Title: Dressing Giles 1/2
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 4/11/01
Spoilers: Through The Body, to be safe.
Summary: Vamps are rough on clothing. Fortunately, our Slayer knows a thing or two about fashion...among other things.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Distribution: Gabi, Robin2, Dee, Emryld, And Mel if they want it, UCSL. All others, ask and ye shall receive.
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.
Dedication: To Savage, who always loves my nekkid Giles stories so much. Also to Gail, Liz, and Donut without whose twisted minds much of this fic would never have entered my twisted mind. Thanks guys!

"Buffy! Behind you!"

The Slayer whipped around and plunged her stake into the chest of her fourth vampire of the evening. She turned on the fifth with an air of menace.

She stopped cold when she realized the female vamp was using her Watcher as a shield.

"You won't kill me, Slayer! Not while I hold your Watcher. And just to make it more interesting, watch this!"

Long-nailed fingers rent the cloth of Giles trousers as he breathed an embarrassed "Oh dear lord!" and the pants slid off his long legs to the ground. Buffy couldn't help staring at the lean legs, the thigh muscles of one beginning to twitch. She would never have guessed that he'd be wearing such short, silky boxers underneath.

The vampire upped the ante by ripping the shirt from his finely-muscled chest as well. She began to run one crimson fingernail in light circles around his nipple even as she licked the line of his jugular vein.

Buffy stood transfixed by the scene until the vampire's other hand crept down to the waistband of Giles' dark green boxers. The already impressive bulge in them began to grow, despite his obvious struggles.

No scuzzy two-bit vampire ho was going to rape Buffy's Watcher before her eyes!

With a cry of rage the Slayer lunged forward and tore Giles from the vampiress' arms and plunged the stake into her heart. For one surprised moment she stood, then crumbled to dust.

Buffy ran to where Giles had landed.

"Giles! Omigod, are you okay?"

The Watcher pulled himself into a sitting position against a headstone and tried to find a way to cover more of his body. Unfortunately, all he had left were his boxers, socks and shoes.

"More embarrassed than anything else. At least I wasn't knocked unconscious this time."

He rose to retrieve his shirt and pants. Both had been utterly destroyed.

"Oh dear. These were my favorites, too." He held up the charcoal gray rags that had graced his legs not minutes before. "And I should know better by now than to even try to own a black shirt on the Hellmouth. Something always happens to them."

Still, he pulled the black tatters over his shoulders in an effort to achieve some level of modesty.

Buffy continued to stare in silence. Giles should have looked ridiculous in his boxers and the shredded remains of his shirt. Normally, she would have been joking about being scarred for life by the experience of seeing him wear so little. Somehow, though, she couldn't. It might have had something to do with the circumstances of his near nudity. Nothing in the world scared Buffy more than the idea of losing Giles.

Or maybe it had something to do with the warm ball of arousal that she so did not want to believe was forming in her belly.

Before she could decide the answer to the question, she found her tongue.

"Well, we'll just have to go shopping then, won't we?"

"Sh-shopping? We?"

"Duh. They were trashed on patrol, so I feel like I owe you. Besides, I could dress you a lot better than you do."

"Thank you for the compliment" he responded dryly.

"Oh come on, Giles, I didn't mean it like that. Your fashion sense has come a long way since tweed, but I'm good at this. And you've really got a great bod - which I can't believe I said out loud. If you let me help you, I could make you look totally terrific."

He grinned even as he flushed a deep and becoming shade of pink.

"A great bod, hmm?"

"Greater than anyone would guess the way you layer yourself. Tell you what, tomorrow's Saturday. Get Will to help out at the store and you and I will go mallratting."

"And what about Dawn? Will she come trailing after us?"

"No way. I'll get Xand to take her to a movie or something. We'll spend the whole day together and get you a brand new wardrobe."

"I thought you were only getting me a shirt and a pair of pants."

"Hey, just be glad I decided to be generous. You pay for the rest yourself out of that big wad of back pay the Council gave you, and I act as your personal shopper. Deal?"

"Would it do any good at all to say no?"

"Not a chance. Pick me up at 9:30 and we'll make you into a whole new you that the women will go crazy for."

She tried to ignore the voice in her head that told her she'd stake anyone he looked at.

Giles, meanwhile, tried very hard not to see the image that immediately popped into his brain as soon as Buffy mentioned dressing him. It was entirely too much to hope that she'd ever add an 'un' to that word.

*****

That night, Buffy slept restlessly. She dreamed about the battle she and Giles had fought. This time, however, when the vampiress was gone, she ran to Giles and covered his face in kisses, which he returned with passion. Dream Buffy became more and more wanton. She reached into the tiny silk boxers to encircle the turgid rod within them. Dream Giles got the idea immediately and began to undress Dream Buffy.

