Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belongs to Joss Whedon, WB, and Fox,not me.
Part One
Giles eyes popped open and he groaned. This was the fourth
night in a row he’d been unable to sleep for more than a few
hours. Sighing, he climbed out of the tangled sheets and made his
way into the bathroom.
After a cold shower to wake him up, Giles came out of the
bathroom, one towel around his muscular waist, another he was
using to rub his hair dry. He walked over to the small closet,
where rows of tweed jackets and pants hung neatly. He was about
to pull out a pair of slacks when a box on the top shelf caught
his attention.
Giles hung the towel on the doorknob and removed the box from
the shelf. He sat on the floor and opened it.
The first thing he saw was a photograph. Five friends stood
together, their left arms extended showing off matching tattoos.
The mark of Eyghon.
Giles set the picture aside. Underneath was a small jewelry
box. He opened it and found a gold hoop earring. Smiling, he fit
the earring into the hole on his left ear.
A pair of well worn jeans and a green T-shirt were next. Giles
stood, dropped the towel from around his waist to the floor and
stepped into the jeans. The feel of the soft denim on his bare
skin made him groan in pleasure. He hadn’t worn anything so
comfortable in a long time.
After he put on the T-shirt, Giles bent down a removed the
next item from the box. A faded, black leather jacket slid over
his shoulders as he inhaled its familiar smell. Turning, Giles
looked at himself in the full length mirror on the closet door.
A man he hadn’t seen in a long time stood before him.
Giles’ hair was sticking up from toweling it dry without
combing it. The gold glinted slightly as the lamplight caught it.
Giles grinned rakishly and his reflection mimicked him.
He turned back to the box and grabbed a pair of well worn
black boots. He sat on his bed and put on a pair of socks, then
pulled on the boots.
Giles returned to his seat on the floor and leaned against the
open door. He snapped a wide, studded bracelet on his right
wrist. Finally, he pulled out one of five journals and began to
read.
7:45 a.m.
Giles closed the third journal and glanced at the clock on the
nightstand. "Bloody hell!"
He jumped up from the floor and ran over to the dresser,
shoved his wallet and keys into his pocket and picked up the
books he had brought home the night before. He hurried back to
the closet and grabbed a tweed jacket, then ran down the stairs
and out the front door.
The old Citrogen sputtered as it turned over, black smoke
pouring ominously from the tail pipe. One of these days the car
would probably fall to pieces at the most inopportune time.
He made it to Sunnydale High School in record time. Sprinting
to the door closest to the library, Giles entered the student
filled halls just as the first bell rang.
"Wow, who’s the hottie," he heard one student
say as he hurried past them. His face turned red as the girls
started to describe him. Luckily, the doors to the library were
only a few more feet.
Giles entered his safe haven and sighed. Books from the
previous night’s research party sat haphazardly on the
table. Empty bags of chips and cans were strewn casually about,
their contents disposed of by the Slayerettes. It had been close
to 2:00 a.m. before everyone had stumbled out the doors. He set
the books and jacket on the counter, then went into his office to
start the pot of tea.
"Welcome to the library, class," Giles heard a
woman’s voice say, followed by the groans and murmurs of
students. Frowning, he stepped to the doorway of the office and
observed at the intruders.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
The teacher and students stopped speaking as one and stared at
him. "Mr. Giles?" The teacher asked, clearly befuddled
by the librarian’s appearance.
"I asked a question," Giles said, walking over to
her. His boots clicked quietly on the floor.
"We-we have the library reserved," the teacher said.
"For a class project on famous English writers of the
nineteenth and twentieth centuries?"
Giles went to remove his glasses to pinch the bridge of his
nose, but they weren’t there. He had forgotten them on his
nightstand. Instead, he ran a hand through his mussed hair.
"I remember now," he said. He turned to the mess on
the table. "Just give me a moment to clean this up, and the
library is yours."
"Thank you, Mr. Giles," the teacher responded with a
besotted voice. It was obvious that his change in appearance was
affecting her. The students started to whisper amongst themselves
again as Giles quickly closed books on Occultism, clearing the
table.
"If I would have known this is what our librarian looked
like, I would have come her long ago," one female freshman
whispered to her friends.
"He is H-O-T-T, hot!" another agreed.
