Title: The Lift – Part Five in the ‘Love in
Motion’ SeriesTitle: The Lift – Part Five in the ‘Love in
Motion’ SeriesDate: 31st May 2003
Authors: Jacinta and Tag
Disclaimer: Joss and Co. owns everything we're just allowing the characters to choose their own path.
Pairing: B/G
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 5 - Set after 'Checkpoint'
Distribution: Gabi if she wants it, theLIST too, Tag’s site, Dee’s site, anyone else please ask first.
Summery: Plot what plot? Jac says there is one somewhere, maybe. Tag just can't find it.
Feedback: only if you want to, but it would be appreciated.
Dedication: To those original Giles Nuts that have helped badger, uhm... encourage us to write.
Authors note: Thanks to all the people giving us feedback and demanding more in the series and all the great ideas! J Our thanks also go to Sandy aka Milk for being our dedicated beta reader again.
Previously in ‘The Boat’:
“So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” asked Buffy.
“Well, after an early dinner I thought we might do some more exploring. Perhaps down to the stables, the barn and the gardens before it becomes too dark?”
“Sounds good. For now though, I plan on staying right here.” With that, Buffy snuggled further into Giles' side and closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. He pulled her closer to him as he too closed his eyes, both of them falling into a light sleep. Neither of them was aware of Thomas standing in the doorway. A small smile played on his lips before he silently closed the door and headed off to see how the preparations for dinner were proceeding.
And now, the continuance:
“Mr. Giles?” Thomas cautiously approached the sleeping couple. Giles slowly opened his eyes and searched out what had woken him.
“Mr. Giles, I’m awfully sorry to wake you up, but there’s a Mr. Travers on the phone and he sounds rather anxious to speak with you.”
Giles nodded at him and disentangled himself from his still sleeping companion. There was no need to get her all worked up over a call from Travers.
“Rupert Giles speaking.”
“Hello Rupert, Quentin here. How are you? Enjoying being back in England? How is your Slayer doing? Does she like our climate?”
“I’m quite alright, thank you.” <More than alright old chap, but no need to tell you that> Giles thought before continuing on with the conversation. “Yes it is rather nice being back in England, though I do not miss the wet winters. Buffy is fine and she hasn’t had a single chance to complain about the weather yet. So far the infamous ‘bad weather’ has yet to rear its ugly head.”
“That’s nice,” Quentin replied stoically.
“But Quentin, do tell. What is this call really about? I find it highly unlikely that you would call me-- on my vacation no less, just to hear how my Slayer and I are doing.”
“Ah, yes… always right to the point. Good to see you haven’t changed that much while you’ve been overseas. The Ruling Council would very much like to meet your Slayer and show her around our Headquarters. She is, after all, one of the greatest Slayers in history.”
“Yes she is. And she wasn’t trained by the Council from a young age. Neither has she received much help when she asked for it. But I shall bring her your invitation and then let her decide whether she wishes to see the Council -- and when.” Giles had no intention of letting his fellow Watcher know that a visit at the HQ in London had been included in his plans all along. Better to let him sweat a little. After all that little git did fire him a little over a year and a half ago.
“Yes, well… I was hoping you might be able to persuade her. Tell her the Council is ready to listen to her. We’d like to hear her ideas to improve the training of the future Slayers.”
“I shall of course do my best, but I will not make any promises.”
“And we don’t demand any. Just do your best Rupert.”
“Yes, always. Goodbye Quentin.”
“Goodbye Rupert.”
Giles hung up the phone and turned around to find Buffy standing two meters from him. “What did Travers want?”
“Hello to you too Buffy. Did you enjoy your nap? Travers wanted to invite us to London so you could meet the Ruling Council and might give them a hint as to what makes you different from the other Slayers…. what made you survive this long.”
“Oh, hi honey, yes I had a nice nap until my pillow disappeared.” She looked slightly annoyed with him, then moved forward and slid her arms around him. “I thought a visit to the CoW was on the plan all along?”
“It has been; Travers just doesn’t know that… yet.”
“Sneaky.”
”Now let him
sweat for a few hours before you let him know of your decision.”
“You really don’t like him eh?”
“Well… he did sack me if you remember.”
“I don’t want to.” She gave him a hug so fierce he thought he might crack a rib.
“Buffy luv, you can’t squeeze that event away, but you might crack one of my ribs and that would prevent us from doing any kind of exercising.”
