Poof

Poof (Part Five)

Giles, it seemed had a very bizarre definition of foreplay. Buffy stared at him while he went to the four corners of the loft and set up the candles, put the oil on the bedside table, after giving it a good sniff, and opened up the book and sat on the corner of the bed to read.

Not really wanting to disturb the heady Watcher vibes, Buffy toed off her shoes and leaned over the railing staring into the apartment below. It really was a different view. One, that Buffy would have bet money on that she'd never see. If this wasn't a demon thing she might of appreciated it better. She looked to Giles again, who had gotten some matches and was lighting the candles in what looked like a very ritualistic way while muttering an incantation in a language Buffy had no desire to ever understand. Maybe if Willow had been here she'd be able to translate.

While watching. And chewing on a dental dam. To make sure they did it right. Knowing Willow, she'd be offering up commentary.

She was so in the mood for this.

Practical. She could do this. There was oil. That would soon be on them. Giles had a very nice duvet cover. Probably not a good thing if oil got on it. So she pulled the cover down, feeling her ears get hot and keeping her eyes down. Her Slayer-spidey sense went active and she looked up to see the loft surrounded in a soft golden glow that was sparkly and nice and warm. And multicolored.

She was betting that Giles had gotten the ritual right. When he needed to, he did magic. For orgies and saving her. That was a weird combination. Giles cleared his throat and she looked up to see Giles on the opposite side of the bed to her. The book was open to what she guessed was the ritual. Buffy sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the pretty lights dancing around the loft. She heard the sound of what must be Giles' shoes hitting the floor and felt the bed dip as Giles got on it. She jumped as Giles put his hand on her shoulder and she could feel his fingers just touching her neck. She really wished she could stop the tremors that were traveling through her body.

"Buffy," came that low voice, "turn around." And she couldn't. Because for all the prep Giles had done, he was probably all naked and ready to be oiled and Buffy was sure she wasn't ready to face naked and soon to shiny Giles. She was really nervous. This did not bode well for the ritual. And mutual orgasms. If she was this anxious, what about Giles. Performance anxiety never really did much for sex. Or orgasms. Maybe the table did hold some Viagra. Women were affected too. Drugged ritualistic sex. Sounded better than the alternative.

"Buffy." She felt a slight pressure from the fingers, that were on her shoulder, the fingers that were attached to her Watcher. She gave a nervous giggle, that sounded like a squeak to her very acute Slayer hearing and the bed dipped even more as Giles moved closer to her. "Turn around, it's alright. I promised this would be alright. You're safe with me."

Buffy scooted around, closing her eyes to prepare herself for a naked Watcher. She snapped them open to see Giles smiling gently and still dressed. Not ready to be oiled. He knelt, facing her and very dressed. She let out the breath she didn't remember holding and looked him in the eyes. Giles had very nice eyes. Nice safe eyes.

It was the rest of him she wasn't sure of.

"Give me your hands."

Buffy put her hands in Giles' and noticed that he was a little shaky too. They moved around on the bed until they were sitting cross-legged facing each other. Giles moved his hands to her wrists and her hands followed his until she could feel his pulse beneath her fingers and knew Giles had done the same thing. "Close your eyes and breathe with me."

This was a training move. One of the only ones she and Giles did where they touched. It always centered her. Relaxed her. She could feel his heartbeat slowing down and knew hers was slowing as well until both their hearts were beating in unison and they were breathing in sync. Her eyes snapped open and she looked into Giles' eyes staring back at her. His hands moved from her wrists to trail up and down her arms. Her hands fell down to rest lightly on his knees as his fingers moved up to her neck, along the sides of her face and cupped her cheeks. He smiled again and his eyes sparkled in the light. Her eyes dipped down and she realized that her hands were moving in little motions on his legs.

He moved again and was behind her. His hands moved up and down her arms, slipping every now and then to rest on her hips and just to the tops of her legs. She leaned back and rested her head on Giles' chest. Her knees came up a bit and she moved closer to him between his parted legs. Her eyes followed his nicem lem legs to his very cute toes. Giles leant back and she moved with him until they were reclining slightly against the headboard and their legs were stretched out, moving against each other, while his hands and fingertips moved lightly up and down her sides.

She turned her head into his neck and smelt his cologne, which went well with the scent of the oil that drifted up from the side of the bed. His right hand came up and moved into her hair, caressing the back of her skull and massaging her neck. Buffy turned to face him, straddling his leg and licked the side of his neck. She sat back and put both hands on his shoulders and moved them to his chest and arms feeling the muscles beneath her fingers. Her hand moved to his neck and she ran the tips of her fingers under his collar and felt the dusting of hair that she'd seen under the Hefner robe. Her hand moved down and she followed with her eyes shifting as her hands ran down the sides of his body to the tips of those cute toes and back up his legs. She rested a hand on either thigh and felt the muscles from the mod running shift under her hands.

