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Fic: Hog Heaven (B/G) FRAO
Title: Hog Heaven
Written: Started Fall 2004 finished July 10, 2006
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Rating: FRAO
Spoilers: None
Summary: Really, does PWP need a summary?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss, ME, Fox etc. Feedback: Constructive criticism craved.
Length: Approx. 4,000 words.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sadbyhl for the beta.
Author’s Note: This story follows the events of two of my earlier stories, Baby Can I Drive Your Car and 'Tis Better to Give Than Receive, which can be found HERE. The events of this story take place the day after 'Tis Better to Give Than Receive.
This story has been sitting for almost 2 years. Many thanks tokatekat1010 for creating this community and giving me a reason to kick my muse into gear to finish it.
Author’s Note: Everyone should wear a helmet when they ride motorcycles.
Rupert Giles awoke to the decided feeling that he was being watched. A fact confirmed by the hazel eyes intently staring at him.
Buffy lay draped half on his chest, her bare breasts warm against him. The majority of his brain suggested that he find the quickest way to return to sleep, as the previous night had been an exercise in stamina. The smaller part of his brain that was slightly more alert worried at the gleam in her eyes.
“You’re awake.”
“Barely,” he acknowledged. “What time is it?”
She named a time, and he inwardly cursed Slayer recuperative powers. While they were more than useful in the fight against evil, they were inconvenient when he wanted to lie abed.
She inched forward and brushed her lips across his. “Good morning,” she murmured huskily against his mouth.
The day that a kiss from Buffy failed to catapult him into a good mood would be the day they put him in the ground. “Good morning, darling.” He returned her kiss. “Now, can we go back to sleep and say ‘good afternoon’ in a few hours?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I want to play with my present.”
Confusion reigned in his sleep-addled mind. “I believe we ran out of the whipped cream somewhere around two a.m.”
“Not the whipped cream, I think I’m off sugar for a week after that.” She dangled the keychain he had presented her in front of his eyes. “I wanna play with this present.”
Realization dawned – the motorcycle. ”Buffy, I must confess that I am up to neither steering us around on the bike, nor, ahem, performing, at this given moment.”
“But I want to ride,” she pouted. “I want to feel the wind in my hair. I want to bask in the sun. I want to press up against you and hold on tight.” She met his eyes. “We don’t have to do anything, Giles. It’s not always about the sex.” Her gaze grew troubled. “You do know that, right? This isn’t just sex. I’m not going to walk out the door if you don’t come up with some new and exciting way or place to make love to me. I love you.”
Giles’ heart lurched at the naked vulnerability on her face. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. “I know all of that, but I won’t lie. Hearing you say it out loud makes me incredibly happy. This isn’t just about sex for me, either. I love you more than I thought possible. And the fact that you love me in return – well, it defies any expectations or hopes I ever had.”
Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled her head down for a long, lingering kiss. Pulling back a little, he continued. “However, the first time we take the bike out, I want it to be special. And I want to feel in control of my reflexes, such that we don’t take any chances. You wore me out last night, Buffy,” he admitted ruefully.
“I think there was mutual wearing. I never thought I would say this, but I couldn’t begin to go another round right now. It was definitely the best. Birthday. Ever.”
“Can I get that on record?” Giles teased. “It wasn’t even your birthday.”
“That’s why it was wonderful. Buffy birthdays are generally pretty sucky. You, though, Mr. Giles, know how to throw a birthday.”
“Indeed,” he chuckled. “I think your gift had something to do with that. I’ve never been gifted with such an enthusiastic demonstration before.”
Buffy blushed. Kissing Giles once more, she started to get out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Well, I really should stop by home. Plus, there’s a Pilates class in an hour that Willow, Tara, and I try to catch.” Buttoning her shirt, she flashed a naughty grin. “You seem to be in favor of my flexibility.”
“Amen to that.” Giles pulled the covers up and settled into his pillow as a sleepy sigh escaped him.
“Plus, you need to get some more sleep, which won’t happen with restless me lying there. So, why don’t I meet you at the Magic Box this afternoon and maybe then we can go for a ride?” she pleaded.
“Absolutely,” he promised. “Why don’t you plan on wearing some of your leather pants, and bring a jacket. While I have no intention of putting the bike down, there’s no reason not to be prepared.”
“That’s my Watcher, always prepared.”
“Yes, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I love you in leather,” Giles teased.
“That goes without saying,” she shot back. “I’ll see you at three?”
Burrowing back into the covers Giles nodded as he wrapped himself around her pillow, her scent filling his nose. “We can ride up the coast and catch dinner along the way.”
“It’s a date.” When Buffy reached the door to the loft, she turned and looked at Giles, almost already back asleep. “I love you,” she whispered.
Her Slayer-hearing caught his mumbled “I love you, too” on her way down the stairs.
Several hours later, Giles awoke, refreshed and ready to face the day. He again considered how grateful he was that Anya preferred him to be at the shop less. She rarely questioned why he didn’t show up sometimes until after noon.
