Bad Giles

"Giles?"

Cordelia paused on the threshold of Giles' apartment. She thought she heard a muffled voice in answer to her shouted query.

"Giles, where are you?"

The brunette shut the door so that no demony things could wander inside. Anything could be lurking out there at this time of night.

"Giles, where the heck are you? I need your help." She stopped to listen. Nothing. "Angel wants to borrow a couple of books. He said you'd have them."

She peered into the kitchen then went down the hallway and checked out the bathroom and laundry room. Nobody there.

"Giles?" she headed upstairs to the loft.

"Cordelia, don't..."

She stopped.

She stared.

"...come up here," he finished.

Cordelia clapped a hand over her mouth, held it there until she was sure she wasn't going to laugh, then removed it.

"Giles, why are you naked and chained to a bed?" she asked, her voice trembling with the need to laugh anyway. He looked *so* embarrassed and that was the only reason she was amused. Cordelia circled around to the other side of the bed, studying the man on it. Giles lay on his back, arms stretched over his head, his wrists handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. He didn't look like he was in pain or even uncomfortable -- beyond the fact that she was staring at him.

"Why are you chained up? Playing kinky games with someone? Where is she?"

He turned his head slightly to the side, avoiding her questioning gaze.

She took advantage of his looking away to do some looking of her own. He had a yummy body -- broad chest lightly covered in dark blond hair, nice pecs, flat belly, long legs. He had good definition though he was not a hardbody by any means. Everything was well proportioned, considering his height, especially the centerpiece between his thighs that was presently quivering to life under her scrutiny. Funny how she'd never stopped to think about him in this way. Boy, had she missed out on some quality fantasy time. High school could have been a lot more fun.

"Cordelia, do be a good girl and go away!" The strangled sound of his voice told her much. Her presence aroused him and he knew she knew it. Interesting.

She waited until he sneaked a look her way to fold her arms across her abdomen drawing his attention to her chest. Putting on her best flirty expression, Cordelia went to the foot of the bed and proceeded to strip. She took her time, keeping eye contact with the man on the bed. As she slowly removed each article of clothing, she flung it in a different direction. Halfway through the show, she turned around to present her back to him and teased him with a wink and a saucy smile over her shoulder.

Giles was paying close attention. His eyes had a kind of glazed expression as if he knew he was about to get flattened by an incoming meteor. His mouth was open slightly. She glanced away once to check... Yup. Little Rupert was nearly fully erect. She looked again. Make that Big Rupert.

When she was equally as naked as he, she crawled up from the bottom of the bed between his spread legs. Stopping near his knees and leaning forward to give him a really good view of her breasts, she tossed her head so that her hair brushed his belly, making his skin twitch. Then she settled herself bedside him on one elbow and caressed his thighs, trailing her fingertips over the softer skin there then upwards into the thicket of hair. When her fingers explored that area, he hissed in pleasure. His eyes closed while the pads of her fingers rubbed tiny circles across his balls; he was practically purring now. She amused herself by blowing on the tip of his penis.

Encircling the shaft between thumb and forefinger, she played with the foreskin, rolling it up and down, up and down.

"This is a lot of fun, Giles. I've never held a guy captive before. I'll have to try it again sometime."

"Just pay attention to what you're doing now." He didn't exactly sound calm but he certainly sounded willing.

"So how did you end up cuffed to the bed?" She glanced at him right before flicking her tongue across the tip of his cock.

"Cordelia!" he arched his hips off the mattress.

"That's not an answer. I thought you had all the answers, Mister I'm over-educated and speak a whole bunch of languages." She leaned in closer and dragged her tongue up his shaft ever so slowly then repeated the action several times.

Giles squirmed. He grunted once then fell silent again.

"Are you waiting for someone to come back, or did one of your ex-friends from your London Bad Boy days show up and do this to you? Why did you tell me to leave? Something noble like you don't want me to get hurt?"

"I didn't want you to see me like this."

She noticed he answered her last question but not the others. "Didn't? Past tense?"

"It's a little late now."

"You don't seem to be complaining."

"How can I complain about a beautiful woman making love to me?"

