Title: Stalking
Author: Rari

RATING: FRAO
PAIRING: Buffy/Giles
DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to Joss, the real king of the world, the WB, UPN, Fox, Mutant Enemy and anybody else who feels they own it. I'm just borrowing, and then giving it back, memories wiped clean. Please, no one send me money, I don't wanna get in trouble.
SUMMARY: Buffy's tired of wanting Giles and him not doing anything about it so she sets out to make him hers.
FEEDBACK: It keeps me writing, well that the obsession part
NOTES: After season five, not that it really matters to the story but Buffy is of course NOT DEAD. Just go with me here.

Thanks to Lori Ann, my beta reader!

Stalking: Part 1

She wanted him. She'd wanted him for a while. The workouts were killing her. And today had been the last straw. They'd been working out, practicing hand to hand. They'd worked out hard and they were both sweaty. He'd gotten in a couple of good throws when she'd been distracted by his closeness. She'd had to force herself to not just rub herself all over Giles as she landed on him.

That's when it happened. She'd started to slowly roll off of him and he'd gone to flip her expecting her to still be in training mode and to be moving faster. But she hadn't been, she'd been in full lust mode. So his hand, instead of grabbing her shoulder, had grabbed her breast. And she'd leaned into his hand, and felt her nipples harden.

She'd looked up at his face and closing her eyes had moved her lips up to his. She'd opened her eyes at the last minute to look at him and saw that he had this look of horror on his face as the facts of the situation were starting to sink in.

He pulled his hand back as if he'd touched a hot stove and quickly stood moving away.

"Buffy, I'm sorry, I had no idea." He was blushing a brilliant red.

"You had no idea about what?" She was scowling at him.

"I had no idea where my…..h..hand was." He held his offending hand out in front of him, blushing even redder.

Buffy started making a frustrated noise in her throat that got louder until it turned into a very loud vocal sound of disgust. She threw both her hands in the air and stood, placing her hands on her hips.

Her nipples were still hard. His eyes flicked down to them for a moment and then flicked back up, a look of panic in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, turned and picked up her towel. She wrapped it around her neck covering her breasts. She glared at Giles. "Men." She swept around and walked out of the training room.

Giles could hear Willow. "Buffy, what's wrong?"

"Men are so stupid." She yelled it.

Giles winced.

Xander protested. "Hey."

"Not you, men."

There was a moment of silence. "Hey!"

Giles heard the front door of the shop slam shut, hard. He fully expected to hear the death throes of the bells as they plummeted to the ground. He listened, heard nothing. They had survived once again.

He walked out into the shop. Both Willow and Xander were waiting for him obviously wanting some explanation. Xander started. "G-man, what's up with the Buff? What's with the I hate men shtick?"

They both watched as Giles blushed. He looked down at his hand and quickly put it behind his back. His eyes widened, trying for an innocent expression. "What? Oh, I have no idea." He went and busied himself behind the counter. Willow looked at him, eyes narrowed. She'd get the facts from Buffy later. Xander shrugged and went back to sanding the new shelf he had just finished building.

After feeling Willow's eyes on him, Giles hid the rest of the day.

Willow tracked Buffy down. Buffy still looked unhappy. Willow frowned and moved to sit on the swing next to her.

"Hi."

Buffy grunted in response.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What?"

"You know, the it, the whatever you were so mad about today."

"No." Her mouth twisted to one side. Willow just waited.

"It's men, they are so stupid."

Willow waited some more.

"I mean, what does it take, hmm?" She looked at Willow, expecting an answer.

Willow grimaced. "Sorry, still fact deficient, I need more to go on."

"Okay, you like a guy, you know he knows you like him, or he'd have to be dead, so why doesn't he do something?" She looked at Willow again.

Willow sighed. Then she brightened. "You like somebody? Who, who is it?"

Buffy just scowled. Willow was perplexed. "Did you ask Giles this question? Did he give you a stupid answer? You know Giles isn't real good at this stuff."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "No kidding."

"What did he say?" Willow hoped his answer would offer some clues.

"Nothing, he said nothing, he always says nothing." Buffy's voice got louder and louder.

Willow nodded, sighing, no luck there. "Soooo, who is this guy?" Willow couldn't imagine.

Buffy just blushed. "Buffy, give. No fair not telling, especially if Giles knows. I'm the best friend. I get to know this sort of stuff first. He gets to know the demon stuff first; I get to know the smoochie stuff first. There's rules about this, you know."

