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Fic: Four Pairs of Shoes Giles Never Bought and One He Did (Gen)
Hi, Hi. This is one of those "Five Things" fic, and I will be posting the stories throughout the day.
Title: Four Pairs of Shoes That Giles Never Bought and One He Did
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zandra_x
Rating: Ranging from G to Adult, individual stories will be rated.
Disclaimer: Joss is Boss.
Notes: Thanks toentrenous88 for the original inspiration for this.
My thanks toani8 for betaing. Any mistakes I claim as my own.
Rating: G
Four Pairs of Shoes That Giles Never Bought and One He Did
Part I
if Jenny hadn’t died...
“Come on, Rupert.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him firmly along.
“I don’t know...I mean...this is not what I had in mind. At all,” Giles said as they weaved through the tourists and shoppers on the sidewalk.
“It’s Hawaii. You have to dress accordingly. It’s in the fine print when you buy a plane ticket,” Jenny smiled at him. They’d been here for three days and they were still continually smiling at each other.
Giles shook his head slightly. “I was hoping for some more grownup tropical attire. I pictured myself in an immaculate white suit. Perhaps a straw Panama worn at a rakish angle. Instead,” Giles looked down at his outfit, “you’ve got me in a shirt festooned with exotic birds in garish colors. And shorts. I ask you, is this an ensemble a librarian can wear with dignity?” They had stopped walking and Jenny was studying a store window.
She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling up at him. “Mmmmmm, sexy legs! You should always let me pick out your clothes. We just need to buy one more thing and we’ll be done. Then we’ll find a deserted beach and you can read love poems to me.” She gave him a quick flurry of kisses. Giles felt his muscles tighten in desire. He ran his hands up and down her arms.
Even in the short time they’d been on the islands her skin had turned lightly golden where the sun touched it. She was born to be here. He had become brightly pink; he slathered on the sun tan lotion and knew that this was the best that was to be expected.
Everything they left behind--Sunnydale, vampires, the Watchers’ Council-- all seemed very far away and part of some other life. Taking a two-week vacation from helping to keep the world safe seemed very justified right at this moment.
“Just this shop, I promise,” Jenny pulled away and began walking toward the store’s doorway. “We should think about souvenirs, too. For Buffy and the others.”
Giles followed her in and looked around, “Souvenirs?” He glanced at the racks of vivid shirts before him and gestured. “Perhaps, we should buy three of these in the same pattern and distribute them to Xander and the girls.” He leaned in close to Jenny and lowered his voice. “Imagine the confusion in a vampire’s mind when he comes across a Hawaiian-themed Slayer and her helpers in a dark alley.”
Jenny laughed and moved toward a shoe display. “You need these,” she said. She picked up a pair of flip-flops and held them for Giles to see.
“No!”
She looked pointedly at his feet “You can’t wear running shoes and socks on the beach. You’ll bring a ton of sand back to the hotel with you. You need flip-flops.”
“I do not need flip...I refuse to even say the word. No. I won’t even be able to keep them on.”
“So, you’ll learn a new skill, toe-clinching.” Jenny held a flip-flop in each hand, close to her face. She waggled them back and forth, and said in a comically stern voice. “Walk on the wild side, Rupert. Walk on the wild side.”
Giles put his hands to his face for a second and pulling them away said, “Yes, all right, yes. But not that electric green pair you have. Something more...more... sedate.”
“Okay, we’ll find you a navy blue pair. Very masculine. Very British.”
They bought the footwear and Giles slipped them on. They left the shop holding hands, with Giles taking slightly exaggerated steps as he tried to accustom himself to a different kind of shoe and lifestyle.
And that’s the story of how Rupert Giles bought his first pair of flip-flops.
The End
Title: Four Pairs of Shoes That Giles Never Bought and One He Did
Author:
zandra_xRating: Ranging from G to Adult, individual stories will be rated.
Disclaimer: Joss is Boss.
Notes: Thanks to
entrenous88 for the original inspiration for this.My thanks to
ani8 for betaing. Any mistakes I claim as my own.Rating: G
Four Pairs of Shoes That Giles Never Bought and One He Did
Part I
if Jenny hadn’t died...
“Come on, Rupert.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him firmly along.
“I don’t know...I mean...this is not what I had in mind. At all,” Giles said as they weaved through the tourists and shoppers on the sidewalk.
“It’s Hawaii. You have to dress accordingly. It’s in the fine print when you buy a plane ticket,” Jenny smiled at him. They’d been here for three days and they were still continually smiling at each other.
Giles shook his head slightly. “I was hoping for some more grownup tropical attire. I pictured myself in an immaculate white suit. Perhaps a straw Panama worn at a rakish angle. Instead,” Giles looked down at his outfit, “you’ve got me in a shirt festooned with exotic birds in garish colors. And shorts. I ask you, is this an ensemble a librarian can wear with dignity?” They had stopped walking and Jenny was studying a store window.
She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling up at him. “Mmmmmm, sexy legs! You should always let me pick out your clothes. We just need to buy one more thing and we’ll be done. Then we’ll find a deserted beach and you can read love poems to me.” She gave him a quick flurry of kisses. Giles felt his muscles tighten in desire. He ran his hands up and down her arms.
Even in the short time they’d been on the islands her skin had turned lightly golden where the sun touched it. She was born to be here. He had become brightly pink; he slathered on the sun tan lotion and knew that this was the best that was to be expected.
Everything they left behind--Sunnydale, vampires, the Watchers’ Council-- all seemed very far away and part of some other life. Taking a two-week vacation from helping to keep the world safe seemed very justified right at this moment.
“Just this shop, I promise,” Jenny pulled away and began walking toward the store’s doorway. “We should think about souvenirs, too. For Buffy and the others.”
Giles followed her in and looked around, “Souvenirs?” He glanced at the racks of vivid shirts before him and gestured. “Perhaps, we should buy three of these in the same pattern and distribute them to Xander and the girls.” He leaned in close to Jenny and lowered his voice. “Imagine the confusion in a vampire’s mind when he comes across a Hawaiian-themed Slayer and her helpers in a dark alley.”
Jenny laughed and moved toward a shoe display. “You need these,” she said. She picked up a pair of flip-flops and held them for Giles to see.
“No!”
She looked pointedly at his feet “You can’t wear running shoes and socks on the beach. You’ll bring a ton of sand back to the hotel with you. You need flip-flops.”
“I do not need flip...I refuse to even say the word. No. I won’t even be able to keep them on.”
“So, you’ll learn a new skill, toe-clinching.” Jenny held a flip-flop in each hand, close to her face. She waggled them back and forth, and said in a comically stern voice. “Walk on the wild side, Rupert. Walk on the wild side.”
Giles put his hands to his face for a second and pulling them away said, “Yes, all right, yes. But not that electric green pair you have. Something more...more... sedate.”
“Okay, we’ll find you a navy blue pair. Very masculine. Very British.”
They bought the footwear and Giles slipped them on. They left the shop holding hands, with Giles taking slightly exaggerated steps as he tried to accustom himself to a different kind of shoe and lifestyle.
And that’s the story of how Rupert Giles bought his first pair of flip-flops.