Title: B & B Weekend 1-2
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 9/20/00
Spoilers: Left and right. Through Season 4 of Buffy, and season 1 of Angel.
Summary: Buffy and Giles head off for a smutty weekend and meet up with their pasts.
Rating: R for this section. We'll head into NC17 territory soon.
Pairing: Buffy/Giles, some others as the story progresses.
Distribution: You want it, you got it. Just let me know where it goes.
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.
Note: This story was inspired by Weekend, by Beth C. which can be found on Tevye's wonderful site: B/G Writers Zone. Check it out.
Note 2: This is alternate universe, folks. In my world, Giles' Citroen will never die.



"Pleeease, Giles? It'll be so romantic. There's a lake, and a rose garden, and great big, soft beds in rooms with actual doors on them. It even says the bathtubs fit two."

Buffy twined her arms around Giles' neck, pouting seductively.

"And while we're off indulging ourselves, who will watch the Hellmouth?"

"The Scooby Gang is ready to do battle with the forces of undead evil, which, as you know, have been very, very quiet of late. Willow and Xander have talked Anya and Tara into helping out, too."

"You told them about this?"

He was appalled. Their relationship was so new, so surprising to both of them that they had decided to wait until they felt more certain of where it was going before informing the gang.

"Not all about it; just that we need to go away for a few days. To take care of a demony something. Nobody knows about us yet. Anyway, if we don't get out of town for some uninterrupted smoochies soon, I'm gonna have to carpe you right here in the living room, and you never lock your door. I'm so gonna have to punish you for that, you know."

She crawled into his lap and began to nibble his earlobe, flicking the hoop she found there with her tongue.

"Oh? And precisely how do you intend to punish me?" he managed, though he was beginning to have difficulty concentrating.

"By making you take me to Lakewood Cottage and have hot, naked, monkey sex for three fun-filled nights."

"You are entirely certain I'm being punished? That sounds rather more like a reward to me."

"Yes, but will you still say that on Monday?"

"If you've left me alive, I fully expect to do so."

"So does that mean we're going?"

Giles sighed, "Was there ever any doubt? I can deny you nothing, my love."

Buffy kissed him soundly. "That's what I like to hear, Sweetie."

*****

"Cordelia, where are the files on the Winwood case? I can't find them under W."

"Oh, well, it was that demon blackmail case, so I filed it under J."

The vampire stood looking befuddled.

"I don't get it."

"Joffrra demon, J, get it?"

"Goffrra demon. It's spelled with a G. And that's not the point."

"Look, Angel, just because you don't get the system is no reason to get all fangy with me."

Angel ran a hand over his face. No bumps.

"It was a figure of speech. look, you stop the nasties and I'll take care of the - Aaaaaahhh!"

Cordelia, overwhelmed with pain, dropped to the ground. Angel hurried to her side. He gripped her shoulders, both to comfort the girl and to help her focus as the agony subsided.

"What is it?" he asked when she recovered. Cordelia looked up with an expression of shock.

"It's Buffy. And Giles. They were both moaning and, and screaming, and there was this thumping noise. Oh, and a great big purpley demon thing."

"I'd better get to Sunnydale."

"No, you won't find them there. It was at an inn somewhere up north, I think."

"What was it called?"

I don't know, but I saw it. Oh, and oddly enough, I saw the URL."

"URL?"

"Website. I'll go online and check it out." She sat at the computer and began typing. "You know, if the PTB can join the digital age, you really ought to consider giving it a try someday."

"Cordelia, sarcasm can wait. Buffy's in danger." Angel paced; he hated having to wait for information when it came to protecting Buffy.

"Yeah, well Giles is too."

The vampire stopped in his tracks. Maybe...no. Buffy would kill him if he let Giles get hurt.

"Yeah. And Giles."

"Oh, here it is: Lakewood Cottage. It's a B&B with five guest rooms, a lake - hence the name - and a cute rose garden. Not cheap, either. Look at all the antiques! What are Buffy and Giles doing going to a place like this? It's way romantic."

"My guess is the purpley demon you saw in your vision."

