"I thought you were leaving." Giles turned at the bitter words, looking at his angry slayer.
"I am. I thought you might want to talk before I left."
Buffy shrugged. "What about? You want to go. Go."
Giles sighed, pulling his hands out of his pocket as he stepped toward her. "You know it's not like that."
Buffy walked past him, making her way toward the punching bag. "Sure it is. You want me to grow up, and you think that can only happen if you're not here. There's no other reason, is there?" She turned back to him, as if eager to hear his responce.
Giles hesitated, then shook his head. "No. I just - You mean so much to me..."
Buffy gave a bark of laughter. "Funny that. All the men that I 'mean so much to' leave. My dad, Angel, Riley..."
"Don't you dare compare me to any of them!" Giles' sudden anger pulled her up. "And don't you ever, ever compare me to Angel again." This said quieter, yet with no less venom.
Buffy's brow creased in surprise. "You still hate him?" Giles turned away, his head bowed. Clarity hit. "You're jealous of him. Of us!" The pleasure of the realisation was obvious.
"To be jealous of your relationship with him I'd have to..." he stopped as if realising the danger of that path.
Buffy moved closer to him, her hand outstretched. "Yeah, you would." There was wonder in her voice. "And it would mean that I've been turning to Spike for what I've wanted from you for so long." The catch in her voice expressed her feelings more fully than her words.
Giles turned in surprise, watching as Buffy's hand rested against his shirt. "Buffy, what are you saying?"
She smiled tremulously, showing more emotion than she had since she'd been brought back to life. "Giles, what aren't you saying?"
He hesitantly lifted his hand to hers, pushing her palm more fully against his heart. They felt, rather than heard, the rhythm increase, realisation and joy throbbing through his body. They moved toward each other, Giles' other hand moving around her waist. He stared down into her now expressive eyes for a moment before bending to take her lips with his own.
They took their time tasting each other, getting to know the shape and texture of their mouths. Eventually Giles took the initiative, delving deeper with his tongue to taste her more fully. Buffy moaned and pressed herself against him. He bent to lift her into his arms, carrying her to the couch, and laying her down upon the soft leather. Breaking apart, he returned for another quick kiss before leaning back to look down at her. "If only you knew how many times I'd dreamt of seeing you like this."
She raised her hand to stroke his cheek. He turned to kiss her palm. "Bet I'd win in the fantasy contest."
Giles lifted his eyebrows. "Would you really like to continue this conversation, or start fulfilling some of those fantasies?"
Buffy smiled. "No contest." Moving her hand to the back of his head, she pulled him down to her, becoming the agressor in their love duel. As she ravaged his mouth with her lips and tongue, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders before attacking his shirt and tie. By the time he'd come up for air, she'd stripped his upper body, allowing her free reign to touch him and learn the feel of him. Not one to miss a chance, Buffy did just that, rubbing her hands along the whorls of hair on his chest, pausing only to pet the hardened nubs that showed his arousal. His body already glistened with a sheen of sweat as he trembled under her assault.
Unable to remain stationary any longer, Giles moved his hand back, rubbing it along her leg and outer thigh. When she restlessly lifted her other leg, he complied with her silent request and moved his hand to her core, rubbing through the material of her pants and underwear. Taking his time, he teased and petted her, building the tension thrumming through her body. Gently, lovingly he undid the zip to her pants and rested his warm hand against the tender flesh of her stomach. Hesitating only to ensure she hadn't changed her mind, he dipped his hand lower, running his fingers through the thatch of hair before reaching the damp opening awaiting him. Her moan encouraged him to explore further. Finding the nub hidden in her folds, he began to rub across it, alternately increasing and decreasing the pace.
Buffy whimpered as she dropped her hand to his crotch. Feeling the hardening flesh there, she squeazed him as she began to rise once more on a wave of passion. His own groan was almost drowned out by her small cries and whimpers. Only when he eased back once more, did her grip on him relax. Deciding that turnabout was fair play, she quickly removed the barriers from her seeking hands, smiling in anticipation as his arousal pressed through the opening of his pants. Looking into his eyes, she snaked her hand inside his boxers, rubbing along the pulsing flesh that eagerly greeted her. They matched rhythm, pushing each other closer to the edge, before pulling back by mutual consent.
Finally tiring of their game, Giles pulled away from her. Ignoring her mewl of disappointment he rose to schuck his pants and boxers. Standing proudly naked before her, he grinned at her look of anticipated pleasure. Bending, he kissed her before turning to remove her lower clothing. Pausing only to press a kiss against her core, he turned back to face her, offering his hand. Buffy placed her own in it, allowing him to pull her to a sitting position. She halted his hand as he moved to remove the rest of her clothing. Instead she stripped, her movements as confident as his had been earlier. When she was naked before him, he closed his eyes in wonder and joy before shifting position. Moving to kiss her, he lay his body along hers, allowing her to absorb the full strength of him.
Controlled now by the passions aroused by their earlier foreplay, the kiss was more carnel, their open mouths and tongues duelling for supremacy. Giles brought Buffy's legs around his waist as he moved to guide himself to her entrance. Pulling back once more, the gentleman and watcher gave her one final chance. "If we do this."
Buffy pressed her finger against his lips, before moving her hand further down to join his. Together they guided him into her, their breaths catching at the fullness of their joining. Resting his elbows either side of her head to ease his weight, he began to move inside her, his movements sure and strong. Buffy squeazed her legs tighter around him as he increased the pace. Neither could look away from the other, as the tension again began to build inside of them. Buffy's breathing changed from panting to whimpers as he pushed them both closer to the edge. Finally he stopped, almost pulling out all the way, before slamming hard back into her. It was enough as Buffy screamed her release. Wanting to watch her forever, but unable to hold back any longer, Giles yelled as he began to empty himself in her.
He shifted as he was jolted from his sleep. Moving to make himself more comfortable and to ensure his arousal was safely hidden under the provided blanket, Giles looked around to see if he'd woken anybody else up. All was quiet and dark, the only movement that of the flight attendants as they went about their work. Giles sighed as he wiped his hand down his face. He wasn't surprised to feel tears against his fingers. Turning his head toward the fuselage of the plane, he cried for the loss of his beloved slayer and for all his broken dreams.