Title: Stalking
Author: Rari

(notes and disclaimer with part one)

Stalking: Part 2

Giles shut his book and leaned back in his chair. He thought of Buffy. He thought of how she had felt under his hand. He felt his body respond. He snapped out of the chair letting out a growl of frustration. He knew he had to stop these thoughts, down that path lay madness. The madness of even thinking that they could be together. It could never happen even if she…..

He took a deep breath. He was okay. He rolled his shoulders. Really, he was okay. He was a watcher. He felt there were rules about this sort of thing. He took another deep breath. He could feel his body calming down. I mean it's not as if he wasn't attracted to her. Jesus, how could he not be? She was a beautiful sexy woman. And it's not like they didn't have moments. You can't put a man and a woman together that much and not have moments. It was inevitable. But, today, that had been a little more than a moment. He took another deep breath. (I can do this. I am in control. I am more than my hormones). He blew out a breath.

He heard the knock on his door. He panicked. He actually thought about not answering it. He took another deep breath. He walked over pulling it open. It was Buffy, of course. Who else would it be at one in the morning? He breathed. He smiled, calmly.

"Buffy. Come on in."

She smiled, brushing against him as she walked into his home.

He stepped back and followed her at a respectful distance as she walked towards the couch. She stood waiting for him to sit down. He stood waiting for her to sit down. They stood there. Buffy frowned. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the couch and pushed him down. Then she sat down, sitting very close to him, her thigh pressing up against his. She placed her hand on his thigh and lightly squeezed. He shot up as if the couch were spring loaded. He walked to the other side of the room.

"So, how was patrol?"

She pouted. "Fine."

"Any interesting demons?"

"No."

"Hmph. No vampires?"

"Just Spike."

"Ah….well, good of you to drop by to, uh…report, but, uh…it's late. I need to…..uh….get an early start."

She stood, began to walk over to him. He started to back away, trying to act nonchalant. He edged his way to the door opening it.

"Yes, well, goodnight." He looked outside and then back at her.

She walked right up to him. She put her hand on his chest. She could feel his muscles tighten under her hand. He pulled back as much as he could, trapped a little by his position by the door. He put his best serious watcher look on. "So, I'll see you tomorrow? For training?"

She nodded, cocking her head to one side, a crooked smile on her face. She could feel her nipples get hard thinking about today, thinking about how she could feel his nipple through his shirt, under her hand. She rubbed it a little, brushing it with her thumb. His eyes widened and he looked down at her hand, and then he saw her nipples. He jerked his head back up and grabbing her shoulder he turned her around until she was facing outside. He pushed her out the door shutting it behind her.

Giles leaned against the door. His cock was so hard he could barely think. He wondered if watchers were allowed to call in sick. Training tomorrow was going to be a disaster.

End of Part 2