"Autumnal Equinox" Part 9/11

Buffy rubbed one hand up his arm as he moved, feeling the tense, slight quivering of his muscles from effort and not emotion. The emotion was everywhere in his body, each thrust, each sigh, each clench of his jaw a shout of vivid color and intensity. She kissed his chin and tasted salt, and he gasped. "Find me," he hissed against her cheek. He pushed hard into her, his voice a gasping growl, and she grabbed the back of his neck, clawing him in her bright pleasure, and he tore away from her with a feral pant and their eyes met. His mouth half-open, caught in that moment of pure fury, she understood him better than in all their private conversations in the past. It was a gut knowing, something he could have explained with words but which she would not have comprehended at this level. She experienced him from inside his own heart, tasted the most elemental nature of her Watcher's being, and was no longer afraid of hurting him.

"Found you," she whispered, and drew her nails down his throat, leaving raw lines in his whiskered flesh. He gasped and turned his head away, then looked back at her with a grin that seemed to relieve an invisible tension that had existed between them. Suddenly, she was pushing him off, sitting up in the bed with her hand on his shoulder, making him withdraw the sweetness of his cock from inside her. A flash of curiosity made his smile twist.

"What..?" he breathed.

"Just making you work for it, Watcher," she said, and scrambled out of the bed like a fox giving the hound the slip.

He was not confused. This was easy, a game he knew even though he had never played it before in his entire life. He wasn't going to let his Slayer leave without a tussle. He flew out of bed after her, catching her by the arm just as she darted out into the hallway, and he turned her around to shove her back against the wall with a thump.

"Where do you think you're going, little dragon?" he panted, laughing. She put her arms around his neck, grinning.

"Thought we might do it on the dining table," she teased. "Always wanted to." She gave a girlish shriek as he pulled them both down to the gleaming hardwood floor in the hall and thrust into her again, pleased with himself and loving her. She was trying to giggle and moan at the same time, wrapping her legs around his back with a limberness that he envied.

"Floor's better," he opined with a chuckle, bucking into her to enforce the point. "And I don't have a bloody dining table."

"You keep calling me dragon," she mused. "I feel like I should live up to it." She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his neck down to her mouth so she could bite him, even as he fucked her, and he gave a ferocious sigh of pleasure. "Harder," she panted, massaging one of his tense buttocks with her other hand. "Harder, oh God, Giles, you feel so good."

"Rupert," he said, licking softly at her lips and then holding her face with one hand. "It's Rupert now, sweet one."

"How about 'big dragon?'" she grinned, and he laughed. "Rupert," she murmured, testing the sound of it as his lips played softly with her own.

"Have you ever thought about doing this with me?" Giles asked her as he slowed to savor their lovemaking. "Before the urge came to you, I mean. Or did you not see me that way?" She was holding his flanks, urging him deep with each luxurious thrust. This question actually made her flush, much to Giles' amusement and wonder.

"Not seriously," she said, "but I did think about it. Willow and I sat around one day a few months ago trying to decide what you looked like naked. How big you were, whether you had muscles or not, if you wore boxers or briefs...stuff like that. Stop laughing," she said, poking him in a ticklish spot on his side. He flinched with an indignant yelp of laughter, then avenged himself with a deep shove into her that made both of them groan.

"Well, now you have the answers," he said, grinning. "Perhaps more answers than questions." The words trailed off into a low growl of pleasure as Buffy hugged him to her and encouraged him to stay buried in her for a few moments. He kept still, gazing down into her eyes, seeing her joy and yearning mingled into something that looked like it hurt her with its intensity. "Like that, luv?" he asked softly. She pulled his head down and kissed him breathless, her tongue finding his invasively. When he drew back again, he did see something more distressed in her expression. "What is it?" he asked, lowering himself onto his arms for a moment so he could touch her hair with his hands comfortingly. "Something wrong? Something you want?" She shook her head slightly, puzzled.