“Oops sorry,” she said as she released the pressure but didn’t let him go. They remained that way till Thomas announced that dinner was ready.
“So Watcher-man, how will you persuade me to go and talk to the Council?”
“I have my ways.” He gave her a smile that said more than words ever could.
“Oh goody, I can hardly wait.”
Thomas had made the perfect romantic set-up, a small table to ensure intimacy-- candles and soft background music. Giles led Buffy to the table and nodded at the butler who clapped his hands twice. A door opened and a maid appeared with a large tray. As she approached the table she lifted the lid and revealed two plates each containing a half chicken, lots of vegetables, chips and gravy all placed artistically, looking nothing like the mess Buffy was used to when she had chicken.
“Uhm is it okay to eat this stuff with my fingers?”
“Of course, even the high and mighty people are allowed to eat bird with their fingers.”
Buffy giggled at the picture that suddenly invaded her mind, the Queen eating chicken with grease up to her elbows.
“What’s so funny?”
“You did say even the high and mighty ate chicken with their fingers right?” at his nod she continued, “Well I just imagined the Queen was as messy as Dawn when she eats chicken.”
He smiled fondly at her silliness and shook his head slightly. “Now eat before it gets cold. You wouldn’t want to make the cook angry now, would you?”
She answered him with a pout and gave him the puppy eyes. “You’ll defend me right? Stop the scary cook from harming your favorite Slayer right?”
“I shall give it a moments thought, and then I shall inform you of my decision.”
“Just for that you get to tell Travers where he can put his invitation.”
“That is not a punishment; that would be a pleasure.”
She poked her tongue at him but couldn’t keep the happy smile from invading her face. Then she remembered something and gave him a glare. “I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you for not telling your staff about you and me sharing a room…”
“And just when should I have told them? If I recall it right, when we agreed not to tell the gang anything yet, and how much alone time did I have between your birthday and our departure?”
“Okay I get your point, but still, you could have spoken up when we arrived here!”
“Oh I don’t know, I thought it might be fun sneaking around like school pupils hiding from the headmaster.”
“You did that??”
“Uhm well, yes I did it once.” He could feel the tip of his ears going red.
“Come on! Tell me!”
“I was 15 at the time, at boarding school with all the other young Watchers in training. Half a mile from our school was a girl boarding school. I had met her at a ball and we had agreed to meet again.”
“Did you get caught?”
“Of course not!”
Buffy just stared at Giles while he suddenly found great interest in everything else in the room but her. Chancing a glance, he found her still staring at him with an incredulous look on her face.
“No!” he all but shouted.
Her response was to raise one eyebrow, daring him to deny it again.
“Okay, so we got caught. That’s all I’m telling you!”
The other eyebrow went up.
“Forget it Buffy, I’m not going to tell you.”
She added a pout for extra effect.
“That’s not going to work this time.”
“Spoilsport,” Buffy huffed as she crossed her arms in front of her.
From over in the corner, Thomas bit back a laugh as he said, “Well if you would really like to know Miss Summers, I could give you the whole glorious tale, with full details and descriptions, any time you like.”
“Oh would I!” she replied, her pout having changed to a huge grin.
Giles turned to fix Thomas with a Ripper glare that would have made Spike tremble.
Thomas just raised an eyebrow. “That has never had an effect on me in the past sir, so what makes you think that it will work now?”
“Then how about you tell her and you can go look for a new job tomorrow.”
“You fire him and then you can forget about you know what ever again mister,” Buffy added.
“You wouldn’t?”
“Try me.”
“Fine,” Giles grumbled. “I’ll tell her,” he said while looking at Thomas and then turned to Buffy.
“Later, alright?”
“Yay me!” Buffy gave him a big grin and returned her attention to her meal.
They ate and chattered about anything that came to mind and before long dessert had been served and eaten, both feeling very full and contented.
As they rose from the table, Giles turn to address Thomas. “Could you get the cook to have breakfast prepared early tomorrow morning, we need to be on the road by 7am so we can get to the Council’s Headquarters as early as possible.”
“No problem Sir. Would you like me to come and wake you early in the morning?”
Giles didn’t miss the little smirk that came to Thomas’ lips as he asked that. “No thank you, I’ll be fine.”
