In the Real World

Chapter 5 - Fear the Ripper/Love Sweet

Rupert walked up the front walk toward the apartment townhouse that the girls shared; in his hand he carried a small bouquet of wildflowers. He walked happily up the front steps then froze, the front door was open, but not hanging open like she wanted him to walk in, it was just barley opened as if it had been closed in haste.

Rupert stepped up to the door and leaned an ear into it. He could hear a dull, repetitive thump that he couldn't identify. Slowly he pushed the door open and entered the house, leaving the door wide open behind him.

"Buffy?" He called softly as he headed towards the kitchen.

Suddenly from above him there was a loud crash and a female voice rang out in a fierce and frightened scream. Rupert dropped the flowers and ran for the stairs. He mounted the stairs two at a time, when he reached the landing he stopped and glanced around trying to find the source of the sounds. Ahead and off to the right he heard the muffled sounds of a struggle.

Moving quickly Rupert found himself at the doorway of Buffy's room. The door itself self had been kicked in and was hanging from its bottom hinge. Rupert scanned the room quickly, at the far wall, at the foot of the bed he saw a sight that caused his blood to boil. Buffy was lying on her back, her arms and legs curled upon herself in a defensive posture, hovering over her, his hands grabbing and clawing at her was Angel.

Rupert sprung into action, in seconds he was on top of Angel, straddling his back; he bent forward and locked the younger man's head the vice like grip of his right arm. Stepping one leg back over him Rupert yanked hard on Angel's neck pulling him bodily from Buffy. Rupert stood to his full height taking Angel with him still in the head lock. Rupert moved to the doorway and threw Angel through it. Angel hit the opposite wall and bounced off; once he had regained his footing he turned towards Rupert and charged him, his fist held at the ready for a strike. Rupert dodged left and struck out in an uppercut to Angel's midsection. Angel doubled over as the wind leap from his body; he staggered backwards until he teetered on the edge of the steps.

Rupert strode forward and reared back his right fist, it flew straight at Angel's head and contacted with his lower jaw. The blow sent him tumbling, crashing; heel over head down the stairs. Angel landed in a heap at the bottom landing. Rupert descended the stairs quickly and with purpose, he reached the lower landing as Angel began to pick himself up. Rupert sent his foot hard into Angel's gut. Angel grunted and fell slightly back to the floor. Bending at the waist Rupert reached out a hand and pulled the man to his feet by his hair, with little effort Rupert drug Angel to the open door and tossed him out of it. Angel sailed across the porch and down the steps, landing on his knees in the lawn.

"You ever so much as think about her again and I'll kill you." Rupert stated bluntly, death dripping from his loud, ringing voice.

With that he slammed the front door and turn back to the stairs.

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Buffy felt Angel being lifted off of her and once she had the courage to open her eyes her saw Rupert throw him from the room and follow him into the hallway. She moved into a sitting position, her hands where shaking, the powder blue, cap sleeved blouse she had chosen for the night's date was torn from the upper right shoulder to the middle of her chest, the fabric hanging down revealing the lace and satin of the white bra underneath.

Buffy stood slowly, fearing that her knees would buckle and her legs would collapse. She could hear the sounds of the fight going on outside in the hall. She made her way over to the door; she took hold of the frame and leaned out into the hallway. She saw Angel at the edge of the stairs and then she saw him go tumbling down them, Rupert giving chase. She stepped into the hallway. When she heard the front door slammed shut, she began to cry and sank to the floor, her arms pulled her knees tight to her chest and her hands balled into fists as she started to rock back and forth.

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Rupert reached the top of the steps and saw Buffy in the middle of the floor sobbing. He ran to her and knelt down beside her. Without words or hesitation he wrapped his arms around her small frame and pulled her into the warmth and protection there, holding her tight to his chest and rocking with her as the tears fell.

After a while Buffy stopped crying and Rupert lifted her up into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. He sat her on the bed and stood before her; he reached out a hand and cupped the side of her head, his thumb stroking her cheek softly. Buffy leaned into his hand, closed her eyes and sighed.

"Would you like to sleep?" He asked her gently.

"Mmmm." Was all she could manage and she nodded slightly.

Rupert lean forward and kissed the top of her head then knelt down and removed her shoes. Pulling back the covers he laid her down and tucked her in, bending to kiss her forehead he turned to leave the room.

"Don't go." Buffy pleaded

"I'm not leaving. I just wanted to let you get some rest, I'll be down stairs."

