summer_of_giles | FIC Momentous Buffy/Giles, NC-17

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FIC Momentous Buffy/Giles, NC-17

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Momentous
by

drsquidlove
drsquidlove @ livejournal

Archive... Actually, I have no idea where this belongs. I'm still finding my way around Buffy fandom. If there's anywhere it should be, please do, as long as the header is intact on the story. And let me know, so I can come read the rest of the archive.

Buffy/Giles.

Summary: Buffy just wanted to turn the world upside down.

My first finished hetfic in... omg, eight years? Generally, I do G/X, but they're all in progress, so here's Buffy/Giles. S5, all of age, but still kinda ooky. I hope. A bit of angst, a bit of PWP.

Rated NC-17.

Wordcount: 1700

I love all kinds of feedback, kind or critical, here or e-mail.

Buffy and Giles are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

Thank you so much to

mmmchelle, who figured out what I was trying to do, and made it do that.

This should be momentous, Buffy thought. This should be one of those things where even people who'd seen the end of the world shook their heads and said 'nothing is ever going to be the same,' but the only thing shaking was the bed. Buffy stared up at the ceiling and tightened her arms around Giles' neck, clutching his shirt, hitching her legs higher around his waist.

She soaked up the feel of it, the way her whole body jarred from toes to teeth with every thrust. She reached up to grasp for a rail on the headboard, something to ground her, something to brace against. Her skirt was cutting in where he'd pushed it up to bunch around her hips, and her blouse was damp with sweat, twisted and clinging, and Giles was heavy, hard, strong, one hand curled under her ass to lift her hips for a better angle, to pound deeper, his breath harsh against her ear.

It was hot and hard and raw, it was fucking, but it wasn't momentous. Willow, Xander, Dawn, would never know, and Giles wouldn't let it come between them. Giles was fucking her, in her bedroom, and it wouldn't change anything.

She had to sell her mother's house. She curled up tighter into his chest as she realised it all over again, pushing her face into the straining muscles of his neck. He'd been so good to her. Fatherly, except maybe not right now. But he'd always seemed to know what she needed, when she needed advice, when she needed help with the papers, when she needed his hand to twist so tight in her hair that it pulled the need right up her spine. He was her steady sure Giles, while she lost her mother, and her home.

Buffy choked on a whimper and Giles' answering groan surprised her. He was getting off on this as much as she was.

She let go of his neck, slid her hand over his collar and down the smooth cotton on his shifting back, past the loose shirt tail to the narrow band of bare soft skin above his pants. He grunted and thrust harder, pushing inside her, ass clenching over and over in her hand. He liked it. Giles was getting off on her touch.

His weight was crushing her breasts, his hair chafing inside her thighs, and his cock was stretching and burning her, everything just a little too dry for this much, this long. The waistband of his pants cut across his ass; she found his belt and closed her fist around it, pulling as he pushed.

It started in the kitchen. Figuring out how she was going to tell Dawn. And then it was memories: pancakes on Sunday morning, her mum twirling and twirling in that red halter dress, Dawn crying on the stairs when Xander took Anya to the prom, jumping on mom's bed at Christmas.

They wound up through the house into here, Buffy's bedroom. She hadn't thought anything of it, until in the midst of mom's post-runaway hovering she turned and saw him, awkward in the doorway, embarrassed to cross the threshold.

In that moment she'd wanted to turn the world upside down, nothing more coherent than that, and she'd make herself motives in the morning but right now she knew she'd only wanted to turn the world upside down.

She'd held his gaze as she walked to him, and put her hand on his chest. His eyes narrowed, curious behind his glasses, but he'd had no idea what she was doing, even as her hand slid down over button, button, button, to the clasp of his belt and that's when his eyes went wide. That was his only reaction as she undid him, opened the belt, the button, slid down the zip.

