Fic: The Spirit of the Calling (Rupert/Buffy - NC-17 or FRAO) - Part 3

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 Hey all! I realise that it's just after midnight, but I thought as there are so many parts to my story that I would just put them all up now so you can read them at your own pace. (And this leaves the rest of the day free for the other cool Rupert/Buffy piece!)

If you haven't seen the first two parts, Part One is right here, and there should be links to the next parts as we go.

Hope you enjoy!

 

The Spirit of the Calling - Part 3 

Continued from Part 2, Posted on July 14

Author’s Name: The Library Girl (E-Mail: thelibrarygirl@Yahoo.com)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Rating: NC-17 or FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Warnings: Lots of crazy sex.
Season: Takes place at the end of season four.
Word Count for this Section - 5500

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The group stood in the alley, quietly conferring. Looking in a window, they had seen ten vampires standing in a circle, burning candles around them.

“It’s obvious that they are doing some ritual,” Willow said, her brow furrowing. “But what sort of magic would interest vampires?”

“The bad, world ending kind?” Xander asked.

“Yeah, but…” Willow bit her lip, thinking. “It has to be something that will give them what they want. But what?”

Giles had been quietly thinking. Now he turned to Buffy.

“Can you hear what they are saying?” he asked.

“Hear what they are saying?” Willow scoffed. “Giles, we’re in a noisy alley and…”

“Yeah, I can,” Buffy cut her off. “It’s… ‘the Lord of Death, we call thee. Your servants offer their service in return for your favor. Havnert, Lord of all in darkness, we beseech you.’ Does that help?”

Xander and Willow were staring at her, their eyes wide, but Giles just nodded.

“Havnert. They are trying to open a dimensional portal and call a demon army over. The army would kill all humans, and I suppose the vampires would get to feast on the carnage.”

“So, let’s go stop this and keep Sunnydale carnage-free,” Buffy said, shifting from one foot to the other. She could feel the energy starting to build in her.

“Be careful not to step into the circle,” Giles cautioned. “If the portal is even partly open, you’ll be transported to the Hell dimension.”

“Got it. No circle, dusty demon death. Let’s go.”

Without stopping to discuss the plan, Buffy turned and marched to the warehouse door, knowing that they were all following her. She stopped only long enough to easily kick the door in before putting on a burst of speed. She turned, seeing the vampires in the dim candlelight, realizing that she could easily make them out. It was like they had an inner glow that was showing her where they were.

She hit the first one without slowing down, knocking him to the side, into two other vampires. He went rolling and she was on him in a second, pummeling him. Blood went flying and the metallic smell of it, set her on fire, yet even she was shocked by how brutally she was beating him.

“Buffy!”

She turned looked up just in time to catch the stake Giles threw to her and in one fluid move, she staked the vampire and jumped to her feet. She was vaguely aware that Xander and Anya were fighting a vampire to her right and she could hear Willow and Tara chanting.

She jumped to her left, spinning in the air, bringing herself around and kicking a vampire in the head as she landed. She lashed out, knocking it off balance, causing it to stumble. She was about to kick it again when she realized that she could sense Giles about ten feet to her left. She punched the vampire again, then shifted her position.

“Giles!” It was all she said before she kicked out with all her strength, sending the demon stumbling backwards.

She gathered herself to kick it again, but it exploded in a cloud of dust. Buffy looked at Giles, who stood, holding his sword. He nodded at her and she turned, going back into battle. The fire of the fight coursed through her, making her senses sharper, her moves easier.

She stepped forward, punching out, stake in hand, effortlessly dusting the next vampire with no preamble. She whipped around to locate another one, seeing Giles out of the corner of her eye. He was easily battling a vampire, punching it in the face with the flat of his sword. Buffy felt another surge of energy at the sight and jumped forward

That inner light guided her, and without even having to look, she threw a tall vampire into the wall, taking no notice of what he was yelling at her. It all felt so easy, so fluid. Every move she made fed her energy. She dimly realized that she not only knew where every vampire was, but where all her friends were as well. As the vampire pushed off the wall, coming at her, fangs bared, she jumped to the side, spinning and kicking him in the direction of Giles. Somehow she knew that Giles felt it coming and she wasn’t surprised when he spun from the vampire he was fighting to behead the one stumbling up behind him. He didn’t miss a beat in stepping back to knock his vampire in the face.