"I don't know," she murmured. Her hands slid up his back smoothly. "You feel really good, but it's like one of us is holding back. I think it's me." She looked upset by this, and Giles moved inside her slowly, trying to express his delight in her.

"It's me, too," he said. "It's not easy to show your heart to someone, no matter how much you want to. It takes time. Don't expect it all right away. But you look like you're not enjoying this as much as you know you could. Do you want to do something else? A lot of women can't come this way, so I'm told. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"No, I...I can come this way," she said, trying to articulate the sensation in the back of her mind and in the pit of her stomach. "It's just...it won't. Trying, but I can't."

"How much do you know about different positions?" he asked. "If you've only been with Angel, you may not know what you like, and I'm sure that you haven't found out everything about your sexual preferences. I'm twice your age and I'm still learning things."

"So how much do you know about different positions, Mr.Celibate?" she asked teasingly, and he chuckled.

"I read the Kama Sutra," he said sarcastically. Then he pulled out of her, making her moan, and coaxed her to her feet. "So let's find out together what we like. I think the bed will be more comfortable."

"Yep," she agreed, keeping her hands on his hips as they went back to the bed. "Floor's cold." When he reached the bed, he slid into it on his knees, half-turning to face her. "Can I ask you something?" she said, climbing onto the bed with him.

"Of course," he said. He had been nervous before, when they had gotten into bed naked the first time. Now he realized there was truly no reason for him to fear her observation. Both of them had long since looked past the external body and its imperfections. She was beautiful to him because of what she was, and the rest was gratis. He sat easily on the darkblue covers, resting his weight on one hand, unembarrassed by the proof of his pleasure in his firm erection.

"How long has it been since you had sex with anybody?" she asked. He pressed his lips together briefly, thinking, then cocked his head.

"About twenty-three years, I think," he said with a sigh. "Why do you ask?"

"The first time we talked about this, last month, you made it sound like celibacy wasn't such a bad thing. Tell me really, though. Was it hard?"

"Most of the time, no," he said softly, and she could see the seriousness in his eyes. This was not something he talked about easily. She might very well be the first person to ever hear this story. "There are people who voluntarily remain virgins well into middle-age, waiting for the right person. I wasn't a virgin before tonight, so in a way I think it's worse because I know what I'm missing." He smiled slightly at the painful joke, and Buffy touched his shoulder, feeling his strength and warmth. "To be honest, I never met anyone that I really regretted not having. Most of my interests are intellectual in nature, and I've always hated things like bars and clubs, so I never went anyway. I get a lot of pleasure out of my platonic relationships with people, and I've gained some very close friends over the years. Every once in a while, one of my friends or colleagues would try to fix me up with someone."

"What did you do?" she wondered, intrigued. Giles grinned fleetingly.

"Sometimes it sufficed for me to make it plain that I wasn't interested -- in women or men -- and that was that. Sometimes I tried to explain that I'd taken a vow of celibacy, not explaining about being a Watcher, of course." He sighed. "Usually they'd just become more fascinated and insist that we could have a nonsexual relationship. I gave up that explanation eventually, since it only made women more determined. The strategy that worked the best, and which I've kept using for several years, is to play stupid. If a woman finally makes it so obvious that I can't ignore it anymore, I just act baffled and uninterested. It always works, although usually gets me called an unpleasant name in the process. A lot of women assume there must be something profoundly wrong with a man who's not interested in sex or romance. Truth of it was, I was often interested, just committed to another duty. That's why I was so glad to be called to you to become your Watcher."

"So you could get some sex?" she said, and he laughed.

"No!" he exclaimed, reaching up to touch her face. "Not that. I was glad because it meant that my life wouldn't be a wasted effort...that all the commitments and sacrifices I've made wouldn't be in vain. This is what I was born to do, and it's very gratifying to be able to fulfill that duty."

"So you really don't have much more experience at this than me...do you?" she said.