She broke his gaze, then, to see her Watcher's cock for the first time, hanging thick in greying curls, growing fast as she touched him. She couldn't believe he was letting it happen. Getting hard just like any man would, whether he was a centuries-old vampire or a tough-guy soldier or a middle-aged librarian. Soon the red tip of him was poking out the front of his shirt, and she could hear him breathing. She slid her whole hand inside his pants and she heard him then, a gasp that came right up from the jerk of his hips. That was when she wanted him.

Out the corners of her eyes she saw his hands go to the door frame. They could have gone to her wrist, or her shoulders, to shove her away, but they didn't. They stayed, knuckles paling as her fingers slipped up to the head and back down inside the tight heat of his briefs. She felt, more than saw, the way his head tipped back, mouth opening in a wide 'O'.

She wanted to turn the world upside down. She let go of him to start inching up her skirt. It was only a short one, but it hadn't even reached the tops of her thighs when his hands clamped on hers and instead of stopping it he was walking her backwards to the bed, lying her back, her underwear pulled down and off in one swift move and his glasses were gone and his tongue was inside her.

It turned out Giles knew things that Riley didn't and Parker really didn't and she'd never had a chance to learn if Angel did, but Giles knew, licked her and sucked her and did things with his fingers, outside and inside. Heat slid through her like a knife and she cried out and he seized on it, more of whatever he'd, god, sharp and sweet and he wouldn't let it stop, clamping down as she squirmed and whimpered and cried aloud in the empty house.

Too much, finally, too sensitive, and she'd pushed him away. He stopped for as long as it took to slide his body up hers, his cock sliding straight up inside her, effortlessly stretching her wide open.

And now here they were on her bed, rutting like strangers, a lump under her back that she was pretty sure was Mr Moo. She had no idea why he was doing this. Her Giles, rational Giles, wouldn't do this without thinking about it way more than she had; she didn't know when he could have figured it out but he had to know why they were fucking in her bed, still in their clothes. She wondered if he thought this was momentous.

Buffy squirmed to untangle the hair caught between their necks; Giles shifted the weight on his elbow so his hand moved down her sleeve to her bare elbow and she realised her underwear was still wound in his fingers, like he didn't want to let them go. She caught his hand and squeezed it around the fabric, and he groaned in her ear and went faster, pounding her harder, like he knew she wouldn't break.

The hand lifting her ass let her down, slid along her thigh to push her knee, urging her legs as wide as her skirt allowed, so he went faster, deeper still, more than she'd felt in ever. Giles' weight, Giles' desire, Giles' cock, but it wasn't going to change anything.

Tomorrow her mother would still be dead, and the house would still be headed for sale, and Giles would still be taking care of her. He would be smoothing this all over like it never happened.

His squeezed her foot, guiding it up to the pillow above her head, so she felt contorted, exposed. His thumb traced her arch; she was barefoot, but he'd come to see her in shoes and he was probably still wearing them, still in his shoes, his socks, his neatly-pressed pants and his shirt buttoned up to his throat.

She wondered what would happen if she spoke. Just to ask him to let her turn around, so she could brace against the bed and he could come in from behind and she could meet him thrust for thrust. Or to ask him to tie her up. Or bite her. To do something wild or twisted or shocking, something that felt shocking. She wanted Giles to make her blush. Did Giles blush?

She wanted to know. She braced against his shoulder and pushed him up to see his face.

He was afraid. Still thrusting but with fear stark in his green eyes, and it was the last thing she meant to do. She had to fix it.

She kissed him. Dragged his head down by the hair and pressed her lips hard, not surprised when he took over there, too, slipping his Buffy-flavoured tongue inside her and letting her taste it, and now he wasn't pounding her anymore, just twisting and grinding like he could squeeze more inside her, tangling his hand in her hair, the hand with the little pink panties. A keening sound escaped him into her mouth, air sucked between his teeth as his hips jerked, coming inside her, spilling - god, actually coming inside her, neither of them had thought of condoms - and something primal in her mind thrilled at it, Giles' seed inside her, his life, potential for life, and that was momentous, and now she came from somewhere deeper, every muscle clenching and shaking around him, this was Giles, clutching her to his chest, with her as she rode out the shudders, pressing kisses to the top of her head.

