Reunited

Three

Buffy couldn't believe how out of hand things had got between her and Giles earlier on, she had seen a side to him she had never before. She had never realised Giles could be sexy and demanding, and this side to him turned her on more than she would dare to admit. She didn't focus in her classes again, thinking about how Giles moved and how his eyes commanded her attention. How he stood up to her, his powerful frame strong against hers. She could only imagine what was in store for her tonight. His words repeated over and over in her head like a mantra "Tonight. Mine." She shuddered at his deep tone, vibrating against her chest. She imagined Giles to be hesitant and nervous, bumbling, but from her experience with him earlier on she wondered if maybe he was a lot more confident than he let on.

Giles had been winding himself up all day, it was clear that Buffy wanted him, and that made him want her even more. But it was his neck on the line. He would be the one that would be blamed for sleeping with her, he would be blamed for taking advantage of his position of power, he would be blamed for ruining their friendship if things went wrong. But inside, the more primal part of his being wanted to fuck her senseless. That part was winning most of the internal arguments. He thought about their life, The Slayer and The Watcher, they were inherently different from normal lives. She was years ahead of normal teenagers in terms of maturity, and the risk to her life daily meant that she lived life to the full. He told himself that life was too short for them and they should make the most of each day. How could he ever be accused of taking advantage of her when she could snap him like a twig?

When the day was over, Giles made a point of leaving the library on the last bell – determined to get out of there before anyone showed up and distracted him from his night with Buffy. His stomach had been churning all day, now and then his heart would skip a beat and he would swallow nervously as he thought about the night he was in for. He couldn't wait. Kissing Buffy had been incredible, and he couldn't wait to kiss her more. As much as he wanted to have sex with her, it wasn't high on his agenda. He made his way home and quickly jumped in the shower to freshen up. He shaved his face, slapped on some aftershave, and put on fresh clothes. He wore a plain grey t-shirt and green jumper and a pair of faded jeans.

He made himself tea and paced his apartment nervously for Buffy, though he hadn't set a time so he didn't know how long he would have to wait – he just hoped it wasn't very long. He paced the apartment for the next 40 minutes, even counting exactly 147 tiles on the kitchen wall. Checking his watch again he sighed, giving in to temptation and pouring himself a scotch on the rocks. By the time he had finished pouring his drink, there was a light knock on the door and his heart jumped into his mouth.

He smoothed his jumper down and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, which didn't work and went to the front door to open it.

Buffy was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of faded dungarees, and it was at that moment that Giles knew that he didn't just love her, he was infatuated with her. He stepped aside and smiled warmly at her "Come in, would you like something to drink?" he asked, shutting the door behind her and reaching for her bag, and putting it on the coat hook.

"Have you got something strong?" she asked with a grin, looking at his scotch bottles. "My nerves are shot" she admitted

Giles laughed and rubbed his neck nervously "Yes, same. Look, Buffy, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I would never ask that of you." He told her "I'll pour you a drink, and we can sit on the couch and talk...this doesn't have to go anywhere. I won't think any less of you." He explained. He poured her a scotch on the rocks and reached for his own, meeting her on the couch.

He sat beside her and smiled "I would be extremely happy just to kiss you." He told her quietly, sipping his drink and relaxing back into the cushions. His own words seemed to calm him, now that he had released the pressure on them both.