Title: Completion
Author: Coast2Coast

(notes and disclaimer with part one)

Buffy preceded him and by the time he stood at the end of his bed in the loft she had slipped off her sandals and turned back toward him. She laid her head on his chest and slid her hands around his waist. As she began stroking his back with her palms she brushed her nipples against his chest, dragging them through the sprinkling of chest hair. "Oh God," she moaned. "That feels *so* good."

Buffy turned her head and slowly licked her way around one flat nipple, causing Giles to utter a moan to answer hers. She alternated her attention between his nipples while continuing to explore his back with her hands until they finally dove lower and slid under the waistband of his sweatpants. When she encountered the bare skin of his backside she hesitated, each hand cupping an ass cheek.

"No shorts?" she murmured.

Giles chuckled. "I was about to go for a run. Boxer shorts aren't, well, appropriate for that activity." He grasped her forearms lightly and slid her hands down a little further until her fingers touched the elastic bands framing the lower curve of his buttocks.

Buffy allowed a slight gap between their bodies in order to push the waistband of his sweatpants over his hips. Giles let them fall to his ankles before kicking them away from his feet. Buffy moved back and surveyed the sight before her. Giles stood quietly and unselfconsciously under her gaze as it swept from his face to his chest to his waist and, finally, down a bit more.

Buffy's attention was riveted to the long, bold presence within the ribbed pouch attached to the wide elastic band that circled Giles' waist. She stared for a long time before looking back up to see the amusement dancing in Giles' eyes.

She began to speak and then found she had to clear her throat first. "Isn't that, um, a little uncomfortable?" she asked, a slight squeak evident in her voice.

"It is, rather," Giles replied dryly.

Buffy hesitantly slipped her fingers under the elastic of the waistband. Giles assisted her so that his engorged cock sprang free easily as they lifted the band out and away. Buffy stooped to slide the athletic supporter down to Giles' ankles and he obligingly lifted one foot at a time so she could toss it away.

Buffy rose, took Giles' hand and led him over to the bed. "Lie down," she requested. Giles sat and then pushed himself over into the center of the bed. He lay back, folding a pillow under his head so that he could maintain eye contact with Buffy, who still stood at the end of the bed. He watched as she unfastened her shorts and slid them and her panties down her legs.

Giles sighed, as much in appreciation for the beauty she revealed as for the fact that she had removed most of her clothes herself. He would have dearly loved to have performed that task for her. Slowly, with a great deal of kissing and touching and teasing. [Ah well. Perhaps another time.] If there was to be another time. Giles squashed that thought immediately. [Focus on the present.]

Buffy crawled up on the bed and knelt beside Giles' left hip. Her eyes roamed his body and her fingertips twitched against the sheet on either side of her legs.

"What are you thinking?" Giles asked when she had remained silent and still for quite some time.

"So beautiful," she replied softly, instantly.

Giles gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "Oh, yes. I'm sure one in ten million of your contemporaries would agree."

"I don't care," Buffy retorted. "You *are* beautiful." She knew what he meant. He wasn't buff or sculpted. His legs were a little thin compared to the bulk of his torso. His hair had a sprinkling of gray - on his head, on his chest, even at his groin. His stomach had a slight swell to it when he was standing. And none of it made a bit of difference to her - he was large, strong, solid and incontrovertibly *male*. More than that, he was *Giles*. As much as she appreciated his handsome head and features, his smoky green eyes, his long arms that could comfort her so easily and the broad chest that was simply heaven to rest against, she was as captivated by his personality, his soul, his heart.

"You have no idea what you do to me," she said seriously.

"Tell me," Giles asked.

Instead of speaking, Buffy spread her knees slightly and reached between her legs with her right hand. The hand reappeared, her first two fingers lightly crooked, and she extended it toward him. Her fingers glistened with the proof of her arousal. Before the copious liquid could drip, Giles grasped her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth, sucking her fingers into the warm, wet cavern.

Buffy gasped and closed her eyes, the better to focus on the sensation of his broad, strong tongue swirling around each finger, cleaning away every particle of her nectar. When he slowly pulled her fingers out of his mouth and released her wrist, Buffy opened her eyes again. A patch of moisture shimmered on his lower lip and Buffy felt an urgent need to taste herself there. She lowered her head and covered his mouth with hers, licking his lower lip, then delving into his mouth as he opened himself to her.

She explored his mouth thoroughly, enjoying the taste of herself overlaying his own essence. Their tongues dueled for a long while, each discovering crevices, depths and textures that heightened their arousal.

Eventually, Buffy moved on to kiss and taste Giles' face and neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and nibbled on his ears. Every time Giles tried to touch her, however, she gently but firmly moved his hands away. After the fifth or sixth time, she growled at him. "You're distracting me."

Giles touched her chin, encouraging her to lift her head away from her current preoccupation with his collarbone. When she met his eyes he said softly, "I want to touch you."

She grinned at him. "You'll get your turn," she promised. "But I want to explore for a little while. Is that okay?"

She licked her lips and Giles found that he couldn't frame the words in his mind to deny her -- even if he could bring himself to want to do so.

