Story: "Visitor" Part 2 - R - Spike/Giles
Title: Visitor (Part 2)
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: R
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Giles
Disclaimer: I did not create the characters. I only play.
Summary: Spike visits Giles again, and gives him a promise.
Previous Part
"So, the moral of the story was, yak demons smell even worse on the inside than on the outside," Buffy finished with a grimace on her face.
"H-have you tried bathing in tomato juice?" Tara asked.
Buffy's eyes widened fractionally. "They don't smell that bad," she said. Tara bit her lip and looked away, and Buffy tried to discretely smell her own clothes, frowning when she smelled yak. "I should go," she decided, getting out of her chair.
"Me too," Xander said, standing up with Anya. "We need to get home and take care of some things."
"You mean have sex?" Anya asked, providing impetus.
"Time to go home," Willow blurted out, scrambling to organize the spell books and pick up the ones that belonged to her and Tara.
As the gang scrambled for their things, the door opened and bell rang.
"Nice shiner," Xander said to Spike, who grit his teeth and nodded.
"We're leaving, Spike," Buffy told him. "Shop's closed."
"I just need-"
Anya cut him off, "We don't give, we sell."
Spike sighed, and was saved by Giles' intervention. "What do you need, Spike?"
"Just something for the black eye," Spike said.
"I have something," Giles said immediately, though he wasn't sure if that were true.
Anya looked on in disbelief as Giles stepped from around the counter to actually look at Spike's bruise. "We'll have to wait," she said to Xander.
"For the love of God, leave," Giles spluttered.
"But-"
"I can lock up on my own. Not another word. Go now."
"Didn't have to tell me twice," Buffy said, already bounding for the door. A moment later they were all out the door, and Giles locked it behind them, nearly sighing in relief.
"Let's find something for that eye," Giles said in a quieter tone to Spike. He led the way into the back supply room, trying to think of something soothing or cooling to put on the injury. There was no better alternative to straight up ice, and that was something he didn't have in the shop.
Giles finally found a smooth crystal that was cold to the touch, and gave that to Spike to press against the area.
"This is a healing crystal?" Spike asked.
"No. The cool will keep down the swelling."
"Oh. Thanks," Spike studied the crystal briefly and then touched the cold surface to his skin.
"This is the third time," Giles said.
Spike briefly hung his head. "Sorry. I knew I was bothering you."
"You're not bothering me. The fact that every time you come around, you have a new injury is what is bothering me," Giles said.
"You've seen me injured plenty of times."
"No," Giles denied, and then relented. "Knowing that your questionable new 'career' choice is getting you injured is what makes me bothered."
Spike lowered the crystal to smile at him. "I got this playing poker, for your information."
"Ah. Strip poker, then?"
"Git!" Spike laughed, pretending to strike at him. In his childish moment of play, the crystal fell out of his hand and smashed onto the floor. He stared down at it, leaned against Giles, and then looked at him sheepishly. "I'll pay for that."
"You will?" Giles raised an eyebrow with some skepticism.
Spike hesitated, and then leaned forward and pressed Giles into a kiss. He ran his hands over Giles' back, then sucked at his bottom lip and pulled away completely.
"That's, uh - that's a promise," Spike said to him before he fled.
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: R
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Giles
Disclaimer: I did not create the characters. I only play.
Summary: Spike visits Giles again, and gives him a promise.
Previous Part
"So, the moral of the story was, yak demons smell even worse on the inside than on the outside," Buffy finished with a grimace on her face.
"H-have you tried bathing in tomato juice?" Tara asked.
Buffy's eyes widened fractionally. "They don't smell that bad," she said. Tara bit her lip and looked away, and Buffy tried to discretely smell her own clothes, frowning when she smelled yak. "I should go," she decided, getting out of her chair.
"Me too," Xander said, standing up with Anya. "We need to get home and take care of some things."
"You mean have sex?" Anya asked, providing impetus.
"Time to go home," Willow blurted out, scrambling to organize the spell books and pick up the ones that belonged to her and Tara.
As the gang scrambled for their things, the door opened and bell rang.
"Nice shiner," Xander said to Spike, who grit his teeth and nodded.
"We're leaving, Spike," Buffy told him. "Shop's closed."
"I just need-"
Anya cut him off, "We don't give, we sell."
Spike sighed, and was saved by Giles' intervention. "What do you need, Spike?"
"Just something for the black eye," Spike said.
"I have something," Giles said immediately, though he wasn't sure if that were true.
Anya looked on in disbelief as Giles stepped from around the counter to actually look at Spike's bruise. "We'll have to wait," she said to Xander.
"For the love of God, leave," Giles spluttered.
"But-"
"I can lock up on my own. Not another word. Go now."
"Didn't have to tell me twice," Buffy said, already bounding for the door. A moment later they were all out the door, and Giles locked it behind them, nearly sighing in relief.
"Let's find something for that eye," Giles said in a quieter tone to Spike. He led the way into the back supply room, trying to think of something soothing or cooling to put on the injury. There was no better alternative to straight up ice, and that was something he didn't have in the shop.
Giles finally found a smooth crystal that was cold to the touch, and gave that to Spike to press against the area.
"This is a healing crystal?" Spike asked.
"No. The cool will keep down the swelling."
"Oh. Thanks," Spike studied the crystal briefly and then touched the cold surface to his skin.
"This is the third time," Giles said.
Spike briefly hung his head. "Sorry. I knew I was bothering you."
"You're not bothering me. The fact that every time you come around, you have a new injury is what is bothering me," Giles said.
"You've seen me injured plenty of times."
"No," Giles denied, and then relented. "Knowing that your questionable new 'career' choice is getting you injured is what makes me bothered."
Spike lowered the crystal to smile at him. "I got this playing poker, for your information."
"Ah. Strip poker, then?"
"Git!" Spike laughed, pretending to strike at him. In his childish moment of play, the crystal fell out of his hand and smashed onto the floor. He stared down at it, leaned against Giles, and then looked at him sheepishly. "I'll pay for that."
"You will?" Giles raised an eyebrow with some skepticism.
Spike hesitated, and then leaned forward and pressed Giles into a kiss. He ran his hands over Giles' back, then sucked at his bottom lip and pulled away completely.
"That's, uh - that's a promise," Spike said to him before he fled.