Biology – Chapter Three

Willow chuckled softly as she watched Braden and Lucas scramble to get their bags together as Giles drained his cup of coffee. Buffy took the empty cup from her husband and smiled.

“You sure you don’t mind dropping them off on your way to work?”

Giles grinned and slipped his jacket on. “It’s not as if I have to go out of my way, Buffy. Besides, I enjoy it.”

She felt a familiar tingle as she let her eyes wander over his body. He arched an eyebrow when her eyes lingered a little too long around his belt buckle. He placed a finger under her chin and gently tilted her head up, more than a little surprised to see desire smouldering in her eyes.

“Buffy?”

She placed her hand on his chest and licked her lips. “You could come back home after you drop the boys off…”

He cleared his throat softly, glancing at the couch to find Willow and Joyce deep in conversation. “What’s going on, love?”

“I want you.” She whispered lustfully, sliding her hand down his chest.

“You had me…three times last night.” He whispered back.

“Uh-huh.” She moved closer to him, her fingers brushing over the front of his trousers. “Stay home with me today…”

He chuckled softly and shook his head. “You know I can’t. Not today.”

She pouted for a minute and then reached up, sliding her arms around his neck. “Maybe I can come into town for lunch?”

He nodded and bent his head, brushing his lips across hers. “What would you like?”

“You.” She stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Buffy…” His eyes widened slightly.

She sighed heavily and licked her lips. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“Daddy, we’re ready!” Braden called cheerfully as he ran to the front door with Lucas right behind him.

“Alright.” He smiled at the two boys before turning his eyes back to Buffy. “Come for lunch.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Is that what I’m having?”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Pardon?”

“You said ‘come for lunch’. Is that kinda like ‘thai for lunch’?”

His mouth dropped open, his face flushing deeply. “Buffy!”

Hearing the exclamation, Joyce and Willow both turned towards the couple. Willow smirked when she took in the expression on his face.

Buffy had the good grace to look slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry…I didn’t – ”

“It’s alright.” Giles choked out hoarsely. “Um…what I meant was…drop by the office for lunch.”

She nodded slowly, leaning up to give him a goodbye kiss. His silent groan rumbled in his chest as she quickly pushed her tongue into his mouth. As she pressed her body tightly against his, Joyce’s eyes widened.

“Is this normal?” She whispered to Willow.

Willow coughed lightly, her hand resting on her swollen abdomen, and shook her head. “Not exactly…except for that time when Buffy gave Giles some of her blood. But even then, that was pretty much all him. This…this is Buffy…”

Feeling his body begin to respond, Giles broke the kiss and took a shaky breath. “Buffy…”

“Sorry…” She whispered and took a step back. “I’ll, uh…see you for lunch.”

He nodded slowly, confusion and concern in his eyes. “Call if you need me.”

Lucas tugging on Giles’ pant leg cut off any response she was going to give. “Daddy, time ta go!”

Buffy smiled and gestured to the door. “You should probably go now…before I decide to let Mom and Willow drop the boys off and keep you home to myself.”

He blushed lightly and picked up his car keys. “I love you.”

“You too.”

She sighed heavily as she watched the main men of her life walk out the front door.

* * *

Not long after Giles and the boys had left, Joyce had excused herself to take a shower. Willow smiled as Haddie crawled over and quickly grabbed the sofa cushion and pulled herself up.

“She’ll be walking soon.”

Buffy smiled proudly as she nodded. “Yeah, I just hope she waits until Giles is around. He missed Lucas’ first steps and it really upset him.”

Willow turned her head and regarded her best friend closely. “Are you feeling okay?”

Buffy snorted and glanced at Willow’s stomach. “I think I should be asking you that. How is she doing?”

Willow grinned and laid her arm across the top of the protrusion. “Healthy and perfectly normal…according to the doctor.” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “But…you kinda didn’t answer my question.”

Buffy exhaled slowly and ran her fingers through her hair. “I guess you’re talking about the goodbye I gave Giles earlier?”

“Mm-hm. Pretty intense…”

Buffy’s face reddened lightly. “Yeah…uh…I’m not sure what’s going on. What I do know is…” She cleared her throat and lowered her eyes. “I can’t get enough of him.”

“What do you mean?”