"No. I mean stay with me, here. Please." Buffy sat up and was searching Rupert's face with her big gray blue eyes.

Rupert smiled and walked back over to the bed. He sat on the edge and removed his own shoes and socks and then began to unbutton his dark blue silk shirt.

"You look very nice tonight by the way." She told him. He chuckled as he untucked and shirt and pulled the fabric from his shoulders, draping it over a nearby desk chair when he stood to take off his belt.

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Buffy watched him, her breath caught when he removed his shirt to reveal the broad and muscular expanse of chest beneath. Once he had made himself more comfortable he crawled over top of her and snuggled down into the bed with her. He wrapped his arm around her abdomen and she pushed herself backward into his chest. It felt safe, warm and like she belonged there.

"Thank you." Was her simple statement.

"For what?"

"For being there to save me. Again."

In answer he kissed the back of her head and held her a bit tighter to his chest.

"Sleep." He whispered into her ear as his thumb began to lazily stroke the flesh of her belly. Within minutes Buffy had drifted into a comforted sleep.

Rupert watched her until he too fell to sleep.

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The sunlight streamed in through the window and slowly it crept its way toward Rupert's eyes. When the first beam flickered over his eye lids he gave a little groan, then he realized that there was no longer a hard, warm body pressed up against his chest. He blinked open his eyes and smiled.

"Good morning." She chirped through her wide smile. She was propped up on her elbow, her golden hair falling loosely around her lightly tanned arm. Her slate blue eyes sparkled in the new morning's light and she looked absolutely breath taking.

"Good morning." He replied as he too propped himself up on an elbow to face her.

Buffy continued to smile at him as she sat up and leaned over the bed. When she reappeared she brought with her a silver serving tray with a lid covering its contents. She gave him a slightly mischievous grin as she placed her hand on the handle of the cover but didn't pull it off. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"What is this?" He asked her feeling amused.

"Breakfast in bed, for my hero." With that she whipped the lid from the tray to reveal what had to be the most sensual breakfast he had ever seen. Spread across the platter where every fruit he could imagine, strawberries, grapes, kiwi, blueberries, apple slices, cantaloupe, and a few others. Also sitting right in the middle of all the pieces of fruit was a large bowl of some type of white creamy dipping substance. He leaned forward trying to figure out what it was.

Buffy frowned as he leaned forward towards the tray looking as if he wasn't sure what she expected him to do with it.

"You don't like it?" She asked, a little brought down.

He looked up at her and chuckled, how was it possible for someone to be so damned cute all the time?

"Of course I like it luv. I was just trying to figure out what was in the bowl."

"Oh!" She said as her face brightened again "it's a cream cheese and fluff fruit dip, I made it myself."

Rupert made a face. "Cream cheese and what?"

"Fluff, you know that marshmallowey sandwich spread."

Rupert made another face and Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. "Just try it before you knock it."

When Rupert just looked at it Buffy sighed and took a small amount of it on her finger, held it up to his mouth.

"Here, just try it."

Rupert raised an eyebrow and an evil gleam came to his eye even as a wicked smile played over his lips. Leaning forward Rupert's tongue darted out and curled around Buffy's soiled finger. Slowly he cleaned the white dip from it using only his tongue.

Buffy watched, her breathing becoming ragged, how in the world was it possible for something so simple to cause her to get all hot and fuzzy headed?

"Mmmm, very good." Rupert told her, his voice almost a growl.

All Buffy could do was moan in response, Rupert smiled at her then reached over to the fruit tray and dipped his own finger in the bowl, taking a good amount of the sauce onto it.

"I wonder how it would taste here." He murmured as he spread the sauce in a trail from her collarbone to the swell of her breast exposed above her ripped blouse.

Buffy's stomach flip-flopped when Rupert's mouth descended on her neck and licked, bit, and nibbled his way down her chest, clearing away the sauce as he went. When his tongue began to play in the valley between her breasts she twisted her hand in the hair at the back of his head and held his head to her, not wanting him to stop.

Rupert slowly laid Buffy back on the bed as his mouth play over her chest. When she was lying with her head on the pillows he moved so that he was nestled between her legs, his arousal pressing against her thigh.

Buffy moved to allow his hard length to press against her core, when she did so her foot sent the tray of fruit and sauce crashing off the bed and onto the floor.

"Oops" she said as she started to move to clean up the mess.

