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Written for "Shag the Librarian Day" over on LiveJournal. This one is rated adult's only.
Choices
by GylzGirl
[Set Post-Chosen]
Rated: FRAO
Pairing: Giles/YOU
Style: ABH
Disclaimer: I own nothing and the only profit being made off of this is feedback...maybe :)
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It is a nice quiet Sunday afternoon. You've spent most of it cleaning the house you rent, and listening to a selection of CD's you haven't heard since you were in school. It's been all-in-all a very nice day. You're stowing the vacuum cleaner in the closet and singing along to "Joey" by Concrete Blonde when suddenly there is a rolling sensation in the room. You feel like you're about to pass out when you notice your hanging plants are swinging. There's nothing wrong with your equilibrium. This is an earthquake. You walk to the doorframe of the hall and brace yourself, just in case. It stops soon snd you stay where you are for a few minutes in case of an aftershock.
You smile to yourself. The last earthquake you were in [well the last two of them in fact] was back when you were living in Sunnydale. Thinking of that town brings back a confused wave of emotions; fear, happiness, and sadness. The fear came with the territory of living over a Hellmouth. The happiness and sadness, however, could both be blamed on one man; Rupert Giles.
Rupert Giles is the only man you've ever loved. If someone were to catch you in an honest moment, you'd admit that you think he's the only man you will ever love. In the five years he lived in Sunnydale, your professional relationship turned to friendship, then to best friends, then to lovers. And then Buffy Summers, Rupert's Slayer, died. You tried to deal with your grief as best you could in order to help Rupert with his. But he decided to get out of Sunnydale. That nothing there was worth the staying for. He was moving back home to England. And you were willing to change everything you'd ever known to move there with him. Problem was, he never asked you to. He was just leaving. Two days before his flight, you packed your car full of your belongings and moved away.
You didn’t move far. You didn’t have the heart to in case the kids needed you back in Sunnydale. You settled about an hour away and called back to give Willow your new contact information. You were ecstatic when she called you to tell you Buffy was alive. You thought you'd be on your way back to see her that very night. Then Will told you that Giles was on his way back. You asked her to give Buffy your love and that was the last time you considered going back to Sunnydale without there being an apocalypse involved. As time has gone on, Willow, Buffy and Xander have each tried to coax you back coinciding with one of Rupert's visits. But, you just can't. One look at him and you'll forget everything that has happened. You know you would. Because you still love him as fiercely as ever. Seeing him and knowing what you've lost is just more than you can take.
You look around your living room. You were about to head into the shower but, fearing being on wet slippery tile during another quake, you decide on having a quick supper first. You fix soup and sit down to watch some TV. You soon set your empty bowl on the coffee table and keep watching the tube.
The next thing you know, you're waking up on the sofa in the now darkened room. The flickering TV is your only illumination. You rub a hand over your sleep-numbed face and look to the clock; 9:30pm. You've slept for about three hours. After turning on some lights in the living room, you make your way to the bathroom and that long overdue shower.
Just as you're finishing, you hear a knock on the front door. Careful not to slip, you step out of the stall, hurriedly wiping your feet on the rug and throwing on a robe. You grab a towel on your way out of the room and wrap your hair in it as you walk to the door. You look through the peephole and your breathing stops. Without thinking twice, you throw open the door to find Rupert Giles on your porch.
For a moment, all you do is stare at each other. He is wearing a brown jacket, gray sweater and drab colored pants. He looks like he's had a hard day. You meet his eyes finally, expecting signs of tiredness. Instead, you see his eyes blazing emerald and amber, darker than their usual shades. You gulp because you know him well enough to tell that he's feeling something alright, and tired isn't it.
You open your mouth to speak and he charges forward into your house. You back up out of instinct, walking in reverse until you hit the wall. Rupert doesn't slow his pace, kicking the door shut behind him. He stalks forward until he is mere inches in front of you. He tilts his head down to look into your eyes. If you were a little taller, you'd be nose to nose. Your heart is pounding nearly out of your chest. Your brain seems completely offline. You can't seem to think, speak, or move. All you can do is stare into his eyes.
Rupert swoops forward so fast that you wouldn't have been able to dodge him had you even been inclined. His mouth is on yours, passionate and demanding. Some part of your brain finally wakes up and is indignant. How dare he storm in here without a word and kiss you? Just because you don't have anyone in your life romantically right now doesn't mean he should have just assumed you didn't; or that you'd appreciate his long overdue affections. You have half a mind to shove him off of you and slap him soundly for such cheek.
Just then, he roughly unties your robe and yanks off your towel. The night air catches on your wet skin and you shiver. Soon, Rupert's rough, warm hands are gliding across your body. You moan wantonly against his mouth. He smiles and pulls back for air. When you open your eyes, he is smiling down on you. You grab his jacket lapels and reverse your positions, slamming him against the wall. As you roughly tug his jacket down his arms, you kiss him fiercely. You never thought you'd have this again and it's only your desire to make love to him that is keeping you from crying from happiness.
