Fic: Daybreak (1/1)
Title: Daybreak
Author: stexgirl2000
Rating: PG-13 (for a bit of language)
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Written for: gileswench for the Every Slayer Needs A Watcher fic-a-thon
The Request: 1: snark, 2: romance 3: Buffy and Giles in sunlight
Beta: A HUGE thank you to Antennapedia for her help. Any mistakes since I revised this are my own and are no reflection on her.
Author's Note: I hope this fulfills what you wanted! The idea for this just wouldn't let me go!
Disclaimer: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and it's characters do not belong to me. This story is written for entertainment only and I did not make one penny from this.
Buffy Summers was madder than she'd been in a long, long time. “I've had some sucky first dates in the past few years,” she said, flipping backwards. “There was that guy in Rome who thought that I'd be impressed with his karate skills and nearly got us both killed. Then there was one in London who drank too much and puked on my new boots. The one in New York who did pretty much the same thing, except that he missed and threw up on a cop.”
Coming out of the flip, she ducked and came up staking the first vampire. With a huff, she spun around to face the second one. “I had given up, I'd thought I'd never have a nice date out ever again.” She kicked, she bobbed, she weaved, she punched, sending the second vampire into a pole. “So, finally, finally, I have a big DUH moment and three months later get to go out on a real live non-sucky-this-should-be-perfect-date. In Paris. But no, you idiots have to come along and ruin things.”
With a sigh, Buffy paused and caught the sword that was tossed to her. “Thanks,” she said with a smile.
As the vampire started rush her, she punched at it over and over, driving it towards the wall. “For once I'd like the two of us to have an evening that is not vamp related. For once it would be great if you vamps listened to me!” She stopped as it lunged at her again. She kicked, she bobbed, she weaved, drawing the vampire closer before she struck with the sword. A burst of dust and she emerged through the cloud of former vampire like an avenging angel. She threw her companion another smile before whirling into a roundhouse kick that sent the final vampire backwards and down. Another spin, a quick thrust with the latest incarnation of Mr. Pointy, then more dust. “I told you NOT to interrupt my date,” growled Buffy.
Underneath the soft yellow glow of the street light, Giles smiled. “Well done, Buffy. I see that you've added some tai chi based moves.”
Buffy nodded as she brushed off her jeans. “I was going to tell you all about how my training was going and the suggestions that Master Chen gave me before we were so rudely interrupted,” she said. With a grimace, she ran her fingers through her hair and gave her head a firm shake. “Damn, I hate vampire dust in my hair. Anyway, I wanted to surprise you and the stupid vamps had to go and ruin things.” She shook her hair once more and sighed.
As Giles handed Buffy her coat and purse, he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. “I was still surprised. Well done, Buffy.” Taking back his short sword, Giles did a quick wipe down before slipping it back into his coat. She was still amazed that he'd had all of his coats outfitted with special reinforced pockets for short swords and stakes. “As for the vampires, they are inconvenient that way. I'm relieved that we only ran into run-of-the-mill vampires instead Rilkeclos demons. They are quite prominent in this area. If we had, we would have had a most unfortunate end to our evening.”
Putting Mr. Pointy back into her purse, Buffy frowned. “Ril-what demons? What are those and why would they have been badder than other demons we've killed?”
“I didn't say they were more evil. They're...they're...Rilkeclos demons aren't any nastier than your typical demon, however they have a tendency to ooze purple effluent. Sticky purple effluent. Which explodes out from their bodies when you kill them.”
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks as she slipped on her coat. “Effluent? Effluent? Oh God, does that mean what I think it means?”
Giles looked amused as he nodded. “Effluent. Crap. Sh--”
“I get it, it get it,” interrupted Buffy, not sure if she should be giggling or grossed out. “Oh, ewwww. That does not bring a pretty picture to my head. Sticky purple poo. Not fun.” Slipping her arm through his, Buffy decided emulate Giles and be amused. “So, we're lucky we're not covered in purple demon poo in Paris. I'll count my blessings on that one. So, where were we before I had to make some vamps go poof?”
“Ah, yes. Where were we?” Giles' tone dipped into a low and sexy rumble. “I believe, love, we were discussing why it took you so long to realize that we hadn't been on a real date yet, despite having been doing the 'horizontal mambo' as you so colorfully put it, for months.” Shivers went down Buffy's spine. When he did that with his voice, she felt all gooey inside. Damn, if she had known that his voice alone could do that to her, she would have jumped him years ago.
Hell if she'd had known what a total god he was in bed...there was no telling what she would have done.
A little smug voice in the back of her head replied: Everything and anything in Karma Sutra and then some.
