Title: Stalking
Author: Rari

(notes and disclaimer with part one)

Stalking: Part 6

Buffy was wearing another skimpy outfit, shorter leggings, and a cropped top. She was stretching out her leg muscles lying on her back on the floor. Giles, for the first time he could remember, stood there and just enjoyed looking at her body. He waited for the voice inside of him to scold him, to shame him, but it wasn't there. Buffy looked up and saw him standing there.

She scowled, misinterpreting his silence and his distance. "I'm sorry about last night."

He pursed his lips. "Which part of it?"

"Sorry?"

"I said which part of it are you sorry about?"

She just looked at him. He tried again. He needed to know something. "Last night, did…are you…do you always dance like that?"

She blushed and covered her face with her hands. She muttered something he couldn't hear. He walked over closer and squatted down. "I couldn't hear you, what did you say?"

"Only when I'm feeling insane."

"Ah. And how often is that?"

"In the past year? Just last night."

He ran his hand through his hair. "That boy, the one that was dragging you, where were you going with him?"

"I figured I'd let him drag me past the ladies bathroom and I'd hop off there."

"So, you weren't going to leave with him?"

She shook her head. "I know I was acting really bad last night, but nothing was going to happen with anybody there."

Giles looked at her, looked at her lips. She saw him looking. She felt a thrill of desire run through her remembering how they had kissed, how wonderful it had felt. She licked her lips and got up on her knees reaching for him. He put his hand up to stop her. "Something did happen with somebody there."

"With you."

He looked at her, his head cocked to one side. Then he stood offering his hand to her.

"Are you up for more hand-to-hand today?"

She took a deep breath. "Sure." She squared off against him on the mat. They fought ferociously for a few minutes, neither one immediately gaining the upper hand. Finally Buffy got a good handhold and threw Giles to the ground. As he was falling he swept out with his leg and took her down too. She thumped down landing by his side. He smiled at her and lay back, looking at the ceiling. She lay there watching him, her head propped up on her hand, elbow resting on the mat, wondering why he wasn't getting up.

"Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head. He lay there for another minute. Then he rolled over, propping his head up as well. He looked at her. With his free hand he tucked some loose hair behind her ear. "Buffy, you are the most beautiful and sexy woman I know." Her jaw dropped. His hand came up again and closed her mouth. He smiled and stood holding out his hand to help her up. "Again." He assumed a fighting stance. She matched him.

They moved into a fluid balance of defensive and offensive moves. Again, Buffy eventually got the better of him and knocked him to the floor. She sat down next to him this time. He lay on his back again, not speaking. He turned his head and watched her for a moment. She watched him back. She spoke. "Why did you tell me that?"

"I thought you might want to know."

"Did Anya say anything to you?"

"About what specifically? We do spend all day together."

"About anything I said last night."

"Yes, she did. She always feels the need to tell me everything no matter how much I beg her not to."

"Well, remember I was insane last night and some of the stuff I said was just… you know, insane." She looked at him with a worried expression on her face. "What exactly did she say?"

"She said you were being 'insane' because you were doubting yourself." He gave in to the temptation and raised his hand to lay his fingers against her cheek. He gently rubbed her soft skin. "Were you? Doubting yourself? Did I do that to you?"

She raised her hand and pressed it over his, not allowing him to remove it. She closed her eyes for a minute.

He continued. "Because I'm sorry if I did. That was never my intention. You are an extraordinarily lovely woman. Don't ever doubt that for a minute. All those men last night wanted you." His voice got tight at the end of his statement and she opened his eyes and saw the unhappiness there.

"I didn't want any of them." She moved his hand to her lips and gently kissed his palm. "I just want you."

Giles couldn't stop a groan from escaping his lips and he could feel his body respond as he felt her start to kiss each of his fingers in turn. She inched over to him. "Giles, are you going to run away again?"

He just stared at her, amazed anew at her beauty. He sat up, facing her. He took his other hand and ran it through her ponytail. He had always wanted to do that too. "It's so soft. I always wondered what it felt like." She reached behind her and took out her scrunchie. Her hair fell loose around her head. He smiled at her. He reached to touch it again. "So soft, like silk."

She took his face in her hands. "Giles, I need to know. Are you going to run away again, because I want you so badly it's making me insane. What will it take to make you want me?"

Giles pulled away from her hands, incredulous. "Want you? Jesus." He looked down at himself, shook his head. "Buffy, I've been hard almost every time we've been alone for months. This is not about whether I want you or not." He took her hands and held them between his. "I want you all the time. These last couple of days have been torture."

"Why did you keep stopping me then?"

