Title: What's a Stevedore? 2/4
Author: Karen Jephson
Rating: R. Uber R.
Spoiler: Who Are You?
Disclaimer: Joss has his world with his characters, I have mine. The difference? My zero bank balance.
Distribution: Solo, Anya, anyone else just ask.
Summary: Answers the question everybody wants to know. B/G.
Feedback: Yes please. But I'm like a vampire. Flames hurt.
Dedication: To Gylzgirl who made sure I had to send it to the list. And to Cindy Bowers who asked for a B/G fic.
If anybody'd asked her how Giles kissed, she would have said gentle, hesitate. Passionate, she wasn't blind after all, no matter what anybody said. But like a gentle breeze that brushed your lips then slowly increased pressure while waiting permission to venture further.
There was nothing gentle about this kiss. Or hesitant. He possessed her mouth as though it was his right, the heat of his breath taking hers away. He didn't wait for permission to invade her mouth with his tongue, instead claiming ownership in one quick sweep, stroking the the flesh inside, wrapping around her own tongue until she was helpless to do anything but follow his lead.
He used the weight of his body to push hers down until they were both half lying on the couch, his heat covering fully. His right hand tangled in her hair, holding her head still as he continued to plunder her mouth. She felt his left stroke her waist before it brushed up her torso and claimed her achingly waiting breast. She moaned as his thumb stroked her pebbled nipple, her legs opening to cushion his arousal against her own. Her own hands restlessly stroked his shoulders before settling on his neck and head.
When he finally lifted his head they were both breathing heavily. As Buffy looked up into his passion-glazed eyes, she now knew what it felt like to be ravished. Licking her lips in nervous excitement, she waited to see his next move.
Giles removed his fogging glasses, laying them on the coffee table without taking his eyes from hers. Lifting his eyebrow, he watched her with an amused expression. Obviously at her own bemused look. "Well? How do you like being made love to by a stevedore?"
She swallowed. "I wouldn't know. Yet." She felt the quickening of his body of his words. Stroking her hand across his neck, then down the side of his face, she rested her fingertips on the fast beating pulse. "I do know that I love being kissed by a stevedore."
Something in him froze. "As much as a by a vampire?"
If it had been any other person at any other time, she would have thrown him off her and stormed out the door. But it was Giles, and she wasn't a fool. She'd known what Angel had meant to him, and how much it had cost him to accept the vampire back the previous year. Because of that, he deserved more honesty than anybody else. "Well, I've only actually kissed two vampires, although I'm not sure you could count Spike's spell-induced madness." Good he'd smiled with her. "But with that comparison, I'd say that the difference is heat. Vampires even in the middle of passion are cold. But your kiss made me burn. And I think I must have been a moth in a past life." She drew his head down toward her, whispering the next words against his mouth. "I am so drawn to your flame."
Groaning, Giles captured her lips with his once more. This time she was ready for his aggression, their breaths mingling as each battled for domination. In the end it was no contest, and she willingly succumbed to his assault. She was so engrossed in his kiss and the erotic feel of the rough scrape of his tongue against the roof of her mouth, she didn't notice when he lifted her top. At the feel of the pad of his thumb against her exposed breast she moaned in his mouth, involuntarily lifting her body up to his.
Giles pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the calluses on his pads increasing the friction. Buffy vaguely wondered if the roughness was caused from his continuous practice with his swords, or if he had been a manual labourer before. Whimpering at the duel sensation of his palm massaging her breast while the nipple was rolled, she wrapped her legs around his torso, imprisoning him to her.
Giles broke the kiss, trailing his lips along her face as he gently rocked against her. Slowly, he inched his way down her body, his lips pressing featherlight down her cheek, her throat, her collarbone. Shifting his hand, he pushed her top up further then looked down at his prize. Reverently, he trailed the fingers of his hands around the perimeter of her breasts. He'd never been one for full breasted women, and Buffy was the perfect shape for him. Then, he'd always known that, deep inside of him. She was the only one perfect for him. Lowering his head, he kissed each of the hardened nipples before blowing on them. Her gasp encouraged him further. Licking his lips, he bent to take one of the breasts in his mouth as his hand continued to knead the other.
You'd think his kisses would have warned her, but after the gentleness with which he'd pressed his lips to her breasts she hadn't expected it. He didn't love her, he devoured her. His hands, tongue and teeth possessed her until her entire body was quivering. If it had been anybody else they would have had bruises for days after. Yet his actions excited her more. He gave her what she wanted and more. His roughness, his eagerness to stamp her as his only increased her own ardour. She moved restlessly beneath him as whimpers escaped her mouth. Never had she felt so aroused by a man fondling her breasts. If he were to enter her now, she'd probably have her orgasm straight away. Instead, he teased them both, paying attention to her breasts until they were red and tender. Only then did he move on.
Giles shifted further down her body, trailing kisses along the line to her belly button before dipping his tongue into the dent to tantalise her further. His hands preceded his mouth, hooking under her skirt and bunching it up over her hips. She knew what was coming, knew she should have been apprehensive. Instead she opened herself wider to him, shifting until he had clearer access to that aching part of her.
Still he worked at his own time, rubbing his stubbled chin along the sensitive flesh of her stomach. He seemed to know what would arouse her, taking her closer to the point of no return. She could feel his hot breath on her flesh, his burning gaze upon her face. Then his teeth were worrying at the edge of her satin panties. She wondered if he meant to bite them off her, but instead felt his hot moist mouth through the sheer material. He waited until the front of her panties were completely soaked from his kisses before moving down. Gently, he placed love bites on her inner thighs, before placing the lightest of kisses against her aching center. Unable to help herself, Buffy ground herself into his face, rubbing against him to try and ease the ache and emptiness. She sobbed has he pulled away from her. His voice raspy from his own passion, Giles admonished her. "No you don't luv. This is my show, and we play my way." Shifting his hands under her bottom, he lifted her up before kissing her roughly.
Buffy wrapped her legs over his shoulders as she gave herself up to her lover. The feel of his tongue and teeth grazing her through the satin material was driving her crazy, something she was sure he was aware of. The more she begged, the harder he pressed against her, but he refused to remove the barrier. She was openly weeping by the time she used the name he waited for. "Ripper, please!?"
Giles pulled the material down to her lower thighs, massaging her buttocks with his hands. Lifting her legs one at a time, he slipped the panties off her, dropping them on the floor by the couch. Spreading her lips with his thumbs, he slipped his tongue inside the wet opening.
Buffy began to buck as his tongue moved along her lips, stroking her already swollen clit before being replaced by his teeth. He sucked the swollen nub into his mouth, drawing on it until he felt her stiffen. He moved his tongue down to her passage, forcing his way into the opening as she began to climax. She screamed his name as she felt the tongue pushing in and out of her. As she came down from her orgasm, his thumb rubbed her clit in rhythm with his pumping tongue. She whimpered as she climaxed again.
Giles soothed and petted her as he brought her down from her orgasm. Waiting only until her muscles stopped climaxing, he rose from the couch. Gathering the limp slayer to him, he lifted her up and moved toward the stairs. He was gratified when she curled trustingly into his chest, her hands curled against his shoulders.