Buffy nodded in approval, not really thinking over what had just happened before she went back on the attack. She instinctively stepped to the right, finding herself face to face with a stocky blond vampire who was holding a crowbar. He smiled and lashed out, but she easily caught it, pulling it from his grasp. Before he could react, she swung the crowbar at him, repeatedly beating him about the head. He stumbled, going to the ground, his face a bloody mess, his hands up in supplication. Buffy didn’t even hesitate in throwing the crowbar to the side and pulling a stake from her back pocket. She effortlessly staked him and turned to find another demon to kill.

Buffy looked around, not seeing anymore vampires and felt a stab of disappointment.

“Did we get them all?” she asked, striding across the warehouse floor.

“We did,” Willow said. She was standing on top of a large crate, Tara next to her. “We closed the portal while you fought the vampires. Buffy, you were amazing!”

“Thanks, Wil,” Buffy said, vaguely.

She tried to concentrate on the conversation, but other things were distracting her. She could feel her own blood racing through her veins, hear it pounding in her ears, and yet she could hear another pulsing sound overriding it. She turned, looking at Xander. He was standing next to Anya, an arm lightly draped at her waist, his breath still coming in harsh gasps from his exertion. Buffy found she was studying him, his hands, his lips, the pulse flickering at his throat, and fought the urge to go to him.

She closed her eyes, turning from him. When she opened them, it was to see Giles looking at her with some concern. She wanted to tell him that she was fine, but couldn’t find the breath as she looked him over. He was tall and lean, his muscles slightly rippling as he moved. His jawline was well defined and there was something about the slope of his throat that made her want to lick it. He was talking, but she couldn’t pull her attention from the muscles in his thighs, speculating on whether or not he could support her weight.

“Buffy?” He gently touched her and she jumped back, feeling a powerful heat crash over her. “Buffy, are you all right?”

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to tell him that she would be much better if he would take her to his bed, and stepped back, putting more space between them. She gave him a shaky smile.

“I’ll be just fine, Giles. Thanks for asking. Do you need anything else, because I think I really need to go home now.”

Giles looked at her for a moment, then he nodded. She returned the nod and ran off, wanting nothing but to get to Riley as soon as she could.
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She would never remember her run across Sunnydale to his dorm. Her mind was too full of graphic sexual images and her body was too busy screaming with need. She pounded on his door, not really caring if she woke his neighbors. She paced the hall, waiting for him to answer, fighting the urge to break down the door.

She was just starting to consider that as a serious option when the door opened and Riley stood there looking sleepy and confused.

“Buffy? Is something wrong?”

“Not really.” She fidgeted, chaffing at this inaction. “I just…Riley, can I come in?”

He stepped back from the door and she walked into his dorm room. She turned to see him standing there, staring at her.

“So, why are you at my room at two in the morning?”

“I…there was…I just fought ten vampires and…”

“Buffy, are you all right?” he asked, cutting off her stuttering and crossing to check her over. “Were you hurt?”

“No, I…I’m fine Riley, it’s just…” She was actually shaking from her need and she stepped forward, touching his arm, reveling in the heat she could feel.

He blinked, looking down at her hand on him and she heard him swallow.

“Oh, so you’re here for…”

Buffy didn’t say anything. She just moved forward, pushing Riley against the wall, her mouth seeking his, her hands pulling desperately at his clothing. It barely registered that he wasn’t touching her back and it wasn’t until he called her name that he caught her attention.

“Buffy!”

“What?” she asked, irritated at the interruption.

