Carpe Verpa

by GylzGirl

Disclaimer: All things Buffy belong to Fox. And also Joss. But he doesn't do what I do with them. And if he did, he'd have some big explaining to do to his wife :)
Distribution: Gabi, Dee, Dword, my sites. Anyone else just ask.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/G
Type: PWP
Dedications: To Paula and Gibberish, Please feel better Sweeties!
Timeline: Late season 6 or later. Very Probably AU. Giles moved back to Sunnydale and got his old place back. I can't lose the library and the apartment. It messes up my whole world.
Author's Notes: Thanks as always to Karen for the beta. Now, look at the year. Yup, you guessed it. I don't really speak Latin. I did the best I could with dictionaries and such, I apologize for any verbiage massacres. {{waves hand}} My Latin is fine. {{waves hand}} These are not the droids you're looking for.
Additional Note: Also, for Tracy and her tattoo =)

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"I don't know what possessed me to take Latin in the first place," Buffy said, slamming her textbook closed.

"If I recall correctly, you said it was because it gave you the chance to find out if I'd actually been making up all the things I told you were written prophecy in my books."

She nodded with a smile. "Well, it was a good theory."

He came to stand behind her, his hands working magic on her stiff shoulder muscles. "Do you want some help?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of him and trying not to moan. "I wouldn't say no to a fireplace and a box of matches."

"Cold?"

She laughed. "No." She held up the book. "For this I mean."

"Now simply because you're frustrated," he rescued the book from her hands and set it on top of his mantle, "doesn't give you the right to commit sacrilege."

"Since when did you join the Church of the Fundamentals of Latin 101?" She stood and stretched her arms over her head.

"I only meant that the idea of burning any book is so troglodyte that..."

"And I'm sure troglodyte in this instance means trendy and cute, bordering on fashionably lovely?" She smiled at him.

He looked down shyly, embarrassed to have been caught in 'Librarian Mode.' "Sorry. So... what exactly is the problem?" He sat on his couch.

"Remember that Duvaril Marshbeast last week?"

"Yes?"

"Well, fighting him sort of pre-empted Latin class. And the day after tomorrow we're being tested on the material discussed that day. I don't think any of the vocabulary is sticking just by me reading it. I pick up a lot during the lecture."

"Would it help if I quizzed you?"

"Oh I don't know Giles. I'm not much past pro bono, carpe diem..." She sat down next to him with a sigh.

"You can't be that bad. You said you know what carpe diem means?"

"Seize the day."

"Then I'll list you off some objects in this room and ..."

"And I can carpe them?"

Giles nodded. "We can make a game of it."

"That sounds almost too fun to be homework. And it sounds mobile which is a big yea right now."

"All right. Um... carpe mensa."

Buffy grinned. "You want me to go grab a bunch of card-carrying smart people?" He scowled. "Fine." She glanced around the room. "Hmm.... mensa... mensa...OH!" She jumped up, ran over to the table and slapped her hand down on it. "Mensa!"

"Very good Buffy. Though, take it easy on the furnishings."

"Give me another one."

"Carpe... carpe bibliotheca."

She slowly walked toward the wall, tentatively reaching a hand toward one of the books on the shelves. Then she touched the actual bookcase itself. "Bibliotheca."

"That's right. Carpe nasus."

She turned around and put her hand to her nose. "Oh come on Giles. For goodness sake attempt to stump me at least."

He arched his eyebrow. "Three right and suddenly you're an expert?"

Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Still carpe-ing nasus here."

"All right then." He carefully searched the room with his eyes. "Carpe vinum."

She walked around the room, casting glances back to him, trying to get a clue from where he was looking. That was no help. His eyes were trained on her the entire time. "Vinum... vin..." She moved faster, toward his liquor cart. She wrapped her hands around a bottle of wine and held it up in triumph. "Vinum."

He smiled and held up an empty glass. "Well as long as you're up."

