Title: Family
Author: Rari

(notes and disclaimer with part one)

Family: Part 6

Dawn raced down the jetway, anxious to see Giles. Buffy followed along behind, longing to see him, but deathly afraid that some woman would be standing next to him. She didn't think she could bear that. When she turned the corner, Dawn was already in his arms, squeezing him tightly. Buffy looked around; there didn't seem to be anyone nearby claiming him. She relaxed, a little.

By the time she reached him, Dawn was done with her hug and it was her turn. As his arms closed around her, all Buffy wanted to do was stay there. This was where she belonged. The hug seemed to last forever, and be over much too soon. As she finally let him go, she stayed close and looked up at him.

Giles looked down at her and his heart stopped for a moment. It was as if his fantasy were coming true. She'd been so pliant in his arms, and now she was looking at him, and all he'd have to do is lean down a little, run his tongue over the seam of her lips, and he'd be feeling the smoothness and strength of her tongue, the warmth of her mouth.

Dawn watched as they stared at each other; she was getting goose bumps from the energy flying between the two of them. For the first time, Dawn began to believe that their scheme might work. She sent a prayer to whatever god might be listening. 'Please don't let anything muck this up. They deserve this. I deserve this'.

Someone bumped into Giles. There was a mumbled apology, but the moment was over. Giles took a step back, checked to make sure that all carry-on bags were accounted for, and began to herd them down to the baggage claim area. Dawn glared at the back of the man who bumped Giles, ineffective though it was, but it made her feel better. She didn't care what it took; if another moment happened, nobody was interrupting them, not until there was major kissage.

Meanwhile, she was here in England, with her favorite dad, and she planned to enjoy herself. Linking her arm through his, she chatted about schools as they collected their bags and made their way to his car.

Giles noticed that Buffy was staying uncharacteristically quiet, but then it was hard to compete with Dawn when she was on a roll. He flashed Buffy a smile, got a small one in return, and had to fight back the urge to hold her again. Instead, he put a hand to the small of her back as he helped her into the car.

Giles was grateful for Dawn's chatter as they made their way to the Council. He was preternaturally aware of Buffy's presence. It was electrifying, and it was taking all his concentration to keep his physical response under control. He snuck a glance at Buffy only to find her staring at him.

Buffy's stomach did flip-flops. She wished Dawn wasn't there, she wished the car didn't have bucket seats, she wished she could just slide next to him, and rest her head on his shoulder, and run her hand over his chest, and have him be hers. Her stomach flipped again, but this time with unhappiness as she thought of Rosalind.

Buffy hoped that when she met Rosalind that she could at least pretend to be friendly. She noticed that the voice from the back seat had finally stopped talking, and Buffy nervously tried to fill the silence. "So, when do we see Willow?"

"She's meeting us at the Council. I thought I could show you around while it's quiet. Benjamin will be there. He's looking forward to meeting you both. I'm afraid he's been deluged with stories of our life in Sunnydale."

Buffy gave him a grin. "And he still wants to meet us? Brave man."

Giles laughed silently. "He is at that. I think you'll like him. And Spike wants to see you both as well, but needless to say.," Giles gestured at the sunlight, allowing the movement to complete his sentence.

Buffy nodded. "Got it. Midnight rendezvous with the undead."

"I'm sure you're tired. We'll just visit for a short while, and then we'll go home and you can both get some rest."

Buffy decided she wanted to know what she'd be facing when she got to the Council. "So, are we meeting Rosalind, too?"

Giles shot her a curious look. "Not today, but if you're anxious to meet her, then I can certainly arrange it."

"She doesn't care if she meets me?" Buffy wasn't sure if she was glad or annoyed.

"On the contrary, she's eager to meet you, but you'll be here for a while, so there's no hurry."

Buffy sighed and sat back, staring out the window.

Giles furrowed his brow, wishing they were heading to his home now so he could find out what was on her mind. When they arrived at the Council he pulled into a parking space.

He led Buffy and Dawn through a side door, and directed them down the hall. They heard a squeal. "Buffy, Dawn." Then Willow was on them, hugging them both. "Gosh, I've missed you both so much."

Buffy gave her a big hug back. "I missed you, too. Sunnydale isn't the same without you and Tara." She glanced at Giles. She didn't say it, but her eyes did. And you, it's not the same without you.

Giles caught the glance, and was captivated by it.