After another little glare aimed at Thomas, Giles turned and took Buffy’s hand. As promised earlier, he took her on a quick tour of the stables and gardens, delighted that Buffy was enjoying herself even if they were doing something as mundane as wandering through the herb garden.
Before too long it was time to head back inside and prepare for bed. They went up the stairs together before going to their separate rooms; the maid was off for the night and neither Buffy nor Giles would make Thomas move her stuff into his bedroom.
Buffy hurried and got changed into her pajamas, put her robe on and snuck out in the hallway. Halfway to Giles room, she bumped into something solid.
“Oomph”
“Hey watch out!” she looked up at her Watcher which of course, was the solid thing she had bumped into. He had an amused look on his face.
“Are you not the one with enhanced senses? Shouldn’t you be the one to look out where you’re going, especially in a house you haven’t been to before?”
“Oh hush you. What are you doing out here?”
“Most likely the same thing you are doing.”
“Well I hope not, because there’s no way we can both use the toilet at the same time.”
“Buffy! And no, I’m not. I was just getting a drink before bed.”
Buffy trailed her fingers across Giles chest as she asked,
“And then perhaps we could…”
Her words were cut off as Giles stilled her hands.
“And then we will go to our beds and sleep. We have an early start tomorrow and I for one would like not to be falling asleep as I drive.”
Buffy pouted in response, but gave up when she saw he would not be swayed.
“Oh okay... Well unless you want a pool on the floor I better get moving.”
“Can't have that now can we?”
He gave her a tender kiss goodnight and moved out of the way, letting her go about her business while he went to fetch his drink
Early the next morning, Giles knocked softly on Buffy's door before entering the room. He sat on her bed and softly touched her shoulder, ready to get clear of her fists as there was no need to tempt fate or Slayer reflexes.
“Morning luv. If you want a shower before breakfast, you'll have to get up now.”
Buffy rolled over with a groan. “Don't wanna.”
“Then don't complain to me when the staff at CoW comments on your hair. I'll leave you to it as I’ve already had my shower. And I left you some hot water.”
“You better have!”
He left the room as quietly as he had entered it with a final comment. “Breakfast is in fifteen minutes.”
Giles had already finished eating breakfast when a very bleary-eyed and semi-grumpy looking Buffy made her way downstairs half an hour later. Glancing up from his paper, Giles thought better of saying anything to her until she had at least had some caffeine. Neither spoke as Buffy filled her cup with coffee and sat down wearily, cradling it in her hands and inhaling the aroma. Thomas appeared from the kitchen with a plate for her. She nodded her thanks to him and went back to starring at her cup.
“You know Buffy; the coffee won’t actually rise out of the cup and make its way down your throat by itself…”
Anything else he had to say was cut off by the deadly look she was now giving him. Giles wisely chose to go back to reading his paper and left Buffy to eat her breakfast in peace. He only spoke again when she had finished eating and Thomas was clearing away the plates. “We better get going now Buffy. I want to get this visit to the Council over with as soon as possible.”
“Do we have to go straight there, or will there be time for shopping?”
The tone of her voice clearly said that a no to shopping would not be appreciated and could lead to unpleasant consequences.
“Of course there will be time for shopping. We’ll start at the Council’s Headquarters and then go for some shopping. I promise I’ll show you all the famous shops.”
“That sounds okay, plus shopping will help me recover from having to be in Travers’ presence for more than a second.”
“Buffy…” Giles admonished with a smile.
“What??.... Oh alright, I’ll be good.”
With that she took Giles’ proffered hand and they headed outside to the car, gathering their things as they passed the foyer. By the time the car turned onto the main highway into London, a slight snore could be heard from the passengers’ side.
As they got closer to London, the traffic got heavier and in a way he was glad she was sleeping. Usually she would be chattering or distracting him in other ways from his driving and, since it had been a while since he had last driven left side of the road, he needed to concentrate. Buffy began to stir when the noise level increased as the made their way through the centre of London.
Stretching slightly before she turned to look at her lovers face. “Why the frowny face?”
His features softened. “Had a good nap?”
“Yeah I did, but you still didn't answer my question.”
“Sorry, I'm just trying to remember the fastest way to the Council and trying not to be caught going the wrong way on a one way street.”
“Is it much further?”
“No, only about ten minutes, perhaps fifteen, depending on the traffic.”
“Ya know, you should have gotten a bigger car, so you could just drive right over the top of all these annoying little cars…”
“Buffy!”