"That leather jacket looks so soft. And that chain looped
around the shoulder makes him look daring."
"Did you see the earring?"
"Earring? Really?"
"A gold hoop. In his left ear."
Giles finished his task, then gestured. "All yours. Stay
out of the cage, though."
The teacher flushed when Giles looked at her, and quickly
turned to her students. "L-let’s get started,
class."
10:04 a.m.
Giles sat with his booted feet up on the table, hands clasped
behind his head, eyes closed. He had yet to remove the leather
jacket and replace it with the tweed one he had brought from
home. He was also phenomenally tired, the week of no sleep
catching up to him.
The same teacher returned to his library during second period
with another freshman English class, and several other
teacher’s stopped by during the class with inane excuses,
interrupting his normal routine of researching and writing in his
Watcher diary. The English teacher was to bring two more classes
later that day. *Joy,* he thought sarcastically. After three
years of no students, other than Buffy and her friends, setting
foot in the library, he’d gotten use to the peace and quiet
that normally surrounded him.
He must have dozed off, because the next thing he heard was
the Slayer’s quiet voice next to his ear.
"Giles?"
Giles opened his eyes slowly, the room blurry from sleep. He
blinked several times, then focused on three students who stood
on the opposite side of the table with their mouths agape.
"Giles? Are you ok?" Buffy said quietly. She was
standing by his side, her face a mask of worry.
"Buffy, Willow, Xander, Cordelia," Giles said in
greeting. His voice was husky from being asleep.
"Since when does Giles have such a sexy voice,"
Cordelia whispered to Willow.
"Since when did Giles get so sexy?" Willow
whispered back.
Giles ran a weary hand over his features. "What are you
four doing here?"
"It’s third period, Giles. Our free?" Buffy
answered, clearly befuddled by her Watcher’s un-Giles-like
appearance.
"Ah, yes," Giles said. He didn’t bother to move
because it took too much effort.
"All right, G-man, spill. What’s with the new
look?" Xander said as he flopped into a chair across from
the man.
"Yeah, Giles," Cordelia said. She sat in the chair
next to her boyfriend. "I’ve been hearing rumors all
day about a gorgeous librarian and I thought ‘what happened
to Giles?’"
"Me, too," Willow said as she sat in the third
chair. "Not that I don’t think you’re gorgeous
when you’re dressed normally…wait, that’s not
right."
Xander laughed at his best friend. "’S-ok, Will. We
know what you’re trying to say."
Giles sighed. *Why does the past always come back to haunt
me?* "I was going through a box of my old belongings at four
this morning," he said. "It was time for school to
begin before I was able to change."
"I knew you had a rebellious past, Giles. But I never
knew you had such good taste in clothing," Buffy said.
"Thank you," he responded, drolly. "Why
don’t you four put away the books we used yesterday?
They’re on the cart behind the desk."
Giles closed his eyes to the whining and folded his hands back
behind his head.
Lunch
By lunchtime, the entire school was abuzz about the
‘totally hot’ librarian. Students and teacher’s
alike had stopped by the library at some point during the day to
find the source of the rumors. The females went away with large
grins on their faces.
Giles had took off the leather jacket, but did not bother to
put on his tweed one. With the amount of activity the library
hadn’t seen since the Hellmouth opened, it was decidedly
warm.
He stood behind the counter, hands supporting his weight as he
leaned against it. The Spanish teacher was asking about an
obscure text, making covert glances at his tattoo.
"I’m sorry to be so forward, Mr. Giles," she
said as she leaned forward across the desk. She brushed the
tattoo with her fingers. "This is such an interesting
tattoo. What is it?"
She was the sixth person to ask him in two periods. Giles was
fed up with lying. "It’s the mark of a demon," he
said. "It’s used to channel its power to do anything I
desire." He smiled evilly at her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed and backed up a few steps.
"I…uh…need to go…"
Giles nodded his head a fraction and watched as the Spanish
teacher rushed out the door. His smile turned from evil to
genuine delight. "That should fuel the cannon fodder for a
bit," he said.
Buffy walked into the library and stopped suddenly. She stared
at Giles, then shook her head. "Sorry. I forgot. You’re
not tweed man today."