In no time at all, Dream Buffy and Dream Giles were completely naked and making love in the cemetery. They fitted perfectly in this as in so many other aspects of their lives. Dream Giles was tender and skilled as a lover. Buffy moved restlessly as her dream counterpart writhed underneath him.

When Dream Buffy found her release, Buffy woke up panting and sweaty and hovering on the verge of her own orgasm. Too close to care about waking Dawn, she snaked a hand between her thighs and stroked herself until she had to bury her face in the pillows to keep from screaming too loudly.

She lay back, utterly spent, and finally allowed herself to wonder.

She wanted Giles. Could he ever want her?

*****

Giles lay in his bed, still panting from the strength of the climax he had just experienced. In his dreams, Buffy had been in his arms, and he had been in her. By the time he'd wakened, he was desperate for release. It had taken only a few strokes to cause his seed to spurt over his belly and chest...not to mention the sheets.

He cleared away the mess as best he could with tissues. He would change the sheets in the morning.

And spend the entire day with Buffy dreaming of things that could never be.

*****

"I really don't need so many clothes, Buffy."

"Of course you don't need that many. You won't buy all of them. We need to compare and contrast all the different styles until we find what looks and feels best."

She handed him another armload of clothing through the dressing room door and returned to the racks to look for more.

A moment later, he was at her side, eyebrow raised, a pair of Speedos depending from his outstretched fingertips.

"And what, pray tell, is this?"

"It's a swimsuit. This is California. See, we have beaches here, and people swim at these beaches, but you have to wear something, so...swimsuit."

"This is not a swimsuit. I'm not even certain this qualifies as a scrap of cloth."

"It's what the swimmers wear at the Olympics."

"Now I know you didn't watch the last Summer Games. Most of the swimmers last time wore a sort of wet suit. If you insist on finding me a swimsuit, find one made of a bit more material."

He dropped the tiny suit into her hands and strode back to the changing room. Buffy looked at the suit, then at Giles' retreating backside. With a tiny whimper, she went to find another swimsuit.

Seconds after she had handed another suit to him, a roar of "Buffy" could through the store and an arm shot out to drag her into the cubicle.

An infuriated Giles thrust the trunks in Buffy's face.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Swimsuit number two?"

"It's the Union Jack, Buffy."

"I know. I thought maybe you'd like them since you're English and everything..."

"I will not wear the flag of my homeland across my posterior. It's disrespectful."

"So...not for you?"

"Not for me."

Buffy ducked her head.

"I'm sorry. I just thought they were sorta nice and maybe you'd like them. And everybody wears the flag here."

She began to sniffle dangerously. Giles did the only thing he could think to do; he pulled her into his arms to offer comfort.

Of course, Giles had forgotten that he'd been trying on shirts when he'd pulled Buffy in with him. Now he stood bare-chested with a weeping Slayer in his arms. Her warm hands on his back and her softly scented hair just beneath his chin were making it difficult to remain presentable.

He tried to concentrate on the driest Latin translations he could muster to mind. Somehow, though, Buffy's tears so begged to be kissed away that he couldn't remember his own name, let alone what some musty fool in a toga had said about duty more than two thousand years ago.

As Giles looked down, Buffy raised her head. When their eyes met, no words were needed. Giles reached up to brush her tears away, and Buffy leaned into the caress. One large hand moved to cup her chin as he brought his lips down to bestow a small kiss on the tip of her nose.

Buffy grinned up at him and gave a small giggle before wrapping her arms more tightly around his waist. She rubbed her cheek against the crisp, yet silky hair on his chest. She couldn't resist placing a kiss directly over his pounding heart.

"Buffy..." he began.

"No, Giles."

"But, Buffy..."

"No. I want this. I want to be with you. Don't try to talk me out of it. I'm not a little girl, and I know what I want."

"And I'm terribly glad of that. What I was going to say, though, is that a dressing room in a store is a bit too public for my taste."

"Oh. I guess it is a little out-in-the-openy. Maybe I'll let you try on a few more things and we'll go back to your place."

"My thought exactly."

This time he kissed her full on the lips.

"Perhaps I don't need a black shirt after all."

"Yes you do, Giles. You have no idea how sexy you look in black."

"Really? Sexy?"

"The sexiest."

They kissed again, and with more passion than before.

Buffy grabbed a random shirt from the pile without even glancing at it.

"This one will be just great."

As she led him from the stall, he reached back and snagged the Union Jack trunks.

As a souvenir.

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