Title: Home For The Holidays
Author: Gileswench

(notes and disclaimer with part one)

"What...Giles...? she asked in a small, hurt voice.

"Blast!" he exclaimed. "Bloody hell!"

He put his head entirely under the spray. Buffy stood rooted to the spot. Whatever was going on, she felt sure it was her fault. She wanted to run, but she couldn't make her feet move. At last he moved back and cleared the water from his eyes. One was a bit red.

"I'm sorry," he explained. "I got shampoo in my eye. Hurt like fury."

"It...wasn't me, then?" Buffy had to ask.

"Only insofar as I was a bit distracted by having you here and didn't notice the drip until it was too late." He embraced her again. "I'll live, and it's not your fault."

"You couldn't just say 'shit, I got soap in my eye' like a normal person would?"

"I thought you decided I'm not a normal person."

She reached up and kissed him.

"Water's getting colder," she said. "Maybe it's time to get dry."

Giles closed the taps and got out of the shower only to find Buffy holding a towel for him. He nodded and smiled his thanks as he reached for it, but she held onto it and began to rub him down herself.

"There's really no need to do that," he said with a hint of amusement.

"I know," she agreed. "You want me to stop?"

"No, do carry on, so long as you're enjoying it."

"I just figure I owe you a lot of spoiling."

Giles pulled her close and kissed her softly.

"Just so you know, I have every intention of spoiling you as well," he said.

"You're dripping on the floor," she reminded him with a broad smile.

"So are you."

"Y'know, I don't think I care about that right now."

She reached up and pulled him down for a long, slow, thorough kiss. The towel dropped unheeded to the floor as their tongues met and mingled. Buffy molded her body to Giles', her hands dropping to explore his firm rear. For his part, Giles cradled her head in one hand while the other caressed her shoulder, her throat, her back. It seemed to be everywhere at once.

Buffy groaned with pleasure. It had been a long time since she'd felt the delicious sensation of skin on skin, and a good deal longer since she'd really enjoyed it.

Actually, it had never felt like this before.

Giles was warm, skillful, passionate, imaginative; everything a lover should be. His touch made her long for more. His kisses turned her knees to jelly.

Suddenly, he scooped her up into his arms and held her close. Buffy gave a tiny shriek as her feet left the ground, then giggled as Giles placed a kiss on the end of her nose.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"I've always wanted to do that," he grinned. "You have an adorable nose."

"Y'know, yours isn't half bad either," she told him. "But you're still pretty strange, Mr. Giles." At his frown, Buffy began to worry again. "What is it? Did I say something wrong? Should I call your nose ruggedly handsome?"

"No, no, it isn't that," he said a bit absently as he put his glasses back on and carried her out of the bathroom.

"Then what is it, and why did you put your specs back on? You look so much sexier without them."

"You wouldn't think it very sexy of me to knock you into the walls, would you?" he asked with a small laugh.

"Okay, that explains the glasses, what about the not happy look you were sporting a minute ago?"

Giles hesitated at the bedroom door.

"Mr. Giles," he said at last. "You've never called me that before."

"Sure I did," Buffy protested. "Back in school. Didn't I?"

"Not even once," he assured her. "Why was that?"

"I dunno," she shrugged. "Does it really matter?"

"I doubt it. Just curious, I suppose."

He carried her into the bedroom, stopping just inside the doorway. When she looked at the room, Buffy gasped softly.

The nightstands were now graced with large vases of daisies - Buffy's favorite flower. Thick white pillar candles stood on every flat surface waiting to be lit. Fresh linens had been placed on the bed and a box Buffy was certain held some very expensive chocolates sat on her pillow.

"What's all this," she asked.

"I wanted everything to be perfect for you. Do you like it?"

"Like it? Like it? I love it!" she exclaimed. "And I love you." She kissed him again. "Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before."

"Then it's high time someone did," he told her as he sat her on the edge of the bed and handed her the chocolates. "I only wish I could do more for you."

"Trust me, this so outdoes the giant Hershey bar Riley gave me once. But flowers? Candles? I had no idea you were such a romantic, Giles."

"I can be one," he said, "with the right inspiration."

He kissed Buffy once more, then went around the room lighting the candles. While she waited for him to finish, Buffy ate one of the chocolates and watched him. She was surprised at how comfortable this felt. Almost everyone else she'd been with had been a lights out under the covers sort of lover. Spike couldn't be fit into that category, but it had pretty much always been dark where he was and more than half the time they didn't even bother to completely disrobe. Planning, too, had been a non-issue. There had been times when she knew she and Riley were going to have sex because, after all, that's what you do with your boyfriend, but there had never been this level of planning before. She'd always assumed that would feel cold, clinical, and utterly unromantic. Being swept away was sort of the point, wasn't it?

And yet the very level of care Giles was putting into their first sexual encounter made it seem all the more erotic to her, she found. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded just watching him walk around, naked, unembarrassed, and half aroused, making the room perfect for her. For them.

When she raised her eyes from his pubic region, she had to giggle.

"What's so funny," he asked in a bewildered tone.

"You're still wearing your glasses."

"I'd still rather like to see."

"You're...not gonna leave those on when we...are you?"

Giles lit the last candle, turned out the main light in the room, and sauntered over to the bed. He smiled broadly as he crawled onto it and lay down next to her.

"I am rather horrifically nearsighted," he teased her. "I might need them to see you clearly in such low light."

"More light than I'm used to for this game, actually," Buffy said.

"I want to see you while we make love," Giles said in a voice that had dropped to a precipitously low octave. Buffy shivered pleasurably. "I want to watch how you react when I touch you," he went on. "I want you to be able to see me, as well; see how your touch moves me."

As he spoke his hand traveled over her arm, her shoulder, her cheek, into her hair. He pulled her into another long, deep, thorough kiss. Buffy kissed him back with everything she had. Her arms wrapped themselves around him. She could feel his cock growing harder against her belly as they kissed. She knew if he decided to enter her now, he would find her more than ready for him.

If this was Riley, she knew he would already be inside her. If this was Spike, she would probably be readjusting her panties and hurling insults at him on her way out of his crypt by this time.

This, however, was Giles. He'd barely gotten started.

He took his time, seeking out all the spots that made Buffy moan, shudder, or cry out with pleasure. Rather than going through the motions Buffy expected - kisses, nipple sucking, intercourse, snoring - he made delightful side journeys to her earlobes, the slight valley between her breasts, the nape of her neck, even her inner elbow. It all felt wonderful. In fact, the erotic haze was so intense, Buffy couldn't say afterward precisely when it was his glasses made their way to the nightstand.

Nor could she say who had put them there.

All she knew was that she wanted to give him the sort of pleasure he was giving her. She nuzzled his throat, tweaked his erect nipples, slid her foot up and down the back of his leg. Everything she did seemed to please him; excite him.

They tumbled across the bed, wrestling and laughing, each taking the lead and then relinquishing it to the other in turn. All the while Giles told her how beautiful she was, how much she delighted him, how much he wanted to please her. Buffy couldn't say the words back to him. He'd rendered her entirely too incoherent.