It had been a fierce battle, the odds against them high, as usual. But they’ d fought as a team, slowly depleting the ranks of their enemies. Now, only three remained. Perhaps, that’s what made them sloppy, for as Buffy came in for the the death blow, she heard a cry behind her. A human cry. Hesitating for just a moment, she finished off the demon and turned toward her Watcher.
Giles was on the ground, his weight on his right knee. His left leg was stretched out, blood pouring from the inner thigh. Yet he still fought on, a sword in his right hand, as he held off the remaining two. One of them held a bloody knife in his hand, and she knew who’s blood was on the metal.
Reacting without thought, Buffy charged into the fray, pushing the demons away from their target with her fury. All thoughts of strategy and battle plans flew out of her mind as she pushed on through sheer adrenalin. Only the sound of Giles’ voice calling her name brought her back from the brink. Taking a steadying breath, she went again into her fighting rhythm, taking care of the demons in quick time.
Not stopping to admire her own handiwork, she spun and returned to the fallen Watcher. Dropping down on her knees, she bent to check out the wound, now being pressed down by his hand. She looked up at him in concern.
He grimaced. “This one’ll be a bit hard to explain to the Emergency doctors. I don’t think there’s a need to go.” As she opened her mouth to protest “The bleeding’s almost stopped, and it wasn’t that deep a cut.”
She nodded. “Alright. Let’s get you home and patched up. But if I think it’s worse than you’re letting on, straight to the hospital for you!” At his agreement, Buffy helped him to his feet, taking most of his weight. “I guess this means I’ll have to drive you, huh?”
Giles groaned. “Why didn’t you just let the demon finish me off?”
Buffy pushed open the door to Giles’ apartment, half dragging him in. He was weaker than he’d let on, but she hoped that was just to the original loss of blood. As they made their way through the entry, she looked up toward his bedroom, and realised their tactical error.
Noticing they’d stopped, Giles followed her eyes. “Good thing the sofa’s comfortable. I don’t fancy getting blood on the bed anyway.” As she helped him to the sofa, he started removing his jacket.
“I’ll have to get something to cover you with. And we’ll need to get off....those, um...”
Giles smiled at her obvious embarassment. “Might as well get towels. At least they’re absorbant. And I can manage the trousers if you could do my shoes?”
After doing as he requested, Buffy made her way up to the bathroom. Gathering as many towels as she could, she collected the first aid kit on the way down. She just hoped she didn’t have to do any stitches. She so sucked at that. She returned to the lower level to find Giles reclining against the sofa, his trousers and jacket in a crumpled heap on the floor. Dropping beside him, she placed the towels under and over his lower thighs. She stopped when she realised her next dilemma. “Um, Giles....”
“Hmm?” He opened his eyes. Buffy was staring at his boxers. “Oh, cut them off. I have plenty more.” Closing his eyes once more, he gave himself up to her ministrations. He couldn’t help the shiver as the cool metal of the sheers grazed along his skin, nor could he deny the pleasure of a soft hand pressing a towel gently over his groin.
Buffy could feel the heat scorching her face. She’d tried hard not to look, and had given him as much modesty as possible. But there was worse to come. The wound was in his inner thigh. It looked like the demon had wanted to make him a eunuch. Trouble was, every time she tried to clean the wound, she’d touch him ‘there’. And the more she tried not to, the more it happened. Glancing where her left hand rested, she noticed a shift in the positioning of the towel. It took a moment for her to realise what it meant. Having never felt more mortified, she looked up at his face.
Giles was now wide awake, staring down at her with a delighted grin. His obvious enjoyment of the activities confused her even more. “You could at least pretend to be embarassed.”
He chuckled. “Put it down to the loss of blood. Must have gone to my head. I’m sure I’ll be properly mortified in the morning.” He waited, curious to what she would do next.
Buffy dropped her eyes, licking her lips. She glanced once more at the wound, noticing it was no longer bleeding. Disappointed, she sighed. The honourable thing to do now would be to tuck him up and leave. Deciding that she needed to check the wound once more, just to be sure, she placed her hand just above his groin. Leaning in closer for a better look, her nose took in his scent. Male and aroused. And all Giles. Giving in to temptation, she pressed her hand lightly against his arousal.
Neither moved for a few moments, becoming accustomed to this new aspect of their relationship. Then Giles lifted his hand, running it gently through her hair. Emboldened, Buffy pressed harder, then started moving her hand up and down his hardening cock.
Giles groaned at the sensation of the towelling pushing into his sensitive flesh, the heat of her hand searing through the material. Licking his lips, he grabbed the material, moving it inch by inch until her hand was gripping his throbbing flesh. His “Buffy” was strangled as her thumb flicked against his tip.
