Chip Tooth Smile - Chapter 2/12
Title: Chip Tooth Smile
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO Overall/FRAO This chapter
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: AU, one year post-series...no Dawn, Anya survived Sunnydale.
Synopsis: A year after Sunnydale, there are quite a few changes in the Scoobies' lives. There are more changes to come.
Author's Notes:
1 - Special thanks to
fairygothmum for going through this project with me
2 - This fic is inspired by Chip Tooth Smile by Rob Thomas. This is not a typical songfic.
3 - While definitely not required, should you be interested in listening to the song that inspired each chapter...that's a good thing (Lyrics Listen)
Giles absently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in time with the drumbeat of the song currently playing on the radio. His fingers might have been reacting to the song, but Giles’ mind was racing. He was nearly halfway home, but he wasn’t sure he should have left to begin with. He was certain that he had seen something in her eyes as he said goodnight, felt something when their hug lingered a bit longer than usual.
He had dismissed it…as he had numerous times before. But, something felt different about it tonight. Maybe because of the earlier discussions…maybe because it was the anniversary…he wasn’t sure, but there had definitely been a shift of some sort. He should have asked her about it, but he didn’t…and he was ninety-five percent sure that was a mistake.
“Bloody hell…” He murmured to himself. “If you don’t talk to her now, you’re never going to…”
At the next roundabout, he took a deep breath and followed it around…heading back in the same direction he had just come from.
* * *
After sitting in his car for nearly ten minutes, he closed his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt. There was a time when she would be patrolling at this hour, but times had changed in the last year. He knew she was home, he could feel her…his ‘spidey-sense’, as she called it, was still quite active where she was concerned.
He slowly made his way back to her flat and lifted his hand to knock on her door. He hesitated for a brief second before allowing his knuckles to rap against her door three times. He removed his glasses and slid them into his inner jacket pocket and cleared his throat as the door opened.
“Hey…what’s - ”
He took a step towards her, simultaneously sliding his left hand to her cheek and capturing her lips with his. It was a brief kiss, but full of intent. He pulled back, allowing his hand to slide to her shoulder as he looked into her eyes.
She stared at him and took a shaky breath. His hand dropped from her shoulder and he was beginning to think that he’d made a huge mistake. As he started to take a step back, she reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt.
“You kinda caught me off-guard there, Giles. Let’s try that again, what do you say?”
He smiled and leaned down, capturing her lips once more. A groan rumbled in his chest as her tongue found its way into his mouth. He stepped forward, she stepped back…moving them into her flat. Neither of them broke the kiss as he pushed the door closed. He grunted softly as she pushed him against the closed door and began tugging his shirt out of his jeans. When her hands slipped under his shirt and touched his skin, he pulled from the kiss and inhaled sharply.
She grinned at him, sliding her hands up to his chest. “Why did you leave?”
“I…wasn’t sure this is what you wanted.”
She moved her hands back down his ribs, chuckling as he squirmed. She hadn’t forgotten he was ticklish.
“Why did you come back?”
“To see if this is what you wanted.” He replied, gently tucking her hair back behind her ears.
“Don’t you want me?” She asked softly, settling her hands on his waist as she leaned into him.
“Fairly obvious I do, isn’t it? Considering I came back…considering I kissed you.” He closed his eyes as she pushed his shirt up, pressing kisses against his skin. “I didn’t come back for sex, Buffy. I came back to talk. Saying that…if you’re not wanting this to go further right now, I beg of you…please stop what you’re doing.”
She looked up at him, flicked her tongue against his nipple, and gently lowered his shirt. “Pretty sure you could turn me inside out…”
He inhaled deeply, trying to maintain some level of control. He said nothing, just merely stared at her…waiting to see, hear what was coming next.
“I think I want to find out for sure if you can. What do you say?”
And just like that, his control was lost.
His hands gripped her hips as his mouth latched onto the side of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin as he suckled her flesh, causing her knees to buckle. His grip tightened, holding her up as he moved his mouth steadily down her neck towards her collarbone. He nipped at her lightly through her shirt, smiling inwardly as she whispered his name gruffly.
