Keeping Secrets
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,902
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Telling Again
TITLE: Telling Again
SERIES: Keeping Secrets
AUTHOR: libco (@yahoo.com)
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya, Buffy solo, Giles solo
RATING: NC-17 hoo baby!
SUMMARY: Buffy does a bad bad thing, again, and not alone.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: All adults are sexual beings and have needs, even Watchers and their former charges. If it ooks you out, you might want to skip this part.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions, even though if they were treating my people right, there would have been a lot more angst free sex on the show. A lot more.
DISTRIBUTION: Don’t ask, just tell.
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her, and his chip does not work on her. However I will use parts of season six as I see fit and may screw around with the time line. ‘Cuz I’m evil.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.
THANKS: To my lovely betas who have encouraged me to release the inner smut inside me. Cock!
Telling Again
Out of breath from running, ‘that’s all,’ Buffy found herself once again standing in front of Giles’ door. Sighing, she wiped the sweat off her forehead with sticky fingers that she hurriedly wiped on her shorts. She knocked loudly and called out, “Giles, it’s me, let me in!”
After a few moments the door opened, Giles was standing there, hair mussed, shirtless; pants zipped but unbuttoned, riding low on his hips. “Buffy, what’s wrong?”
“Oh there’s a whole world of wrong out there,” Buffy said. She walked in pushing him to the side, getting a little shock as herds bds brushne one of his nipples. ‘And a whole world of wrong in my brain too.’
“Ah, well.” Giles closed the door, turned and followed her to the couch.
“Giles, before I tell you what’s going on, you’re gonna need to get one of those drinks of yours. Make it a double. And while you’re at it make me one. With Tab.”
Giles opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, went to the kitchen, and returned bearing beverages. He sat down, next to her, grasped her hand and said, “Now, Buffy, tell me what’s going on.”
She stared at her hand in horror, shuddered, disengaged and grasped her drink and drank half of it very quickly. “Whoa, that’s potent! Okay, here goes.”
Hesitatingly she began to tell Giles about what she saw when she left earlier that night. As she told the story of the three her arousal once more began to build. Unknowingly as she recalled her own actions her hands again began to creep as if of their own accord towards her breasts. Buffy reached under her tank top and began caressing and rolling and pinching her own nipples. Buffy moaned. As Buffy’s hands moved down her belly, she closed her eyes. Buffy’s hands slowly carefully crept under her waistband. She bit her lip as her fingers slid under her panties and dipped into her sopping wet pussy. Buffy’s fingers dipped into and up and down her slit. She circled and stroked her clitoris. As if in a trance she continued to tell her story until suddenly Buffy stiffened and gasped in orgasm as something warm and wet and sticky splashed her on the face. Instinctively, she flicked out her tongue to taste a familiar saltiness and instantly snapped back to reality when she realized what it was and what she had just done.
When she opened her eyes, she stared at Giles who was sitting across from her, pants open, penis in hand, wearing a expression matching the mix of shock, horror, self-disgust and satisfaction that she felt on her own face, that was dripping with cum. Giles’ cum. That was the thought that broke her paralysis. She jumped up and ran for the bathroom. She heard Giles behind her running for the back of the house.
After Buffy had washed her face and hands. And stared in the mirror and fixed her hair. And gave herself a couple of pep talks. “Come on, you can go out there and face Giles. It’s not like he wasn’t doing the same thing. Oh God! He was doing the same thing. I saw Giles’ dick! He came on my face! I tasted Giles’ cum!”
She almost began hyperventilating before she was able to calm her self down and take deep slow breaths. “So what? Giles has a dick. You always knew he had one. Mom apparently enjoyed it.”
That actually calmed her down enough to chuckle. “Heh, heh, stevedore. Okay, you can do it. He’s probably as embarrassed as you are; more even.”
Buffy heard moving about in the kitchen. It sounded like he was making tea. When she heard a whistle, she was sure. Buffy composed herself, adjusted her clothing one last time and walked out of the bathroom with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.
Giles was sitting at the table with two mugs in front of him. When he saw her, he gestured for her to sit down, handed her a mug and opened his mouth to speak. “Buffy, I…”
She held her hand out. “Nope, stop. We will never mention this again. It goes to the dustiest, least used part of our brains and will be locked away forever. As a matter of fact we will throw away the key to that part of our brains and forget about it completely. This never happened; therefore we cannot possibly discuss this, ever. Agreed?”
Giles opened his mouth, closed it, ran his fingers through his hair, sighed, and said, “Agreed.”
“And Giles?”
“Yes?”
”Please stop running your fingers through your hair.”
TBC
AUTHORS END NOTE: I don’t know how this happened. I normally hate Buffy/Giles fic. It icks me out and s wis wildly inappropriate and somewhat incestuous but there you go. I guess characters really do have minds of their own.
