Title: Night Off
Author: Jacinta
I was thinking of whether or not to post this now, or wait till Wenchies birthday.... but since she's such a great mommy I'll give her to her now as an early present :) HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY WENCHIE!
Disclaimer: Joss and Co. owns everything. I own nothing but my warped mind.
Pairing: B/G
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 5 - Set a few months after 'Spiral'
Distribution: Gabi if she wants it, theLIST too. Anyone else just ask.
Summery: Buffy goes to Giles’ flat after patrol for her backrub, among other things ;)
Dedication: Happy Birthday Wenchie J
Feedback: Yes please… pretty please…don’t make me beg, it hurts the knees…
Authors Note: This story follows on from Day Off…and no Milkie, it is NOT part of the Getting Off series! There IS NO Getting Off series!! :p
Beta Note: yes there is, you just have yet to realize this little fact.....*g* Well, I was going to thank you for your help while writing and for doing the beta, but if your gonna be like that, then I won’t! So there :p
"And if I didn’t need to go get ready for patrol tonight, I might just make you show me what you had in mind."
"You still need to report in to your Watcher afterwards though," replied Giles, his hands making small circles on her lower back.
"Only if my Watcher promises to give me a nice back massage when I get there."
"I think that could be arranged."
"Good" said Buffy as she pulled his head down for a tender kiss, reluctantly pulling away to pack up her things.
They walked together hand in hand back to their cars, parting after another long tender kiss. "See you tonight Luv."
"You betcha."
With a final quick kiss, they hopped in their cars and drove off to their respective homes, eagerly awaiting tonight’s rendezvous. Both were glad to have had a very relaxing and rewarding day off down at the beach.
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Buffy made her way swiftly through the cemetery, hoping to finish her patrol as fast as she could. All night her mind had wandered, thinking about what was to happen later at Giles’ apartment. Her body was a mix of nervousness and anticipation, causing her to repeatedly stop and calm down, taking deep breaths and clearing her mind. After what seemed to be the hundredth time for her, she stopped and closed her eyes, trying to refocus on slaying and not Giles.
"Geez Buff, get a grip. You’re gonna end up getting yourself hurt or even worse if you don’t start concentrating!" she scolded herself. That seemed to do the trick, as visions of how upset Giles would be if anything happened to her filled her mind.
Buffy opened her eyes just in time to see a vamp rushing towards her. She managed to roll out of the way as it lunged. Knowing that he’d missed his one true chance of defeating her whilst she’d been distracted, the vamp regained his footing and kept running, away from Buffy.
Pushing herself back up and turning around, Buffy yelled at his retreating form,
"Hey, get back here!" She took off after him, zigzagging around the headstones. The vamp jumped over a hedge wall and into a private section of the cemetery. Buffy followed close behind, somersaulting in the air as she cleared the hedge. Unfortunately for her, the vamp was waiting on the other side. He grabbed her mid-air and threw her towards the small pond nearby. She landed on her back in the middle, water spilling out over the edge of the small pool.
As it started to seep into her clothes and the smell infiltrated her nostrils, Buffy realized just how rancid the water was. With a growl she leapt up and launched at the vamp, "That does it!"
He didn’t stand a chance. After only a few kicks and punches she had him on the ground, a stake impaled in his chest. The resulting dust intermingled with her wet clothes and hair, making her even filthier.
With a resigned sigh, Buffy got up and trudged her way to Giles apartment, giving up on any more slaying lest something else bad happen. The occasional muttered ‘eeeewww’ or ‘this feels SO gross’ could be heard as her feet squished in her shoes and her pants stuck to her legs as she walked. By the time she reached his apartment, Buffy was in a very foul mood. She felt horrible, looked even worse and was just about ready to pulverize anyone who even dared speak to her. Just as she was about to head up the path to his door, Spike came out from behind some bushes and approached her.
"New fashion in the Slayer World hey Luv?" he asked with a smirk.