Suddenly, she pushed away from him and stared at him. Then, with a trembling hand, she took hold of his hand and turned towards the hallway.
“Wait…what are we doing?”
She smiled at his gentle question and paused, turning back to look at him. “Going to the bedroom. That’s where this is heading, right? Sex?”
“This is what you want?” He asked, closing the gap between them. “You want to sleep with me?”
“Why are you questioning this so hard? I thought I made it pretty clear a few minutes ago…”
“Everything we’ve been through over the years…” He started, lifting his free hand to caress her cheek. “We’ve been through some heavy shit…”
“And now it’s lighter…and you’ve been thinking about this for a while now, haven’t you?”
He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her. “Why would you think that?”
“You don’t kiss someone like you kissed me if you haven’t been thinking about it.”
His eyes darted to her lips. “You kissed me the same.”
“Yeah. And I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.” She took a step towards the hall and gently tugged his hand. “Coming?”
He nodded slowly and allowed her to lead him down the hallway and into her bedroom. She smiled at him as he closed the door.
“No one is going to walk in on us, Giles.”
He chuckled softly and made his way to her, shedding his shirt on the way. Her eyes found the large circular scar on his abdomen and she reached out, carefully touching it with her fingertips.
“Almost lost you that day.” She whispered.
“But, you didn’t.” He replied, unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. Inhaling sharply as he parted the material, sliding his hands over the swell of her breasts. “Lovely…”
She laughed softly as he gently pushed her onto the bed. “Giles…”
“Hm?” He murmured, nudging her towards the middle of the mattress as he knelt between her thighs and leaned over her. “I don’t want to talk about the past right now, Buffy. I just…”
He paused as his eyes moved over her body, his fingers pulling the button free on her jeans. He smiled as Buffy quickly unbuckled his belt before working on the button and zipper of his jeans.
“You just…what?” She asked, slipping her hands underneath the waistband of his boxers…pushing them down over his hips.
A soft, guttural sound escaped his throat as she wrapped her hand around his erection. “I just want to be inside of you.”
“Then, we need to do something about this…don’t we?” She asked with a grin, gesturing with her free hand towards their jeans.
He nodded, gently pulling her hand away from his cock as he moved off the bed. He stared into her eyes as he kicked off his shoes before pushing his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them before removing his socks. He stood before her, completely bare…and felt a sense of pride as he watched her eyes darken as they roamed over his body.
He shook his head as she started to unzip her jeans, moving back to her quickly and brushing her hand away. “Let me…”
Without another word, he unzipped her jeans…pulling them down along with her underwear. He smiled as she lifted her hips in an effort to help him. As he dropped the garments to the floor, he looked at her…lying across the bed, wearing only an open blouse and a very lovely light purple satin bra.
“Giles?”
He met her eyes and inhaled deeply. “You’re lovely.”
She smiled at his whispered statement and then widened her eyes in surprise as he grabbed her ankles, gently pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Giles!”
He chuckled, kneeling beside the bed between her thighs. He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh as she draped her legs over his shoulders. With another quick glance up at her, he parted her lower lips with his thumbs and slowly ran the tip of his tongue through her wet folds.
She gasped and reached down, touching his hair with her fingers. He repeated the action, circling her clitoris but not actually touching it. He felt her heels press against his back, urging him on. He gently pushed his tongue inside of her, relishing the sensation of her fingers tightening in his hair. As he pulled out, he looked up at her…surprised to see her gazing down at him. Flattening his tongue, he dragged it over her flesh until he reached her clitoris. He held her gaze as he finally allowed his tongue to touch the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He smiled inwardly as she cried out, letting her head fall back against the mattress. He slipped the middle finger of his left hand into her as he expertly licked and sucked at her clit. When her hips lifted off the bed, he added his index finger…gently stroking her inner walls as his mouth continued its gentle assault on her flesh.
“Jesus Christ…Giles...” She panted, the fingers of her right hand scratching at his scalp as the fingers of her left curled in the bedsheets. Her hips moved against him, urging more contact from him. “Fuck!”
