Title: Getting to the Point
Author: Jae Kayelle
Feedback: bcunningham@sk.sympatico.cab
Summary: Giles and Faith get acquainted.
"So, G, what do you do for excitement around here?"
Giles looked up from his book. Everyone but Faith had gone.
He vaguely remembered hearing the others say something about
going to the Bronze.
He glanced at his new charge. "I think Buffy and the others
were headed for the Bronze. They say it's the only place to
uh, hang out in Sunnydale."
Faith snapped her gum then walked over and hopped up on the
table beside him. She pushed his book out of the way and
slid over so that she was directly in front of him.
"Yeah. I heard them." She leaned down until she was almost
in his face. "But I asked what you do for excitement."
"Oh." He blinked. "Well, this is about it, I'm afraid. As
Buffy's Watcher -- and now yours, for the time being -- I
don't really have time for...excitement."
"Uh huh." She stared at him.
"Yes?"
"That's not what Xander said."
"Don't believe everything that Xander says. In fact, don't
believe anything Xander says." He paused. "Um, what did he
say, precisely?"
Faith swung her legs so that they swooshed by on either side
of his knees. "Oh, just that you practically live here in
the library -- pretty much by choice. Sounds boring."
"As I said, I don't have time for...anything...much..."
Uncomfortable talking about his non-existent social life, he
trailed off and reached for his book, attempting to return
to his reading.
After a moment, he felt Faith's continuous stare.
"Yes?" He looked up at her.
"You really are cute, y'know."
"You don't have to score points with me, Faith." He
brightened a bit, nonetheless.
"Not why I said that." She reached out and caressed his
cheek with her fingertips. He jerked his head back and she
grabbed his tie pulling him closer. Placing a hand atop
hers he tried to regain possession of his tie but she
wouldn't let go.
Faith laughed. "We can play tug-of-war if you like but your
neck is on the line here. 'Course," she leaned closer,
elbows on her knees, until they were nose to nose and he
could feel her hot breath tickling across his face, "if you
start to lose conciousness I could give you mouth...to
mouth."
Giles flicked his gaze away from her fascinating lips to
meet the invitation in her eyes. She was so very new and...
zesty. They did need to get to know each other better if
they were to work together. He felt the attraction sparking
between them and, he had to admit, that spending the day in
her brash company had triggered a couple of fantasies in his
sex-deprived imagination. It had been such a long time
since he had sex with a partner.
"Why wait?" he asked and moved forward to the edge of his
chair so that he could brush his lips against hers.
Faith's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought it would take
longer to seduce you."
"Complaining?"
"Not on your life, Watcher. You're not only cute, you're
sexy and your accent turns me on."
Giles slid one hand along her neck under her jaw and the other settled at her waist. Tugging gently he brought her
closer and kissed her slowly, giving the act all of his
concentration. He broke if off a little bit at a time.
Faith shoved her fingers into his hair and dragged him back
so that she could return the favour. His mouth opened
allowing her access to his tongue which she stroked with
hers. The kiss continued -- half exploratory, half a war
for dominance -- until they ran out of air. Faith sucked on
his lower lip then released him.
They were both breathing hard. Their gazes locked.
"Your glasses are fogging up," Faith told him.
Giles stood abruptly, the chair scraping along the floor as
it was pushed away. Setting his glasses safely aside, he
put one hand on either side of Faith, resting his weight on
the table as he resumed the kiss. Then he placed his hands
on her knees and forced her legs apart, stepping in between
her thighs. One hand slid up the outside of her leg until
it lay on her hip. The other sneaked under the bottom edge
of her mid-riff top. Pushing the material out of the way he
exposed her bra-less breasts.
Faith pulled the top over her head and threw it aside. She
smiled at the look on his face.
"Like what you see?"
By way of answer, Giles put both hands on her hips and
wrenched her up against his crotch. Faith's legs wound
around his waist. Leaning back, elbows on the table, she
leisurely rubbed herself against him, a half-smile on her
face. His erection was growing but all he did was close his
eyes and play her little game, responding in kind, moving
his hips back and forth very slowly.
Finally, Faith grew impatient and sat up reaching for him.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she complained and
loosened his tie enough to lift it over his head. Then she
started to work on the buttons of his shirt, shoving the
suspenders off his shoulders and pulling his shirt tail out
of his trousers. When her fingers closed in on his fly he
pushed her hands away and opened his pants himself.
He left his erection straining to get free as he grabbed
Faith's slacks at the waist and yanked them down to her
knees and then over her feet and off, taking her panties and
shoes with them. Only then did he let his cock out and
quickly moved back between her legs.
Faith pushed his pants and shorts down over his hips.
"I need skin on skin, Watcher-man." She took his cock in
her warm hands and softly stroked it while Giles leaned down
to kiss her breasts. Then he placed his mouth on one nipple
and suckled it. Faith's head dropped back. Her breathing
grew harsh. Her eyes closed while she held his head to her
breast.
Giles switched to the other one but after a moment he lifted
his head and reclaimed her mouth, leaning way over the table
to get to it. Faith wriggled backwards until her entire
body was on the table. Giles climbed up and lay down on top
of her, taking up his position between her legs. Her knees
came up on either side of his hips, her feet lifted and
locked behind him, the pressure she was exerting nearly
at breaking force.
Giles looked back over his shoulder. "If you hold me that
tightly I won't be able to do anything more."
Faith grunted and loosened her clench. Smiling up at him
she said, "Don't want to deprive you of your fun. Or mine."
Running his palm over her hard, flat stomach, Giles began to
nibble on her neck, worrying the skin just below the
collarbone with his teeth. Faith moaned quietly, loving
both the feral and gentle aspects of his lovemaking. But
she wanted action. Now.
Grabbing him roughly by the ears she hauled his head up so
she could see his eyes.
"Fuck me, Watcher."
He grinned at her. "We do it my way or not at all."
"That's what you think." Using her legs she flipped him
over on his back, rolling them both over on the table.
Straddling his hips she reached between her thighs and
grasped his cock, squeezing hard. Giles groaned loudly.
"Jesus!" he gasped.
"Like that, do you?" Faith remained kneeling over him and
began to slide down over his straining cock. Waiting until
she was firmly impaled on him, Giles heaved upwards and
twisted his body taking them both over one more rotation.
They fell off the table. They landed on the floor with twin
grunts, Faith on her back and Giles imbedded deeply inside
her.
Faith screamed as the force of the impact nearly tore her
inside out but it was a scream of mindless pleasure rather
than one of pain. She convulsed, wildly bucking her hips to
get more of him, to increase the sensation, then she
screamed again and stilled. Giles rode her wave of orgasmic
bliss through to nearly the end and he exploded, starbursts
of colours swimming behind his eyeballs. He lowered himself
so that his head rested on her chest. He dragged his tongue
over her salty skin once and closed his eyes, trying to get
his breathing under control. Under his cheek, Faith's heart
pounded wildly. Then she chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Giles asked, not moving an inch.
"This is so gonna hurt later."
At last lifting his head, Giles looked at her and caught her
meaning.
His knees would never be the same, he knew that, and he
could imagine how sore her back and shoulders and ass were
going to be by morning. But she was a Slayer and would heal
quickly. He would just deal with his own bruises as best he
could.
