Title: Tropical Giles
Author: Jacinta
Disclaimer: Joss and Co. owns everything, blah blah blah… I own nothing bitty blah
Hey - It’s past midnight here, don’t expect ‘Shakespeare’ in the disclaimer.
Pairing: B/G
Rating: R
Spoilers: Post Season 5 – except in my little universe Glory was defeated and everyone lived, so nyah Joss :p
Distribution: you want it, you got it… just let me know where it goes
Feedback: Yes puhlease :)
Authors note: Well you guys put this idea into my head so I decided to write it since I live on and Island (okay, so it’s technically only and Island cause it’s cut off from the mainland by a river, but so what! This is my fantasyland ;-)
So thanks to GG, Da Wench and Cindy for giving me the idea and Donna for giving me some other ideas and for the quick beta. Any errors you find I’m blaming on the late hour and my sleepiness whilst posting it :)
It had been a couple of months since they finally defeated Glory, luckily without any physical fatalities, but they all were left very tired and weary. Giles had decided to take everyone on a holiday to a small tropical Island for some well-deserved rest and recuperation. He had spared no expense as each of their rooms were like mini apartments. Xander and Anya were still in their room and had spent much of the morning and most of the previous day in there. Willow, Tara and Dawn were sitting at a table by the pool. Dawn was looking at the cute cabana boy and discussing his various merits with Willow and Tara, who were playing footsies under the table.
Giles had left half an hour ago to do a little tanning at the semi-private beach just down from the resort; a few minutes walk away along a trail through the forest. Buffy was glad for the opportunity to talk to Giles alone. Over the past few months she had felt that they had grown closer, she just wasn’t sure how he really felt about her. She was pretty sure he loved her; she just needed to find out in what way. Was it as just a good friend or was it like girlfriend? Buffy was 99% sure it wasn’t like a daughter though, regardless of what that jerk Travers had said years ago. She’d seen it in Giles’s face back then that he didn’t agree with him.
On that note, Buffy headed off through the forest trail to the beach in search of Giles, going through in her mind how she was going to broach the subject with him.
<Giles, how do you feel about me? Cause I love you… I love you in an "I wanna rip you clothes off and do the horizontal tango with you" kind of way. Sheesh, that sounds bad even to me>
The rest of the journey to the beach was spent in thinking up and rejected several similar ideas.
When she first emerged from the trail onto the beach, she noticed two women sitting on fold-out lounges, one with a drink in her hand and the other with a pair of binoculars. They were looking at something at the other end of the beach and fighting occasionally about just who would have use of the binoculars. Not seeing Giles anywhere here, she headed off down the beach.
About halfway down she noticed another woman, this one on horseback riding along the edge of the surf. As she turned to look at something on the beach, she slipped sideways, almost falling off the horse. Barely hanging on, she managed to right herself a few seconds later, giving a final glance back before heading off again.
<Weird much> thought Buffy
<I wonder what’s so interesting down here that everyone seems to be looking at?>
A little further along she could make out the form of someone lying on the beach.
<Looks tall enough to be Giles>
The closer she got the more certain she became that it was Giles. She was close enough now to make out his face.
The last few meters that she walked, she had her head down in thought, looking at the sand in front of her and trying to find the courage that she needed to talk to him.
"Okay… I can handle this… I’m the Slayer, I can handle anything…" said Buffy to herself quietly, as she finally neared him and looked up, coming to an abrupt halt as she beheld the vision of her Watcher, lying on his stomach on a beach towel, totally naked.
"Except that…"
Hearing someone next to him, Giles opened his eyes and looked around, his gaze settling on Buffy’s still shocked face.
"Buffy, what are you doing here?"
"Uhm… I wanted to talk to you, but… it can wait. This really isn’t the right time…"
Try as she might, her eyes just couldn’t seem to move above his waistline.
Noticing this fact, he decided to tease her a little.
"So you don’t want to talk to me because you’d be too disgusted by my old gross body?" He asked.
"Hell no..." She sighed contentedly.
"Oh…uhm, I mean of course not Giles. You were never old and gross. I never really meant that, I was just a little annoyed at you when I said that…Hey! Stop that!"
She stopped her rambling when she noticed that he was chuckling at her.
"Anyway, what are you doing lying here all naked in public?" She pouted.
"I’m getting a tan and I wished to do so without getting tan lines. Is that a crime?"
<You wearing clothes certainly is… oh bad Buffy, bad thoughts… but what a nice image…damn he asked a question, what was it again? Oh yeah…>
"I suppose not, but…did you know that there were people just coming along here ogling you? There’s even a couple of women down there with binoculars staring at you!"
"Really?" He replied, leaning up on his elbows and looking down the beach, spotting the two women in question and giving them a little wave. Anyone close to them would have heard them squabbling.
"He waved to me!" "No he didn’t, he waved at me!" "He did not!!" "Did too!!!"
Buffy’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"Giles!"
He just gave her a wicked smile in response.
<Oh, don’t smile at me like that… I won’t be able to resist if you keep smiling at me like that>
She tried to glare at him but didn’t quite manage to succeed. His grin just broadened and he patted the spot next to him on the ground, inviting her to sit with him.
"So what did you wish to talk to me about Buffy?"
She hesitated for a second before sitting down, being careful not to sit too close.
"I… I’m not sure how to ask this." Buffy said, as she looked down at the ground in-between them.
Turning onto his side to face her, he reached out and held her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Buffy, you know that you can ask me anything. Anything at all."
"I know…" she replied as she looked back up again, right at his naked chest.
<Oh god… he’s facing me… which means… oh bad eyes, don’t look down there… stop that… look at his face… not down there… damn too late… oh my god!>
Faintly in the background, she could hear the sound of a horse going by. She was certain that she also heard a softly exclaimed ‘Damn’ as it moved passed them.
Giles blushed and then grinned as he noticed how she stared at his groin. There was no hint of shock or disgust in her face, only curiosity and a little lust.
This knowledge sent a wave of pleasure down to his groin, causing him to harden slightly. Buffy’s eyes almost bulged out of her head when she saw his penis twitch and start to swell.
"Buffy, I’m up here" he smirked.
"Not yet you aren’t," she mumbled before catching herself.
"Uhm, I mean I know you are… oh god I’m sorry… I’ve just embarrassed not only you but me as well. I’ll just go hide in a corner and..."
The last of her words were lost as Giles bent forward to capture her lips with his in a tender kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back enough to look into her eyes. It took her a few seconds after he stopped kissing her to open them.
"Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?"
"Never mind, you kinda just answered it for me."
"Good. Since that problem is fixed, would you be so kind as to help me put some more sunscreen on? I wouldn’t want to burn now would I?"
Buffy gave him one of the biggest, most beautiful smiles he had even seen.
"I thought you’d never ask" she replied as she took the sunscreen from him and started to slowly rub it across his chest… and elsewhere. Down on the other end of the beach, two women could be heard wailing about the unfairness of life and that damned blonde haired floozy who stole their man.