“What? I can’t help it if I’m grumpy. It’s not MY fault I didn’t get enough, or any, smoochies last night,” she answered with a pout.
“Buffy please, I told you last night why we couldn’t”
“I know, doesn’t mean I have to like it though,” she grumbled, her pout getting bigger.
“I’ll make it up to you later luv, I promise.”
Buffy mumbled something that resembled ‘You better’, before turning her head to stare out the window, not really noticing the people nor the old buildings they passed. She was still sitting like that as they pulled up in front of a large gate, Giles winding down the window to press the call button on the intercom station jutting up from the ground next to the driveway.
“Rupert Giles and Buffy Summers to see Mr. Travers.”
Some unidentifiable noise returned and a buzz indicated the gate was opening. Giles put the car in gear and drove slowly down to the parking level. He had to practically drag Buffy from the car and into the elevators, glad that she at least didn’t start kicking and screaming in her reluctance to meet with ‘those prigs’ as she so colorfully put it.
He pressed the button for the top floor before enclosing her in his arms.
“Promise me you'll behave and I'll treat you to lunch at the most expensive place you can find.”
She looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded.
“Pardon, I didn’t quite hear you,” Giles said with a smirk.
“I'll behave okay? Can I at least have a kiss before we meet the hyenas?”
“Hyenas?” he chuckled slightly before complying with her wishes.
They remained in each others embrace as the elevator slowly ascended, its archaic look masking the fact that it was better maintained than most modern types and in fact viewed as one of the most secure elevators outside Buckingham Palace. It was also a fact that neither of them gave a thought to (or damn about) when the elevator came to an abrupt halt half way to their destination, causing them to grab hold of the railing to maintain their footing.
“What the hell was that?” explained Buffy nervously.
“I don’t know,” mutter Giles in response, glancing around the confined space for any signs as to what may have gone wrong.
He went to move to the control panel but Buffy’s hand remained firmly attached to his arm.
“Buffy please, I need to get to the telephone to find out what’s happening.”
He could tell she was reluctant to let go, but she did so anyway, placing the hand that was holding his arm onto the rail; both hands now tightly wrapped around the metal bar. Giles quickly opened the panel below the buttons and pulled out the telephone, having to wait only a few seconds before receiving a response from a security officer.
After a few minutes of muttered and broken conversation, Giles replaced the receiver and walked back over to Buffy, placing his arms around her as she started to shiver.
“It’s all right Buffy; we’ll be out of here soon. They said it was just a temporary problem with the motor that shouldn’t take more than fifteen -- twenty minutes to fix.”
She wrapped her arms tightly around him as if she tried to squeeze the two of them into one physical being, that was when he realized the problem - his Slayer was claustrophobic. He needed to help take her mind of the situation before she panicked; she would never forgive him if she was anything but calm when they entered Travers’ office. Quizzing her about demons or where she would like to go shopping was out of the question; he doubted she would appreciate it and most probably turn on him for getting her into the elevator.
So he did the only reasonable thing he could think off that wouldn't tick her off; he bent his head while simultaneously lifting her chin with his right hand, brushing some stray hair out of her face with his left and captured her lips in a slow sensual kiss. He felt the tension slowly disappear as she responded to his ministrations, her arms loosening their tight hold and her hands moving to caress the muscles along his back.
Giles pulled back slightly when he felt Buffy’s hands move down his back to squeeze his bottom, drawing a groan from him as she rocked her hips towards his. The position made his back smart and soon he had her legs wrapped around his waist, moving them into the corner of the elevator so she was partially supported by the joining of the rails. Letting go of her lips, he started to nibble his way to her collarbone then back up to suck on her earlobe. He smiled slightly when he heard her moan.
“Like that do you?”
“I like this even better,” replied Buffy as she used her legs to draw Giles’ body even closer to hers.
He groaned when he felt her rubbing against his growing erection.
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<Authors Break>
“Do we really have to write another sex scene Jac? I mean everyone knows what’s going to happen now anyway… and we’ve already written oodles of sex scenes for all the other parts of this darn series. I’m Sick of writing them!”
“Me too Tag. I say stuff it, no more writing the bleedin’ things! We’ll just gloss over it and start up again after they’ve done it.”
<Beta> “Yes you damn well have to write it!"
<Dword> "GIMME SMOOCHIES!!!"