"Tweed is almost better than kevlar," Giles said as
he walked out from behind the desk. "And with the line of
work we’re in…"
"Got it. Don’t dis the tweed," Buffy said. She
smiled brightly at him. "Feel like venturing out into the
real world for some lunch?"
"With you?"
"Don’t sound so exited," Buffy said with a
pout.
"S-sorry. I didn’t mean that as it came out."
"No biggie. C’mon, grab that yummy leather jacket
and let’s go eat some grease."
"I really don’t think…"
Buffy sighed and marched passed Giles into his office. She
returned a second later with his coat and tossed it to him. Giles
caught it out of reflex and began to put it on as Buffy pushed
him out the library doors.
*****
Giles sat and looked at the young woman sitting across from
him, eating his French fries. *She’s matured so much these
past few years,* he thought as he studied Buffy’s heart
shaped face and blue-green eyes. *It’s the eyes that reflect
how much she’s been through.*
"…and I was thinking that this was definitely a good
change for you. Not that tweed is bad," Buffy continued as
she took a bite of her cheeseburger. She told him she would work
it off on patrol. "But this is so much better. How
‘bout after school we head to the mall and pick you up some
more casual clothes?"
"Buffy, I really don’t think that would be a smart
idea," Giles said.
"Why not?"
"First of all, we need to train. Second, it wouldn’t
be proper. Thirdly, I am quite comfortable in my normal
clothing."
"Liar."
Giles brows shot up at her response. "I b-beg your
pardon?"
"I called you a liar, Giles," Buffy said. "I
can see it in your eyes, the way you walk, the way you hold
yourself. Face it, you like what you have on."
Giles sat in silence, staring at the Slayer. He opened his
mouth to deny her, then snapped it shut when he realized she was
absolutely correct. He loved the feel his old clothing, the
earring hanging from his ear.
"Told you," Buffy said in all seriousness.
"Very well, Buffy. After school, I shall go with you.
We’ll have to stop at my home briefly, however, before we
venture to the mall."
"Why for?" Buffy asked, curious.
Giles started to blush and Buffy quirked an eyebrow. He wished
he had his glasses to clean as a distraction. "I have
to…um…n-never mind."
"Giles. No secrets. We promised each other,
remember?"
"But this is n-none of your concern."
"Giles," Buffy said, threateningly.
"I need to put on a pair of undergarments in order to try
things on," Giles said quickly.
Buffy’s eyes grew huge as her mind caught up with what he
had just said. "You mean…you’re naked under
those jeans?!"
"Speak a little louder, I don’t think Principal
Snyder could hear you," Giles said with a scowl.
"Sorry," Buffy responded. "But you’re naked
under your jeans."
"I heard you the first time."
3:32 p.m.
Giles followed behind Buffy into yet another store. If only he
could get her to channel her shopping instincts into slaying.
"Buffy, don’t you think we’ve shopped
enough?"
"Nope," Buffy said. She smiled brightly at him.
"We still have hours to go."
Giles groaned and let her pull him along. Buffy picked up
several pairs of pants and shirts before pushing him into the
direction of the fitting room.
He had to admit that some of the things she had chosen for him
were very nice. And comfortable. Giles eyed himself in the
mirror, taking in the way the light colored khaki’s rested
on his lean form. The T-shirt he’d paired with the slacks
contrasted nicely.
"Buffy? What about these?" Giles said, exiting the
dressing room. Buffy was seated on a convenient chair, surrounded
by bags, one leg under, the other swinging.
"Ooh! Very nice," Buffy squealed. "Needs
a belt though." Buffy dug through one of the bags and pulled
out a woven, brown leather belt they had bought at a previous
store. She stood and walked up to him.
"Arms up," Buffy instructed. She then began to loop
the belt around his waist.
Giles had read about the bonds formed between Watchers and the
Slayers under their care. As much as he’d admired
Buffy’s strength, courage and resilience, they had yet to
reach that point in their relationship. Until today.
"Buffy, after we finish shopping for clothes, why
don’t go to the theater?" Giles asked, surprising
himself and Buffy.
"You mean, go see a movie?" Buffy asked. She thought
about it a moment while she latched the belt. "Sure.
That’d be fun."
Buffy patted the buckle and stepped back. "Picture
perfect. Wear this to school and the library will become hip
again."
Giles smiled, eyes lighting up in pleasure behind the glasses
he’d retrieved when they stopped by his house.