"Ha ha." Buffy brought the bottle to him and poured him a glass. Sitting the bottle down on the endtable nearest him, she seized the glass and took a quick drink herself before handing it back to him. Their eyes met for just a moment as she did. She convinced herself that the warmth she felt spreading through her body was the effect of the alcohol. Buffy cleared her throat. "So... next?"

He relaxed back against the cushions, putting his feet up. "Carpe anulus."

She stepped away, glancing around the room, then smiled and looked down at her own hand. Her next move surprised Giles. She walked to him, took his hand in hers and gently touched his onyx pinky ring. "Anulus."

Giles had no idea why she hadn't chosen to indicate one of the several rings she herself wore, but he was far too entranced by the way her eyes held his own to ponder it much further. He forced himself to breathe and became aware of something else. He moved the hand she wasn't holding, the one still gripping his drink, and brought it down to cover his lap.

"Giles, give me something hard."

"C-carpe verpa." The moment the phrase left his mouth, his eyes widened. Buffy looked puzzled for a second, then let go of his hand and began to walk the perimeter of the room. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and he reached a shaking hand over to the bottle. He poured himself a generous second glass and started in on it immediately. If she by some chance figured out what that word meant, she'd either laugh it off as a joke, or slap his face. He didn't feel like he could take either one just at the moment.

For nearly twenty minutes, she wandered every square inch of his house while he finished off his second glass and got a good jump on the third. She sat down next to him, pouting. "I give. What is it?"

"I'm not going to tell you," he spoke in a rush.

"What?"

"I assure you that it's quite unlikely to appear on your exam. Really... it's uh... very a-arcane and just..." He waved his hand in the air, failing to conjure a phrase that was convincing even to him.

"That's not fair."

"You'll... you'll just have to research it if you wish to know."

"Research it?"

"I-I'm sure you'll find a way. I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Too much vinum?"

"Apparently."

"Okay, I'll get out of your hair and do another patrol. And I'll figure out what that word is and report back with the definition tomorrow." With a smug smile, she stood up and went to the door.

"Buffy?" She turned to him. "Do me a favor and don't ask your professor what it means. Please?"

"Why, is it something embarrassing? Something naughty?"

He smiled. "Goodnight Buffy."

She scowled at him. "Night Giles."

When Buffy returned home from patrol at two-thirty in the morning, the lights in the living room and kitchen were still on. "Dawn?" She got no answer. She locked the door behind her and sat her keys on the table by the stairs on her way into the front room. The television was still on, the volume set to low. On the floor, Dawn Summers lay sleeping in front of her laptop computer.

Buffy smiled as she turned off the television. She crouched down beside Dawn and tickled the end of her nose. The small brunette stirred, her hand coming up to rub at her nose. "Buffy?" she slurred sleepily.

"It's me. Go on to bed."

She rubbed at her eyes and got to her feet. "Oh my computer."

"I'll shut down for you. Go ahead."

"Thanks." She walked out of the room and headed upstairs.

Buffy sat down and put the compact computer in her lap. She was about to instruct it to shut down, when she got an idea. Instead, she opened the Internet browser and waited for the machine to make a connection.

Once on, she called up a large search engine and typed in the keywords: Latin Dictionary. Several choices then appeared. Ignoring the entries for sites selling print dictionaries, she tried one after another, looking up the word 'verpa' and always turning up: 'No entries returned for that search.' She was starting to think that maybe Giles made the word up, when she tried it in the search function at the next site. In a few seconds, the site pulled up the definition she sought.

Her eyebrows rose and a surprised smile spread across her face. "I can't believe Giles gave me that word," she confided to the empty room. Her eyes widened as she realized something else. He hadn't just asked her to tell him what the word meant. He told her to seize it.

Buffy gulped and shut down the computer. She set it on the table, stood up and turned off the light. She shook her head, deciding she was definitely too tired to try to absorb all of this in one night. She made her way to the kitchen, switching off that light as well on her way upstairs to bed.

