Six Inches Between Us

Buffy laughed in relief and quickly crossed the room, only to be wrapped in Giles’ arms.

“Oh thank God! I so didn’t want to face the dishes alone,” she said lightly as she tightened her hold on him. Giles lifted his head that had been buried in her neck. She raised her head to look at him and said, “I didn’t want you to leave tonight.” One of his hands smoothed away her hair from her face and cupped her cheek.

“How can I stay away from you?” he whispered just before he covered her proffered lips with his own.

Outside, Willow and Greg stood slack-jawed as they saw Giles leawn awn and kiss Buffy.

“Huh?” Willow said. “Who would have guessed? I think we’ve both been duped, Greg.” Greg, momentarily rendered speechless, only nodded, oblivious to the fact that Willow was still watching the embrace between Watcher and Slayer in the living room.

Within a few moments the kiss that started out as a gentle merger of two sets of lips turned passionate. Giles dipped his tongue into Buffy’s mouth, and she eagerly reciprocated. Soon their hands were roaming. As the kiss grew in intensity, Buffy started tugging on Giles’ jacket. He quickly dropped it on a chair and returned his hands to her back. Both pressed closer. Giles slipped his hands underneath Buffy’s sweater and up her spine. He moaned when she pressed herself to his evident sign of desire.

“Wow, Buffy’s a lucky girl” Willow suddenly broke the silence. “I mean, uh, Giles looks like he can really kiss.” Greg was still not over the shock and merely nodded again. “We should probably leave huh?” Greg’s head bobbed up and down. Neither moved.

Buffy managed to remove Giles’ shirt from his pants, and then let her hands slip under his shirt to stroke his skin. At her touch Giles tore his mouth away from hers and took a deep breath. “Christ!” he exclaimed before he took possession of hips ips again.

Buffy’s body felt like it was on fire, and she ached to feel all of his skin against hers. But, before she let this continue she needed to make one thing clear to him. She ended the erotic interplay of their mouths and tongues. Giles moved his kisses to her neck.

“Giles, I love you.”

Giles stopped abruptly and raised his head to look at her, eyes suddenly bright. He lifted a hand to stroke her cheek, and had to swallow before he was able to make any sort of reply. They were words he had wanted to say for a long time.

“And I love you, Buffy. So very much. You have become my life.”

Buffy smiled a brilliant smile and had to close her eyes to stop them from spilling. Giles just continued to stroke her cheek and held her close.

Outside, Willow and Greg, who finally seemed to be out of their stupor, shared a smile.
“Aw, they’re so cute,” Willow said as she looked back at the couple in question.

Buffy opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and decided her best response was to kiss Giles senseless. That he returned the gesture was an immense bonus. Once again passion flared and they both realised they had reached a point where they were committing to more than just kissing.

“Buffy, I need you,” Giles managed to say between one kiss and the next.

“Upstairs” she responded. She suited action to words and she started walking backwards while kissing him. A slight miscalculation made them hit the wall by the hallway. Giles pressed her back against the wall, then lifted Buffy up and coaxed her legs around his waist.

Willow and Greg remained fixed outside, but when Willow saw Buffy start unbuttoning Giles’ shirt and watched him tug on hers, she exclaimed breathlessly “Ok, I need to see my girlfriend!”

Greg looked at her, confused, ”Girlfriend?”

She smiled knowingly, “Yeah, sorry Greg, I play for the other team.”

“Damn”, he muttered playfully. They both moved to leave with a final glance through the window.

Willow frowned, “Were did they go?”

At that minute Giles’ shirt flew down the stairs, with Buffy’s following quickly behind it.
*****
Upstairs, Giles pressed Buffy against the wall by her bedroom door and ravaged her mouth. Even under his sensuous onslaught, Buffy had managed to divest Giles of his shirt, and she took the opportunity to explore him more fully. Giles responded with a moan when her hands brushed over his nipples and slid over his body.

He tightened his hold on her, stepped away from the wall, and carried her into the bedroom. He lowered them both on the bed and let his lips trail from her mouth down to her neck. His hand moved to her bare back and unclasped her bra, and he slowly ended the kiss as he lifted his torso slightly to remove the piece of clothing between them. She lay against the bed, golden hair spread around her, and smiled up at him.

“God, you’re beautiful, Buffy.” He said, stroking her cheek, down her neck, to cover her naked breast, making Buffy moan in satisfaction. He teased her nipple with his thumb until it hardened, causing Buffy to arch herself against his hardness. Just as he leaned down to cover one of her nipples with his mouth, he felt her tugging on him, and raised his head to look at her.

