Biology – Chapter Four

Amelia Clayton walked into Giles’ office to find him sitting on the sofa, looking extremely uncomfortable as Buffy paced back and forth in front of him. She raised an eyebrow when Buffy practically begged Giles’ name.

Giles sighed softly, running his hand through his hair. “Buffy, please…”

“You don’t want me?” Buffy whispered sadly.

Giles looked up quickly, grabbing Buffy’s arm on her next pass. “You know better than that, Buffy. You know I want you.”

Amelia cleared her throat, attracting the couple’s attention. “I seem to be interrupting…which is a tad confusing considering you called me.”

Giles blushed and nodded as he stood. “Um…I need to have Buffy scanned for any latent traces of any type of spell.”

Amelia chuckled softly. “Straight to the point, bypassing all explanations. Interesting approach, Rupert.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “It’s not a spell, Giles. I mean, yeah…I’m all tingly, but not spell-tingly. I’m…you-tingly.”

Giles turned slowly and stared at her. “Buffy…”

“Oh…” She glanced at Amelia and smiled shyly. “Sorry.”

“Alright.” Amelia started and leaned against the edge of Giles’ desk. “Which of you wants to do the explaining?”

Buffy crossed her arms and gave a soft pout as she gestured to her husband. “He will. Apparently, I’m too blunt.”

Giles cleared his throat and loosened his tie. “Yes, well…”

When he hesitated, Amelia tilted her head thoughtfully. “Rupert?”

Giles gave a defeated sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Buffy seems to be insatiable.”

Buffy stared at him, her eyes widening. “And I’m too blunt? Why not just tell her that it’s taking everything in me right now to not throw you on the couch and – ”

Giles quickly clapped his hand over her mouth. “Um…I believe ‘insatiable’ covers that.”

Amelia smirked and inhaled deeply. “And you think it’s a spell? You don’t think that…perhaps Buffy just finds you irresistible at the moment?”

Giles blushed deeply, jerking his hand away from Buffy’s mouth when she flicked her tongue against his palm. “I…”

Buffy sighed heavily. “I find him irresistible all the time. Problem is…I’m normally able to control my compulsions.”

Amelia narrowed her eyes, her interest sparking. “And you’re finding difficulty in doing so now?”

“I think ‘difficulty’ is the wrong word. I’m unable to control them right now.”

“Very interesting.” Amelia spoke quietly. “And…if you’re not in the same room?”

“I still want him. It’s not as…desperate…but, all I can think about is how he feels – ”

“Buffy!” Giles interrupted her quickly.

“Sorry.” Buffy replied sheepishly.

He gave her a quick nod and then turned to Amelia. “It’s the desperation that concerns me.” He swallowed and grabbed Buffy’s wrist as her hand wandered up the front of his shirt. “There’s a difference between being overly-aroused and experiencing intense desperation. I’ve seen it in her eyes, Amelia. Please…”

Amelia thought for a moment and then nodded. “I need to make a couple of calls. Give me twenty minutes.”

Giles stared as Amelia ran from the room, closing the door behind her. He closed his eyes, willing his body not to respond as Buffy’s hand rubbed over the front of his trousers.

She gently squeezed and whispered his name.

And just like that, his will was lost.

* * *

He groaned as she rode him, his hands tightening on her hips as she moved her hands from his shoulders to the back of the couch. She leaned forward, brushing a hardened nipple across his lips.

“Suck it…” She whispered hoarsely. “God, I love the way your mouth feels on my breasts…”

He licked his lips, suddenly wishing that she had given him the opportunity to take his shirt off. He wanted to feel her skin against his. As his mouth closed around her nipple, something in the back of his mind reminded him that they didn’t actually have enough time for everything. Some things had to be sacrificed…things such as clothing removal.

He sucked the nub as hard as he could, groaning against her flesh as she slammed her hips onto him. The harder he sucked, the harder she rode…pushing them both towards orgasm. With the sudden thought that Amelia would be back soon, he lightly bit her nipple and slid his finger between the cheeks of her ass.

She moved her right hand back to his shoulder as his finger nudged against the puckered opening. “God yes, Giles!”

He released her nipple, looking up and into her darkened eyes. “Buffy…we need to hurry…Amelia…coming back soon…”

“Close, Giles…not long.”

He swallowed and slipped his fingertip into the orifice as he thrust his hips upwards. She groaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulder. Feeling her begin to tremble, he gasped and whispered her name gruffly.

She looked down at him and smiled. “Almost…”

He nodded, thrusting harder against her. “Kiss me.”

She lowered her head, covering his mouth with hers. Their tongues mingled frantically as her muscles tightened around his cock. They swallowed each other’s cries of delight as they came together, bodies trembling as hands gripped flesh in an effort to hold on.

Buffy broke the kiss, shifting to rest her head on his shoulder as she fought to catch her breath. His chest heaved, his hands rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

He swallowed hard and exhaled shakily. “We…need to get dressed…”

“Giles?”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m…scared.” She whispered nervously.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, crushing her against his chest. “We’ll figure it out, Buffy. I promise you.”

The door opened suddenly and Amelia walked in, staring at the couch for a second before quickly turning away. “OH!”

Buffy started to scramble off of Giles and he tightened his hold. When she looked down at him, clearly puzzled, he smiled softly.

“Not exactly wise to move right now, darling.”

“I’ll…just give you a couple of minutes, yes?” Amelia spoke hastily and rushed back out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Buffy’s head dropped to Giles’ shoulder and she groaned miserably. “God, could that have been any more embarrassing?”

