Life on a Hellmouth – Chapter Eighty-Two

Giles smiled as Buffy slid into the bed beside of him. “And you were worried about me coming to bed?”

Buffy chuckled and snuggled against him, draping her arm over his stomach. “Sorry. Our son is making things difficult sometimes.”

He wrapped his arm around her, his fingers tracing indistinct shapes along her side. “Everything alright?”

“Mm, yeah. Just continuous trips to the bathroom.” She sighed happily and kissed his chest before resting her head on his shoulder. “What do you think about the sword just…disappearing?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought. “Odd, but not unheard of. Normally it occurs when the weapon is magically bound to the owner. However, the owner’s visage is normally etched on the hilt. The last I checked, a vampire was not a three-horned demon without a mouth.”

“I’ll help you research it in the morning, if you want.”

He smiled and turned his head towards her. “That would be most appreciative.”

When she looked into his eyes, he saw questions floating in her hazel irises. “What’s on your mind, Buffy?”

“Willow’s worried about Oz.”

He sighed softly. “Yes, I had a feeling about that.”

“Did he say anything to you? I mean, about…maybe being interested in someone else or something?” She asked carefully.

“Good heavens, no. In fact, it was quite the opposite.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So…why is he pushing her away?”

Giles took a deep breath, debating on whether or not to discuss the issue with his wife. Realizing that Oz hadn’t requested that he keep it to himself, and probably assumed that Giles would discuss it with Buffy, he rested his hand on her hip and spoke softly.

“Oz has been doing research on a cure for lycanthropy.”

“Huh?”

“Werewolfism.” He clarified softly. “He…didn’t wish to raise Willow’s hopes, so he’s kept it to himself. Until tonight.”

Buffy pushed herself up and looked down at him. “But…you’ve always said there is no cure.”

He nodded slowly, reaching up to lightly touch the side of her swollen breast. “Technically, there isn’t. However, he may have uncovered a way to suppress the beast.”

“What? How?” She whispered.

“Spells, a few charms.” He shifted slightly. “It very well could work. I’m going to contact a few friends tomorrow. I…have in my possession a talisman that could possibly work.”

“You have a talisman that cures werewolves?”

“Not exactly.” He pulled her over his body until she was straddling his left thigh. His eyes darkened a shade when he felt her heat on his skin. “You found the talisman one night on patrol. The one with Phoenician markings?”

She rotated her hips gently, closing her eyes as his skin rubbed against her clitoris. “Mm…I, uh…I think I remember…God, that feels nice.”

His hand moved to circle his quickly hardening cock, gently stroking the flesh as she pressed harder against him. “Mm-hm. Yes, it does.” He swallowed, his eyes lowering to watch her grind against his leg. “The, uh…the talisman you found…is, uh…quite similar to…”

When he trailed off, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her, desire heavy in his eyes.

“Giles?” She whispered, her lust for him deepening her voice.

His cock twitched in his hand. “Come here.”

She smiled and rotated her hips in the opposite direction. “You were…telling me about the talisman?”

He raised his thigh slightly, increasing the pressure. “It can wait.” He licked his lips and stroked his erection harder. “Please come here now.”

She moved slowly up his body, dragging her core along his torso. When she had positioned herself with her knees resting on either side of his head, she looked down at him.

“Is this where you want me?”

He released his cock and ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, nodding slowly. “God, yes.”

As she leaned forward and gripped the headboard, he gently grasped her hips and pulled her down to his mouth. He inhaled her scent deeply before slipping his tongue into her folds.

Buffy moaned softly as he used the tip of his tongue to trace each individual fold before circling her clit. She reached down with one hand, winding her fingers in his hair.

“Giles…”

He looked up at her flushed face, smiling inwardly as he suddenly covered her hardened nub with his mouth. Her hips bucked against him and he tightened his grip on her, holding her steady against his mouth. His tongue moved quickly, flicking against her clit before flattening and pressing hard against it.

