Buffy smiled as she lifted her wine glass and took a sip. “I’m still not sure what the special occasion is, but…I’m having a wonderful time.”

He grinned and sat back in his chair, his wine glass held delicately by the stem. “It’s an anniversary…of sorts.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Not wedding, because we still have about seven months.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m well aware of when our wedding anniversary is, Buffy. It’s more of an anniversary for me…but, do I really need an excuse to take you out for an evening?”

“Well, no…not really.” She placed her glass back on the table and tilted her head as she listened to a song play through the speakers. “Wanna dance?”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling as he stood up and reached for her hand. As she stood beside of him, he looked down and met her eyes.

“Do you think you can control yourself for one song?”

She rolled her eyes in amusement. “I’m nearly thirty years old, Giles. I’m pretty sure I can dance with you without molesting you.”

“Pity.”

Hearing the barely audible mumble, her eyes darted to his face. “Do you think you can control yourself for one song?”

“Bloody Slayer hearing.” He sighed as he stepped onto the dancefloor, quickly pulling her into his arms.

She laughed and slid her hands up his chest. “Nearly seven years of marriage, three kids…and you still want me to publicly molest you?”

“Molestation isn’t exactly what I’m after.” He smiled down at her as he moved his hands to her hips. “A gentle teasing promise should suffice…”

She licked her lips as she ran her fingertip over the pale scar tissue visible above his collar. “I’d promise you the world.”

His eyes darkened slightly and he cleared his throat. “You’ve given me the world time and time again. And do you know what I’ve found?”

She swayed to the music, slipping her fingers into the hair covering the nape of his neck. “What have you found?”

“You…and our children…are all I need.”

She gently pulled his head down and kissed him soundly. His hands tightened briefly on her hips as he returned the kiss. She pulled away slowly as the song ended and smiled lovingly at him.

“We actually made it through a dance.”

He chuckled softly, grazing his fingertips along her cheek. “Wonders never cease…”

“So this anniversary of yours…”

He grinned, taking her hand in his and leading her back to the table. “Will be explained in due time, I assure you.”

She looked into his eyes as she sat down. “I love you.”

He returned the sentiment, love shining in his eyes as he motioned for the waiter.

* * *

She glanced over at him as he navigated the dark road, singing softly along with the song playing on the radio.

“Pull over.”

“Excuse me?” He slowed down a little and furrowed his brow.

“Pull over.” She pointed towards the side of the road. “There. Pull over there.”

He did as she asked, moving the car a few metres from the side of the road and shifting the transmission into ‘park’. He stared out the window and into the trees lining the road.

“Did you see something?”

“Yeah…” She smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching over and killing the ignition. “A man who really needs to kiss me right now.”

He turned towards her, darting his eyes to her lips before meeting her gaze. “Buffy?”

“Kiss me.” She whispered, her fingers toying with his tie.

He licked his lips and swallowed, his voice deepening with a sudden desire. “If I kiss you right now, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

She grinned, arching an eyebrow. “Nothing wrong with that.”

He lifted his hand, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Except for the fact that we’re sitting on the side of a road…and should anyone drive by, they’d be able to see everything.”

Her tongue darted out and licked the pad of his thumb. “Then I suggest you move the car because I’m about five seconds away from climbing onto your lap and – ”

“Dear Lord, Buffy…” He interrupted her, fumbling with the key in the ignition as her hand pressed against his groin.

She rubbed his growing erection slowly, licking a warm path up the side of his neck to his ear as the engine roared to life. She whispered huskily into his ear as he placed his hand over hers, stilling her motion but increasing the pressure.

“Less than a quarter of a mile ahead…there’s a road on the right.”

“Mm-hm…” He groaned softly as she pulled his earlobe into her mouth, using her teeth to lightly tug on his earring. “Where does it lead?”

“Behind this line of trees…that will separate the car from the road.”

He swallowed and took a shaky breath. “Are you sure?”

“About the road or the fact that I want you right now?” She smiled as he pushed her hand harder against his erection. “Doesn’t matter… ‘cause I’m sure about both…”

“A quarter of a mile?” He whispered thickly.

She gave him a gentle squeeze before removing her hand and settling back in her seat. “Less than…”

He gave a quick nod and glanced at her as he shifted the car into ‘drive’.

* * *

He had almost missed the hidden turn, but followed Buffy’s instructions and pulled off the side road into a small clearing surrounded by a clump of trees. He briefly wondered how she knew about this place and almost asked her. But her mouth hungrily devouring the side of his neck took his mind off the question.

He inhaled sharply as her hand unbuckled his belt and then quickly worked to free his aching cock. She circled her fingers around his hard shaft and stroked him slowly as she plunged her tongue into his mouth.

A groan rumbled in his chest as he thrust into her hand. The movement caused his knee to hit the steering wheel and he broke the kiss, cursing softly.

“You okay?”

