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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Relationship:
      Rupert_Giles/Buffy_Summers
  Character:
      Buffy_Summers, Rupert_Giles
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Romance, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Mentor/Protégé,
      Underage_Sex, Public_Sex, Older_Man/Younger_Woman
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-15 Words: 4017
****** Won't be Ignored ******
by repossessme
Summary
     During a sparring session in the library, Buffy confronts Giles about
     her feelings.
"Is that all you've got?" Giles taunted as he brought his staff down for
another strike at the Slayer.

Buffy deflected the blow with her own staff, pushing back at the Watcher and
spinning out of his range. "Hardly," she grinned, facing him again and twirling
her weapon with a flourish. Her slight hands, nails painted candy pink, handled
the staff deftly. In any other moment, one would not think those hands
possessed such strength, but in the middle of a sparring session her power was
made quite obvious.

He gave a long-suffering sigh as he assumed a defensive stance. "I-it's not the
intention of my training to get you to show off for the enemy."

"Oh I know," Buffy said casually as she stalked forward. "I just like showing
off for you. But I don't have to."

Giles saw that devious glint in her eye and knew all too well what it meant,
the realization coming too late for reaction. Buffy landed a roundhouse kick
straight to his chest and the Watcher toppled backward onto the library floor,
dropping his weapon in the process. She was atop him in the next moment, her
lithe muscled thighs straddling him just below the waist while she held her
staff to his neck.

"Well," he struggled to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him, "I
think that's it for today's training."

Buffy wasn't so sure. She kept him pinned and didn't seem like she was about to
let up. Giles frowned. He outweighed her, was one of the Council's most skilled
fighters in close combat, and if she were a normal girl, there'd be no question
that he'd be able to overpower her. But she was the Slayer, imbued with
supernatural strength and ability all because of her destiny. She could hold
him down indefinitely if she so chose, and there was little he'd be able to do
about it.

"You can let me up now, Buffy," he said with just a hint of annoyance, his
chest still heaving from exertion.

"I don't know if I can," her blue eyes shone with a spark of something
dangerous, a wild glint that excited the Watcher even as it reminded him just
why he shouldn't allow himself to get into this sort of position. "I think I
have you right where I want you."

Good lord, was that a trace of lust in her voice? Giles tipped his head back on
the carpet, staring at the ceiling. Certainly this wasn't happening, not here.
"Buffy," he tried an authoritative tone, which didn't seem to be as effective
when he had a large wooden staff shoved against his windpipe. "I've, ah, I've
told you before, we... this isn't appropriate in the least." He thought he
sounded diplomatic enough, but the stirring in his tweed trousers was betraying
him.

Giles had known for some months that his Slayer had developed something of a
little crush on him, and at first he'd been flattered. Of course, he
rationalized, it wasn't uncommon for young girls to become enamored upon an
authority figure in their lives – a teacher, coach, even a Watcher were all
fair game. They spent so much time together, not the least of which were
generally in highly emotionally charged situations, so it wasn't really
unexpected. Frustrating, but normal. He'd done his best to ignore her advances
when they were little more than innocent flirtations, but over time they'd
grown to be less innocuous and more troublesome. Only a few weeks ago he
thought he'd put an end to her games once and for all by telling her in no
uncertain terms that she was out of line, but apparently he had misjudged her
tenacity. She'd only waited for him to fall back into his comfort zone, and now
she was poised to start in all over again. The sad part was that he was almost
enjoying it. Well, he certainly was on a physical level, but that was something
he couldn't help. It was the mental aspect that bothered him, that perhaps his
arm could be twisted into acquiescing to this girl's advances if she remained
as constant in her pursuit as she'd been thus far.

"I don't care," Buffy said with a seriousness that trumped his own. "I'm not
going to let you ignore me anymore, Giles."

Huh. Was that a threat? Giles' eyebrows furrowed and he tried to raise himself
on his elbows but Buffy pressed down on his neck again and he fell back limply
to the floor. "At least get rid of that bloody stick if you insist on doing
this. It would do wonders for my patience not to be choked at every turn."

Buffy thought about his request for a moment, but ultimately indulged him. She
tossed the staff to the side, and instead held him down by the shoulders.

Giles reached up to rub his neck, turning his head back and forth as if to
explore the new range of motion he had been afforded. It was certainly easier
to breathe now. "Good to know I can still appeal to reason with you," he
offered sarcastically, "perhaps now you'll end this foolishness and let me up?"

Buffy only brought her face closer to his in response. He could feel her warm,
sweet breath upon his cheek and it wasn't an altogether unwelcome sensation. In
fact, it was quite pleasant to be trapped under this girl but he knew he
shouldn't be thinking like that.