His shower and shave out of the way, Giles stood in his closet, contemplating his attire for the day. He knew Buffy would want to leave right from the shop and probably wouldn’t agree to stop by the flat to let him change clothes. With a feeling of trepidation, he pulled out his newest acquisitions, a pair of leather pants and a jacket. Girding his loins, so to speak, against the teasing he knew would ensue, he began to get dressed. He paired the pants with a dark blue shirt. Black boots, a cherished possession tucked away for far too long, completed the outfit.
Giving a last glance in the mirror, he shook his head ruefully. There was simply no hiding the large red mark on his neck. Buffy had returned to the scene of the crime numerous times throughout their lovemaking last night. Each time, she had growled, ‘mine’ delightfully when he pointed out the visibility of the mark. Well, if nothing else, he could blame an encounter with a R’klar demon. Their tentacles were equipped with powerful suction cups.
When he arrived at the Magic Box, he groaned inwardly. Everyone, it appeared, had the afternoon off. The lot of them, minus Buffy, were assembled at the research table. With a last reminder that he could handle the teasing, he pushed open the door.
En masse they turned to see who it was, and stopped entirely as they took in his appearance. Deciding to go with an ‘act like nothing is out of the ordinary approach’ Giles bade them his customary good afternoon. The open admiration on Willow’s and Anya’s faces made him feel marginally better. Tara wore her usual serene smile.
Xander, of course, was the first to regain his voice. “Hey, G-man, what’s with the new threads? Is this another wacky marketing scheme?”
“Much better than that ridiculous sorcerer’s hat.” Anya looked thoughtful. “We could probably sell an abundance of items to women if you would dress like that everyday.”
Grinning a little self-consciously, Giles moved toward the table, as Xander continued his interrogation.
“Well, then why are you wearing leather pants? I haven’t seen anyone do that since. . .” he trailed off and focused on the mark on Giles’ neck. “Angel,” he yelled and pointed. While everyone else looked around to see if Angel really had walked in, Xander was busy scrambling out of his seat, trying to back away. Unfortunately, his leg caught the edge of the chair and both went crashing to the ground. “Vampire,” he yelled, pointing at Giles. “Leather pants. Mark on neck. Vampire! Get a stake. Get a cross.”
“Get a grip,” Willow scolded.
“Yes, Xander. You’ve caught on,” Giles said dryly. “I am a vampire - a creature of the night. Let us ignore the fact that I just drove up in broad daylight.”
Tara laughed, and Anya rolled her eyes while she went to help Xander up. The bell over the door signaled a new arrival, and Giles turned to see Buffy enter the shop.
“Buffy,” Xander exclaimed. “Giles has been attacked. He’s got a mark. And he’s wearing leather. He could be a vampire.”
“Shut up about the vampire,” Anya hissed in his ear.
Buffy appreciatively took in Giles’ outfit, a look of smug ownership on her face. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to break the news on their relationship, she assumed a serious expression. “You’re right, Xander, Giles was attacked last night.”
“I knew it,” he crowed in triumph to Anya.
“I was?” Giles questioned. “Oh, I mean I was.”
“It was a small demon,” Buffy offered as she crossed the room to Giles’ side.
“Petite, one might say,” he grinned.
“But she, I mean, it, was determined.” Buffy felt the grin on her face was going to give her away at any second. “She seemed very intent on having her wicked way with you, Giles.”
“What did you do?” Willow asked, caught up in the story.
Giles’ eyes asked Buffy a question, waiting for her assent before he answered. At her slight nod, he put his arm around Buffy’s waist. “I let her seduce me.”
“All night long,” Buffy added wrapping both arms around his waist in return.
Everyone stood in complete silence for several long moments. “You had sex with each other.” Willow’s response was more statement than question.
“And let Buffy leave a big ole hickey on your neck,” Xander exclaimed.
“Yep,” Buffy acknowledged, waiting for the looks of shock and shouts of surprise.
Anya turned to Tara, a look of disgust on her face. “You win.”
“Damn!” Xander plopped back in his chair. “Two more days and the pot would have been mine.”
“Way to go sweetie!” Willow grinned excitedly. “At least one of us won.”
Giles and Buffy stood with matching stunned expression on their faces. “Wait just a minute,” Giles began. “You knew?”
“That you were orgasm buddies?” Anya asked. “We knew.”
“But, how? When? You guys are okay with it?” Buffy was almost petulant. She had really been looking forward to shocking everyone with their secret.
“For starters,” Anya ticked off on her finger, “there had to be a reason Giles wasn’t obsessively arriving at the shop first thing in the morning, regardless of whether I was scheduled to open or not. Not that I mind,” she added hastily.
“Second, you both have been wearing huge grins for the last two months,” Willow continued.
Tara added her observation, “You’ve been giving each other secret little looks when you think no one is looking,”
“Buffy has never been so excited to train in her life,” Xander laughed. “And while your training in the past was loud, I don’t remember any ‘Oh god, Giles, do it harder,’ from high school. Or, I’ve repressed it if I did.”
“And Buffy left her underwear behind the file cabinet in your office the last time you had a ‘Watcher-Slayer’ strategy conference.” Anya looked slightly aggrieved. “I hope I don’t have to tell you that undergarments strewn about aren’t a good business practice.”