“I’m…I’m sorry, but I’m not comfortable with this.”

“I’m sorry, but…huh?”

“Buffy, this isn’t you. It’s the whole crazy Slayer thing and I just…I’m not going to risk an ER visit when it’s not even you.”

“Riley, this is me!” She felt a hot surge of anger well up. “I am the Slayer and this is just part of the package.”

“Buffy, it’s a bad reaction to a spell. I’m sorry, but…”

“But you are just going to let me suffer.”

“You aren’t suffering. It’s just sex.”

She glared at him. How could he treat her like this?

“We’ll…we’ll do it after you’ve calmed down.”

Buffy realized that she was nodding at him. She took a step back feeling profoundly hurt and rejected. She turned for the door.

“Buffy? You don’t have to leave.”

“Yeah, I do. If I don’t go hunt something, I’m likely to hurt you.”

“Oh, well…”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said, barely holding her anger in check. She left without saying anything else.

She ran off into the night, pushing herself, adding speed in an effort to reign in the energy threatening to make her explode. She headed for the cemeteries, needing to find something to kill. After the third quiet graveyard, she began to understand that she wouldn’t find anything dark out tonight. Maybe they knew there was a pissed off Slayer on the hunt.

She stood in front of a crumbling crypt, shaking with tears in her eyes. Her body physically hurt and her mind was screaming, she felt like she would die any second. She began to pace, rubbing her upper arms, hitching sobs adding to her anguish. The pacing wasn’t helping; the need, the energy were overwhelming her. She stopped, drawing in a deep breath, when she realized that her hands were wet. She looked down and felt a stab of horror.

She’d been running her hands over her upper arms and it seemed that in an effort to hold on, she’d dug in her nails. There were deep gashes and blood was running freely to drip from her elbows. She bit her lower lip, feeling the edges of her sanity starting to slip when a thought came to her like a lifeline.

Giles. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do. Without a second thought she ran off into the night.

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She stood in front of his door for almost a full minute before she knocked. She knew in all probability he was asleep. It had been a long night, but she wasn’t really surprised when she heard him moving around. When he didn’t open the door, she knocked again, louder this time, feeling desperation creeping in.

“Giles? Giles, it’s Buffy.”

After a moment that seemed interminable to her, the hatch on his door opened and he looked out.

“Buffy, is there any way this can wait until morning?”

“Giles, just open the damn door. I need to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t.”

“You can’t? What, are you off the Watcher clock? I’m your Slayer and I need your help, so open the door!”

“Buffy, unless this is an emergency, I really need to be alone.”

She felt the hurt welling up again. She was dying here and no one seemed to care. She drew a shaky breath and knew she was trembling again. She needed help and she needed it now.

“You need to be alone?” she asked, her tone harsh. “You’re the Watcher, what could you need to be alone for?”

He looked out the hatch at her and she could feel his expression harden.

“Why would I need to be alone? Buffy, I know you are aware of my condition. I spent the night fighting vampires.”

“So now you are alone and…” she trailed off, not knowing how to finish that thought.

“Fighting not to claw my way out of my own skin? Yes, and that is why I need to be alone.”

“I’m trying to get out of mine too, and I think it’s only going to get worse.” She stepped back away from the door, into the light, making sure he could see the blood tracks down her arms.

The door opened and he stepped out, gently touching her arms, concern in his eyes.

“Oh, Buffy,” he breathed. He stepped back, gesturing to his flat. “I’ll clean those for you.”

She shook her head.

“This is already starting to heal. That’s not what I need. Giles, I think I’m going to seriously go crazy. Please.”

He nodded, stepping back into his apartment. She followed him, relief flooding through her. He stopped just inside the door and turned to her.

“What can I do for you, Buffy?” His voice was tight and he refused to look at her.

“Giles, you said there were ways to make this easier. I need to know how.”

“Your interlude with Riley didn’t help?”

“There was no interlude. He said he couldn’t touch me when I’m like this.”

