Ficlet: "Buttoned Up" (BtVS, Giles/Wesley, FRT)
TITLE: Buttoned Up
AUTHOR: Lara (larakailyn)
SUMMARY: Wesley helps Giles after he's hurt while trying to keep Dawn away from Glory.
PAIRING: Giles/Wesley
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
RATING: FRT
WORD COUNT: 524
SPOILERS: Spoilers through end of Season 5 of BtVS.
DISCLAIMER: I only wish I were as successful as Joss Whedon. He and Mutant Enemy own this; I just write fanfic for fun.
DISTRIBUTION: If anyone wants to archive this, please let me know!
FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A little bit of h/c for gothicautumn03 since she's sick herself though I think it took a bit of a turn in there. *snugs* Get better, sweetie.
"Wesley, I'm fine," Giles said irritably, pushing his lover's hands away from his shirt.
"You are not fine, Rupert. You were run through by a bloody lance," Wesley said. He took hold of Giles' hands and firmly placed them down by his sides. "Now hold still or you're going to pull your stitches."
Exhaling impatiently, Giles did as he was told, keeping his hands at his sides, while Wesley started buttoning his shirt. He was going rather slowly, and all he wanted was to finish getting dressed and to get the sodding hell out of hospital. It was bad enough that the doctors had made him stay for two days to make sure infection didn't set in - there were more important things to be dealt with, such as the fact that Glory had Dawn, and the time for the opening of the gates to her hell dimension was getting nearer.
"Wesley..."
"What?" His fingers finished a second button and moved up the next one.
"Could you possibly go any faster? We rather have a lot to take care of."
There was a pause as the third button was slid through the button hole. "No."
The simple way in which Wesley said that caused Giles to blink. "What?"
"No," Wesley repeated in the same tone as he went to work on the fourth button. Before Giles could think of a retort to get him to move faster, he then asked, "How many times have I undressed you?"
"What? What kind of question is that?"
"A question I asked." His fingers moved to the next one, this time gliding softly over his skin. Giles would have sucked in a breath if it hadn't hurt so bloody much.
"Quite a few times, if I recall correctly."
"Almost every night," he murmured with a smile. "And how many times have I ever dressed you?"
Giles' eyes closed as Wesley trailed his hand up his chest between the opening of his shirt. He tried to recall any time in the last almost two years since they had got together following the Mayor's ascension being stopped when Wesley might have helped him get dressed. "You...I don't believe you ever have."
"Precisely. I've never had this opportunity." Another button was done up. "I want to enjoy this."
"It's just a shirt, Wesley."
Wesley's fingers came to rest against Giles' collarbone under the collar of his shirt as he looked at him. Giles could see, staring into his lover's blue eyes, that he wasn't just talking about the shirt. Both of them had been keeping their worries about everything that had happened and might happen buttoned up inside.
"We'll get through this," he promised him. "We always do."
"I know."
Reaching up, Giles placed his hand over Wesley's. "And when we do, you can take me home and undress me again."
Wesley raised his eyebrows and gave him a half-smirk. "Think you'll be up to it by then? That was a pretty good gash you got."
"I'm sure you'll be able to help me," he told him, returning his smirk. "Now, would you mind helping me get out of here?"
"Gladly."
AUTHOR: Lara (larakailyn)
SUMMARY: Wesley helps Giles after he's hurt while trying to keep Dawn away from Glory.
PAIRING: Giles/Wesley
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
RATING: FRT
WORD COUNT: 524
SPOILERS: Spoilers through end of Season 5 of BtVS.
DISCLAIMER: I only wish I were as successful as Joss Whedon. He and Mutant Enemy own this; I just write fanfic for fun.
DISTRIBUTION: If anyone wants to archive this, please let me know!
FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A little bit of h/c for gothicautumn03 since she's sick herself though I think it took a bit of a turn in there. *snugs* Get better, sweetie.
"Wesley, I'm fine," Giles said irritably, pushing his lover's hands away from his shirt.
"You are not fine, Rupert. You were run through by a bloody lance," Wesley said. He took hold of Giles' hands and firmly placed them down by his sides. "Now hold still or you're going to pull your stitches."
Exhaling impatiently, Giles did as he was told, keeping his hands at his sides, while Wesley started buttoning his shirt. He was going rather slowly, and all he wanted was to finish getting dressed and to get the sodding hell out of hospital. It was bad enough that the doctors had made him stay for two days to make sure infection didn't set in - there were more important things to be dealt with, such as the fact that Glory had Dawn, and the time for the opening of the gates to her hell dimension was getting nearer.
"Wesley..."
"What?" His fingers finished a second button and moved up the next one.
"Could you possibly go any faster? We rather have a lot to take care of."
There was a pause as the third button was slid through the button hole. "No."
The simple way in which Wesley said that caused Giles to blink. "What?"
"No," Wesley repeated in the same tone as he went to work on the fourth button. Before Giles could think of a retort to get him to move faster, he then asked, "How many times have I undressed you?"
"What? What kind of question is that?"
"A question I asked." His fingers moved to the next one, this time gliding softly over his skin. Giles would have sucked in a breath if it hadn't hurt so bloody much.
"Quite a few times, if I recall correctly."
"Almost every night," he murmured with a smile. "And how many times have I ever dressed you?"
Giles' eyes closed as Wesley trailed his hand up his chest between the opening of his shirt. He tried to recall any time in the last almost two years since they had got together following the Mayor's ascension being stopped when Wesley might have helped him get dressed. "You...I don't believe you ever have."
"Precisely. I've never had this opportunity." Another button was done up. "I want to enjoy this."
"It's just a shirt, Wesley."
Wesley's fingers came to rest against Giles' collarbone under the collar of his shirt as he looked at him. Giles could see, staring into his lover's blue eyes, that he wasn't just talking about the shirt. Both of them had been keeping their worries about everything that had happened and might happen buttoned up inside.
"We'll get through this," he promised him. "We always do."
"I know."
Reaching up, Giles placed his hand over Wesley's. "And when we do, you can take me home and undress me again."
Wesley raised his eyebrows and gave him a half-smirk. "Think you'll be up to it by then? That was a pretty good gash you got."
"I'm sure you'll be able to help me," he told him, returning his smirk. "Now, would you mind helping me get out of here?"
"Gladly."