Poof

Yet more warnings for the poor reader. This chapter really does contain a significant portion of B/R… it does. I'm not lying. So if you don't like B/R you might have a few objections to this chapter. Also, if you like B/R you also might have some objections to this chapter. In other words, I'm pretty sure this chapter will please absolutely no one. Also, for those of you keeping track… there also might be, some plot. I deeply apologize for this and promise to return you to your regularly scheduled smut as soon as possible.

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Poof (Part Eight)
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Buffy tried to think of how she came to be here. Lying in Giles' loft intertwined with him. The sweat cooling on their bodies, the remnants of their last coupling drying on them, and the golden light illuminating the loft. For about a minute or so. Then, deciding that was too much work, she just decided to enjoy the moment.

And Giles. His body that seemed attuned to her and able to draw these amazing sensations from her. So thinking about it was definitely counterproductive to doing this. Giles didn't seem to be spending much time contemplating the dynamics of this, enjoying yes, thinking about the socio-political ramifications of it, nope. Not in the least. But since the panty shrinking revelation, he had seemed to have stopped that really nice thing he had been doing. Her fault. Opened her big mouth. Buffy pondered the problem at hand, or lack of hand as it were, but Giles seemed to be one step ahead. Must be those evolved thought processes and all. But since the Slayer was all about the action oriented thing, Buffy decided to prod Giles into something. Or jump him. She was fairly sure either way would work.

She sat up and Giles raised himself on his elbows to take a look at her, with one eyebrow arched, apparently unsure if she was going or staying. Buffy was really into the staying option. She ended up at Giles' feet and those really cute toes. She wasn't sure when the foot fetish thing had developed, as she had never before showed any interest in a lover's toes. Maybe the difference was, she spent more time exploring Giles' body than all her other lovers combined. He'd spent all this time touching and tracing her body, not to mention that ogling of her ass, that she'd been able to do the same. Giles, while really liking the actual sex thing, was really into the whole, ere are and have fun bit before the sex thing. Buffy thought, it wasn't just the sex thing with Giles, although that had to be a large part of it, but all the stuff that happened before and after sex. Giles was all into exhausting himself before conking out. So here she was, siting at Giles' cute toes and rubbing one foot from the heel to the toes and back again.

Apparently relieved that she had chosen option two, Giles gave a laugh and settled back to watch her, not doing anything, but content to watch her doing things to his toes. Her hand pushed up against the sole of his foot, over the toes and up his leg. Giles liked it. She was sure. Because one part of his anatomy was twitching, looking interested in the proceedings. Her other hand joined moved with the other up his other leg. Buffy, in a pure moment of evil, wondered if she could get Giles hard without actually touching his cock. That would be, well, neat.

Giles spread his legs a bit wider and Buffy moved up between them, her arousal growing as she felt his legs, trying to avoid staring at his penis which was definitely getting into the act. She moved a bit and straddled Giles' leg, pushing down on him and rubbing her clitoris against his leg. Giles gave a groan and moved his leg up a bit so she had a better angle and her juices wet his leg. She slid up on his leg and moved her hands to his stomach, bending down, moving her hands up his chest. The position brought her hair into contact with his stomach and each time she did she saw it twitch. Thankful that Giles couldn't see the smirk that formed on her lips, she repeated the motion. Each time starting the movement from her crotch and ending up leaning over him. Giles raised his hand and began trying to catch her head, ending up with tendrils of her hair in his fingers. She ran her hands from the base of his throat to the start of his pubic hair and gave a look down. Definitely interested. And she really wanted something other than his leg. So did Giles, because with a strangled "Buffy" he tried to haul her up, or push her head down. It was a mixed movement. Buffy moved until she was straddling his hips and ran her crotch along his penis, wetting it with her juices. He lifted his hips up against her. She raised herself on her knees and reached between them, putting the tip of his cock against her opening and sinking down on him.

