Title: Home For The Holidays
Author: Gileswench

(notes and disclaimer with part one)

Buffy began to think she would explode if she didn't get some relief soon. Every nerve in her body hummed with excitement. She trembled with almost every touch, so close to release she could almost taste it.

"Please," she managed to whisper.

That was all it took. Giles turned his long body around and rested his cheek on her hip. He gently spread her legs. He took a moment to simply look at Buffy's sex. Her curls were wet with her juices, her lips swollen with need.

"So beautiful," he murmured, "so very beautiful."

He pressed a soft kiss to each creamy thigh, then, at long last, he tasted her.

As soon as his tongue flicked out to touch her clitoris, Buffy shuddered and cried out with her first orgasm. Her fingers clutched at the sheets and her toes curled with the force of it.

Giles went wild, licking and sucking at Buffy's womanhood. Her sighs, moans, whimpers and screams of ecstasy went straight to his groin until he wondered that he hadn't yet found his release simply through stimulating her.

Through the haze of bliss, Buffy noticed at last that Giles' cock was mere inches from her lips. From a tangle of dark curls it stood out long and thick and rock hard, with the foreskin stretched back behind the head. A drop of precum glistened temptingly on the tip. When it twitched, Buffy felt as if it was beckoning her. She decided to do its bidding.

The skin was velvet soft over his steel hard erection. Buffy tasted the musky, slightly salty tang of him. She wanted more. Giles lifted his head from her parted thighs and groaned when she slid as much of him as she could fit into her mouth. Her small hands busied themselves with the root of his penis and his sensitive balls. It always amazed Buffy how soft the skin there was; almost liquid in feel.

Giles rolled carefully to his back, taking Buffy with him. He knew she would have more control in this position. His hips thrust involuntarily as she pleasured him. He concentrated as best he could on his own oral efforts on Buffy, but occasionally couldn't help pulling back to moan or to offer verbal encouragements.

All too soon, however, he had to roll them over again and pull out of Buffy's sweet mouth. He reversed himself so he could kiss his love again. She accepted the kiss a bit hesitantly at first, but soon overcame her embarrassment and willingly explored his Buffy-flavored mouth with her tongue.

"Now?" he asked her.

In lieu of reply, Buffy reached for a foil slip on the nightstand and rolled the condom on Giles. When he was sheathed, Buffy lay back and lifted her arms to her lover. He took her proffered invitation with a will.

At the last moment, he paused to stroke her bangs back from her brow.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," she smiled back at him. "Rupert," she added as a slightly awkward afterthought.

He kissed her gently, then slid home into her depths. Buffy groaned and arched to him. Giles took his time filling her. Inch by inch, he slowly embedded himself in Buffy. When he'd finished, he found her smiling serenely.

"Happy?" he asked her.

"So happy. You feel so good."

"You're so warm, so snug," he breathed in her ear.

"Please," she whispered back. "Make me feel good."

Giles began to thrust gently. Buffy met every movement with one of her own, perfectly synchronized to him. When he began to move faster, so did she. Whenever he slowed to draw out the pleasure, she altered her pace at the same time.

All the time they made love, Giles continued to touch, caress, and kiss her. Buffy felt surrounded by his warm, protective presence. His cock filled her with his passion. His lips kissed away her fear and made her feel clean in a way she hadn't since her return from the grave. She wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Under the circumstances, all she was able to do was shudder and yell as yet another climax ripped through her body.

Giles let a fierce cry almost at the same moment. He threw back his head and panted breathlessly with every sweet spasm as his cock sent forth stream after stream of his seed.

As the fury of release subsided into gentler tremors, they clung to one another. Giles rolled them carefully to their sides, all the time holding Buffy, stroking her hair, now damp with sweat as well as the water they'd never quite dried off after their shower. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body trembling.

"Buffy," he crooned, "it's okay. Look at me, dearest."

She looked at him with wide eyes, bright with unshed tears.

"Really?" she asked. "Dearest?"

"Absolutely," he replied. "The dearest, sweetest, most damnably infuriating woman I've ever known in my life."

"So...damnably infuriating is a good thing?"

"I've never loved anyone who wasn't," Giles chuckled. "And since you're the most infuriating person I've ever known - bar none - it stands to reason that I've never loved anyone as much as I love you."

Lost for words, Buffy held him as tightly as she dared.

Giles wrapped his arms tighter around Buffy and kissed every part of her he could reach. At last, he had to pull back to dispose of the used condom. When he'd done that, he went around the room blowing out the candles. Then he returned to the bed, kissed Buffy softly, and pulled back the covers so they could both get underneath them.

"Happy?" he asked as he tucked the blankets over her shoulder.

"Yeah," she said. "I just wish...never mind. It's not important."

"Of course it is, Buffy. What do you wish?"

His skin tingled pleasantly where she brushed her fingers through his chest hair. He wrapped an arm around her waist, unable to resist fondling the impossibly soft curve of her hip.

"I guess I don't want to leave tomorrow," she admitted at last. "I don't want us to be apart anymore."

"Nor do I," Giles said quietly. "But I'll be home soon."

"Home?"

"It's taken me a long time to admit this - even to myself," he said, "but I don't have a home the way most people do. My home isn't a place; it's you. I fought it for a very long time, but now...I wonder why the hell I was fighting at all."

"'Cause you're like me," Buffy said a bit smugly. "You can't ever take the easy way if there's a more winding, tangled path available. Face it, we fight everything, including happiness, with a vengeance. But not an Anya kind of vengeance...just sort of a 'you can't make me' thing. I'm not the only damnably infuriating person in this bed, y'know."

"No, you're not," he laughed. They shared a long, lazy kiss. A moment later, he spoke again. "Buffy?"

"Yeah?" she replied sleepily.

"Why have you always called me Giles?"

"Silly," she said. "You were mine. It would have been dumb to call you 'Mr.' like everyone else did. And it would have caused way too many problems if I called you Rupert. Can you imagine Snyder's face if I'd done that?"

"What will you call me now?"

"Whichever feels right, I guess," she yawned. "I'm too tired to think about it this much. I just want to remember."

"Remember what?"

"What a stud you were just now."

He could hear her broad grin in the darkened room.

"Well," he teased her, "I was rather inspired."

"How inspired?"

"This inspired," he replied as he rolled atop her and began to nuzzle at her throat again. He ground his reawakening penis against her thigh.

"Feels like someone's ready for round two," Buffy giggled.

"Awake enough to join me?" he asked.

"Try me."

The lights were out this time, but they could still feel and hear and smell and taste one another. They took their time, both wanting to learn what pleased the other most. This time when they came together, Buffy straddled Giles' hips. All the time she rose and fell atop him, they held hands, their fingers entwined, as their bodies merged, divided, and merged again. Buffy went over the edge seconds before Giles followed.

This time, when he finished with the used condom, Buffy held the covers down for him and tucked them over his bare shoulder. They kissed warmly, shared a few more giggles, and finally fell asleep in one another's arms.