Giles Won't Share!

Pairing: Buffy/Giles non-crossover
Spoilers: Up to Graduation II (season three)
Disclaimer: Buffy, Giles and the rest of Sunnydale are the property of Lord God Joss and his evil-ahem-talented minions. I only do things with them that they really wanna do

Note: Review me please! Flames will be used for grilling this summer. Enjoy


Buffy left the ice cream shot ahead of her Watcher, licking the chocolate at the top of her cone, swirling her tongue around and around. Giles refused to look, too much temptation and distraction to watch her. He sipped his milk shake and hefted the weapons bag in his free hand.

"You know, summer sucks. All demony activity stops. Xander's gone on his road trip. Will and Oz are off doing couply things that don't involve Buffy. Heck, even Cordelia's already gone off the LA. I guess I just have to spend some oh, so quality time with my favorite watcher." She got next to him and grabbed his right arm, snuggling against the firm muscles under his cotton T-shirt. She smiled to herself when she felt him tense a little.


"I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm sure your mother would just love to have your help around the gallery this month," he offered innocently, knowing that Buffy as ducking out of helping Joyce unpack for the exhibit at the end of the month by training and patrolling with him, although he was no longer her Watcher. Hell, she'd even quit the Council. He grinned down at her, amazed by her every time he saw her.

"So, what's next on our training schedule, Watcher-mine?" She took the last of her ice cream into her mouth whole and swallowed slowly. Giles closed his eyes and pulled his arm away gently. Buffy grinned and continued to assault the cone, knowing that although he might not be staring at her, she had his full and undivided attention.

"Ex-Watcher," he corrected her, taking a longer than normal drink from the shake, hoping the iciness would be enough to dampen his enthusiasm somewhat. He watched a group of young college aged men come down the sidewalk toward them, checking out Buffy, ogling her really. He gave the four of them his worst Ripper glare, one that had made even Angel back off. They dropped their gazes and hurried past the Watcher and Slayer.

"Watcher, ex-Watcher, what's the diff? You're here and you're mine. So what fun are we having tonight since the slayage is a bust?"

"Are you sure you don't want to go help your Mum?" he teased. She glared at him.

"Give me a demon any day. Quarterstaff?" she asked hopefully.

"Didn't bring them. Crossbow?"

"Sword?" She grinned.

"You enjoy the sword too much, young lady." He grinned back. She returned to his side.

"Cold hard steel. Can't lose when it's in my hands. Of course, just about anything in my hand could be used as a weapon," she said ruefully.

"For which I am eternally grateful. You've learned well and taken your Slayer training seriously for the first time in a very long while."

"It helps when the Slayer likes her Watcher," she said playfully. He blushed and tossed his now empty cup in a nearby trash receptacle.

"Yes, well. The Watcher likes his Slayer in return. What to train with, hmm?"

"We could just forget about training tonight and hang out together? Sound like fun, Watcher-mine?"

"I always enjoy spending time with you, Buffy. I think you could do with an evening of rest." Giles watched her finish the cone and wipe her hand on the paper napkin she'd had around the cone base. Then he watched her throw it expertly behind her back without looking, knowing it had gone into the trash. Giles shook his head. "Show off."

"What?" she asked innocently. "I can't take advantage of my natural talents?"

"Buffy, you know you can't become as obvious while you're in college, right? There isn't any way of finding out whether someone is an otherworldly being or just someone wanting to exploit your abilities,“ he added in all seriousness.

"Yup. I know, you've told me like seven bajillion times. I know, we could go rent some movies and go back to your apartment, get your VCR out of hiding and veg."

"Are you trying to corrupt me, young lady?" he asked amused

"As if I had a chance of corrupting Ripper Giles," she joked back. He stopped walking and turned to look her directly in the eyes.

"That part of me is of the past, Buffy. I wish to forget it," he whispered.