*****
"Ok. We can see Soldier, Antz, Practical Magick,
Mighty Joe Young, Urban Legends, Rush Hour, There’s
Something About Mary, Pleasantville, Bride of Chucky or John
Carpenter’s Vampires."
Buffy and Giles were standing in front of one of the two
theater’s in Sunnydale. "I think we can safely say we
should avoid the John Carpenter picture," Giles said with a
wry grin.
Buffy chuckled. "Too much reality for you, Giles?"
"I’d like to keep my delusions close at hand,"
Giles said.
Buffy’s chuckle turned into a full blown laugh. "We
can always go see what’s playing at the cheap show."
"The cheap show?"
"They run older movies for half the price," Buffy
explained. "Titanic is still there. I think the other
shows are Ever After, Halloween:H20 and The Avengers."
"Have you seen any of them?"
"When have I had any time?" Buffy said
sarcastically.
"Quite. Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing Titanic.
T-that is, if you’d like to see it," Giles said.
"I think we’re the only two people who haven’t
seen it, Giles." She hooked her arm around Giles’
elbow. "Let’s prove our friends wrong by showing them
we do have a life."
10:30 p.m.
"That was so unfair, Giles," Buffy said, sniffing.
Her nose was running and her eyes were red from crying. "Why
did Jack have to die?"
Giles was choked up over the movie as well. So many
people… "I don’t know, Buffy," he said.
Unconsciously, he reached out and entwined his fingers with hers.
Buffy sniffed again and used her sleeve to wipe her eyes. They
followed the crowd out onto the street. "Patrolling is going
to be so much fun after this."
"Would you like me to accompany you?" Giles asked.
"Really? That would be great!" Buffy said
enthusiastically. The sadness from the movie quickly gone.
"It gets so boring sometimes, being out there alone.
Sometimes I resort to doing homework to stay awake."
"How horrible for you," Giles said sarcastically.
Buffy laughed.
After moving several bags, the two retrieved stakes and holy
water from the trunk of Giles’ car. Giles put extra crosses
into the pockets of his leather jacket, which he was still
wearing, then they proceeded towards the cemetery, a few blocks
away. They made a quick circuit, then sat near fresh graves to
wait.
"Wanna play a game?" Buffy asked from her perch on a
large headstone.
"What type of game?"
"Well, we can’t play Boxers or Briefs cuz
you’re a guy and because I already know you don’t wear
any," Buffy responded with a grin. "Who’d of
thought that my stuffy Watcher went au natural."
"Am I really that stuffy?" Giles asked, ignoring her
comment about his undergarments, or rather, lack thereof.
"In a good way," Buffy said. "Someone needs to
be the responsible one, and you’re him. But you have to know
when to live a little, Giles."
Giles thought about what Buffy said. "Maybe I will."
"Maybe I will what?"
"Live a little, as you put it," Giles said. "I
have a game for you."
"This should be good."
"Very funny."
"Sorry," Buffy said with a contrite grin.
"What’s the game?"
"It’s called Truth or Consequences," Giles
said.
"You mean Truth or Dare?"
"Close, but not quite. In the game you mentioned, you can
choose either option. In my game, you either tell the truth or
take the consequences."
"I think you lost me," Buffy said.
"Ok. Here’s an example. For your answer to this
question, tell me you’d rather take the consequences.
What’s your middle name?"
"I’d rather take the consequences."
Giles walked over to where she was sitting and ruffled her
hair, causing it to stick up all over the place.
"Hey!"
"That was the consequence. Either I ask you to do
something, or I do something to you."
"Cool. My turn!" Buffy said, rubbing her hands
together. She grinned devilishly. "Truth or Consequences.
Did you like the feel of wearing nothing between you and your
jeans?"
Giles started to blush. "Y-yes, I did." *Buck up.
The questions will probably become much more embarrassing.*
"Truth or Consequences, Buffy. Do you like being the
Slayer?"
Giles watched as she sat and thought for a moment. "Yes,
I do. I’ve done it for so long now, it’s a part of who
I am. I wouldn’t give it up for anything."
Giles smiled. He’d hoped that would be her answer.
"Truth or Consequences, Watcher," Buffy said with an
evil grin. "When did you lose your virginity and with
who?"