She rocked against him, rubbing her clitoris against him with each movement. His back arched and he began to make little thrusts into her. They moved together at a slow pace, her hands resting on his chest, playing with his nipples, his hands resting at her wrists. She looked right into his eyes, hooded as they looked at her, his mouth parted as he inhaled and exhaled, breathing deeply. He followed her pace, never increasing it. Their bodies moving together. Buffy felt a slow warm orgasm moving through her and lowered her head as she shook with tiny tremors, wetting them further. The pace continued as Giles moved a hand from her wrist to her face, cupping her cheek and sliding it down to caress the side of her neck with his thumb. Buffy started as another of those slow orgasms began and her fingers curled against his chest, digging her nails into his chest and leaving little red marks on him. Giles' back arched at the movement and his hands gripped a little harder against her wrist and neck. She moved her mouth and ran her teeth against his thumb. Giles moved his hand to her lips and she sucked the tip of his index finger into her mouth. She could see his neck and face flushed with the attempt not to move any faster. He pulled his fingers away from her mouth and put his hand on her back. She could feel the moisture from her mouth against her back as he pushed her down and kissed her as she leant over him. Their mouths moved against each other, their tongues moving at a pace in contrast to the slow movements of their bodies. Buffy's hands moved to either side of Giles' chest and she bent her elbows to bring more her body into contact with his.

She pulled her mouth away from his, turned her head and gasped for breath as she felt him begin to twitch inside her. As she felt the begin of his orgasm spurt de hde her, she came again in short hard pulses that matched his movements. He groaned deeply and she bit down on his shoulder, not wanting to make a sound. They continued moving in the aftermath of their orgasms until she felt Giles soften and slip out from her. She stretched out her legs and lay on top of him, feeling his chest move in deep breaths against her. Her hands sliding beneath his shoulders and feeling his hands crossed over her back, holding her to him.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, their legs intertwined, his hands moving in little circles on her back. Long enough for the loft to grow dim and a cold sticky feeling to come over her. She moved off him and saw him flinch a bit as the cold air hit him. Or that might have been because Giles looked like one giant wet spot. Well, better him than the bed, Buffy thought philosophically. She sat beside him and rested her hand on his chest, looking down at him, looking all rumply and definitely satisfied. In fact if she looked like Giles, they were both doing a good impression of Sylvester after he'd managed to get Tweedy in his mouth. Right before Tweedy would escape and chaos occurred.

Giles gave a little wiggle and pulled out from beneath him the pantiettes, which he began twirling around on his finger. "So, these really won't fit?" He questioned.

"Not unless I squeeze into them and they do a great impression of a thong. Ick."

Giles laughed, "What do you have against thongs?"

"Giles, have you ever tried to do a roundhouse kick while wearing a thong? Major wedgies. And I don't want to fight vampires while trying to pick my underwear out of my butt."

Giles gave a snort and continued playing with the thing, twirling it against his face. Great, so while she might have a little foot fetish going, Giles seemed to be working on a woman's underwear thing.

"Giles, you aren't going to wear those, or you know…" with that Buffy gave a little up and down motion with her hand and turned bright red. Because all Giles did in response to that little question was run the pantiettes up and down her arm, thus proving to her a previously unknown use for silk panties shrunk by a guy who had no clue about gentle cycle and the hanging of underwear.

"God, I think I'm congealing," said Giles as he tossed the panties at her and stood up. Yip, he was right. Giles was a total mess. He had dried spots that had to itch on his belly, there were scratches on his chest and a Buffy sized bite on his shoulder. He gave his belly a scratch and turned to go down the steps of the loft.

"Where do you think you're going?" Buffy asked as she gave the panties a twirl.

"Shower."

"What happened to the gentlemanly act of letting me go first?"

Giles gave her the once over that made her blush as he stared right at her. For all of Giles' shyness and privacy, it seemed that once you got Giles into bed, all of his inhibitions went right over the edge of the loft.

"I'm a bigger mess."

"Okay," said Buffy, reclining back on the bed, "I'll just hang here for awhile." And thankful for Slayer training she lay back down on the bed, really slowly, a good enough movement to make Giles hesitate before turning to go. Well, he was the one that had taught her that movement, thought Buffy.

As Giles turned, Buffy got a really good look at his back. And flinched. Just a bit. Because, while Giles had some bright red scratches that were obviously Buffy produced, there were also some older whiter scars that criss-crossed his back. And Buffy was very glad that Giles wasn't looking at her at that moment, because she wasn't sure what to do. He had said earlier that there were things they hadn't dealt with, and Buffy wasn't sure she could ever really deal with this one. But, in a moment of insight, she was pretty sure that Giles didn't want to deal with it either. He hadn't hesitated about the whole after the ritual sex thing, and if had held some big resentment towards her, this would have never happened.