"You can't. You have to live with it and learn from it. I think your being Ripper makes me a better Slayer, you know. You don't hold anything back when you're like that,“ she breathed softly, moving closer to him. She watched his green eyes darken as they narrowed. He took her free hand and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her flush against his body. She grinned and let him, both of them knew that if she wanted to get away, it wouldn't even make her break a sweat.

"I don't know what the hell you're playing at, but you're playing with fire. My control keeps slipping around you and one of these days I'm going to become him, fully." He practically growled, making a shiver run through her that had nothing to do with the breeze.


"You mean you weren't really Ripper when you and Mom experienced the candy and each other?" She tried joking, but of course he took her seriously.

"That was Ripper before meeting up with Ethan and the others. I was just a confused kid with a lot of anger when the incident happened. If I had been in my full Ripper phase, Ethan would have been shot dead without a second thought. That's what I am, Slayer."

Buffy swallowed hard, imagining her Watcher, her most of the time gentle Watcher gun a man down in cold blood. He smiled sadly at her as she realized just how horrible he'd been as Ripper.

"Have I made you think, Buffy?"

"Yeah. You weren't a kid parents would let their daughters go out with."


"You don't know how many fathers kicked me out of their houses." He laughed wickedly, remembering Deirdre’s father throwing him out in the freezing rain starkers when he'd caught the two teenagers making love on the living room couch.

"Was it Ripper who skewered the Mayor? And what the hell were you thinking, Giles?" She finally asked the question that had been napping in her mind for the last few days, one the that made her wonder exactly how her Watcher felt about her really.

He looked away from her and walked faster toward the park, to cut through toward his flat. She caught up with him easily and grabbed his arm, spinning him around fast. He jerked away and growled at her, his arousal at thinking about Buffy, spending all this time alone with her was making him crazy. Sometimes, all she had to do was smile a certain way and he could feel the cold shower hours before he would be able to get it. Sometimes, he took two in a row, just to make sure she wouldn't find out what a dirty old man he really was.


"Giles, what? I want to know. You barely blinked when you did it, but Oz said you were so pissed he could smell the anger off of you."

"He threatened you, Buffy. Let's leave it at that, alright?"

"And little ole Watcher was going to skewer the Mayor, the invincible, incredible, unkillable mayor with nothing but a little sword. You let something take control that scared the hell out of us. You know something, Giles? Afterwards, when Wills and I were talking with the guys, we realized that we weren't afraid of the Mayor like he thought we were, we were really losing it because my normally cool and collected Watcher--"

"Ex-Watcher. I was fired, remember?" He plopped down on the stone bench and started taking deep calming breaths.

"The fired you, but you'll always be my Watcher, Rupert Giles. The Powers That Be chose me and I chose you. We're in this together forever." She sat next to him and laid her head on his upper arm. He moved involuntarily until somehow, she was ensconced in his arms, practically purring. He saw hours in the coldest of showers tonight.

"Were the lot of you really afraid of me?"

"Well, Wesley's always been afraid of you, so that didn't count. But, yeah. We were terrified you were going to get yourself killed. All I could think about was the night outside the factor after Jenny was killed." She felt his hug her tighter and she smiled. Maybe tonight, she'd be able to tell him how she'd been feeling for the last few weeks. They fell into a companionable silence.

“You’ve never asked me.” He said suddenly, completely taking her aback. She didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Hmm? About what?”

“You’ve never asked me about the night that Angelus tortured me.” Giles said in a strained voice. She squeezed his arm a little, looking up into his shadowed face. She so longed to reach up and brush her fingers over the five o’clock stubble. She’d always thought it was sexy.

“Do you want me to? Cause, well, I asked Angel a while ago. Afterwards, I realized something; that I didn’t really love him, just the idea of being in love with someone dangerous. But I knew we didn’t have a future together. He came with a whole lot of emotional baggage, and I think my life had enough of that already, don’t you? I think he tried to gloss over a lot of it, make some of it seem less than it was. I know the truth though. Willow and Xander told me when I asked them.” She reached down instead and took his left hand in between hers and brought it up to kiss the bent fingers, letting him feel the hot tears land on his flesh. He gulped and looked down at his Slayer.

