Poof

Additional Warning here: This wonderful chapter has a bit of the Teutonic monkey boy. So if for some reason you like him, I'd avoid this like the plague. If however you think the idiot should be shot, castrated and strung out on his long monkey limbs, well then. . . read on.

Poof (Part Seven)

There was a tank on the streets of Sunnydale. A big green army tank. That currently housed the head, and presumably the rest, of her boyfriend. This being Sunnydale, and all the weirdness that resided on and in the streets and sewers, Buffy was fully ready accept the possibility that her boyfriend had become part tank.

The alternative was too scary to think of. Riley was inside a tank, beside her, while she currently, was without underwear. Because she'd thrown them out after having ritualistic sex with Giles in order to kill a demon. And after-ritualistic sex with Giles. It had been really, well good. Fun. Not the serious, we're having sex, sex, that she'd had with Angel, Parker and now Riley. Very serious sex, because they were having sex. And it was supposed to be something to take very seriously. Because it was sex. Giles had laughed, and she had laughed and had fun. Somewhere in the midst of the ritualistic sex and the aftersex, it had become a really fun thing. It had been messy, and even if she'd looked really bad after all of it, Giles had just taken it as par for the course.

He expected her to look all messy and hadn't really worried about the state of the sheets. He hadn't even cared about the state of the bed. Just her. And how she felt, and how he'd felt. And how they tasted together. And none of the other guys haen ten thought about it. Giles had just done it, looking really sexy while he did that sucking fingers thing. He hadn't really stopped. He hadn't stared at her like a china doll to be handled with care. But he also hadn't been rough or determined. He just done what he felt like and then conked out on her. Not trying to cradle her, protect her or surround her. She'd gone along with it, because it felt right, it just was. He promised to keep her safe and had. He'd and she realized, her too, and really, if she thought hard about it, had reveled in it.

Not something to share. Especially when her boyfriend was currently sticking his head out of a vehicle of mass destruction

Riley shouted "Buffy!" and leapt out of the tank. Not tankboy. Just Riley in his fatigues, rifle in hand and all 6'4" of him. Standing beside her while the tank rumbled. Riley grinned down at her, and Graham's head popped up where Riley's head had just been. Buffy had to stifle a giggle at the thought of the pop-up solider boys in the tank. Like Kleenex, or weebles.

"Did you get some new form of transportation, Riley?" Asked Buffy. Because this was a normal question. One you'd ask when your boyfriend rumbled up beside you in a tank.

Buffy thought wistfully of her Mom's attempt to send her to an all-girl's school. The uniforms would have been a nightmare, all plaid, tartan, with kilts, bloomers, ties and everything. But she might have become a nun and then avoided everything like this. Nuns were normal. They even had cool hats. With flaps. Knowing her luck, she would have been able to fly in hers. Buffy's eyes strayed to the tank and back to Riley, who was looking really pleased with himself.

"Buffy, I called your dorm last night, but no one was there, so I left a message on the machine, you should have been there." Riley excitedly said. Graham just glared at her from the hole in the pop-up tank. For some reason Graham had disliked her on sight. Actually he'd been fine with her until she pummeled on him and the rest of Riley's little group. Buffy would bet money on it that Graham was all for the ban on women in combat. Because they were supposed to stay home and cook, welcoming the men home from war with kisses in Times Square with their legs swept back while the men wore a jaunty little sailor's cap. Women, were not, in Graham's little green world, allowed to fight, do it better than he did. Buffy did it in regular clothes, and never broke a nail. Carrying a little pointy piece of wood. Not a 'my rifle is bigger than your gun' thing. Her stake didn't even shoot things. She'd probably given Graham nightmares, just for the fact that she didn't look like an Amazon woman warrior. Wasn't anything remotely warrior like, being about a foot shorter than everyone, skinny and fashion conscious. And blond. That and the fact that Riley liked her more than Graham. Maybe it was because she and Riley had sex. The army was all about the homoerotic vibe and Buffy would bet money on it that her presence messed with Graham's little guy world of uniforms, guns and after combat group showers. But she'd never ask, because he'd never tell.

