Biology – Chapter Two

Joyce had been in England for a little over a week. She had been prepared to stay in a hotel, but Buffy would have none of it. She wasn’t sure how long she was going to be able to stay, but she was making the most of her time with her family.

She found herself hoping that she’d still be in the country when Willow gave birth. She had always thought of Willow as a second daughter and it was obvious that Willow was very close to the end of her pregnancy.

She sighed softly and smiled. The children were absolutely gorgeous. Buffy sent pictures regularly and she talked to them often on the phone, but pictures and phone conversations were poor substitutes for holding them in her arms.

Braden looked more like Rupert every day, Haddie looked exactly like Buffy…only she had her father’s eyes. Lucas inherited features from both of his parents. What Joyce noticed most about Lucas was his apparent love of books. She chuckled, knowing exactly which of his parents that had come from.

She looked up when she heard the front door open. She smiled warmly as her daughter and son-in-law walked into the living room.

“You’re back earlier than I was expecting.”

Giles chuckled and pulled his tie free. “We’re not really used to staying out these days. Richmond may not be demon-free, but it doesn’t require long patrols. Besides, we prefer to spend most of our time with the children.”

Buffy grinned and plopped onto the couch next to her mother. “How were they tonight?”

“Angels.”

Buffy narrowed her eyes playfully. “No, I was talking about Braden, Lucas, and Haddie.”

Joyce rolled her eyes. “Seriously, they were angels. Braden and Lucas are very close, aren’t they?”

“Joined at the hip, most of the time. And they’re both very protective of Haddie.” Giles stated as he sat down in the chair.

“They made me laugh…the boys. And, I’m glad that you let me know how much they know of your lives…”

Giles sighed heavily. “What did they do?”

Joyce chuckled. “They were playing ‘Watchers’. Though Lucas maintained he was more of a researcher.”

Buffy laughed loudly. “And what did they do with Haddie?”

“Oh, Haddie…she was the damsel in distress. Lucas did all of the research and Braden directed his Slayer on the best way to save the damsel.”

Giles snorted in amusement. “And his Slayer?”

Joyce grinned and leaned back against the cushions. “I was his Slayer. Because…according to Watcher Braden…it makes perfect sense for the Slayer’s mother to be a pretend Slayer.”

Buffy shook her head, her smile showing in her eyes. “Any trouble getting them to bed?”

“No…but Lucas wouldn’t let me leave until I’d read him three stories.” She reached over and brushed her daughter’s hair with her fingers. “How was your evening?”

“Wonderful.” Buffy sighed softly and glanced at her husband. “Though…he still hasn’t told me what the anniversary is.”

Giles smiled warmly and twisted the onyx ring on his right pinky. “You may be disappointed, Buffy.”

Buffy scoffed. “I really doubt that anything could disappoint me after tonight…”

Giles blushed and glanced at Joyce as he cleared his throat. “Be that as it may…”

“Please tell me.”

He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “On this night, thirteen years ago…” He smiled as he watched her mentally calculate the years. “I pledged my life to you.”

“Huh?” She whispered, her brow furrowing in confusion.

He stood and made his way to the couch, choosing to kneel in front of her instead of sitting next to her. “Merrick knew his time was running out when he was appointed your Watcher. The night before he left England for Los Angeles, he came to my flat. He asked that I take over your training should anything happen to him.”

Buffy’s eyes widened. He smiled and lifted his hand, his fingers gently stroking her cheek.

“That night, I swore my Oath to the Slayer…to you. I vowed to train you to the best of my ability. Merrick would send me letters of your progress. He said that you were…special.” He tilted his head slightly as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“The day I met you in the library, I realized what he meant. And it was on that day that I vowed to do everything I could to protect you. I didn’t know then that I would fall in love with you. I didn’t know that we would eventually get married and have three beautiful children. But…I knew that you were special. And I knew that the world was infinitely better with you in it.”

He swallowed as his thumb brushed a tear from her cheek. Hearing Joyce’s soft sniffle, Buffy and Giles both looked at her. Joyce wiped her face and shrugged.

“You just…have a way with words.”

Giles reddened and Buffy smiled broadly, lifting her hand to run her fingers through her husband’s hair. “He really does, doesn’t he?”

Buffy turned her eyes back to Giles and sighed happily. “So…you took me out for a wonderful dinner with dancing and…um…conversation…to celebrate the night you made the decision to put up with me?”

Joyce chuckled, not missing Buffy’s hesitation on the word ‘conversation’. Giles blushed heavily and lowered his eyes, knowing exactly why Joyce was chuckling.

Buffy raised an eyebrow and looked at her mother. “What’s so funny?”

Joyce waved her hand and laughed again. “Oh, nothing. Just…well, your father and I used to have ‘conversations’ before we came home from a night out after you were born…”

“Oh, God…that is so much more information than I needed!” Buffy groaned.

Joyce’s laughter ebbed, though the smile still shone in her eyes. “I’m just happy that the two of you are…well, happy. I have one question though.”

Giles’ eyes were still downcast, seemingly studying Buffy’s rings. Buffy looked at her mother intently. Joyce took a deep breath and glanced between the two.

“Any plans for a fourth?”

Buffy’s eyes widened and Giles’ head snapped up, as they asked the same question simultaneously.

“What?”

Joyce grinned and shrugged her shoulder. “It’s just that you’re still young…and you’re wonderful parents. I wasn’t sure if you were going to try for another girl or…”

“It, uh…we haven’t discussed it, actually.” Giles stammered softly.

Buffy took hold of his hand and cleared her throat. “Even if we do decide to have another baby, it’ll be a while. I mean, Haddie’s only eight months old.”