“You should have asked me, Buffy.”

“We really haven’t been sharing since I got back from running away and when we finally started to Angel came back and there was that Travers asshole with the stupid test. Besides, you would have kept me from knowing some of it, too. I hated him for it. I hated Angel for never finding out about that fucking curse. He knew about if for a century, so why didn’t he research it? I hated myself most of all for letting Angelus take control.” She whispered, kissing his hand again. He withdrew it and lifted her face up with it, seeing the tears standing there. “I might as well have snapped them—“

“You have nothing for which to condemn yourself, Buffy. You were seventeen and in love for the first time in your young life. Hell, when I was your age, I didn’t even have to be in love to sleep with some girl. At least you gave yourself to someone you thought would be there for you forever. You didn’t know, and it’s not your fault.” He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips, rubbing his thumb over the tracks of her tears, and then wiping them away with a gentle brush of his lips. She made a small noise, and without another though, he was pulling her into his arms like he’d thought about doing for the last month, since the bloody prom. He lowered his head again and kissed her a little deeper, shivering at the shock running through his body, touching her for the first time as a lover would.

“I should have never slept with him, Giles. I did it to defy you and everything that I’d been trained as. I didn’t want my Calling, so sleeping with a vampire was my way at getting back at the Powers That Be for making me the Slayer. When he came back from Hell, I felt like I was blackmailed into loving him back like he loved me. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in love. Until now.” She whispered against his ear, licking the lobe. She smiled when she felt his shiver course through his body.

“I’ve loved you since the prom; since I saw you walk in. I knew you’d defeated the Hellhounds. I knew you would. You were a vision in that pink confection, a woman for the first time in my eyes. For the longest time, you were a girl; a willful and obstinate girl who defied me at every turn, but I loved you even then, when you faced your destiny and defeated the Master against all odds. Will you be mine, Buffy? Can you give yourself to your forty-two year old Watcher? What would your mother think?” He whispered harshly, feeling the weight lifted from his chest, having spoken his love to the woman in his arms. He looked down to see her smiling smugly.

“Hate to tell ya, Watcher-Man, but Mom knows I’m in love with you.” Buffy scooted back a little so she could see his face, see his reaction to the news. She laughed as his jaw dropped in astonishment. She kissed his hungrily before explaining, before he could stammer some question out. “Mom woke me from this particularly heinous nightmare where I lost you somehow. I was crying my eyes out and figured out that you were the one for me forever. I told her how I felt and she talked with me for like hours and hours. I think we went through about three gallons of ‘Rocky Road.’ She accepts it. And a plus is that she knows you’re a great lover. I think she was kinda jealous.”

“Envious.” He corrected automatically, still in shock over what she’d divulged. “Huh? She’s alright with you having an affair with your former Watcher, a teacher at your former school?” He was quite flabbergasted by the news.

“Didn’t you listen? She understands. It’s going to take some time to—did you say ‘affair?’” She frowned and pulled out of his arms, standing before him with her fists balled on her hips, her eyes flashing with anger. “I was talking about lifetime commitment here.”

“As am I. I used the wrong word, obviously. How do you know I’m a good lover?” He tried distracting her. It worked.

“I said ‘great’, Rupert. Remember the whole aspect of the demon thingy? I had to listen to my mother try not to remember the night of the band candy like a zillion times. By the time you had given me the antidote, I was ready to jump your bones then. God, I think she wishes she could find someone like you, but not you, you know? She’s not really attracted to you, if you wanted to know. I, on the other hand, am immensely, and I’d really like it if you took me to your place and showed me how attracted you are to me.” She grinned and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him up.

“Buffy, this is all very new and sudden. I am not taking you to bed tonight. I shall court you like any gentleman should.”

