HERE TO WATCH GIRLS, CHAPTER SIX: ARRANGED TO BE SO (6 OF ABOUT 15, TOTAL. POST 2 OF 5 FOR TODAY)

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Title: Here to Watch Girls
Author: ProtoNeoRomantic
Betas: Gilescandy & porkwithbones
Rating: NC-17 (work as a whole) Rated on the side of caution.
Paring: Giles/Willow, Giles/Buffy, Giles/Cordelia, Giles/other female characters
Word Count: 1371 (this chapter)

Chapter Six: Arranged to be So

“So, ah signs and ah por! Portents!” Buffy panted, as Giles moved within her in slow, deep even strokes from behind as she knelt on the small couch in his office, knees planted wide apart, ass held high, hanging on to the backrest with both hands.

“Yes! I'm mu, mu, mufraid s-so,” he gasped out between moans of sweet torment. “Something's, something's, gonna, ah, ha—happen here. Soon!”

“Something that eh—eh—eh! Explains vampires on campus?” Buffy breathed, just a hint of something that might have been skepticism evident in her tone between the noises of sexual arousal and pleasure.

“Oh, yes! Oh God, yes!” Giles explained. “I've hmm, yes, oh, I've been, been digging ah around a bit in the history of this place ever since—well especially since my—ah sweet Jesus, yes—my affliction became apparent. And, oh, oh, my. Slowly, my dear,” he had to admonish Buffy, who was thrusting backwards against him with such enthusiasm that he feared the act would reach it's conclusion and she would go back to being angry and suspicious long before he could finish his explanation of what he thought was happening in Sunnydale that needed her attention.

“You've been digging?” she prompted breathlessly, “ah ha hu, and?”

“And I discovered,” he went on, voice becoming more steady now that they had settled once again into a slow, sustainable rhythm. For the time being. “That there was a ah rash of, of intense vampire activity in this area, in the n-n-nineteen thirties.”

“Bu, buddin't you say, oh, ah, god there, oh you're so deep, god, ah, buddin't you say there's always been... a st-steady st-stream, you said, of, of weirdness in this town?”

“Yeh-yes, but this was more, more—Oh Sweet Mother of God, don't finish me off yet—intense! Mass destruction. Then there was, was an, an earthquake and and and, ah God, the town was half destroyed and vampire activity d-dropped to ah umm, nearly nothing for decades, while the ah ah odd occurrences slowed down to a trickle. But, oh oh over the last f-f-five or s-s-six years and 'sp-specially the last s-six months, it's been—ah—it's ah, been getting, getting worse!”

“Oh, I, yes! Worse!” Buffy agreed for the sake of agreeing, hardly in a state to do anything else. At least, Giles hoped it meant she was listening. God knew it was near enough impossible for him to concentrate on his argument as it was. He'd hate to think his words were all going to waste.

“Please, please, Buffy,” he begged her, huffing and sweating and hardly able to think, “You, my sweet goddess, only you can stop what's coming! Only you can protect us! I ah, hu, I, d-don't know exactly when or or how the vampires will strike, but, they must be, must be planning to do it very, very near here, because, I'm c-c-certain that the focus of their activity is still, still the Hellmouth!”

“Oh, wow!” Buffy cried, but her exclamation had nothing to do with what her Watcher had just explained. “Oh God!” she gasped, sounding not so much pleased as hanging between awe and panic, “I'm coming!” And she did. Buffy screamed and moaned so loud that Giles was sure the whole school must have heard her.

But that was too distant a problem to worry about right now. Right now, the most important thing in the universe was that Giles too was on the verge of having an orgasm. The second most important thing was that he felt he'd finally explained the Hellmouth situation to his Slayer sufficiently to gain her cooperation. As he thrust into her, hard and fast, heedlessly taking his own pleasure as she bucked and writhed against him, he even dared to hope that at last she understood that he was as helpless against the powers of the incubus as she was, maybe more so, and would stop blaming him so awfully much for what was happening between them.

“Ah Good Lord Almighty In His Highest Heaven!” Giles cried as he climaxed at last, “God, yes! Thank you, Buffy! Oh, Great Goddess, yes!” Suddenly, Giles found himself crashing to the floor, a naked tangle of awkwardly, somewhat painfully bent arms and legs, exactly as if the structure upon which he had been supporting his weight had been pulled from beneath him. Giles was so shocked that it took him a moment to realize that that was more or less exactly what had happened. Except that it was a girl, not a structure, that had been bearing his weight.

Buffy was on her feet now, looking down at him in horror and disgust. “You did it again!” she accused him bitterly, fiercely swiping at the angry-sad tears that filled her eyes. “How the Hell are you doing this!?!”

“I'm not!” he pleaded, terrified by the gathering storm clouds in her eyes. As he spoke, Giles grabbed his pants and trousers from the floor and scuttling round the end of the sofa to have a bit of minimal protection from direct attack as he pulled them on. “It's the incubus!” he reminded her. She'd seemed to understand that a few moments ago. Thankfully, Giles had kept his t-shirt on the whole time, so that in less than a minute he was decently, if not quite appropriately dressed, which made his goal of leaving the room seem blessedly within reach.

Buffy however, was still stark naked as she stood, feet planted wide apart, hand on hips, tossed her head back and demanded, “The 'incubus' huh! The one 'stuck like a cork in the bottle of the Hellmouth'(?) Bullshit! The only sex fiend I see here is you!”

“Buffy, I swear to you—”

“Button it, Jeeves!” she cut him off angrily. “The only reason I came to you was to find out what you know about this vampire attack. And what do I get? Screwed! Again! And this, this is beyond even the most sick and twisted for-your-own-good Watcher head-games. I mean,” she was shaking her head, crying nearly beside herself with indignation, “I'm just gonna call it what it is. This is rape!”

Buffy put her hand to her mouth as though she hadn't expected to hear such a vile, terrifying word come out of it. Suddenly, she seemed to notice that she was still naked. Shaking and crying, she began to gather her things and dress hurriedly, muttering all the while about 'fucking vampires' and how the 'goddamned Watchers' ought to 'kill them their fucking selves.'

Although his first impulse was to comfort her, Giles instead grabbed his shoes, socks, and oxford shirt and walked out into the library to finish getting dressed, abandoning the coat and vest that could not be had without reaching past her, which he felt would be both insensitive and unsafe. Which two adjectives perfectly described the act of trying to comfort someone whom, from her quite understandable point of view, he had just 'raped' for the second time today.

Bloody hell! Maybe if he simply pulled up his stake and left Sunnydale, resigned his post as Watcher immediately and unconditionally, his replacement would be sent that much sooner. 'That much' perhaps, but knowing the Council, 'that much' sooner still wouldn't be soon enough.

The very fact that Buffy was here at all tended to support his belief that a terrible supernatural crisis was imminent. Buffy had been left Watcherless for months after Merrick's death precisely because the Council had not been able to agree upon where to send her or with whom. Finally, after all their internal wrangling had gotten them no closer to an answer, they had agreed to let fate decide where Buffy was most needed, positioning Watchers and staff in each of the likeliest places. And though it had barely made the list at all, though it had been assigned only a single Watcher with no staff support, a Watcher whose questionable past had kept him in the worst, least important assignments throughout his career, fate had sent Buffy to Sunnydale. And into the arms of Rupert Giles.

Hell yeah, let's hear it for 'Fate'! Keep rollin' them dice, My Lady!