And Now This
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Giles
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,155
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 3
Part 3
Buffy set the cup down on the dresser.
She had never been more nervous.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his right hand in the both of hers. “Giles, can you hear me? Please, you have to wake up! I can’t do this if you won't wake up.”
He stirred and moaned, but still did not awaken. She pressed her hand to his forehead. He was so hot, and drenched in sweat. He arched up at her touch, and a small moan escaped him. “Giles….please..” she whispered. She took her hand and traced his eyebrows with the tip of her finger. Then she trailed it down his nose, and touched his lips, tracing their firm lines. Suddenly, his mouth opened and pulled her finger within it’s depths, sucking on it, moving his tongue around it’s tip. Now it was Buffy’s turn to moan.
She removed her finger, and he let out a frustrated sigh. But his cries were soon quieted when her lips met his. She had meant it as a soft, slow, easy kiss, but his arms snuck up around her and pulled her to him, and his mouth worked fervently on her lips. She opened them to him, and his tongue lashed in, and tasted every ounce of her. Buffy’s heart soared, and her soul burned. She knew this was right for her. This was the man she had been growing towards. This was her true love, her soul mate. Her mate in life, forever.
Buffy ran her hands down his chest, luxuriating in the soft curls. She teased his nipples with her fingers, and he bucked up against her.
“Buffy…” he broke the kiss and moaned her name into her mouth. She pulled back to gaze into his face. His eyes burned into hers. They were full with want, and need, and desire….and love. She smiled at He He smiled back at her, and then pulled her down for another long kiss. His hands roamed her backside, and found themselves under her gray t-shirt. He pulled it off above her head, breaking their kiss once more as she helped him lift it off. He never broke eye contact with her as he unhooked her bra, and slowly peeled it off of her, throwing it on the floor to join her shirt.
He looked at her reverently. His full gaze took in every inch of her, and he barely breathed. “So beautiful,” he murmured. His eyes found her’s once more. “Buffy. I love you so much.” Tears began to fall again down her face. She felt like she had been crying forever, but this was the first time the tears that fell were because of joy. He reached up and tasted the salty tears with his tongue, first one side, and then the other. Then their mouths fused together once more. Without parting lips, he flipped her over until she was lying beneath him. Before she knew what had happened, he had removed her jeans, and his as well. Only her cotton panties and his boxers were between them now.
She could feel him against her leg. The heat emanating from both of them made her fear they’d both implode soon. “Please, Giles…hurry.” She writhed beneath him. He smiled at her again, and placed kisses all the way down from her chin, between her breasts, and down her stomach until he found his way to her panties. He pulled them down with his teeth all the way down to her ankles, where he finally reached out with one hand to remove them from her, his other hand resting on her left hip. With his free hand, he removed his boxers as well.
Buffy moaned. She didn’t know it could be like this, the wanting of him so much, the needing of him so much. He was so hot, almost too hot to touch, yet she never wanted him to stop touching her. They were both drenched in sweat, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. She knew then that he was tiring. They had to finish this before it was too late. She wanted it to last forever. There were so many places she wanted to touch him, and be touched by him. They had hardly begun, but she knew he was fading. When she pulled him down to her, he tried to resist. He wanted to make it last. But the fever was weakening him. He didn’t know why he was so weak, and yet needed her so much at the same time. He loved her, and wanted to show her how much, but for some reason he was fading…..things were started to darken. The room was beginning to spin. “Buffy?” He was beginning to get alarmed. “Buffy, what’s happening?”
“Sh. It’s alright, honey.” She kissed him. “Please, come into me now. It’s time.” He didn’t hesitate, but did as she asked. As he came into her, she cried out in delight. He fit so completely, it was if he had found his home for the first time. At first he was still, letting her get used to him, and reveling in being in her. Then he began to thrust, gaining rhythm and pace, until they rocked as one together, and came crashing down, still in each other’s arms.
He was immediately asleep again, still inside of her and lying on top of her. If she hadn’t been the Slayer, his weight would have been overwhelming, but instead it was comforting. She held him close as he slept. And then she cried again, knowing that he would never remember.
After sometime, she slowly rocked him to his side, and climbed out from beneath him. She gathered the sheet around her, and just sat and looked at his face for awhile. He looked such at peace. The fever was gone. His coloring and breathing was normal again. Finally she stood and retrieved the cup from the dresser. She looked at it with hate in her eyes. But she knew this was the right thing to do. It wasn’t his choice to love her…at least not like this. It was best this way. Besides, now that she knew he did have feelings for her, she could be more resolute in her own feelings. She could come to him without fear of his rejection. That made her smile tentatively.
She sat back down on the bed. His mouth was opened slightly, a small smile on his face as he slept. “Bottoms up, honey.” She whispered as she brought the cup to his lips.
Before she could pour the potion, his eyes opened, and his hand grabbed the cup from her fist. He sat up a bit, and looked into her eyes. “No Buffy.” He said. She looked at him with surprise. He smiled, and sat up a bit more. He pulled the cup from her hand, and poured the contents out into the plant next to his bed. “I heard everything. I don’t want to forget either. I meant it when I said I love you. I choose you, now, and forever. He pulled her close, and she again cried tears of joy.
