Gilesland

Title: Gilesland
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Buffy gets tired of looking
Warnings: None, PWP here folks. I swear, no plot at all.
Thanks: To Cat for the quick and dirty beta as well as going… "I want some smut!" So this is for her for all her help and encouragement.
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Gilesland


Five years had passed since the destruction of the Hellmouth in Sunnydale but Buffy was still searching for something. She had tried settling down – boring. Tried school – done that. Tried traveling – seen that. So she did the one thing she hadn't done, she tried to find Giles.

Giles had left after the destruction of the Hellmouth. He hadn't even waited for the bus to take off. He'd walked away from the hole that was Sunnydale and hadn't looked back. At the time Buffy had scarcely noticed. There had been a few other things on her mind, mostly the loss of Spike. He had sacrificed everything for her and she couldn't even love him back. He had been correct when he said she didn't love him. She couldn't face Spike upon his return. He'd gone and sacrificed himself for the greater good of mankind and now he was off helping Angel in their quest to rid the world of evil and badness. Now she had two ensouled vampires who were former lovers of hers fighting to save the world. But she really didn't love either one of them anymore. The one thing the past five years had taught her was that she really enjoyed a warm body next to her and a pulse. As hot as the vampires were in bed she really preferred a warm body next to her.

Buffy found herself stuck with a sense of the wanderlust. She couldn't seem to stop traveling. Nothing seemed to hold her attention for very long. Finally in a fit of exasperation she decided to find Giles. Thinking back on it, she never really understood the impetus to find the man, but she never once regretted it.

It was comically easy once she put her mind to it. That was all it took it seemed. She just started thinking about Giles and wham! She found herself on a plto Eto England, at Heathrow, riding in a cab and outside a house in the middle of London. She opened the door and there it was. Gilesland.

There was the overflowing bookshelves, the really ugly lamps, a chest of weapons or two and quite a few bottles of liquor here and there. It was his apartment in Sunnydale transported to a London location and without the loft. It looked like Giles actually had a few doors here and there.

But the thing that cemented the fact that it was Gilesland was the presence of one Rupert Giles sitting on the couch and looking entirely nonplused at Buffy just showing up in his apartment.

He just offered her tea.

Buffy followed Giles into the kitchen and stood behind him as he poured the water into the pot to make some tea. The five years since she had seen him had done little to change him. He was still tall, a little greyer, but there was a peace to him that she'd never seen. The nervous energy he'd first shown was gone and in the place of it was a powerful man finally at peace. He'd lost the tired haunted look he'd held for all those years and managed to look content in his flat with his books. She had no idea what he was up to, what he'd been doing but he did look like he finally re-learnt how to make a pot of tea out of loose leaves.

He seemed very focused on the tea. Buffy was focused on Giles. She found herself drawn to him and his very presence. Giles didn't seem to mind. He welcomed her into his personal space and just kept on making the tea.

Giles looked down at Buffy and offered her up a cup. She took the cup from him and followed him back into the living room. Giles sat down on the sofa and she sat down next to him sipping her tea. He looked at her as she drank and she was surprised at just how unselfconscious she felt. Without volition she found herself putting her cup down and her hands moved to his, taking his cup and placing it beside hers on the table.

Giles stood up and walked around the coffee table. Buffy followed him and they stood together in the middle of the room. The afternoon sun peeked in from the windows bathing them in light as their lips touched one another. Giles brought his hands up to cup her face as he pressed his lips onto hers, running his tongue along the outside of her mouth seeking entrance. Buffy opened her mouth and let his tongue slid into her mouth. Their kisses became harder and harder as they moved closer together. Buffy could feel the wetness soaking her panties and she felt Giles' erection pressing into her.

As quickly as they came together, they moved apart. Buffy looked at Giles and began to strip off her clothes as fast as she could. Giles followed suit and in their haste, they were clumsy, dropping shoes on the floor, tripping in their rush to remove pants and shirts and generally letting the clothing fly around the room. Naked they faced each other once more.

Giles stalked over to where Buffy was standing and pulled her down to the floor and the rug. He covered her with his body and kissed her with feral hunger. She felt his cock pressing into her stomach, the tip already wet with pre-come. Her hands slid up to his arms rubbing them on the outside then they moved to his back. Her nails dug into his back as his mouth moved from hers and to the side of her face. His lips caressed the outside of her ear before sliding down and wetting her throat with his kisses. Buffy spread her legs and Giles moved in between them.

Buffy groaned when Giles pushed back and knelt between her spread legs. He braced on hand alongside her and ran the other from her crown to her breasts. He tickled her nipple with his fingertips, smiling when she couldn't stop the moans from coming from her mouth. Buffy groaned with need as a breeze wafted against her swollen and wet lips. She wanted him. Wanted, no needed, him inside her.

Giles sensed her impatience and moved back to his knees. He positioned her legs around his hips and with one thrust entered her. Buffy threw her head back at the sensation of Giles' hot and heavy cock sliding into her. He filled her completely and she felt so wanton on the floor of Giles' apartment in the afternoon.

Giles began to thrust in and out of her. Faster and faster he moved. His head bent to the crook of her neck and he breathed against her. One hand moved back to her breast as he continued to thrust inside of her. Buffy angled her hips a little and with that every one of Giles' movements brought him into contact with her clitoris. Buffy shook as Giles continued his furious pace.

Buffy's arms stretched above her head and she tried to brace herself along the floor as Giles began to move them along the floor with the force of his movements. His fingers closed around her nipple and pinched it as he changed the angle of his thrusts and Buffy began to quiver with excitement.

Buffy suddenly felt herself let go and her orgasm took her completely by surprise. She felt herself grow wetter she pulsed around Giles' penis. Giles'th lth latched onto her shoulder and both of his hands moved to her hips as he thrust into her with ever-increasing frequency. Buffy had finally found purchase against the edge of the rug and clutched it, giving Giles something to brace against as he moved inside of her.

Giles suddenly stopped thrusting and held himself steady and came. Buffy found herself coming once more. This orgasm hit her harder than the other and she felt it throughout her entire body. He pushed himself up, off and out of her and sat back looking at her.

Buffy tried to imagine what she looked like, spread out on the rug, inner thighs wet with their co-mingled fluids and decided she didn't care.

Giles reached out and ran a hand up and down her leg. He stretched over her and retrieved her cup of tea and handed it to her. Buffy took the cup from Giles' hand. With a quick sip of the now tepid tea she let herself relax into the floor.

"I've been looking for this," she said.

"I know" he replied.