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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Giles
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Adult ++
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2,247
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3
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His Purpose
Title: His Purpose
By: LadyForASH
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place after series finale.
Feedback: yes please, ladyforash@aol.com
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing, earn nothing, only wish I was half as talented as Joss and M.E., and only like to take these characters out and play every once in awhile.
Written: September 1, 2003
Giles reached out towards the door knob, but was surprised when the front door suddenly opened before him. His heart jumped in his chest when he saw her smile, her love and desire in her eyes for him. His eyes looked back at her with just as much heat and longing. He beamed a smile down at her.
“Hi honey, have a nice day at work?” She smiled up at him and took his briefcase from his right hand. He kicked back with his right foot to close the door behind him, taking her into his arms. He held her tightly to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, both of their hearts beating rapidly. Every beat of his heart was for her.
He groaned, pressing his lips to the crown of her head before answering. “It was long. I couldn’t wait to get back to you.”
She grinned into his chest before peering up at him again. “Sweet talker.” Her eyes twinkled, and she reached up and slowly undid his tie, never taking her eyes from his. His gaze was smoldering, and he couldn’t help but sigh and press her hips close to his as she finished with the tie and tortured him by slowly undoing the top buttons of his silk cobalt blue dress shirt, twirling her fingers lightly in his curly chest hair, rubbing his smooth hot skin sensuously with her fingertips, scraping slowly and deliciously with her finger nails. Both of his hands found their way to her rear, pressing her against his demanding arousal. He went to kiss her, but she pulled back from his descending mouth, still smiling in that mischievous way of hers.
Before he could ask as to her hesitation, the words were thwarted from his mouth by her lips on his. They’re mouths parted, as their tongues mated.
She was the one in control. She always held power over him, whether it be with her strength and passion, or because his all consuming love for her weakened him so much that he relished her overtaking him body and soul.
As their hot mouths devoured each other, he found himself being turned in her arms, until her back now faced the entrance door. She pressed him backwards down the room until the back of his calves felt the leather chair behind him against the wall, impeding any further progress. He fell into the chair, never releasing Buffy’s mouth, nor removing his hands from her buttocks.
Her hands played with the hairs on the back of his neck, and she wriggled into his lap, her legs parting as she pressed her womanhood against him. He held her still then, afraid any further movements by her on his lap would cause the end to come all to soon.
She giggled at that, and pulled her mouth away from his. They both were panting and gasping for breath.
“God, Buffy, be still! Give me a moment.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him, and slowly pulled his glasses off of his face, placing them on the side table.
“Giles, have I told you today how much I love you?”
He gave her a tender smile, the passion just underneath his expression. “You did this morning, luv, but I can’t get enough of hearing it.”
She held his face in her hands, caressing his cheeks. “I love you so much Giles. And I want you, right now, right here.” She pressed her hot mouth in the hollow of his throat causing him to hiss with desire. Her fingers found their way to his shirt buttons again, and soon she had the silk completely opened. He helped her divest himself of the shirt, pulling it off of his shoulders. Her tongue found his right nipple, and he moaned and quivered beneath her as she sucked it into her hot mouth. She trailed her tongue to his left nipple and repeated her ministrations.
“Buffy, oh, please….luv you, so much…” Her tongue now found his navel, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as she administered to him ever lower.
“Giles, I need to feel you inside of me, now.” He couldn’t agree more. He pulled her jeans down clumsily, never wanting her to leave his lap even for a moment. She undid his suit pants, but just scooted them down enough to get to his boxers, which she also unceremoniously pushed down, freeing his manhood. In one swift motion she impaled herself on him. He held her still, their eyes boring into each other. She smiled at him again, and slowly began to move upon him. Their eyes never left each other, drinking in each other’s love and passion, seeking out every emotion that spoke more volumes in their expressions than they could ever express with words. As they came together as one, their foreheads met and pressed together, eyes finally closing. They rocked together hard, yet their love for each other tender.
Giles continued to hold Buffy close as they both came down, their breathing slowing, their hearts no longer racing. How he had longed to hold her in the wake of lovemaking for so many years. Never had he thought it would be more than a dream.
He awoke to find that that’s just what it was. Another dream. He rolled over in his lonely bed onto his stomach, holding a hand to his mouth to stifle the sob that tried to escape. He wept bitterly into the pillow. When all his tears were exhausted, he turned onto his side to gaze at the clock on the bureau next to his bed.
4:30 A.M.
He wondered where she was at that moment. Was she asleep? Was she lonely too? Or was she not alone. His heart broke at that thought. She could now live a semi normal life. Her Slayer duties were probably behind her now, for the most part. She no longer needed a Watcher. She hadn’t needed him now for quite sometime. She was free.
And he was alone.
He turned onto his back, clenching his fists at his sides and gazing up at the ceiling. He would greet another morning without purpose, without worth, without Buffy.