He held her clitoris gently between his lips, flicking his tongue against it, as he curled his fingers slightly inside of her. Within seconds he found what he was looking for, that slightly rough patch of flesh hidden inside that drove women wild. Buffy was no exception, screaming his name as he pressed against it…rubbed against it…all the while increasing the pressure on her aching clit.
And then he felt it…her inner walls tightening around his fingers, her muscles quivering around him. He pressed again and sucked hard at her clit. She screamed his name once more and came forcefully. He slowed his movements, gently easing his fingers out of her as he placed another soft kiss on her inner thigh.
Her body was trembling as he stood up and carefully pushed her back towards the middle of the mattress. He moved between her thighs and leaned over her, his erection resting against her thigh as he kissed her slowly. She reached between them, placing her hand on his cock…gently stroking it as she curled her leg over his hip.
He broke the kiss and groaned as her palm rubbed in slow circles over the glans. “Fuck, Buffy…”
She smiled dazedly up at him and shifted underneath him. “Yeah…you should do that now…”
He placed another warm kiss on her lips before pushing himself up until he was kneeling between her thighs. He took a deep breath and then guided his erection through her warm, wet folds…and time seemed to stop as he entered her, slowly pushing forward until he was completely embedded within her.
He leaned over her, supporting his weight with his left hand on the mattress. She rested her knees against his sides and raised a trembling hand to the side of his neck.
“Alright?” He whispered, gliding his fingertips along her thigh.
“Uh-huh…” She murmured, her hand sliding from his neck and down his chest. She smiled as he inhaled sharply when her nails lightly scraped over his nipple. “Very alright.”
As he began to move within her, he realised that he wasn’t quite sure how they had gotten to this point. He definitely hadn’t expected this…for the situation to escalate as quickly as this. But, as she began to move against him…with him…he pushed his doubts and concerns aside. And allowed himself to feel.
He’d deal with heavier thoughts tomorrow.
Chapter Three - Can't Help Me Now
This entry was originally posted at https://froxyn.dreamwidth.org/349826.html. However, you can comment here or there...I'm still around! :)
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO Overall/FRAO This chapter
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: AU, one year post-series...no Dawn, Anya survived Sunnydale.
Synopsis: A year after Sunnydale, there are quite a few changes in the Scoobies' lives. There are more changes to come.
Author's Notes:
1 - Special thanks to
fairygothmum for going through this project with me
2 - This fic is inspired by Chip Tooth Smile by Rob Thomas. This is not a typical songfic.
3 - While definitely not required, should you be interested in listening to the song that inspired each chapter...that's a good thing (Lyrics Listen)
Giles absently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in time with the drumbeat of the song currently playing on the radio. His fingers might have been reacting to the song, but Giles’ mind was racing. He was nearly halfway home, but he wasn’t sure he should have left to begin with. He was certain that he had seen something in her eyes as he said goodnight, felt something when their hug lingered a bit longer than usual.
He had dismissed it…as he had numerous times before. But, something felt different about it tonight. Maybe because of the earlier discussions…maybe because it was the anniversary…he wasn’t sure, but there had definitely been a shift of some sort. He should have asked her about it, but he didn’t…and he was ninety-five percent sure that was a mistake.
“Bloody hell…” He murmured to himself. “If you don’t talk to her now, you’re never going to…”
At the next roundabout, he took a deep breath and followed it around…heading back in the same direction he had just come from.
* * *
After sitting in his car for nearly ten minutes, he closed his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt. There was a time when she would be patrolling at this hour, but times had changed in the last year. He knew she was home, he could feel her…his ‘spidey-sense’, as she called it, was still quite active where she was concerned.
He slowly made his way back to her flat and lifted his hand to knock on her door. He hesitated for a brief second before allowing his knuckles to rap against her door three times. He removed his glasses and slid them into his inner jacket pocket and cleared his throat as the door opened.
“Hey…what’s - ”
He took a step towards her, simultaneously sliding his left hand to her cheek and capturing her lips with his. It was a brief kiss, but full of intent. He pulled back, allowing his hand to slide to her shoulder as he looked into her eyes.