“If you knew, why didn’t you say anything?” Buffy asked.
“And miss watching all of the fun?” Willow shook her head. “No way. Watching you two try to keep a secret has been the highlight of the summer.”
Xander grinned. “Although now we can just tell you to get a room, like we’ve wanted to a hundred times.”
“It seems our secret is out, dear.” Giles couldn’t decide whether to be pleased or upset at their transparency.
“Good, now we don’t have to sneak into the back to do this.” Buffy reached up and pulled Giles’ head down for a kiss. Tara ‘awwed,’ while Xander muttered, “get a room.”
“As our relationship is now public knowledge, we don’t have to come up with excuses any longer.” Giles turned to Anya. “I’m taking Buffy for a motorcycle ride. Lock up the shop without me. I may,” he shot Buffy a devilish look, “or may not be in tomorrow.”
“Let’s say not to be on the safe side,” Buffy giggled.
“Have a good afternoon,” he called as they swept out the door.
Buffy had paused to admire Giles’ new motorcycle before entering the shop, but now, with their arms around each other, they stood, taking in the vision in chrome before them.
“You buy me the best presents,” she sighed contentedly.
“I do, don’t I?” He asked, then yelped when she pinched him in response.
Bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, Buffy eagerly pulled at Giles’ hand. “Okay, enough staring, I wanna get on this bad boy.”
Giles made a show of looking up and down the street. “Right here? In public? I thought you wanted to ride the motorcycle.”
A slap to the butt propelled him along. “Ha ha. Keep it up and there will be no riding later.”
“Duly noted.” He got on the motorcycle and started it, revving the engine a bit more than was strictly necessary. Once settled, he held out his hand to Buffy and helped her get situated behind him. He briefly explained the concept of riding a motorcycle, and encouraged her to lean with him, but not too much, in the turns. After he was certain she understood, he told her to hold on, let out the clutch, and pulled out.
Buffy had never ridden on a motorcycle before, and for the first several minutes, she simply enjoyed the ride. It was a perfect day; the sun was shining without a cloud in the sky. Her hair blew behind her in the breeze as she took in all of the sights along the streets of Sunnydale that she generally missed riding in a car.
Once they were out of town and on the coastal highway, Buffy decided then and there that life could not get any better. The warmth of the sun was tempered by the wind around them, and the sharp smell of salt from the ocean filled the air. Giles’ back was broad and firm, and for long miles Buffy enjoyed nothing more than resting her head on it and wrapping her arms firmly around his waist, content just to be.
As the sun set, they pulled into a small restaurant. Buffy was glad to get off the motorcycle; Slayer flexibility or not, her thigh muscles needed a break. Shrugging out of her jacket, she slung it over one shoulder, the slight pause in her step giving her time to check out Giles’ ass as he walked toward the restaurant.
She whistled a low wolf-whistle. “You shouldn’t have worn those pants. Now I’m going to demand you wear leather all the time.”
Giles let her catch up and slid his arm around her waist. “Yes, I’d like nothing more than to walk about looking like an aging rock star who doesn’t have the sense to know he’s past it.”
“You’re far from past it. I think I can attest to that,” Buffy said as they entered the restaurant. Giles only grinned as the hostess led them to a secluded table in the corner.
Dinner passed leisurely. By unspoken agreement, they didn’t discuss work, and Buffy enjoyed the feeling that they were on a normal date, with random dinner conversation that included everything but whether the demon last night had two or three horns and teal or aqua skin.
When dessert arrived, a chocolate confection covered in a mountain of whipped cream, Buffy couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m not sure I can eat any more whipped cream after last night.”
“Oh, no?” Giles dipped his spoon in, licking the cream off in a series of short strokes. “I find I have a taste for it again.”
Two could play at that game. “Maybe I spoke too soon,” Buffy said, running her finger through the dessert before slowly sucking into her mouth, pulling it out, clean and glistening, even slower.
They ate the rest of it, a study in seduction, each trying to outdo the other. When Giles groaned, a low husky sound soft enough for Buffy’s ears alone, she felt things low in her stomach clench and couldn’t stop the squirm in her seat. “Check, we need the check,” she announced breathlessly.
Giles paid, and the two left the restaurant quickly. As soon as they were outside, Buffy took a quick look around the fairly deserted parking lot before turning to Giles and launching herself at him.
He caught her, hungry to kiss the sweetness from her lips. One hand fisted in her hair, the other holding onto her ass for support as she wrapped her legs around his waist, Giles kissed and stroked every inch of her mouth, sucking her tongue in until she gave a needy moan and ground down against him.
“Home,” she whispered in his ear after biting along his jaw. “We need to go home now.”
Giles started for the motorcycle at the urgency in her voice, a part of him despairing at exactly how far they had to travel to get home. “You’re going to need to get down, luv.” A shimmy of her hips tore a harsh groan from him. “Or, if you do that again, I’m going to take you right here.”
Whatever her answer would have been was interrupted by a party of people leaving the restaurant. Reluctantly, Buffy slid down his body until her feet were, somewhat unsteadily, on the ground. “As enticing as that sounds, I’m not sure I want to put on a show for anyone else.”
