Biology – Chapter Six

Giles explained the situation to Joyce, Willow, and Amelia. Buffy sat next to him on the couch, concentrating on keeping her hands in her lap. When he felt her light squirm, he turned to look at her.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly.

She met his eyes and shook her head. “Not exactly.”

He reached over and covered her folded hands with one of his. She trembled under his touch and swallowed hard.

“Please…”

He felt his heart constrict at her whispered plea and tightened his hold on her hands as he turned back to the others. “I loathe to request this of you…”

Willow smiled warmly. “Joyce and I can take the kids back to your place. I’ll call Oz and ask him to meet us there on his way back from Sunbury. I know he’s missed them and Braden will probably beg him for a guitar lesson.”

“Thank you.” Giles smiled appreciatively, moving his hand to Buffy’s thigh as he glanced at the clock. “We shouldn’t be very late. We, uh…we could bring dinner home with us.”

“Okay. As long as it’s not Indian.” Willow gestured towards her stomach. “She’s not big on the spices.”

“No Indian.” Giles chuckled softly.

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His hand shook lightly as he slipped the key into the lock. She had already pulled his shirt tails out of his trousers and slid her hand across his lower back. He pushed the door open and looked down at her.

“Are you okay with this?”

She smiled and moved past him, entering the room and pulling him in behind her. “We nearly made love in here before.”

He cleared his throat and closed the door, turning the lock as he gazed into her eyes. “Different time, different situation.”

He hadn’t been in this room since he and Buffy had collected his belongings and took them back to the house. He dropped the key on the small desk and looked around nervously.

She ran her hand up his chest, pulling his shirt buttons free as she trailed back down. “Did you have another woman in here?”

“No!” He answered quickly, and then realizing she was teasing him. “Buffy…”

She grinned and pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. “Then stop with the being nervous thing. It’s me…it’s you…it’s a bed.”

She leaned forward and placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss on his sternum. “And, I don’t know about you…but, I’ve really missed having you completely naked…”

He licked his lips and pulled down the zipper on the side of her skirt. “As have I.”

She gently caressed the bulge in his trousers as she stepped out of the skirt pooled at her feet. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” He mumbled as he slowly backed her towards the bed, kicking his shoes off along the way.

“Too sore…or anything?” She whispered as he moved his hands underneath her blouse and lifted it up and off, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor.

He shook his head slowly and pushed her onto the bed, placing his hand between her breasts and applying a gentle pressure until she was lying flat on her back. He unbuckled his belt with one hand as he used the other to rub her bare thigh.

“Not too sore.”

She shivered under his touch, her eyes darkening with desire. “God, I need you…”

He smiled softly and removed the rest of his clothing before kneeling between her open thighs. “Do you want me?”

She read the unspoken part of his question in his eyes. The part that asked if it was merely her biological clock ticking away that was sparking this reaction in her. She lifted her hand and lovingly caressed the side of his face.

“I want you, Giles. I want you so much.”

Hearing the conviction in her tone, his smile widened as he leaned over her. His erection brushed her inner thigh as he lightly kissed her lips.

“Every night I slept here, I dreamt of making love to you.”

She ran the fingers of her left hand through his hair, moving her right hand between their bodies to caress the warm length resting on her thigh. He groaned, thrusting his hips involuntarily.

“I love you, Giles.” She smiled as his eyes darkened a shade, her palm pressing against the head of his cock. “And…I really need you right now.”

“I know.” He whispered hoarsely as he shifted his lower body. “I’d give anything to be able to take this slow with you this time…”

Her hand moved to his shoulder, gripping tightly as he pushed his length into her. “God!”

He sighed softly, almost sadly. “But…you need me to fuck you.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered almost inaudibly as she lifted her hips. “I’m so sorry…”

“Ssh…” His fingers brushed the hair back from her face. “I understand, Buffy.”

He started with long, deep thrusts, his fingers digging into her hip. She groaned loudly, meeting his thrusts urgently. He looked down at her, instantly knowing that what he was doing wasn’t enough for her.

“Tell me what you need, Buffy.”

She stared into his eyes and raised her arms above her head, grabbing the spindles of the headboard. He swallowed thickly, raising an eyebrow as he continued his thrusts.

“Would you like me to tie you?”

She nodded quickly, her skin flushing. He took a deep breath, loosening his hold on her hip as he slowly withdrew, allowing his now very wet flesh to trail across her leg as he leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed his trousers.

He stared into her eyes as he pulled the belt free and dropped the pants back to the floor. He rested on his heels, sliding his fingers through her wet folds.

“Roll over.”

Her eyes widened slightly, darting to the belt in his hand before licking her lips. “You gonna spank me with that?”

His breath caught in his chest, his cock twitching at her words. “That…wasn’t my plan…”

“No?” She whispered huskily.

He shook his head, glancing at her hands still wrapped around the spindles. “I…have nothing else to bind you with…”

“Oh.” She grinned seductively. “So…you want me to roll over…and you’re gonna tie me up…and then fuck me?”