She glanced at Willow and smiled shyly. “I want him…all the time, lately. I mean…last night I made him pull over on the way home.”

Willow’s eyes widened. “You made out on the side of the road?”

“More than made out…” Buffy admitted quietly. “And then…we came home and went to bed. And I just felt it…I had to have him. We fell asleep and I woke up this morning around three and…”

“Wow…” Willow whispered, rubbing her stomach when her daughter kicked.

“Yeah.” She smiled down at Haddie, who had her small hands on Buffy’s knees and was giggling softly. “I mean…even now, I…well, it’s not so bad when he’s not here. But…God, I want him.”

“Any blood swapping lately?” Willow asked carefully.

“Huh?” She looked up and shook her head. “Oh, no…no exchanging of blood. Just this intense urge to throw him down every time I look into his eyes and…”

“Got it.” Willow interrupted quickly, a small smile on her face. “And…thanks for the mental imagery.”

“Sorry.” Buffy chuckled and glanced at the clock.

“So, uh…” Willow started, deciding that a change of subject might be helpful. “Novak called yesterday.”

“Oh? How is he?”

“Novak or…Angel?”

Buffy turned and stared at Willow. “Will…”

“Look, I know. I know Angel really screwed up. But, he was trying to do the right thing. And…he did destroy the Circle of the Black Thorn.”

“Giles still has nightmares about it.” Buffy responded coolly. “It took me months to get him to realize that the scar doesn’t bother me. He still won’t let me to touch it though.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive him?”

Buffy exhaled deeply. “Do you know how hard it is to explain matching vampire bite scars to a five-year-old?”

“No.” Willow replied honestly. “But, I do know that Braden has taken everything extremely well.”

Buffy nodded in agreement. “It probably helps that he pretty much worships a certain werewolf.”

Willow grinned. “I think the worship thing goes both ways. Look, I’m not trying to make you forgive Angel. But…he’s really sorry about what happened.”

Buffy arched an eyebrow. “Have you been talking to him?”

“Not much.” Willow shifted nervously. “He, uh…he’s called a couple of times. Mainly to make sure your children are okay…and Giles. He’s really upset about what Giles had to go through…especially considering…”

“That he tortured Giles for hours a few years ago?” Buffy finished softly when Willow trailed off.

“Yeah.”

Buffy took a deep breath. “You know…Giles forgave him for that. Giles has forgiven him so much. But, he…well, both of us, actually…”

She paused, searching for the right words. “It’s hard to forgive…even when you know that what happened was beyond his control. It’s hard…because he put our children in danger. Giles can forgive what Angel did to him. He can even forgive him for what Angel put me through. But…it’s different when it involves our children.”

“I know.” Willow responded softly. “Maybe in time…”

Buffy shrugged in a non-committal manner. “Maybe. But, right now isn’t the time.”

Willow gave an understanding nod and changed the subject once again, trying her best to keep Buffy’s mind occupied on something…anything…other than Giles. She didn’t want to say anything at the moment, but…Willow was concerned.

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Giles looked up, a smile on his face, as Buffy walked into his office. He had just put the finishing touches on the picnic lunch he had spread out on the office floor. She grinned at him, closing and locking the door behind her.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” He stood up and took her jacket, hanging it on the coat rack before ushering her towards the blanket. “I hope this is to your liking.”

She sat down and curled her legs underneath her. “I like…definitely. You didn’t have to go to so much trouble though.”

He sat down beside of her, chuckling as he poured a glass of wine for her. “No trouble. Joyce didn’t mind watching Haddie for a little while?”

Buffy took a sip from the glass he handed her and shook her head. “Nope. Willow was feeling a little restless, so she took Mom and Haddie into the city for the afternoon.”

Giles glanced at the window and smiled. “Beautiful day for it.”

“Mm-hm.” She inhaled sharply, feeling an intense arousal hit her. “You’re gorgeous.”

He turned to her and stared into her eyes. “I’m sorry?”

She licked her lips and placed her glass safely out of the way. “I said ‘you’re gorgeous’…and I totally mean it.”

She didn’t try to hide the desire in her eyes as she pushed herself onto her knees and draped her arms over his shoulders. He leaned into her and kissed her softly, tasting the wine on her lips.

“Buffy…” He whispered as she ran her hands up the front of his shirt.