Dawn and Willow exchanged grins. As the four of them started to walk, Willow pulled Dawn back, and the two of them began whispering. "Well?"

"They are so mooning over each other. If I wasn't so glad about it, I'd be putting a finger down my throat."

Willow eyed the two walking ahead of her. "One of them still has to actually open their mouth and talk." She giggled. "Or kiss."

"They almost did in the airport. Honest to God." Dawn held up her thumb and index finger, showing hardly any space between them. "They were this close."

"What happened?"

"Some bozo bumped into them." Dawn rolled her eyes. "He's lucky I didn't have a stake."

Willow scowled. "Damn. That would have taken care of everything."

Dawn lowered her voice even further. "Where's Rosalind?"

"Don't worry, it's Saturday. She's off."

Giles was pointing out certain areas of interest to Buffy as they walked along. He could hear Willow and Dawn giggling behind him and knew they were up to no good, but there was little he could do about it now. Besides, it meant that he had Buffy all to himself. And although he was delighted to see Dawn, Buffy was, well, she was Buffy. The other half of himself. He smiled down at her.

Benjamin was waiting by Giles' office and he watched the four of them as they came down the hall. He decided that Buffy was the one with Giles. He could see the sparks flying and bit back a grin. Maybe their plan would actually work. Then his eyes were drawn to the girl walking with Willow and his jaw dropped. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. This was Giles' daughter? She was gorgeous. Benjamin couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Giles noticed him. "Ah, Benjamin. I want you to meet Buffy and Dawn."

Benjamin tried to pull himself together. He smiled at Buffy and stared at Dawn.

Buffy elbowed Giles, as she clamped down on a grin. She rose on her toes to whisper in his ear. "I think he's smitten."

Giles glanced at Dawn to see that she was staring just as much. He grinned at Buffy, leaning down to whisper back. "I think it's mutual."

Buffy let out a half laugh, half gasp, as Giles' breath tickled her ear. Her knees felt wobbly and she grabbed on to his arm for balance. Giles' arm went around her and she couldn't stop herself from leaning into him.

Willow watched Buffy and Giles trip over each other, and Dawn and Benjamin make goo-goo eyes at one another, and it made her wish Tara was around. She was just thinking that love was about the best thing ever, when she heard a voice call out to her. "Willow."

Willow's eyes opened wide with alarm as she turned to see Rosalind approaching. She glanced up at Benjamin, hoping to get his assistance, but he had finally found his voice and was chatting with Dawn, clueless to whatever else might be going on.

Willow took a step toward the woman. "What are you doing here?" She tried to stand between Rosalind and Buffy and Giles.

"Well, I remembered I needed to return a phone call, and I left the number here." Rosalind glanced up and saw the two young women. "It looks like I'm here just in time to meet Buffy and Dawn." She looked at Willow expectantly. "Well, dear, introduce me."

Willow gave her a sickly smile and got out of her way. "Dawn, Buffy. This is Giles' secretary." She wondered if she could make her escape now.

Giles gave Rosalind a smile. "Ah, Rosalind. Why are you here on a Saturday?"

Buffy's jaw dropped. "This is Rosalind?"

Giles nodded. "Yes. She's been a godsend around here."

Buffy couldn't take her eyes off of Rosalind. Gray hair, old enough to be her grandmother. "You're Rosalind?"

"Yes, dear."

Buffy looked up at Giles. "She's your secretary?"

Giles nodded. "And an extraordinary one at that."

Rosalind blushed. "Now, Mr. Giles, you're embarrassing me."

"Well, it's true." He glanced down at Buffy. "I swear I get twice as much work done now."

Buffy asked again. "She's your secretary?"

Giles began to get the feeling that something was amiss. "Buffy? Are you all right?"

Buffy started running all the conversations she'd had with Giles through her mind, and quickly absolved him of all guilt. Her eyes searched for Willow. "Willow."

Willow let out an eep. "I gotta go, Tara's waiting." Without waiting for a response, Willow turned and ran.

Buffy toyed with the idea of chasing her, but then it began to sink in that Giles didn't have a girlfriend. He hadn't been out on a date that led to a second date that was going to lead to things Buffy didn't want to think about. A brilliant smile flashed on her face as she took Rosalind's hand. "I can't tell you how nice it is to meet you."

