Adarog

Title: Night Air
Author: Adarog
Pairings: G/Ethan, G/Jenny, G/Xander, G/Buffy implied
Summary: Rupert Giles is alone.
Rating: FRAO
Word count: Oh, around 1300. [is too lazy to open fic again]
Notes:  An unexpected gift from my muse!  Written in two short sessions.  I don't think I've ever written a fic featuring this, um, activity.  Thanks to antennapedia and sahiya for beta.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership and am making no money.

( Night Air )

Title: Paperwhites
Author: Adarog
Pairings: Giles/Joyce
Summary: The sex doesn't make the pain go away, but Joyce is determined to make things last.
Rating: FRAO
Word count: 1227
Notes: Written for the Giles Hurt/Comfort Ficathon, to a prompt from sahiya. A sequel to my earlier G/Joyce "Chrysanthemums". Thanks to antennapedia for beta.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership and am making no money.

( Paperwhites )

A follow-up to "Extraordinary Friends". Wesley spends the summer between seasons three and four in Sunnydale. With Rupert. Thanks to kivrin and antennapedia for beta.

( The whole point of wearing jeans.... )

Set at the end of season three. On the eve of the Ascension, Wesley seeks reassurance from Giles, the more experienced Watcher. He doesn't expect the response he gets. Thanks to antennapedia and kivrin for beta.

( Buffy is an extraordinary person. She attracts extraordinary friends. )

Oh, look, I wrote gen? how did that happen? I suppose because I wrote it for the Drunken!Giles ficathon. Giles gets an unexpected visitor on the longest night of the year.

( Landslide )

A moment from Giles and Ethan's days at Oxford, written to cheer up antennapedia. The guys are Of Legal Age, U.S. or U.K.

( Bookshelves )

This was written back in September as a pick-me-up for kivrin, who was having a hard day.

( Day Shift )

No sex, but some very high-calorie Italian foods. Thanks again to kivrin for a useful prompt.

( Date Night )

This is a Giles/Ethan story written as a pinch-hit for antennapedia's Antique Roman ficathon, for a request from Antenna herself. It contains explicit sex and a large helping of magical ritual. Further notes to follow the story. Thanks to kivrin for thoughtful beta.

( Adonai )

I was drunk. They were drunk. And they made me do this: Buffy/Giles/Ethan.

( Show Me How It's Done )

I gave this prompt to antennapedia and then stole it back: Buffy and Giles, in a sexual context, talking about Giles's relationship with Ethan Rayne. So this is B/G with G/E in the background.

( An Intimate Conversation )

A follow-up to "Monsoon" and, like that story, inspired by a prompt given by kivrin. Thanks to her and antennapedia for reading along and giving a quick beta. This is a post-"Chosen" AU in which Buffy has died but Tara has not.

( Diwali )

This came out of a prompt from kivrin, which became the title. It seems to be set in an AU future, post-series perhaps, where Buffy has died but Tara is still alive.

( Monsoon )

You can blame this one on antennapedia, too. She gave me the first two sentences as a prompt.

( Overdressed )

Another Buffy/Giles fic that seems to be in the same mental space as "Belly Good" and "The Mountain of Myrrh".

( Read more... )

A companion piece to "Belly Good". Buffy is insecure; Giles waxes Biblical.

( Read more... )

Water, a drabble
Buffy/Giles

"You don’t drink enough. Here." Giles handed her a bottle of water.

Buffy drank it in one long pull, her fingers flexing on the plastic. Giles watched her fingers flex, her throat pulse, her breasts rise and fall with exertion, then more slowly, as the moment slipped away and the water soaked into her. His gaze soaked into her.

She handed him the empty bottle and he tucked it into the rucksack, for recycling later. She was looking at him oddly. "You were watching me."

"I’m your Watcher."

"Not like that. Not before."

"Yes. Always. Do you need more water?"

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Incense, a drabble
Giles/Xander

Xander had to wonder if there were drugs in that incense, because Giles was looking unusually hot tonight.

Actually, he was looking hot in both a literal sense and in what Xander guessed was a metaphorical sense. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. His sideburns were dark and shiny with wet. He had shed one shirt and sweat was gleaming in the hollow of his throat. Giles had a really nice throat, strong but smooth, and Xander wanted to bite it. In a totally non-vampy way.

Giles raised the sword. Xander kept on wondering if he'd been drugged.

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Belly Good
after a poem by Marge Piercy
Buffy/Giles

Buffy ran her hands down Giles's chest to his stomach. Certainly no washboard abs here, no smooth perfection of temporary or eternal youth. Under coarse hair, increasingly coarse as it approached his groin, the skin was tender, a little slack; she knew he did crunches every day, but there was a little shield of fat over those muscles, of Scotch and desk-sitting and those special biscuits he imported from England. Her fingers sank lower, from the dip just below his sternum to the territory below his navel. Here was no tidy trail of hair pointing down to his dick, but a wild thatch from hip to hip that merged with his pubic hair. His balls were pretty hairy, too.

Buffy curled her hand around her lover's cock, rising to meet her curiosity. She looked at Giles, and he was glancing away, that thing he did to hide his feelings when he didn't have his glasses on. She squeezed and he met her eyes, startled.

"I like real bodies," she said, smiling.