So Buffy thought the best way to deal with the Giles' back thing was not to deal. She looked at the little panties and put them over her face, because in the absence of rose colored glasses, maybe a little silk would work.

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, there was a nice smelling hand plucking the panties off her face. The hand was attached to a Hefrobe clad Giles, looking flushed and pink fresh from the shower. He leaned over her and gave her another one of those really nice, dirty kisses he did so well. Buffy reversed the lie down on the bed movement and sat up to run her hands up his sides as he knelt on the bed and kept kissing her. Finally she broke away and stood up. It really wasn't fair that Giles was all warm and pink while she was still a little sticky. She stood against his chest looking up into his face, her hands went to his waist and undid the tie to the robe, slipped it off him and wrapped herself up in it. The movement made Giles' cock jump a bit and Buffy looked up to Giles' eyes, really impressed.

"Giles, what's with that?"

"What?" Asked Giles, rummaging in a drawer for a pair of boxers.

"That." Said Buffy, waving in the general direction of Giles' penis.

Giles gave her a puzzled look, that from long practice Buffy knew he was playing dumb, and said "Surely you don't need a lesson in basic anatomy?" As he stepped into the boxers. Which made his legs look really good. Great, thought Buffy, I haven't even gone past his waist on favorite things about Giles.

"No, come on, if I didn't have to go soon, you might be, umm, up and ready again."

Giles laughed and said "Buffy, surely you know the benefits of Watcher training and long practice with tantric sex practices created by monks."

Buffy looked at Giles in disbelief and started down the stairs. She stopped at the head of the stairs and turned to Giles, now putting his jeans back on. "Well as long as the goat never comes anywhere near me."

She made it to the bathroom, closing the door to the sound of Giles giggling through the apartment.
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Buffy hightailed out of Giles' apartment after a grope and a kiss at the door, making a quick sweep of the cemeteries before heading buo tto the dorms. It was about nine o'clock by the time she hit the room. Giving herself a quick once over, changing, and listening to a message from Riley telling her he'd see her at the Bronze and reading one from Willow, that even read miffed, she headed out the door. Besides, nothing ever really happened until ten. And the lack of vampires in on patrol probably meant there were a bunch of them in the vicinity of the Bronze. The band was really good tonight.

Buffy made it inside the Bronze and looked around. Waving frantically at a table with Tara, Xander and Anya was Willow. There was even an extra chair. For her. To the other side were Riley, Graham, Forest and a few other guys. Riley looked at her and gave her a big smile. She smiled back, gave Riley a quick kiss, which caused Graham to frown and down his beer, and whispered in Riley's ear that she'd be back in a second.

She went over to the Scooby table and sat down. Willow immediately leaned over to her and began to ask about the ritual. Buffy gave her a quick shake of her head and told Willow that they'd go over it later, after looking around to Xander and Anya. Who probably wouldn't notice if there was an earthquake with how wrapped up in each other they were, but the minute sex was mentioned would be all interested.

Willow squeezed her arm in understanding, over her miffedness because she knew she'd get the low down on rituals and sex later. Buffy gave the Scooby gang a quick goodbye, which Xander and Anya didn't even notice because their tongues were stuck down each other's throat, before heading back to Riley. Her boyfriend Riley. She put her hand on his arm and gestured to the dance floor. Riley gave the guys a look and they went out on the floor. Fortunately, the band was a bit too loud for normal conversation so they just danced. It wasn't too long before the first vamp made its presence known, so off she went to slay. At the end of the evening, she'd bagged three vamps. Riley and his crew had gotten one, and Graham had looked upset because her dusting ration was much higher than his. Buffy didn't even have the heart to gloat.