Rosalind smiled back. "Well, I've heard so much about you, dear. I already feel like we're family. I know Mr. Giles here thinks the world of you."

Buffy glanced up and saw guilty looks on both Dawn's and Benjamin's faces now that they had finally stopped their conversation long enough to realize who had joined them. Buffy glared at Dawn. "We are so going to talk."

Giles felt a little lost. "Buffy?"

Buffy took his hand. "Where's your office?"

Giles pointed at a closed door.

Buffy began to drag him in that direction.

Giles allowed himself to be dragged, mystified, but willing. He opened the door and stepped back to allow her to enter first.

Buffy waited until he was inside and then she shut the door, locking it. Before Giles could ask her what she was doing, she stood on her toes and kissed him. She put everything she was, everything he'd help make her be, all of her love, all of her longing, into that kiss.

It took Giles a second to realize what was going on, but he caught up quickly. He wrapped his arms around the woman he loved and kissed her back. Her lips were softer than he had imagined, the taste of her beguiling. Teasing her lips with his tongue, they opened for him, and Giles wasted no time in thoroughly exploring her, wanting to taste every inch of her.

Buffy was on fire. A curling flame licked through her body. She ran her hands down Giles' back, pressing their bodies closer.

Giles walked her backwards the few steps to his desk, and he picked her up and sat her on the edge, bringing her lips closer to his.

Buffy let her shoes drop off and she opened her legs, wrapping them around his, encouraging him even closer. When she felt his erection against her groin, she let out a moan.

Giles tried to hang onto reason. "Buffy."

Buffy didn't want to talk. She took her turn plundering his mouth, the heels of her feet pressing on his ass, bringing him closer, until she could rub herself against his hardened shaft.

This time Giles let out a groan. He buried his face in her hair, his hands running up and down her back. "You feel so good. I've dreamed of this for a long time." He had a vision, one that he'd dreamed before, of laying her back on his desk and ripping off her panties, taking her, staking his claim as he thrust into her, as she cried out his name.

"I want you, Giles." She slipped her fingers under the lapels of his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders.

Giles looked at her, looked at her kiss-swollen lips, and passion filled eyes. He let his jacket fall to the floor. A part of him still couldn't believe this was happening. He looked down and watched Buffy start to unbutton his shirt. Giles put a hand over hers, to stop her. "Buffy, are you sure? This is so sudden."

Buffy's eyes widened, and she laughed. "Sudden? Giles, this has been going on for years."

Giles could hardly contest that. He found himself touching the skin under her blouse, reveling in how soft she was. "I love you." The words had come unbidden, and a part of him wanted to reclaim them, afraid that it was too much, too soon. But they were the truth.

Buffy placed her hand on his cheek, loving the feel of him, loving that she could touch him. "I love you too. I have for so long, I just.I don't know, I kept thinking I had time. And then you left, and I thought." Buffy shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I just love you."

Giles framed her face with his hands and he claimed her mouth again. His fingers raked through her hair, fisting in the blond tresses, keeping her captive. Little moans escaped her lips, and he swallowed them eagerly, every moan a sign of her passion for him. He knew he'd never get enough of it. He pushed against her, wanting her, needing her.

Buffy pulled down his hands, and placed them on her breasts. "I want you now. I don't want to wait another second. I can't wait."

Giles caressed her tenderly, running his thumbs across her nipples. He lowered his head and gently bit the tightened buds through the fabric of her blouse.

Buffy arched back, a jolt of desire racing through her body from her nipples down to her toes, and settling between her legs. Frenzied fingers began to grapple with Giles' belt buckle.

Again, Giles stopped her. "Are you sure you want to do this here?" He would find the strength to stop if that was what she wanted, but the idea of claiming her right here on his desk was like liquid fire in his veins. Not meaning to coerce her, he was powerless as his groin pressed against hers, his cock searching for the hot, wet sheath so temptingly close.

Buffy gasped. "Now." She got his belt unbuckled, and started fumbling with the button of his pants. "Right now."

Giles pushed her hands away. He reached behind her and swept all the paper on his desk to the floor.

Buffy watched the large hand as it cleaned the desk off, and she imagined that hand on her, in her, touching her, pleasuring her, and she thought she might explode with desire.

Giles laid her back on the desk, and looked down at her. "You are so beautiful."

She smiled at him. "I love you."

