Title: Under the Mistletoe
Author: Gileswench

(notes and disclaimer with part one)

Buffy was grateful for Slayer night vision. She could see in the dark like a cat, which meant there was little chance of her tripping or bumping into furniture. Now all she had to do was figure out how to wake Giles without giving him a heart attack. That wouldn't be any good for her plans at all.

She slipped to his bedside and looked at him. He lay on his back, one arm across his stomach, the other was flung across the empty side of the bed. The covers had slipped down, or perhaps had never been fully pulled up, and left his chest exposed. Yup. Definitely of the sexy variety. Strong, finely muscled, with a light dusting of curls across it. There were scars, as well. Buffy wanted to heal them with her kisses, though she knew that was an irrational thought.

As she stood there wondering what her next move should be, Giles rolled to his side and began to snore softly. Buffy's smile grew even gentler. Great. She thought it was cute that Giles snored. Every time she'd woken up to find Riley snoring, she'd pinched his nose shut until he woke up. First jonesing for body hair, then thinking snoring was adorable. How far gone could a girl be?

Buffy moved to sit on the edge of the bed. As some unpleasant nocturnal imagining caused Giles' brow to furrow, she reached out a hand to smooth the frown away. In an instant, he was wide awake and gripping her wrist firmly.

"Giles, Giles, it's okay. It's just me."

He let go of her and switched on the bedside lamp as he pulled the covers up for modesty's sake.

"Whatever are you doing here, Buffy?"

"I said I'd be back after patrol."

"Yes, but what are you doing in my bedroom?"

"Well, that's sorta where you are."

"And how did you get in? I know I didn't open the door."

"No, but you didn't lock it either. We are so going to have a talk about that later on. Anyway, it's locked now, so nobody will bother us."

"B-bother...us? Buffy, whatever are you talking about?"

Her hand had returned to stroking his brow, occasionally working itself into his hair. She leaned close to him.

"When you kissed me tonight, I realized something. I want to be with you."

Giles swallowed hard as he willed himself to wake from this lovely but tormenting dream. It had never been so real before. She had never smiled so sweetly at him or kept her clothes on so long either. Could it be real? Surely not.

"Um, could you maybe say something Giles? The suspense is killing me here."

"I-I-I don't know what to say, Buffy. Are you, are you sure?"

She nodded. "Almost."

"Almost?" Now he knew he was awake. Dream Buffy would have said 'yes' unequivocally and would already be straddling his lap. "What will it take to make you certain?"

The Slayer pulled a bunch of mistletoe out from behind her back and held it over Giles' head. "Let's start with another kiss and see if that does it."

She held the sprig above Giles' head and closed the space between their lips. Her free hand moved to his shoulder, caressing it softly. After a brief moment of hesitation, Giles wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist, deciding to make the most of this opportunity.

When she drew back from the kiss, Giles was surprised to find she kept hold of him, and pulled him into a deeper embrace. For the rest of his life he would remember as one of his most blissful moments the way she whispered into his ear: "Now I'm sure."

Still she held the mistletoe aloft as she leaned in to kiss him again; this time with more passion. Again and again their lips met, each opening to the other a bit more every time until their tongues introduced themselves to one another, quickly becoming close friends.

After long minutes of deep, sweet kisses, Giles plucked the greenery from Buffy's hand saying: "I'll take care of that."

Freed from the duty of holding the mistletoe, Buffy quickly took to exploring Giles with her hands as well as her lips and tongue. She petted her fingers through the fur on his torso as she nipped her way down his throat. It excited her to hear how his breath caught when she found a sensitive spot, and the soft, joyful sounds of arousal he couldn't quite hold back.

Giles lowered the bunch to his chest. At first Buffy didn't understand why. Then she realized it was still an inch or two above one of his hard nipples. He gave her a nervous, yet hopeful, look. She smiled back and took the tightened bud between her lips to suckle at it. His heartfelt groan at the sensation sent a bolt of lightning straight to her groin. She sucked and teased both nipples repeatedly until she felt her own frustration growing too much for her. She needed attention.

Buffy reached for the mistletoe, which Giles gladly returned to her. She kissed him deeply, then held it over the top button of her sweater. The Englishman slowly moved to unfasten it and gently kiss the exposed flesh. They repeated the same movements until her top was completely opened down the front. She slipped it off her shoulders as Giles continued to kiss, lick, and fondle her chest and belly, carefully avoiding her breasts.

