Another Fine Mess
By Gibberish

Title:  Another Fine Mess
Author: Gibberish
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy and the WB.
Rating:  NC-17   B/G   PWP
Spoilers:  A New Man
Summary:  Holly's challenge to have somebody find Giles handcuffed to his bed
naked. (Wonderful imagery, that.) I'm sure you'll all be shocked by who finds
him. *g* (Yes, that's sarcasm. I'm so predictable.))
Distribution: Solo, Jessica, Sai, Cassandra, Sal, WYWM, The LIST and After
Image. Anyone else, please ask.
Feedback: Be kind
Notes: <Thoughts> *Emphasis*

     Giles was cold. Still mostly asleep, he reached for his covers. His arms were stuck. His eyes snapped open, wide awake. Ethan was grinning down at him. Giles yanked his arms and found them handcuffed to the head board.

"Ethan!" He growled.

 "Oh, come now, Ripper." Ethan said silkily. "It's not as if I'd never seen you like this before." His eyes narrowed. "You let them lock me up."

 "You turned me into a bloody demon." Giles said angrily. "Then tried to get Buffy to kill me. You're lucky neither one of us killed you." He yanked at his arms again.

 "Ah yes, your precious Slayer." Ethan commented almost idly. "Tell me, has she ever seen you like this?" He grinned evilly. "No matter, she will soon enough."

 "Ethan, what have you done?" Giles asked nervously.

 "What haven't I done?" Ethan asked in return with a wicked grin. He pulled out a cell phone and dialed. When the person on the other end he picked up, he put the phone to Ripper's ear. "Say hello, Ripper." Giles glared at him.

"Oh, you want to play." Ethan grabbed him an extremely sensitive area.

"Damn it, Ethan." Giles ground out.

 Ethan clicked off the phone with a smile as he heard the Slayer call for her Giles. "That was all I needed. I'll be going now."

 "I'll find you, Ethan." Giles threatened.

 "Promises, promises." Ethan said jovially. He made certain that anything that might be used to cover him was well out of reach. "Perhaps, you'd rather it had been Buffy I'd exacted revenge on." The thought of his Slayer in the same position that he was, had a rather obvious effect on Ripper. "Well, that ought to make her wonder." With those words, he left.

 Giles cursed Ethan, then cursed him again for putting that image into his mind. Then he cursed himself for taking the image further. He looked down at himself. "Go away."


   Buffy ran all the way to Giles', and right inside. "Giles?" She called out. There was no sign of a struggle.

 "Buffy, don't come up here." Giles called to her.

 Buffy was already halfway up the stairs before he finished the sentence.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she reached the loft. "Oh my ..." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Wh-what happened?"

 Giles closed his eyes. "Ethan." He said through gritted. "His way of getting even for letting the Initiative lock him up."

 "Oh." Buffy said in a small voice as she continued to stare. <Wow!>

 "Since you're here, do you think you could get me out of these bloody things." Giles said a bit sarcastically.

 Buffy's eyes shot to his wrists and assured herself that he hadn't meant bloody literally. "D-did he hurt you?" He shook his head. She checked the handcuffs. "Do you have the key?"

 "Of course I don't have the bloody key." Giles ground out. "Do you think Ethan would make it that easy? Just, break them." Giles felt the bed shift and opened his eyes. In front of his face, Buffy's breasts jiggled as she tested the strength of the cuffs. He groaned and his body reacted instinctively.

 Buffy's worried eyes shot to his. "Giles?"

 "Just get me off - *Them* off." He corrected himself.

 Buffy's eyes widened and slid down his body. "I could do both." She covered her mouth with her hand, she hadn't meant to say that out loud.

 "Oh God." Giles groaned as he looked at her.

 Buffy's eyes slid down his body. That looked painful.

 "The handcuffs, Buffy." Giles reminded her.

 "What do you want me to do?" Buffy asked. "I can't break them."

 "What do you mean, you can't break them?" Giles asked. "I've seen you ..."

 "Not on somebody else." Buffy told him. "The leverage is all wrong."

 "Try, dammit." Giles told her.

 Buffy leaned over him again and tested the cuffs. She could feel his panting against her breasts and they tightened. She changed positions without thinking to try for a different angle and ended up straddling his chest.

 "Oh my God." Giles rasped. She wiggled on his chest and Giles thought he was going to come just from that, especially when he felt that her pants were damp. He was unable to stop his hips from moving. He wanted to grab her so badly he ached. "B-Buffy, stop." She looked down at him, her pupils dilated. She brought her hands to rest on his chest.

 "I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Buffy whispered.

 Giles laughed a bit hysterically. "I'm not sure that I'd notice." He told her. "I can't stand this." He met her eyes. "You could at least cover me."

 Buffy raised her brows devilishly, then slid down his body so that she covered him with her heat. "Covered." His hips bucked against her. "Anything else?"

 "Put me out of my misery." Giles told her. She sat up, pressing against him fully and for moment he thought she was going to leave.

 Buffy pulled her top over her head and threw it to the floor. "Still miserable?" She rubbed herself along his length.

 Giles pushed against her, seeking a greater heat. "Getting better."

 Buffy reached behind her and took off her shoes, then stood on the bed above him, her feet between his legs. She hook her thumbs under her waist band and slid her pants down, along with her panties and threw them on the floor. He groaned when she moved her feet to either side of his hips and dropped to her knees. She held herself above him even as his hips moved to make contact. She ran her hand up and down his length and he shuddered.

 Giles watched mesmerized as she put one finger in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She removed the finger and lightly ran it down his penis, tip to base, then blew down on him. "Aargh." Was his strangled cry. His hands clutched the head board so tightly that his knuckles were white.

 Buffy held him in her hand and moved into position. She slid just the tip in and held still, until she suddenly slammed down on him. She grinned when she felt him come, then her eyes widened in shock when his hands broke the head board.

 Giles' hands went immediately to her throat and pulled her down into a heated kiss. There was no slow build up, just a battle of tongues. His hands moved between them and took possession of her breasts, he kneaded them, ran his thumbs over her nipples and then pinched them. It wasn't long before he was thrusting up into her. His hands slid down from her breasts until one rested on her thigh, the other moved between her legs and his thumb worked her clit. She tightened against him, but he continued to thrust and massage her clit, immediately following her first climax he built her up to another. This time when she came, he let himself go and gave in to his own second orgasm.

 Giles lifted his arms up and over her, so that he could hold her to him as they caught their breath. "I don't know whether to kill Ethan or send him a thank you note." Giles said breathlessly.

 "I vote we send him a thank you note." Buffy said. "After he gets it, then we kill him." Giles laughed.

   Not even years later, would they explain why there were a framed pair of bronzed handcuffs hanging from their bedroom wall.

END