She and Riley made their way back to Riley's dorm. As they got into his room, Riley began to kiss her and she kissed him back. This was Riley. The boyfriend, from Iowa. As they exchanged kisses, he led her backwards to the bed. They lay down on the bed and Riley began to knead her breast through her shirt. Her hands went behind him. Before she could get into the breast thing that Riley was doing, he was pulling her shirt off. He fumbled a bit with her bra, but that came off too. She pulled his shirt off and they kissed again. Riley soon undid her pants and pulled them off. Taking his pants off as well. Soon they were laying together, with just their underwear on, while Riley kissed his way down her chest and to her midriff. He pulled her panties off and kissed her between her legs. As opposed to Giles who relished the entire thing, Riley seemed to be following an agenda. He made loud groaning noises and sort of dug into her. It's not like she wasn't aroused. She was. It just seemed like Riley was following a checklist. Chest, vagina and then sex. It wasn't a bad thing, it was how they'd always done it. There just wasn't much variety about the thing. But Riley was really sincere and they were dating, so you know, this was a good thing. Sex with the boyfriend from Iowa. And it felt good, nice. In a safe way. Giles and sex with Giles didn't even qualify as safe. Nowhere near it. He was unpredictable and wild. He wasn't following the agenda they gave you in sex-ed or the locker room, he just went with what felt good at the time. And he took Buffy along for the ride. Buffy began feel an orgasm building just at the thought of what Giles did, had done, and she was pretty sure, would continue to do to her body and with her.

But, thought Buffy with a little mental shake, back to Riley. Who was currently lapping at her clitoris. Because in the sex manual it stated that the guy gave the woman an orgasm with his tongue before proceeding to full blown intercourse.

Buffy really didn't want to come up with a descrip of of how he did it, but it really was funny and it felt pretty good. Buffy felt a little popping orgasm hit her. She laughed and Riley looked up, pleased with himself. He sat up, tugged off his boxers and reached into the bedside table for the Trojan multi-pack. He opened the condom package and handed her the condom to put on him. She scooted down a bit and rolled it on him, while he panted above her. He soon moved over her, with an elbow at each side of her, he pushed in.

Now this was probably the really big difference, thought Buffy as Riley moved inside her. Riley was moving up and down in a nice regular cadence looking very serious and focused on his task. In fact, thought Buffy, Riley was moving so evenly that he was probably counting in his head. She found herself counting as well. Thrust, two, three, ONE. Thrust, two, three, TWO. It was a really nice rhythm, but it wasn't doing much for her. Thrust, two, three, SIX. Anyway, Riley was making these loud groans that made Buffy want to giggle, but she figured Riley wouldn't get the joke. Riley's regular rhythm began to get a little uneven, he was probably losing count, and he groaned down at Buffy and said "Buffy."

She looked up at him and said the first thing that came into her mind, which upon later thought, might not have been the best thing to say, but was better than laughing at very serious Riley having sex, with her. What she said was, "It's okay Riley, you don't have to wait for me."

She might laugh about it later, but Riley gave a pained groan and came. He immediately pulled out of her, removed the condom and tied a knot in and threw it out. He came back to the bed and apologized, making his way back to her vagina. Buffy stopped him, and pulled him up to her and gave him a kiss. Riley looked surprised, because he hadn't brushed his teeth, and his mouth had been, you know, there. They kissed for a while and then Riley got up and went to the bathroom. Proper care of one's teeth, just had to be in the Army manual. He came back to the bed looking all shinny and washed, with winter fresh breath. Giving her a kiss, he lay down besidr anr and went to sleep.

Buffy lay beside him, unable to sleep. She thought back to her time with Giles and now with Riley. The entire time she had been with Giles, she hadn't thought of Riley. Not once. Not even a glimmer. Now, with Riley, the very image of the boy one took home to meet the parents, the only thing that had made her come was the thought of Giles. And what he had done to her body. The freedom she had felt with him. His hands on her body, hers on his. His chest hair and how it tickled. The way he let her explore his body. His mouth all over her. The way his cock moved inside of her. Buffy's legs started to move a little, and she glanced over at Riley, deeply asleep. Her hand stole down between her legs and she pressed against her clitoris, mindful of keeping quiet. Her thoughts were filled of images of Giles' body, pressed against her, hers over his, their hands clasped together, his rumpled hair. She moved a bit, trying not to disturb the man beside her, and thought of Giles' eyes, his toes, his cock against his stomach, wetting it with his pre-come and regretted not having tasted it yet. Or the image of Giles sucking on his fingers after putting them inside her, dripping with both their juices. Her back arched and she felt an orgasm start at the base of her spine and spread through her entire body. She fought to keep the moan from escaping past her lips and her legs spread further apart as the orgasm continued. Finally, coming down from it, she relaxed and looked over to Riley, still asleep on his side of the bed. Looking very neat. Wiping her hand on the sheet, she turned on her side, facing away from Riley. Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep, looking out the window onto the quad, was she wasn't sure who she was cheating on, or if it really mattered.