"Have you even been listening to me at all?" she whined, and Giles was taken
aback. She was clearly upset that he still wasn't taking her advances
seriously, but he'd expected anger instead of the more childish display she was
now putting on, pouting and searching his eyes with her own.

Then she ground her hips into him and with a sharp inhale, he realized that no,
she wasn't a child crying for attention but a young woman yearning for
affection.

His hands went to her hips in an effort to still them, if only to get his
bearings. Buffy seemed pleased enough to feel his hands upon her that she
stopped, and smiled down at him. Giles felt dizzy.

"Yes, I-I've, ah, been listening," he stammered, his attention growing
increasingly distracted by her position atop him. In the quiet of the library
he could hear how her breathing had changed, had become faster and more shallow
and Giles was versed enough in the cues of excitement to realize that she was
getting at least as much out of this as he was. Perhaps more, he thought as he
saw her eyelids flutter half-shut when he began to run his hands up and down
her sides. He hadn't even consciously meant to, just started doing it out of...
what? Habit? He'd never done this to Buffy, although having a woman straddling
him must have awakened deeply rooted muscle memory, an almost reflexive
reaction to the imposed intimacy of the situation.

"Don't fight it, Giles," she purred, slipping her small hands over his and
guiding them across her stomach, up to cup her breasts.

He was hopeless. Going against everything he knew to be just and right, he
didn't take his hands away. Buffy arched her back, forcing herself even more
into his grasp and he moaned despite himself. Absolutely shameful. But he
couldn't stop, not now, he'd fallen prey to her at last and he was helpless to
extract himself from the situation.

He barely noticed that her hands were no longer on his, and he was touching
her, caressing her breasts of his own volition, brushing his thumbs over taut
nipples that he could feel even through layers of shirt and bra. It was her
turn to moan, his touch had incited her passion further and he knew he'd
crossed the line. There was no turning back from this impropriety now, but he
didn't care, he was addicted to the way her body felt under his rough hands,
the way she responded so easily to his touch. It was intoxicating, and his
logic was failing him. Why did he need to resist her when she was so utterly
willing?

"Buffy," he groaned as she once more began to move her lower half so
seductively against his straining erection. "God help me, you're beautiful."

She blushed at his praise as much as at the way his hands felt upon her, and
she allowed herself to revel in the victory she'd won. She'd broken down his
barriers, gotten through to him somehow, and she could feel how much he wanted
her. There was a certain sensation of power in that, power over him because now
he'd been bent to her whims and she was going to take full advantage of that.

"I need you, Giles," she whispered as her hands fell to his belt buckle.

"Anyone... anyone could walk in," he breathed heavily, watching her undo his
belt and then start in on unbuttoning his fly.

"They won't," she said sweetly, though there was no way she could know that.
She dipped her head to find his lips, pressing urgently against him. After a
moment, he returned the kiss with just as much passion, slipping his tongue
between her eagerly parted lips. Still, he remained caught up in his thoughts.

It would be the end of his career if someone did stumble upon them like this,
both careers really. He was sure the Council wouldn't approve of his weakness
any more than the school. At that moment, however, the very real danger didn't
seem to matter. He could think of only her - his Slayer, his charge, and now,
apparently, his lover. She had overwhelmed his senses, made him dumb with lust
and yet, somehow, it didn't feel at all like a bad thing.

She broke the kiss and hitched his trousers down his thighs, pulling back the
elastic waistband of his boxers to reveal the hardness that had been lurking
under the fabric all this time. Giles smiled, almost apologetically, as if he
shouldn't have allowed himself to become excited under her ministrations. But
that's exactly what she'd set out to do, and she was more than happy to see his
desire confirmed in the flesh.

"I can't help but feel that, ah, that this is a little unfair," he shifted
under her, "I'm exposed and yet you're still fully clothed." His hands snaked
back down to her hips, his fingers hooking into the waist of her jeans.

Buffy shuddered at his tone more than his hands, elated that he wasn't going to
leave her to do it all herself. "Then help me out of them," she said as she
rose up on her knees, giving him easier access to the front of her pants.

Given permission, Giles was more than eager to undress her. His hands moved
deftly over the button, and soon he brought down the zipper, parting her jeans
and brushing his fingertips over her panties. His breath hitched in his chest
as she aided him by wriggling and tugging her jeans down her legs, taking her
underwear with them. His eyes were fixed on the light dusting of blond hair
just above her pubic bone, and while he was entranced, she managed to free
herself completely of her garments and cast them aside. She eased herself back
down to sit on his legs, and he found himself exploring the newly revealed
flesh. His hands glided over the swell of her hips, down her thighs, her
lightly tanned skin silky smooth and warmer than he'd expected.