SERIES: Keeping Secrets
AUTHOR: libco (@yahoo.com)
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya, Buffy solo, Giles solo
RATING: NC-17 hoo baby!
SUMMARY: Buffy does a bad bad thing, again, and not alone.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: All adults are sexual beings and have needs, even Watchers and their former charges. If it ooks you out, you might want to skip this part.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions, even though if they were treating my people right, there would have been a lot more angst free sex on the show. A lot more.
DISTRIBUTION: Don’t ask, just tell.
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her, and his chip does not work on her. However I will use parts of season six as I see fit and may screw around with the time line. ‘Cuz I’m evil.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.
THANKS: To my lovely betas who have encouraged me to release the inner smut inside me. Cock!
Telling Again
Out of breath from running, ‘that’s all,’ Buffy found herself once again standing in front of Giles’ door. Sighing, she wiped the sweat off her forehead with sticky fingers that she hurriedly wiped on her shorts. She knocked loudly and called out, “Giles, it’s me, let me in!”
After a few moments the door opened, Giles was standing there, hair mussed, shirtless; pants zipped but unbuttoned, riding low on his hips. “Buffy, what’s wrong?”
“Oh there’s a whole world of wrong out there,” Buffy said. She walked in pushing him to the side, getting a little shock as herds bds brushne one of his nipples. ‘And a whole world of wrong in my brain too.’
“Ah, well.” Giles closed the door, turned and followed her to the couch.
“Giles, before I tell you what’s going on, you’re gonna need to get one of those drinks of yours. Make it a double. And while you’re at it make me one. With Tab.”
Giles opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, went to the kitchen, and returned bearing beverages. He sat down, next to her, grasped her hand and said, “Now, Buffy, tell me what’s going on.”
She stared at her hand in horror, shuddered, disengaged and grasped her drink and drank half of it very quickly. “Whoa, that’s potent! Okay, here goes.”
Hesitatingly she began to tell Giles about what she saw when she left earlier that night. As she told the story of the three her arousal once more began to build. Unknowingly as she recalled her own actions her hands again began to creep as if of their own accord towards her breasts. Buffy reached under her tank top and began caressing and rolling and pinching her own nipples. Buffy moaned. As Buffy’s hands moved down her belly, she closed her eyes. Buffy’s hands slowly carefully crept under her waistband. She bit her lip as her fingers slid under her panties and dipped into her sopping wet pussy. Buffy’s fingers dipped into and up and down her slit. She circled and stroked her clitoris. As if in a trance she continued to tell her story until suddenly Buffy stiffened and gasped in orgasm as something warm and wet and sticky splashed her on the face. Instinctively, she flicked out her tongue to taste a familiar saltiness and instantly snapped back to reality when she realized what it was and what she had just done.
When she opened her eyes, she stared at Giles who was sitting across from her, pants open, penis in hand, wearing a expression matching the mix of shock, horror, self-disgust and satisfaction that she felt on her own face, that was dripping with cum. Giles’ cum. That was the thought that broke her paralysis. She jumped up and ran for the bathroom. She heard Giles behind her running for the back of the house.
After Buffy had washed her face and hands. And stared in the mirror and fixed her hair. And gave herself a couple of pep talks. “Come on, you can go out there and face Giles. It’s not like he wasn’t doing the same thing. Oh God! He was doing the same thing. I saw Giles’ dick! He came on my face! I tasted Giles’ cum!”
She almost began hyperventilating before she was able to calm her self down and take deep slow breaths. “So what? Giles has a dick. You always knew he had one. Mom apparently enjoyed it.”
That actually calmed her down enough to chuckle. “Heh, heh, stevedore. Okay, you can do it. He’s probably as embarrassed as you are; more even.”
Buffy heard moving about in the kitchen. It sounded like he was making tea. When she heard a whistle, she was sure. Buffy composed herself, adjusted her clothing one last time and walked out of the bathroom with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.
Giles was sitting at the table with two mugs in front of him. When he saw her, he gestured for her to sit down, handed her a mug and opened his mouth to speak. “Buffy, I…”
She held her hand out. “Nope, stop. We will never mention this again. It goes to the dustiest, least used part of our brains and will be locked away forever. As a matter of fact we will throw away the key to that part of our brains and forget about it completely. This never happened; therefore we cannot possibly discuss this, ever. Agreed?”
Giles opened his mouth, closed it, ran his fingers through his hair, sighed, and said, “Agreed.”
“And Giles?”
“Yes?”
”Please stop running your fingers through your hair.”
TBC
AUTHORS END NOTE: I don’t know how this happened. I normally hate Buffy/Giles fic. It icks me out and s wis wildly inappropriate and somewhat incestuous but there you go. I guess characters really do have minds of their own.