"What, like they're just passing by and say 'look, there's a demon in that romantic B&B. Let's go slay it!' As if!"

"So what are you saying?"

One look at her employers' face made it clear she couldn't go there.

"I don't know. I mean, maybe they're undercover or something. Maybe she's bringing that Riley guy with her, and Giles is going to stay somewhere else, but the demon thing goes after him, too."

"Is there any history of demonic disturbances with this place?"

"Um, I think that's the sort of thing they usually skip in the brochure."

"I'd better make a reservation. I'll have to spend the weekend."

"Actually, I think I had better go."

"I can't sit here with Buffy in danger."

"Angel, you can't go."

"Why not?"

Cordelia punched up a photo on the site.

"See, the dining room is all big open picture windows. If you really think anyone will want to eat breakfast next to a big pile of sawdust, then by all means go ahead. I just don't think you'll do much good that way."

Angel glared at the screen. He hated those rare occasions when Cordelia was right.

Fine, but you're taking Wesley with you."

"Why would I do that?"

"He knows weapons, ancient texts, and a few spells. You don't. Besides, this place is a romantic retreat for couples in love. Won't it look strange if you show up alone?"

"This is punishment for something, isn't it?"

"Just think of it as a chance to hone your acting skills."

*****

Buffy got out of the shower and paused a moment to examine her naked form in the mirror. Skinny. She knew she was skinny, and an inexperienced kid. For all the times she and Riley had had sex, she was still naive in the ways of lovemaking. Their actions had followed a carefully scripted pattern every time. Somehow, Buffy had the feeling that Giles would want more than a few minutes of general petting followed by the missionary position with the lights off. Would she disappoint him? Would he be unhappy finding out for certain that she was a bottle blond? Would he want her to do something really kinky? What was she getting herself into?

*****

Giles stepped out of the shower and viewed his body critically in the bathroom mirror. When did he get so old? Even without the graying hair at his temples, and the silver threading its way into his chest hair, there were still the deep lines on his forehead and around his eyes. Not to mention the scars. So far the only ones Buffy had seen were the slight crook in his nose and the remains of the long, angry gash above his right eyebrow. What would she think, what would she say when she saw the reminders of his night with Angelus? Would she really want a battle-scarred old man with a nervous stutter and an embarrassing penchant for quiz shows? Would he be able to keep up with a Slayer in bed? What was he getting himself into?

*****

Buffy was uncharacteristically silent on the drive to Lakewood Cottage. Giles began to fear that she had changed her mind about making love with him, and so fell into a morose silence as well.

After twenty deadly quiet miles, Buffy spoke.

"Giles, could you pull off the road? We need to talk."

Giles dutifully stopped the car, his heart sinking.

"Buffy, I think I know what you are going to say, and I - I just want you to know that it's all right."

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. I mean, I know you wouldn't just say that."

"Of course not. I love you too much for that."

"I love you, too. I'm glad you're okay with this, 'cause I didn't know how to say it."

Giles pulled Buffy to him for a fierce hug.

"You will always have the whole of my heart, Buffy."

When he released the girl, he started the car again, turning it for home.

"Um, Giles? Isn't this the wrong way?"

Giles stopped the car again.

"You didn't want to return home, then?"

"Return? What the hell are you talking about?"

"You said you couldn't go through with this."

"When did I say anything so stupid? You just said you didn't care that I'm kinda, y'know...inexperienced."

"What? I thought you'd suddenly realized you were about to spend a dirty weekend with an old man."

"And I thought you'd suddenly realized you were about to spend the weekend in a sexual Romper Room, cause that's how much I know about bedroom techniques!"

They looked at one another for a long moment before bursting into laughter.

"Man! What a time for that whole non-verbal thing to break down! I guess it doesn't work for sex yet."

"Apparently not. I suppose we each let our insecurities get the better of us."

"Well, since we need to say it, I'll start. Rupert Giles, I love you, and think you're the sexiest man I've ever met. I can't wait to get you naked, and hope you'll teach me everything I need to know to keep you satisfied. And just so there's no nasty surprises, you should probably know that...well, not all my hair...matches."