Giles chuckled softly as he carefully eased her off his lap. “She could’ve come in three minutes earlier…”

Buffy glared at him and grabbed her bra from the floor. “And now you’re finding humour in this?”

He winced lightly as he tucked his tender flesh back into his boxers and refastened his trousers. “I wouldn’t exactly say that I find humour in the situation.”

She slipped into her blouse and narrowed her eyes. “Are you okay?”

He gave her a nod and buckled his belt. “Just a little sore. It’s been awhile since we’ve been this…active.”

Her eyes glistened. “God, I’m so sorry…”

“Ssh…” He pulled her into a hug and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. “It’s going to be alright, Buffy.”

A hesitant knock sounded on the door. He pulled back and glanced down at Buffy’s blouse, smiling as he reached out and quickly fastened the top three buttons. “Shall we see what Amelia has found out?”

Buffy nodded silently and took a shuddering breath. Giles took a deep breath himself and turned his head towards the door.

“Come in.”

Buffy pushed herself up from the couch as Amelia walked back into the office. Giles cleared his throat and stood as well, running his hand through his tousled hair.

“Amelia, I apologize. We, uh…”

Amelia chuckled softly as she shook her head. “I should’ve known, Rupert. But…back to the problem at hand.”

Buffy nervously smoothed the material of her skirt and bit her lip. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know.” Amelia admitted softly. “I don’t think so, but…I don’t know. There are a few tests I’d like to have run…”

Giles narrowed his eyes as he pulled Buffy closer to his side. “What kind of tests? And…what have you found?”

“Nothing yet. But, I was able to get hold of Doctor Kiffling…”

“Kiffling?” Giles questioned. “You think this is a medical issue?”

“I’m not sure, Rupert. What I do know is that a spell has not been cast on either Buffy or you.”

Buffy tilted her head slightly. “How do you know that?”

Amelia smiled. “Julian taught me how to do a trace scan. When you mentioned your concern of it being a spell earlier…” She gestured vaguely and shrugged a shoulder. “Neither of you are a victim of a spell…trust me on that.”

“But, if it’s a medical issue…what’s wrong with me?” Buffy asked, fear in her voice.

“There’s something wrong with you?”

Giles, Buffy, and Amelia all looked towards the door to find Joyce and Willow standing just inside the office, Haddie asleep in her pram. Joyce had been the one to ask the question and now she stood staring at them, awaiting an answer.

“I…uh, it’s not a spell.” Giles offered in lieu of a direct answer.

Willow narrowed her eyes as she took in their appearance. “Lunch?”

Buffy blushed and lowered her eyes. Willow met Giles’ eyes and regarded him carefully.

“How are you?” She asked softly.

“Sore.” Giles replied without thinking.

Joyce shook her head in confusion. “Someone tell me what’s going on?”

“I want sex…a lot. More than normal. Giles thought it might be a spell. Amelia says it’s not.” Buffy blurted, much to Giles’ horror.

“Oh.” Joyce replied in an uncertain tone.

“Buffy!” Giles admonished gently.

Buffy grimaced and inhaled deeply. “Sorry. I seem to be having this blunt thing going on too…”

Joyce nodded and glanced at Giles quickly before looking into Buffy’s eyes. “Do I want to know how often is more than normal?”

“Probably not.” Buffy chuckled nervously. “But, we kinda missed lunch…and then there was a second round about twenty – ”

Giles turned abruptly and walked towards the window. Buffy cursed softly and shook her head.

“Uh…I find that my bluntness gets worse as my desire grows…”

Willow’s eyes widened. “Again?”

“You have no idea.” Buffy whispered as she turned to look at Giles.

Amelia clapped her hands, breaking the tension in the room. “Right. Doctor Kiffling will be here in thirty minutes…well, less now. Hopefully, he’ll be able to shed some light on this for us.”

Joyce looked at Amelia as Haddie squirmed in the pram…a sure sign she was waking up. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re not really sure about things?”

“Because I’m not.” Amelia stated honestly. “We’re in unchartered territory with Buffy these days. There has only been one Slayer who lived longer than Buffy…and the Council lost track of her when she turned twenty-seven. We know that she carried on with her calling and that she died at thirty. But, those three years are a mystery to us. Not only that, but a lot of Siobhan’s records were lost in the explosion.”

Joyce nodded and lifted a now-brightly smiling Haddie out of the pram, placing her on the floor. Spotting her parents next to the window, Haddie quickly crawled across the room. She stopped when she reached the couch and pulled herself up.

Willow tapped Joyce on the arm and motioned towards the little girl. Joyce grinned brightly as Haddie grinned and pointed at her parents.

“Da, da, da, da!”

Giles turned around and smiled at his daughter. “Well, hello there Hadley.”

Haddie bounced up and down giggling madly. Giles knelt and held his hand out.

“Come here and give Daddy a cuddle.”

Haddie walked the length of the couch, her hand holding on to the cushions. When she reached the end of the couch, she clapped her hands and took three unaided steps towards Giles.

Giles’ eyes widened. Buffy gasped and knelt beside of him. Haddie stood there, wobbling slightly but remaining upright.

“Come on Haddie. Just a little more.” Buffy cooed softly.

“Oh my God…she’s walking…” Giles whispered excitedly.

Haddie took two more steps before falling to her knees and completing the distance in a quick crawl. Giles scooped her up, tears of joy in his eyes.

“Good girl, Haddie! That’s Daddy’s good girl!”

Haddie giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Joyce wiped her eye as she smiled brightly.

She had finally witnessed one of her grandchildren’s first steps.