He kept shifting against her, bringing aftershocks as she calmed, nuzzling her cheek, her ear, her neck. Never slipping back far enough that she'd see his face again. She felt him slip out, soft and small, leaving her wet and sticky and empty, and at last he rolled off to lie beside her. Staring up at the same white laced ceiling lamp, breathing hard. Now what?

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Oh, wow. That was outstanding. Bleak and powerful and hot all at once. Just wonderful.

Thank you!

I have a serious kink for depressing sex. :-D

Good lord, that was fantastic.

Whee, thank you, A!

I'm practically in tears after reading that. It was so sad, yet at the same time... it felt real. And yes, hot, but that goes without saying.

ladyforash, thank you. Yeah, I like the dysfunctional sex, always more real than that lovey-dovey stuff. ^_^

In the words of Giles: Oh, dear lord.

Very hot, very sensual, very real. Perfect ending. Awesome.

Thanks!

I love a Gilesy 'Oh, dear lord.'

I like the ending 'cos I can't imagine what could possibly come next.

Ouch. Heartbreaking and hot, which is an amazing combo to achieve. Utterly lovely, thank you! :)

I'm twisted: I think sex is hotter when it's heartbreaking. That little extra kick of desperation. Thanks for the note!

OMG. Hawt het!

Play of words so descriptive. Two of my faves:

Button. Button. Button.

and

Buffy-flavoured tongue

But I'm confused. You've used the Brit (also Canadian) spelling for flavoured, but is momentus supposed to be a noun? And that's why it's missing the u?

Anyway, I must be off to bed (or else off my mind).
Thank you and hugs,
H.

lol. Yeah, I'm just remembering that het can be hot. In fact, I've been doing slash so long, that now I find het kind of kinky and naughty.

Thanks for the specifics - I was pleased with the button-button-button part. :-)

Ah, the title. It's been oh-so-subtly switched to Momentous. Which looks wrong in my brain. But I live 60% in Australia, 40% in the US, and it's completely screwed up my spelling. Compounded by the fact that I'm travelling right now, and don't have spellcheck on my laptop. So truly, it's just me being crap. In the title, of all things.

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helenkacan.livejournal.com - 2007-06-04 18:21 (UTC) - Expand

well, this idea crossed my mind before...and well i could not have written it but you have and done so very well.

well...

Thank you.

And if I've inspired you at all, then please poke me when you do. I'd love to read your version.

That was incredible. You did an amazing job. Thanks!

Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked it.

Oh, ouch. Wonderfully hurty and hot.

Thanks very much!

Oh my God, that was amazing. I hope hope hope you will writ a continuation.

Couldn't possibly continue it, 'cos I have no idea what would happen next.

I really, really wanted to write a mirror, because I had good ideas for what was in Giles' mind, but I tried, and it sucked. A lot. So this puppy will have to stand alone.

Thanks for the reply!

This lj user is dead from guh.

*ded*

*tries coherent words*

*fails*

Wow.

Sofy!

~revives Sofy~

Thank you!

Jesus Christ. That's fantastic.

w00t! Why thank you ma'am!

Very nicely done! I like the way you back-extrapolate her actions of season 6: that she may turn to sex to try to forget the things going wrong in her life.

Yeah - it's part of what makes her character interesting. And it was interesting with Spike, but it would be waaaaay more interesting with Giles.

Thanks!

Wow. Just... wow. Amazing.

Thank you!

wow. i'm sorry, i'm overusing that phrase, but this is AWESOME!! Stunning. It's just .... it makes me want to swear and curl up in a ball and dance and sorta cry a little bit all at the same time. I love how buffy's thoughts go from being in the moment to out of it, back and forth in a pendulum that catches the reader up (and wow, the sex was wonderfully hot!) and at the same time there's this underlying dread of losing her mother that never goes away. The second to last paragraph is fantastic, period. And really, now what?? You leave us on the knife edge of knowing and not knowing.

Wow - thank you, Katekat! I'd like to see you do all that. lol.

