TITLE - All I Have To Do
AUTHOR - Vesica
PAIRING - Faith/Giles
RATING - R
SUMMARY- Suddenly the Scooby meetings just got a lot more interesting… for Faith.
DISCLAIMER - Not mine - I just borrowed them for a bit.
AUTHOR'S NOTES - This is a sequel of sorts to "It's All in How You Play the Game". If the Muse doesn't get in a snit over nothing, this won't be the last.
Giles was talking.
Faith wasn't really sure about what - that would involve paying attention.
She was staring at his mouth, watching his lips move and wondering just what those lips would feel like against her bare skin.
She loved it when he got in lecture-mode. He could keep going for hours…standing there, droning away. And like the dutiful Slayer she wasn't, she kept her eyes glued to him.
He had a book in his hand so he was probably saying something about researching something. Maybe something more about those creepy kids who had tried to get everyone killed.
Glad I was elsewhere for that one. Not that I have parents to try and burn me at the stake.
With no real need to go to school and none of that pesky adult responsibility to get in the way, Faith generally did what she pleased. Last week, it was following a pack of biker vamps up to Costa Mesa.
It'd been fun - a bit of a hack and slash operation as the twenty-strong gang refused to just die already, but what girl didn't love a good slaughter to liven up a slow week?
"…It is imperative that we find out everything we can about the Mayor and this Ascension…"
Imperative? Who the hell actually used words like imperative? Besides Giles…
He was digging through the pile of papers and books in front of him. He reached out to push a stack of books aside and his shirtsleeves, carefully folded back to his forearms, rode up enough that she caught a glimpse of his tattoo.
Something about that was just so freakin' hot. She remembered that night two months ago, when she had stopped off for a little post-slaying release and instead ended up so hot and bothered she had barely managed to stagger back to her motel room. Not that her little battery-powered friend had really done much to ease that fire.
The man had skills - serious skills. And in one month, three weeks and two days she intended to explore each and every one.
One long, torturous month…If I don't die before then. Spontaneously combust - just 'Poof'.
At least this fixation was improving her vocab. She had spent an endless afternoon reading about spontaneous human combustion when everyone else was playing "find the demon of the week" with the picture books.
Buffy said something and Giles listened intently.
Does he realize the way he squinches up the corners of his eyes when he's listening really hard? And that little "tell me more" head tilt…Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.
She could sit here and stare at the man all day. When did a guy in a glasses start doing it for her? She mentally reviewed the men she had known and the slightly shorter list of those she had known.
Nope, it's just him. He was the only one who could discompose her just by fiddling with his damn glasses.
Discompose - that was a good one too. She was just full of useful words for what he did to her. A positive plethora of words, she thought proudly.
Words like ignite, arouse, allure, captivate, titillate…She felt like a walking Webster's she had been spending so much time hanging around the library pretending to be fascinated by one book or another.
Of course, there was that Saturday she had spent three hours looking up useful phrases in French. She had casually slipped a note onto the book he had open before him, inviting him to "make her see the face of angels" and a few other vaguely naughty things, all in French, of course.
She had wanted something a little more to the point but the only really useful book she could find was a partially translated diary by some courtesan in the 1800s. Stupid retro porn.
Still, it had been totally worth it to see him slam the book closed so fast the note itself had shot straight up into the air. Xander had caught it and squinted at it a bit, before shrugging and handing it to an extremely red-faced Giles.
Good times, Faith thought, pushing back and balancing her chair on two legs. She propped her feet on the table.
Oh! Feet on his precious table. Betcha that's gonna earn me a glare.
She wasn't disappointed. He glanced at her feet before leveling an annoyed frown at her.
Score! She smirked, enjoying the sudden rush of heat when his eyes flicked her way. With a kick, all four of the chair's feet met the carpeted floor with a muffled thump, which nicely covered Faith's sudden intake of breath as she was on the receiving end of a pleasant little quirk of pressure and friction.
Wow…
She experimentally crossed her right leg over her left.
Wonder if I can…
She pointed her right toe and the tightening of the muscles of her inner thigh hit just the right spot. Hell Yeah…
She went back to staring at Giles, who was once again lecturing about something or other, book in hand. He was absent-mindedly rubbing the page corner between his thumb and index finger. She clenched her thigh muscles again thinking about those hands restlessly exploring her.