"Aww, that's so sweet. Just for that nice thing you said I'll give you a treat." While they'd been conversing, her fingers had been idly running up and down his velvety thickness. Now Cordelia placed a kiss on his hip, another one on his stomach, a third directly over his navel. She inched her way upwards. She gnawed on his ribs, which made him wriggle like he might be ticklish there. Moving onward and upward, she stopped to mouth each nipple in turn. Then licked her way up his breastbone eventually reaching his neck and chin and finally his mouth. She stopped to look into his eyes that were now several shades darker green than she'd ever seen them before. The odd little patch of hazel in his left one had all but disappeared swallowed up in a haze of hunger.

Cordelia smiled lustily and was pleased when he returned the smile with equal passion.

She sat up and straddled him at the waist, her hands spread out on his chest for support. Giles expression turned serious as he gazed at her. He flicked his eyes up and down her body, drowning her in a warm bath of desire. Cordelia's insides turned liquid and she felt herself grow hot and moist. Her face flushed with warmth and her legs trembled. Up until now it had been a game and she had been in control. Suddenly it was more. Much, much more. All of that in just a look. Wow.

Whimpering, she stared back at him helplessly, unsure how or why this was happening but loving ever second of it.

He jerked his arms, the chain of the cuffs banging against the headboard, frustrated that he couldn't reach her.

She suddenly wanted him to touch her.

"Where's the key?"

He started to answer then stopped and ended up saying instead, "Gone."

"Damn!"

"My sentiments exactly. Come to me, Cordelia."

She leaned down. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned wild and crazy. Taking his face between her hands, the kiss grew in intensity. Giles lifted his head as far as he could crushing his mouth against hers, his tongue demanding entrance and gaining it. They battled it out and both ended up victors. Cordelia backed off, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth.

"mmm If I'd only known back in high school you could kiss like that..."

"You mentioned something about a treat."

Laughing, she said, "More? You want more? Well, I don't know. Have you been a good boy?"

"Not at all," he said smugly.

"That's what I wanted to hear. All right. Here's your treat."

It was hers, too, since she was getting that lowdown inner itchy tickle that signalled an overpowering need to satisfy it. She reached between her legs and stroked herself maintaining, as before, constant eye contact with Giles. Panting slightly, Cordelia rose up on her knees again and backed down the bed until she was poised directly over his penis.

"Are...are you ready?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. His eyes were almost jade now.

Cordelia grabbed his shaft in her left hand. Giles exhaled noisily, his eyes shuttered. She positioned him at her entrance then lowered herself onto him, closing her own eyes at the feeling of him sliding up inside her inch by precious inch. Suddenly he bucked his hips and easily slipped the rest of the way inside her slick passage. He went in as far as possible and they both stopped, opened their eyes and stared at each other.

Cordelia was aware of another bubble of laughter rising. Giles looked as startled as she felt. Then he smiled back at her. She wiggled her hips just for effect.

"Delia!"

"Oh, I like that. No one ever calls me Delia." She raised up, letting him slide partway out of her, then sank back down. She was filled by him. It felt like he expanded inside her, reaching places no one else could hope to touch. It caused a funny catch in the back of her throat.

Tightening around him, she slid up and down his length. Frustration showed on Giles' face when he still couldn't touch her. He raised his knees and braced himself to thrust up into her. His movements were fast and hard and Cordy felt the contraction of his stomach muscles between her thighs. She pumped up and down as rapidly as she was capable of, her desire turning frantic for completion. The bed rocked on its foundation and springs made feeble protests.

Then she was on the precipice. One more thrust and she fell over it, spiralling down into oblivion, screaming all the way. From somewhere far away she heard Giles cry out and felt him heave one last time up into her.

Easing back toward coherent thought, she found herself sprawled across his chest. There was a sticky wetness between her legs and she was pleasantly buzzed. Giles' heart pounded under her ear, gradually slowing back to a more normal rhythm. Moving her head so that she could see his face, she said, "Now will you tell me who cuffed you to the bed?"

Several things played out over his face and finally he looked resigned. He said, "They did."

Cordy glanced over her shoulder. Buffy and Willow stood at the foot of the bed. Both girls looked displeased.

"Bad Giles," Buffy said, her lower lip jutting into one of her well known pouts.

"Yeah, Bad Giles," Willow added. "This was supposed to be punishment for cheating on me with Buffy."

"And for cheating on me with Willow."

Cordelia turned so she could see Giles' face. He looked rather smug again.

"Bad Giles," she said affectionately.

~ end ~


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