With a mental shake, Buffy reminded herself that if she had figured all of that out when she was sixteen, Giles would have ended up deported or in jail. And she probably wouldn't be here today, enjoying Paris with Giles at--what, three, four, five o'clock in the morning?
Whatever time it was, the sky was no longer an inky blue-black. A false dawn grazed the buildings across the water, throwing cool shadows past the glow of the street lights. She really had no idea what time it was. Damn, she needed to get a new watch.
Yep, things would have gone badly if she'd had a clue when she was younger. Best to enjoy all the yummy Giles goodness now.
His arm around her, Giles nuzzled Buffy's neck and murmured, “You've gone off and left me here along the Seine. Shall we continue with our discussion or do you wish to talk about something else?”
Buffy had to count to five to keep herself from attacking him right then and there. She flashed him an apologetic smile, “Sorry Giles, I was going off into 'what-if' land for a moment there. I do want to continue what I was saying...which is, well, I mean, it's nice to just do something non-new Council related. But it's hard: we work together, sleep together, but we don't get much time to just, just...”
“Be together,” finished Giles. “To go beyond the daily grind, so to speak. I think it's because we have known each other for so long that we forget that there's more to learn about one another.”
They came to halt at a bridge with the type of ornate railing that Buffy had come expect when walking around Paris. She looked up at Giles and gave a small, rueful laugh. “I'm not sure there's much more to me than what you already know. I mean, you've known me since I was sixteen and have seen the good, the bad and the ugly with me. But I don't know half of what you've done in your life. Heck, I haven't met any of your family yet.”
Drawing her close, he nuzzled the top of her head and she could feel Giles smiling into her hair before saying, “Buffy, you will, in time meet my sister and her family. Right now her husband is a security attache for the British Embassy in New Delhi, but she'll be coming back to England for a visit. We'll meet them in London in a few weeks. As for the rest, all you have to do is ask.”
“I know,” grumbled Buffy into his chest, “I'm just not sure where to start asking.”
Giles chuckled, which sent another another thrill through Buffy. “When you that figure that out, I promise to be open and forthcoming.”
“That still doesn't solve the problem of you knowing me inside and out like one of your books,” she complained.
Giles pulled back and looked down at her with a solemn expression. “Buffy, you are one of the most complex women I've ever had the honor of knowing. It is true that there are some aspects of your personality that I readily recognize, yet others- like your devotion to fashions that I find absolutely frivolous for one-are utterly opaque to me. You infuriate me, delight me, surprise me and awe me on a daily basis. Do not trivialize your depths, love.”
He leaned down and kissed her. Buffy let herself melt against him, savoring the moment-something she'd been doing more and more ever since she'd had the revelation that Giles was more to her than just her Watcher.
As if reading her mind, Giles murmured against her lips, “You're more than just my Slayer, Buffy. You're a part of my very being. Don't forget that.” He kissed her again and Buffy's brain shut down with the wonderfulness of all she was feeling.
When he did pull away from her once more, she blinked in confusion. “Why did you stop with the kissage? I was liking the kissage.”
“As was I...” said Giles, fighting back a stutter, “I just realized however...that...well...well, look.” He did a little sweeping wave and Buffy took in that a faint rosy glow was coming over the city.
“Oh my, it's the sunrise,” she breathed. The light blue of day was pushing off the indigo of night. Various shades of pink and a soft yellow were illuminating the clouds, with a hint of orange popping up here and there. There was a stillness in the air that was clean and pure and hopeful. A new day.
Buffy realized that she hadn't seen the sunrise in ages. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been up to see the sunrise.
Then another thought hit her. “It's our first sunrise together. I mean, our first outside. I mean, we've been together when it's sunrise but usually it's in bed and we really don't know that the sun is rising because we've been too busy or are fast asleep...” She stopped as she realized that Giles was grinning at her in a way that clearly signaled he was about to start chuckling. “Okay, I'm babbling and clearly out of my mind with lack of sleep, but still...”
“It's our first official sunrise together that doesn't include death, destruction and mayhem,” finished Giles. He started to laugh and after a few seconds, she joined in with him.
“I don't why we're laughing,” wheezed Buffy as Giles put his arm around her once more. They leaned against the railing and looked out along the river.
“We're laughing because we're alive, we're in love, we're in Paris and all is well with the world,” said Giles.
“Yeah,” said Buffy after a moment. Snuggling closer against him, she sighed. “Yeah, you're right. It's a good thing.”
“Indeed it is,” said Giles. He kissed the top of her head again.
They stood there, watching the sunrise, tuning out the world around them, at peace.
