Title:More Trouble With Chinese Food
Author:Lily Walsh (WinterViolet24@aol.com)
Rating:NC-17 (I'm such a bad girl!)...if you're under 18, please leave so I will not get in trouble...
Setting:Giles gets ahold of some chinese food..
Disclaimer:All characters property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy... not even the chinese food is mine..
I make no profit from this tall tale.
Author's Note:More Smut :P! This is a sequel to my other story,The Trouble With Chinese Food. Which I suggest you read but you don't have to.

More Trouble With Chinese Food

Rupert Giles growled in annoyance as he jiggled his key in the lock on his door.
"Why won't this.."thing"..open!" he muttered in disgust and set down the brown paper bag and umbrella he had been holding.
After jiggling the key in the lock a few more times he heard the lock click loudly in satisfaction and the door swung open.
Giles let out a sigh of relief and picked up the brown paper bag and umbrella from the ground and entered his house, shutting his door behind him.
He set the bag on the kitchen table and headed into the kitchen.
He went to the cabinet above the refrigerator and took out a teapot, filling it with water and setting it on the stove to boil.
Then he searched for some tea bags.
He could hear the lightning and hard, pounding rain in the background and sighed.
It had been a long day.
It felt good once in a while to leave behind the school library and vampires and escape home.
"Home", he thought with a quiet, small smile.
That was the first time he had ever thought of Sunnydale as home and not England.
He finally found a tea bag, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the water to boil.
He smiled as thoughts and memories of England drifted through his mind.
Perhaps he could take a short trip there soon.
He frowned and shook his head.
He knew better, he couldn't leave his duties as a Watcher just to take a vacation.
Suddenly the small smile returned along with a quick laugh as his thoughts shifted to Buffy.
Buffy would insist he go on vacation if she knew he wanted to go on one.
Then again, Buffy probably wanted him to go on vacation even if he DIDN'T want to go on one.
As a loud rumble of thunder filled the quite house and the sound of the beating rain grew louder,Giles felt a dreamy smile spread across his face as he thought of Buffy.
Her smooth, peach cream skin.
Her long, sunshine blonde hair.
Her ocean blue eyes that sparkled when she was happy and grew a startling depth when she was sad.
And her soft, perfectly sculpted mouth.
The teapot whistled, snapping Giles from his reverie and he growled.
What was wrong with him?
She was years younger than him.
It was wrong of him to think of her in that way.
He was her Watcher.
Besides, she could never and would never feel or think about him that way.
He sighed and nodded.
Yes, that was the truth and he had to accept it.
He poured himself a hot cup of water and set his tea bag inside, stirring it idly with a spoon.
He wondered if she knew that she brought a little light into his life everyday.
He doubted that she did and that was fine with him.
Because he knew, and that was all that really mattered.
He sipped his tea and he looked at the paper bag in front of him.
He felt another chuckle escape his throat.
That stormy evening, after a rather large vampire slaying, Giles had driven Buffy home and explained to Mrs.Summers that Buffy had been working late in the library that evening and he hadn't wanted her to walk home alone so late at night and had offered her a ride.
Mrs.Summers thanked him and invited him inside and out of the rain for a cup of coffee which he gladly accepted despite Buffy's disapproving looks.
He had gulped down the coffee pretty quickly however because Mrs.Summers' had been asking questions about Buffy that Giles felt he couldn't answer with answers she'd enjoy and he wanted to escape.
Before he could get out of the door however Mrs.Summers asked him if he would like some leftover chinese food she had.
She explained that she no longer had the taste for it and that Buffy couldn't eat chinese food or she'd have nightmares, but she didn't want good food going to waste.
Despite Giles' protests, she had thrust the bag in his hands and sent him on his way.
He lifted out a white box with red chinese writing on it.
"Why not?" he mumbled to himself and set it in the microwave.
Soon the air radiated with the scent of delicious chinese food.
Giles pulled out the box and read the chinese writing printed on it.
"'Tang Cu Liyu', Sweet and sour carp? Hmm..hope it tastes better then it looks."
It turned out it was.
Before Giles knew it, he had finished the whole box and was on to another.
And then another one.
And ANOTHER one.
He was halfway through a box of stir fried broccoli and tofu in spicy almond sauce when he realized he was about to fall asleep with his face in the chinese box.
