Author: Kat Lee
Word Count: Double Drabble -- 200 (Sorry -- working with writer's block and just couldn't seem to do better.)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
The similarities between dueling and loving had never been lost on Rupert Giles. The fluid motions as one parried and thrusted back and forth and the sound of blades sliding against blades were all things that brought to mind, rather easily, other confrontations behind closed doors. The sounds of labored breathing as the swordmasters fought were also akin to the panting breaths gained between kisses. It all was easy enough to see, especially when one wanted one's opponent, and God knew he'd never wanted anybody like he did this Slayer!
He grinned when he knocked the sword from her hand, but he wasn't prepared for her countermove. Something deep inside him shuddered as her hands caught his blade and slid up the hard steel. He smelled the crimson of her blood in the library's quiet. She stepped closer, brought his sword down, let it touch her breasts, and smirked up at him. "Nice move, G."
She had him in that moment. He realized it a second before Faith twirled, taking his sword from him, making it hers, pointing it away, and taking him in her demanding arms. "This is better." He found he had no argument when she kissed him.