Author: stexgirl2000
Rating: PG-13 (for a bit of language)
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Written for: gileswench for the Every Slayer Needs A Watcher fic-a-thon
The Request: 1: snark, 2: romance 3: Buffy and Giles in sunlight
Beta: A HUGE thank you to Antennapedia for her help. Any mistakes since I revised this are my own and are no reflection on her.
Author's Note: I hope this fulfills what you wanted! The idea for this just wouldn't let me go!
Disclaimer: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and it's characters do not belong to me. This story is written for entertainment only and I did not make one penny from this.
Buffy Summers was madder than she'd been in a long, long time. “I've had some sucky first dates in the past few years,” she said, flipping backwards. “There was that guy in Rome who thought that I'd be impressed with his karate skills and nearly got us both killed. Then there was one in London who drank too much and puked on my new boots. The one in New York who did pretty much the same thing, except that he missed and threw up on a cop.”
Coming out of the flip, she ducked and came up staking the first vampire. With a huff, she spun around to face the second one. “I had given up, I'd thought I'd never have a nice date out ever again.” She kicked, she bobbed, she weaved, she punched, sending the second vampire into a pole. “So, finally, finally, I have a big DUH moment and three months later get to go out on a real live non-sucky-this-should-be-perfect-date. In Paris. But no, you idiots have to come along and ruin things.”
With a sigh, Buffy paused and caught the sword that was tossed to her. “Thanks,” she said with a smile.
As the vampire started rush her, she punched at it over and over, driving it towards the wall. “For once I'd like the two of us to have an evening that is not vamp related. For once it would be great if you vamps listened to me!” She stopped as it lunged at her again. She kicked, she bobbed, she weaved, drawing the vampire closer before she struck with the sword. A burst of dust and she emerged through the cloud of former vampire like an avenging angel. She threw her companion another smile before whirling into a roundhouse kick that sent the final vampire backwards and down. Another spin, a quick thrust with the latest incarnation of Mr. Pointy, then more dust. “I told you NOT to interrupt my date,” growled Buffy.
Underneath the soft yellow glow of the street light, Giles smiled. “Well done, Buffy. I see that you've added some tai chi based moves.”
Buffy nodded as she brushed off her jeans. “I was going to tell you all about how my training was going and the suggestions that Master Chen gave me before we were so rudely interrupted,” she said. With a grimace, she ran her fingers through her hair and gave her head a firm shake. “Damn, I hate vampire dust in my hair. Anyway, I wanted to surprise you and the stupid vamps had to go and ruin things.” She shook her hair once more and sighed.
As Giles handed Buffy her coat and purse, he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. “I was still surprised. Well done, Buffy.” Taking back his short sword, Giles did a quick wipe down before slipping it back into his coat. She was still amazed that he'd had all of his coats outfitted with special reinforced pockets for short swords and stakes. “As for the vampires, they are inconvenient that way. I'm relieved that we only ran into run-of-the-mill vampires instead Rilkeclos demons. They are quite prominent in this area. If we had, we would have had a most unfortunate end to our evening.”
Putting Mr. Pointy back into her purse, Buffy frowned. “Ril-what demons? What are those and why would they have been badder than other demons we've killed?”
“I didn't say they were more evil. They're...they're...Rilkeclos demons aren't any nastier than your typical demon, however they have a tendency to ooze purple effluent. Sticky purple effluent. Which explodes out from their bodies when you kill them.”
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks as she slipped on her coat. “Effluent? Effluent? Oh God, does that mean what I think it means?”
Giles looked amused as he nodded. “Effluent. Crap. Sh--”
“I get it, it get it,” interrupted Buffy, not sure if she should be giggling or grossed out. “Oh, ewwww. That does not bring a pretty picture to my head. Sticky purple poo. Not fun.” Slipping her arm through his, Buffy decided emulate Giles and be amused. “So, we're lucky we're not covered in purple demon poo in Paris. I'll count my blessings on that one. So, where were we before I had to make some vamps go poof?”
“Ah, yes. Where were we?” Giles' tone dipped into a low and sexy rumble. “I believe, love, we were discussing why it took you so long to realize that we hadn't been on a real date yet, despite having been doing the 'horizontal mambo' as you so colorfully put it, for months.” Shivers went down Buffy's spine. When he did that with his voice, she felt all gooey inside. Damn, if she had known that his voice alone could do that to her, she would have jumped him years ago.
Hell if she'd had known what a total god he was in bed...there was no telling what she would have done.
A little smug voice in the back of her head replied: Everything and anything in Karma Sutra and then some.
