Title:  Floodgates (part 2 of 2)
Rating:  FRAO (Adults Only)
Pairing:  Buffy/Giles
Summary:  What should have happened when Giles came back in ‘Flooded’
Distribution:  If you want it, you can have it.  Just tell me where to find it.
Disclaimer:  These are not my characters.  They belong to Joss, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB & Mutant Enemy.  This is purely for fun.

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Giles lit the final candle as he finished the incantation. Candles all around the room flared briefly, then returned to normal.

“That’s it?” Buffy asked as he sat on the floor with her.

He nodded. “The rest is up to us.” He took both of her hands in his. “You’ll know when the bond has been completed; you will be able to feel it.”

“What will it feel like?”

“I don’t know. It’s . . .”

“. . . different for each person,” she finished for him. “So, how do we start? What do you want–”

He stopped her question with a kiss, his hand darting out and pulling her against him. Buffy responded instantly. As the kiss grew more heated, he felt her wrap her arms around him and pull him closer.

Then she pulled away, and his heart sank. Was she having second thoughts? Did he misinterpret her feelings. “Buffy?” It was no more than a whisper.

She placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t worry. It’s not what you think.”

Relief flooded through him when she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Momentarily stunned, he could only stare at her. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She was alive, and she was allowing him to fulfil one of his deepest fantasies. If this was a dream, he prayed he would never wake. Giving himself a mental shake, he turned his attention to Buffy.

Hesitantly, as though afraid she might vanish, he reached for the hem of her shirt. He didn’t lift it but let his hand disappear underneath, causing Buffy to gasp. Smiling at her surprise, he pushed her backwards as his hand moved higher. She giggled when she landed on her back pinned beneath him. Her laughter turned to moans of pleasure when he ran his hand over her breast, her unexpectedly bare breast.

As he leaned down to kiss her, he moved his hand down her stomach to her thigh and traced small circles with his fingertips. When his lips met hers, he moved his hand to rest between her legs. He felt her tilt her hips in response. While deepening the kiss, he applied a little pressure with the heel of his hand, causing Buffy to squirm. Slowly, he trailed kisses from her mouth to her earlobe.

“Giles,” Buffy panted. “This will work much better without our clothes in the way.”

“They’re not in my way,” he told her. To prove his point, he increased the pressure and moved his hand in slow circles.

Buffy gasped. “But. . .”

“Are you so eager to finish?’”

“No,” she mumbled.

“Then, relax and let yourself enjoy the experience.”

“But you should enjoy this too,” Buffy protested.

Giles grinned. “I am.” He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth through the soft fabric of her shirt.

“Oh God,” Buffy moaned.

He pulled his hand away from her and heard her whimper in response. Smiling at her reaction, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling one of his legs.

“Giles, what are you doing?”

“Showing you how much fun sex can be,” he said as he pressed his leg against her. “Clearly, your previous partners had no imagination.”

“We’re still wearing clothes. Doesn’t that make it impossible?” she asked.

“I said sex, Buffy, not intercourse. There is a difference.” He ran his hands lightly up and down her sides. She wriggled against him when he found a ticklish spot, and he made sure to keep his leg steady. When she opened her eyes wide at the feel of his thigh between hers, he stopped tickling her and dragged her head down for a kiss.

He felt her place her hands on the floor on either side of his head as she let herself fall forward. She began rocking her hips against his, trying to find a rhythm. He knew he shouldn’t try to direct her movement. So he let her take the lead, let her do what she needed. Soon, she tore her mouth away from his and pushed back against his leg, arching her back as she did. An incoherent shout escaped her lips for a moment before she fell forward once more.

Instinctively, Giles wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“That was. . .” Buffy gulped in some air and tried again. “That was. . .”

“Shh, Love,” Giles whispered. “Don’t try to speak. Just rest.”

He stroked her back as she relaxed against him. After a moment, he felt her breathing even out and wondered if she had fallen asleep.

“Buffy?” he whispered.

“Yeah?” she answered quietly.

“I love you.”

Buffy shifted until their eyes met. “I love you, too.” She gave him a gentle kiss.

They broke apart and shielded their eyes as the candles all flared at once, then went out.

He felt it again – the bond; he knew Buffy felt it, too.

Buffy smiled at him. “You taught me about sex. Now, teach me about making love.”

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The End
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