"In the tank?" That was really all Buffy could think to say, because you just didn't see vehicles the size of the tank in Sunnydale. The trucks had to go around on the bypass, so tanks were not a common occurrence around Sunnydale.

"Oh," said Riley, turning to face the tank, "it's not a tank, it's an urban assault vehicle."

"And the difference is?"

"Well, no turrets for one thing. And it doesn't have a cannon. The track is different, the turning radius is smaller, it's more maneuverable in the streets and,"

"Riley, we don't have time for this." Said Graham, "We've got to get back to base before sunrise. In thirty-two minutes."

"Go ahead Graham," Riley waved to him, "I'll walk Buffy back to the dorms and meet you at 0700 for the debriefing. Graham grumbled, the not-tank rumbled, popped his head back down and Buffy just stared as the tank continued its merry way down the streets of Sunnydale.

"You had to be there Buffy." Riley repeated.

"Where?"

"With us, last night. After that unknown HST ran over the platoon yesterday, Professor Walsh came up with this amazing plan. We were finally able to get a bead on the HST and tracked it to an alley of sector 7-G. Once we cornered it, we hit it with multiple rifle blasts from the shelter of the vehicle. All of a sudden, under the combined assault, the rifle blasts combined into a charged energy mass and blew the demon apart. Completely shattering its atomic structure and reducing it to water and base chemical mass."

That had been nice timing, thought Buffy. Plus the Initiative had most likely cleanp thp the goo saving her from mop duty and a uniform.

"Sour our rifle blasts turned the demon into a puddle of goo? Did you cross the streams?"

'No, what? Anyway we gathered up the resulting emissions and Graham's taking it back for study. We might be able to regenerate the form from the genetic base."

"You're going to grow a demon?"

"Well, study the remains at the very least."

Buffy shook her head, walking down the street back to UC Sunnydale, with Riley's arm around her shoulders. If they managed to regrow the demon, she and Giles would have to perform the ritual again. And she should so not be thinking of that while walking down the street, following the tank on her way back to the dorms, with her boyfriend by her side. Buffy listened with one ear as Riley told her all about his exciting evening in the not-tank as they made their way back to the dorms.

"Riley, what if you manage to regenerate this demon? You were lucky to kill it the first time, what if, something goes wrong in trocerocess and you can't contain it? What if you've created an uber-demon?"

"Buffy, Professor Walsh knows what she's doing, We've been studying these HSTs, we've got the superior firepower, we'll be able to handle it. Don't worry about it. Do you want me to come up?"

"Umm, no, I want to take a quick nap before class, I was up pretty late researching the demon and I should get some sleep before Professor Walsh's class, I mean I wouldn't like her to catch me by surprise or unprepared or anything."

"Okay, you know with all the time you spend researching these demons, you should just catalogue them and fight them. We've been really successful at that. New technology and all. Why waste time with some old books?"

Buffy had no idea to say to Riley except the obvious. 'Well, Riley, it wasn't the combined phaser blasts, it was Giles giving me a fantastic orgasm that killed the demon. All we needed were some candles, oil and great sex. Tanks and combat gear are just for the cleanup crew.' That probably wouldn't get her invited to meet the parents down on the farm.

Riley continued insulting Buffy's chosen destiny, which was shaping up to have better perks than the Pope's. "There's a great band at the Bronze tonight. Do you want to go? We're going to celebrate the operation tonight. Forest is out of the infirmary and everyone will be there."

"Sure, I'll see you then." Buffy replied, somewdistdistractedly. As Riley kissed her and hurried down the path, stealthily sticking to the shadows as it wouldn't do for the non-Initiative students of Sunnydale to see a TA walking about in full combat gear.

Outside her dorm they parted ways. Buffy made it all the way up to her room and collapsed on her bed before she realized that she'd made a date with Riley for later that evening.
*****

Psych class had been fun. Professor Walsh sent frequent and satisfied looks over to Buffy because the superiority of the American Military might destroyed the demon. She didn't care what the demon was. What the demon did. Her tank and men protected Sunnydale, contained the demon and now there was a puddle of goo to study and learn from. The Slayer, obviously didn't fully understand the will of the Initiative. HSTs were not something to worry about; they could be studied, catalogued and neutered. If she was very good, and she was, they could also be created and grown. Plus, Buffy Summers was a bit too insolent. Most likely due to the lack of a strong male role model. After the discussion of Freud and Oedipus, she'd move on to Electra.