The End
By: LadyForASH
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place after series finale.
Feedback: yes please, ladyforash@aol.com
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing, earn nothing, only wish I was half as talented as Joss and M.E., and only like to take these characters out and play every once in awhile.
Written: September 1, 2003
Giles reached out towards the door knob, but was surprised when the front door suddenly opened before him. His heart jumped in his chest when he saw her smile, her love and desire in her eyes for him. His eyes looked back at her with just as much heat and longing. He beamed a smile down at her.
“Hi honey, have a nice day at work?” She smiled up at him and took his briefcase from his right hand. He kicked back with his right foot to close the door behind him, taking her into his arms. He held her tightly to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, both of their hearts beating rapidly. Every beat of his heart was for her.
He groaned, pressing his lips to the crown of her head before answering. “It was long. I couldn’t wait to get back to you.”
She grinned into his chest before peering up at him again. “Sweet talker.” Her eyes twinkled, and she reached up and slowly undid his tie, never taking her eyes from his. His gaze was smoldering, and he couldn’t help but sigh and press her hips close to his as she finished with the tie and tortured him by slowly undoing the top buttons of his silk cobalt blue dress shirt, twirling her fingers lightly in his curly chest hair, rubbing his smooth hot skin sensuously with her fingertips, scraping slowly and deliciously with her finger nails. Both of his hands found their way to her rear, pressing her against his demanding arousal. He went to kiss her, but she pulled back from his descending mouth, still smiling in that mischievous way of hers.
Before he could ask as to her hesitation, the words were thwarted from his mouth by her lips on his. They’re mouths parted, as their tongues mated.
She was the one in control. She always held power over him, whether it be with her strength and passion, or because his all consuming love for her weakened him so much that he relished her overtaking him body and soul.
As their hot mouths devoured each other, he found himself being turned in her arms, until her back now faced the entrance door. She pressed him backwards down the room until the back of his calves felt the leather chair behind him against the wall, impeding any further progress. He fell into the chair, never releasing Buffy’s mouth, nor removing his hands from her buttocks.
Her hands played with the hairs on the back of his neck, and she wriggled into his lap, her legs parting as she pressed her womanhood against him. He held her still then, afraid any further movements by her on his lap would cause the end to come all to soon.
She giggled at that, and pulled her mouth away from his. They both were panting and gasping for breath.
“God, Buffy, be still! Give me a moment.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him, and slowly pulled his glasses off of his face, placing them on the side table.
“Giles, have I told you today how much I love you?”
He gave her a tender smile, the passion just underneath his expression. “You did this morning, luv, but I can’t get enough of hearing it.”
She held his face in her hands, caressing his cheeks. “I love you so much Giles. And I want you, right now, right here.” She pressed her hot mouth in the hollow of his throat causing him to hiss with desire. Her fingers found their way to his shirt buttons again, and soon she had the silk completely opened. He helped her divest himself of the shirt, pulling it off of his shoulders. Her tongue found his right nipple, and he moaned and quivered beneath her as she sucked it into her hot mouth. She trailed her tongue to his left nipple and repeated her ministrations.
“Buffy, oh, please….luv you, so much…” Her tongue now found his navel, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as she administered to him ever lower.
“Giles, I need to feel you inside of me, now.” He couldn’t agree more. He pulled her jeans down clumsily, never wanting her to leave his lap even for a moment. She undid his suit pants, but just scooted them down enough to get to his boxers, which she also unceremoniously pushed down, freeing his manhood. In one swift motion she impaled herself on him. He held her still, their eyes boring into each other. She smiled at him again, and slowly began to move upon him. Their eyes never left each other, drinking in each other’s love and passion, seeking out every emotion that spoke more volumes in their expressions than they could ever express with words. As they came together as one, their foreheads met and pressed together, eyes finally closing. They rocked together hard, yet their love for each other tender.
Giles continued to hold Buffy close as they both came down, their breathing slowing, their hearts no longer racing. How he had longed to hold her in the wake of lovemaking for so many years. Never had he thought it would be more than a dream.
He awoke to find that that’s just what it was. Another dream. He rolled over in his lonely bed onto his stomach, holding a hand to his mouth to stifle the sob that tried to escape. He wept bitterly into the pillow. When all his tears were exhausted, he turned onto his side to gaze at the clock on the bureau next to his bed.
4:30 A.M.
He wondered where she was at that moment. Was she asleep? Was she lonely too? Or was she not alone. His heart broke at that thought. She could now live a semi normal life. Her Slayer duties were probably behind her now, for the most part. She no longer needed a Watcher. She hadn’t needed him now for quite sometime. She was free.
And he was alone.
He turned onto his back, clenching his fists at his sides and gazing up at the ceiling. He would greet another morning without purpose, without worth, without Buffy.
The End