Taking his silence as agreement, Buffy resumed her ministrations. Giles was frankly astonished at the level of concentration she maintained. She moved slowly over his body; first touching with fingers, palm and thumbs. Often she would pause to deeply inhale his scent, then taste him lightly. If he showed the slightest reaction to her attentions she would explore that area more carefully, testing the range of responses she could elicit from him. Giles was amused to note that she would, apparently unconsciously, hum under her breath as she progressed in her exploration of his body.

When she had worked her way down to his toes, having studiously ignored his cock which now stood in a stiff, red curve over his belly, she lifted her head to catch his eyes. "Roll over," she purred.

"God, Buffy. What..."

"Please?" she almost begged.

He complied and as she started to work her way back up his legs he could both feel and hear her resume her humming. She displayed a modest amount of interest in the backs of his legs, pausing for a more involved survey of the inside bend of each knee. When she reached his ass, however, she settled in to a thorough, loving investigation.

Giles let go the workings of his rational mind and gave himself over to pure sensation as Buffy kneaded, licked and nibbled on his ass cheeks. She trailed her fingers and nails lightly over his curves. She spent quite a bit of time laving the crease below each buttock over and over with her tongue. Finally, she placed a hand on each cheek and slowly grasped, then released, the large muscles. Giles was about to ask her if she'd found something she liked when Buffy moved her hands gently away from each other, parting his buttocks, and he felt her gently outline the puckered circle of his anus once with just the tip of her tongue.

His hips jerked forward of their own volition, driving his aching, rigid cock into the mattress. "*Bloody hell*!!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Buffy removed her touch immediately and shifted herself up to lie a few inches away but beside him on the bed. Sensing her movement, he turned his head to see her worried expression.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know you wouldn't..."

Giles reached out a trembling hand to caress her cheek. "Good Lord, don't apologize, you silly girl," he said with a shaky laugh. "Just don't do that again right now unless you're ready for a lengthy intermission while I recuperate."

"Oh," she breathed with a tiny, relieved smile. "Okay."

"Where did you learn..." Giles cut himself off and shook his head slightly. "Never mind," he concluded.

"It's okay, Giles," Buffy assured him. "I've never actually, um, tried anything like that before. I just got a little carried away, I guess."

"And almost took me with you," Giles said with a grin. "If you'll give me a few more moments to regain my composure, I'd like to see what sort of reactions I can extract from *you*."

After several minutes of rest, Giles proceeded to give Buffy's body every bit as complete an examination as she had given his. His talented fingers and large, hot tongue found a spot behind one ear that caused her to heave deep sighs. Along the side of her neck he discovered an area that made her moan. Not an inch of her escaped his notice or interest. He moved from shoulders to knees, arms to feet, breasts to belly; endlessly surprising her with sensations she had never felt before. Giles occasionally stroked his fingers through the patch of hair at her crotch, lightly up an inner thigh or along the outer lips of her center; testing her readiness. He found that the hollow just inside either hip bone, when lavished attentively with his tongue, caused her to writhe and moan so he focused his attention there while allowing his hands to drift over her body, touching and caressing everywhere he could reach.

Finally, Buffy reached the limit of her control. "Oh God, Giles. Please..." she whimpered, reaching out to grasp his shoulder. "I need... I need..."

Giles raised himself and shifted his body to lie beside her.

Buffy let out a shaky breath. "Please, Giles. I need to feel you inside me."

Giles looked deep into her eyes. "You're sure?" he asked. "I won't leave you like this, Buffy; you know that. But I can satisfy you, as many times as you like, without..."

Buffy pressed a finger to his lips. "You being my first will satisfy me," she said with certainty.

Giles considered her serious expression for a moment longer before inclining his head in a brief nod. "As you wish," he said with a twitch of his lips. He rolled over, pulled open the drawer of his beside table and lifted a small box from inside. He turned it over and shook it, but nothing fell out.

"Oh dear lord!"

"Giles, what's wrong? You know I hate it when you say that," Buffy remarked in alarm.

Giles turned to her and presented the open condom box. She could see that it was empty. "I don't believe this is happening," he groaned.

"Let's not panic," Buffy advised, clutching his arm. "I'm on the pill and I'm disease free," she offered. "You?"

"I'm clean as well," Giles told her. Then his brow furrowed. "The pill? But you haven't... You're..."

"A virgin. Right," Buffy confirmed. "My mom took one look at Angel three years ago and took me to the gynecologist the next day. It's not like I could tell her he was a vampire. She said it was 'prudent'. And after Angel left, well... I decided I might as well remain 'prudent'.

The tension in Giles' face eased and he chuckled. "Evidently I owe your mother a debt of gratitude."

"I'd pay good money to witness *that* conversation," Buffy shot back.

"Ah, hmmm... Perhaps not," Giles decided.

"Smart man. Now, where were we?"

"Here, I believe," Giles replied. He lifted himself over her, then lowered his body slowly; bending down to capture her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Buffy parted her legs as he sank toward her, allowing his hips to settle between her thighs; the heavy length of his penis sliding along the outer lips of her center. As Giles continued to kiss her, he raised and lowered his hips several times, coating the top of his shaft with her juices. Buffy moaned into his mouth at the heady sensation and finally wrenched her mouth free.