She stared at him and took a shaky breath. His hand dropped from her shoulder and he was beginning to think that he’d made a huge mistake. As he started to take a step back, she reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt.
“You kinda caught me off-guard there, Giles. Let’s try that again, what do you say?”
He smiled and leaned down, capturing her lips once more. A groan rumbled in his chest as her tongue found its way into his mouth. He stepped forward, she stepped back…moving them into her flat. Neither of them broke the kiss as he pushed the door closed. He grunted softly as she pushed him against the closed door and began tugging his shirt out of his jeans. When her hands slipped under his shirt and touched his skin, he pulled from the kiss and inhaled sharply.
She grinned at him, sliding her hands up to his chest. “Why did you leave?”
“I…wasn’t sure this is what you wanted.”
She moved her hands back down his ribs, chuckling as he squirmed. She hadn’t forgotten he was ticklish.
“Why did you come back?”
“To see if this is what you wanted.” He replied, gently tucking her hair back behind her ears.
“Don’t you want me?” She asked softly, settling her hands on his waist as she leaned into him.
“Fairly obvious I do, isn’t it? Considering I came back…considering I kissed you.” He closed his eyes as she pushed his shirt up, pressing kisses against his skin. “I didn’t come back for sex, Buffy. I came back to talk. Saying that…if you’re not wanting this to go further right now, I beg of you…please stop what you’re doing.”
She looked up at him, flicked her tongue against his nipple, and gently lowered his shirt. “Pretty sure you could turn me inside out…”
He inhaled deeply, trying to maintain some level of control. He said nothing, just merely stared at her…waiting to see, hear what was coming next.
“I think I want to find out for sure if you can. What do you say?”
And just like that, his control was lost.
His hands gripped her hips as his mouth latched onto the side of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin as he suckled her flesh, causing her knees to buckle. His grip tightened, holding her up as he moved his mouth steadily down her neck towards her collarbone. He nipped at her lightly through her shirt, smiling inwardly as she whispered his name gruffly.
Suddenly, she pushed away from him and stared at him. Then, with a trembling hand, she took hold of his hand and turned towards the hallway.
“Wait…what are we doing?”
She smiled at his gentle question and paused, turning back to look at him. “Going to the bedroom. That’s where this is heading, right? Sex?”
“This is what you want?” He asked, closing the gap between them. “You want to sleep with me?”
“Why are you questioning this so hard? I thought I made it pretty clear a few minutes ago…”
“Everything we’ve been through over the years…” He started, lifting his free hand to caress her cheek. “We’ve been through some heavy shit…”
“And now it’s lighter…and you’ve been thinking about this for a while now, haven’t you?”
He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her. “Why would you think that?”
“You don’t kiss someone like you kissed me if you haven’t been thinking about it.”
His eyes darted to her lips. “You kissed me the same.”
“Yeah. And I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.” She took a step towards the hall and gently tugged his hand. “Coming?”
He nodded slowly and allowed her to lead him down the hallway and into her bedroom. She smiled at him as he closed the door.
“No one is going to walk in on us, Giles.”
He chuckled softly and made his way to her, shedding his shirt on the way. Her eyes found the large circular scar on his abdomen and she reached out, carefully touching it with her fingertips.
“Almost lost you that day.” She whispered.
“But, you didn’t.” He replied, unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. Inhaling sharply as he parted the material, sliding his hands over the swell of her breasts. “Lovely…”
She laughed softly as he gently pushed her onto the bed. “Giles…”
“Hm?” He murmured, nudging her towards the middle of the mattress as he knelt between her thighs and leaned over her. “I don’t want to talk about the past right now, Buffy. I just…”
He paused as his eyes moved over her body, his fingers pulling the button free on her jeans. He smiled as Buffy quickly unbuckled his belt before working on the button and zipper of his jeans.
“You just…what?” She asked, slipping her hands underneath the waistband of his boxers…pushing them down over his hips.
A soft, guttural sound escaped his throat as she wrapped her hand around his erection. “I just want to be inside of you.”
