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"Day Shift," Buffy/Giles, FRAO
This was written back in September as a pick-me-up for kivrin, who was having a hard day.



Waking up with Giles, Buffy thought, was actually more intimate in some ways than having sex with him.

The sun was coming in the bedroom window, easing across the sill and between the sage-green curtains like warm honey. It was so different from waking up in Sunnydale that England might as well be another planet with a completely different sun, and maybe she and Giles had come through a stargate to get here instead of travelling most of the way across the U.S. in a school bus and then finally flying over in a private jet.

Buffy propped herself on one elbow and looked at her sleeping Watcher. Her lover. He really was sleeping, more relaxed than she'd ever seen him. He lay on his back with the sheets up to his ribs, one arm trailing off the bed, the other curled over his stomach; his face was turned away, his mouth slightly open, and he was snoring, a soft steady buzz. The light was warm and golden, yet it did nothing to soften the lines in his face or the scars on his body. But Buffy knew that if she touched him suddenly, for once he wouldn't jerk awake right away and reach for a weapon. He felt safe. So did she.

She slithered out of the bed as gently as possible and crept off to the bathroom. Once she'd used the toilet, she figured she might as well take a slug of mouthwash and maybe fix her hair--she laughed. No. No more worrying about that. The Hellmouth was closed and she was still alive and last night she'd made love with Rupert Giles. She went back to bed.

As she slid under the covers, Giles reached for her. She found herself cradled in his arms, nose to nose with him and looking into a greenish-brown blur with what might have been a smile below it.

"You were gone," he said. His voice was still soft and husky, as it had been through a lot of last night.

"Bathroom," she said. "I'm back now."

"That's good." He kissed her, briefly. "Come to think of it--"

Giles rolled away, threw off the covers, and stood up, casually naked in the sun. Buffy stared at him, surprised by Shameless!Giles, and pleased at the same time. He grinned as he circled around the bed to get to the bathroom. She got a good look at his solid upper body, at the hair on his belly, at his bits swinging against his thighs, and at his amazingly cute butt. Oh yes. That was the lover who'd been on top of her last night, moving in her and with her, kissing her and saying... really inspiring things. Rupert Giles. She sighed.

While he was out of the room, Buffy ditched the t-shirt she'd snagged to sleep in and pulled the covers up to her neck. Giles got back into bed, humming under his breath, and she rolled toward him, bare and eager, and wound her arms around his neck. He pulled her close, laughing, and kissed her breathless; apparently he was not the type who worries about morning breath.

Giles let go of her mouth only to bury his lips in her throat and start looking for a sensitive spot, while his hands roamed *everywhere*--her back, her bottom, her breasts, her hair. She wiggled, feeling his cock hard against her stomach. "You want to *again*?" she teased. "At your age?"

He raised his head and gave her one of his mild-mannered librarian looks. "You've rejuvenated me." He twined his fingers in her hair--he knew just how to do that--and kissed her forehead. "And I've dreamed about this for years... making love to you, in daylight...."

His voice went even huskier then, and Buffy's vision blurred with the sudden tears. This man had always had her heart; why had she waited so long to share her body? Yes, there had been good, sensible reasons, none of which mattered now. The past was sealed over like the Hellmouth; the future started here. She drew away from her lover and spread herself out on the bed.

Giles took the invitation, draping himself atop Buffy and kissing her again. With his weight partly on his elbows, he could kiss his way down to her breasts, with a stop along the way to visit her throat, and be in the perfect position to lavish attention on her breasts, to kiss and lick and suckle and nip until she twisted and arched underneath him. Buffy whimpered when he drifted southward again, but the sunlight on her skin was like another caress, touching all the places he had tasted, and he was kissing her belly and the insides of her thighs and murmuring dirty words in Latin, oh, such a sweet tongue. His hands cupped her buttocks and kneaded roughly as he licked her, until she was shaking and moaning for the one sensation his mouth couldn't quite give her--that stab deep inside.

But she pushed him down onto his back first and took his cock into her mouth, and that was sweet, too, rolling that warm silky skin on her tongue. Rupert moaned soulfully, "Oh, oh," and Buffy took his deep, loving that he was beyond words, because of her. He reached for her and she settled down on him, easing his cock into her cunt with one hand, and leaned over his chest so he could wrap his arms around her and pull her close, pull her down.

"Oh, Buffy." Rupert groaned. "Beautiful Buffy."

She could see his face, and he could see her, too, see where he was touching her as he kneaded her breasts and toyed with her nipples and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She tried to keep moving, but sometimes he made her come so hard that she just had to be still, while her whole body tensed up, coiled and uncoiled. She yowled and he encouraged her, "Yes! let me hear it, let me hear how good it feels."

She didn't resist when he shifted and pushed her beneath him, cradling her head in his hands. He pushed back in and began a stronger, faster rhythm, and she discovered that yes, she could come again, and again, and again. In the daylight, with her lover, her Watcher, her Rupert, with the sun pouring over them and if they went up in flames, they did it together. Together.