Buffy smiled and blushed. “Sorry, but I’m kinda livin’ on borrowed time and I was thinking I could, you know, seize the day. Or you. Whichever you prefer.”

Rupert stood quickly and pulled his Slayer into his arms, taking her lips like he had every right to. His tongue came out and teased her lips, opening them, until it was inside her mouth, exploring the taste of hers. He pulled away after a minute and put her down, setting her on front of him in the middle of the park.

“We can’t do this, Buffy! I’m your bloody Watcher!”

“You keep reminding me that you were fired. You’re a free agent now. And I, of course, told the Council to kiss my ass.” She smirked as she shot down his first argument.

“You’re too young.”

“I say if I’m old enough to Slay, I’m old enough to choose who I want to spend the rest of my short life with. I’m eighteen, remember? Besides, my last boyfriend, ancient. Literally.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her tank top stretching so that he had to take a deep breath and look away from her cleavage, focusing on her beautiful face instead.

“I’m a teacher, a…a member of the faculty.” His old stutter returned.

“You’re the former librarian to a school that we blew up. Not to mention the fact that I graduated from said school only a few minutes before we blew it away along with Dick. You’re not going to look like Humbert Humbert, ya know. This is the nineteen nineties. May-December romances abound in California, where all the old washed up actors try to find young beautiful trophy wives and this is so not coming out the way I wanted it to.” She groaned and covered her eyes with one hand. Giles just looked at her for a moment and started laughing.

“God, you’re bloody priceless! You know what I’m going to say before I say it. You don’t still have the aspect of the demon, do you?” He grinned and moved a little bit closer to her. He hesitated for a moment, then moving with more confidence, he pulled her once more into his arms and bent to kiss her.

“Wow.” She whispered as she stared up into the eyes of her Watcher in a daze. She knew then that she was with the man who would be her other half for the rest of her life, no matter how long it lasted. Angel may have been past two hundred years old, but his kisses had nothing on Rupert Giles’ ability to make her stomach clench in excitement.

“Exactly. So, Miss Summers, eighteen year old graduate and greatest Slayer in a century, may I have the honor of taking you to dinner tomorrow evening?” He smiled down at her, brushing some stray blond hair out of her eyes.

“Ooh, um, okay.” She sighed as she felt his lips move from her cheek down to her neck, his teeth biting slightly. “If you take me to Chuck E. Cheese’s, I’ll slay you.”

“He chuckled and grinned at the shudder running down her, his hands on her back felt the goose bumps through the thin material.

“I expect to see you in your gown. I’m taking you somewhere very lavish.”

“Then, will you ravish me afterwards?” She smirked, starting to play his game of ‘let’s see how far to push the Slayer.’ Her hands moved from his t-shirt down to the front of his form-fitting jeans, and slightly put pressure at the bulge, which she had been espying over the last few days, especially during training.

“Jesus, Buffy! You’re not playing fair.” He gasped when her lips went as high as she could reach, stopping at his Adam ’s apple.

“All’s fair in love and Slaying. So, that whole ‘not making love tonight’ thing, does that include no playing a little?” She whispered coyly against his skin. He could feel it heating him, just with her words, her desires. He moaned and laughed tightly as he reached for the weapons bag.

“No. Come on, woman, before I change my mind and take you home to you mum.” He grabbed her hand and started leading her across the park to his nearby apartment.

The normally five minutes walk took longer as he had to stop every few feet to kiss her, to make sure that she was really there and not a mirage of a dream he was having. His hands shook as he unlocked the door, threw the bag inside haphazardly, lifted Buffy into his arms to carry her across into the entryway, kicking the door closed without looking at it. Buffy appreciated the economy of motions he made. She snuggled into his shoulder and began running her hands under his leather jacket to slide across the blue t-shirt. Without quite knowing how, he was on the couch with his Slayer on his lap: her shirt off and her bra pushed to down to reveal her ivory breasts. She was kissing him non-stop, almost enough to make him forget what he had said before and take her right there in the living room where anyone could interrupt.