"Perhaps a little more," he said with a faint smile. "I was...fairly eager about it before I took my vows, as you might expect. But there wasn't much imagination in it. No exploration. At that age I wasn't interested in exploring my sexuality. Didn't see the point."

"Just getting off and that's it," Buffy offered casually.

"Mm, crudely put," Giles said, "but yes."

"So how do you know you like being rough?" she asked, fondling his penis lightly. It had softened a little due to the distraction of the conversation, but responded now to her touch. His answering smile was sensuous and teasing.

"I've thought about it a lot," he said. His hand had left her face and was stroking softly across her collarbone and shoulder. He loved touching her. Even that simple kind of closeness had been denied him over the years, and she was magnificent. "Examined my own reactions to things I read or see in films. And you've already been rough with me tonight." He glanced down at his hip where pale red lines were still visible in his skin, and Buffy could still see the marks she had made on his throat a few minutes ago.

"And you liked it," she observed, amused.

"Yes," he murmured, touching her lips softly.

It was one of those flashes of boldness that made her lunge at him, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him down on his back. He sucked in a shocked breath, his hands moving reflexively to reach for her, but she seized his wrists and pinned him to the bed, looming over him. He was gulping for breath as if he had run a mile, and a soft, clipped groan escaped him as he looked at her.

"I think I'm starting to understand you, Giles," she said in a tone that made his thighs tense, and in the next breath she had swung one leg over his hips and was reaching down for his cock to guide him inside her. As soon as he was in the right position, she pinned his wrist again and the astonishment in his face changed to something more bestial. He was about to say something when she plunged down on him, sheathing his erection completely.

"Christ, yes!" he snarled. His upper body strained against herstrength for a moment, responding to the fury of her assault. She started to ride him, the intensity of it overwhelming him and he cried out hoarsely. "Oh, God!" Her eyes held him like talons, all hesitation gone from her expression. There was no timid girl in there anymore, no uncertain child. This was what he knew. This was what he lived for. "Oh, God."

"Like that, Watcher?" she hissed, bending down to his neck to nip him sharply. She let him thrust into her a little, meeting each rise of his hips with a savage downstroke. "Like fucking your Slayer?" She was grinning at him, breathing hard and unashamedly taking her pleasure roughly from his body.

"I like fucking you," he rasped, baring his teeth. "Think you knowme, sweet dragon? Think you know a Watcher's heart, my heart? Push me,luv, if you want to see how hard I push back." Buffy grabbed his jaw under his chin and turned his head to the side so she could sit down hard on his cock and bite his neck, her thighs clamping hard against his ribs. He growled in reply, baring more of his throat in invitation. "That all you've got?" he panted. "Come on, Buffy, you've wanted this for more than a month now, burning day and night for me."

"So how do I push you, Watcher?" she purred, her eyes like flame. She put both hands on his chest for leverage in riding him, relishing the hard length of him stroking sweet places inside her. It scratched a peculiar, vicious itch, satisfying some primordial urge that went back eons. She pinched one of his nipples suddenly and he gasped. "Hm?" she teased. She started playing with his nipple and Giles groaned low, arching into her touch. "You serve the Slayer, huh?" she panted, loving the open, feral look on his face.

"Do you doubt it?" he growled challengingly.

"No," she said with a wry laugh, remembering their encounter in the woods. "But I think you've got a screwy idea of what it means."

"What?" he breathed, his eyes narrowing. He groaned when she went still, letting her weight keep him inside as she looked down into his eyes, her hands around his wrists.

"You sure you want me to be on top?" she hissed. "You sure that's what it means? You're submissive all the time anyway, at school, hunting, teaching me. You promised you'd make this fire go away." She nuzzled his throat and kissed his jaw sensuously, making him purr. "You keep asking me what I want. I don't know Giles. That's what you're supposed to do." He was breathing hard, looking at her with fierce eyes. She was right.