“Bugger… <sigh>Tag, I'm afraid we have to, unless you know how to hide from a lynching mob.”
“Bummer. I guess all we can say is there's no guarantee of the quality then *sigh*.”
<Beta> “Well you better make it good or I won’t be letting up on you two till it is!"
<Tag and Jac get a scared look in their eyes as they glance at their beta, then hurry back to finish writing the scene.>
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He groaned when he felt her rubbing against his growing erection. Then he felt her hands successfully un-tucking his shirt and hissed slightly when her cold fingers connected with the hot skin on his back. She trailed small circles with her nails making him shiver so he decided to return the favor.
Giles moved his hands down Buffy’s legs, then slowly back up under her skirt until they reached her panties. Grasping the edges of each side firmly he then yanked hard, ripping them at the seams and pulling them off, placing the torn garment in his pocket. During this time, Buffy’s hands had slid around to unbuckle Giles’ belt and undo the fastenings on his trousers, moving the fabric aside just enough to allow her to grasp him through his boxers.
He stilled her hand as she attempted to free his erection from this last barrier of clothing, moving his head back to grace her with a wicked smirk. “Not just yet luv,” he said as he moved her hands back onto the metal rail, his smile becoming even wider as he moved forward to whisper in her ear.
“Going down…”
His words sent a shiver throughout her body as Giles slowly started to descend, kissing his way down her throat, unbuttoning her shirt as he went. By the time his lips reached her stomach she was quivering uncontrollably, her body aching with desire; impatient for him to finally lavish attention where it was most wanted. If it wasn’t a necessity for her hands to remain on the rail to keep her from falling, she would have grabbed his head and pulled it to her groin. All she could do instead was raise her legs to place a foot on each rail, exposing her need to him fully; a giddy look sliding over his face at seeing her stretch that way.
With a final kiss to her stomach, Giles knelt down in front of her, his fingers tracing little patterns on her thighs as they moved up towards her center. Buffy groaned as his thumbs rubbed up and down beside her nether lips teasingly, never quite touching them, and his warm breath swept over her over-sensitized nub. Her groan turned into a gasp as his thumbs slid up to separate her folds and his head quickly descended upon her, his tongue and lips rapidly bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
Just as she could feel the tension reaching its crescendo, Giles’ mouth moved to place gentle kisses along her inner thigh; studiously ignoring her whimpers of protest. He kept up these tender caresses until he felt her body relax from its heightened state, and then move his mouth back to resume his earlier ministrations on her centre.
Again he stopped before she reached gratification, this time turning his attentions to her other thigh. Buffy almost screamed in frustration at again being denied fulfillment. The death glare she directed at him was met by a roguish grin as he gave a final kiss to her groin before making his way back up her body.
“That wasn’t very nice,” muttered Buffy as Giles kissed her neck, his hands slyly moving to free himself of his boxers.
Giles chuckled lightly and locked eyes with her once again before replying impishly, “You seemed to be enjoying it from my viewpoint.”
Buffy threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his face close to hers, their lips almost touching. “If you do that again and stop, I’m going to…”
Her words were lost in a husky groan as Giles thrust into her fully; his eyes still glittering wickedly at her as he asked, “You're going to what?”
In answer, Buffy yanked his head down to close the gap and thrust her tongue into his mouth, delighting in the throaty growl she elicited from him. His hips moved to match the rhythm set by her tongue, meeting her thrust for thrust, until neither could hold back any longer. With a guttural cry from their lips they came hard, feeling as though the whole elevator was shaking around them.
“Talk about the earth moving…” said Giles as he finally regained his breath.
Buffy raised her head to smile in response and saw the level indicator light moving. “Actually… that wasn’t the earth, it’s the elevator. We’re moving again.”
Giles turned his head quickly and saw that they were indeed moving. “Oh hell, we better hurry up and get dressed. There’s not too many floors left to go.”
They corrected their attire as fast as possible; Buffy stopping to glare at Giles and pointing at his pocket. “What do you think Travers would say if he knew what you’ve got in your pocket? Hell what would he say if he new I had no underwear on?! Eww, I don’t even want to think about him thinking about my underwear!”
“I would let you borrow my boxers but I don't think they'll fit under your skirt,” Giles chuckled in reply.
