Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Giles/Faith, also mentions possible Giles/Buffy, Giles/Jenny, and Giles/Willow
Rating: Soft R/M
Word Count: I went way overboard with this one, sorry, but I'm posting because I know it will be welcomed here nonetheless. :-) 477
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author.
He was alone in the library, surrounded only by books in which he'd been digging for answers to the latest crisis, when she came to him that night. He'd dreamed often of Buffy coming to him or Jenny or even Willow, but he'd never been one to attract the nicer sort of girls. When she spoke to him that evening, he knew exactly what she wanted, but still, he hesitated.
"I've got somethin' better better for you to read, G."
He didn't look up until she slammed a hand down on top of the page he was pretending to read, and when he did, all color drained from his face. "Faith?! What . . . What?!" He grasped for air at the same time he shoved his slipping spectacles further up onto the bridge of his nose. Still, he couldn't manage to keep from gawking like a schoolboy for there she stood before him, naked and wanting, her leather clothes, stakes, and boots all piled on the floor behind her.
She smirked down at him. "Don't give me that, G." She grabbed his collar. "You're like me. You see what you want, you take it." She yanked him to her, sending his treasured books scattering across the floor. "Or, at least, you used to."
She was right, of course. He had once been a great deal more like her than he cared to admit, but now . . . Now he is a full-fledged, scholarly Watcher with both a hard-earned position and treasured lives in his care. He has much more important things to consider than a quick shag with one of the most beautiful and powerful women he's ever encountered, and besides, he's old enough to be her grandfather!
She's already tugged his tie loose. Now, she twirls it around her fingers as, with a single, powerful stride, she cuts short the distance remaining between them. He can feel her -- every womanly inch of her -- through his clothes and gulps as she yanks again on his tie. "So how about it? Are you just little Rupert, or is there still some Ripper left in there?" The fingers of her free hand tug at the waistband of his pants. "Rip me, baby."
Her lips touch his, and in that instant, he loses the rest of his self control. He picks her up and slams her up against the wall of the room in which he's spent so many hours both being bored out of his wits and caring for others while no one cared for him. She laughs, her dark eyes sparkling. "That's more like it," she approves. He knows he'll regret this tomorrow, but tonight, as he enters her mouth and body and something dark within both their souls matches, he simply doesn't care for he's taking what he wants, their souls be damned.