"God, I know," he rasped, closing his eyes briefly. "Hurts, it hurts,luv. It's hard to stare it in the face." She grabbed his jaw again and his eyes opened with a start. She made him look at her, her fingers like a vise.

"I'm the one you stare in the face, Watcher," she said. "When youmasturbated on the phone for me last month, you weren't afraid to go crazy because I wasn't there. You want me." It was a pulse of heat in his blood and his belly trembled. "You know what you're supposed to do, damn it." Her fury was palpable. He tasted her sweat when she kissed him teasingly. "Come on, Rupert, you bastard, you owe me."

His hand closed around her wrist like iron and pulled her hand away from his throat.

"I do indeed," he murmured. He sat up, pushing her roughly away so he could turn her on the bed. He grabbed her hips and dragged her up onto her knees, getting behind her with his legs inside hers on the bed. "Against the wall, little dragon." He took one of her hands forcefully and put it flat on the wall above the headboard to show her what he wanted. She obeyed with a sharp, panting sound that he knew was a laugh, and he leaned over her back, wrapping one arm around her stomach and putting the other hand on the wall next to hers.

He didn't ask, didn't go slow, just sheathed himself in her quick and deep and began to fuck her hard from behind, grunting and laughing. Buffy pushed back against him with a cry of ecstasy.

"God yeah," she howled. "Oh yeah!"

"This what you want?" he snarled, no longer thinking of his strength or her innocence. "You like it like this?" The headboard was striking thewall in dull, rhythmic thumps, reflecting the brutality of their coupling.

"Yes," Buffy gasped. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He bit her shoulder blade, savored her yelp of pain, took his arm away from around her middle to grab her hips with both hands and try something fast and shallow. It had a sweet edge, and he leaned his head back in bliss as his Slayer moaned demandingly. He returned to the deep thrusts, and she started a low keening that pierced him to the core. It was good when he leaned over her, so he put one hand on her back to steady himself.

"I can feel that, sweet one," he purred. A bubble of fine, exquisite pleasure rippled up his back and he sighed deeply to let it out. "Not going to have any trouble coming from this, are you?" He laughed roughly, close to her neck.

"God, please," she whispered brokenly. The hot, swift delight of his fucking was unbelievable, destroying everything in her consciousness except the rising pleasure. "Want you to come, Rupert, come in me. Yeah, you're gonna make me..."

"That's all I want, dragon," he murmured. "Come for me. Let me do this, let me be what I am."

The moment he was certain her orgasm would have reached her, he saw her turn, her hand reaching back for his shoulder, and he understood. He paused in his hard thrusts to withdraw from her, letting her lie on her back beneath him, her body quivering on the edge of release. She swallowed hard and he slid into her again gently, covering her body with his own warmly. She uttered a quiet whimper but didn't close her eyes. He was close himself, the urgency in his groin wanting him to surrender to the need and just come. He held it down, slow and easy, holding her eyes. "It's all right," he said softly. "It's all right to show me. I promise it'll be all right, Buffy. We're alone in this house and no one can hear. That's it, it's all right. The death of summer, sweet one, take your power. Take it."

His gentle voice, sweet thrusts, warm, male body -- it was all suddenly safe. This moment was utterly private, his soul open to her, naked, and she had to show him everything. She discovered a whimper, a yell, that wanted to be let out, and she cried out. There was something deliciously painful about it, like the sweet agony of gulping a long breath after half-drowning, bright sun let into dark corners of her being that had lain in shadows all her life. She was aware of him all at once, a tremendous, passionate and fiercely devoted presence that slipped into her soul to take up residence with her. She'd never realized how much she'd wanted this closeness, how comforting and protective he was. She felt his intense joy, and knew it was because she had finally clutched his back and shouted her release.

The blinding peak of it passed after an eternally long space of swift heartbeats, allowing her to open her eyes and caress his back as he continued thrusting with a breathless, quiet delight. He was hot, trembling, his body desperate. She realized he hadn't come yet, waiting for her to finish.