“Then, we need to do something about this…don’t we?” She asked with a grin, gesturing with her free hand towards their jeans.
He nodded, gently pulling her hand away from his cock as he moved off the bed. He stared into her eyes as he kicked off his shoes before pushing his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them before removing his socks. He stood before her, completely bare…and felt a sense of pride as he watched her eyes darken as they roamed over his body.
He shook his head as she started to unzip her jeans, moving back to her quickly and brushing her hand away. “Let me…”
Without another word, he unzipped her jeans…pulling them down along with her underwear. He smiled as she lifted her hips in an effort to help him. As he dropped the garments to the floor, he looked at her…lying across the bed, wearing only an open blouse and a very lovely light purple satin bra.
“Giles?”
He met her eyes and inhaled deeply. “You’re lovely.”
She smiled at his whispered statement and then widened her eyes in surprise as he grabbed her ankles, gently pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Giles!”
He chuckled, kneeling beside the bed between her thighs. He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh as she draped her legs over his shoulders. With another quick glance up at her, he parted her lower lips with his thumbs and slowly ran the tip of his tongue through her wet folds.
She gasped and reached down, touching his hair with her fingers. He repeated the action, circling her clitoris but not actually touching it. He felt her heels press against his back, urging him on. He gently pushed his tongue inside of her, relishing the sensation of her fingers tightening in his hair. As he pulled out, he looked up at her…surprised to see her gazing down at him. Flattening his tongue, he dragged it over her flesh until he reached her clitoris. He held her gaze as he finally allowed his tongue to touch the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He smiled inwardly as she cried out, letting her head fall back against the mattress. He slipped the middle finger of his left hand into her as he expertly licked and sucked at her clit. When her hips lifted off the bed, he added his index finger…gently stroking her inner walls as his mouth continued its gentle assault on her flesh.
“Jesus Christ…Giles...” She panted, the fingers of her right hand scratching at his scalp as the fingers of her left curled in the bedsheets. Her hips moved against him, urging more contact from him. “Fuck!”
He held her clitoris gently between his lips, flicking his tongue against it, as he curled his fingers slightly inside of her. Within seconds he found what he was looking for, that slightly rough patch of flesh hidden inside that drove women wild. Buffy was no exception, screaming his name as he pressed against it…rubbed against it…all the while increasing the pressure on her aching clit.
And then he felt it…her inner walls tightening around his fingers, her muscles quivering around him. He pressed again and sucked hard at her clit. She screamed his name once more and came forcefully. He slowed his movements, gently easing his fingers out of her as he placed another soft kiss on her inner thigh.
Her body was trembling as he stood up and carefully pushed her back towards the middle of the mattress. He moved between her thighs and leaned over her, his erection resting against her thigh as he kissed her slowly. She reached between them, placing her hand on his cock…gently stroking it as she curled her leg over his hip.
He broke the kiss and groaned as her palm rubbed in slow circles over the glans. “Fuck, Buffy…”
She smiled dazedly up at him and shifted underneath him. “Yeah…you should do that now…”
He placed another warm kiss on her lips before pushing himself up until he was kneeling between her thighs. He took a deep breath and then guided his erection through her warm, wet folds…and time seemed to stop as he entered her, slowly pushing forward until he was completely embedded within her.
He leaned over her, supporting his weight with his left hand on the mattress. She rested her knees against his sides and raised a trembling hand to the side of his neck.
“Alright?” He whispered, gliding his fingertips along her thigh.
“Uh-huh…” She murmured, her hand sliding from his neck and down his chest. She smiled as he inhaled sharply when her nails lightly scraped over his nipple. “Very alright.”
As he began to move within her, he realised that he wasn’t quite sure how they had gotten to this point. He definitely hadn’t expected this…for the situation to escalate as quickly as this. But, as she began to move against him…with him…he pushed his doubts and concerns aside. And allowed himself to feel.
He’d deal with heavier thoughts tomorrow.
Chapter Three - Can't Help Me Now
This entry was originally posted at https://froxyn.dreamwidth.org/349826.html. However, you can comment here or there...I'm still around! :)