Giles’s head came up, his eyes, flashing.

“He turned you away?”

“He did. And I can’t find anything to kill. I think I’m seriously going to lose it. Please, what can I do? What do you do?”

“Nothing effective, I assure you,” he said, his voice trembling.

“So you know exactly how I’m feeling right now?” Buffy’s voice was just above a whisper. Something about knowing he understood stilled her racing mind.

She looked at him, standing there, shaking as hard as she was, his eyes, dark with emotion and need. Oh, how she wanted him. She dropped her gaze from those amazing eyes and she noticed that his fists were clenched. Her brow furrowed as she realized that his knuckles were white from the pressure. She was about to say something when she saw blood drip from his hands. She could smell it and it set her afire again. She looked up at him, seeing her need reflected back.

She stepped forward just as he did and suddenly she was in his arms, his mouth plundering hers with breath stealing force. Her head swam, her senses reeling from the rightness of this moment. Then all thought was gone as he spun them, slamming her back against the door. Her blood began to burn and he pressed closer. She felt him thrust against her, his hardness sending raw desire ripping through her. She broke the kiss, calling out, unable to keep her pleasure silent.

He brought his hands up, capturing her head, pulling her to him to kiss her again. She could smell the metallic tang of his blood and her need ratcheted up another notch. She reached out, taking his hand, needing to taste him. She ran her tongue along his wrist, savoring the hint of musk, dragging her lips to his palm. She could taste the blood, salty and hot, her need fueled by it, a growl dragged from her lips. She felt his body tremble with an answering growl and she gasped as he kissed her deeply, tasting his blood on her lips.

She whimpered, feeling a loss as he broke the kiss, but her breath caught in her chest when he moved to her throat, his warm breath ghosting along her heated skin. At first she wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she felt a flutter in her stomach as she realized he was smelling her, memorizing her scent.

He started just behind her ear, trailing his tongue down, tasting her. She was shaking uncontrollably when his lips closed over the skin on her neck, just over her pulse point. Her hips bucked against him when she felt him nipping, biting.

“Oh God, yes!” she screamed when she felt him break the skin.

“You are mine,” he growled. “My Slayer, my lover, mine.”

“Yours,” she gasped. “Only yours.”

His mouth returned to her throat, latching onto the bite mark, sucking, sending sweet waves of pain straight to her groin. She pushed him off her, shoving him about five feet across the room. He didn’t even seem surprised when she stalked him, circling around him, her eyes raking over him, her need becoming unbearable. As she closed in on him, he backed away, his eyes never leaving hers, challenging her to take him.

She surged forward, her speed catching him off guard and she slammed him into the wall with enough force to knock two pictures to the floor. His response was to kick the broken glass to the side and pull her against him. She could feel his heat through his shirt and needed more.

Without thinking, she grasped the material in her hands and ripped. She was dimly aware of the sound of buttons raining onto the floor, but she didn’t care. She was overwhelmed by the scent of him. She leaned in, nipping across his chest. His breath was coming in trembling bursts as she sucked at his nipples.

“Please,” he begged, panting and shaking with need. “Harder, I need it harder.”

Buffy leaned in, increasing the pressure, feeling his trembling intensify. He gasped and growled deep in his throat, a sound that went right through her. She gently nipped him and his hands came up to the back of her head, pulling her tighter against his chest. She could hear the wild beat of his heart thundering in her ear and it sent a primal beat, like tribal drums through her veins. Her head began to spin and she bit his nipple harder. His hips bucked and he called out, invoking some deity she’d never heard of.

She was about to increase the pressure when he pulled her head away, shifting his weight. Before she could question him, he threw her to the floor, kneeling beside her, roughly pulling her shirt over her head and flinging it behind him. He tore the front closure of her bra open and sat back for a minute, taking in her appearance. When she sat up slightly, shrugging the bra off and tossing it to the side, he watched her chest, his eyes darkening yet another shade. He pushed her knees apart and moved between her legs, pulling her to him and burying his face in the valley between her breasts. She could feel him inhaling her scent and then she couldn’t form any thought as his hands came to her breasts, squeezing them with an almost painful force.