"Technically, that’s two questions?"
"Are you folding?" Buffy asked gleefully.
"Not at all. I was seventeen. She was older. A friends of
my parents."
"Where?"
"Out in back, in the garden."
"Ooh! A nature lover!" She laughed.
"Truth or Consequences, Slayer," Giles said,
speaking as Buffy did the question before. "If you could do
one thing, without getting caught, what would it be?"
"Shove a very large, flaming stick up Snyder’s ass
and laugh in his face as he screamed," Buffy answered
without missing a beat.
"You’ve thought about this, I take it."
"A lot. Vividly. In full surround-sound."
"Well, if you ever get a chance, let me know. I’d
love to partake in that endeavor," Giles said with a nasty
grin.
Buffy chuckled. "Truth or Consequences. Same
question."
Giles paused. He knew the one thing he had longed to do since
Buffy put the belt around his waist. She had been a intricate
part of his life for three years now, through the highs and lows,
and Giles had been slowly developing feelings for her beyond the
mentor/student relationship.
"Er…c-consequences," he finally answered.
Buffy arched a delicate eyebrow. "Really? Ok.
Um…" Buffy jumped off the headstone and walked up to
him. She reached up and removed his glasses, then went back to
her seat.
"That’s it?" Giles asked, clearly surprised.
"Yup. This time," she said with a small smile.
Time passed quickly for the two in the graveyard. As the game
progressed, their inhibitions waned. Consequences were few and
far between, and the truths that came out brought the two closer
than they had ever been.
"Truth or Consequences," Giles said as they left the
cemetery arm in arm. The vampires had finally risen and Buffy
quickly dusted them. "What’s your favorite
fantasy?"
"Well, let’s see. It involves a certain guy I know,
and respect, and admire, and find incredibly handsome, and witty,
and smart, and…"
"I take it you like this person," Giles interrupted
with a grin.
"I never realized how much until just recently,"
Buffy said. "Anyway, this fantasy in set in the
library."
"Why the library?"
"Hey, it’s my fantasy, I can have it where ever I
want. So hush."
"Sorry."
"As I continue. Little tea light candles are set all
around the library. Vanilla ones. They bathe the library in a
wonderful glow. Soft new age music is playing in the background.
Enya. Shepherd’s Moon. Or maybe The Celts.
There are rose petals on the floor. Pink ones, not red."
"Never red," Giles said.
"I enter the library, stepping into the protective circle
created so as not to be bothered. Did I mention it was Saturday
night? And I had pre-planned and didn’t have to go
home?"
"No, you didn’t." Giles could picture the
library the way Buffy described it. If only… "What are
you wearing?"
"I didn’t expect it, so I was wearing my normal
clothes. As I walk into the library, I am surprised. Thinking
that I had stumbled into something I turn to leave, but a voice
calls out to me. His voice," Buffy continued.
"’Don’t go,’ he says and walks up to me. He
puts a hand on my shoulder, turning me so I face him. Putting a
hand under my chin, he tilts my face up and looks into my eyes.
‘Please,’ he says."
Giles and Buffy were walking very slowly, not wanting to reach
the car too soon. "Go on."
"I look into his beautiful, intelligent eyes and see
desire. I lick my lips. He sees this, then bends down and kisses
me gently. From there, the night is perfect. We make love on a
blanket laid on the floor, away from the possibility of prying
eyes. We laugh and talk, touching each other, not breaking
contact. Eventually, as false dawn lights the sky, he pulls me
into his arms and we drift off into sleep."
They finished the trip in a comfortable silence. Giles
unlocked Buffy’s door and opened it. "I had better get
you home," he said, smiling slightly at her.
"Yeah," Buffy responded. She stepped closer to him,
raised up on her toes, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank
you for a wonderful night."
Giles blushed. "Y-you’re quite welcome, Buffy."
Friday - Two Months Later
Giles was standing on the steps in the library, reading a
passage in one of the many books at his disposal. After promising
Buffy to intersperse his wardrobe with the new clothes they had
bought every once in awhile, he was again dressed in his beloved
tweed. However, he continued to wear the gold hoop earring.
"Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy
birthday dear me! Happy birthday to me!" Buffy sang as she
burst into the library. "Hey Giles! It’s my
birthday!"