After lunch with Riley and the guys, Buffy had made her excuses and gone back to the dorm for a little nap. The nap had the added advantage of avoiding Willow. Willow and she had met in the room a bit after lunch and more of the post-demon cryptic talk with Riley and his gang. There had beegulegular students around and it really wasn't polite to talk about those things at the cafeteria where anyone could listen. Not that anyone else would pay attention to it. Xander joked that the population of Sunnydale stuck their fingers in their ears, their hands over their eyes and went la-la-la-la when anything that didn't seem like it came from a happy fifties sitcom popped up. Sunnydale residents were very content to believe that a town this size needed twelve cemeteries, four crematoriums, a magic shop and suffered from frequent PCP addicted biker gang attacks.

Willow wanted to hear all about it. The ritual, the magic and, thought Buffy, complain a bit because she'd shoved Willow out the door and hadn't let her help. Willow was miffed. Buffy, not wanting to deal with Willow and her miffedness, told Willow they'd talk later and took a nap.

She'd woken up with the sense that she should be somewhere, realized it was ten to four and hightailed it out of the dorm. So here she was outside of Giles' apartment. Deja vu.

Only this time there wasn't a Giles at the door, so banking on the fact that Giles never locked his door, Buffy went right on in. Closing the door behind her, Buffy gave the lock a quick flick with her wrist. Not really sure why she was doing this, the demon was dead, but she did. Lock it. And smiled. Because there was Giles, on the phone, talking to someone, duh, book in hand and translating something. Giles turned around, gave her a little wave and kept talking.

"Michael, you're looking at the wrong translation. The second conjunctive is incorrect. If you were to enter the tomb on the sixteenth, you'll face curses, hexes and other things." Giles paused, listening to the voice. He ran his finger down the page of hieroglyphics again, "I know you're on a deadline, but if you wait one day, you won't have to worry about anything. The curse is only applicable if you enter on the fifth day of the new moon, 200 days after the solstice." Giles paused. "Well, I can understand the need to publish, but you really don't have to worry about that. Anyone who goes in will die, yes Michael. Will I do hope to see you as well. Bye." Giles hung up and looked down at Buffy.

"Hello, having a nice day?"

"Yes, curses?" Asked Buffy wandering around the apartment touching random objects as she looked to Giles, leaning against his desk.

"Yes, well, a friend of mine is in Egypt and wants to enter a tomb, only it's cursed and he's on a deadline."

"What?"

"Well you know the adage in academia, publish or perish."

"And he's out for both?"

"Maybe, I suppose I'll find out one way or another." Replied Giles, pinching his nose. "Would you like something to drink?"

"What do you have?"

"The usual," replied Giles going to the bar and pouring himself a drink.

"Giles, it's four."

"So? Do want some water? Tea? Something else?"

"What are the other options?" Buffy wondered as she walked over to Giles at the bar. He was leaning over it, drink in hand, sipping on it. He smiled over to her, "Well, tea, juice, coffee, the usual."

"Did you know Riley was in a tank this morning?" Asked Buffy, leaning up beside Giles. "Just the thing for the Initiative. A really big, my gun's bigger than your gun, tank."

"And was it?" Replied Giles, sipping his drink and looking at Buffy.

"Well, it was green, but it didn't have any pointy things. And isn't it a bit early to be drinking?"

"Buffy, I'm perfectly capable of handling a drink, besides it's cocktail hour."

"Doesn't that start at seven?"

"Well, it's cocktail hour on the East Coast."

Buffy leaned over the counter to see what was on the other side, not noticing that Giles' eyes had strayed to her ass. In a non-Watchery look. More like a yum look. Which had nothing to do with why she had done it. None at all. Nope. So she kicked off her shoes, turned around and jumped up on the counter. Now eye level with Giles, she plucked his glasses off his face, put her hands on either side of his face and rubbed her thumbs over his laugh lines.

