These Dreams: Chapter Four
Buffy closed the front door behind her, jogged up the stairs and straight into her bathroom. She peeled her mudcaked clothes from her body, scrunching her nose as yet more mud touched her skin. Why couldn't vampires ever just die? No, they had to play fling the Slayer. Especially after a nice rainstorm. When would she ever learn not to wear white on patrol? She pulled on the shower and climbed in, the filth washing away in a cascade of warm lather. As her hands coaxed the mud away, she idly wondered what it would feel like to have Giles here with her, naked behind her. His hands rubbing over her skin. "Oh boy." Buffy blushed, shook that thought off and got out of the shower. She toweled off quickly, got dressed and went to bed. Willow doubled checked the front and back door locks, then headed to her parent's room. She went to their bed and pulled out the pillows before moving on to her room. She laid the pillows atop the pile of couch cushions she had already accumulated. She had moved past the point of the dreams bothering her, into looking forward to this one last time. She just wasn't into the idea of sharing matching bruises with Cordelia. Buffy tugged on the cuffs of her elbow length gloves. She carefully brushed back the golden curtain of her hair as she scanned the nightclub for him. Most of the patrons had left, but he would be here, she knew. It was his last night in town. He had to show up. Soon enough, he appeared in the doorway. He was tall, wearing tight khaki pants, a crisp white shirt, and a brown leather bomber jacket with a white scarf hanging loosely about his neck. He was Rupert Giles, the finest Ace the British had flying. She was the headline singer for this fine establishment. She had men flinging themselves at her feet. All but one. The one she wanted. She had one last night to change that, and she planned on it. She whispered to the band leader that there was to be a change in the music. She went backstage and, using the curtain for modesty, unzipped the elegant blue velvet strapless evening gown she wore. This left her wearing a blue and black satin corset, with matching panties, garters, and black fishnet thigh-high stockings. Her gloved hand combed through the gentle wave at the end of her hair as the music started up for her entrance. The curtain parted, and she was a little surprised to find that Giles was the only one in the room. Even the music was playing with no band there to produce it. It was just her and him. A battle of wills. He was giving her the opportunity to impress him, but wasn't going to make it easy for her. She smiled, accepting the challenge. She caught his eyes and held them with her own. ~The minute you walked in the joint For the first time that whole week, she had his undivided attention. He seemed to be fixated with the way her body bounced in time to the music. She ran her hands up her breasts and to her neck in an effort to bring his eyes to hers once more. When they met again, she could see his eyes were growing dark with desire. ~So let me get right to the point She hopped off the stage, making her way directly to him. ~Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun? Buffy stood before him, legs straddling his own. She sat on his lap that way. ~Let me show you a good time.~ She ground herself against him, her lips mere centimeters from his own as she said it. She pulled away a little then, resuming a bit of bouncing to the tune, ensuring each downward bounce brought their bodies in intimate contact with each other. ~The minute you walked in the joint So let me get right to the point, When the music ended, she dropped herself slowly onto his lap, touching the end of her nose to his. His mouth opened. She expected him to say something. That she was beautiful, or that he wasn't interested. She was rather surprised then when he grabbed her arms and crushed her mouth against him in a bruising kiss. She felt herself being lifted and sat down on the table behind her. His hands were tearing at her corset, ripping it open so that his hands could run riot over her skin. Her own hands were busy pushing the rough leather jacket back off of his shoulders and onto the floor. She grabbed the lapels of his shirt and ripped it soundly in two, sending buttons spraying across the room as she tugged it harshly down his arms as well. Giles tried to pull back from her a bit, only to be tugged back into her embrace by her pulling on his scarf, reeling him in for another bite. He smiled against her lips, slowly prying her fingers from the silk around his neck. He watched her, half-naked atop the nightclub table, beckoning to him, and began to lower his trousers. She used the distance to unhook her garters and slide her panties down her shapely legs. He caught her ankle in his grip and nipped softly at it. It sent shivers up her spine. He pulled her legs around him as he stepped back up to her. Her ankles hooked instinctively behind the soft round warmth of his ass, using it to push him deeper as he sank himself within her. Buffy gasped, and when she thought she could be filled no fuller, he leaned her back against the table, laying atop her. He stretched her even further inside, and she moaned loudly. The heat where there bodies met was melting. She writhed against him as he built her higher and higher, the coarse hairs on his chest scratching at her breasts in the most pleasurable ways. The crescendo in her body was echoed by the one she vocalized, screaming his name as she came. Buffy awoke, trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm. She curled up quietly with her pillow, more than a little saddened at the idea that the spell was now over. Cordy sat across from Giles, skimming thru text after ancient text, trying to find the monster that Buffy had seen in the hospital. Cordelia looked at the richly illustrated volumes with a mixture of disgust and fascination. "Eww, what does this do?" Giles sat his cup of tea down and looked at the book she had indicated. "What?" "What does this do?" She pushed it toward him, allowing him a better look. "Uh it extracts vital organs to replenish its own mutating cells." "Wow!" She completely ignored what he had said, concentrating on