He shut the box up and put the food in the refrigerator, finally understanding why Buffy enjoyed chinese so much.
As he headed towards his bedroom, he vaguely remembered reading in various articles that certain foods before bed could affect your dreams.
He sent that thought off with a shrug as he climbed into bed, too tired to remove his clothes.
"Rubbish..," he yawned as his eyes slowly shut,
"Absolute rubbish..."

***~~~**~~~****

The sound of his front door slamming shut caused Giles to sit up in bed, wide awake and totally alarmed.
Relax, a voice in his mind whispered, no vampires can come into your home unless invited.
Still, Giles found himself reaching into his nightstand for a stake.
Funny, most people keep guns in their nightstands..I have wooden stakes and holy water, he thought as he got to his feet and walked towards the door to his room.
Suddenly the door burst open and Buffy stood there.
Soaking wet.
Her chest was raising up and down unnaturally and her eyes seemed wide with fear.
"Buffy! Is something wrong! What's happened!" Giles asked alarmed and dropped the stake.
"I..I.." she was gasping for breath and Giles pulled her rain-soaked body into his arms without thought.
He ran a soft hand over her head, "Shhhh..it's all right. Calm down. Relax. Then tell me."
"NO!" Buffy cried tearing from his grip, "I..I have to tell you now..b-before I lose the nerve."
"Buffy, what are you talking about?" Giles asked confused.
"Giles..I-I have to tell you something..I. Why is it so dark in here?" Buffy asked, her voice slightly high pitched.
"Because the lights aren't on." Giles replied, shaking his head.
What was wrong with her?
She sat on the edge of his bed, still gasping, rain rolling down her arms and dripping from her hair onto the carpet,
"C-could you turn on the lights?"
Giles flicked his light switch.
To get nothing.
"Hmmm.." Giles mummered and tried his bed side lamp.
He turned the knob, but still there was no light.
"Curious..the lights don't seem to be working." Giles said more to himself than Buffy.
"It's-it's probably the storm," Buffy said shakily, "It's probably taken out the electricity."
Giles nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, I have some candles somewhere I think..."
Giles searched and soon enough found some candles.
He lit each one and felt something of a blush creep on his face.
The only time he could see himself with Buffy in a candlelight setting was to preform a seance or some other form of witchcraft needed to bind a demon of some sort.
Otherwise it would be rather strange, because candlelight always spoke to him of romance.
After the room was well lit, Giles sat on the bed next to Buffy," Okay....now would you please tell me what's wrong?"
Buffy gasped again, this time more out of nervousness then out of breath and she said almost silently, "I-I've been having dreams..."
Giles nodded, understanding,"Dreams about demons, danger?"
"No..dreams about..well..," Buffy blushed, "Romantic dreams."
Giles nodded again, "Angel."
"No...you." she replied, looking down at her feet, then up at him.
The look on his face was just the way she'd pictured it: utter shock.
He blinked, realized his mouth was open, then licked his lips and blinked some more before saying,"Did..you just say you were having..romantic dreams. About me?"
Buffy nodded and jumped to her feet, pacing the room,  
"Actually it was only one dream..a VERY powerful one..I thought maybe it was just the food I ate but..well, I..I think..I think I want you."
Giles stood up to,facing her,"That's impossible Buffy."
"No, no it's not. I..here, let me prove it!" she reached out and grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him down roughly and kissed him.
Her fingers treaded deep into his dark hair, holding him down as her lips whispered across his.
Slowly he responded, allowing her small access to his mouth, her tongue darting in quickly, desperately raking across his own tongue and the inside of his mouth.
She tasted of rain and something else wild that was driving his senses crazy.
It felt so soft and sweet.
Giles managed with a groan to grab her shoulders and tear her away from him, "This is wrong Buffy."
"No,"Buffy said, her voice holding strength,"It isn't. I want you. And you want me to."
"What?" Giles gasped exasperated.
"Yes, you do! You want me. Just as much as I want you! Admit it! Or if you can't, tell me you don't want me! If you can tell me you don't want me I'll leave.
I'll walk out that door and I'll never mention this again.
But you have to tell me you don't want this. Don't want
me, before I'll leave here.
And don't give me excuses!"
"B-but Angel.."
