Poof

Additional warnings for the last chapters: Buffy/Riley & Giles/Olivia. Yes, I know. But, please remember all Buffy and Giles did was get rid of the evil demon. There are still a few snags, like other significant others. So if you aren't fond of either pairing... feel free to flame me, severely. My email is manic1066@yahoo.com . I welcome it. I'd love it. Also gratuitous mentions of Viagra, goats and dental dams. Should never have read Giles: Goat Boy. Nope, not a good thing.

Oh... and if you're going to go into a corner and whimper because of a few itty bitty sex scenes, can I recommend a nice Christopher Golden book? With a lot of references to Giles as a nice safe father figure in Buffy's life.

Anyhoo, hope y'all are enjoying it so far, very severe angst in the future.

Right, like that would work.

Onward!
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Poof (Part Six)

"I packed all the wrong things." Buffy said reflectively, as she ran her fingers through Giles' chest hair. Efficiently smearing oil over any parts of him that weren't previously oiled.

"What do you mean?" Asked Giles with a laugh.

"Well, downstairs in the slaying duffle are stakes, holy water, and a short sword. Not a mop. Which wouldn't fit anyway."

"If it ever rained here you wouldn't have a problem."

Buffy sat up and looked down at Giles. "I'm all for the Slaying duty. But I'm sure, that nowhere in the Slayer manual is the rule that the Slayer needs a mop."

"You'd rather leave a pile of demon remains congealing on the streets of downtown Sunnydale?"

"I've heard of seeing stars, fainting, seeing a divine light and swooning after an orgasm, but never did they mention in the sex-ed books about seeing a light ball turn a demon in to a big gloppy mess."

"In front of the Krispy Kreme."

"What?"

"You didn't see the location?"

"I think I missed that bit," answered Buffy, "you mean the Yeoz demon rampaged through the Espresso Pump and then hit the donut shop? After destroying my leather pants? Couldn't the nice ball of light leave the demon with a little skin? I was looking forward to tanning its hide. I thought the purple color would go really well with my black top."

"You know how to cure and tan leather?"

"Well, no, Giles, duh. But I figured, as you're all into the Egyptian stuff, you'd know how to do that."

"Buffy the Egyptians mummified people, it's a different subject all together."

"You mean they didn't teach you how to tan demon hides at Watcher Camp?"

"Yes, in the midst of punting, meetings and tea we broke for lessons in curing leather. Buffy, it's a little, well, tacky, to dress in demon."

"Well, it still owed me one pair of leather pants. And now donuts? I have to do without a decent mocha and donuts? For a pile of goo?"

"Well, I'm fairly certain the shop wasn't damaged by the death, however, one might want to avoid the jellies for a week or so." Replied Giles, lifting her hand off the oil patterns she was drawing on his chest and interlacing their fingers together. He lifted his head up to see the pictures Buffy had drawn on him but couldn't really make anything out.

"Eeeww, I think you put me off donuts for about a month. I think we're beginning to glop together." Buffy noted, looking at the oil over their bodies and Giles' chest hair looking all spiky and punk like. With little squiggly patterns here and there.

"Not with you over there." Giles tugged on Buffy's leg and yanked her down on the bed. Rolling on top of her, his fingers began to trace patterns on her body, followed by his lips. He started to suck on her nipple and Buffy gave a little start. "Softer." She murmured. She swore she felt Giles grin, as he began to lick every part of breast but nipple, moving up every once in awhile to blow on it. She couldn't stop herself from lifting up and rubbing her vagina against Giles' leg.

"Can all demons die like this?"

Giles, who had moved on to Buffy's stomach and bellybutton, looked up at her and shook his head. "Unfortunately, rituals such as these, are few and far between. Most demons are dispatched with conventional weapons. Besides, having to carry a mop around might be a bit cumbersome. And not all that subtle. Or discrete. Although, seeing you in a janitor's uniform might be a bit amusing."

"Oh, ahaaa," which Buffy had meant to be a laugh, but turned into a groan as Giles moved further down her body and had his mouth softly over her clitoris. He scooted down a bit and moved her leg over his shoulder and buried his nose in her pubic hair while lapping at her clit. Buffy's hands moved to his hair and raked through it as Giles shifted a hand beneath her and slowly put his finger into her. He added another finger and thrust in and out of her at a languid pace. His other hand steadied her hip as his tongue circled her clitoris and then went directly over it, pressing down gently on it.