"Screw it." Rupert told her as he began to nibble her ear.

Rupert's lips sent a shiver down Buffy's spine and her hands began to roam over his bare back and shoulders. Her own mouth went to his ear and her tongue traced the outside lines of it. Rupert growled and brought his head up so that he could look at her.

"Don't want to screw it but, are you up for the challenge?" she ask, her eyes sparkling with humor.

Rupert laughed and gave a small tilt of his head before his mouth descended on hers once more and the fire of passion was lit by their hungry groping mouths.

Rupert felt Buffy's tongue beg entrance to his mouth and he opened it and let her sweep in, the feel of her tongue against his was indescribably erotic and he pressed himself harder against the soft cotton of her trousers. Buffy moaned into his mouth and her right hand moved downward to rub and squeeze his butt. Rupert broke the kiss and raised his head a bit so that he could look into her eyes, quietly questioning weather or not she was sure about this.

Understanding the look of trepidation in her lovers eyes Buffy gave him a small smile and reached up a hand to cup his face. It was time now to tell him, to let him know that she was sure and that it was absolutely what she wanted.

"Rupert," she said softly "there's something I need to tell you."

He felt his heart leap and his breath catch for a moment at her words. She sounded so serious, was she about to tell him that she's changed her mind, that she had decided they just weren't right together? Lord above he hoped not, he'd never been in love before and to lose it so soon after finding it would be absolutely devastating.

"Yes, what is it?"

"It's just that… and if you don't feel the same, it's totally okay, I just thought that I should tell you before, you know, not that it's a bad or anything, unless you think it is which I hope you don't but it's something that…"

"Buffy, luv, your rambling." Rupert told her with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh, oh right, so anyway, I just wanted you to know that I love you."

Rupert blinked a few times as if trying to determine if he had actually heard what he had just heard.

"What?" he asked

Buffy felt tears sting her eyes, she knew he could never feel the same for her, she just didn't expect it to hurt so much. She dropped her hand from his face and turn away slightly.

"Like I said, its cool if you don't feel the same, I just want…"

"Say it again." He said as he used his left hand to move her face to his once more.

"Huh?"

"Say it again."

"I love you." Now the tears where making pools at the corners of her eyes, did he really have to be so cruel as to make her repeat herself.

"If I'm dreaming please don't ever wake me up." Rupert said to no one in particular.

Buffy looked at him confused. "Excuse me?"

Rupert saw the look on her face and laughed, and then he saw the tears sliding down the sides of her face.

"No, oh Buffy, don't cry, please, I wasn't laughing at you, just the silly look on your face. Please luv, don't cry.”

Buffy pushed Rupert off of her and sat up, draping her legs over the side of the bed, her back to him, her tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

"You didn't have to be so mean." She said still refusing to look at him, at least Angel had pretended to love her and not laughed in her face when she'd told him how she felt. "If you don't love me back you could have just said so, or not said anything at all. It was cruel."

"Don't love you?" Rupert said placing a hand on Buffy's shoulder, he to, was now sitting up on the bed. "Buffy, I have never loved a woman in the whole of my life." She stiffened under his hand. "Until now."

Slowly Buffy turned her head over her shoulder, then moved her entire body so that she could look at him, she wiped her hand across the flushed, tears stained cheeks.

"What?"

"Buffy, I love you very much." He responded simply.

"You do?"

Rupert laughed again and pulled her into his arms. "Of course I do. How on Earth could I not."

Buffy laughed and started to cry again, only this time they were happy tears. Suddenly she sat up from his arms then hopped off the bed. Rupert gave her an odd look and she smiled.

"Just wait here. I'll be back in a minute."

"Okay." He said hesitantly as she scampered from the room.

Chapter 6 - What Dreams May Come

Buffy had rushed into the bathroom to wash her face and make herself presentable again. After she left the bathroom she slipped down the hall to Willows room, the redhead had said that it would be okay for her to use her room, and her four poster canopy bed, while she was gone, as long as Buffy promised to change the sheets.

Once she reached the room, she went around and began lighting the dozens of candles that she had arranged for the occasion and pulled the heavy red velvet curtains closed to block out the sun light from outside. The candles bathed the room in a soft flickering glow and coupled with the rose petals spread over the bed and most of the floor provided what Buffy felt was the perfect romantic atmosphere. The last thing she did before heading back to her room was change.