"So I heard," he said, wryly. Since the night in the
cemetery, their relationship had blossomed. Sometimes they were
so in tune with one another, they frightened their friends.
Buffy stuck out her tongue at him.
"Very mature," Giles said. "I can almost tell
that you’re 18."
"Funny, Giles. Real funny," Buffy said as she
dropped her bag on the table. "You coming to my party
tonight?"
"Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for anything."
"Good. I’ll save a dance for you," she said.
"Better yet, let’s dance now."
Buffy snatched the book from Giles’ hands, setting it on
the table, then pulled him down the stairs and into her arms. She
led him into an extremely clumsy waltz.
"Buffy, what are you doing?" Giles asked as she
stepped on his foot.
"I’m waltzing, can’t you tell?"
"Here, let me teach you how to do it correctly."
Giles readjusted their arms, putting him in control. "The
steps are simple. Right, left, together. Left, right,
together."
"Right, left, left, right. Got it."
"Begin." Buffy took a step forward with her right
foot as Giles took a step forward with his left. They thudded
into each other.
"I’m guessing that was wrong," Buffy said as
she stepped back.
"No. It was my fault. I had forgotten to inform you to
start right foot back," Giles responded. "Try
again?"
"Let’s boogie."
"Right, left, together. Left, right, together. Right,
left, together. Left, right, together. Right, left…"
The two waltzed around the room. Giles eventually stopped
prompting, and they danced in silence, enjoying each other’s
company.
"And what have we hear?" Principal Snyder’s
voice interrupted the dancers.
Buffy and Giles sprang apart, startled, and turned to Snyder.
"Might I remind you that this is a school. And Ms.
Summers is a student," Snyder said.
"I-I was only instructing her on h-how to waltz,"
Giles stuttered. He hated it when he stuttered.
"It was my fault entirely, Principal Snyder. I asked him
to teach me," Buffy said.
"If I see it again, I’ll have no choice to get rid
of both of you for improper behavior. And I would enjoy every
minute of it. Now, get to class, Ms. Summers."
"Yes, sir," Buffy said. Snyder nodded, then left the
room.
"Impertinent little troll," Giles said fiercely.
"Flaming sticks, Giles. Just remember, flaming
sticks," Buffy responded, picking up her bag.
Giles smiled brightly at the thought.
*****
The party was a success. Giles, Joyce and the Slayerettes were
all in attendance. After the disaster on her last birthday, Giles
was afraid Buffy would sink into depression with the memories.
Instead, she made new ones.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Buffy squealed,
hugging Willow. "This is so great!"
The others laughed at Buffy’s response to her gift.
"You’re welcome, Buffy," Willow said, hugging her
best friend back.
"Ok. What’s next," Buffy said, examining the
packages surrounding her. She picked up a brightly wrapped box
and shook it. "Sounds like clothes. I like clothes."
She pulled off the card and opened it. "To my Slayer.
With love, her Watcher." Buffy grinned up at Giles, ripping
open the paper.
"You’re giving this to me?" Buffy said, looking
at the contents of the present.
"It’s not like I’m ever g-going to need it. And
I know t-that it will be associated with p-pleasant
memories," Giles stammered shyly, thinking of their night in
the cemetery.
Buffy leapt up and threw her arms around him. "Thank you,
Giles. I’d love to be constantly reminded of that day,"
she said softly to him.
Buffy finished opening her gifts, hugging each of her friends
in turn. The music started up again, and everyone began to dance.
Giles stood speaking with Joyce as they watched the teens
dancing.
"I wanted to thank you, Rupert," Joyce said, sipping
her soda.
"For what?"
"For whatever you did to put the spring back into my
daughter’s step. Ever since that night you two patrolled
together, she’s been extremely happy. Her grades have
improved, she sleeps better and she isn’t coming home
injured at all," Joyce replied.
Giles was surprised. He knew that his relationship with Buffy
had improved dramatically, but he hadn’t realized it
capitulated over into the other areas of her life.
"Y-you’re welcome, Joyce."
"Giles! Come dance with me!" Buffy said, grabbing
her Watcher’s arm and dragging him to the dance floor. The
music changed into a waltz as requested and Buffy smiled at him.
Giles took Buffy into his arms and began to dance. The others
watched for a few minutes, then joined in, albeit not as
gracefully as the couple.