With a mental shake, Buffy reminded herself that if she had figured all of that out when she was sixteen, Giles would have ended up deported or in jail. And she probably wouldn't be here today, enjoying Paris with Giles at--what, three, four, five o'clock in the morning?
Whatever time it was, the sky was no longer an inky blue-black. A false dawn grazed the buildings across the water, throwing cool shadows past the glow of the street lights. She really had no idea what time it was. Damn, she needed to get a new watch.
Yep, things would have gone badly if she'd had a clue when she was younger. Best to enjoy all the yummy Giles goodness now.
His arm around her, Giles nuzzled Buffy's neck and murmured, “You've gone off and left me here along the Seine. Shall we continue with our discussion or do you wish to talk about something else?”
Buffy had to count to five to keep herself from attacking him right then and there. She flashed him an apologetic smile, “Sorry Giles, I was going off into 'what-if' land for a moment there. I do want to continue what I was saying...which is, well, I mean, it's nice to just do something non-new Council related. But it's hard: we work together, sleep together, but we don't get much time to just, just...”
“Be together,” finished Giles. “To go beyond the daily grind, so to speak. I think it's because we have known each other for so long that we forget that there's more to learn about one another.”
They came to halt at a bridge with the type of ornate railing that Buffy had come expect when walking around Paris. She looked up at Giles and gave a small, rueful laugh. “I'm not sure there's much more to me than what you already know. I mean, you've known me since I was sixteen and have seen the good, the bad and the ugly with me. But I don't know half of what you've done in your life. Heck, I haven't met any of your family yet.”
Drawing her close, he nuzzled the top of her head and she could feel Giles smiling into her hair before saying, “Buffy, you will, in time meet my sister and her family. Right now her husband is a security attache for the British Embassy in New Delhi, but she'll be coming back to England for a visit. We'll meet them in London in a few weeks. As for the rest, all you have to do is ask.”
“I know,” grumbled Buffy into his chest, “I'm just not sure where to start asking.”
Giles chuckled, which sent another another thrill through Buffy. “When you that figure that out, I promise to be open and forthcoming.”
“That still doesn't solve the problem of you knowing me inside and out like one of your books,” she complained.
Giles pulled back and looked down at her with a solemn expression. “Buffy, you are one of the most complex women I've ever had the honor of knowing. It is true that there are some aspects of your personality that I readily recognize, yet others- like your devotion to fashions that I find absolutely frivolous for one-are utterly opaque to me. You infuriate me, delight me, surprise me and awe me on a daily basis. Do not trivialize your depths, love.”
He leaned down and kissed her. Buffy let herself melt against him, savoring the moment-something she'd been doing more and more ever since she'd had the revelation that Giles was more to her than just her Watcher.
As if reading her mind, Giles murmured against her lips, “You're more than just my Slayer, Buffy. You're a part of my very being. Don't forget that.” He kissed her again and Buffy's brain shut down with the wonderfulness of all she was feeling.
When he did pull away from her once more, she blinked in confusion. “Why did you stop with the kissage? I was liking the kissage.”
“As was I...” said Giles, fighting back a stutter, “I just realized however...that...well...well, look.” He did a little sweeping wave and Buffy took in that a faint rosy glow was coming over the city.
“Oh my, it's the sunrise,” she breathed. The light blue of day was pushing off the indigo of night. Various shades of pink and a soft yellow were illuminating the clouds, with a hint of orange popping up here and there. There was a stillness in the air that was clean and pure and hopeful. A new day.
Buffy realized that she hadn't seen the sunrise in ages. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been up to see the sunrise.
Then another thought hit her. “It's our first sunrise together. I mean, our first outside. I mean, we've been together when it's sunrise but usually it's in bed and we really don't know that the sun is rising because we've been too busy or are fast asleep...” She stopped as she realized that Giles was grinning at her in a way that clearly signaled he was about to start chuckling. “Okay, I'm babbling and clearly out of my mind with lack of sleep, but still...”
“It's our first official sunrise together that doesn't include death, destruction and mayhem,” finished Giles. He started to laugh and after a few seconds, she joined in with him.
“I don't why we're laughing,” wheezed Buffy as Giles put his arm around her once more. They leaned against the railing and looked out along the river.
“We're laughing because we're alive, we're in love, we're in Paris and all is well with the world,” said Giles.
“Yeah,” said Buffy after a moment. Snuggling closer against him, she sighed. “Yeah, you're right. It's a good thing.”
“Indeed it is,” said Giles. He kissed the top of her head again.
They stood there, watching the sunrise, tuning out the world around them, at peace.