Unexpected Distractions
Title: Unexpected Distractions
Author: Briglss
Email: trekhd30@msn.com
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Disclaimer: I don’t own, Joss and crew does.
Summary: Unexpected things come from being distracted.
Beta: Nutterbudgie, all other errors are mine
Written for Seldomifever for the Every Slayer Needs a Watcher ficathon
The request: high school years, library smoochies, h/c nice but not necessary
Unwanted: character death, song fic
Highest rating preferred: any
**** = Flashback
‘’ = thoughts
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“Giles! Watch out!” Buffy yelled seeing a demon flank her Watcher while he engaged another.
The world seemed to slowdown to slow motion for Buffy as she ran to his aid. She watched with fear as Giles turned to meet the new threat after dispatching the first one slower than was needed. With a shout of surprise Giles was sent flying back by a blow from the creature. With an enraged yell the Slayer laid into the demon, dispatching it quickly as it was not expecting an attack from her.
She dropped her sword and scrambled to where the crumpled form of Rupert Giles lay. Buffy approached the non responsive man, her heart filled with dread as to what she would find. After a quick check to make sure there were no broken bones she hoisted the tall man onto his feet. Buffy disregarded her usual approach and did not even bother with pretending at not being able to carry her large-sized watcher. Adjusting her grip Buffy swung Giles into a modified fireman’s carry, which saved time in getting to the car.
After struggling to get the unconscious man out of the car Buffy opted to make his neighbors think he was blitzed instead of carrying him out right. Depositing her cargo on the couch she went to the bathroom and retrieved the large first-aid kit he kept there for her numerous injuries. The first sign of life she received since it began was a moan that was elicited when she put disinfectant on his wound. She checked to make sure that it did not need stitches and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
The woman she saw was covered in green goo and had a wild, terrified look on her face. She paused and realized that her emotions for her Watcher had shifted. Somewhere in the last three years they had moved from annoyance to caring; not a child towards a father, like that reject from humanity Travers said, but a woman towards a man.
Chewing on her lower lip Buffy looked down at Giles as he laid sprawled on the couch with his long legs off the end. She began looking back over the last six months and all the little changes in their relationship since the fiasco on her 18th birthday. She had not noticed how well developed he was as he hid his physique under his tweed suites. However, recently Buffy had caught him wearing a snug black t-shirt and blue jeans.
She smiled at the memory of that day in the library as she had arrived early for their Saturday training session.
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“Hey, Gil…” Buffy trailed off as the vision in front of her robbed her brain of the ability to speak. Instead of her stuffy, tweed wearing Watcher she stared at the delectable rear end of a man in tight blue jeans who was retrieving something from the floor. Trying to get her brain to put two words together she cleared her throat in preparation for talking to who ever this was. Her spidey-senses were not tingling, so he wasn’t a vamp or demon, but she did want to know what he was doing in her Watcher’s office.
“Who are…” for the second time in as many minutes Buffy was rendered speechless. This time by the realization the delectable butt belonged to her Rupert Giles. He had straightened up and turned around letting Buffy see his face. Even his face looked different somehow today.
A heavy feeling settled in her stomach as she began to wonder if Ripper was making a return engagement. “Giles!” Buffy exclaimed as the tall, muscular, (she could see that now!) man put his glasses back on. ‘Ah,’ Buffy thought to herself, he had dropped his glasses. Trying to reign in her careening thoughts and emotions Buffy took a deep breath and tried again to say something coherent.
Seeing the perplexity of his Slayer, Giles realized he was the cause of her emotional upset. He looked at her intensely trying to see what was causing this. Feeling dejection build Giles rationalized her upset was in reference to his actions three months ago on her birthday. What she said next totally threw him.
“You look absolutely hot in those jeans!” She exclaimed, then the realization of what she said set in and she turned a deep pink. “I...I...I mean you look like you’re absolutely too hot in those jeans.” With a frustrated growl Buffy gave up trying to talk as she seemed to keep making it worse. ‘Good going there, just keep digging the hole deeper,’ Buffy mentally berated herself.
Satisfied that it was just a hormonal response to his attire and nothing dire, Giles chuckled at his Slayers flustered state and offered her an out.
“I felt they were cooler than the tweed of my suit,” he said making as if he did not pick up on the innuendo of her statements.
Over the next three hours Slayer and former Watcher practiced their moves. As the time went on Buffy became more and more distracted as Giles’ sweat plastered the t-shirt tightly to his toned and well muscled chest. ‘What is with me today,’ Buffy huffed as she picked herself off the floor after the fourth time being taken down by her Watcher.
In a few minutes Buffy had her feet swept out from under, but this time she twisted and caught his foot throwing him off balance. With an “oof” Giles landed firmly on the smaller woman and the electric charge he got from the contact was tremendous. He touched all the right places and the next sentence he was going to say fled as he saw the spark of heat ignite in Buffy’s eyes.
‘Not a good idea old man,’ Giles warned himself, ‘she is off limits.’ Firmly telling his better judgment to bugger off Giles answered the flame in her eyes with a gaze that elicited a growl from the young woman underneath him. She lay trapped by his bigger bulk on the floor of the school library.
Her one arm was loose, the other lay pinned between their bodies. Moving on instinct Buffy moved her one arm up from his shoulder to the back of his head.
As she pulled his head down she heard him say quietly, “Oh, bugger it.” Their lips met in a clash of strength Giles trying to regain control of the rapidly unraveling situation. He froze momentarily as the fact that he was actually kissing his Slayer registered. ‘I cannot be doing this,’ a part of his brain was screaming. After she slid her tongue along his lower lip and nipped lightly he lost it. Adjusting his angle to gain better access to her lips Giles deepened the kiss. Her tongue met his and did the eternal dance. He remembered that many women had a very sensitive upper palate and swiped his tongue along the center. The action elicited a moan and a bucking of her hips from the woman he was mad about and never dreamed would return the feelings.
Pulling apart only enough to catch much needed breaths Watcher and Slayer eyed each other trying to gauge how the other was doing. Steeling his courage he began to take what he believed to be the correct tact. He tried to pull back but Buffy still had a steel grip on his neck.
“Don’t even try to deny what just happened,” Buffy growled at him, reading his thoughts in his eyes. “I did not plan on doing this but have wanted to, what do you Brits say? Oh, yeah, ‘snog’ you senseless for a few months now.” A smile stole across her face at correctly using a British term.
He felt startled at the blunt statement of feelings and as her statement sunk in Giles realized that his feelings that he had battled with were reciprocated. Returning her smile for a different reason Giles went back to kissing her safe in the knowledge that their position was not obvious to anyone who might venture in.
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