Soon Rupert is as bare as you. "Bedroom?" he pants as his mouth continues to devour yours.
You smile against his lips. Of course, he's never been here before. "End of the hall."
His mouth leaves yours as he turns his head to scout the room. He looks back to you shaking his head. "Too far," he says with a smile. He sits down on the floor. His hands are on your waist and he takes you with him. Almost before you realize what is happening, you are lying on your living room carpet and Rupert's body is moving over yours, sliding between your legs. You can feel his hardness graze your thigh and then probe at your sex. It's all you can do not to thrust forward and take him into you right there.
Rupert senses your impatience, and apparently he shares it, for in the next moment, he is sliding inside of you. Just the thought of having him again, when you never thought you would, is almost enough to make you climax. You take a deep breath and calm yourself. The composure doesn't last long though because he starts to move. At first, he takes slow deliberate strokes. You throw your head back as familiar and long-missed flashes of pleasure butterfly their way through your bloodstream. Rupert licks at your neck and nibbles at your jaw as your legs come around him, urging him deeper. He increases his pace and there is nothing in the world except his eyes, the rhythm of his body within yours and the salty taste of his skin. The light scratch of his chest hair against your sensitive nipples, the deep masculine noises he makes with each thrust, the way his hair starts to curl at the base of his neck from the dampness of exertion; every detail of Rupert is so erotic to you. Without warning, you are not just falling into ecstasy but leaping headlong into it. Your moan is near to crying and as Rupert climaxes, you realize that your tears have, in fact, begun to fall. You feel him slip from your body and miss the feel of him instantly.
You close your eyes in embarrassment. It is only seconds before your feel strong hands touching your face. "I'm sorry."
"Did I hurt you?" His voice is full of concern.
"No," you say, wishing the tears would stop. You take a couple deep breaths, trying to stop crying. "I just…I…" You're telling yourself to shut up here before you make it any worse, but you can't seem to help yourself. "I love you and… and I've missed you so much, Rupert. You can't know."
He smiles at you and it is beautiful. "Can't I?" His face turns serious. "I have to tell you something."
You take a slow breath, and then another. "Okay."
"Sunnydale is gone."
You prop yourself up on your elbows. "What do you mean gone?"
"Gone, Love. We closed the Hellmouth and it created a sort of… sinkhole. There is a crater now where Sunnydale once was."
"When was this?"
"Earlier today."
You blink. You're not really able to get your mind around it. Sure, you've been away for awhile, but for a good chunk of years, Sunnydale was home. For it to be gone for good… You blink again. That earthquake earlier. It wasn't an earthquake, you now realize. It was Sunnydale. You felt it die. You shake your head. "What about…"
"They're safe. All of them, except…"
Your blood chills. "Except?"
He sighs heavily. "We lost Anya."
You gasp. "Oh Rupert, I'm so sorry." You kiss him.
"Considering what we were up against, the fact that any of us made it out is a blessing."
"Where are the others?"
"They're at a hotel here in town. We all decided to have a rest for the weekend before we leave."
A fresh onslaught of tears stings at your eyes, wanting out. "Leave?"
"For England."
You sit up sharply, staring at him in disbelief. "What was this then? Your going away present?" He looks confused but you're too hurt and angry to notice. You reach for your discarded robe and pull it across yourself as you stand. He stands as well, reaching out for you. "Don't touch me!"
You're crying again but this time you don't care. "I can't believe I fell for this again. Let myself think you loved me so that you could just leave me behind again. Get out of my house!"
"You don't understand."
"No I do. You're all going to England so you won't really have any reason to come back here any more. No consequences if you break what little of my heart you didn't crush the first time around right?"
He grips your upper arms forcefully and pulls you closer to him. "No, I want you to come with me. As you said, I don't know when I'll need to come to the States again. How am I supposed to do the work I need to do when my thoughts are here with you? When my heart is where you are?"
You stare up at him, afraid to believe what you're hearing. "Rupert?"
Rupert releases his hold of you. This time a gentle hand strokes the side of your face. "I've made many mistakes these past few years, Love. When I lost Buffy, I didn't know what I was doing. And when I returned and you were gone, I thought I was protecting you by not dragging you back into all the monsters and madness that comes with my life. But you're all I want in this world. I wasn't expecting to live through this battle. I wasn't expecting any of us to. And now that I have, risking your rejection seems a small price to pay for the chance of having you around for the rest of my life. I love you." He tries to put his hands in pockets he doesn't currently have and upon realizing that, his hands come to rest on his hips like some kind of naked Robin Hood.
You can't help but laugh. Before the hurt look can surface on his face, you are embracing him. His hands come into your hair and he encourages you to look up at him. Rupert is grinning. "Is this a yes?"
You return the smile. "When do I pack?"
The End.
"Over the sea and far away, she's waiting like an iceberg, waiting to change, but she's cold inside, she wants to be like the water."~K.T. Tunstall
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