“Oh God…suck it, Giles…please…” She groaned loudly.

He growled against her sensitive flesh, moving his right hand from her hip as he complied with her request. He gently held her clit between his teeth, suckling on the flesh, as his middle finger carefully pushed into her warm channel.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as she threw her head back, growling his name with her lust-laden voice. He removed his finger, immediately replacing it with his thumb and sliding his moisture-coated finger to her anus. As he gently circled the puckered opening, his eyes met hers…his asking a silent question.

“God, yes…yes, Giles…” She whimpered as she struggled to keep as still as possible.

He flicked his tongue against her clit again as he eased his finger into her anus. He held still for a moment, lightly caressing her swollen flesh with his tongue as he waited for her to give him the go ahead.

She swallowed thickly as her muscles relaxed against the intrusion. She looked down at him, smiling lazily. “Now…”

A groan rumbled in his chest as he slowly thrust both digits into her. He picked a slow rhythm, gently building her orgasm as his tongue bathed her clit. She gripped the headboard with both hands, holding herself steady as she moaned his name.

“Please, Giles…make me come…”

He paused briefly before suddenly increasing the speed of his thrusting fingers. His thumb stroked her inner walls as he sucked hard at her clitoris. As she began moving her hips in time with his hand and mouth, he felt the familiar sensation of his own impending orgasm. He groaned against her flesh, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

“God, Giles…love you…” Her knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on the headboard.

His tongue moved at a frenzied pace, licking and flicking the hardened nub in his mouth. His thumb and finger twisted inside of her, stroking the sensitive areas he had learned existed in the previous explorations of her body.

Her climax crested suddenly, screaming his name as her fluids flooded over his thumb, running down to his wrist before dripping onto his throat. He suckled harder at the pulsing bundle of nerves as a second orgasm washed over her. At her loud whimper of ecstasy, he groaned against her flesh and came violently, his semen landing on his torso.

She reached down with a trembling hand, shaking fingers brushing through his damp hair in a silent request for him to stop. He gradually slowed his ministrations until he was placing tender kisses along her heated flesh.

She moved slowly, dragging her spent body down his torso until she had enough room to lean down for a kiss. He brushed his moisture-coated thumb across her bottom lip, groaning softly as she pulled it into his mouth and licked it clean.

“Buffy…”

She looked into his eyes as his thumb slipped from her mouth. She held his trembling hand in hers as she lovingly ran her tongue along the path of fluids to his wrist. She carefully eased her body from his, kneeling beside of him. She smiled as she looked down at his body.

“You’re a mess…” She whispered softly. “I should probably clean you up.”

He moaned as she proceeded to do just that, starting with his lips and chin before collecting the stray droplets from his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed under her lips as he swallowed thickly. She grinned against his skin as she moved lower, using her tongue to clean his seed from his own skin.

His chest heaved as she finished cleaning his body and laid down beside of him. She rubbed his chest soothingly and draped one leg over him.

“You okay, honey?”

He chuckled softly. “Oh, yes.”

He turned his head and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. They groaned simultaneously as his tongue swept into her mouth, mingling their essences with one another.

He broke the kiss slowly, pulling back only far enough to look into her eyes. “You…never cease to amaze me.”

She furrowed her brow lightly in confusion. “I didn’t do anything…”

He smiled and lifted his hand, caressing her cheek with his fingers. “Oh, but you did, darling.”

“What did I do?” She whispered, leaning into his touch.

“You fell in love with me.” He whispered back, smiling as her eyes glistened.

“Oh…that?” When he nodded slowly, she returned his smile. “Not such a hard thing to do, Giles.”

He sighed sleepily as she placed her head on his shoulder and draped her arm over his torso once more. “I love you, Buffy.”

“Mm…love you too.”

She closed her eyes, contenting herself by listening to his breathing even out as sleep took him quickly. She nestled into his embrace, smiling as she followed him into slumber.