“I’m, oh God, not.” Pause for deep kissing and heavy petting. “Going to make love to you.” Rupert pulled away, then dove in again for another kiss. “Tonight. I’m serious, Buffy.” He looked down at his beloved Slayer, her skin red from his whiskers. He’d left marks, a love bite above her left nipple, a hickey on the mark she’d gotten when she’d let Angel feed from her. His eyes flashed with primal male pride. ‘She’s mine.’

“Are you so sure of that, Rupert.?” She smiled up at him and reached between them to stroke the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and flung his head back has she unzipped him, stroking him firmly through the denim. “Hey, where’s your underwear?”

“I don’t bloody wear them with jeans.” He rasped as her hand touched his bare cock lightly. He vowed silently to himself that he would not make love to her tonight.

“Isn’t that a little uncomfortable?” She wondered, her curiosity getting the best of her as she gripped him tighter, running her fingers from tip to base, swirling in his pubic hair before heading back up. He moaned, his fingers tightening on her breasts as he bucked into her caresses.

“Only when I have a gorgeous eighteen year old woman sitting on my lap giving me a bleeding hard-on!” He growled and reached down to give her a savage kiss. His hands wandered to her back, searching for her bra clasp. “What the--?”

“It’s in the fron--. Okay, never mind.” She giggled when he ripped the wispy lace and threw it behind him onto his desk.

“Now, where were we, luv?”

“You were telling me-oh!” Her head rolled back as he licked the tip of her left nipple, then blew on it softly, puckering the sensitive flesh. “Uh, we’re not making love tonight. And why is that again?”

“Because I’m not prepared. I haven’t needed to be since before I left England. But there are other ways.”

Buffy looked at him with innocence. She’d only had the one night with Angel and hardly any dates after her return from Las Angeles last summer. He chuckled against her breast, his hands going to the waistband of her shorts and pushing them and her underwear down quickly. “Dear Lord, you’re beautiful.” He breathed, running one hand from her ankle to her knee. He felt her stiffen as it moved between her legs, brushing her inner thigh. “Alright, luv?” He muttered against her neck, biting the skin gently, then soothing it with his tongue.

“Angel never--well he never touched me there. We only, you know, did it.” She whispered shyly.

Rupert grimaced and muttered just soft enough to make Buffy strain to hear. “Two hundred bloody years and can’t learn anything to please a woman!”

“Tell me what we’re going to do tonight, Rupert.” Her back arched with his touch, his kiss together.

“We’ll touch, caress each other, with our hands, tongues. We’ll stroke and rub until we’re so hot we can’t think straight. I’m going to kiss my way down your body until I can lick you pussy and taste how sweet your cum is.” He stopped, taking a deep breath as he realized he was going to lose control. He looked down into her passion-glazed eyes, narrowed, focusing on his face and words. Her hands were still softly stroking his cock, coating it with his own pre-cum. “I’m going to make you scream.” He said hoarsely before bringing his fingertips to her sex. He moaned as he felt how went and wanting she was, how she thrust herself up against his hand, begging for more.

Buffy let go of her lover’s erection and lay back in his embrace, letting him lead their lovemaking. “Mmm. Please, Rupert.”

“What, luv?”

“Take me upstairs.”

He surged to his feet, cradling his naked Slayer to his chest and hurried up to his room. He lay her down reverently on the edge and just stood there, looking at her as if the for the first time. And it was the first time, at least in this situation.

“Absolutely perfect.” He muttered.

“Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed, Rupert, honey?” She reached forward and grasped his waistband, tugging it down even more so, gently. He stepped out of his jeans as he hurried to remove his t-shirt. He gasped and stopped with his arms above his head, the shirt blocking his view as he felt first Buffy’s hand, then her soft wet lips on the tip of his cock. He released the breath he’d been holding when the hand moved to his balls and she took more of him into her mouth.