Buffy was watching him with barely contained anticipation, her pulse quickening
as his hands moved up to stroke her inner thighs, edging ever closer to her
most private place. However, he passed that over and instead regained his grip
on her hips, urging her to move forward. Her head was swimming, Giles wanted
her and she could see it the way he looked at her, his green eyes glossy with
lust, his intent made clear by the way he was pulling her toward his cock. This
was what she had wanted for so long, to indulge her passion but not simply
that... she wanted more than casual sex, more than just him humoring her
advances and letting her get away with something naughty. She wanted to make
love to him, she needed Giles to want her just as she burned for him, and now
she was finally certain that that was the case. She'd never seen such longing
in his eyes as she did in that moment.

"Giles," she whispered as she curled her fingers around his stiffened member.
He looked at her expectantly, struggling to keep himself from thrusting into
her hand, though the sensation of her soft fingers clutching him firmly made
that quite difficult.

"Buffy," their eyes were locked, surveying each other as though waiting for a
sign. "I need... need to be inside you," he groaned.

The Slayer swallowed hard, hearing him say such a thing affected her deeply.
She was already wet for him but she felt a new rush of warmth to her groin and
she nodded, hovering over him and guiding his cock to her entrance.

Giles reminded himself of her age, and her relative inexperience. It would not
do well simply to force himself inside of her, as much as he wanted to do just
that. This required patience, he had to proceed delicately and keep his own
arousal in check lest it overtake him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt
her, he wanted this to be everything she needed of him, and above all he wanted
it to be good for both of them. He let her take the lead for now, holding her
hips but not exerting any downward pressure. He'd been watching her face up to
this point, but now he broke her gaze and watched as she began to lower herself
slowly onto him.

Buffy gasped as she felt the head of his cock slip within her, she was slick
with arousal and that made it easier, but it was by no means free of
discomfort. It wasn't just pain though, the sensation mingled with a carnal
pleasure to become something she'd never before felt, an intense experience and
she craved for more.

She was so tight, Giles' head was reeling from the way her inner walls squeezed
his member, it was exquisite and she was warm and wet around him and he
couldn't get enough of it. He let out a guttural cry as she moved again, taking
him yet another inch deeper; even with how wet she was there was still a great
deal of friction, her tight canal was stimulating him almost too perfectly. He
had to work to calm himself, the way his Slayer was impaling herself upon his
cock threatened to make him come with embarrassing swiftness. Giles didn't want
to do that to her, he was devoted to seeing her find release first, his own
desires were secondary. He could feel her throbbing around him already, small
contractions that only made him wonder what it would be like to get her to
climax while he was plunged deep inside of her.

He was aware that she'd stopped moving, and he shook himself free of his
thoughts. "Are you all right, my dear?"

"Mmm," Buffy offered in response, drunk on the sensations he was providing her
with as well as the idea that it was her Watcher penetrating her; Giles, who
had always been so stuffy and reserved and anything but indecorous, was making
love to her with such understated passion, with such gentle care and kindness.
It was a supremely erotic realization to her, and it made her want him even
more.

"We can stop if it hurts."

"No," she breathed, unwilling to end this encounter even if she did feel pain.
Right now, the discomfort was manageable as it did not exist alone, but was
accompanied by pleasure orders of magnitude higher than anything she'd been
able to do for herself. Even with just a few inches of his thick hardness
buried within her, every small movement she made caused it to graze along
something inside of her, some sort of central cluster of nerve endings that
seemed to exist purely to send waves of luxurious heat through her body upon
stimulation. She'd never felt anything like it, though she thought that must
have been because she had never been much for fingering herself, even during
particularly intense fantasies.

Giles was selfishly pleased that she wanted to continue, he couldn't imagine
stopping now, though of course he certainly would have had she requested it. He
was hungry for her, he needed to feel more of her and they hadn't even yet
struck up a suitable rhythm. He knew it would take a moment for Buffy to adjust
to accommodating him, but he was greedy for her nonetheless.

His patience was rewarded in due time as Buffy took a few calming breaths and
subsequently brought herself down upon the remainder of his length in one fluid
motion. A strangled cry escaped her lips and she pitched forward, clinging to
his shirt as she laid on him, her face nuzzling instinctively in the crook of
his neck as she sought out comfort. He wrapped his arms about her, brushed her
hair from her cheek and tried to act as soothing as possible, while his cock
ached to begin thrusting now that he was completely enveloped in her.

"Are you certain you want to go on?" He had to ask again, as much as he hated
to because it left open the possibility that this glorious entanglement of
their bodies might end, his conscience demanded that he ask.