She shifted a little in her seat, adjusting the pressure on that now throbbing spot between her legs. We should have these meetings all the time…
Her breath caught as she accidentally pinched herself, but a quick look around confirmed no one was paying any attention to her. Still, she took a deep breath and concentrated on keeping her breathing perfectly normal. More carefully than before, she resumed the languid pointing and flexing of her foot.
He was pacing now, deep in thought.
No man should be able to move like that.
Grace was an odd word for a guy, but there was an easy sort of grace to the way he moved…and Oh My God, he wandering over to the circulation desk.
A tumble of words came back to her, that low, husky tone creating a delicious tug inside her.
Over and over, all she could hear was that voice.
"Bend you over the circulation desk…Ride you until your legs give out…"
He glanced her way then, probably wondering why she was so quiet. He leaned one elbow against the desk, his brow furrowing for a moment as he studied her, before returning his attention to whatever Willow was saying.
"The circulation desk…"
She could feel the heat rising up her face as a slow shiver worked its way up her spine. The pressure was almost unbearable at this point and even though the squirming was making it worse, she was having a hell of a time sitting still.
"Until your legs give out…"
Another glance, this time with the tiniest of smiles barely curling the corner of his mouth.
She bit down on her lip, fighting to not make a sound as her muscles locked and the world went fuzzy. A slow, warm wave of release that seemed to go on forever uncurled through her limbs and the voice in her mind kept echoing - her name, over and over again.
"Faith!"
She blinked. Shit, he was staring right at her.
Her voice was a little shaky. "Yeah?"
An all too-knowing look in his eyes… "Faith, we're done. You can go home now."
Yep, everyone was packing up and heading out. Double shit. How long had she been sitting here, oblivious?
Xander gave her a playful punch in the arm.
"Nice one. You'll have to teach me that sleeping with your eyes open thing." He lowered his voice. "I need it for these meetings…"
"Heh, yeah. Sure thing…"
Thankfully, he just smiled and followed the rest of the gang out of the library.
Buffy paused. "Hey, Faith. So I'll see you later?"
"Yep," she called to the other Slayer. Later? What was she talking about?
"And Faith? You feelin' okay? You look a little flushed…" Buffy frowned for a moment and then wandered off with a shrug.
She closed her eyes, silently laughing. They didn't have a clue. Well, most of them.
She cautiously cracked one eye. Yep, still staring right at her. Might as well face the music.
"Did you…enjoy the meeting?"
Her eyes opened and she managed a bit of a smirk. "Yeah, I really learned a lot."
"I was under the impression you weren't listening to a single word I was saying."
He started gathering the books, strewn across the library tables, pausing to mark a page here and there.
"Well, I was listening to your voice…Does that count?" She reached for the books in front of her and, when he nodded, went ahead and closed them, building a wobbling tower out of them.
"Why do I bother?" He was mumbling mostly to himself, though under the annoyance she thought she heard a thread of amusement.
"Because you want us to be the best little Slayers we can be?" she chirped.
He sighed, "Faith…".
Uh oh. He was actually annoyed. "Look, I'm sorry. My mind just kinda wandered and, you know," she shrugged, "there you were, with the talking and the eye squinching and HELLO? Circulation desk?! A girl can only take so much!"
She carried her teetering stack over to him and sat them down with a thump. "Can I get the high points of what I missed?"
He didn't even look up. "You. Buffy. Patrol. 9 pm. Looking for more information on this Ascension."
"Cool. Guess I'll be running along now." She turned and started to leave, then paused. She threw a saucy look back over her shoulder. "And Giles?"
She waited until he looked up. "One month," she mouthed silently, before continuing on, humming a happy little tune under her breath.
He waited as her footsteps receded before dropping his head to the stack of books and laughing, loudly.
He laughed until he could barely breathe, until his eyes started tearing up.
All he could think was that he couldn't start an entry in his Watcher's diary with,
Today Faith managed to give herself an orgasm calmly sitting in the middle of the library, while completely ignoring the important strategic discussion going on around her. Her friends, not more than two feet away, were none the wiser and I have to believe that was, in no small part, the allure of such an action on her part. It is a small consolation that, should we fail to stop the Ascension, at least one person will be relaxed and happy when the world ends.
END.