When the dance was over, Buffy stood on her toes and kissed
Giles on the cheek. "You are the greatest, handsomest,
smartest, wittiest, most charming man I have ever met," she
whispered. "Don’t ever change."
It took Giles several minutes to realize what Buffy had just
told him. He would have been clueless if not for the ever
strengthening, almost psychic bond between them. He had
researched past Watcher/Slayer relationships and had found that
the more intimate the two are, the more linked they are together.
Near the end of the party, Giles took Buffy aside.
"Buffy, I am going to need you to pull an all nighter
tomorrow. Please arrange it so that you are free."
"Should I rally the troops?" Buffy asked.
"N-no. This is s-something that you and I must do
alone," Giles replied. "Meet me at the library after
your patrols. Around midnight."
"Aye, aye, Captain," Buffy said, saluting. She
grinned infectiously at him.
Saturday - Midnight
Giles stood nervously in his office, checking his watch every
few minutes. He was wearing the new light colored khaki’s,
dark blue T-shirt and brown, woven belt that he had gotten on his
shopping excursion with Buffy. The gold earring was still in his
ear, but he had removed his glasses.
He felt rather than heard Buffy’s approach. Giles flipped
off the office light and pressed play on the stereo.
"Giles! I’m here to do your bid…," Buffy
trailed off upon entering the library. "-ding. Oh my."
Giles watched as Buffy slowly walked further into the room.
She bent down and scooped up a handful of pink rose petals,
letting them fall through her fingers to the floor. She looked
around at the tiny tea candles set up throughout the library, and
at the protective wards around the door and windows.
Giles stepped cautiously out of his office to face
Buffy’s wide, luminous eyes. "Don’t go," he
whispered, halting a few feet from her. "Please."
He could feel the emotions coursing through her body and
watched them play across her features. He held his breath, hoping
that he did not interpret what she had told him wrongly.
Suddenly, it was if a switch had been thrown. Buffy smiled,
her whole face lighting up in joy, and she threw herself into his
embrace.
"I wasn’t certain…" Giles started to say.
Buffy silenced him by pulling his mouth down for a kiss.
The kiss began gently, two unfamiliar lips pressing together.
Soon, it deepened when the emotions that had been bubbling under
their skins came forth.
Giles led Buffy over to the side of the room where a blanket
had been laid on the floor. They went down upon it and were soon
entangled in each other’s arms, skin touching skin.
Giles loved every inch of her body, from the tips of her pink
toenails to the top of her blond head. He caressed and kissed
every inch he could find, wanting this night to be perfect for
Buffy, to erase any bad memories she still held inside her.
When they came together as one, it was though a veil had been
lifted. Their minds instinctively reached out for one another as
their bodies met in the age old rhythm. They could hear each
other’s thoughts, feel each other’s passion as the
pressure built up between them.
Giles and Buffy exploded into orgasm together. Colors beyond
imagination flew behind closed eyes. As their satiated bodies
came down slowly, Giles pulled Buffy into his arms, and ran one
hand up and down her back, not wanting to break contact for
anything.
"Giles," he heard Buffy say quietly.
"Hmm?"
< Can you hear me? >
< Yes. >
< Do you feel what I’m feeling in your mind? >
< Yes. >
< I feel you, too. >
< Then you know how much I’ve come to love you. >
< Yes. > "Yes." Buffy said aloud. "I had
hoped that you would love me as much as I had fallen for
you."
Giles kissed her forehead gently. "You do realize that
I’m twenty years older than you?"
"I dated a guy two hundred and twenty years older
than me."
"True. However, we shall have to keep this to ourselves
until after you have graduated from high school," Giles
said.
"I am 18, Giles. I can do this if I want," Buffy
responded.
"Yes, but we don’t want to give that pillock any
reason to expel you."
"Hmm. You have a point." Buffy sent a picture of
Principal Snyder hopping around with a flaming stick up is ass to
Giles. He burst out laughing, then added a picture of himself
shooting at the principal’s feet.
Buffy giggled in his arms and snuggled closer. < Giles,
Truth or Consequences. If you could do one thing, without getting
caught, what would it be? >
"Why don’t I demonstrate," Giles said. And he
proceeded to do just that.