"Buffy Summers, you are the most desirable woman I have ever known. All you need do is what comes naturally. Love and observation will teach you the rest. I love you, and cannot wait to get you naked, either. As for your surprising revelation, I hope you realize that as your Watcher, I did actually observe the bewildering number of shades of blonde your hair has been in the course of the past four years. I should have been far more surprised if any of those colors had turned out to be natural. Besides, with the amount of gray creeping into my hair, I really think I have no room to cast aspersions in the matter. I can only hope that I will...please you...in the way you think I will."

"Come on, Giles. You've...been with sophisticated women who actually know what they're doing. I mean, Olivia, and Ms. Calendar, and I don't even know who..."

He silenced her with a passionate kiss.

"In case you haven't noticed, I am here with you. I choose to be with you. But that wasn't precisely what I meant. I do have considerable...experience, and although I usually don't care to blow my own trumpet as it were, I haven't received any complaints in that regard. My concern was and is that I am twenty-seven years older than you, and I bloody well look and feel it. I'm gray and wrinkled and scarred. I want to please you in every possible way, but I fear that you won't find me terribly attractive once you see what's underneath the layers."

"Giles, you said you choose to be with me instead of women who know what goes on in the Kama Sutra. You think I couldn't be with some Joe College guy? Do you even remember my poor decision making skills that led to Riley Finn? Parker Abrams? Any of this ringing a bell in that huge brain of yours? I know how old you are, and I know you don't have vampire healing, and I know you've been through a hell of a lot in your life. Wanna know what else I know? I know that you have gentle, strong hands. I know that you look at me and see something to be treasured. And I know your face is the first thing I want to see every morning, and the last thing I want to see every night. I know that you are the only man in the world for me. And I know that's about the mushiest speech anyone ever made in the history of life, and I don't care if I sound like a Hallmark card."

"Actually, if Hallmark cards sounded as sweet as that, I might eventually grow to like them." He kissed her reverently. "Shall we continue to the inn, then?"

"Yup. I have some serious molesting to do to you, Giles, and I can't wait to get started. I just hope there's nobody else there this weekend. I don't want to share you with nothing or nobody!"

*****

"Chip? Are you finished fixing that pipe in the Ivy Room yet?"

"Hold your horses, Betty. I'm almost done."

"We've got a full weekend. No rooms to change people to if they have leaky faucets and such."

"Don't panic, dear, it'll be done soon. There! All better. Are you sure we've got enough food, or do I need to go to the grocery store now?"

"There's plenty in the pantry. Besides, those honeymooning couples never eat all that much. Got better things to do."

"Two sets in one weekend! Never had more than one newlywed couple at a time before. Don't think we've ever had a full weekend in October before, either. Sure hope the weather holds."

*****

"God, Wesley! You are so useless! Don't you even know how to put up the top on a convertible?"

Cordelia held the map over her head in a vain attempt to block out the raindrops.

"I do apologize. Obviously if I was getting wet too it would enhance my mental acuity. Oh no, I tell a lie: I am getting wet and I'm still utterly incompetent."

"I don't see why you would think drowning would make you smarter. Why did Angel insist I bring you along again?"

"He felt you should have someone with you who knows something about demons and using weaponry. I've no idea why he thought I should bring you along. I sincerely doubt that Buffy and Mr. Giles are in danger from a fashion faux pas likely to result in the end of the world."

"Wesley! That was the turn off! Go back!"

"I will as soon as I can find a safe place to turn the car around."

"I can't believe I'm stuck in a room with you all weekend. What did I do to deserve this?"

*****

"Wow! I must've done something right to deserve this!"

Buffy twirled giddily in the middle of the room. Everything was decorated in soft tones of peach and a muted, leafy green. A brass bed dominated the view, complimented an overstuffed love seat, a wooden bookcase filled with pretty old volumes, and a small oriental rug. Unlike so many bed and breakfast establishments, country cute was not the theme. A vase of white roses stood on the dresser next to an ice bucket and a pair of glasses. The bottle chilling was sparkling apple juice.

