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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Giles
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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3,077
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2
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The Intruder
Chapter 4 - The Intruder
~~One Week Later~~
Buffy hummed happily to herself as he fluttered around the kitchen of her apartment. She had talked Willow and Tara into taking Xander and William up on their weekend getaway plans that meant that she and Rupert would have the whole apartment to themselves this weekend, which meant no repeats of last week's sex versus the roommates fiasco.
After the quasi love making session they had shared that night Buffy had owned up to the fact, to herself at least, that she was beginning to fall madly in love with Mr. Rupert Giles. The realization, although it scared her a bit, gave her an excited tingly feeling that started at her toes and buzzed around at the top of her head. With her mind running down this wonderful new track of thought, Buffy went back to the stove to stir the sauce and pasta cooking there. Once she had pulled the garlic bread out off the oven she went into the living room, they didn't have a dinning room in the apartment so it would have to do, and set the little round table that she'd moved from her bedroom to the quite corner by the window. When she was done, she stepped back to look at her handy work.
"Little Italian bistro, if I ever saw one, which I haven't but hey, looks mucho romantico to me." She told herself as she headed back to the kitchen to check on the food.
As she pulled the pasta of the stove and turned off the fire under the sauce the doorbell sounded. Buffy glanced up at the wall clock and made a `hmpth' sound, it was only 7:50 and Rupert wasn't supposed to be there until 8:00, she'd been very specific in her directions to him. She shrugged and laughed to herself.
"Men," she said as she made her way to the front door "just can't wait."
She plastered on her biggest smile and yanked open the door.
"You are early Mister, I…" her voice went from words to a sharp gasp as her eyes meet the face of the person in the doorway.
"Hello again Buffy." Came a cool slick voice.
"A-Angel?" She stammered trying to regain her scenes and recover from the shock.
"Expecting someone else?"
"Actually, yes." she said her wits returning and she moved to close the door in his face. Quickly, Angel's hand flew up to stop the door's forward momentum and he pushed it open wider and stepped inside.
"Now, Buff, that was just rude. I came here because you and I need to talk." He said as he pushed the door closed, neither of them noticing that it failed to click and remained open slightly.
"I-I h-have nothing to say to you A-Angel, please leave."
"Oh, I don't think so lover, I have some things I want to…clear up." He leered at her and began to advance.
Buffy turned on her heel and ran for the kitchen, Angel close behind. She had almost made it to the knife block when he reached out a hand and grabbed her arm in a death grip. Angel flung her backward and her back meet the far edge of the kitchen island, it knocked at wind from her, she rolled off to the left and she stumbled backward. Before she had even caught her breath Angel was baring down on her, she forced herself around and ran back for the entry hall. Angel was right on her heels, she knew she would never make it to the door. Hoping it would throw him off long enough for her to make it to her room, she over ran the staircase and then turned sharply, dodging Angel's out thrust arm she lunged for the steps and ran up them, two at a time.
When she made the landing she broke for her room. She heard Angel reach the landing as she slammed her door shut and locked it, backing away until her back hit the opposite wall. As Angel's foot began the task of breaking down the door, Buffy began to wish that she would have listened to Willow and had a phone installed in her room.
~~One Week Later~~
Buffy hummed happily to herself as he fluttered around the kitchen of her apartment. She had talked Willow and Tara into taking Xander and William up on their weekend getaway plans that meant that she and Rupert would have the whole apartment to themselves this weekend, which meant no repeats of last week's sex versus the roommates fiasco.
After the quasi love making session they had shared that night Buffy had owned up to the fact, to herself at least, that she was beginning to fall madly in love with Mr. Rupert Giles. The realization, although it scared her a bit, gave her an excited tingly feeling that started at her toes and buzzed around at the top of her head. With her mind running down this wonderful new track of thought, Buffy went back to the stove to stir the sauce and pasta cooking there. Once she had pulled the garlic bread out off the oven she went into the living room, they didn't have a dinning room in the apartment so it would have to do, and set the little round table that she'd moved from her bedroom to the quite corner by the window. When she was done, she stepped back to look at her handy work.
"Little Italian bistro, if I ever saw one, which I haven't but hey, looks mucho romantico to me." She told herself as she headed back to the kitchen to check on the food.
As she pulled the pasta of the stove and turned off the fire under the sauce the doorbell sounded. Buffy glanced up at the wall clock and made a `hmpth' sound, it was only 7:50 and Rupert wasn't supposed to be there until 8:00, she'd been very specific in her directions to him. She shrugged and laughed to herself.
"Men," she said as she made her way to the front door "just can't wait."
She plastered on her biggest smile and yanked open the door.
"You are early Mister, I…" her voice went from words to a sharp gasp as her eyes meet the face of the person in the doorway.
"Hello again Buffy." Came a cool slick voice.
"A-Angel?" She stammered trying to regain her scenes and recover from the shock.
"Expecting someone else?"
"Actually, yes." she said her wits returning and she moved to close the door in his face. Quickly, Angel's hand flew up to stop the door's forward momentum and he pushed it open wider and stepped inside.
"Now, Buff, that was just rude. I came here because you and I need to talk." He said as he pushed the door closed, neither of them noticing that it failed to click and remained open slightly.
"I-I h-have nothing to say to you A-Angel, please leave."
"Oh, I don't think so lover, I have some things I want to…clear up." He leered at her and began to advance.
Buffy turned on her heel and ran for the kitchen, Angel close behind. She had almost made it to the knife block when he reached out a hand and grabbed her arm in a death grip. Angel flung her backward and her back meet the far edge of the kitchen island, it knocked at wind from her, she rolled off to the left and she stumbled backward. Before she had even caught her breath Angel was baring down on her, she forced herself around and ran back for the entry hall. Angel was right on her heels, she knew she would never make it to the door. Hoping it would throw him off long enough for her to make it to her room, she over ran the staircase and then turned sharply, dodging Angel's out thrust arm she lunged for the steps and ran up them, two at a time.
When she made the landing she broke for her room. She heard Angel reach the landing as she slammed her door shut and locked it, backing away until her back hit the opposite wall. As Angel's foot began the task of breaking down the door, Buffy began to wish that she would have listened to Willow and had a phone installed in her room.