“We’ll work on your exhibitionist streak later,” Giles grinned, getting on the motorcycle and starting it. Buffy shook her head, secretly delighted at the uninhibited side Giles showed when it was just the two of them, and climbed on behind him.
This time, however, the ride home wasn’t the same soothing ride it had been on the way up the coast. Given her level of arousal, Buffy could feel every vibration as they echoed against her clit. She paid no attention to the darkened landscape as they flew down the highway, her focus solely on the building pressure in her body. Her nipples were so hard, she wouldn’t be surprised if Giles could feel them against his back, even through the heavy leather of their jackets.
Resting her head against his back, she pushed forward, her breasts aching for relief as she unconsciously started to rock her hips back and forth, pushing against the vibrating seat and Giles’ ass. Her hands were tight around his waist, slipping underneath his jacket to find the warmth of him. As eager as she was to get home, Buffy didn’t think she could make it the whole ride without orgasming, and really, it’s not like it was her fault that she was excited, and the motorcycle only made it worse.
For his part, Giles was in agony. He could tell exactly what Buffy was doing behind him and it made his cock harden until it pushed tightly against the zipper of his pants. He could tell, as Buffy’s rocking grew faster, that she was going to come behind him, leaving him nothing but his mental image of her face as she climaxed. He simply wasn’t going to last for the two hours home in this state.
Up ahead, he saw a turnoff for a seaside lookout. Pulling over, he had the motorcycle turned off and the kickstand down before Buffy knew what was happening.
“Why are we …?” Her question was swallowed as he turned and kissed her furiously, delving his tongue into her mouth when she gasped in surprise. Her tongue warred hotly against his as he shifted around uncomfortably. Finally, he broke the kiss, standing up and pulling Buffy off of the bike.
“If you think I can wait two bloody hours to get home while you’re getting yourself off behind me, you’ve gone mad,” he gritted out, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his erection to show her just how serious he was.
“Did you want me to do something about this for you?” she teased, moving her hand up to pop the button and lower his zipper.
“Yes.” He spun her around, unwilling to waste any time on preliminaries given his sudden urgency and the thought that other motorists could decide at any moment it was a lovely night to look at the ocean. “Take off your jacket and put your hands on the seat,” he ordered.
When Buffy complied without question, he couldn’t help a smile at the sight of her leather clad ass just waiting for him. Quickly, he moved his hands around and undid her trousers, pushing them and her thong down around her knees.
While he pushed his own trousers down far enough to free his cock, he used his other hand to plunge two fingers inside of her. As he expected, she was already dripping from her earlier excitement on the drive. “Did you want me to do something about this?” he teased back at her when Buffy mewled and thrust her hips to get his fingers deeper.
“Fuck me,” she groaned, already imagining the feel of his cock plowing into her.
Happy to oblige, Giles stepped up behind her and thrust in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside her. For a moment, both of them held perfectly still, memorizing the feeling of the other. Then, Buffy dropped forward until her elbows braced on the seat, giving Giles a deeper channel to plunge in to.
It wasn’t going to take long, Giles realized as he started to thrust. Because Buffy’s trousers prevented her from spreading her legs very far apart, it created a friction that made his eyes roll back. He fucked her harder, balls slapping against her with the force of his pumping. Her whispered moans of so good were music to his ears as she rested her head on the seat as well, her hair a cascade over the side of the motorcycle.
When he felt the first sparks start along his spine, Giles leaned over her, moving one hand under her shirt to delve into her bra, finding and rolling a hardened nipple, while the other moved to her clit, rubbing in time with his strokes. “Come for me, Buffy,” he urged as the electricity flowed into his balls, tightening them. “Scream for me.”
Pushing back against him and arching her back, Buffy did just that. The tight clenching of her pussy around his cock triggered Giles’ own orgasm. Every muscle locked and his world diminished to the feel of Buffy around him and the flashes of lightning behind his eyes.
When the spasms subsided, Giles rested his forehead against Buffy’s back for a moment, regaining his equilibrium before straightening up and slipping out of her. In his jacket pocket he found a clean handkerchief and handed it to her to clean up.
“I love you, Giles.” She took the offered cloth and managed to get most of their combined juices off of her. “You’re perfect.”
“I love you, too. But what’s brought that on? Should I alert the presses?” He took the cloth back from her and managed to clean himself enough to the point where he could refasten his trousers without grimacing.
“You fuck me into oblivion by the side of the road and are still gentleman enough to have a handkerchief for me to clean up with. What girl wouldn’t want a guy like that?”
He couldn’t argue with her logic, so he pulled her in for a gentle kiss. “I think that took enough of the edge off that we can make it home.” He got back onto the motorcycle turning to give Buffy a hand.
“I don’t know,” the sparkle in Buffy’s eye was pure mischief. “I might need to stop again before we get there. Your present seems to get me all excited,” she teased.
Definitely the best present ever, Giles thought as he started the motorcycle and pulled back into the night.
I hope everyone enjoys it. I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed everyone else's offerings. What a way to spend the summer!
