Title: Panty Lines
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Buffy/Giles
Table: smut69
Prompt: 42 Relationships
Word Count: 754
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: Pretty much shameless PWP.
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“If you want to come upstairs, I’ll make us some coffee.”

He looked down into her eyes, read the invitation there, and reached up to cup her cheek. “I think you and I both know that if I come upstairs, there won’t be any coffee, Buffy,” he said softly.

She grinned wickedly. “There will, too. Just, y’know, in the morning, with breakfast.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure, Giles,” she responded breezily. “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“I want you to think about this.” His voice was serious and his green eyes pinned hers. “Thus far, we have done nothing that cannot easily be reverted back to friendship should we decide that things… aren’t working out. To take this next step…”

His voice trailed off when she tiptoed and pressed her lips to his, her mouth opening under his to invite the intrusion of his tongue, which slipped easily in to taste her. She pulled back a moment later, smiling, her eyes sparkling wickedly. “I want this,” she said softly. “I want you. And you,” she added, with a slight grind of her hips against his erection, “want me. So. Do you want to come upstairs, or not?”

“Yes,” he whispered into her hair. “God help me, yes.”

They staggered through the door of her apartment, their lips locked together. He kicked the door shut behind them and turned, lifting her in his hands to brace her between the door and his body, her legs wrapped around his hips and her whimpers of pleasure winding themselves into his brain. He buried his hands in her hair while her fingers worked at his buttons, eventually baring his chest and pushing his shirt off to flutter uselessly to the floor.

His hands trailed down her body teasingly, eventually reaching her knees and sliding back up again under the hem of her dress, pushing the fabric up and baring her lower body to him. He froze when his hands reached her ass and pulled his head back, goggling at her comically. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”

“Not a stitch,” she replied cheerfully.

“All night?”

“No,” she replied sarcastically. “I took them off in the restaurant and left them on the chair as a tip for the waiter.”

He leaned down and bit her pulse point sharply, making her gasp. “Why not?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous.

She reached down between them and unbuttoned his pants. “Because I didn’t want panty lines on my skin when you saw me naked tonight.”

He growled and bit her again, then gasped himself when her hand found its way into his boxers and wrapped firmly around his cock. “God, Buffy. The things you do to me.”

She grinned. “I can think of a couple things I’d like to have you do to me,” she suggested. “Right now.” She pushed at his pants and they slid down his legs, his underwear following a moment later.

“Right. I need my wallet.” He started to put her down, but her legs tightened around his hips.

“No,” she said softly, “you don’t. I’m on the pill. It’s okay.”

With a groan, he shifted and slid inside her. She was hot and wet and ready for him and they groaned in unison as he pinned her back against the door with his body. “Oh, God, Buffy,” he moaned into her ear. “You’re so tight.”

“You feel so good,” she gasped out. “Please, Giles. Fuck me.”

He complied, his hips beginning to thrust as his hands buried themselves in her hair again and his mouth took hers. He moaned his pleasure into her mouth and her head fell back, soft cries escaping her throat. He bit her neck again, and she screamed, her nether muscles contracting around him as she came. He pounded into her even harder and, moments later, was coming himself, choking out her name into her collarbone.

They stayed still for long moments, holding themselves up by leaning against the door, and finally she raised her head and bestowed a long, languid kiss on him. “I love you, Giles,” she confessed.

“Oh, Buffy,” he whispered. “I love you, too.” He kissed her again, and then slowly stepped back from her, slipping out of her and letting her find her footing on the floor before stripping her dress from her and dropping it onto the floor with his clothes. “Come,” he said quietly, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom. “Let me show you.”

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