how he had said it instead. She would pay money to hear him read out of the telephone book. "What does this one do?" she asked after finding another horrible picture. "Um i-it elongates its mouth to uh, engulf its victim's head with its incisors." "Ouch. Wait, what does this one do?" He sighed, clearly annoyed with her. "It asks endless questions of those with whom it's supposed to be working so that nothing is getting done." "Boy, there's a demon for everything." He stood, beginning to pace. "Wait, this one, what does this one do?" He reeled her to her feet by a nearly bruising grip on her upper arms. "You want to know what it does? It does this!" He proceeded to kiss her breathless. Her legs buckled beneath her. He swept her into his arms, rushing her up the stairs and into the seclusion of the stacks. He lay her on the cushions of the small study corner and quickly covered her with his body. His hand squeezed her breast through the fabric of her blouse and she gasped against his lips. He pushed up at her skirt until it bunched around her waist. When his hand moved to explore the new terrain, he found she wasn't wearing any underwear. "You naughty girl," he growled against her cheek. "G-Giles I..." "Shhh." He kissed her roughly. "One more word from you and I am going to my office alone and locking the door." She whimpered and bit her lip. His hand was stroking her clit, maddening her. She was near to tears with the effort not to make a sound. "Noises don't count Love," he whispered as he kissed her neck. Cordelia moaned, nearly a scream. Her hands frantically undid his buttons, desperate to feel the skin beneath. "Are you ready for me?" "I..." she remembered his warning and simply nodded. "Good girl." He took his hand from ministering to her and soon she heard the sound of a zipper. "And good girls always...always get their reward." He entered her, filling her completely. She cried out loudly, her knees hugging his hips. Her fingers were digging into the tweed of his jacket. He nipped at her neck as he pumped deeper within her, bringing her to her release. Cordelia sat bolt upright, gasping. She was drenched in sweat and still shaking from her climax. She kicked off the covers and turned on her side, only to find herself face to face with Giles' picture in the still-open yearbook. She ran her fingernail along the picture once more and then closed the book. Willow quietly pushed open the door to the library. "Hello?" There was no answer. Sighing in relief, she tiptoed to the door of Giles' office. She peeked into the room. Empty. Thank goodness. She opened the door and cringed at how loud the creaking sounded to her ears. "Giles?" she called out into the library one last time. When he didn't appear, Willow entered. She went to his desk looking for the key to the fourth file cabinet drawer. The one where he kept all the really good spellbooks he didn't want her looking at. As her hand found the trinket box he kept the key in, she heard heavy footsteps approaching. Willow ran to the door. Her hand on the knob, she looked out the window and saw Giles approaching, reading his mail. "Great!" She looked around the room for some place to hide and dove under his desk as his shadow filled the window. He turned the knob and entered. Willow pulled her legs up tighter under her body as he threw his mail down on the desk and sat up to it. She heard him sigh heavily as Giles leaned back in his chair. His hand came forward, under the desk. Willow held her breath. His hand came to the front of his pants and began to rub. He sighed again. Willow licked her lips, fascinated as a noticeable bulge began to form under his hand. He was breathing heavily. He sounded so sad in this, so lonely. As if he was unable to let go fully, to enjoy even this simple act of pleasure. He unsnapped his pants and lowered the fly, reaching in and extracting his hardening penis. He began to stroke the flesh slowly, running his thumb and forefinger up and down its engorged length. Then he released his grip and Willow heard him pound his fist on the desk above her. She thought she heard him start to cry. On pure instinct, she moved forward and caught the silky hardness gently in her hand. She heard him gasp, felt him freeze. She brought the tip of him to her lips and pushed it past them, into the waiting wet warmth of her mouth. "Oh...Oh G-God..." She slid up and down his length. His hand reached under the desk and entangled itself in her hair, caressing her as she began to suck on him, slowly. She brought one hand up to gently but firmly massage his scrotum as her mouth worked its magic. "Ohhhhhhh," he climaxed then. She rubbed the smooth skin of his thighs as she licked him clean, then withdrew from him, placing one last kiss on the end of his member before tucking it back into his pants and zipping him up. He rolled back in his chair and she crawled out. Her shining eyes looked up, scanning for his face. He held his hand out to help her up to her feet. He kissed her hand as he held it and slowly pulled her to him, kissing her on the mouth. Giles moved his hands to her waist and lifted her onto his desk. His hands sneaked under her skirt, gripped the sides of her panties and pulled them off of her. He knelt before her and spread her legs wide before him, never taking his eyes off hers. She gulped, beginning to shake with anticipation of his lips on her. And then they were. And she had a whole new reason for her trembling. His tongue parted her nether lips, swirling, seeking her clitoris. When he found it, it was her turn to gasp, and freeze. She had never done this before. He clearly had, or he was a prodigy at it. His lips imprisoned the swollen bud as his tongue paid long and loving tribute to it. Her hips bucked involuntarily under the assault. He brought his strong hands to her waist and pinned her down. She reached behind her, trying to hold onto the wall. She only succeeded in knocking a picture down. He paid no mind as it crashed to the floor and shattered. Her hands came down into his hair instead. "Giles! Oh God! Oh Giles!" Willow was startled to open her eyes to the corner of a couch cushion pushing against her cheek. On to Epilogue
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