Buffy’s response was to glare at him as she kept walking past. Getting no reaction from her, he was determined to see how far he could push her before she snapped.
"You know, slumming in the sewers doesn't do you any favors. Come by the crypt next time you are looking for something... different." Spike added as he came up alongside her, giving her a leering look.
She didn’t even break her stride as her arm lashed out, sending him spinning backwards to land hard on the ground.
"Bleedin hell Slayer, can’t ya take a joke?" he retorted as he slowly got to his feet, holding his nose to stem the flow of blood. "You better not have broken it!" he yelled at her retreating form. Her reply was a very unladylike hand gesture.
"Bitch," Spike muttered under his breath as he started to head off back to his crypt.
"I heard that!" Buffy yelled back.
"You were meant to!" he shouted grumpily.
The sight of Giles’ front door never looked as welcoming to Buffy as it did right now.
She made her way across the courtyard and took a deep breath before knocking slowly. While she waited for him to answer, her anticipation again grew strong, causing her stomach to twist in knots.
Inside, Giles was coming down from the loft, slipping on his shirt as he made his way to the kitchen to check on the late dinner he was preparing, when he heard the knock.
"I wonder who that could be? Buffy isn't due for a while yet." Giles mumbled as he turned and headed to the door. With a quick glance out of the security window he saw that is was indeed Buffy.
Giles opened the door and continued on his way back to the kitchen as he spoke.
"Hello Buffy. I was just about to check on our din…" His words trailed off as he glanced back and got his first look at her, almost tripping over his own feet in an effort to stop.
"Dear god Buffy, are you alright? What happened?" he asked as he rushed back to her.
"The short version? Vampire, yucky pond, Buffy got wet, vampire got dusted, end of story," she said glumly. "Oh yeah, almost forgot... I think I broke Spike’s nose too," she added, the corners of her mouth upturning slightly.
"Broke Spike’s nose… why? What did he do?" ask Giles, bewildered.
Her face turned serious again as she answered, "He dared to make fun of a very uncomfortable, very miserable and extremely pissed off Slayer."
Giles clamped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing as he gestured for her to come further inside, unable to stop the small chuckle that came from his throat.
"I need a shower," grunted Buffy as she stormed inside and headed straight for the bathroom. From the look she gave him as she went by, Giles knew his reaction had been the wrong one somehow, especially after hearing a muffled "men!" as she slammed the bathroom door behind her.
"Well done old chap," sighed Giles as he closed the front door, going back to the kitchen to check on their food, then heading back up to the loft to find some clothes for Buffy to wear. After delving into almost every draw, the only thing he could find that might suit her was a checkered flannel shirt and a light blue denim shirt. Not sure which she would prefer, he decided to take both and let her choose.
Making his way to the bathroom door, he hesitated for a few moments before gently knocking. "Buffy, may I come in?" He wasn’t sure if the grunt of reply was a negative or an affirmative, so he carefully opened the door and walked in far enough to drape the shirts across the towel rack. Grabbing her soiled clothes, he quietly left to put them in the washer.
Buffy released the breath she had been holding after she heard the door close behind Giles as he left. Now that she’d had a chance to clean most of the grime from her body, she had calmed down considerably from when she had first entered his apartment. She realized now that Giles was most likely not laughing at her when she came in, but at what she had done to Spike. Judging by the way he had cautiously entered and left the bathroom, she figured he was feeling like a heel right now.
"Way to go Buff… just had to pass on the crappiness didn’t you..." Buffy sighed and then added wistfully, "This day was going so well before..." With another sigh, Buffy grabbed the shampoo and started on her hair, the aroma engulfing her. Closing her eyes, the smell of Giles wrapped around her. She hadn't really thought about it before but it was true--the sense of smell was the strongest. Even the littlest thing, like shampoo, made her relate it to Giles.