She arched up, pressing herself against him, but it wasn’t enough. With a frustrated growl, she rolled, flipping them over so he was pinned beneath her. She ground herself against him, leaning slightly forward, allowing him to capture her left breast in his mouth. He sucked hard, sending waves of desire through her, making her whole body tingle. Her hips were moving against him and she felt a pressure building, spiraling out of control. He bit down on her nipple just as he slapped her ass with a stinging force and she cried out, feeling the pleasure pull her under.

Instead of quenching her desire, the orgasm only served to increase it and she tore at the fastenings of his pants with some desperation. The button gave, clattering to the floor, somewhere across the room, and Buffy heard material rip. She didn’t give it a thought as she reached into his boxers, freeing him. She was slightly surprised by his size and weight, but it only fueled her need. She needed to feel him, to taste him. She leaned forward, taking him in her mouth and engulfing him to the root.

He cried out, his hips bucking violently. She increased the pressure, her tongue rocking against him. He moaned deeply and reached out, wrapping his hands in her hair and thrusting himself into her mouth. She could feel his excitement building and was prepared to bring him to climax in her mouth, but he moaned and pushed her away. She didn’t even have time to wonder before he pulled her up, plundering her mouth, and rolling them over, pinning her beneath him.

“No more games,” he growled, his voice rough with need. He hastily pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off to the side.

It was what she wanted too and she pulled back, gasping as he roughly pulled her jeans and panties down. She pulled one leg out, the other still encased in denim as he pinned her again. Looking into her eyes, he buried himself in her with one thrust. He drove into her with abandon and she could feel her desire climbing as she arched her hips to meet him. And yet, it wasn’t enough. The pleasure ebbed slightly and in desperation, she rolled them, once again sitting atop him. He looked up at her and smiled, his hands going to her hips.

“Ride me, Buffy,” he gasped, his breath ragged with excitement.

She followed her need, picking up a brutal pace, driving him deep inside of her.

“Yes, oh, God, yes!” she screamed, feeling her desire building, climbing with each slam of her hips. She leaned forward, changing the angle and a whole new layer of sensation washed over her as his hardness rubbed her clit with each thrust. She knew that she was digging her fingernails into his chest, but far from hurting him, the contact seemed to excite him all the more as he moaned her name so loudly that she dimly thought his neighbors might hear.

And then everything was gone in an explosion of pleasure so intense that Buffy feared she might black out. Her head spun and she couldn’t even pull in a breath. As the waves began to recede, she realized that Giles had flipped them and he was pounding into her at a furious pace. Her mind acknowledged it as her body responded and she felt herself spiraling up again. He tilted her hips, changing the angle slightly, and she gasped, feeling yet another orgasm rush up to take her. Pulling in air, she looked up, seeing the intense pleasure etched on his face. Never had she seen a man so deeply in the throws of passion. He looked amazing, hair mussed up, shirt hanging open, his eyes half lidded as he lost himself in her. He threw his head back, his breath coming in hitches, and then he was screaming her name, his rhythm faltering for a moment as he surrendered completely. Buffy only had a moment to admire it before she was swept away again, this climax more intense than before.

She lay on the floor, pulling in air, trying to catch her breath as everything came back into focus. Giles, shifted, pulling out of her, moving to lie down next to her. She was surprised to feel a sense of loss and slightly horrified when she realized that her arousal and need were building again. It was over and she was getting turned on all over again. He was going to fall asleep and she was going to be right back where she started. Buffy sighed, trying to ignore her disappointment. Maybe after this, the big cemetery marathon would actually work. Or maybe she was just a freak, destined to suffer.

She sat up, looking around for her clothes and was startled when Giles touched her thigh.