"Because…because I wanted more than you just wanting me." He pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around his knees. "I don't want to just have sex with you, Buffy. It's not enough for me. You're too important to me to risk throwing everything away for that. Anya made me believe that this isn't just about you wanting me. Is it more than that to you?"

She nodded.

"A lot more?"

She nodded again, her eyes filled with her love for him.

He smiled, allowing all of his love for her to fill his eyes, holding nothing back.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded again, her eyes starting to grow bright with tears.

He touched her face again. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I wasn't running away from you, I was running away from myself."

She reached out and touched his knee. "What do you mean?" He couldn't believe how fast his body responded to her, just to a touch. He dropped his head. He laughed a little and shook his head. He couldn't even remember why he'd been fighting this for so long.

He glanced over at her, ran his eyes lightly over her body. He looked at her, leaning in. "If I'd stayed another minute any of those times, I'd have had you naked underneath me, with me thrusting inside of you before you even knew what was happening."

She moaned a little, shifting her body, heat pooling in response to his words. She could feel her nipples tighten. He shifted too, moving over a little closer. "Every time I saw your nipples hard, like that, all I wanted to do was put my mouth on one, run my tongue over it, make it even harder." He ran his hand along the edge of her top. She moaned again, her breath catching in her throat at the thought.

He continued, stalking her with his voice. "And last night, when you kissed me, when your tongue was touching mine, all I wanted to do was take you. In front of all those people, with the music pounding through my blood just push you against the wall, lift up your skirt, and pound myself into you letting everyone there know that you were mine."

Buffy's head fell back and she moaned again. Giles ran his hand from her neck to her lips. He brushed her lips with his thumb. Ran his thumb lightly between her lips. She pulled his thumb into her mouth, gently suckling on it.

He pulled his thumb out and put it in his mouth, tasting it. "All I've done over the last few days is think about touching you. Think about tasting you. Think about the feel of you. How your breasts would feel under my hands, how your skin would taste as I worked my way down your body. How wet you'd be and how wonderful you'd taste. I wanted to taste it, taste you after you'd come in my mouth."

He moved even closer until he was pressing up against her. He put his thumb back in his mouth and wet it. He touched her lips with it, wetting them. "And I thought about you touching me. How much I wanted your hands on me. The feeling of your hands around my cock, that it would be harder for you than it's ever been. That the sensation of your hands touching my body would drive me insane. Imagining your lips kissing me all over, feeling like I've never been this turned on in my life, having you next to me, naked, touching me."

He moved his lips close to hers. "Do you believe that I want you?" She whimpered, nodding. "Do you believe me when I say that all I think about is you lying on my bed, your hair fanned out on my pillow, our bodies pressing against each other, the feel of your breasts against my chest. My cock inside you, filling you, feeling you surround me. Do you believe me when I say that I want that?" He watched her lips as they parted in another moan.

He slowly lay her down, watching her body shiver. He ran his thumb over her lips again running his hand down her neck. He ran his hand over her breast, gently rubbing the hardened nipple, his hand continued down her stomach until he cupped her mound. He softly rubbed just for a moment and she pushed into his hand moaning as her body shattered into an orgasm. He caught her moans with his lips capturing her tongue with his and he held her as she pulsed underneath his hand. She slowly relaxed and reached her arms around him to pull him closer into the kiss.

She pulled back, finally, and looked at him. "Oh, my God. That was….amazing. What did you do to me?"

He grinned at her, his eyes filled with desire and mischief. "And just think, I barely touched you." Her eyes widened.

"Oh my God." She pulled him back down for another kiss. He laughed against her lips and then he started touching her.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Xander walked into the Magic Shop shortly after 5:00. Anya was grinning, looking at the door to the training room.

"Hey hon."

She looked at him still grinning.

"What's so funny? Where's Giles?"

"He and Buffy are training. They've been training for two hours straight, with the door shut and with lots of orgasm noises." She grinned again.

His jaw dropped. "Buffy and Giles are back there right now humping like a couple of sex fiends?"

Anya nodded, grinning. She held her head up proudly. "I talked him into it. I told him that Buffy loved him."

"Hey, I helped by talking to Buffy last night. You'd never have known that if I hadn't been in helpful friend mode."

Anya thought for a moment. "Yes, you were very helpful. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He grinned at her. "For two hours?"

"Non-stop."

"Wow, I'm impressed. That Giles is quite an animal."

"It's making me want you. Let's go home."

He grinned. "Okay. Lock up, let's go."

Arms around each other they walked out of the shop, locking it behind them as they headed for home.

The End