"I loved Angel, yes. But he kept regaining his soul and losing his soul...I can't take that anymore. I think somewhere I stopped loving him, or maybe I never loved him. Maybe he was an obsession of mine that has just died out."
"The age.."
"Don't get me started there!" she snapped.
"Angel is thousands of years older than me compared to you. And yes, you ARE older than me relatively speaking. But that doesn't mean I can't want you or it can't work out. Stranger things have happened." she gasped out then caught her breath calmly and asked, "Do you honestly not want me?"
Giles looked down sadly, "Who could NOT want you Buffy."
Buffy walked towards him slowly, removed his glasses and sat them on the nightstand.
Then gently ran her fingers across his cheek, "It'll be okay."
He nodded and lowered his lips down to hers, kissing her gently with a sweet heat.
She kissed him back eagerly, wanting this more than anything she'd ever wanted.
His hands went into her hair and he realized how small and delicate she was.
The kiss seemed to last quite a while and Giles got so lost in it he hardly felt her nails scraping his chest.
By the time he found the strength to pull away he realized she had undone the buttons of his shirt.
She smiled sheepishly, "Quick fingers."
He chuckled and her eyes brightened, "I love to hear you laugh."
He blushed slightly, "Do you?"
"Mmmhmm." She mummered and brushed her lips over his quickly before she began to push his shirt off his shoulders.
Giles felt the shirt slip from his shoulders and felt a shiver. He never realized until this moment how much he'd secretly longed this young girl and how desperate he was to please her and make her feel wonderful.
To repay her for every shaft of light she'd filled his life with.
He quickly scooped her up in his arms and set her on his bed, running the back of his fingers along her face.
"So lovely." he whispered and kissed her softly before pulling her soaking wet t-shirt over her head and sending it to the floor.
She trembled slightly from the cold and the anticipation as he gently ran his warm hands along her body.
He rubbed her arms, trying to warm her from the cold before he caressed her collarbone with his lips and let himself trail over.
His lips heated her skin quickly and she sighed in contentment as his lips whispered along her arms.
He looked into her blue eyes as his hands prepared to rest themselves on her breasts.
She nodded with a timid smile and let out a breath as his hands cupped her.
He found himself almost more nervous than the first time he had made love to a woman.
He gently massaged her breasts and listened to her sounds of enjoyment and rapture before he lifted her up in his arms.
He hugged her for a moment before unclasping her bra and removing it from her shoulders.
He tossed it to the side and looked down at her breasts with a smile.
She blushed slightly as he reached out and touched her warm breast, his fingers flicking lightly over her tight nipple,of his hand meeting her bare flesh.
She let out a moan as he lowered her back onto the bed and ran his fingers along her breasts and nipples, feeling her heartbeat flutter.
Then he licked his lips and lowered his mouth to her breasts.
She cried out at the pure sensation of his wet mouth on her breast, sucking her nipple with great care.
He acted as if she was glass, and if he crushed her too hard she'd break.
It hadn't been this way with Angel, she thought weakly.
Her experience with Angel had been rushed and awkward because it had been her first time.
But with Giles...
He treated her with such slow, loving care it almost brought tears to her eyes.
He pulled away and whispered hoarsely, "Touch me."
It was more of a plea then a command and Buffy gladly reached out and ran her hands along his back and over his chest.
She ran her fingers over his chest hair with wide eyed fascination.
Angel hadn't had chest hair..
She tugged at it playfully and heard him yelp.
She giggled and kissed the offended area of his chest as an apology.
She took strong hold off his wide shoulders and flipped him beneath her.
"This'll be easier if I'm on top." she slurred and realized that he voice had seemed to grow thick and deeper.
She ran her hands over him and kissed him with a passion she wasn't aware she possessed.
She let her lips trail from his lips to his neck and then lower.
Her and Angel had moved so quickly she had never really had enough time to pleasure him completely.
In some ways, she was still a virgin.
She gently lowered her tongue to his flat nipples and heard with satisfaction his groan of her name.
With a new sense of confidence she ran her mouth lower down his body, trailing kisses as she went.
When she reached his pants her fingers with shaking, not with fear, but with a frantic need to end the ache of desire in her body.
She tugged at his pants and Giles felt his lower self grow harder even more and reached up, taking firm hold of her shoulders.
"If you do that..this will all be over too soon." He told her in a voice he could hardly recognize as his own.