He slowly pushed the fabric of her skirt up her legs, until his thumbs rested over the most heated part of her. She arched up into his hands. He teased her, and slowly ran his fingers over her, exploring her folds through the silk of her panties. Giles could feel how wet she was. It was all he could do not to free his erection and plunge into that welcoming warmth.

Instead, he looked at her. Looked at the incredibly sexy woman that he'd known for so long, as she lay there, offering herself to him. Never losing eye contact, he slowly pulled her panties off.

Buffy saw the love in his eyes for her. She could see herself as he saw her, lying on his desk, her legs spread open, showing him all her secrets. It made her feel wanton and sexy as all hell. Feeling a freedom she'd never felt before, she wanted to celebrate her body with him. She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse.

Giles watched, entranced, ensorcelled, as Buffy opened her blouse. Her fingers unhooked the front clasp of her bra and like a temptress she smiled as she lay there, her nipples hard as pebbles. Giles ached to touch her, but he waited, caught up in her magic.

Buffy touched her breasts. She had never done anything like this, touched herself, displayed herself for a man. But with Giles she could do anything. He knew her as well as she knew herself, probably better. Buffy saw his eyes darken with desire and it made her braver. She played with her nipples. It surprised her how good it felt. Her eyes closed for a second and she licked her lips.

Giles had never seen anything as erotic as Buffy touching herself to please him. He moved closer, his heart racing, his skin heated, as he watched her flick her fingers across her nipples again. He cupped her soft mound, the curls tickling the palm of his hand, and he slipped a finger into her warmth. He watched as she let out a gasp, and as she arched up, asking for more.

Her hands cupped her breasts and she squeezed. Buffy thrust up as Giles slipped a second finger inside of her. She was aching to be filled. She wanted him everywhere, lying on her, under her, touching her breasts, tasting her, kissing her, filling her with his cock. She was nothing but molten desire.

Giles leaned over her and took a nipple in his mouth. Buffy touched his lips with her fingers, feeling his tongue play over her breast, his teeth teasing the hardened point. Lifting a hand, she ran it through his hair, and realized that she had always wanted to do that. "Giles, now. I need you now."

Giles freed himself, wondering how long he'd last, feeling as if it were a minor miracle that he hadn't simply come in his pants as he watched her lie there. He spread her legs wider, letting his eyes roam over her, her secret curves, her soft skin, her beautiful breasts, and that smile that he loved so much.

Then he captured her eyes, and as they connected, he moved into her, completing their union.

Buffy let out a moan, but she kept her eyes open, wanting to see him, wanting to watch him move inside of her, thrust inside, make her his, and make him hers. Every thrust forced a cry of ecstasy out of her; he fit her so perfectly.

Giles was lost in her eyes, and lost in her body. She fit him perfectly. He ran his hands over her body, over her breasts, down to her slim waist, and the curve of her hip. He held on to her as he thrust into her, her arousal smoothing the way, her flesh accommodating until he knew he'd found his home in her.

Moving a hand, he gently touched her clitoris, keeping the touch soft, just a teasing pressure. Buffy cried out and he could feel the pulse of her orgasm. It triggered his own and he pushed deep inside as he found his own release. Then he was reaching for her, pulling her up, needing to feel her against him.

Buffy showered his face with kisses, whispering words of love, rejoicing in the feel of him still deeply embedded within her.

*****

Dawn and Benjamin were lost in conversation. Rosalind had retrieved her telephone number and left, and the two of them had sat down to talk, waiting for Buffy and Giles to appear.

Suddenly Dawn looked at her watch and her eyes opened wide. She glanced at the office door and then at Benjamin. "They've been in there a long time."

Benjamin looked at his own watch. "Well, we wanted them to talk."

Dawn nodded. She got up and approached the door, leaning in to listen. She pulled away, blushing. She walked back over to Benjamin, her face a furious red. "They're, uh, not exactly talking."

Benjamin began to blush as well. Then he began to grin. "I guess the plan worked."

Dawn grinned back. "I guess it did." She found a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it, telling Buffy to call her on her cell phone when they were done, and taped it on a wall where they couldn't help but see it. Then she turned to Benjamin. "Feel like getting something to eat?"

Benjamin stood. "There's nothing I'd like better."

Dawn looked back at the door, blushed again, looked at Benjamin, and grinned. "Let's go." As they walked down the hall, she looked at him again. "I'm gonna love it here."

The End
April 5, 2003