"I wonder if all the rooms are set up so temperately, or if they guessed you were too young to be given wine legally." mused Giles.

Buffy merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really care. Just pour me a glass and let's toast love. I'm plenty drunk on that already."

Giles smiled indulgently as he complied. "To love, and to new beginnings."

"I'll drink to that."

part 2

"I so need a drink! If Angel ever thinks he's getting off the hook for this one, he'd better think again."

"Apple juice?! I thought American Bed and Breakfast establishments generally provided wine. Apple juice!"

"Great! So not only does Angel stick us together for a weekend of fun, he blabs that I'm not legal. Just once I want to get drunk to make it through a job and my undead boss blows it!"

"What on earth do you mean you're not legal? You're past eighteen."

"I'm fine for the sex thing, but I'm not supposed to drink until I'm twenty-one. Not that I'm planning on much sex this weekend either. Not with a man who, aside from being probably the second most annoying person I know, also kisses like a flounder."

"That's not what you said the last time."

Cordelia glared at Wesley.

"Okay, you'd improved. You made it up to halibut."

"Precisely how many different varieties of fish have you kissed? Your comparisons have a clinical accuracy that causes one to assume you have spent the better part of your life in a fish hatchery becoming overly intimate with the denizens of the pools."

"Y'know, I'm just gonna rise above these insults. And when we get home, I'm so gonna hurt Angel for this."

"Not if I get to him first."

*****

"So, what should we do now?"

Giles took Buffy's hand gently into his own.

"There's no rush, dearest. We can take this as slowly as you wish."

He gathered Buffy to him, stroking her back.

"What if I don't want to go slow?"

She used one finger to draw imaginary circles on his chest. Her eyes met his. They repeated the action with their lips.

"That would also be more than acceptable." His mouth quirked into a delicious half-smile.

"Then I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable. You might want to do the same thing, 'cause I don't want a lot of buttons and stuff in the way."

She grabbed her suitcase and headed for the bathroom. Giles grinned after her for a moment, then shook his head slightly to clear it and began to make his own preparations.

When Buffy returned, she was wearing a silky ivory-colored nightgown with matching negligee. The outfit was simple, lovely, and surprisingly modest. Giles had to remind himself to breathe after a moment.

"You look exquisite, Buffy." He held out his hand. She took it and let him lead her to the bed.

"You don't look so bad yourself." she answered, suddenly shy at the sight of her former Watcher clad only in black pajama bottoms and a forest green robe; a robe which allowed a tantalizing glimpse of his chest hair.

They sat on the edge of the bed as Giles removed his glasses, placing them on the night stand next to a small pile of discreet foil packets. Buffy couldn't help blushing at the sight.

"Um...Giles? How many of those do you think we're gonna go through?"

"As many, or as few as you please. I didn't put them there to pressure you, but for the sake of convenience. It would rather spoil the moment if I had to go rooting through my luggage to find one" He smiled and brushed her cheek with one hand. "From now on, everything that happens tonight is up to you. If you become uncomfortable at any time, simply tell me and I will stop though it kills me to do so."

"Not really interested in committing Watchercide." She leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips met gently at first, just barely brushing one open pair against the other repeatedly. Finally Giles' tongue snaked out slightly to flicker against Buffy's mouth. She opened more fully to him as he eased her back onto the bed.

The kisses deepened, becoming more passionate, more demanding. Buffy began to make small moaning sounds, despite her best efforts to hold them back.

"It's all right, Buffy. I want to hear you enjoying this" Giles whispered in her ear. "Let me know how good it feels."

With that, he began nibbling on her earlobe. He smiled as she gasped and squeezed his shoulder a little tighter.

Giles began trailing open kisses down Buffys' jaw, and then down her throat as he petted her hair with one hand and her ribcage with the other. She, in return, ran her fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to groan and give a shiver of delight.

Soon both felt the restrictions of clothing becoming too great. Buffy began to ease Giles' robe from his shoulders. He sat up, but made no move to divest himself of his covering. Instead he took Buffys' hands and placed them on the belt, his eyes never leaving hers. She quickly took the hint and untied the strip of silk, sitting up to finish pulling the garment off.