Dawn awoke the next morning to the sounds of loud moaning coming from Buffy's bedroom. At first, she merely scowled and wrapped her pillow tightly over her ears. Then, as she became more aware, she remembered that Buffy wasn't exactly dating anyone right now.

She got out of bed and quickly walked to her sister's door. She opened it a crack and poked her head in with her hand over her eyes. "I-if anyone's naked in here, just yell and I'll go away." She heard nothing except Buffy's continued vocalizations.

Dawn moved her hand away. She saw her sister wrestling with her own sweat-soaked sheets, her hand clawed out in the air before her. "B-buffy?"

"Mmnn Giles!"

Dawn rushed up to the side of the bed and grasped her sisters shoulders. "Buffy wake up!"

"Giiiiiles!" She sat up straight in her bed, eyes darting around the room, trying to get her bearings. She finally met her sister's eyes. "Dawnie?"

"It's okay. It's me. Wow... musta been some kinda nightmare huh?"

"Yeah." Buffy blushed and looked down. "It... it was. Did I wake you?"

She smiled. "That's okay. You were moaning a-and reaching out."

Buffy shrugged. "Big battle."

The younger Summers looked worried. "You called Giles' name." Buffy looked away. "Did he... did he get hurt?"

Buffy shook her head. "Nah, just a few scratches...uh I mean... something scratched him. I couldn't get to him."

Dawn hugged her sister. "It's okay Buffy. I'm sure it's not going to be one of those ones that come true."

"Oh, I don't know about that..." Dawn pulled back and stared at her. "I-I mean, I don't know for sure, but you're probably right. It didn't feel like one of those."

"Good. Are you okay?"

Buffy looked down at herself. "Except for the yucky sweatiness? I'm great. I think I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay. I'll go get ready for school." Dawn left the room.

Buffy threw herself back against her bed and exhaled. She covered her eyes with the back of her arm, trying futilely to reclaim some images from her dream. She was also trying to think of a reason, any reason, not to follow through on the wild idea that she was fully intending to act on, but her brain wasn't being very cooperative on that front.

Buffy stood in front of Giles' door at 8 in the morning. Her hand neared the knob for the third time. Once again, she pulled it back. It wasn't as if she normally knocked before entering Giles' place. But, she also didn't usually intrude quite so early. And she had never before had in mind what she did now.

She smoothed down her blouse and skirt as a smile quirked on her mouth. "Come on Slayer. Don't chicken out. Do what you came here to do." Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and rushed in. "Giles?"

The room was empty. She hoped he wasn't out for a jog. She'd seen his car parked outside so she knew that he hadn't gone in to work early at least. "Giles?" Walking toward his stairs to check his bedroom, she was stopped by the sound of a door opening and shutting.

Buffy turned toward the noise and her eyes went wide. A flurry of skin tones and blue velour rushed up the hallway beyond the kitchen. "Buffy? Is everything all right?"

Her mouth went dry. He was hurriedly belting his robe. His hair was absolutely dripping wet and curling at the ends. Water glistened in the hair on his chest not obscured by his attempt at holding the robe closed. His legs were bare and water-slicked and he was leaving a damp trail of footprints across his carpet. She had obviously gotten him out of the shower.

She had to remind herself to blink... and breathe... and remain standing upright. It wasn't just that he was distracting enough that any mammal with eyesight and a pulse would have drooled all over themselves at the way he looked at that moment, but now she had the almost certain knowledge that he was in fact very naked under that robe. If she hadn't had a plan when she came here, she would definitely have been inspired to concoct one by the sight before her.

"Buffy?" He touched her arm gently. She realized then that she hadn't spoken once since he'd stepped into the room.

"Hi."

Giles blinked. "A-are you all right? You seem a little... distressed?"

She gulped. Normally it wouldn't be hard to maintain eye contact with him, but she was shorter and that was putting her eye-level with the swirls of black hair peeking out of the v-neck his closed robe created. All she wanted to do was reach out and touch it...