He chuckled as he shook his head. “I’m fifty-one years old, Buffy…and I’ve been persuaded to park on an abandoned road to partake in sexual activities with my twenty-eight year old wife. I think I’m far from ‘okay’.”

She grinned and rubbed her thumb across the head of his cock. “So, you’re not okay…but, in a good way?”

He hissed pleasurably and stared into her eyes. “In a very good way.”

Her tongue darted out and wet her lips as she knelt in her seat. He swallowed and moved his hand to her thigh, sliding it underneath the skirt she was wearing. She shifted slightly, giving him more room as his hand steadily crept towards her core.

“I’m so wet for you, Giles.”

He smiled lustfully as his fingers edged under her silk underwear and brushed across her damp curls. “So you are.”

He twisted in his seat to face her, hitting his knee against the steering wheel once more. “Damn!”

She winced sympathetically and gestured towards the backseat with a tilt of her head. “We could always go back there…”

“Car seats.” He muttered as he reached around her and flipped the lever to lower the back of the passenger seat.

She grinned as he began to manuever himself to her side of the car. “Or…this could work…”

He placed his right knee on the seat between her legs and looked down at her. “This is still going to be a little cramped, but…maybe if you move further up on the back of the seat…”

She nodded and complied with his request, suddenly glad that the seat had the ability to lay completely flat unlike a lot of other models. “Do you have enough room now?”

“Just…I think.” He smiled as she pulled her skirt up. “You’re sure about this?”

She groaned in frustration, sliding her underwear down and off. “I swear, Giles…if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to explode!”

He positioned himself above her, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. “Well, we can’t have that…can we?”

She moaned as he gently pushed his erection into her. He glanced around, glad that the windows were tinted even though they were basically still dressed and the only light outside came from the crescent moon hanging in the sky.

She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, turning his head back to her. Her breathing was heavy as she spoke.

“We’re…alone. Please, Giles…I need you now.”

He started with gentle thrusts, an apologetic tone in his voice as he whispered to her. “Not much room to move…”

She bent her legs, resting her knees against his sides. “Don’t need much…”

He closed his eyes, lowering his head to the crook of her neck. “I love you.”

“You too.” She moaned as his lips nipped along her neck, his thrusts maddeningly slow. “Harder…faster…God, Giles…make me come…”

He complied eagerly, gripping the armrest on the door to steady himself as he plunged his cock into her again and again. She met his thrusts as best she could, given the small amount of room they had. She lifted her hand and gripped his tie, pulling it loose before raking her nails down the front of his shirt.

“Christ, Buffy!” He groaned as she scraped across his nipple. His hips jerked in response, pushing deeper within her.

“Yes! God, that’s it, Giles…yes…fuck me!”

Her words filtered into his desire-hazed mind and he quickened his pace, determined to give her exactly what she wanted. Her hips bucked against him, the car rocking slightly with their combined movements. He stared into her darkened eyes and licked his lips.

“Touch yourself, Buffy. Rub your clit for me while I’m fucking you.”

She whimpered at his words, feeling her orgasm building quickly. She moved her hand between them, her fingers finding her clitoris and rubbing the bundle of nerves in a tight circle.

“That’s it, love.” Realizing he was very close to his own orgasm, he smiled and lowered his mouth to her ear, his breath hot on her skin as he whispered to her. “Imagine it’s my mouth, my tongue on your clit. My tongue pressing against you as my fingers slide in and out…”

That’s all it took. Her body began trembling beneath him, her cries filling the car as her inner muscles spasmed around his thickening cock. His fingers gripped the armrest so tightly that his knuckles whitened. And still, he maintained his pace…fucking her as hard as he could throughout her orgasm.

She pulled her hand away from her quivering clit and lifted it to his mouth, tracing his lips with her moist fingers. He groaned and sucked her digits, the taste of her in his mouth finally sending him over the edge.

Her name left his lips on a delighted cry as he came forcefully within her. He slowed his thrusts until he was merely lodged inside of her, his lips placing tender kisses over her face and neck. As his flesh softened, he shifted and allowed himself to slip from her. She sighed heavily as he carefully manuevered himself back into the driver’s seat.

He cleared his throat, smiling shyly as he tucked himself back into his boxers before zipping and buttoning his trousers. “Well, I…um…I didn’t know if that would actually be possible.”

She chuckled softly, raising the back of the seat into its proper position. “We should get a bigger car.”

He laughed and leaned over, kissing her lips. “I’m not sure if wanting more room for sexual purposes is a valid excuse for buying a new car.”

She smacked his arm lightly and shook her head in amusement. “That would just be a bonus. Seriously…three kids…one in a booster and one still in a proper car seat…we should get a bigger car.”

He grinned and, after making sure they were somewhat presentable, reached for the key and started the ignition. “We’ll see. For now, we should probably get home. I would imagine that Joyce has had her hands full with her grandchildren.”

Buffy nodded in agreement, smiling as Giles carefully navigated the car back onto the main road.