Written: Started Fall 2004 finished July 10, 2006
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Rating: FRAO
Spoilers: None
Summary: Really, does PWP need a summary?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss, ME, Fox etc. Feedback: Constructive criticism craved.
Length: Approx. 4,000 words.
Thanks to
sadbyhl for the beta. Author’s Note: This story follows the events of two of my earlier stories, Baby Can I Drive Your Car and 'Tis Better to Give Than Receive, which can be found HERE. The events of this story take place the day after 'Tis Better to Give Than Receive.
This story has been sitting for almost 2 years. Many thanks to
katekat1010 for creating this community and giving me a reason to kick my muse into gear to finish it.Author’s Note: Everyone should wear a helmet when they ride motorcycles.
Rupert Giles awoke to the decided feeling that he was being watched. A fact confirmed by the hazel eyes intently staring at him.
Buffy lay draped half on his chest, her bare breasts warm against him. The majority of his brain suggested that he find the quickest way to return to sleep, as the previous night had been an exercise in stamina. The smaller part of his brain that was slightly more alert worried at the gleam in her eyes.
“You’re awake.”
“Barely,” he acknowledged. “What time is it?”
She named a time, and he inwardly cursed Slayer recuperative powers. While they were more than useful in the fight against evil, they were inconvenient when he wanted to lie abed.
She inched forward and brushed her lips across his. “Good morning,” she murmured huskily against his mouth.
The day that a kiss from Buffy failed to catapult him into a good mood would be the day they put him in the ground. “Good morning, darling.” He returned her kiss. “Now, can we go back to sleep and say ‘good afternoon’ in a few hours?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I want to play with my present.”
Confusion reigned in his sleep-addled mind. “I believe we ran out of the whipped cream somewhere around two a.m.”
“Not the whipped cream, I think I’m off sugar for a week after that.” She dangled the keychain he had presented her in front of his eyes. “I wanna play with this present.”
Realization dawned – the motorcycle. ”Buffy, I must confess that I am up to neither steering us around on the bike, nor, ahem, performing, at this given moment.”
“But I want to ride,” she pouted. “I want to feel the wind in my hair. I want to bask in the sun. I want to press up against you and hold on tight.” She met his eyes. “We don’t have to do anything, Giles. It’s not always about the sex.” Her gaze grew troubled. “You do know that, right? This isn’t just sex. I’m not going to walk out the door if you don’t come up with some new and exciting way or place to make love to me. I love you.”
Giles’ heart lurched at the naked vulnerability on her face. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. “I know all of that, but I won’t lie. Hearing you say it out loud makes me incredibly happy. This isn’t just about sex for me, either. I love you more than I thought possible. And the fact that you love me in return – well, it defies any expectations or hopes I ever had.”
Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled her head down for a long, lingering kiss. Pulling back a little, he continued. “However, the first time we take the bike out, I want it to be special. And I want to feel in control of my reflexes, such that we don’t take any chances. You wore me out last night, Buffy,” he admitted ruefully.
“I think there was mutual wearing. I never thought I would say this, but I couldn’t begin to go another round right now. It was definitely the best. Birthday. Ever.”
“Can I get that on record?” Giles teased. “It wasn’t even your birthday.”
“That’s why it was wonderful. Buffy birthdays are generally pretty sucky. You, though, Mr. Giles, know how to throw a birthday.”
“Indeed,” he chuckled. “I think your gift had something to do with that. I’ve never been gifted with such an enthusiastic demonstration before.”
Buffy blushed. Kissing Giles once more, she started to get out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Well, I really should stop by home. Plus, there’s a Pilates class in an hour that Willow, Tara, and I try to catch.” Buttoning her shirt, she flashed a naughty grin. “You seem to be in favor of my flexibility.”
“Amen to that.” Giles pulled the covers up and settled into his pillow as a sleepy sigh escaped him.
“Plus, you need to get some more sleep, which won’t happen with restless me lying there. So, why don’t I meet you at the Magic Box this afternoon and maybe then we can go for a ride?” she pleaded.
“Absolutely,” he promised. “Why don’t you plan on wearing some of your leather pants, and bring a jacket. While I have no intention of putting the bike down, there’s no reason not to be prepared.”
“That’s my Watcher, always prepared.”
“Yes, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I love you in leather,” Giles teased.
“That goes without saying,” she shot back. “I’ll see you at three?”
Burrowing back into the covers Giles nodded as he wrapped himself around her pillow, her scent filling his nose. “We can ride up the coast and catch dinner along the way.”
“It’s a date.” When Buffy reached the door to the loft, she turned and looked at Giles, almost already back asleep. “I love you,” she whispered.
Her Slayer-hearing caught his mumbled “I love you, too” on her way down the stairs.
Several hours later, Giles awoke, refreshed and ready to face the day. He again considered how grateful he was that Anya preferred him to be at the shop less. She rarely questioned why he didn’t show up sometimes until after noon.