That reminded her of what she came to do. She cleared her throat. "Sorry... I.. I didn't mean to just barge in and scare you, but... I had something I needed to tell you."

His smile seemed relieved. "Tell me?"

"Well... show you really." Her smile was cocky.

"All right."

She inhaled deeply, then quickly reached out and slipped her hand inside the bottom half of his robe. Her warm, nimble fingers wrapped themselves around his flaccid penis. He gasped and stared down at her.

Buffy brought her gaze up to lock with his. Her smile quirked the side of her mouth. "I did my homework."

Giles moved his hands up to her shoulders. For a disappointed moment, she thought he would push her away. Instead, he gripped her gently, as if he needed the support to stay on his feet.

Encouraged, or at least wanting to give him as many reasons not to try to stop her anytime soon as possible, she used her other hand to pull the belt of his robe free. The front fell open like the revealing of some new artwork.

Buffy's eyes eagerly appraised him. He was the sexiest sight she had ever beheld. His chest was not rippling and covered with smooth, boyish skin, as her other lovers had been. It was nicely muscled, just enough to be defined and sprinkled in soft hair that tapered down his flat stomach to the rising member she still held ensnared. He glistened all over from his interrupted shower.

She licked her lips and slowly began to stroke her hand up and down his shaft. On reflex, he thrust forward into her touch. The movement sent the robe sliding off of his shoulders. He released his grip on Buffy just long enough to let it fall to the floor. When his hands returned to her shoulders, he used them to crush her against him.

His lips descended on her own in a hard kiss. His tongue demanded entry between her petal-soft lips. She allowed it and relinquished her grip of him so that her hands could experience a broader exploration of his warm, wet skin.

Giles slipped his arms around her waist, his hands traveling down to give her bottom a quick squeeze, and then moving slightly up to undo the zipper of her long skirt. With a slight tug from him, it fell, pooling around her ankles. She began to lift her leg to step out of it when he stopped her. Seconds later, her panties joined the pile.

He broke the kiss only enough to mutter, "Okay now," against her fevered lips. Her giggle was swallowed up by him resuming the kiss again in earnest. She stepped out of the garments and kicked them away. Giles' hands reclaimed their position on her rear end. She leaned into him, wanting to feel the weight of his arousal pressed against hers but her diminutive height only allowed the contact with his mid-thigh. Her frustrated moan reverberated in their kiss.

Giles smiled against her mouth. He slid his hands up to her waist and lifted. Her smooth skin caressed his outer thighs as he elevated her enough to wrap her legs around his waist. His hard cock throbbed at being trapped between his stomach and her wet, fevered sex.

Buffy threw her head back at the sensation. This moved Giles' kisses to her neck. He stepped forward, beginning to climb the stairs. He made it as far as the landing before her blouse became an infuriating barrier to the promised treat that pushed into his chest. He halted his ascent, turned and sat her down atop the flat, corner post on the banister. Tearing his mouth from her, he made quick work of her buttons. He soon sent both blouse and bra over the side of the railing to land on the first floor carpet. He moved forward into her warm embrace once more. Kissing and pawing gently at the newly revealed orbs of flesh.

Buffy's mewls of pleasure filled his quiet apartment. Her hands combed into his wet hair, using it to hold him to his work. When his mouth left her breasts, her eyes opened to discover why. She found Giles smiling at her, waiting for her complete attention. Holding her gaze, he sunk to his knees before her, nudging her own slightly farther apart with his forearms.

Her breathing grew rapid and shallow with her excitement. One large finger probed ahead, petting at the curls concealing her slit. With shaking arms, she gripped the banister beside her, trying to get a stronger anchor on her perch. His fingers spread her, opening her superheated core to the morning coolness of the room and the sway of his warm breath on her.