“If, uh…you’re amenable…”

She licked her lips again and rolled over, grabbing the spindles again as she rose up on her knees. She looked over her shoulder as his hand gently massaged the firm flesh of her ass.

“You sure you don’t want to spank me?”

He groaned and leaned over her, quickly securing her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t tempt me.”

She gasped as he lowered his head, scraping his teeth along her spine. “Jesus, Giles…”

He gently nipped her buttock with his teeth and then knelt behind her, his left hand gripping her hip as his right grasped his erection. He slowly pushed himself into her depths, closing his eyes as she whimpered.

He held still for a moment…until her soft whimpers became urgent pleas. He grazed his fingertips along her spine, smiling as she trembled. With no further warning, he slammed his hips forward.

“God, yes!” She cried as he withdrew almost completely and plunged back in.

His fingers tightened on her hips to the point of bruising her skin as he continued his hard thrusts. This wasn’t what he wanted. He was giving her what she needed, but her needs and his wants were two completely different things at the moment. He felt the tears prick at his eyes as she screamed his name in ecstasy.

That’s not to say that her heat wasn’t bringing him closer to orgasm. He was dangerously close…a fact that delighted and saddened him at the same time. Feeling her inner muscles quiver, he groaned loudly. His eyes focused on her bound wrists and he shook his head.

“Not like this.” He whispered.

He gave her a hard thrust and suddenly held still, leaning over her and pulling the belt free. Her hips continued to move, pushing back against him. He moaned as she slammed her hips back, effectively fucking him as hard as he was just fucking her.

He covered her left hand with his, slipping his fingers between hers and holding tightly. “Buffy…”

She squeezed his fingers, feeling his heart pound against her back. “Please, Giles…so close…”

His hips began to move again, at a slightly slower pace, as his lips trailed warm kisses across her shoulders and up the side of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin as he whispered into her ear.

“I love you, Buffy. I love you so much.”

She didn’t register the tear that dropped from his face to her neck as he nuzzled her. If she did, she would have just assumed it to be sweat. Her quivers turned to violent shudders as her orgasm crashed over her, flooding his cock with her juices.

She screamed his name as he thrust one last time and came deep within her. He panted heavily against her neck as he slid his right hand underneath her, holding her against his chest as he carefully rolled them to their sides.

She felt his arms tremble as he held her. Her smile faded when she heard what sounded distinctly like a soft sob.

“Giles?”

“Ssh.” He buried his nose into her hair. “Just…let me hold you.”

She was sure she heard sadness in his soft voice. “Giles? Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head and tightened his hold on her, preventing her from turning to face him. “Please, Buffy…let me hold you.”

“Oh God…” She whispered, her heart aching at his weary tone. “Giles…”

He swallowed and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“What’s wrong?” She asked urgently.

“I…” He inhaled sharply as she used her strength to break his hold and quickly turn in his arms. He closed his eyes, but not before she saw his tears.

“God, what did I do to you?” She realized her vision was blurring from her own unshed tears as she gently stroked his face. “Please talk to me.”

“I’m okay.” He whispered shakily. “I’m not hurt, I promise.”

She ran her thumb across the drying moisture on his cheek. “What’s wrong?”

He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. “I…I know this is what you…what you need.” He swallowed, searching for his words and finding them slowly. “But…it’s getting harder for me. God, I want to give you what you need…”

“Giles?” She whispered as a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

“This…what just happened…” He closed his eyes, preventing his tears from escaping. “I don’t know how long I can do this.”

She pushed herself up and gently rolled him onto his back. She soothingly stroked his chest. “Just say what you need to say, honey. Please…”

He blinked his eyes open, staring at the ceiling as he swallowed and inhaled deeply. “I…God I felt like I was…”

He trailed off, unable to finish the statement. She combed her fingers through his hair.

“You felt like you were what, baby?”

He met her eyes, surprised at the term of endearment she used. She had used it before, but not often. He shook his head and lifted his hand, tenderly tracing her lips with his fingertip.

“I looked down…saw your wrists bound in leather…saw my fingers bruising your skin…” He shuddered softly, darting his eyes to the pale marks on her hip. “Buffy, I…I can’t do this again…not like this…”

Her eyes widened as she watched the tears well in his again. “Oh my God…”

A single tear escaped his eye, realizing she understood. “I want to make love with you. Not dominate you…not – ”

She covered his lips with two fingers and shook her head. “You didn’t, Giles. You weren’t dominating me. You didn’t…” Her voice trembled, unable to speak the word. “That wasn’t what happened…you…couldn’t…”

He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her and crushing her to his chest. He felt her tears on his skin as her body shook with her sobs. His own tears broke free as she sobbed the words ‘I’m sorry’ over and over.

They held one another tightly, knowing that they would need to talk this through. But not right now. Right now she needed to reassure him. And right now he needed her to know how much he truly loved her.

Words would come later.