Giles remained sitting still, offering Buffy the chance to explore his bared torso. Her eyes raked over his chest, followed by one tentative hand.

"I like the chest hair." She sounded a bit surprised. "It feels nice."

Giles closed his eyes and made small sounds of pleasure in his throat as Buffy continued her explorations.

Suddenly, her hands stopped. Giles opened his eyes to see what had caused her inaction. The girl stared at his body in horror.

"How much of this is my fault?" she ran her hands over the scar tissue as if she could erase the wounds that had disfigured him. "Why didn't you ever tell me? I did this, didn't I?"

"Buffy, you are not in any way to blame."

"He did this to you. And I'm the one who made him lose his soul. I did this to you."

"Buffy, listen to me, you had no way of knowing what would happen. You are entirely without blame in this. Yes, I have a few scars, but do you really think all of these come from that night? Shall I point out the one from when Jenny shot me with the tranquilizer gun? And what of the ones from my Ripper days? I had plenty of scars long before you came into my life. You are not responsible for any of them."

"What about this one? What did he do to you to make that one?" her fingers trailed down the ragged scar on the right side of his belly, much of it disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

Giles' lips twitched as he tried to suppress the smile. "That, my dear, is from the appendectomy I had in 1974."

"Huh?"

"I had appendicitis. A surgeon removed my appendix and the operation left quite the nastiest looking scar I possess. Still, considering the fact that the alternative was death, I consider it a small price to pay."

"I just walked straight into that one, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, rather." He dropped his gaze. "I just - that is to say, I hope...I would understand if you didn't want..." Buffy put her fingers to his lips.

"But I do want. Don't you understand? I love you, and I want to make love with you. I just wigged a little when I saw all the war wounds. No matter what you say, most of them wouldn't be there if it weren't for me so yeah, I feel kinda guilty. That doesn't mean you aren't attractive. You are to me."

Giles clutched Buffy to him. Had she not been the Slayer, his embrace might have been painful. As it was, she simply held him, murmuring soft words of comfort and assurance. Under her hands she could feel more scars on his back, but decided explanations for those could wait. All that mattered in that moment was to make him know he was loved and wanted.

When she felt his hold relax slightly, Buffy began to caress Giles' back and kiss his shoulder. The Englishman responded by taking Buffys' head in his hands and lavishing wet kisses on her lips, his tongue invading her mouth hungrily. His hands left her blonde tresses and began to wander over her body.

"Please, Giles" she moaned. He knew what she wanted. In seconds, her negligee had joined his robe on the floor, and he was removing her nightgown.

"Beautiful, so beautiful" he breathed as he looked at her body.

Giles moved over Buffy, kissing her as his hands explored her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs, finally moving one hand to the dark forest of curls that hid her sex from him. Her cries of passion drove him wild with desire. Never had he wanted a woman as much as the one writhing beneath him now. She was so open, so wet, so responsive to his lust.

Buffy was hardly a passive partner in the encounter. She kissed every part of Giles she could reach with her lips and tongue. Her hands were busy petting his nipples, running through his hair, clutching his ass cheeks as she thrust her hips against his rock hard penis.

Finally Giles pulled back to remove the final barrier of clothing. Buffy followed him and reached out to drag the pants off his hips. When she reached for his cock and began to stroke it, Giles threw back his head with a harsh cry. Reluctantly, he put his hand over hers to still it.

"Wait! If you keep that up, it will all be over in a matter of seconds. I want to be inside you, want to give you all the pleasure I can."

Giles simply held Buffy close for a moment, then began to encourage her to lay back on the bed. He then reached for the pile on the nightstand and rolled on a condom. His hand returned to Buffy's hidden folds. He lightly petted her clitoris until her hips bucked involuntarily.

"Do you like that?" he murmured. "Do you want more?"

"Yes! Oh God, I want you so much!"

With that, he moved his head between her legs and began to greedily drink her nectar. His tongue dipped into her wet channel, fucking her steadily until she couldn't hold back her excitement. With a wordless shout, Buffy climaxed. Before she could come down from her orgasm, Giles moved up her body and drove his hard length home.