Buffy went back down the hall and stuck her head around the doorframe. Rupert was standing in front of her desk, looking at the photos in the French memory board that hung above it.

"Close your eyes." She said to his back.

Rupert jumped slightly, startled and turned around to face her. "Buffy, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry," she laughed "now close your eyes."

"Why?" he ask his eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Just do it, mister." She said giving him a look. There was still nothing but her head visible around the doorframe.

Rupert chuckled and closed his eyes as Buffy had requested. Buffy moved forward cautiously trying to be sure that he had his eyes completely closed. Reaching out she took his hand and began to pull him toward the door.

"No peeking." She said as she led him out into the hallway and towards Willow's room.

Once they were inside she shut the door behind them and left Rupert standing in front of the door as she walked closer to the bed. Buffy did some last minute primping, smooth out the front of her nightie, and then spoke.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

Rupert opened his eyes slowly, not sure what to expect. Once his eyes where fully opened he took in the room around him. Buffy had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this room, the candlelight and the rose petals were both beautiful and fragrant and with its bed like something out of a romance novel he could see why this was the room she'd chosen. Yes, it was all very pretty, but the site that held him captive was Buffy herself.

She had slipped into a plain, ivory, satin, nightgown. The princess cut top was held up by thin spaghetti straps that crossed in the back, the back itself plunged past the small of her back, the bodice area lay against the skin and the fabric flared out just above the hips, the bottom brushing the ground as she twirled for him. She had left her hair down and it flow in cascading curls behind her bare shoulders the candlelight flickering golden within it. She was a goddess. His goddess.

When she stopped twirling she faced him and smiled, her face lighting with happiness and love. Buffy looked around the room and down at herself then looked back at Rupert.

"I wanted everything to be perfect. Too much?" she asked him with a sheepish grin.

Rupert didn't trust himself to speak at that moment, instead he strode forward swept her into his arms and kissed her. He poured all the passion burning within him into that kiss and it wasn't long before they were both feeling weak in the knees.

Slowly Rupert backed them to the bed, when Buffy's legs touched the side of the mattress he lifted her onto it and lay her back gently against the soft, fluffy pillows. He followed her onto the bed, crawling over her, looking down into her eyes. He knelt between her legs, sitting back on the heels of his feet. He ran his hands over the satin covering her body from her breasts to her ankles and back again.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

The intensity in his voice caused Buffy to shudder, to have someone feel this way about her was nearly heart stopping. She gazed into his deep green eyes watching as desire, love and lust played inside them. Buffy raised her hands to run them over his naked chest and play with the soft graying hairs found there. His body amazed her and soon her hands were roaming his arms, shoulder and back as well. His skin was soft and warm and felt incredible under her hands. She moved one hand behind his head and pulled him to her.

"Kiss me." She told him "I love it when you kiss me."

Rupert gave her a smile and lowered his lips to hers, starting slowly, tracing her lips with his tongue, tasting her. When she opened her mouth to him he met her tongue with his and they dueled, rolling between his mouth and hers.

Rupert laid himself over her, his bare chest rubbing lightly over her satin clad one. He trailed the kiss from her mouth across her cheek and to her ear where he began to nibble on the lobe and was rewarded with a little moan and a thrust of her groin to his own. He was impossibly hard and straining against his pants but he pressed himself into her anyway causing his desire to skyrocket. Buffy moan again, louder this time and grabbed at his back with her hands.

"Make love to me Rupert." She begged in a whisper at his ear.

"I am luv," he told her "slowly, tenderly, the way you deserve."

Rupert moved from her ear to the small area just behind it and nibbled and licked his way down the side of her neck to the place where it meets with the shoulder.

Buffy squirmed under him, he had barely even touched what she considered the ‘important' parts and she felt like she was ready to explode. His hands had joined his mouth in the exploration of her. She felt the straps of the gown slip down her arms and the top fall away from her breasts, she knew she was exposed to him and any other time she would have felt, well, exposed but with Rupert it was different, she watched his eyes unflinching as he gazed on her, his eyes sweeping hungrily over her bare flesh.

Buffy gasped when Rupert's mouth found her right breast and his tongue began its work on the hardened pink nipple. Just when she thought that she couldn't take any more his mouth moved from her right breast to her left where it restarted its torturous ways. One of his hands worked its way up and down the right side of her body, finally coming to rest over her right breast. Rupert began to knead it, when Buffy's breath was coming in short pants and her lips parted in a moan. Rupert took the nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger, earning him loud groans of pleasure.