“Buffy?” She could hear concern in his voice. “Is something wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, no, nothing wrong here,” She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “I just thought...well, you’re going to want to get some sleep now or…something.”

He chuckled and she looked at him as he trailed his fingers towards her hip.

“No, Buffy, you don’t have to leave.” He was smiling at her and she felt flutters deep in her stomach. “Unless, of course you want to. But, I was just getting started.”

She gasped as he tentatively pulled her down, kissing her again. When she relaxed against him, her hands going to his hair, he drew her close, deepening the kiss. He repositioned her on top of him, smiling against her mouth as she groaned. She could feel him hardening under her and she ground her hips against him. He moaned loudly, grabbing her ass and pressing up against her.

His hands moved down her thighs, his thumbs trailing along the insides, sending shivers through her whole body. He stopped when his hand reached the one leg of her jeans that she was still wearing. He broke the kiss and looked up at her, smiling.

“It looks like I forgot something.”

Without any warning, Giles flipped them, and she was looking up at him, her eyes wide. He tugged the jeans and panties off, tossing them to the side, then took her foot in his hands. Slowly, he ran his hands up, over her ankle, her calf, circling his thumbs across her skin. Buffy was gasping for air, her head spinning as she felt her restraint slipping. She swallowed, trying to regain control, saying the first thing that came to mind.

“You are still wearing your shirt,” she gasped.

He smiled at her.

“Yes, I am.”

Without saying anything else, he resumed his exploration of her leg, his hands moving further up. Buffy struggled to sit up.

“I should get that shirt off you.” She tried to make her voice sound flirty, but the amazing things his hands were doing to her made it sound breathless. He put his hand on her stomach keeping her on the floor. She huffed in frustration. “Giles!”

He rolled his eyes.

“Is this shirt really bothering you so much?” he asked.

“Well, it’s just…”

“Fine,” he said, in mock exasperation. He shrugged the shirt off, throwing it on top of her jeans. “There? Better?”

She nodded and he leaned forward. It took a second for her to realize that he was kissing her ankle, his lips following the path his hands had taken a few minutes before. She thought she should protest, but she felt the amazing arousal building again and she closed her eyes, enjoying it.

Buffy was surprised at how readily her body responded to him. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her to illicit the best sensations. She jumped when he licked the back of her knee and he made a sound of approval. Then he was moving up and she realized where his next area of attack would be.

“You don’t have to…” She broke off, gasping as she felt his breath ghost across her sex.

“Have to?” he questioned, looking up at her.

“It’s okay if you…” She wasn’t sure how to continue. “Well…no one has ever…”

He shook his head.

“I know that I don’t have to do this,” he said, quietly. “And if you don’t wish me to, I won’t. But I very much want to.”

Buffy was shaking with desire, so she simply nodded again. Giles smiled, leaning down once more.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips resting against her. She gasped loudly as a wave of heat washed through her.

His hands rested with reassuring weight on her hips, as he lightly kissed her sex. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but her apprehension disappeared as his tongue traced along her. It wasn’t exactly the mind blowing experience she’d heard about, but it definitely felt good. Buffy was wondering how to get him to move back up to her chest, when he sucked her clit and suddenly everything was going out of focus again. Her hips bucked up and she moaned loudly, feeling her excitement building rapidly. She felt his weight shift and then he was inserting a finger, sucking, nipping.

She was stunned how fast her orgasm came and the force with which it pulled her under. She could dimly hear herself screaming his name, yet she couldn’t even pull air into her lungs. Wave after wave of pleasure, so deep that it was almost painful rolled through her, seeming to go on forever, yet ebbing far too soon.

And then he was there, lying next to her, holding her close, nuzzling her neck, as he let her catch her breath. But catching her breath was the last thing Buffy wanted right now. Following her instincts, she reached between them, taking him in her hand, feeling how hard he was. He gasped against her neck, groaning as she stroked him.