"Come on, big dragon," she teased, rubbing her hands down his back to hold his rump firmly. He laughed, the tormenting pleasure of his nearness to release turning it into a low groan. At the last moment he surprised her by withdrawing all the way, then sliding back in with a quivering growl. "What are you up to?" she murmured, curious and amused.

"Coming," he whispered, pulling out again, this time very slowly, and as the head of his cock withdrew slightly, she felt a hard surge of his beginning orgasm briefly tease her opening with its warm, wet tickle, and then he was entering her again. "Coming, Buffy." His mouth covered hers for a soft kiss. The climax seemed to catch up with him in the next instant, and he gasped hard, breaking away from the kiss. Even with that breath, he was withdrawing once more and she could feel the absolute iron will required to pull out of her in the midst of this fantastic orgasm. The intensity of the effort was a delight in itself, and he bared his teeth with a growl right before he plunged back in with a shout. He bowed over her to let it finish, grunting softly against her throat, then kissing her warm, damp skin as the pleasure faded to a quiet smoldering.

For a long time he just kissed her softly; her neck, her chin, her lips. She was still breathing fast, gradually relaxing under him, her eyes half-closed languorously. Giles hummed quietly, magnificently sated and pleased that his Slayer had experienced such rapture at his hands. "You're beautiful," he murmured, kissing her eyelids gently.

"And exhausted," she sighed. He chuckled.

"Why don't you take a cool shower and we can go to bed?" he suggested. "You may want to wash anyway. Sex tends to be a bit messy." She giggled.

"Okay," she murmured. He kissed her once more, then withdrew carefully. She made a soft noise when he pulled out, and he rolled onto his back with a deep sigh.

"My God," he breathed tiredly.

"Big dragon sounds wiped out," Buffy said, amused, as she got up from the bed slowly, stretching cramped muscles.

"Big dragon forgot how much work lovemaking is," he replied wryly. "And big dragon isn't twenty anymore." He rose up from the bed with a groan, emulating her luxurious stretching. "Let me clean myself up a bit and I'll go downstairs and get your things."

A cool shower turned out to be an excellent idea, and Buffy hummed with pleasure as she bathed again. She heard Giles in the bathroom briefly, washing himself with a washcloth from the towel rack and making occasional sounds of satiation. She smiled wryly as he left to go downstairs, his footsteps casual and slow.

When she emerged from the shower, she was drying herself off when the bottles on the counter caught her attention again. She leaned over to read them as she dried her legs. One was a pale massage oil, and smelled like rosewood when she opened it. She took it with her out of the bathroom, finding her backpack on the floor by the bed, and Giles sprawled out on his stomach on the navy bedspread. His eyes opened at the sound of the door opening, and he watched her lazily as she came toward him.

"What's that you've got?" he asked.

"Massage oil," she said, climbing into the bed again and sitting on his thighs to face his back and shoulders.

"Mmm?" he questioned.

"Think of it as a thank you," she said, amused, and poured a small pool of it in the furrow of his spine.

"Rrrrmmm," he said. She leaned back to put the bottle on the night table, then rubbed both of her hands into the oil on his back, spreading it evenly. A low rumble emanated from his throat as she massaged up the sides of his spine and into the hard muscles of his shoulders. "You have the hands of a goddess," he sighed.

"And you have a gorgeous back," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't notice before. Guess I was paying too much attention to the front of you." He chuckled weakly. "I knew about this, though," she said, slapping her palm on one of his muscular buttocks. He grunted, startled, and mock-growled at her. "God, you sure can wear a pair of pants. Look better without 'em, though."

"I love your flattery," he murmured, smiling. "You don't have to do this, you know. If you're tired we can go to sleep."

"I want to do this," she replied. "I want to touch you."

"Then take your fill, Buffy," he hummed. "It feels good. I warn you, though, I may fall asleep."

"It's okay if you do," she said, sliding her hands down his oiled back and over his rump. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, surrendering to her delicious massage.

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