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summer_of_giles2020-07-31 03:12 pm
FIC: POCKET FULL OF POSIES (FRM) B/G PART II
Title: Pocket Full of Posies Part II
Author: WillConqueror1
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Summary: Buffy and Giles are stuck in quarantine. How will they cope?
Timeline: Between seasons 4 and 5.
Author’s Note: A storyline very much inspired by current events. I hope everyone stays safe out there.
Part I
Twenty minutes later he stood in front of the mirror in his robe. In his haste he hadn’t gone upstairs to grab clothes, and his nightclothes had an undeniable stench of scotch. Part of him hoped he would open the door and she’d be gone. However, he also knew that was unlikely.
This was it he supposed, he couldn’t very well hide there all day. He only had the one, and if Buffy needed to use it he would be forced to face her anyway. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves, and opened the door. He let out an arguably less than manly shriek when Buffy jumped on him.
He was able to catch her, holding her up against him so they didn’t fall to the floor. He was about to ask what she was doing, but he was promptly silenced when her mouth found his, kissing him deeply.
When she finally pulled back he just stared at her in disbelief.
“Giles, did you just shriek?”
He blushed. “I prefer to classify it as a bellow.” They both chuckled and he looked down at her as he set her back on the ground. “What is this, Buffy?”
“You ran away before I got a chance to see what I felt.” She explained. “I wish I could say that was the first time a guy disappeared after kissing me.”
“So what do you feel?” He asked, his heart speeding up; For the first time he allowed himself to hope.
She smiled and placed her hand on his chest. “You’re one of my best friends. I never thought about you in that way before you kissed me…”
He looked away, not wanting to see the disgust he was sure to see on her face.
“Now I can’t figure out why.” She said. “You’re attractive, kind, strong, intelligent, and I have it on good authority you can sing.”
He blushed and looked down at her.
“With my life expectancy as a slayer you’re probably still going to live longer than me, so it’s not like age is really that big of a factor. So far the only thing I can find wrong with you is you’re a big fat liar.”
“I… what?” He asked, that wasn’t what he’d been expecting her to say.
“I’ve seen you take down demons twice your size and all hundred pounds of me almost just knocked you on your booty because you’ve been telling me for four days that you’re fine on the couch.”
He blushed, he really couldn’t argue with that. “I’ll admit, my back has been in rather a lot of pain.”
“All you had to do was say that and you could’ve had your bed back.” She pointed out. “Look… I don’t know what this is. I’ve had about twenty minutes to think about it. All I know for sure is you’re a good kisser, and I’m willing to find out if there’s something more here.”
He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. “I’d like that very much.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down. “Uh… Giles, you’re giving me quite a show. And I must say you’re full of,” she cleared her throat, “big surprises. I’m just not sure we’re there yet.”
He looked down and noticed his robe had come open. He blushed and pulled his robe closed again. “I… I…” He pushed past her and made a hasty retreat to the loft for some actual clothes.
She watched him head up to the loft and she shook her head in amusement. The next couple of days were going to be a lot of fun.
“What? No!” Buffy looked at Giles, completely scandalized.
She was sitting on the counter while Giles washed dishes. He handed the next one to her and she dried it off before setting it aside.
“Yes. I swear it.” He said with a laugh.
“That is so not you, Giles. I can not imagine you streaking across campus. You’re practically allergic to short sleeves.”
“It wasn’t as if I did it on purpose, Buffy. I had been intimate with a young woman, and apparently I didn’t ring her soon enough, and she took offense. I had no idea there was an issue, so when she asked me if I wanted to… well I wasn’t going to say no. But as soon as I had my clothes off she ran off with them.”
“Oh, poor naked Giles.” She teased.
“It actually turned out to be one of my better humiliating moments, I had many young ladies offering to cheer me up.” He said with a grin.
“You’re terrible.” She laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully. “Still, half of England apparently has seen you naked, and you get embarrassed and run away when your robe comes undone. Hardly seems fair.”