Giles felt her nodding against his shoulder and he freed one hand to cup her
face, tilting her head up so that he could look at her. "Nobody would blame you
if you needed to stop, you know."

"I want to... do this," she said needfully, and as if to punctuate her decision
she rose up into a sitting position again and rolled her hips forward. That
movement elicited a heated moan from Buffy, and Giles was much the same,
gritting his teeth as if to stem the passionate noises that issued forth. She
was moving awkwardly now, trying to set a pace but with little notion of how to
go about doing that.

Giles placed his hands on her hips again, it was becoming a familiar gesture
for him but now he was going to use the leverage he had for practical purposes.
He took control of her rocking, guiding her into a rhythm he thought they'd
both find appealing – not too fast or rough for her, and yet not achingly slow
for him. Finally he allowed his own hips to move in time with hers,
complimenting her motions and adding to the friction between them.

She seemed to tolerate this new procedure quite well, and Giles was emboldened
enough to push for a slight increase in speed. It was just enough to make a
difference, and Buffy began trembling atop him, writhing with an agitation that
told him she was getting close. He wasn't very far from release himself, his
Slayer took direction very well and her movements along with the tightening of
her inner walls was driving him quickly to the point of no return.

Giles needed to make sure she came first, wanted to feel her orgasm as it took
her, and so he slipped a hand down from her hips, sliding his fingers between
her legs. His fingertips brushed along her wet, velvety folds, distended from
his cock, up until he felt what he'd been searching for, nestled at the top of
her vulva. He rubbed small, gentle circles into her clit with his thumb and the
response was more intense than he could have hoped for.

Buffy cried out his name, her voice thickened by lust and her impending climax,
her thrusts against him becoming more animalistic at the sudden spike in
sensation. He pressed his thumb harder against her sensitive bundle of nerves,
needing to get her off before her frenzied response got the best of him. It
didn't take much more, though, and soon he felt her walls spasming around him,
and Buffy was shaking, still moving atop him as she rode out her climax. Giles'
head fell back with a low grunt and soon he, too, was caught in the throes of
release, her contractions milking him of one of his most intense orgasms in
recent memory.

She collapsed on top of him, her body shuddering even as her inner spasming
began to wind down. Giles stroked her hair, working hard to catch his breath in
the aftermath of such a wholly satisfying experience. He held her, pressing
small kisses to her forehead, until she calmed fully. When Buffy looked up, she
appeared to be in a daze, it was clear that she was caught in the afterglow of
coitus and Giles felt a strange sense of pride in having been able to affect
her so thoroughly.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" he asked as he caressed the flesh along her
cheek down to her neck, in love with the graceful curve he found there.

"Amazing," Buffy breathed, it seemed that the act had only heightened her
infatuation with him.

"Ah, well, yes, I-I suppose I can say the same," Giles laughed, flattered at
hearing her put it so bluntly, "you're a stunning young woman, Buffy, and while
I'm, ah, still not quite sure what I've done to capture your affection so
completely," he sighed, "I must say that I feel lucky to have done so. I...
don't deserve you, Buffy."

"Oh, Giles," she closed the gap between their faces, leaning her forehead
against his. "Don't say that. I want to be with you, isn't that enough?"

He was comforted by her words, and the sweetness of her gesture. She had
corrupted his mind entirely, or maybe he was still caught up in the emotions
that had been stirred by sex. Whatever the cause, he was deeply considering
pursuing a relationship with this girl, despite the inherent difficulties. "We
shall see, Buffy," he said with a wistful sigh. The logical part of his brain
had intervened, finally, and prevented him from making any promises. Perhaps
that was for the best. He knew he needed to think things over, knew that right
then was not a good time to be making any rash decisions.

Buffy didn't press him further, instead she simply laid her head on his chest
and listened to his heart as it began to return to a normal rate.

Call it a premonition or just a lucky guess, but Buffy had been accurate at
least – nobody intruded upon them as they laid together on the library floor.
It wasn't long before Giles' back protested and they disengaged from their
embrace, hurriedly dressing and making their way out of the school.

Giles drove her home that night, even gave her a goodnight kiss because she
wouldn't get out of his car without one. As he watched her walking up the
driveway to her front door, he shook his head. What was he going to do about
her? He still hadn't the faintest idea how he should proceed now that they had
already gotten physically involved. He wanted her, the idea of a relationship
appealed to him on some level and yet he just couldn't see how they could make
it work. He knew Buffy would at least want to try and he thought maybe, just
maybe, he could place enough faith in her to give it a go. There would be time
for decision-making later, though, he thought to himself as he pulled out of
her drive and navigated the streets toward his flat.

For now, he desperately needed the rest and perspective that could only be
found in a good night's sleep.
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