She stayed like that for a few moments, spellbound by the sensations stirring within her, before rinsing out her hair and shutting off the water. Climbing out, she grabbed the towel and dried off; noticing the two shirts Giles had left for her earlier. Wrapping her hair in the towel, she picked up each shirt to appraise them. Despite how nice it was, the denim one reminded her too much of the light colored shirt she had seen Olivia wear. The checkered one, on the other hand, had looked mighty good the last time she had seen Giles wearing it; at the Magic Shop when they had been doing the last stock-take.
Setting the denim shirt back down, Buffy slipped on the checkered, only doing up the last few buttons. The result of this was that the shirt gapped open to about her waist, revealing just the slightest hint of her breasts. Satisfied with the effect, Buffy removed the towel from her head, releasing the damp bangs of her hair. Taking one last look in the mirror, Buffy was satisfied with what she saw and decided it was now or never. Opening the door, she made her way down the little hall to find Giles.
Passing the kitchen entrance, she caught a glimpse of him standing before the stove.
Moving to lean against the doorframe, she watched him for a few moments. As Buffy gazed at him, she couldn't help take in and appreciate the image that presented itself. Barefoot, with a pair of black khaki pants cut to fit him perfectly in all the right places and topped off with a dark green silk shirt, hanging loosely from his broad shoulders.
"Hey," she said quietly to get his attention.
He turned his head slightly, but didn’t look directly at her. "Hi," he whispered in answer before turning back to his task.
"Want some help?" she asked, hoping to bring him out of his pensiveness.
"Well, the casserole is ready but you can set the table if you like," he replied. He pulled two bowls out of the cupboard and turned to hand them to Buffy.
The vision she presented as she slowly came towards him, dressed as she was, caused him to falter. The movement as she walked made the shirt gape open with every step. Losing control of all but the basic functions, Giles just stood there in stunned silence, the bowls slipping from his grasp. Even though he had seen much more of her at the beach earlier today, there was something infinitely more erotic about the way she looked now.
Buffy managed to catch the bowls before they hit the floor, saving Giles some more embarrassment at his reaction. With a sly grin, she turned and headed out to the dining room, giving Giles time to compose himself. By the time she had returned, Giles had moved back to the stove and was transferring the casserole into a serving dish. Placing the cooking pot back on the stove, he felt Buffy’s arms slide around his waist, holding him tight as she pressed against his back.
Buffy sighed contentedly as she snuggled further into his back, her hands slipping inside his open shirt to caress his chest and stomach. Giles brought his arms down to cover hers, giving a light squeeze as he felt the tension ebb away from his body.
"Sorry for taking my crankiness out on you before," said Buffy as she placed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. Twisting in her embrace to face her, Giles brushed back the few strands of hair that had fallen in her eyes, slowly tracing her cheekbone with his thumb.
"That’s alright Buffy. Quite understandable considering the circumstances," he replied before leaning forward to place a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Hmmm, you are just too good to me, you know that?" sighed Buffy, their skin connecting where their shirts gapped open as she snuggled against his chest.
"I try," was his smirked response, which gained him a light whack.
"Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring out our dinner."
"No… don’t wanna move… nice like this," was her muttered reply.
"Come on Buffy. I’ll give you a backrub if you sit down and have a little bit to eat?"
Buffy leaned back enough to see his face and smiled. "Okay. I was going to get a backrub anyway, but if this makes me get one sooner then I’ll play along."
"Oh how gracious of you," he said as he turned her around and gave her a smack on the bottom to get her moving. His hand hit her bare bottom; the shirt having ridden up a little at the back, revealing just a hint of tantalizing flesh. With a cheeky grin at him over her shoulder, she headed out of the kitchen, swaying her hips seductively as she walked.
"Oh, you are in big trouble tonight old man," Giles said to himself, unaware that Buffy overheard him. Both had matching grins as he turned to grab the casserole and Buffy sat down at the table.