Giles shifted between her legs and tilted her up a little more. He began to alternate his tongue on her clit with a slight touch of his teeth. His fingers curved into her, and Buffy grabbed hea head and moaned. His thumb pressed against the juncture of her thigh as he moved with her. Buffy couldn't stop her foot from pressing into Giles' back as she felt the warmth of her third orgasm of the evening hit her. Her hands were gripping the sides of his head as her thumbs caressed the tips of his ears. Her chest was flushed and her nipples were so sensitive that the air in the loft was enough to stimulate them. Giles laid her back down against the bed and slowly withdrew his fingers. His breath was warm against her clitoris as each exhale drew a fresh tremor from her. When her breathing began to return to normal, Giles moved his mouth once again to her stomach and placed soft kisses on it, every now and then dipping his tongue into her navel. Her clitoris and the lips of her vagina felt swollen and full. She felt, well, sated. His mouth kept a light touch against her skin until he gave a soft sigh and turned his head sideways. She felt his breathing even out as he dozed off, his head resting against her stomach and cradled between her thighs.

Her Watcher had a point, thought Buffy as she began to fall asleep. Slaying demons and magic rituals took a lot of energy out of a Slayer. A nap was in order.
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Buffy woke up distinctly uncomfortable. She was sticky, slippery and had a weight of equally messy Watcher head on her stomach. Who was looking really cute all asleep. His hand was against her side and hieatheath tickled her as he made these really soft, snorking noises as he slept. It wasn't really snoring, it was a snork. His beard scratched her stomach and felt all bristly. So her once tweedy Watcher now resembled a spiky, snorky, sticky and let's not forget oily, slacker. What had Giles said? 'Man of Leisure.' He needed to get out more. Right now, though, Buffy would settle for off. Because the sheets, now a gigantic mess, were doing nothing to keep her warm and she really needed a shower.

"Giles," Buffy said, putting her hand in to his hair that looked as bad as hers felt. His hair was all over the place and Buffy pretty much figured out that her hair was probably close to the worst case of bed hair she'd ever had. Giles went from snorking to awake in one half-breath and looked up at her in the dim light of the loft. Her hand moved down to his cheek and stroked the bristles she felt there.

"If I look like you, we're a mess." And plunked his head back down on her stomach.

"Aren't you supposed to say something like I look radiant and glowing in the far reaches of the bed?"

"You were glowing earlier, now, I have no idea what term to use to describe us. I notice you don't have anything nice to say about me." Replied Giles as he lifted himself off her and flopped down beside her. Immediately jumping a bit, mumbling 'wet spot' and gave up on attempting to move after seeing the state of the sheets.

"You have cute toes," Buffy said stretching out her legs and grimacing a bit as they adjusted to the loss of the Watcher weight.

"What?" Asked Giles as his hand moved to Buffy's thigh and began kneading it, relaxing the muscles. Giles sat up against the headboard, tossing a pillow onto the floor and grabbed Buffy's legs, laid them across his and kept massaging them. Buffy, by this time, was sideways on the bed, stretched out and yawned. "You have cute toes. Noticed it at some point. Giles has cute toes. It was a thought." Said Buffy as she spied the clock on the bedside table, grabbed it and brought it to her face.

"What time is it?" Asked Giles while blinking, massaging and yawning. And looking all scruffy.

"Four. I have a class at nine." Buffy said while looking at the clock from her semi upside down position. "Psych. Ummm, there, right there." She said moving her legs as Giles hit a really sensitive spot. "Okay, stop right there," Buffy continued as Giles had begun to move his hand from her leg to her stomach. "I really need a shower before we become one with the sheets. I think these sheets are dead, Giles. But I saved the duvet."

Giles laughed in the dim light and Buffy could see a flash of his teeth. He stretcagaiagain and ran a hand across her chest again, mapping her contours. "We both need a shower. If you'll wait here, I'll get you something to wear, and if you'd be so kind as to save me a bit of hot water, I'll be a gentleman and let you shower first." He let her legs fall to the side and leaned over her, kissing her gently.