Avoiding, for now, anything under his fly, her hands circled his thighs and Giles slid down to lie beneath her, his hands supporting her on her hips moving his thumbs in little circles on her. Leaning over him, her hair framing them both, hands moving to his chest, she dipped down and traced his lips with her tongue. His hand moved to her back and pulled her down, opening his mouth and kissing her back.

And she knew it would be okay. Because Giles and she were kissing deeply and harder than ever before. She stretched out on top of him, mussed his hair and found out she couldn't get enough of his mouth. That tongue that wrapped around all those dead languages was currently dipping in and out of her mouth. Tasting her, moving to her cheeks and back to her lips. Her mouth left his and she licked her way across his cheeks to his neck and over to his ear. She licked around the outside of his ear and then nibbled on the lobe, scraping her teeth across the earring that seemed to be a permanent fixture on Giles these days.

Giles moved, gripping her to him and rolled them until he was above her, kissing her, moving down until his lips closed around the outside of her breast. She arched up feeling his teeth through her shirt as he closed around her nipple. His hand caressed her other breast and his mouth moved between her breasts. She wrapped her fingers into his hair and found herself pushing him down. He moved his mouth to her waist and lifted her shirt up a bit and kissed her on her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel, supporting himself on one hand, his other grasped the edge of her shirt. His head lifted up and he met her eyes. She nodded, he smiled again, looking less like her gentle Watcher and more, well, Rippery, and he pushed her shirt up and off. He ended up kneeling over her, as his fingers traced her chest, moving to the edges of her bra. His hand moved from her throat to her breasts again, this time running his fingers under her bra. His hand flicked against the clasp and undid her bra. Eyes never leaving her breasts, his fingers ran along the outside of her breasts, along the sides and back to her chest moving from the bottom of her breasts, over her nipples, to her shoulders and back again. Letting her bra fall off, she pulled his shirt off and matched his actions, running her fingers through the unfamiliar hair on his chest and making him shudder as her nails scraped over his nipples. Her hands then moved to his waist, moved behind him into his waistband and over his ass.

He moved to the buttons at his fly and undid them, rolling off her and to the edge of his bed where he pulled his pants off and returned to her, clad only his boxers. She sat up and pushed him down, his head facing the foot of the bed, running her hands over his chest. Her mouth moved to his nipples and she licked them. Starting when she heard his voice, rough in a way she'd never heard before, saying only one word, "harder."

Her teeth closed around his nipple, alternately biting and sucking on it. She moved to the other one, repeating her actions. She felt his hips pushing up against her, feeling his erection as he moved up to her. She sat up again, smiling as she fished a little hair out of her mouth. They laughed together and his hands moved behind her. Positioning her until she straddled him and he caressed and pushed his fingers against her ass. He pushed up into her crotch and she ground down against him, feeling herself soaking her panties, moaning as she did so. His hand moved to the snap of her pants and he looked into her eyes as her hand went over his. She felt his fingers move as he undid her pants. She rolled off him, removed her pants and her underwear. Giles raised up on his elbows watching her as she stood naked before him. She came back to the bed and ran her hands up his bare legs, up and under the edge of his boxers. His hand slipped under the elastic pressing down on his penis, he raised his hips as she pulled his boxers off and tossed them over the side of the bed. He smiled as he sat up and faced her as they had in the beginning. Her eyes strayed to his cock, the tip wet and her hand followed as her palm rubbed up his penis and to his waist.

"You're so beautiful." He chuckled and cupped her cheek again. "Isn't that my line, Buffy?" She hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud and laughed, he joined her, pulling her to straddle him. Her vagina rested against his thigh and she felt herself opening and the hair on his leg tickling her. His cock pushed up through her pubic hair and the tip rested against her belly, the tip moving and leaving a wet trail across her. His hand moved to the back of her head again and he pulled her in for one of those hard, wet kisses again. Their hands moved against the other's bare skin as they mapped each other, their sweat co-mingling as they pressed closer together.

Giles broke the embrace and his hands moved to the sides of her head again, moving under her hair and looked her square in the eyes. "Ready for the oil?" Buffy smiled, pushim dim down again and answered "I just need a practice run." Giles laughed again as Buffy ran her finger from the base of his throat to the edge of his pubic hair. She followed the path of her finger with her tongue, stopping only when she felt the tip of his penis under her chin. His hips moved again and she felt the tip slide against her throat. She quivered and ran a finger over the head of his cock, gathering up some pre-come on her fingertip, looking Giles in the eyes and sucked it into her mouth like a lollypop

Giles groaned deeply, laughed and growled "I don't need that association, please." Buffy laughed with him as he rolled hem over again saying he might need some practice as well. Buffy's back arched as Giles ran his tongue down the middle of her chest to her vagina and sucked hard on her clitoris. He moved his thumb to press against her as he moved his tongue lower and into her. Buffy's hands clutched the sheets as Giles' tongue moved inside of her. She moaned a sibilant no as his mouth left her. She opened her eyes and looked at Giles, one hand still on her clitoris, flicking it, as the other reached for the oil on the bedside table. His index finger dipped into the oil and she placed her hand over his as he ran the tip of his finger from the base of her throat to the edge of her pubic hair. The lights that had been dancing around them moved to hover above them. Giles lifted the oil tr anr and she dipped her finger in, and followed his motions. As she finished the stroke, the lights swooped down from above them and enveloped them both. They gasped as the oil heated and flared on their chests.