They enjoyed a quiet companionable dinner, their conversation ranging from slaying to family and friends. A few times Giles was sure Buffy had deliberately dripped some of the casserole sauce onto her chest, just to torment him as she slowly wiped it off with her finger, then taking it into her mouth to suck it clean. ‘Turnabout is fair play’ he thought, so he occasionally made sure that some of the sauce got on his fingers; bringing them up to his mouth and lapping at them in long slow strokes, his tongue swirling around the fingertips before taking them into his mouth.
Clearing the dishes when they were finished, Buffy turned to Giles in the kitchen and drew him to her, lacing her fingers around his neck as his arms held her waist. "That was a wonderful dinner Giles. Thank you," she said as she pulled his head down, giving him a tender kiss.
With a smug grin Giles replied, "Well if that’s the reward, then remind me to make you dinner more often."
Buffy smiled and trailed her hands down his neck and chest, letting them rest on his stomach. "If memory serves, you owe me a backrub now mister."
"Well, how about we move upstairs so you can be comfortable whilst I do?"
Buffy regarded him for a few seconds, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"You just want to get me into your bed so you can have your way with me."
With a gasp of faked innocence, Giles placed a hand over his heart. "Oh Buffy, you wound me. Would I do something like that?"
"I hope so," she replied, stepping out of his embrace and making her way up to the loft.
Giles caught her halfway up the stairs, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to his bed. Laughing, they landed in a tangle of arms and legs, Buffy sitting astride his chest. Giles traced his hands up her thighs, slipping them under the hem of the shirt and up to hold her hips. Leaning down to kiss him, Buffy was taken by surprise as Giles took the opportunity to flip them, grinning wickedly before claiming her lips with his own and silencing her objections.
Buffy groaned at the feel of his tongue, exploring her mouth thoroughly before he moved to kiss his way along her jaw to her neck, nipping and suckling the soft skin as he continued his downward journey. Halting his progress just as he reached the valley between her breasts, Buffy pulled his head back up to hers.
"None of that mister. No having your way with me till I get my backrub." Giles elicited a groan as he ground his hips against hers, causing her to arch towards him, all the while pouting at her.
"Not going to work Giles. I will not be swayed. Backrub now, play later."
With a final thrust he moved off her, allowing her to flip onto her stomach.
Moving back to sit astride her thighs, Giles worked his way from her waist up to her shoulders, massaging in long slow strokes and stopping occasionally to work out any knots along the way. Reaching her neck, he worked his hands under the collar of the shirt and carefully pulled it aside, pulling it off her shoulders and down her back to pool around her waist. His hands then began their dance across her back again, soothing away the aches and stress of earlier.
Buffy was becoming so sensitized that she could feel every nerve tingling in her body, not just the places he was touching. Warmth spread throughout her as he continued on, his hands occasionally brushing against the sides of her breasts. Giles could hear her trying to hold back her moans and decided to see how much further he could take her. Moving his hands lower, he massaged down her back to the top of her bottom, pushing the shirt even lower as he concentrated on the muscles near the spine. Buffy was unable to bite back the low growl that came from her throat at the added sensations he was arousing. With a satisfied grin, Giles leant forward to whisper in her ear, "So you like that do you?"
Buffy’s response was a long, continual moan, causing him to chuckle as he moved back to massage his way down her body again. She didn’t think she could get any more aroused than she felt right now, but the more he touched her the greater her desire built. The emotions ebbed and flowed through her, creating in her such a calm safe place, her mind let go of all the worries of the day. The soft low moan coming from her throat soon gave way to another sound; that of her constant deep breathing.
Deciding he was finished with her backrub, Giles again leant forward, stretching his long frame along her body and nuzzling against her neck. The only response he received was a muffled sigh as she started to snore softly, burrowing into his pillow. Moving back to look at her face, Giles groaned and rolled to lie beside her.
"Wonderful," he muttered, sitting up to remove his shirt and pants before laying back in just his boxers, pulling the blanket up over them both. As he lay there watching her sleep, he smiled at the thought of how they would resume their activities when she awoke in the morning. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with visions of her.
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