“Oh, my god!” He rasped out, yanking the shirt and tossing it to look down, seeing his beloved kneeling before him, taking his erection deeper and deeper into her mouth. Then he felt the suction and he stopped thinking altogether, one of his hands moving down to tunnel through her blond hair. She moved off, then took him again, wondering where exactly she’d gotten the bravery to do this to her Watcher. She never done it before, even for Angel, but had only heard and read about it. “Oh! Oh, fuck! Buffy, I’m com—“ His voice caught as he came suddenly, his seed hitting the back of her throat so forcefully that all she could do was swallow. He gripped her hair and pulled her to her feet, his passion becoming rougher, but he knew she could handle it. She was his Slayer, after all. “Oh, bloody Jesus fucking Christ!” He bent down and took her mouth roughly, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting the aftermath of his spent passion.

Buffy moaned, not realizing just how turned on she’d get by giving him a blow job. “Uh, that was good, right, Rupert?” She asked shyly as he pushed her to the bed and dropped to his knees on the floor between her open legs.

“Good? My god, I haven’t cum that quickly in a decade.” He breathed.

“I did okay, then?”

He chuckled as he reached forward and cupped her breast in his callused hand, rubbing the nipple harder than he had before. “It took the edge off so I can pleasure you for longer now. Much longer.”

“That’s good, cause I never, you know, did that before.” She blushed a little as she kept eye contact with him. He stopped stroking her for a moment, just staring into her eyes.

“You’re an amazing woman, Buffy Summers.” He moved up to lie on top of her, his semi-hard cock pressing into her sensitive clit. “I love you.”

She grinned and sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Love ya back. Now finish what you started. I remember hearing something about screaming in pleasure.” She kissed him and laughed when he followed her demands.

He scooted down, his head moved to her stomach, his tongue circling her belly button, then moving lower still. She reached down and gripped his hair. He chuckled and winced at the same time. “Remember your strength, luv.”

She loosened her grip, then flung her head back, moaning as she felt his lips at her opening, his fingers drawing through the wetness. His tongue snaked to her clitoris, swollen and ready for release. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently as his first two fingers entered, imitating what he wanted to do with her with his cock. It took four deep strokes before she stiffened and screamed his name as she came for the first time. He withdrew his fingers and moved to lick her, devouring the taste of her. He’d known she’d taste sweet. He also knew she’d be ready for more soon, then a thought struck him and he started chuckling, lifting his head to look up at her flushed, confused face. Her eyes had been closed, but she’d opened them at his chuckle. She was still panting, riding the last waves of her orgasm.

“Buffy?”

“Yes? You liked that a lot, Mr. Giles.”

“I loved watching and tasting you cum, luv. And in a moment or two I’m going to love doing it again, but that’s not what struck my fancy.” He stroked her lightly keeping her passion up. “You asked me earlier what I was thinking when I stabbed the mayor.”

“Uh-huh. I don’t get where we segued to that, but okay.” She was still dazed, and couldn’t quite focus on what he was talking about. She shuddered delicately when he slipped his fingers back inside her.

“He said he was going to eat you.”

“Y-yes. He threatened me.” She gasped, feeling his tongue on her sensitive clit again. She could feel him smiling between her legs. He pulled away long enough to grin up at her

“I remember thinking that I don’t like sharing.” He dove his mouth and tongue into her, letting her think about what he’d said.

Buffy gasped, trying to concentrate on his words and his earlier actions in the library. Her eyes widened and she looked down at his light brown hair, feeling the vibrations of his chuckling in her most sensitive area. She grinned suddenly and burst into loud laughter.

“You are so naughty! I love it.” She cried, then sighed as he continued to bring her closer to yet another orgasm.

“I know.” He whispered wickedly as she cried out his name again a minute later.


Fin