Giles leaned over her, his penis hot between them, pressing down harder on her, his sweat beading on his forehead and kissed her. He moved off her a bit and reached into the drawer of his night stand. She stopped his hand and said "I'm on the pill, Willow never really asked." Giles smirked and bent over her, stretching out over her, their legs moving against each other as their bodies fit together. Really well. As he began to roll them over again, Buffy stopped him saying 'I want to feel you on me." Giles nodded and moved over her again, his fingers sticky with her juices and oil moving into her hair again and kissing her in one of those hard, wet kisses that he favored.

He raised his head and looked her in the eyes as his hand moved between them and positioned his cock at her entrance. She felt the tip pulsing wet and hard just inside her. She tried moving to get him fully inside her, his hand stopped her movements, as he bent his lips to her ear and said roughly, "I want to make you scream." As he finished, he slid all the way inside her.

They held still for a moment, and then began to move against each other. Buffy's arms went around Giles' broad shoulders to his back, moving her hands down to his ass as she tried to push him deeper inside her. Giles pushed his face into the side of her neck and she felt his breath hot and wet against it as he moved inside her. His cock fit her perfectly. Her legs came up around his sides pushing him deeper inside her. He moved with a short thrust and changed the angle and she let out a groan saying "there." Giles raised his head and grinned at her. The sweat mixing with the oils on their chests. If Buffy had been thinking coherently she would have noticed that Willow's oil really went well with their mingled scents. But she wasn't. The only thought going through her head, besides the pleasure was how nice Giles' chest hair felt against her nipples. It tickled and she laughed. Giles smiled at her and said "wrong noise."

Their laughter turned to groans as Giles slid a hand between them and pressed down on her clit again. Her fingernails dug into his waist as his thrusts sped up. He brought his forehead to hers and she felt his breath hot and wet against her face as she arched and rubbed up against him. She thought he felt it before she did. This feeling gathering in the base of her spine, moving to the tips of her toes, and back. Back until they were moving together and she began to quake and scream with pleasure. Giles groaned, thrust once more, holding still as she felt him come with her.

As they came, the oil on their chests flared up, the heat just enough to match their orgasms and the lights coalesced into a ball at the ceiling, flared out and disappeared in a flash. The candles extinguished themselves. For all the revelations that were supposed to come from the Gnarch ritual, all Buffy could focus one the the aftershocks she was feeling, the tremors that racked her and Giles, his cock moving inside her.

She felt his weight as he lowered all the way down on her. They laughed again and looked around the room. "Much better than the Bacchanal of Pan." said Giles. "There's something to be said for goats," replied Buffy. Giles smiled at her and kissed her forehead and licked at the sweat gathered at the nape of her neck. Buffy felt him still inside her and hard, and quivered as she felt herself still twitching.

Giles looked down at her and pulled out suddenly. Buffy groaned and looked him in the eyes. He pulled her down on the bed and ran his hands down her legs. Her eyes were drawn to his cock, still hard and wet with her juices. The head red and swollen. He knelt on his knees and drew her legs over his and thrust back inside her with one furious stroke. His mouth moved to her breast, as he licked, sucked and pulled on her nipple with his teeth. Buffy's legs moved to the back of Giles' thighs pushing her up and against him. Giles made short, hard thrusts into her as her hands held his head to her breast. She felt her she tensing up again as she came again, feeling it emanate from her vagina outwards through her limbs. Still trembling she felt Giles move his hands beneath her, lift her up and groan against her breast as his seed spurted into her. He held her to him for a moment and then let her down, slipping out of her.

Giles knelt over her, breathing hard. Buffy was still feeling aftershocks as she shifted slightly, drew him down to her and slid her hands along his chest, wet and sticky with oil and sweat. Giles moved his hand along the inside of her thigh aan han his fingers lightly over her swollen sex. She jerked as she felt his fingers dip inside her again. He withdrew them, wet with both their juices, and sucked them inside his mouth. She pulled him to her and kissed him. They drew apart, their foreheads against one another, breathing deeply.

"Who knew sex could be so much fun." Buffy said laughing as she and Giles tried to find a place on the sheets that wasn't wet, sticky or oily.

Giles laughed and drew Buffy to him so that she was draped along his side.

"I did."