Seeing how uncomfortable her son-in-law was, Joyce backtracked quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep any – ”

Giles shook his head quickly. “No, you didn’t, Joyce. It’s just…well, it caught me off-guard.” He offered her a warm smile to let her know he wasn’t upset. “As I said, we haven’t discussed it, but…it’s not something I’m opposed to…later down the road.”

Buffy grinned, lightly squeezing his hand. “Yet…we don’t know what Haddie’s going to be like when she’s two.”

“Yes.” Giles agreed, his eyes twinkling. “If she’s anything like the stories I’ve heard about you…”

Buffy slapped his arm playfully. “Hey!”

He merely grinned, though his eyes darkened half a shade as he looked at her. Joyce shook her head in amusement and glanced at the clock.

“Right…well, it’s been a long night and I am a bit tired.” She stood up and stretched. “I think I’m going to head off to bed myself.”

Buffy stood and gave her mother a tight hug. “Sleep well and…thank you.”

Joyce tilted her head, her eyes asking a silent question. Buffy shrugged and kissed Joyce’s cheek.

“For coming to England…for watching the kids tonight…for being you.”

Joyce sighed in contentment and gave Buffy a kiss. “You’re welcome…for everything.”

* * *

Giles turned off the light and pulled Buffy against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on her abdomen as he placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

“Buffy?”

“Mm?”

“How did you know about that road?”

She smiled and rolled over to face him. “You aren’t the only one who researches…”

He grinned and brushed her hair back from her face. “So…you planned it, then?”

“Maybe.” She teased as she placed her hand on his chest. “I knew what I wanted…and I knew that I couldn’t have it here.”

His brow furrowed. “Pardon?”

She leaned into him, kissing his lips as her fingers found his nipple. “I wanted…needed…you to fuck me tonight.”

He groaned softly, his nipple hardening under her touch. “Buffy…”

She smiled, moving her lips to his chin. “I’ve gotten pretty good at controlling my volume when we make love…but, not so much when your cock is pounding into me.”

“Christ…” He whispered huskily, his erection emerging as she continued talking to him.

“When you fuck me, I can’t stop the screams.” Her tongue flicked against his skin as she gently scratched her nails down his torso. “Of course, neither can you…”

“No…I can’t.” He agreed with a hiss as her fingers edged under the waistband of his pajama pants. “Dear Lord, Buffy…”

She smiled, curling her fingers around his erection. He inhaled sharply as she began to stroke him and slipped his hand underneath her top.

“Did I not satisfy you earlier?”

“Mm…you definitely satisfied me. I love the way you fuck me…you always satisfy me.”

He thrust into her hand, grazing his fingers along her ribcage. “If that’s true…what’s the meaning – ”

“Of this?” She finished for him, grinning as he gave her a quick nod. She licked her lips and gently pushed him until he was lying on his back. “This is me wanting to taste you.”

He moaned her name, closing his eyes as she kissed her way down his chest. He lifted his hips when she tugged at his pants, allowing her to slide them down his legs. She looked at his face, sliding her fingertip along the underside of his cock.

“Giles?”

“Mm?”

“Are you okay with this?”

He forced his eyes open and stared at her. He nodded slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Please, Buffy…”

She grinned, keeping her eyes locked with his as she lowered her mouth to his erection. She pulled the head between her lips, flicking her tongue against the sensitive flesh. He lifted his hand and brushed his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head with his palm.

“Harder…” He whispered thickly.

She smiled inwardly, complying with his request. She knew that he wanted her to make him come quickly. She slid her mouth down his shaft, pressing her tongue against the throbbing vein. He grunted in response, his hips arching towards her.

She watched as his eyes fluttered and then closed in pleasure. She took the opportunity to slip her fingers between her legs, coating them in the moisture gathered in her warm channel.

She increased her suction, bobbing her head in time with his gentle thrusts. She watched him carefully, waiting for the right time. She felt his cock thicken in her mouth and knew the time was nearly there.

She allowed him one more thrust before grabbing his hip with her left hand, stilling his movement. His eyes snapped open as she moved the moisture-covered fingers of her right hand between his buttocks. He stifled his groan when he felt her middle finger gently slip into the puckered orifice and nudge against the sphincter.

He stared into her eyes, his vision blurred through his darkened eyes. She recognized the plea in his unfocused eyes and sucked harder as she pushed past the tight muscle. He fought to control his groans as she began thrusting into him, her finger pressing against his prostate with each thrust.

“Buffy…Jesus…”

She mumbled incoherently around his cock as she quickened her strokes. His hips bucked against her as she moved her free hand to stroke his shaft.

His body trembled beneath her, his left hand gripping the sheets. When he moaned her name, she tightened her grip and pressed hard against the sensitive spot inside of him. With one last hard suck on the head, he exploded in her mouth.

She swallowed greedily, easing her grip on him as she continued to lightly stroke his prostate. His trembling fingers touched her cheek, his unspoken request for her to stop. She carefully removed her finger and used her tongue to clean his flesh before allowing it to slip from her mouth.

She crawled up his body and smiled as he reached for her. He panted heavily as he wrapped his arms around her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. His groan rumbled in his chest, tasting himself on her tongue.

She kissed him slowly, lovingly caressing his chest as he ran his warm hands down her back. She pulled from the kiss and looked into his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded.

“My God, Buffy…”

She smiled and laid her body next to him as she ran her fingers through the soft hair on his chest. “I love you, Giles.”

“I love you too. Christ, I love you…” He whispered, exhaustion evident in his voice

She rested her head on his shoulder, draping her leg over his thigh. “We should get some sleep…”

“Mm-hm.” He mumbled softly, turning his head to place a tender kiss in her hair.

She grinned, feeling his heart rate calm under her touch. She closed her eyes, allowing his deep breaths to lull her into sleep.