His tongue snaked out, capturing his first taste of her. It took all of her willpower to remember to force air into her lungs. She shut her eyes and inched forward carefully, anything to get closer to that magical mouth. He lapped and nuzzled at her until her rosy pink nubbin came out of hiding. Giles greeted it with a kiss. His soft lips caressed it, helping to suck it into his mouth. Buffy cried out and Giles tightened his grip on her thighs. Continuing his ministrations, his tongue slipped skillfully across its glistening surface. She arched and thrashed under the onslaught. Her every nerve ending seemed alive. She tipped back just a little further and found herself falling backwards over the banister.

Giles shot to his feet. He quickly slid his hands up to her hips and pulled her towards him. She came up with so much force that it overcompensated for her fall. Giles found himself falling the opposite direction, his hold on Buffy pulling her along with him.

When it was over, he was on his back on the landing, Buffy crushed against his chest, and both a little stunned. They looked at each other with worry at first. When they realized they were unhurt by the experience, the laughter came.

Giles tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled up at her. "I really should take exception to a beautiful woman laughing in my naked presence."

"Even when said woman is only laughing because she nearly fell on her own naked ass?"

"And instead we both landed on mine." She kissed his chest, nuzzling in the soft fur there. He stroked her hair. She kissed her way up to his face and lightly brushed his lips.

"I can't believe we've never done this before," she whispered. "I've been so stupid."

He claimed a kiss, working his hands deeper into her hair. He sat slowly, arranging her into a straddle of his lap. Giles pulled back a little, delighting in the flushed look of desire on her face. "We weren't ready before."

She smiled and ground herself against his already straining manhood. "We're ready now."

He nodded and slid his strong arm around her back. Carefully, he maneuvered them so that she lay beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He teased her sex with the tip of his own before slowly, slowly pushing forward into her.

Buffy held her breath and gripped his shoulders. Just when she thought he had no more to give, he filled her just a little deeper. When he stilled, she experimentally gripped him with her inner muscles. Both gasped at the sensation.

After placing a chaste kiss on her soft mouth, Giles pulled his hips back and then thrust into her once more. When he pushed into her yet again, her hips lifted from the landing and she pushed back into him. From the slickness of her passage and the constant throb of his cock, he knew it would not be long for either of them. He sped his movements just a little more, waiting only for Buffy to match him before he moved even faster.

They rocked together, stoking their heated bodies even hotter. They both began to feel the swell of pleasure within them. It only increased their pace. Buffy began to quake as the ecstasy of their joining laced its way through her body. She reached down to where their bodies met and gently grasped Giles' sac.

Surprised, and delighted, Giles gasped and thrust forward deeply. Buffy inhaled sharply and tightened her legs around her lover. The breath released itself as a scream of his name as she took a trembling tumble into her climax. He moaned as her sheath spasmed around him, sending him into his own haze of bliss.

Sated, neither moved for awhile. Then the coolness of the air and the hardness of the floor could no longer be concealed behind the glaze of passion. After one more kiss, Giles stood and extended his arms down to Buffy. She took his hands and allowed him to pull her up.

She slid her arms around his waist, leaning in close to his chest. He put his arm around her, settling his hand on her stomach. The slowly made their way up the stairs toward his bedroom.

She sighed. "And just think, if you hadn't given me smutty Latin homework, I never would have gotten to find out how wonderful you look all wet and naked."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She grinned. "Come on Giles. Verpa? I looked it up. I know what it means."

"Yes. It means shoe."

Buffy's jaw dropped and she flushed pink. "Shoe? Th-that's not what the dictionary I checked said. Are you sure it mea..." She looked up to find him grinning, barely containing his laughter. She pushed away from him, her lower lip curling into a pout. "That wasn't funny."

"Sorry." He touched her arm.

She turned her back on him and climbed ahead a couple more stairs. "You're not forgiven."

"No? Hmm. Well what if we played a new game?"

She looked over her shoulder at him. "What new game?"

He smiled wickedly. "Carpe Buffy."

Before she could make a run for it, he had taken hold of her arm and used it to pick her up over his shoulder. Giles slid his hand up the back of her bare leg and carried his laughing lover up to his bed.