"Please, Giles," she pleaded. "I can't wait. I need to feel you inside me."

Giles pushed himself back to a kneeling position between her legs and used one hand to collect more moisture from her wet core. He slicked his cock from tip to base while she watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her breast heaving with passion. He leaned forward over her, guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance. Her eyes slid shut and she let out a long, low moan as he slipped between her inner folds and came to rest an inch or so inside her.

Buffy opened her eyes to see Giles' face suspended above her. Their gazes locked as he slid in a little further, then back out to her entrance; testing her tolerance for his size. Giles took up a slow, steady rocking motion with each repetition increasing the distance he traveled into her.

Giles was sorely pressed to maintain his control. She was so tight and slick and hot it was all he could do to rein in his impulse to drive himself as deeply as possible. He had never experienced anything so incredibly gratifying in his life. Ultimately, he felt the slight resistance of her hymen against the tip of his cock and he ceased his steady movement.

Buffy gave him a small nod of approval and he leaned forward, pressing himself beyond the barrier she had asked him to breach. If she felt any pain it was only evident in a brief blink of her eyes before the haze of arousal began to cloud them again.

Giles resumed the rhythm he had abandoned moments ago, now sliding the length of her channel with each stroke. He could feel the tension rising in her body and the gathering pressure in his balls. Each seemed to echo the other and he increased his pace as Buffy began to lift her hips to encourage him. Giles lowered his upper body until the skin of his chest skimmed the tips of her nipples with each thrust of his body against her.

"Giles!" Buffy cried out at the new stimulation that threatened to overwhelm her senses. "Oh God, Giles," she panted. "Please, please..."

Giles reached between their bodies and rubbed the ball of his thumb firmly over her clitoris. Buffy's back arched, then her hips rose, driving him deeper. The walls of her vagina clenched around his hard length, wave after wave of muscle contractions pulsing against the surface of his shaft. Giles felt his burgeoning release surging, seemingly, up from his toes. His climax was so sweet and long it brought tears to his eyes, and he cried out her name, "Buffy, Buffy," as each spasm tore its way through him.

Buffy's orgasm had eased as Giles felt the last shudder of his own move through his lower back, to his groin and to the end of his cock. He sighed deeply and lowered himself to rest atop her body, most of his weight balanced on his elbows.

Buffy came back to herself to feel Giles blowing breath after cooling breath against her heated face and upper chest. His slowly softening member still rested inside her. She slid her hands around his back and pressed his body more firmly against her as she opened her eyes.

"Hello, luv," Giles greeted her softly, with a smile. His eyes were crinkled at the corners and Buffy thought she had never seen anything more beautiful.

"Hi, yourself," she breathed.

"How do you feel?"

Buffy's lips curled with utter contentment. "Complete."

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They spent the rest of the morning and afternoon together; playing, touching, fondling and napping as the mood took them. Giles spent a long time pleasuring Buffy with his mouth, bringing her to orgasm several times. Finally, the stimulation became too much for her and he simply held her and stroked her hair, whispering soothingly to her until she calmed down and slept. When she woke she got her revenge, although Giles couldn't regret the experience. The joy she took in satisfying him was almost as arousing as the sensation of her lovely mouth against his skin.

Late in the afternoon, Buffy lifted her head from its resting place on Giles' chest and met her Watcher's eyes. "I should be going soon. Willow made plans for us to go out for pizza with Xander and Anya. If I don't show up they'll come looking for me."

Giles brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Are you going to tell them about... this?" He had almost said 'us' but caught himself at the last moment. There was no assurance there was an 'us', at least in this context.

Buffy sat up, letting the sheet pool around her waist. "Well, I'm not planning to rent billboard space for an announcement, but I don't see any reason to be all secretive, either. I'm not ashamed of what we did. It wasn't wrong or anything."

"True," Giles agreed. "I just wondered if you were concerned about what they might think. Or how they might react."

Buffy shrugged. "They're our friends. They'll deal. I don't plan on babbling about this to them the moment I see them, by the way. But they will find out sooner or later. Willow will probably take one look at me and know I've had sex. And you know she can't keep a secret; she's not a good enough liar."

"Fair enough," Giles allowed. "So we just take things as they come?"

"That's my plan," Buffy replied.

They showered together and that prompted another round of play. By the time Buffy was dry and dressed she was alarmed to see how late it was. She found Giles in the kitchen, brewing a pot of tea.

Buffy reached up to pull his head down for a brief kiss, then stepped back. "I've got to run or I'll be late." When Giles tipped her an incredulous look, she laughed. "Okay, Mr. Punctuality; even later than I normally am." A satisfied grin settled on his face and he turned back to his tea-making.

Buffy bit her lip, not wanting to just run off but not sure what else to say. "Giles," she said softly. He turned a gently inquisitive face to her. "Thank you," she said, simply.

Giles reached out and lightly stroked her cheek with one finger. "You're quite welcome, Buffy."

The volume of tenderness and affection with which he imbued those four words nearly brought tears to her eyes, so she departed quickly before she could embarrass either of them with an emotional display.