As Rupert lavished Buffy's chest with attention he moved his hands to her hips and pulled the nightgown up her legs and allowed it to pool briefly at her waist before he detached himself from her and drew it up over her head, it dropped with a quite wisp to the floor.

Rupert felt his heart lurch when he looked down on the woman now completely nude below him, her head turned slightly to the side, eyes closed, bottom lips held between pearly teeth, her chest rising and falling with her ragged and sputtering breaths. Her skin glowed with the candle light and the faint red flush of arousal, her hair lay fanned out around her head with a tussled look and her legs spread out around him as he knelt there on the bed staring at her.

Once more he lowered his head to her chest and planted light kisses over her upper chest, breasts and upper abdomen. He blazed and fiery trail over her abdomen with feather light kiss and the occasional poke of the tongue.

"God, I want to taste you." He hummed against her skin.

When his lips moved below her hips, to do just that, he felt her tense and he silently cursed every lover she'd ever had. How could a man, who found himself lucky enough to have this woman give herself to him not want to delight in her every taste and her every desire and give her every kind of pleasure on earth? Slowly he moved back up her body and leveled his mouth with her ear.

"Do you want me to stop luv?" he asked her in a hushed voice, deepened by lust. Buffy simply shook her head and he kissed her.

Once he broke the kiss he quickly worked back down her body until he reached his prize. He hovered over her, teasing her by blowing lightly on the nest of curls at the juncture of her thighs. When she moaned in protest he smiled and slid his hands under her butt lifting her hips off the bed. Once he had positioned himself so that her legs were over his shoulders and bent at the knee he moved his gaze to her eyes.

Rupert held her eyes as his lips made contact, softly at first, gradually applying more and more pressure. When she began to squirm under his lips, his tongue flashed out and stroked her just inside her nether lips from bottom to clit. He watched as she closed her eyes and her head rolled back into the pillows as he went to work.

Buffy was moaning and calling his name, she couldn't even begin to describe what it was that he was doing to her, it was tongue and teeth and licking and sucking and it felt so good. She felt the familiar tightening in her womb and she knew it wouldn't be long. Suddenly, she felt his tongue plunge into her and back out then in again as one of his hands snaked around her hip and started rubbing slow, hard circles around her clit.

Buffy bucked against his face and he used his other hand to hold her down as he used his tongue to fuck her. The closer she got the better she tasted and the louder she called his name. Before this was over, he mused to himself I want to hear her scream my name. He smiled into her at the though and the grin grew wider when he pictured himself screaming hers.

"Aha, Aha, uh, Rupert, yes, yes, yes, oh god, oh fuck, oh god, that's it, right there, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" She moaned and rambled as her body shook with the orgasm.

Rupert petted her and kissed her lightly as she came down, then he crawled up her body and smiled at her as she opened her lust heavy eyes.

"Well, that's one dirty little mouth you've got there." He joked. Buffy blushed. "I like it." He whispered breathily into her ear.

Buffy grinned and raised her eyebrow at him. "Really?" she asked in playfully evil voice.

"You have no idea."

"Well, then," she smirked at him and leaned closer to his ear, "take those pants off and fuck me, Mr. Giles."

Rupert gave off a low feral growl from deep within his throat and looked Buffy in the eyes.

"Yes my queen."

With that he took her mouth in a demanding kiss, his tongue moving pasted hers and sweeping into her mouth, skimming the roof and tracing the tops of her teeth as he moved to his knees and unbuttoned his jeans.

The moment he had freed his straining erection Buffy reached down and took hold of it, squeezing it in her firm grasp. Rupert sucked in air between his teeth at the sensation of her small silky hand playing over his cock.

"Is it my turn?" Buffy asked him as she looked into his eyes.

"For what?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Fantastic feats of felaicio." She smiled up at him.

He tried to keep a straight face as he looked at her but with the goofy grin she was giving him it was impossible and he burst into fits of laughter into which she too fell.

Before he had realized what happened he found himself under her, she had stopped laughing and was slowly working her way down his body with light kisses to his flesh. All laughter died on his lips when hers touched the head of his penis. Rupert released a moan when Buffy stuck out her tongue and moved it in a painfully slow circle around the ridge.

"You like that?" her voice became sultry and low as she looked up at him.

"How about this?" she asked as she dipped her head once more and took nearly his full length into her mouth and began to suck while moving her head up and down over it.

