Sweet Nothings
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Title: Sweet Nothings
Author: Ashlee
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Ripper
Spoilers: Up to Band Candy
Summary: What if the candy affected Giles a little earlier and he set his sights on a different Summers woman?
Disclaimer: Joss is God, I own nothing
Author's Note: This is very much a Buffy/Giles fic - I blame Allison (thanks for the beta) for the rating, she wanted it to be smutty ;-) Band Candy is the same, but when the candy affects the people, it reverts them back to their earlier memories, therefore- Ripper has no memory of being a Watcher.
“Ow!” Buffy muttered, a pout forming on her lip when the blindfold snagged in her hair.
“Sorry,” Giles replied, giving her a sheepish expression, even though she couldn’t see it.
“Why do I put up with this?”
“Because it is your destiny,” he replied reflexively as he walked around her. “And because I was forced to buy twenty ‘Cocorific’ candy bars this morning.”
“Are they really that bad?” she asked, turning her head in his direction, growing frustrated with the blindfold that was hindering her sight.
“No,” Giles replied, loosening his tie and shirt as he walked toward his office, leaving her to face away from him. “Not bad, but they were bloody expensive.”
“You know you love me,” she called over her shoulder, giggling when she heard him grumbling to himself, catching snippets of ‘colonials’ and ‘teenage girls’.
“So what’s this exercise supposed to prove, anyway?” she asked after a moment.
“It’s to test your awareness of an opponent's location during a fight in total darkness,” he called back.
“And when am I ever going to be in total darkness?” she asked, rolling her eyes from behind the blindfold.
Not bothering to answer her, Giles absentmindedly rubbed his neck as a warm sensation washed over him. A fogginess seemed to overwhelm his senses, blurring out the last twenty years of his life, while memories continuously assaulted him of a time long past.
It was almost a dreamlike quality before everything faded away, leaving him with a confused expression.
Looking around the room, he blinked, trying to figure out where he was. Glancing down at himself, he made a face at the shirt and pants he was wearing.
Giles walked toward the door of the office, looking around the interior, frowning when he saw it was a library, before his eyes settled on the tiny blonde, standing with her back to him, a blindfold covering her eyes.
“Giles? Are you coming?” she asked, growing impatient, shifting from one foot to the other.
Raising an eyebrow and letting a wicked smile play on his lips, he slowly walked forward. “Not yet,” he said in a low voice.
Buffy nearly turned at the unfamiliar tone, frowning when she heard him approaching her with slow, measured steps. “Is something wrong?”
“What could be wrong?” he asked, taking a few more steps toward her, shedding his vest and tie as he walked, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt.
“Besides the fact that it looks like you ran out of new training ideas about a week ago? Nothing.”
“Training, huh?” he asked with a smirk, watching as she turned to look over her shoulder, obviously growing frustrated with the blindfold.
Tensing when she felt his hands on her shoulders, Buffy moaned when Giles began kneading the tight muscles along her back, relaxing her until she was nearly resting against him.
“That’s more like it,” he murmured, guiding her to lean against his chest.
“What’s going on?” she whispered, too relaxed to notice the slight change in her position.
“You’re too tense,” he said softly, his breath tickling her ear, causing her to shiver at the contact. “You need to unwind…and I have just what you need for that.”
Jumping at the feel of him kissing her neck, Buffy’s lips parted in confusion. “G-Giles?”
“Don’t call me that,” he said in a harsher tone than intended, gripping her slim hips in his hands and gently thrusting his covered erection against her, seeing her body tighten in response. “The name’s Ripper, love. Don’t forget it.”
“Ripper,” Buffy repeated, her brow furrowing beneath the cloth. “What is this? Some kind of Slayer test?” she asked, feeling breathless as his hands ghosted over her body.
Getting some clarity when she felt him practically jerk away from her, Buffy flipped the blindfold over her head, turning to look at him with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong? Giles, what’s going on?” she asked, growing more concerned.
“Slayer,” he repeated, not looking at her as he looked at the floor.
“Uh…yeah. Did you miss that memo a few years back? You- Watcher, me- Slayer…pretty cut and dry.”
“When the hell did I…”
“Alright, at this point, I’m not sure which one of us is more in the wrong. What’s going on?”
“And I’m your Watcher?” Ripper asked, looking at her with a confused expression.
“You are,” she confirmed with a slight nod of her head.
Shaking his head as if he was clearing it, he looked up at Buffy with a slight smile, easily slipping back into his other persona, pushing Rupert Giles and his confusion to the far back of his mind.
“Color me confused,” Buffy muttered to herself, never noticing the lustful look in Ripper’s eyes as he approached her until she was effectively pinned against each side of the table. “Alright, Ripper, I know you’re not really familiar with any of this…or I’m assuming you’re not, since I don’t really see Giles lurking in those eyes, so why don’t I fill you in…we’re not together like this.”
“Not yet,” he replied, smiling when she looked up at him with wide eyes, seconds before his lips met hers in a tender kiss.
The tightening in her stomach spread through her body when she felt Giles’ hands wrap around her waist, pulling her more firmly against him.
Easily lifting her into his arms, Ripper settled her on the table behind her, standing between her thighs and idly letting his hands wander along her curves, smiling against her lips at the breathy moans and gasps she was giving him, obviously enjoying the attention he was giving her body.
Buffy felt lightheaded when she pulled away, clutching at his strong shoulders as Giles held her in place. “We can’t do this,” she said softly, whimpering in need when he pushed his straining erection against her.
“Can’t or won’t?” he whispered, lowering his lips to caress her jaw, moving upward until she was unconsciously pushing her hips toward his, seeking some relief from the fire he was building inside of her.
Trembling when he finally pulled away, Buffy looked up at him with wide eyes, practically pleading with him to be the strong one. A look that Ripper found particularly endearing.
“Something’s…happened to you,” she said slowly, obviously trying to get past the fact that his body was still intimately pressed against hers. “We…we need to find out…what it is,” she whispered breathlessly, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt, straining not to take this any further, not wanting to damage what she and Giles had when he got over whatever this was.
“I rather like the way I am now,” he said with a smile, lowering his head to reclaim her lips, pulling back in surprise when she evaded his touch, moving until she was about to get off the table and put some distance between them.
“Not that I’m…complaining,” Buffy said, struggling for words. “But something’s wrong, and I’m guessing that Ripper Giles isn’t the same as Watcher Giles…obviously,” she muttered after a moment.
Nearly growling in frustration, Ripper moved toward her, stopping when he felt her hand firmly against his chest, preventing him from moving any closer to her.
“I’m serious,” she said softly. “What if whatever’s caused this is doing some kind of irreversible damage to you and there’s nothing that we can do if it gets past a certain point?”
Ripper had to smile at the string of babbling and the fact that she’d said it all in one breath.
“Come on,” she continued, offering him a bright smile, hoping to entice him into helping. “You know that I’m so not Research Gal.”
“Well, there’re a few things I want to learn,” he replied. “But they involve getting to know you a little better,” he finished with a seductive grin.
Seeing that she wasn’t getting anywhere and she was obviously going to get into a very interesting predicament if she didn’t get out of the stuffy room, Buffy began walking toward the door. “Okay,” she said with a slight nod, holding out her hand as if by sheer will alone she could keep him from walking any closer. “I’m going to find the gang- you’re going to stay here. I’ll be back soon.”
Casting one last look in his direction, she didn’t want to think about what the darkened expression on his face was supposed to mean.
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