“Are you alright? Do you want to stop?” Suddenly struck with worry, he knew all she had to say was yes and he would withdraw, no matter how much he’d need a long cold shower to quench his desire. Her happiness was what meant the most to him. Buffy tried to calm her shaky breathing, but all she could do was shake her head no. She pulled him up so that his head was next to hers.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, searching her eyes. She smiled and nodded again, and then placed her palm on his cheek and lowered his head so she could kiss him softly on the lips.

“Everything is perfect. I just wanted to point out that something is totally wrong with this picture.” Giles’ brow furrowed, not at all sure what she was talking about. Buffy playfully grabbed a hold of his butt and smiled cheekily.

“Mr. Giles, we’re both slightly overdressed for this scenario.” Giles burst out laughing and gave her a sensuous kiss before he raised himself to straddle her lower thighs.

“Well, I can remedy that.” With a wicked grin he quickly unbuttoned her pants and then stood to pull all of the clothes remaining on her body off. He managed to divest himself of his pants and boxers as well.

“Giles!” Buffy started, and he paused looking at her golden beauty and inscrutable expression, wondering if he’d gone too fast, again.

Buffy’s solemn expression split into a grin, “Giles, if you ever put six inches between us again, it’d better be the six in front of me right now.”

The beautiful man in front of her started, then fell against her on the bed, laughing with pleasure and relief. Playfully he huffed at her and solemnly gestured proudly at his erection as he was introducing the queen of England. “I’ll have you know that THIS is at least six and a half.”

That caused a glorious laughter from her and he couldn’t help but laugh too, marvelling in the contentment of being with her. When their laughter had calmed down, and been substituted by deep kisses, Buffy ran her fingers down his face and whispered in his ear as he was lying beside her. “Please make love to me.”

“As my lady wishes,” Giles answered and leaned closer to her.

“You feel so good”, Buffy moaned when he covered her naked body with his. He was so warm and fiery, she felt consumed simply by his skin touching hers.

“So do you,” Giles whispered in her ear before he proceeded to kiss her throat and neck. He revelled in her moan as his lips covered one of her breasts. Buffy’s control slipped when she felt Giles’ hand reach down to stroke her centre. In moments she felt like she was lost as waves of pleasure washed over her. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed as she opened her eyes and found Giles stroking her quivering stomach while he looked at her with love in his eyes.

"Hi there beautiful", Giles said with a happy smile. Buffy couldn’t help but smile back and reached for him to kiss her again. He didn’t think twice about obliging and passion roared between them as lips and hands moved between them.

Buffy tore her mouth away from his and whispered, “Giles, please.”

He knew what she was asking for and moved between her legs. He took possession of her mouth again as he moved inside her, eager to feel as close to her in every possible way. Both gasped in each other’s mouths as Buffy’s hips rose to meet his thrusts. As their pleasure rose, Giles let go of her mouth and cradled her head in his hands, holding her eyes as they moved together. Buffy lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, burying him to the hilt inside her.

As he felt himself approaching an orgasm he lowered his mouth to hers again in a carnal kiss as he pressed her harder into the mattress. He felt her cry out into his mouth as her orgasm took her over, and his trembling body quickly followed as his release ripped through him.

As soon as Giles felt he was able to move he lifted his head from the crook of Buffy’s neck and tenderly brushed some hair off her face. Buffy’s eyelids fluttered open and she greeted him with a smile.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he continued to stroke her cheek.

“More than alright. I feel wonderful”, she said as she beamed at him.

“I feel pretty wonderful myself,” Giles grinned as he gave her a kiss. He moved so he was lying next to her and pulled her into his arms. Buffy snuggled closer, tangled her legs with his and placed a kiss on his chest. She luxuriated in the feel of his body to hers and his hand lazily stroking her back, when a thought struck her.

“I’m sorry Giles,” she said in a small voice, trying to bite back tears that threatened to spill.

“What? What do you mean?” he asked as he pushed her slightly away from his body so he could look into her eyes.

With a sad look she almost whispered in a regretful voice. “I am sorry for taking you away from your home and I am sorry I never realised how much you had to give up to come here.”

Giles smiled softly at her and then lifted his hand to remove an errant tear trailing down her cheek. “Nonsense. Buffy, look at all I have gained. Being here with you has made me the happiest man in the world.” Buffy gave him an ‘awwww aren’t you the cutest man alive’ look and pulled him close to give him a scorching kiss.

“God, I love you Giles,” she murmured close to his lips.

“And I love you Buffy “ he responded as he tugged her closer and pulled the blanket tightly around them.

The last thing that Buffy remembered before she succumbed to sleep was Giles’ fingers moving gently over her face and a softly placed kiss on her forehead.

THE END