"But this tension is killing me, Giles!" She whined, weakly.
He smiled and kissed her, "It's Rupert. Now come here..and I'll help you 'relieve' that tension."
Buffy allowed him to reverse their positions so she was once again beneath him.
He unzipped her damp jeans and tugged them down her slender hips.
Then he slowly ran his fingers up and down the inside and outside of her legs.
He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her underware and pulled it down her legs, leaving her completely naked.
He smiled at the sight of her perfect body before he dipped his fingers into her mound.
She cried out his name, her body moving restlessly under his hand as his fingers began to tread through her honey thickness faster.
Her fingers clawed at his shoulders,    
"Giles...Rupert...it's too much! I-I can't..." she whimpered in between her moans.
He lowered his head and his warm tongue flicked gently along her clitrious.
Her body tightened and she felt her breath sucked out of her body, then it returned with such force she screeched his name in absolute ecstasy.
He felt her body shudder but kept up his torture, prolonging her enjoyment as her body shook.
Finally let her go and he could see the sweat glistening on her body.
"That..was..so beautiful." she gasped weakly, "No one's EVER made me feel that way..not Angel. No one."
Giles felt a blush over take him, "Really?"
She nodded and smiled him, then frowned at the claw marks she'd left on his shoulders, "Oh..I hurt you..."
Giles looked at the claw marks, "Oh it doesn't hurt."
She still leaned up and kissed his shoulders softly, then opened her arms, her blue eyes shining with want.
She could see his green eyes full of need and he went to her open arms.
She undid his pants and pulled them off.
She began to caress his cock and heard him groan her name.
She smiled, wanting to repay him for the way he made her feel earlier.
She ran her hands up and down him.
Giles felt as if he was floating, her soft little hands pulling extreme pleasure from him.
Buffy wondered silently if she should do what she heard most guys enjoyed immensely.
It sounded like the major ick factor to her but she wanted to make Giles feel as wonderful as she had a little while ago.
She sat up slightly and took him beneath her again.
"We've been flipping roles a lot lately." He muttered, then confusion filled his face, "Buffy..what are you doing?"
"You'll see.." she mummered and without a word, took him in her mouth.
"BUFFY!" he cried out in alarm and shock.
This was new to him, no one had ever gone down there.
He had heard about people doing this but he never thought...
But it felt so good, her teeth scraping him, and her tongue running over him softly.
His fingers ran into her soft blonde hair and she pulled away slowly, her eyes melting blue pools,
"I wanted to make you as happy as I felt..did I do wrong?"
He shook his head, "No, Buffy. That was beautiful. No one has made me feel that way."
He tugged her close and kissed her with a soft passion.
He reached a hand over to his night stand and went to the drawer below the one filled with stakes.
He pulled out a foil packet and pulled away from Buffy to put the condom on.
"I want to protect you." he explained.
Buffy smiled and said softly, "You always protect me."
He smiled back at her as he finished slipping the condom on.
Then he slowly kissed her again, before thrusting into her.
She cried out gently against his shoulder as he moved above her with great care.
She answered each thrust with one of her own, her legs wrapping around him.
They started off slow, but once they gained a tempo they moved against each other heatedly, unable to keep back their passion any longer.
The sounds of their building pleasure so loud it masked the booming thunder in the background.
"Rupert! I..I can't..I...," Buffy could feel herself tightening, about to climax again. Tears rolled down her cheek as she hit the edge, the beauty of what they were doing fully hitting her and she whispered,  
"Rupert, I love you."
With that her climax ripped through her body, causing him to sob his name loudly.
The moment she said she loved him, he felt his heart contract, "Oh Buffy, I love you, too." he whimpered weakly as his climax began to build, and when she came again, she dragged him with her.
They moved rapidly against each other.
Crying each others names and whispering their new found love for each other.
After that, the night just seemed to melt away.
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Giles eyes opened slowly and he looked around, his head spinning.
He could see the sunlight straining against the curtains of his room and feel back against his bed.
It was all a dream, he realized sadly.
He remembered the chinese food and frowned.
It must have been the chinese food..
Well, I'm never eating that stuff again, he thought with a growl.
Then he rolled over in bed and saw Buffy lying next to him.
A soft smile on her face, "Good morning Rupert..."

END