His shower and shave out of the way, Giles stood in his closet, contemplating his attire for the day. He knew Buffy would want to leave right from the shop and probably wouldn’t agree to stop by the flat to let him change clothes. With a feeling of trepidation, he pulled out his newest acquisitions, a pair of leather pants and a jacket. Girding his loins, so to speak, against the teasing he knew would ensue, he began to get dressed. He paired the pants with a dark blue shirt. Black boots, a cherished possession tucked away for far too long, completed the outfit.
Giving a last glance in the mirror, he shook his head ruefully. There was simply no hiding the large red mark on his neck. Buffy had returned to the scene of the crime numerous times throughout their lovemaking last night. Each time, she had growled, ‘mine’ delightfully when he pointed out the visibility of the mark. Well, if nothing else, he could blame an encounter with a R’klar demon. Their tentacles were equipped with powerful suction cups.
When he arrived at the Magic Box, he groaned inwardly. Everyone, it appeared, had the afternoon off. The lot of them, minus Buffy, were assembled at the research table. With a last reminder that he could handle the teasing, he pushed open the door.
En masse they turned to see who it was, and stopped entirely as they took in his appearance. Deciding to go with an ‘act like nothing is out of the ordinary approach’ Giles bade them his customary good afternoon. The open admiration on Willow’s and Anya’s faces made him feel marginally better. Tara wore her usual serene smile.
Xander, of course, was the first to regain his voice. “Hey, G-man, what’s with the new threads? Is this another wacky marketing scheme?”
“Much better than that ridiculous sorcerer’s hat.” Anya looked thoughtful. “We could probably sell an abundance of items to women if you would dress like that everyday.”
Grinning a little self-consciously, Giles moved toward the table, as Xander continued his interrogation.
“Well, then why are you wearing leather pants? I haven’t seen anyone do that since. . .” he trailed off and focused on the mark on Giles’ neck. “Angel,” he yelled and pointed. While everyone else looked around to see if Angel really had walked in, Xander was busy scrambling out of his seat, trying to back away. Unfortunately, his leg caught the edge of the chair and both went crashing to the ground. “Vampire,” he yelled, pointing at Giles. “Leather pants. Mark on neck. Vampire! Get a stake. Get a cross.”
“Get a grip,” Willow scolded.
“Yes, Xander. You’ve caught on,” Giles said dryly. “I am a vampire - a creature of the night. Let us ignore the fact that I just drove up in broad daylight.”
Tara laughed, and Anya rolled her eyes while she went to help Xander up. The bell over the door signaled a new arrival, and Giles turned to see Buffy enter the shop.
“Buffy,” Xander exclaimed. “Giles has been attacked. He’s got a mark. And he’s wearing leather. He could be a vampire.”
“Shut up about the vampire,” Anya hissed in his ear.
Buffy appreciatively took in Giles’ outfit, a look of smug ownership on her face. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to break the news on their relationship, she assumed a serious expression. “You’re right, Xander, Giles was attacked last night.”
“I knew it,” he crowed in triumph to Anya.
“I was?” Giles questioned. “Oh, I mean I was.”
“It was a small demon,” Buffy offered as she crossed the room to Giles’ side.
“Petite, one might say,” he grinned.
“But she, I mean, it, was determined.” Buffy felt the grin on her face was going to give her away at any second. “She seemed very intent on having her wicked way with you, Giles.”
“What did you do?” Willow asked, caught up in the story.
Giles’ eyes asked Buffy a question, waiting for her assent before he answered. At her slight nod, he put his arm around Buffy’s waist. “I let her seduce me.”
“All night long,” Buffy added wrapping both arms around his waist in return.
Everyone stood in complete silence for several long moments. “You had sex with each other.” Willow’s response was more statement than question.
“And let Buffy leave a big ole hickey on your neck,” Xander exclaimed.
“Yep,” Buffy acknowledged, waiting for the looks of shock and shouts of surprise.
Anya turned to Tara, a look of disgust on her face. “You win.”
“Damn!” Xander plopped back in his chair. “Two more days and the pot would have been mine.”
“Way to go sweetie!” Willow grinned excitedly. “At least one of us won.”
Giles and Buffy stood with matching stunned expression on their faces. “Wait just a minute,” Giles began. “You knew?”
“That you were orgasm buddies?” Anya asked. “We knew.”
“But, how? When? You guys are okay with it?” Buffy was almost petulant. She had really been looking forward to shocking everyone with their secret.
“For starters,” Anya ticked off on her finger, “there had to be a reason Giles wasn’t obsessively arriving at the shop first thing in the morning, regardless of whether I was scheduled to open or not. Not that I mind,” she added hastily.
“Second, you both have been wearing huge grins for the last two months,” Willow continued.
Tara added her observation, “You’ve been giving each other secret little looks when you think no one is looking,”
“Buffy has never been so excited to train in her life,” Xander laughed. “And while your training in the past was loud, I don’t remember any ‘Oh god, Giles, do it harder,’ from high school. Or, I’ve repressed it if I did.”
“And Buffy left her underwear behind the file cabinet in your office the last time you had a ‘Watcher-Slayer’ strategy conference.” Anya looked slightly aggrieved. “I hope I don’t have to tell you that undergarments strewn about aren’t a good business practice.”