Before she could respond to his comment, the elevator arrived at its destination and the doors opened to reveal Travers himself, waiting with an insincere smile plastered on his lips. “Rupert, Buffy, so glad you could make it. Sorry about the trouble with the lift. Hope it wasn’t too inconvenient a wait for you?”
“Not at all Quentin, we managed to pass the time rather enjoyably.” replied Giles, his face giving nothing away.
“Excellent, well shall we get on with the tour?”
“Of course, lead the way.” said Giles, placing his hand at the small of Buffy’s back as they walked off.
Meanwhile, up in the security room, a lone junior Watcher sat in his chair, nervously pulling at his collar and tie, wiping the sweat from his brow. In front of him were rows of security camera screens showing various locations around the Watcher Council’s Headquarters, but his eyes were focused solely on one screen - the one linked to the hidden camera in the main elevator. The one on which he had just witnessed something that he would never be able to clear from his mind, not in a million years.
Sitting there trying to regain his composure, a sudden horrible thought entered his mind – the surveillance tapes. Without thinking twice he moved to the video recorders to find the correct tape. Rewinding it back to before they entered the elevator, he then set it back up to record again, wiping over the evidence or their activities. About thirty minutes after he returned to his seat his replacement entered the room.
“Hi Geoffrey, anything exciting happening?” he asked sarcastically.
Security room detail was given to the newly graduated Watchers and those who managed to get on the wrong side of the wrong people. As a newbie, this had been Geoffrey’s first assignment upon his arrival a month ago. With any luck he wouldn’t have to do it too much longer.
“N-No Sir.”
“Fine, I’ll see you in eight hours then.”
With a nod, Geoffrey stood and moved away; quickly glancing around to make sure everything was in order before heading to the elevators to go home. Stepping out onto the car park level, he almost tripped over his own feet as a familiar voice called out his name.
“Geoffrey, is that you?”
Turning around slowly he came face to face with the two people he really didn’t want to face right now. Smiling nervously he answered, “Rupert, hello. G-Good to see you again.”
“You too Geoff. God, how long has it been?” asked Giles, grasping his hand in a firm handshake.
“A-About five years I believe. Right before you left for the United States.”
“Oh how rude of me. Buffy, this is an old family friend, Geoffrey Stewart.”
“Miss Summers, it’s an honor to finally meet you. I never thought I’d be so privileged as to actually come face to face with The Slayer. ”
Buffy turned to Giles and rolled her eyes before facing Geoff again.
“Really? That’s not the usually reaction I get from you guys,” Buffy smirked. After a playful jab from Giles she continued, “Nice to meet you too Geoff and please, call me Buffy.”
“So Geoff, how is your father? Still the charming man he was when I last saw him?”
At that, he couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension he had been holding in finally releasing. “Yes, father is still a cantankerous old codger if that’s what you mean. He’s out at the Council’s training grounds with some new recruits doing survival and weapons training. Poor buggers.”
By now both Giles and Geoff were laughing loudly. At Buffy’s confused look Giles explained. “Geoff’s father was my mentor after I completed my training. He has a very ‘unique’ way of teaching you weapons skills and survival techniques, but he is a good man. He taught us that there was more to being a good Watcher than just training the Slayer to fight.”
“So, he’s sorta the opposite of what Travers is like?”
Even though they both snorted in response, it was Geoff who spoke to her. “God yes, he’s nothing like that bleedin’ pillock.”
“Cool, sounds like my kind of guy.”
“Oh yes he would be. He actually uses the both of you as an example of the best Watcher/Slayer combination since the beginning of the Watchers Council and how young Rupert here is his best prodigy so far, much to the chagrin of Mr. Travers I might add.”
“That settles it, I love him already. We have got to meet this man,” said Buffy, grinning ear to ear.
“Well he’ll be there for the next two days and I’m sure he’d love it if you could drop by and see him.”
“We will,” replied Giles then looked at his watch. “Well we’d better get going; I promised this young lady a nice lunch followed by shopping, so we’d better head off before it gets too crowded. It was seeing you again Geoff, we’ll have to keep in touch.”
“You too Rupert,” said Geoffrey, shaking hands with him again and Buffy. He started turning to walk to his car but stopped and faced them again. “Oh and by the way, for future reference, the main elevator has a hidden camera in the ceiling, so you may want to be careful about what you say, or do, in there next time.”
The mortified look on their faces was priceless. He would have to be sure and tell his father about this one day.
The End….