She moved down, needing to taste him, wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d just given her. She took him in her mouth, pressing her tongue against him. His hips bucked up and she could feel his whole body vibrate with his moaning. She swirled her tongue around him, tasting him. Giles let out a string of profanities and she could feel him fighting for control.

“Buffy…” he gasped, his hands going to her shoulders, urging her to stop. “I can’t…you’ve got to…”

She shook her head, still keeping him in her mouth, increasing the pressure as she sucked him.

“Hell…love, please, I…”

She stopped what she was doing long enough to nip his inner thigh.

“Jesus, Buffy,” he gasped, his fingers digging into the carpet as he arched up.

All the fight seemed to go out of him and he gave in, his hands going to her head, his fingers winding in her hair. She went back to sucking and swirling her tongue, bringing a hand up to fondle his sack. His hips began to thrust uncontrollably and then he was coming, yelling her name.

She swallowed the warm flood, then licked him one last time, before moving up to him. She took her time, slowly licking a path up his stomach and across his chest, up his neck, ending at tip of his chin. She scooted up, smiling down at him. He looked slightly awed and his hand came up to caress her cheek.

“Oh, Buffy.” His voice was soft and tender and she was surprised to see more than just lust in his eyes. She hadn’t expected that.

From her experience, Buffy knew that what had just happened was probably the end of this round and likely meant the end of their whole adventure. So she was startled when he pulled her to him again, kissing her with the same level of need and passion as he had in the beginning. Her hands ran up his face and into his hair as she returned the kiss, letting herself give into the desire that was building.

Once again, he moved her on top of him and she was shocked to feel him hardening under her again. She broke the kiss and looked down at him, her eyes wide. He was blushing and looking slightly nervous. She found it unbelievably adorable.

“Giles?” Her voice was gentle, questioning.

“Well, I…I did mention that the altered DNA gave me both the desire…and the stamina to keep up with a Slayer.” He smiled, but she could see he was worried as to how she would take this. She leaned down and kissed him.

“You really were made for me, weren’t you?” she whispered.

“I have always been yours,” he said, reaching up to touch her face again. “And I always will be.”

He pulled her down again kissing her deeply, sucking her bottom lip in and nipping it. She groaned, shifting her hips to feel him against her.

When he entered her this time, it wasn’t with the desperation of their first encounter, but she could feel his desire and excitement as he drove into her. Her hips rose up to meet him and he shifted his angle, sending new waves of sensation through Buffy. He picked up the pace and was soon pounding into her, taking her higher still until suddenly everything was drawing in on her. For a moment, she thought she might be turning inside out, the sensation starting in her lower back, pulling in and exploding. Bright lights went off behind her eyes and it felt so amazing that Buffy thought she might die. She was dimly aware of Giles above her, gasping in breath. And then he was screaming her name.

Something about that, about knowing that she was the reason that he was losing that iron control, set her off again, and she came once more, losing herself in him.

This time, as she caught her breath and he pulled her close, nuzzling her hair, she wasn’t really surprised to feel the familiar excitement and need building again. She tilted her head, meeting his lips in a questioning kiss. He returned it and she smiled, knowing that he wanted her as well. He ended the kiss and looked down at her.

“Perhaps it would be a good idea if we broke for something to eat?” he asked.

“I would rather feel your hands on me,” Buffy said, running a finger along his lips.

“We…we could do both,” he suggested tentatively. She arched an eyebrow at him and he blushed. “I do still have that whipped cream in a can from the ice cream night you had here last week.”

She didn’t know what to say and her silence seemed to worry him.

“If it’s not something you are interested in…” he broke off, looking at the floor.

“Oh, no, I just didn’t think it was your kind of thing,” Buffy said, smiling at him.

“What’s there not to like?” he asked with a smile. “I enjoy whipped cream and the idea of sucking and licking it off your breasts greatly appeals to me.”

Something about the underlying excitement in his voice sent waves of desire through Buffy. She pushed herself up to a sitting position.

“Well, then, what are we waiting for?”

Part 4 This Way