“If you knew, why didn’t you say anything?” Buffy asked.
“And miss watching all of the fun?” Willow shook her head. “No way. Watching you two try to keep a secret has been the highlight of the summer.”
Xander grinned. “Although now we can just tell you to get a room, like we’ve wanted to a hundred times.”
“It seems our secret is out, dear.” Giles couldn’t decide whether to be pleased or upset at their transparency.
“Good, now we don’t have to sneak into the back to do this.” Buffy reached up and pulled Giles’ head down for a kiss. Tara ‘awwed,’ while Xander muttered, “get a room.”
“As our relationship is now public knowledge, we don’t have to come up with excuses any longer.” Giles turned to Anya. “I’m taking Buffy for a motorcycle ride. Lock up the shop without me. I may,” he shot Buffy a devilish look, “or may not be in tomorrow.”
“Let’s say not to be on the safe side,” Buffy giggled.
“Have a good afternoon,” he called as they swept out the door.
Buffy had paused to admire Giles’ new motorcycle before entering the shop, but now, with their arms around each other, they stood, taking in the vision in chrome before them.
“You buy me the best presents,” she sighed contentedly.
“I do, don’t I?” He asked, then yelped when she pinched him in response.
Bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, Buffy eagerly pulled at Giles’ hand. “Okay, enough staring, I wanna get on this bad boy.”
Giles made a show of looking up and down the street. “Right here? In public? I thought you wanted to ride the motorcycle.”
A slap to the butt propelled him along. “Ha ha. Keep it up and there will be no riding later.”
“Duly noted.” He got on the motorcycle and started it, revving the engine a bit more than was strictly necessary. Once settled, he held out his hand to Buffy and helped her get situated behind him. He briefly explained the concept of riding a motorcycle, and encouraged her to lean with him, but not too much, in the turns. After he was certain she understood, he told her to hold on, let out the clutch, and pulled out.
Buffy had never ridden on a motorcycle before, and for the first several minutes, she simply enjoyed the ride. It was a perfect day; the sun was shining without a cloud in the sky. Her hair blew behind her in the breeze as she took in all of the sights along the streets of Sunnydale that she generally missed riding in a car.
Once they were out of town and on the coastal highway, Buffy decided then and there that life could not get any better. The warmth of the sun was tempered by the wind around them, and the sharp smell of salt from the ocean filled the air. Giles’ back was broad and firm, and for long miles Buffy enjoyed nothing more than resting her head on it and wrapping her arms firmly around his waist, content just to be.
As the sun set, they pulled into a small restaurant. Buffy was glad to get off the motorcycle; Slayer flexibility or not, her thigh muscles needed a break. Shrugging out of her jacket, she slung it over one shoulder, the slight pause in her step giving her time to check out Giles’ ass as he walked toward the restaurant.
She whistled a low wolf-whistle. “You shouldn’t have worn those pants. Now I’m going to demand you wear leather all the time.”
Giles let her catch up and slid his arm around her waist. “Yes, I’d like nothing more than to walk about looking like an aging rock star who doesn’t have the sense to know he’s past it.”
“You’re far from past it. I think I can attest to that,” Buffy said as they entered the restaurant. Giles only grinned as the hostess led them to a secluded table in the corner.
Dinner passed leisurely. By unspoken agreement, they didn’t discuss work, and Buffy enjoyed the feeling that they were on a normal date, with random dinner conversation that included everything but whether the demon last night had two or three horns and teal or aqua skin.
When dessert arrived, a chocolate confection covered in a mountain of whipped cream, Buffy couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m not sure I can eat any more whipped cream after last night.”
“Oh, no?” Giles dipped his spoon in, licking the cream off in a series of short strokes. “I find I have a taste for it again.”
Two could play at that game. “Maybe I spoke too soon,” Buffy said, running her finger through the dessert before slowly sucking into her mouth, pulling it out, clean and glistening, even slower.
They ate the rest of it, a study in seduction, each trying to outdo the other. When Giles groaned, a low husky sound soft enough for Buffy’s ears alone, she felt things low in her stomach clench and couldn’t stop the squirm in her seat. “Check, we need the check,” she announced breathlessly.
Giles paid, and the two left the restaurant quickly. As soon as they were outside, Buffy took a quick look around the fairly deserted parking lot before turning to Giles and launching herself at him.
He caught her, hungry to kiss the sweetness from her lips. One hand fisted in her hair, the other holding onto her ass for support as she wrapped her legs around his waist, Giles kissed and stroked every inch of her mouth, sucking her tongue in until she gave a needy moan and ground down against him.
“Home,” she whispered in his ear after biting along his jaw. “We need to go home now.”
Giles started for the motorcycle at the urgency in her voice, a part of him despairing at exactly how far they had to travel to get home. “You’re going to need to get down, luv.” A shimmy of her hips tore a harsh groan from him. “Or, if you do that again, I’m going to take you right here.”
Whatever her answer would have been was interrupted by a party of people leaving the restaurant. Reluctantly, Buffy slid down his body until her feet were, somewhat unsteadily, on the ground. “As enticing as that sounds, I’m not sure I want to put on a show for anyone else.”