Giles gave her that half-grin that reached his eyes, finished his drink, placed the glassn onn on the counter and put his arms on both sides of her, leaning in between her legs. He put his mouth against her neck and softly kissed it. Her legs drew him closer to her and curled around his back. She poked her toes into the gap his jeans made over his ass and ran her hands through his h Gil Giles' hand came up behind her head and pulled her mouth to his, running his tongue into her mouth. She gasped as they pressed closer together, their lips meeting wetly and as Giles started caressing the outside of her thigh with his other hand. He ran that hand along her leg and up inside her shirt to her waist. His hand went all the way up to her bra and his thumb rubbed alongside the outside of her breast. Her hands went to his shoulders and pulled him as close to her as she could. His hand moved around the back of her shirt to her back and he splayed his fingers, spreading his hand over as much of her back as possible. Their kisses got harder as they breathed into one another and strained closer together. Buffy broke the kiss and stared at Giles. Her fingers running lightly against his lips. They smiled at each other. Buffy jumped off the counter and looked up to Giles. He looked down at her and drew her into another of those hard, wet kisses.

Buffy's hand moved from the waistband of his jeans where they had rested once Giles had drawn her into his embrace. She moved her hand between them and ran her fingers over his fly, feeling his penis beneath his jeans. Giles gave a moan into her mouth and pressed his hand over hers, moving it harder over his cock. Buffy took the hint and began an up and down motion over Giles' jeans. Giles' hand covered hers as he followed the movements of her hand. She pressed harder into his crotch until Giles broke away from her mouth and moved his lips to her neck. His other hand moving up and into her hair from behind as he groaned while she rubbed his penis harder. His hand stilled her wrist and he looked her in the eyes and began leading her upstairs to the loft.

Once there, they moved to the bed, tumbling down on it. Giles rolled over her and began moving his body over hers while kissing the side of her face and neck. She arched up into his body. They rolled over again until Buffy was straddling his hips and he was pushing up into her. His hands moved up under her shirt and pulled it off. She moved her hands to her bra and unsnapped it and dropped it to the side of the bed. He held her naked sides and sat up, reaching behind himself to haul his own shirt off.

His legs shuffled under her a bit and she ended up with her legs on either side of Giles, the two of them sitting up in one another's arms, their bare chests pressed together. Buffy ran her hands up into Giles' hair, carding her fingers through his hair as he pulled her close and placed his mouth on her bare breast. His left hand came up and his thumb brushed over the nipple of her other breast. Buffy's heels dug into the mattress as she ground her crotch into Giles'.

Her lips kissed the side of his head as she felt his hand move between them. His mouth left her breast and she could feel his breath on her chest as he looked down and fumbled at the buttons of her pants. Buffy laughed and gave Giles a push down back on the mattress. She ran her hands down his chest, loving of the hair against her fingertips. She lay down against Giles' side and propped herself up on one elbow. The other hand continued rubbing up and down his chest. She scrapped her fingertips over his nipples, just to hear that growling breath he made every time she did it. Pushing up, she sat back on Giles' legs moving both hands to his stomach and watched it constrict as one hand moved to his waistband. She placed her hand back on his penis and rubbed it through his jeans, loving the movements and the feel of this penis though his jeans.

He squirmed under her and she felt his legs push up at her. His hand plucked hers off his stomach and he drew her fingers to his mouth and sucked on them in rhythm to her motions at his crotch. She leaned over him and watched as he sucked on her fingers, moving each one into his mouth one by one, nipping at each finger until he drew her palm up to his mouth and kissed the center of it.

Buffy slid up along his body until her weight rested over his crotch rocking hers against his. Giles moved pulled her arm closer to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her wrist. She rested her hand again on his torso, Giles continued to kiss her other hand from the wrist to the palm, sucking a finger into his mouth, moving it through his mouth and ending with a nibble on the tip of the finger. Moving his lips over her hand again, while Buffy ground harder into him.