She took his hand and slid it underneath the skirt she was wearing. She moaned as she slipped his hand into her silk underwear.

“I want you, Giles.” She rocked against his hand, her fingers pressing his fingers against her clitoris. “Oh God…I need you.”

He knew something wasn’t exactly right with this situation. He had no doubt that she desired him…and sure, there had been times when they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. But…this was different. There was a desperation in her eyes that he had never seen before.

“Buffy, wait…”

She shook her head, rocking harder against his hand…pushing herself closer to orgasm. “No…I need you…”

Even though he knew this was something that probably needed to be researched, the heat from her core was causing a reaction in him. He groaned as his cock hardened, his fingers now moving of their own volition.

He rubbed the hardened bundle of nerves as he gently pushed her back until she was lying on the blanket. He straddled her thigh, using his free hand to unbuckle his belt. As he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, he slid his finger into her warm depths.

She groaned loudly, bucking her hips against him when he added a second finger. “God…Giles…”

Her fingers grasped the blanket as she began writhing beneath him. He shook his head when he felt her inner walls begin to quiver, now determined to be inside of her when she came.

He moved quickly, ridding her of her underwear before shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs. He knelt between her legs and slid his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly towards him.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in a gravelled voice.

With some effort, she complied and wrapped her legs around his hips. “Now…Giles, please…”

He bit his lip and, with a quick nod, moved his hips forward and pushed his cock into her warm, wet core. He hissed pleasurably at the sensation of her warmth surrounding him and gently rocked his hips against her.

“How…how do you…how do you want this?” He groaned as he pushed her skirt up and glanced down at their union.

She grinned and licked her lips. “You like watching, don’t you?”

“Hm?” He mumbled absently, his hands kneading the firm flesh of her ass.

“Watching…your cock slide in and out…you like it.”

He raised his darkened eyes and met hers as he quickened his pace. “Do you know what I like watching even more?”

She shook her head, gasping as his erection brushed her g-spot with each stroke. He smiled and leaned over her, placing his left hand on the floor next to her head and gently touching her face with the fingertips of his right.

“The way your skin flushes as you near orgasm. The way your breasts heave as you gasp for breath.” He groaned as her tongue darted out and wet her lips. “The way you lick your lips…Christ, Buffy…I’m so close.”

“Me too…” She panted, her fingers grasping his tie and pulling him towards her. “I want your tongue in my mouth when I come…”

He grinned and glanced at her waiting lips. “Do you?”

“Yes…God, yes…”

He flicked his tongue against her bottom lip, causing her to groan softly. “Just…in your mouth?”

She swallowed and gave him a slight shake of her head as her hips slammed upwards against him. “No…”

“Tell me, Buffy.” He whispered in a lust-laden voice. “What do you want?”

“I want…” She trembled slightly as her inner muscles quivered.

“Yes? You want…what?” His fingers moved from her cheek to her breast, teasing her hardened nipple. “What do you want my tongue to do?”

“Oh, God…Giles!”

He growled and lightly pinched her nipple. “Tell me…quickly. You’re close, Buffy…tell me…”

“Fuck my mouth…while I come…”

“Oh, yes…” He groaned, lowering his mouth to hers and plunging his tongue inside.

His tongue thrust in an alternating rhythm with his cock. Her trembling increased, her fingers clutching at his shirt-covered back. He swallowed her scream as her orgasm crashed over her, flooding his erection as he continued his thrusts.

His mind registered the sound of material ripping. When he felt her nails scrape across his bare skin, he shuddered and came violently within her. He slowed his thrusts gradually until he collapsed beside of her, his lips brushing over her neck as his softening cock slipped from her.

“Jesus…” She gasped, her body still trembling.

“Buffy?” He whispered, his hand sliding down her body to rest on her hip.

She turned her head towards him, hearing the concern in his voice. “Huh?”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered back, her voice quivering with something near fear. “I really don’t know.”

He pulled her into his arms and took a deep, albeit shaky, breath. “I’ll call Amelia in a little while. I think…I think we need to research this…”

She nodded in reluctant agreement. “I…ripped your shirt…”

He kissed her forehead and tightened his arms around her. “I don’t care.”

She buried her face against his chest, content for the moment. Though her fear was growing.