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?"
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.
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.
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