I'm really glad the swinging back and forth worked - I had a lot of trouble trying to make it do that instead of simply wander off and away.

Yeah. I'd love to know what came next. Sadly, I can't imagine. I do have a really, really good idea of what was going on in Giles' head, but I couldn't write it.

And thank you for summer_of_giles. It's killing me that I'm barely online these two months. Guess I'll have my own personal Giles party in the Autumn.

Wow. This is just amazing. I love how stark it is. It's sex w/o feeling and we don't see a lot of this in fanfic, but it really captures the tone of season five.

Thank you so much for participating.

Wow.

~e!

Thank you!

I always find sex most interesting when it's a little dysfunctional, especially Buffy/Giles. And Buffy always did bleak so very well.

Thank you so, so much for summer_of_giles. It's a glorious idea.

Oh my. Sexy and sad all at the same time.

Thank you very much!

It was hot and hard and raw, it was fucking, but it wasn't momentous.

Really liked the physical intensity, and how it highlighted the sense of emotional emptiness.

Fatherly, except maybe not right now.

That's the dynamic between them that makes it interesting to see how they could get to this point.

and something primal in her mind thrilled at it, Giles' seed inside her, his life, potential for life, and that was momentous,

Very nice.

I liked the angsty sex and how Buffy is completely clueless about where to go from there. And Giles clutching the pink panties. :)

Kimberlite! Yay!

I really, really like Buffy/Giles when it's seedy. Makes it like naughty slash. :-)

lol - see how I used the word 'panties'? (Eeek!) That was big for me. Really hard core and dirty. Especially in the whole seedy 'fucking in Buffy's bed' deal.

I'm clueless about what would come next. I know what Giles was thinking, but next... I can't imagine. Better go write G/X instead. :-)

Thanks, K!

I forgot to leave feedback on this at the time, but this was great. A rather different take on Giles/Buffy, and I agree with everyone who said that sex is hotter when it's melancholy like this (and just a little dirty, too). Thank you!

My delay in responding is waaaay bigger than yours. :-) (I've been (mostly) offline for months.)

But thank you! Yeah, I love dysfunctional and dirty. Glad you do too. :-D

Dr S.

Wow. This is so simultaneously hot and hurty. I was especially stunned by:

as she undid him

because, wow, so much more than undressing going on in that line, but you just subtly slip it in there, you don't sledgehammer it. Excellent.

Hah, I love it when characters are 'undone', so squee for your liking that line.

Thanks for the note!

8^-

I loved this. It was a little bleak, a little painful, but completely gorgeous (and hot! Don't forget the hot!) Absolutely wonderful job.

Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

Dr S.

Read this last night, in the middle of the night, and it cured my insomnia. Hot and wonderful! I love your silent Giles and over-thinking Buffy.

Thank you!

w00t, it's awesome to hear back about older fic, out of the blue. Thanks!

S.

Ooh, that was hot! I liked the hardness (no pun intended) of it and the underlying sadness that came through.

Although, there was one line that made me laugh out loud, whether it was meant to be funny or not:
Fatherly, except maybe not right now.

Thanks, polly!

Heh, I'm so glad I got the hardness/sadness mix right.

That line has the level of wrong that kind of demands a laugh. I hope.

S.

You know...I don't like fanfic. But I'm a big fan of your Giles/Xander series.

And I don't ship Buffy/Giles at all. But I still really enjoyed this. :D

Heh. I know there are people who aren't into particular pairings, who try them out, but I didn't know there were people who didn't like fanfic, who dipped in. I am thoroughly flattered.

And double-thank you, for giving the Giles/Buffy a whirl. It's a pairing that I really like, but I want something very specific - the grittiness and wrongness, I guess - which I rarely find, so I don't read it often.

Thank you, kungfucarrie, for giving it a go!

S.

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kungfucarrie.livejournal.com - 2009-07-28 00:49 (UTC) - Expand

Yumm! Loved this!

w00t! Nothing like surprise feedback on an old fic.

Thank you, shadowglove!

S.

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