The End.
Buffy set the cup down on the dresser.
She had never been more nervous.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, and took his right hand in the both of hers. “Giles, can you hear me? Please, you have to wake up! I can’t do this if you won't wake up.”
He stirred and moaned, but still did not awaken. She pressed her hand to his forehead. He was so hot, and drenched in sweat. He arched up at her touch, and a small moan escaped him. “Giles….please..” she whispered. She took her hand and traced his eyebrows with the tip of her finger. Then she trailed it down his nose, and touched his lips, tracing their firm lines. Suddenly, his mouth opened and pulled her finger within it’s depths, sucking on it, moving his tongue around it’s tip. Now it was Buffy’s turn to moan.
She removed her finger, and he let out a frustrated sigh. But his cries were soon quieted when her lips met his. She had meant it as a soft, slow, easy kiss, but his arms snuck up around her and pulled her to him, and his mouth worked fervently on her lips. She opened them to him, and his tongue lashed in, and tasted every ounce of her. Buffy’s heart soared, and her soul burned. She knew this was right for her. This was the man she had been growing towards. This was her true love, her soul mate. Her mate in life, forever.
Buffy ran her hands down his chest, luxuriating in the soft curls. She teased his nipples with her fingers, and he bucked up against her.
“Buffy…” he broke the kiss and moaned her name into her mouth. She pulled back to gaze into his face. His eyes burned into hers. They were full with want, and need, and desire….and love. She smiled at He He smiled back at her, and then pulled her down for another long kiss. His hands roamed her backside, and found themselves under her gray t-shirt. He pulled it off above her head, breaking their kiss once more as she helped him lift it off. He never broke eye contact with her as he unhooked her bra, and slowly peeled it off of her, throwing it on the floor to join her shirt.
He looked at her reverently. His full gaze took in every inch of her, and he barely breathed. “So beautiful,” he murmured. His eyes found her’s once more. “Buffy. I love you so much.” Tears began to fall again down her face. She felt like she had been crying forever, but this was the first time the tears that fell were because of joy. He reached up and tasted the salty tears with his tongue, first one side, and then the other. Then their mouths fused together once more. Without parting lips, he flipped her over until she was lying beneath him. Before she knew what had happened, he had removed her jeans, and his as well. Only her cotton panties and his boxers were between them now.
She could feel him against her leg. The heat emanating from both of them made her fear they’d both implode soon. “Please, Giles…hurry.” She writhed beneath him. He smiled at her again, and placed kisses all the way down from her chin, between her breasts, and down her stomach until he found his way to her panties. He pulled them down with his teeth all the way down to her ankles, where he finally reached out with one hand to remove them from her, his other hand resting on her left hip. With his free hand, he removed his boxers as well.
Buffy moaned. She didn’t know it could be like this, the wanting of him so much, the needing of him so much. He was so hot, almost too hot to touch, yet she never wanted him to stop touching her. They were both drenched in sweat, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. She knew then that he was tiring. They had to finish this before it was too late. She wanted it to last forever. There were so many places she wanted to touch him, and be touched by him. They had hardly begun, but she knew he was fading. When she pulled him down to her, he tried to resist. He wanted to make it last. But the fever was weakening him. He didn’t know why he was so weak, and yet needed her so much at the same time. He loved her, and wanted to show her how much, but for some reason he was fading…..things were started to darken. The room was beginning to spin. “Buffy?” He was beginning to get alarmed. “Buffy, what’s happening?”
“Sh. It’s alright, honey.” She kissed him. “Please, come into me now. It’s time.” He didn’t hesitate, but did as she asked. As he came into her, she cried out in delight. He fit so completely, it was if he had found his home for the first time. At first he was still, letting her get used to him, and reveling in being in her. Then he began to thrust, gaining rhythm and pace, until they rocked as one together, and came crashing down, still in each other’s arms.
He was immediately asleep again, still inside of her and lying on top of her. If she hadn’t been the Slayer, his weight would have been overwhelming, but instead it was comforting. She held him close as he slept. And then she cried again, knowing that he would never remember.
After sometime, she slowly rocked him to his side, and climbed out from beneath him. She gathered the sheet around her, and just sat and looked at his face for awhile. He looked such at peace. The fever was gone. His coloring and breathing was normal again. Finally she stood and retrieved the cup from the dresser. She looked at it with hate in her eyes. But she knew this was the right thing to do. It wasn’t his choice to love her…at least not like this. It was best this way. Besides, now that she knew he did have feelings for her, she could be more resolute in her own feelings. She could come to him without fear of his rejection. That made her smile tentatively.
She sat back down on the bed. His mouth was opened slightly, a small smile on his face as he slept. “Bottoms up, honey.” She whispered as she brought the cup to his lips.
Before she could pour the potion, his eyes opened, and his hand grabbed the cup from her fist. He sat up a bit, and looked into her eyes. “No Buffy.” He said. She looked at him with surprise. He smiled, and sat up a bit more. He pulled the cup from her hand, and poured the contents out into the plant next to his bed. “I heard everything. I don’t want to forget either. I meant it when I said I love you. I choose you, now, and forever. He pulled her close, and she again cried tears of joy.
The End.