"Giles," Buffy said as the bed dipped and Giles got up, stretching again, "You're going to go downstairs, get me something to wear, so that I can go downstairs and shower, taking off whatever you get me?" "Well, yes." Giles replied looking puzzled. Buffy rolled her eyes as she sat up and looked at her Watcher. She ran her hands along his sides and over his ass, feeling the marks she had made. Giles grabbed her hands and hauled her to her feet. She stretched against his chest and walked to the stairs and down them toward the bathroom. "I'll settle for some strained orange juice." Buffy tossed over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom.

"There are some spare toothbrushes in the cabinet, and I'll get busy."

Buffy avoided any and all glances at the mirror and stepped into the tub, running the water until it was nice and hot. She grabbed the soap, located the shampoo and began to get the mess of the previous night off of her. Giles' soap was nice and all sandalwoody and his shampoo did the job. Sooner than Buffy would have thought, she felt all clean and Slayer fit. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, bracing herself for a look in the mirror. Her lips looked swollen and her body was achy in all the right places, but she felt very ready for the day. She took a look in Giles' cabinet, grabbed a toothbrush and felt human again. Looking to the door she spotted the Hefrobe and with a grin, pulled it down and wrapped herself in it. Exiting the bathroom she wandered into the kitchen. Giles raised an eyebrow at the site of Buffy swimming in his robe, gave her hair a brush with his hand and went into the bathroom. Buffy followed him with her eyes, because he had apparently seen the idiocy of his earlier remarks and was naked, butt naked. His butt took a quick second to his toes as the cutest Giles feature.

She looked to the counter and spotted a glass of juice, with most of the pulp removed. As she drank it, swallowing the little pieces of pulp that remained, she took a look in the fridge. Her eyes lit up at the sight of some fresh fruit. Grabbing a banana she wandered over to the couch grinning at the sound of Giles in the shower. Curling up on the couch, she spotted some leftover cookied bed began to munch on the cookies, forgetting the banana. She was on her third cookie when she heard the door to the bathroom open and Giles walk out. Her head leaned back over the edge of the couch as she caught sight of a towel covered Giles heading back up the stairs. Her hand stretched out and tugged the edge of the towel and pulled him to her. They grinned at each other as he kissed her, his breath all minty and fresh. He stood back up and grabbed the rest of the cookie out of her hand and wandered back up the stairs, munching on the cookie as he went.

Buffy stretched her legs out on the couch and zoned out, holding the banana to her lips and found herself content. She came out of her haze to find a very amused Giles holding a glass of what looked suspiciously like pulp laden orange juice, dressed only in boxers and and tee-shirt. He hadn't shaved and his hair was all wet, non-oily and rumply. Relaxed Giles was a welcome sight. He groaned, plucked the banana away from her lips with a "don't do that." Peeling the banana and eating it, he broke some off and handed a piece to Buffy. After a bit, Buffy got up and wandered upstairs to dress. She found her bra wedged between the headboard and the mattress, tossed her panties in the trash, grimaced at the state of the sheets again, and finished dressing. Spotting Giles' glasses on the bedside table she grabbed them left the loft.

Coming back downstairs, she found Giles back in the kitchen making tea and blinking a bit. Handing his glasses to him, she found herself in his arms, both of them smelling like sandalwood. Relaxing into his arms, she felt his chest rumble a bit.

"Alright then?"

"Yes," Buffy answered. "You kept me safe." She said with a grin. "I'm going to go back, do a quick sweep, make sure the goo is gone and get ready for class. I'm done at four."

Giles nodded and replied, "Just remember to avoid the jelly donuts for a week."

They laughed together as Giles walked her to the door, picking up the duffel and handing it to her. They both stopped and banged into the door before realizing that it was locked. Giles reached behind her and unlocked the door. Right before he opened it, Buffy pulled him down for a kiss. Giles pressed her to the door and kissed her right back, his beard tickling her lips. She opened up the door and left, the path back to the dorms looking far less ominous than it had hours before.

Smiling as she walked down the streets of Sunnydale in the early morning light, she started as a large noise came up behind her. Turning and digging into the duffel for a stake, she dropped it as the sight of a tank came up beside her. She looked at it in disbelief as out popped Riley's head.

Riley, a tank, in the street. And her without underwear.

Had to be the Hellmouth.