had gone there, to that deserted and dark car park to do exactly the same. Maybe not as neat, yet dirty as Giles and Faith planned on doing but still, they knew the deal.
Giles saw the hint of desire in the girl's eyes that had the gaze fixed on his cock. She had her hands clenched desperately tight and her teeth bit her lower lip so sharply that Giles assumed she would draw blood if she kept on that unconscious action. She lusted after him, it was evident and he knew it.
Giles shifted his gaze to the young man. He also noticed the way he rubbed his penis over the fabric. He desired Faith, it was written all over his body that he wanted to be the one in Giles' place, the one to be about to fuck her right now. "Bastard," Ripper muttered under his breath.
Faith noticed Giles' jealousy with some satisfaction. 'Oh! This will be fun,' she thought.
Giles positioned his mouth close to her ear, "Let's put on a show, shall we?"
"I'm your girl!"
Giles straightened up his body and positioned himself better behind her. He held his penis in his hand and guided it to her entrance. However, before entering her, he ran it along and between her folds. He coated its head with her juices and teased her clit for a brief moment.
He positioned himself at her core once again and finally entered her. It was a hard and fast shove, and Faith's body jerked forward. His hands flung to hold on each side of her hips to help her balance.
All along, both Giles and Faith had their eyes trained on the couple across from them and they noticed their startled eyes when Giles had made his rough, unpredictable move and Faith had responded with a loud cry.
After a moment, Faith grinned in ecstasy. It was all according to their schedule and the show was just beginning.
Giles paused, giving her some time, but it didn't take long before she rocked her pelvis backwards bringing him the last bit in.
Giles groaned louder than he would have done if they were alone in his bedroom. The young woman across the way gripped on the material of her skirt and squeezed it tight between her fingers.
"She wants you to fuck her, do y'know that?" Faith stated the obvious.
"Tell her I'm busy right now." he replied already starting his movements inside her. He adopted a slow in and almost out motion and ran his hands gently down the length of her back. He bent over her and placed one hand on the car hood for balance and proceeded to caress her upper front. His hand found her breasts still covered by her sexy bra.
In order to avoid any discomfort to her, he had decided for not removing that garment, avoiding exposing that part of her body to their spectators. And the reality was that Faith was indeed more confident that way.
However, he wanted to touch her, feel her sensitized skin under his palms. He carefully forced the material up with his hand and cupped her breast under it. He released a long delicious moan at the feeling of bare skin. Tweaking her nipple between his fingers, he rolled it until it became rock hard and every gentle touch started to elicit a moan from her.
He repeated the same actions on her other breast but this time he proceeded to touch her skin with more vigour and noticed how she responded well to it. He pinched her nipple harder, and she moaned louder. She arched her body into his touch, pleading for more.
Apparently she liked it more... intense, Giles concluded. But he was only going to do as it pleased him, rough or soft, he was the one to decide that.
Giles lifted his head to peer at their audience.
"Who do you think is having most of the fun? Them watching us or us watching them?" he laughed softly before biting her shoulder playfully.
"Hmm... The boy is about to pop." she laughed delightedly.
Giles removed his hand from her breast, making sure to adjust her bra properly.
He ran his hand down her toned abs and inched for her clit. When he touched her with his expert fingers once more and combined these actions with the steady and aggressive thrust of his hips, only fractions of minutes passed by until she was coming fiercely with a sequence of incredibly arousing moans and pants. Giles embraced her, protecting her from falling hard onto the cold metal of the car while she rode her orgasm intensely. He held her tight to him briefly and he couldn’t help but wonder how responsive she was to his touch. Everything about her was intense to the extreme. That was Faith, he mustn’t be surprised. He concluded his thoughts, amazed.
He kissed the top of her head tenderly. “Now, your boy is really about to pop,” he joked, nuzzling her hair close to her ear playfully.
From his arms, Faith looked up and saw as the boy gripped tightly onto the front of his jeans. His face was a pure picture of lust and desperation.
Faith’s attention was drawn to the College girl that had her swollen lower lip again under the pressure of her teeth.
“What a pair,” she laughed weakly. Her breath was still uneven duo to her climax.
“C’mon, let’s give them a hand,” he said.
“What?” she said, turning slightly to look at him with a startled face. He slowly removed himself from her, tucking his still painfully hard cock into his underwear and zipping his pants up.
“C’mon... You won’t tell me that you aren’t in the mood for teaching again. Will you?” He winked at her and helped her to pull her panties and jeans up.
She looked at him as if a horn had grown out of his forehead. Actually, living on the Hellmouth, the horn would probably have been less strange than the wicked expression she saw on his face at the moment.
“Fuck, and I thought I was the bad ass here,” she pointed out.
(Continued in part 2)