Finally, Buffy decided to encourage him and reach behind herself to unfasten her bra. She held the mistletoe the way Giles had before, when he'd wanted his nipples sucked. Her reward was instantaneous, and highly gratifying. Giles swirled his tongue around each pink bud before drawing it into his mouth with an almost, but not quite, painful pressure.

At last Giles lifted his face to Buffy's and pulled her to him in a fierce embrace. He stroked her hair as he spoke.

"You have to tell me what you want soon, Buffy. I need to know if this is just for tonight, or if you are really going to be mine."

"I'm already yours. It just took me a while to figure that out. I love you, Giles."

He rained kisses on her face. "Oh, my sweet Buffy, I love you too."

"Show me?"

She lay back on the bed and allowed him to finish undressing her. Then he pulled back to remove his pajama pants. Buffy's eyes widened slightly when she saw his fully erect cock for the first time. She hadn't expected it to be so big. Or so uncircumcised.

"You got a license for that thing?" she joked nervously.

Giles took her hand and moved it to encircle him, allowing her to become used to it. Soon she was stroking him confidently as he moaned with pleasure. He lay back and she followed him down, kissing her way down his belly.

When he felt the head of his penis slip between Buffy's lips, he shuddered blissfully and wove his fingers through her hair. It was all he could do to hold his hips still as she sucked and licked him with great enthusiasm. Giles wanted to return the pleasure she was giving him, but Buffy was lying at a right angle from him. Moving one hand from her hair, he was able to reach over and caress one of her breasts.

Obviously, Buffy enjoyed it, because she scooted over so that it was easier for him to reach. After toying with her nipple for a few moments, Giles ran his hand down Buffy's back to run it over her firm rump. Finally, he dipped his fingers into the wet thatch of curls that covered her sex. The girl pulled back from her task long enough to gasp at the sensation as she rocked against his hand.

Giles took advantage of the situation to lift his lover until her thighs were spread over his face and he could give Buffy the sort of pleasure she was giving him. He buried his tongue in the delicious channel before him, occasionally flicking it over the nub of her clitoris. She lifter her head and cried out each time he touched the tiny button, continuing to pump him with her hands when she let him slide from her mouth.

Soon he was licking furiously at that one tiny spot and pumping two long fingers into her tunnel. Buffy no longer tried to do anything but ride the waves of her orgasm until she collapsed in a boneless heap on her Watchers' belly.

Ever so gently, he lifted her off and reversed her so that he could hold her close until she recovered. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose as he held her. A moment later, she was returning his kisses eagerly. He felt her nimble fingers caressing his body, working him into a frenzy.

"Buffy, I want so much to be inside you." he whispered urgently.

"I want that, too."

He kissed her deeply one more time before reaching for the drawer of his nightstand for a condom. He felt for the package, but it wasn't there. He felt again. Still no luck.

"Oh bugger!" he swore.

After Olivia had left, he hadn't really had a reason to bother buying condoms, and so he found himself unprepared for the thing he wanted most in the world.

"Buffy, I'm so sorry."

"Shh, it's okay, sweetie. You may not have the boy scout thing down, but I do." She reached for her discarded pants and pulled four foil slips from the pocket. "At least I know I'm not gonna find any floozies in your shirts tomorrow morning."

"From now on, love, you're the only woman I want wearing my shirts."

"You say the nicest things, Giles." she giggled as she sheathed his penis and lay back, drawing him with her.

He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. When he was fully imbedded in her, he lay still for a while, just holding her. When she began to move restlessly under him, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting gently back in. For some minutes, he kept to a slow pace, easing himself out and back in again. Soon, though, they both picked up speed, moving in perfect synchronization in this as in so many other matters.

Buffy gripped her lover's ass cheeks as he pounded wildly into her. Each urged the other on to completion. Giles kissed her passionately as Buffy cried out, her vaginal walls gripping his penis in achingly sweet spasms. He joined her in orgasm a few thrusts later. His cry equal parts triumph and release. She was now his, as he had always been hers.

They kissed and petted one another as they came down from their excitement. Giles stroked Buffy's hair as he dropped a tender kiss on her forehead. Then he slipped out of her delicious nook to dispose of the condom.

Upon his return, Buffy welcomed him into her arms and snuggled close to him.

"Rupert?"

"Yes, love?"

"I think I like mistletoe after all."

Within minutes, they were both asleep.

The END