Buffy lowered her face to her hands, elbows on her knees. Willow looked at her completely confused. Then her eyes widened. "It's not Angel again is it, or Spike, or…or." She stopped having run out of all the horrible suggestions she could think of.

"No."

Willow breathed a sigh of relief. "Riley isn't back, is he?"

"No."

"It's not Xander is it, because Anya would…."

"No!"

"Do I know him?"

Buffy looked up. "Fine, it's Giles, okay?"

Willow almost fell off her swing. "It's Giles, what? It's Giles you went and asked the question of?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at Willow. "No, Giles is the guy I like."

Willow was speechless. She quickly had to revise her entire opinion about Buffy and her choice in men. She flashed Buffy a brilliant smile. "Really?"

Buffy was surprised at the smile. She nodded.

Willow kept smiling. "Buffy, that's great. I love Giles, I think he'd be a perfect guy for you, I just never thought you'd figure it out. I think it's wonderful." She sighed a dreamy sigh. She looked at Buffy and her not very happy face.

"I missed something didn't I?" Buffy nodded. Willow thought for a minute. "Oh. He's the stupid guy." Buffy nodded again. "So you two aren't actually…?" Buffy shook her head. Willow bit her lip. "Does he even know? I mean have you told him?"

Buffy stood up making exasperated noises again. "See Willow, this is my point, he's my watcher. He watches me, that's all he does. How can he not know? He knows everything about me, he even knows when I have my period. How can he not know?" She didn't wait for Willow to answer. "I'll tell you how, because he's stupid." Her tirade done Buffy slammed herself back into the swing.

"What happened today?"

Buffy blushed again. Willow's curiosity rose to new heights. She prodded again. "What? Tell me."

Buffy took a deep breath. "He touched me."

Willow's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" This was so exciting; she could hardly contain herself.

"He touched my…" She raised a hand and pointed to her breasts.

"He touched one of your…?!"

Buffy nodded.

"On purpose?"

Buffy scowled. "No."

Willow's face fell. "Oh." She paused. "How did that happen?"

"We were fighting. We accidentally touch all the time. It's kinda hard to avoid."

"But this was different?"

Buffy nodded. She blushed yet again. Willow was starting to get impatient. "Buffy, what happened?"

Buffy tightened her face and then said it as fast as she could. "IgotexcitedandmynipplesgothardandItriedtokisshim." She stood again.

Willow worked it through and she looked at Buffy and blushed herself. "Oh, my God." She squealed. Buffy looked miserable. Willow squealed again. "What did he do?"

"He jumped away from me as if I was a fungus demon and started stammering out apologies." She scowled at the memory.

Willow didn't know what to say. She took a couple more swings. Buffy groaned covering her face with her hands. "God, I am so embarrassed. I can never look at him again. I'll need to ask for a new watcher."

Willow cocked her head. "Why don't you just talk to him. Maybe he likes you too. I mean, that's so like Giles to not say anything, or to be all embarrassed. I think you should talk to him." She nodded her head to emphasize her conclusion.

Buffy shook her head. "And give him the chance to get all high and noble and say how it just isn't done and it wouldn't be proper and he's too old for me? No, thank you. He just should figure it out and kiss me."

Willow rolled her eyes at that. "Buffy, he's never going to just kiss you. Not unless he knows how you feel. Even then, it's a long shot."

Buffy got a look in her eyes. Willow started to feel nervous. Buffy nodded. "You're right, Willow. He won't kiss me unless he knows how I feel, so I'm just gonna have to make sure he knows."

Willow smiled hesitantly. "So, you're going to talk to him?" She put her best this is a really good idea look on her face.

Buffy shook her head. "Nope. I'm just gonna show him. That man will not have a single doubt about how I feel when I'm through." She smiled. Willow winced.

"Ah, Buffy, are you sure this is such a good idea?"

"It was your suggestion."

"No, no, really it wasn't."

Buffy was past listening and moving into plotting. She smiled at Willow. "Thanks Will, I feel much better now. I better go patrol. Want me to walk you home?"

Willow shook her head, pointing her finger at her car on the street. Buffy smiled. "Great, see ya later then." She took off.

Willow sat there for another minute. She closed her eyes. Giles was so going to kill her.

End of Part 1