"Aha!" was all Rupert could mange as she quickly brought him towards the edge.

Buffy groaned in protest as he pulled her up his body, removing her mouth from his member. Her protests were quickly forgotten as he took possession of her mouth once more. He rolled them over so that he was once more in control.

"I want to be inside you." He whispered as he moved himself to her opening and ran the tip teasingly over her slit. "Is that what you want? Do you want me inside you?" he asked his voice heavy with lust. Buffy nodded, her eyes close, her panting kiss swollen lips slightly parted.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want."

Buffy opened her eyes and took hold of him with her gaze as she spoke.

"I want to feel you inside me. Please." She said in an almost begging voice.

Rupert smiled at her then took her lips in another fiery kiss, swallowing her cries as he sheathed himself inside her. He stilled for a moment, allowing her time to adjust to his considerable size. When she began to move restlessly against him, he pulled almost completely out of her then slid home once more. He set a slow pace at first and sped up as she moved to meet each of his strokes. Soon he was pumping her furiously, as sweat formed on their skin and there moans of pleasure became louder and louder.

"Talk to me luv." Rupert begged.

Buffy hesitated at first; she never had a man ask her for pillow talk before, then as she raised her hips to meet a pounding thrust the words found their way into her throat.

"Ah, fuck that feels so good." She rasped as he twisted his hips. "God don't stop. Love it. Love you."

"Buffy." Was his hoarse response. "So tight, so wet. I could stay inside you forever." He told her as he continued to move above her.

"So good…feels, so good…oh god! So close, don't stop Rupert, don't stop…ahhh, oh, I'm so close…so…ahh, coming!" Buffy words were strangled and choppy as he drove her over the cliff, riding her beyond ecstasy.

"Christ Buffy!" Rupert called as her walls clamped around him. "Bloody hell, cum for me again baby. God, I want to feel that again."

To help her along to her next climax he slipped his hand between their sweat slicked bodies and massaged her swollen nub as he sped up his thrusts. This time when she went over she took him with her, milking wave after wave of his liquid hotness from him, their bodies quivering and collapsing together.

Rupert rolled off of her and gathered her to his side, the air around them cooling their damp skin. He leaned in a whispered to her.

"I love you Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy…"

Buffy stirred and became aware of two things, the first was that someone was shaking her and the second was that the someone was calling her name. Buffy opened her eyes slowly to find Willow, hovering over her.

"I'm up, I'm up." Buffy told the redhead as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Wil, its 4:00 in the morning, why the heck did you wake me up."

"Well, you were moaning and thrashing around in your sleep. I thought maybe you were having another one of your nightmares.”

Suddenly Buffy remember the dream, every single, leg soaking detail of it. Wow. The Slayer jumped out of bed, starling Willow as she did so and rushed around the room throwing on her clothes.

"Buffy are you okay?" Willow asked.

"Fine. Have you seen my other shoe?"

"Um, it's under the bed. Buffy why are you getting dressed at 4:00 in the morning?"

"I have to go see Giles." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh. OH! It's not one of your prophetic dreams again is it?" Willow asked alarmed as Buffy crawled out from under the bed shoe in hand.

"God I hope so." Buffy mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing Wil, I'm sure everything's fine, just go back to bed."

"Oh good, cause I mean we just had an apocalypse and we really should get a couple months off before another one, I mean doesn't evil have to rest too?" Willow rambled as she climbed back into bed.

"Uh huh." Buffy answered absentmindedly as she put on her shoes and moved to the door.

Buffy had to force herself not to run to Giles’ apartment and once she got there she stood on the front doorstep, hand frozen, raised to knocked. What in the world did she think she would say? ‘Hey Giles, came over to see if your as good in bed as you were in my dream'? Or how about ‘Hey Giles wanna Boff'? Oh for heaven sake just knock Buffy.

Giles awoke startled from the knocking on his door, he'd fallen asleep on the sofa again, book in hand. He glanced at his watch. Who in the world would be knocking on his door at 4:30 am? He got to his feet as the offender knocked again, this time louder. He shuffled over to the door.

"Yes, yes, keep your knickers on." He muttered scratching his bare chest.

Giles swung the door open and blinked at the sight in front of him.

"Buffy?" Giles moved aside as Buffy came in and moved toward the sofa.

"Giles, we need to talk."

THE END

Or could it be the beginning? ::Evil Grin::