Their pace was fast and hard. With every powerful thrust, the headboard hit the wall and both cried out in their pleasure. Buffy howled as Giles took her over the edge again and again until he couldn't hold back his own release any longer and shot his burning seed into her, crying out her name in his agony of pleasure.

*****

Cordelia tried to ignore the sounds emanating from the next room. The moans and the banging headboard were making her think of how much she wanted someone to do that to her. Wesley was being no help at all, simply sitting there looking embarrassed and occasionally running his finger under his collar in an uncomfortable manner.

"My word, they do seem...enthusiastic."

"Ya' think, Wes?" Cordelia shifted uneasily trying to relieve the pressure building between her thighs. Great. Just what she needed. She was becoming a pervert getting off on hearing other people have sex. There was something else, though. Something about the voices seemed vaguely familiar.

"Oh my God! Wesley, I think that's Buffy in there."

"Are you sure?"

"I know her voice. That's definitely her. Yuck! I so did not need to hear this."

"At least it would appear that she and Riley have a...good relationship."

"Do you know what kind of car Riley drives?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing." She didn't want to think what she was thinking, but she felt sure that she had seen Giles' car in the parking lot. Surely there couldn't be two beat up silver Citroens this close to Sunnydale. That thought acted like a seriously cold shower.

Wesley sat even more rigidly than before, his mouth gaping."Cordelia, do you know where Riley is from? He's not English, by any chance, is he?"

"Well Angel kept referring to him as 'Farm Boy', so I'm thinking not. Come on, Wes, put it together."

"Good lord! I believe that's Mr. Giles in there! What on earth are they doing?"

"What does it sound like?"

"You can't possibly think...but they can't be..."

"Oh please! Like you're actually surprised. Of course Buffy is with Giles. And it's about time if you ask me."

"But, but he was her Watcher."

"Is that the best reason you can come up with?"

"What about her feelings for Angel?"

"Am I really the only one who saw that once he got back from Hell it was all about guilt on her side? She kept thinking she owed him. The sparkage wasn't there any more. It was sorta like she was keeping up a habit she just couldn't figure out how to break - like he was a pack of cigarettes or something. If she was really still in love with Angel, she wouldn't be with Giles of all people. She'd be with someone safe. Like a farm boy."

"I think you'll find you're mistaken, Cordelia. A love such as the one Buffy and Angel shared doesn't happen every day. She will always love him."

"Duh! But that doesn't mean she can't move on. Everyone gets over their first love and finds someone else. It doesn't mean you don't care, just that you don't stay stuck. Buffy wasn't Angels' first love, so he can't really move on. Not to mention if he does we could all wind up dead in really unpleasant ways. But Angel was Buffys' first love and that never works out."

"Oh lord; this was what you saw in your vision, wasn't it? Buffy and Mr. Giles in...in..."

"Bed? Well, I didn't get it at first, but I guess so."

"What about the purple demon you saw?"

"What about it?"

"Do you think we could convince it to kill us before we have to tell Angel about this?"

*****

Buffy and Giles lay quietly basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Her head was pillowed on his chest, her hand lazily playing with the crisp curls. Giles wrapped his arms a little tighter around his lover and kissed the top of her golden head.

"Mmmm...that was amazing."

"I do believe you've hit on the only word to describe it. I love you, Buffy."

"I love you too, Giles. Though I guess after that I should probably call you Rupert."

"After that, my dear, you may feel perfectly free to call me Tinkerbell should you feel so inclined."

"Nah. I think we just proved you're not a fairy."

Giles chuckled and drew her face to his for a gentle kiss.

"So it wasn't so very gross after all?"

Buffy tugged on a handful of chest hair.

"Ouch! Dammit, Buffy, that hurt!"

"If you bring up bad Buffy jealousy moments, you get punished." she smirked.

She was rewarded with a sharp slap on her bottom.

"Hey! What's that all about?"

"Act like a child and you'll be treated like one" Giles grinned.

"I'm not a child" she pouted.

"Prove it" Giles challenged.

And she did. Twice more.


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