“We’ll work on your exhibitionist streak later,” Giles grinned, getting on the motorcycle and starting it. Buffy shook her head, secretly delighted at the uninhibited side Giles showed when it was just the two of them, and climbed on behind him.
This time, however, the ride home wasn’t the same soothing ride it had been on the way up the coast. Given her level of arousal, Buffy could feel every vibration as they echoed against her clit. She paid no attention to the darkened landscape as they flew down the highway, her focus solely on the building pressure in her body. Her nipples were so hard, she wouldn’t be surprised if Giles could feel them against his back, even through the heavy leather of their jackets.
Resting her head against his back, she pushed forward, her breasts aching for relief as she unconsciously started to rock her hips back and forth, pushing against the vibrating seat and Giles’ ass. Her hands were tight around his waist, slipping underneath his jacket to find the warmth of him. As eager as she was to get home, Buffy didn’t think she could make it the whole ride without orgasming, and really, it’s not like it was her fault that she was excited, and the motorcycle only made it worse.
For his part, Giles was in agony. He could tell exactly what Buffy was doing behind him and it made his cock harden until it pushed tightly against the zipper of his pants. He could tell, as Buffy’s rocking grew faster, that she was going to come behind him, leaving him nothing but his mental image of her face as she climaxed. He simply wasn’t going to last for the two hours home in this state.
Up ahead, he saw a turnoff for a seaside lookout. Pulling over, he had the motorcycle turned off and the kickstand down before Buffy knew what was happening.
“Why are we …?” Her question was swallowed as he turned and kissed her furiously, delving his tongue into her mouth when she gasped in surprise. Her tongue warred hotly against his as he shifted around uncomfortably. Finally, he broke the kiss, standing up and pulling Buffy off of the bike.
“If you think I can wait two bloody hours to get home while you’re getting yourself off behind me, you’ve gone mad,” he gritted out, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his erection to show her just how serious he was.
“Did you want me to do something about this for you?” she teased, moving her hand up to pop the button and lower his zipper.
“Yes.” He spun her around, unwilling to waste any time on preliminaries given his sudden urgency and the thought that other motorists could decide at any moment it was a lovely night to look at the ocean. “Take off your jacket and put your hands on the seat,” he ordered.
When Buffy complied without question, he couldn’t help a smile at the sight of her leather clad ass just waiting for him. Quickly, he moved his hands around and undid her trousers, pushing them and her thong down around her knees.
While he pushed his own trousers down far enough to free his cock, he used his other hand to plunge two fingers inside of her. As he expected, she was already dripping from her earlier excitement on the drive. “Did you want me to do something about this?” he teased back at her when Buffy mewled and thrust her hips to get his fingers deeper.
“Fuck me,” she groaned, already imagining the feel of his cock plowing into her.
Happy to oblige, Giles stepped up behind her and thrust in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside her. For a moment, both of them held perfectly still, memorizing the feeling of the other. Then, Buffy dropped forward until her elbows braced on the seat, giving Giles a deeper channel to plunge in to.
It wasn’t going to take long, Giles realized as he started to thrust. Because Buffy’s trousers prevented her from spreading her legs very far apart, it created a friction that made his eyes roll back. He fucked her harder, balls slapping against her with the force of his pumping. Her whispered moans of so good were music to his ears as she rested her head on the seat as well, her hair a cascade over the side of the motorcycle.
When he felt the first sparks start along his spine, Giles leaned over her, moving one hand under her shirt to delve into her bra, finding and rolling a hardened nipple, while the other moved to her clit, rubbing in time with his strokes. “Come for me, Buffy,” he urged as the electricity flowed into his balls, tightening them. “Scream for me.”
Pushing back against him and arching her back, Buffy did just that. The tight clenching of her pussy around his cock triggered Giles’ own orgasm. Every muscle locked and his world diminished to the feel of Buffy around him and the flashes of lightning behind his eyes.
When the spasms subsided, Giles rested his forehead against Buffy’s back for a moment, regaining his equilibrium before straightening up and slipping out of her. In his jacket pocket he found a clean handkerchief and handed it to her to clean up.
“I love you, Giles.” She took the offered cloth and managed to get most of their combined juices off of her. “You’re perfect.”
“I love you, too. But what’s brought that on? Should I alert the presses?” He took the cloth back from her and managed to clean himself enough to the point where he could refasten his trousers without grimacing.
“You fuck me into oblivion by the side of the road and are still gentleman enough to have a handkerchief for me to clean up with. What girl wouldn’t want a guy like that?”
He couldn’t argue with her logic, so he pulled her in for a gentle kiss. “I think that took enough of the edge off that we can make it home.” He got back onto the motorcycle turning to give Buffy a hand.
“I don’t know,” the sparkle in Buffy’s eye was pure mischief. “I might need to stop again before we get there. Your present seems to get me all excited,” she teased.
Definitely the best present ever, Giles thought as he started the motorcycle and pulled back into the night.
I hope everyone enjoys it. I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed everyone else's offerings. What a way to spend the summer!
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Wonderful story.