“Oh?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
He put the dish he was scrubbing back in the sink and moved to stand between her legs, pressing his hips against hers. In two days since they’d started exploring the new aspects of their relationship they hadn’t done more than kiss. It had gotten rather steamy once, but he’d broken it off when she’d started taking off his shirt.
The sleeping arrangements hadn’t changed much, though Buffy had started sleeping on the sofa. He’d still tried to argue, but she’d insisted that his back was not the part of his body she wanted stiff. He’d simply blushed and went upstairs to sleep in his bed.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. “Come on, Giles. This isn’t new. We’ve known each other for years. You know my friends, my family, you even know about that weird noise I make when I’m tickled. I don’t need time to think anymore. So unless you’re having doubts-”
He cut her off with a kiss she took no time to respond to in kind. Their hands clutched at the other’s shirt.
He pulled back when he felt her hands on his bare chest, having snuck under his shirt.
“I’m not going to stop unless you ask me to this time.” He whispered.
“I’m not asking you to.” She replied, looking up at him.
He could see the lust in her eyes and he closed his eyes and groaned before picking her up and carrying her up to the loft.
“So we’re sure they’re not dying, right? I’ve seen the black death, and trust me, it’s not something I want. Xander wouldn’t find me sexy covered in gangrene.” Leave it to Anya to be the blunt one in the group.
“I just spoke with them last night, no symptoms at all. They’re officially out of quarantine. I told them we’d be by first thing in the morning to take them out to breakfast.” Willow confirmed.
“And I’m here for the breakfast.” Xander piped in.
“We know, Xander. Apparently breakfast is more important than morning orgasms.” Anya pouted.
Willow opened the door to Giles’ apartment, setting the bag in her hand on Giles’ desk. It was still dark, which was odd, even more odd was the empty couch. She looked back at the group and heard a noise. Anya was about to say something, but she held her hand up to silence her. She heard the noise again, it sounded like a moan, from upstairs. She looked up, they couldn’t see anything, but the moans were soon joined by more manly ones, and finally she heard Giles’ name and she clapped her hand over her mouth and pushed everyone outside as she realized what exactly they’d walked in on.
She didn’t even have the door closed when Anya blurted out, “See, even Giles thinks orgasms are more important than breakfast.”
Buffy looked over at the clock, their friends were thirty minutes late. “I’m starting to worry, I mean, I know they’re usually late, but not this late.”
“I’m sure they’re fine.” He called from the kitchen, where he was making them tea.
“Hey, what’s this? Did you get me a present?” She asked, picking the gift bag off his desk.
“Buffy, I’ve been with you all week when would I have had time to pick up a gift?” He asked, walking over to her with two mugs. “That’s very odd, I’ve never seen that before.”
She looked at the card on the bag. “It’s from Willow and Xander. If they were here why did they leave without saying anything?”
She thought about it for a moment, her hand coming up to cover her mouth when she figured out why they must’ve left. When she looked back at Giles he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Clearly he’d had the same thought.
“I guess we don’t have to worry about how to break it to them.”
He glared at her, hardly comforted by the thought.
She came over and wrapped her arms around his waist. “It’s going to be fine. Clearly they’re not too upset, I mean, they did leave us to finish instead of freaking out.”
“I suppose.” He kissed the top of her head.
“It could’ve been worse.” At his confused look she shrugged. “They could’ve brought my mom.”
“Please allow me to be on another continent before telling your mother. I’d rather like to continue doing what we were doing this morning, and I have a feeling your mother might try to make it anatomically impossible.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re afraid of my mom.”
“Everyone is afraid of a bear protecting her cub.” He pointed out.
“You’re probably right, I don’t think she’d be very happy.” She reached into the bag from Willow and Xander and pulled out a couple of drawstring bags. “What’s this?”
He took one of the bags and opened it carefully, smelling the contents. He let out a laugh.
“What is it?” She asked, taking it from him to smell as well. “What is this, some kind of pot-pourri?”
He smiled and shoved the bag into his jeans. “A pocket full of posies.”
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