Giles took her by surprise when he lifted his legs up suddenly, pulled up from him and pushed her to the side of him. He moved off the bed, Buffy groaned at the loss of contact. She felt Giles' fingers at the waistband over pants, his fingers at the button and the cool rush of air as Giles tugged her pants on. He pressed his hand over her mons throher her underwear. Buffy's heels dug into the mattress as she pushed her legs up into his hand. She feel back onto the bed and he removed his hand, undid his pants and pushed them to the floor with his boxers. He crawled back on the bed, moved over Buffy and pushed the tip of his penis into her silk covered groin. Buffy felt the pressure of the tip of his cock, wetting her panties further as he ground into her. Buffy groaned as the material prevented Giles from penetrating her, the pressure only increasing her arousal.

Giles moved off her, the abrupt movement startling her, pulled her panties off, tossing them somewhere off the bed and pulled them together on the bed. They found themselves lying sideways on the bed. Buffy's leg moved over Giles' side and felt his cock between them. His hand moved between them and he moved the tip to her entrance and thrust into her. He moved in her hard and fast. His legs were between her, each movement brushing against her clitoris. She clutched his side as his mouth moved to her breast once more. His hand moved behind her to her back it moved to the top of her ass and pushed her closer to him as his fingers moved to cup her to him. Her leg curled higher on his hip and he moved deeper inside her, his strokes changing to long and slow movements inside her as he breathed deeply against her breast. Buffy felt Giles tighten his grip on her ass and push hard inside her again and still as she felt his orgasm begin, the hot seed spurting into her. In the midst of this she felt hers begin as well and screamed as her clitoris pulsed in a fast rhythm against him and a hot warmth spread through her. They stayed entwined together for a long moment. Her aftershocks making her legs move against him. She moved her hand into his hair, feeling the sweat that damped it, bowed against her breast as he rocked them together still. Finally they came down together and Giles released her from his arms. Her leg came down from his side and he rolled to his back, still breathing deeply.

Buffy curled up against him and then sat up, moving a pillow behind her back as she leaned against the headboard. Her leg came up and she ran her hand through her sweat drenched hair. Giles rolled onto his side and moved against her leg, moving his hand beneath her leg and pressed his thumb gently against her clit, feeling the tremors that still moved through her. She looked down at him, one hand propping his head up, the other moving between her legs and his body flushed after their activities. Looking to her torso, she saw she was just as red and flushed as her breasts moved with each breath, her stomach trembling just a bit.

Giles continued to move his fingers through her pubic hair and against her labia, brushing against her clitoris and spreading the fluids there against her. Her hand came up against him and rested against his cheek. He moved his mouth against her side and rested his lips against her skin, as they moved softly against each other.

Buffy took a calming breath again and glanced around the loft, the light now golden in the setting sun. Her attention was drawn to the nightstand and the object directly on it.

"Giles, what the hell are these?" Buffy asked, using her other hand to pluck them off the table.

"Hummm?" Giles replied lazily.

"Buffy to Giles, get some brain cells back. What are you doing with these?" Asked Buffy twirling the object around on her fingers.

Giles looked up, still moving his hand against her. "They're yours."

"Giles, these were in the trash last night." Said Buffy as she jangled what looked suspiciously like her underwear in front of his eyes.

"They were. I found them cleaning up this morning and washed them. They were just a little," Giles paused for effect, "sticky."

"You washed them in what?" Asked Buffy as she looked at what seemed to be the now Barbie sized panties.

"Water. Soap. Laundry things."

"And what did you do next?" Buffy prompted.

"Dried them."

"How?"

"In the dryer. Buffy, What's the problem, it's not as if I was going to staple them to the wall or hang them from the loft railing. I just thought you'd like them back." Giles shot back, becoming a little annoyed.

"Giles, you took my silk panties, washed them in what? Warm water, then put them in the dryer and you didn't notice they came out doll sized?"

"You're little."

"Giles, do these look like they'll fit me?"

This comment had the unfortunate effect of making Giles move, away from her crotch, to sit up and look her in the eye. He grabbed the panties that Buffy was dangling from the ends of her fingers and spread the panties across her waist. The now pantiettes went about two inches on either side of her belly button.

Giles gave her a quick grin, "oops."

The loft filled with their laughter in the golden light as they rested together on the bed.