Moving her head down, Buffy’s tongue mimmicked the actions of her thumb, tasting him for the first time. Liking the taste so much, she went back for more, then placed the tip inside her mouth. Giles’ hands held her head in place as she became accustomed to the size of him, then they encouraged her as she began sucking on him.
Giles knew he wouldn’t last long. It had been too long, and he’d had too many secret fantasies about just this moment. Giving himself up to the pleasure, he allowed her to control the buildup of arousal shaking his body. When he felt her lips graze his balls, he lost control completely, emptying himself into her mouth.
When rational thought returned, he lifted his head, watching her lick him clean. There seemed no embarassment in her actions, or guilt. In fact, she looked as if she thoroughly enjoyed herself. And he found himself enjoying her current actions just as much. Pressing his fingers under her chin, he lifted her head, looking into her eyes. “Having fun?”
She returned his smile. “Almost as much as you.” She kept still as his hand moved down her throat, resting briefly on her heart, before seeking out her hardened nipple. She gasped as he pinched it between his fingers, then began to roll it. “Giles....”
“Why don’t you come up here?” So much promise in his suggestion. She climbed up onto his lap, following him down as he lay fully on the sofa. “Now turn around.” She looked at him in confusion at first, then realisation dawned. Taking care not to touch his wound, she turned around, returning once more to favour his erection with her attention.
Giles looked at her firm butt pushed out at him, glad she’d worn a skirt this evening. Pushing the material up, he rubbed his hands along the cheeks, pleased to note the already damp patch on her cotton panties. He jumped as he felt her hands on his cock again. Deciding to join in on the fun, he rubbed his fingers along her sex, smiling at the groan his actions elicited. Rubbing harder, he pushed the material into her lips, listening to her increased panting as she started pushing against him.
Grabbing the waistband of her panties, he pushed it down, exposing her fully to his greedy eyes. Inserting his hand, he spread her legs wider, then pressed his fingers into her folds. They slid along the slickness of her skin, making their way to her waiting clit. She gave a cry as they found their target, her actions becoming more frantic as he played with her swollen nubbin.
Knowing she wouldn’t last much longer, he decided to hasten things along. Inserting a finger into her hot passage, he moved himself into position. “Take me in your mouth.”
Moving more on instinct than anything else, Buffy obeyed him. Taking him fully into her lips, she sucked on him as he began to pump in and out of her. She mimmicked his rhythm, pushing onto his pumping fingers. Feeling them leaving her, she mewled in disappointment, only to scream in pleasure at the feel of his tongue on her sex. Opening herself further for him, she gave herself fully to the exquisite feelings he was creating in her. The taste of him in her mouth, the magic of his tongue took her beyond anywhere she’d been before.
He felt her scream against his thrusting cock as she came, her juices pouring into his open mouth. No longer able to hold back, he poured himself into her for the second time that evening, following her to the point of mindless pleasure. As they both reached the end, they collapsed, allowing the minutes to slip while they regained their equilibrium.
Buffy realised she still had Giles’ half aroused penis in her mouth. The feel of his hands rubbing and patting her ass made sure she was also in the state of semi-arousal. Shifting slightly, she allowed him to slip out of mouth. Feeling his fingers rubbing her clit gently, she groaned. “If you do that to me again, I might die.”
He laughed, the action vibrating throughout her body. “Well, that’s one way to go.” He paused, and she waited for the rest. “Be a bit hard to explain to the Watcher Council though.” She joined his laughter, before turning her head to face him. “Want to come up here?”
Nodding, she twisted until she was once again laying along his length, her body under his chin. She waited until she felt his hand again rubbing her bare backside before relaxing. The feel of his cotton shirt against her cheek made her realise their state of semi-nakedness. “We’re only half undressed.”
He glanced down at her body. “Want to finish the job?”
“In a minute. I kinda like lying here. ‘Sides, you’d have to move your hand.”
“Well, I was going to move it anyway. To” She groaned as he pushed two fingers into her. “Here. And then I was going to” Her body tensed as his other hand brushed against her clit “shift my hand there as my fingers” He started pumping into her, “moved around here a bit. But if you want me to..” He never finished his sentence as he felt her orgasm building again. Not wasting time on teasing her, he took her quickly to the edge, holding her there for several seconds, before finally allowing her release. Moving quickly, he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her scream. As she collapsed against him, he noticed she’d fainted. Smiling in satisfaction, he arranged them both more comfortably, before waiting for the next round.