"So, G, what do you do for excitement around here?"
Giles looked up from his book. Everyone but Faith had gone. He vaguely remembered hearing the others say something about going to the Bronze.
He glanced at his new charge. "I think Buffy and the others were headed for the Bronze. They say it's the only place to uh, hang out in Sunnydale."
Faith snapped her gum then walked over and hopped up on the table beside him. She pushed his book out of the way and slid over so that she was directly in front of him.
"Yeah. I heard them." She leaned down until she was almost in his face. "But I asked what you do for excitement."
"Oh." He blinked. "Well, this is about it, I'm afraid. As Buffy's Watcher -- and now yours, for the time being -- I don't really have time for...excitement."
"Uh huh." She stared at him.
"Yes?"
"That's not what Xander said."
"Don't believe everything that Xander says. In fact, don't believe anything Xander says." He paused. "Um, what did he say, precisely?"
Faith swung her legs so that they swooshed by on either side of his knees. "Oh, just that you practically live here in the library -- pretty much by choice. Sounds boring."
"As I said, I don't have time for...anything...much..." Uncomfortable talking about his non-existent social life, he trailed off and reached for his book, attempting to return to his reading.
After a moment, he felt Faith's continuous stare.
"Yes?" He looked up at her.
"You really are cute, y'know."
"You don't have to score points with me, Faith." He brightened a bit, nonetheless.
"Not why I said that." She reached out and caressed his cheek with her fingertips. He jerked his head back and she grabbed his tie pulling him closer. Placing a hand atop hers he tried to regain possession of his tie but she wouldn't let go.
Faith laughed. "We can play tug-of-war if you like but your neck is on the line here. 'Course," she leaned closer, elbows on her knees, until they were nose to nose and he could feel her hot breath tickling across his face, "if you start to lose conciousness I could give you mouth...to mouth."
Giles flicked his gaze away from her fascinating lips to meet the invitation in her eyes. She was so very new and... zesty. They did need to get to know each other better if they were to work together. He felt the attraction sparking between them and, he had to admit, that spending the day in her brash company had triggered a couple of fantasies in his sex-deprived imagination. It had been such a long time since he had sex with a partner.
"Why wait?" he asked and moved forward to the edge of his chair so that he could brush his lips against hers.
Faith's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought it would take longer to seduce you."
"Complaining?"
"Not on your life, Watcher. You're not only cute, you're sexy and your accent turns me on."
Giles slid one hand along her neck under her jaw and the other settled at her waist. Tugging gently he brought her closer and kissed her slowly, giving the act all of his concentration. He broke if off a little bit at a time.
Faith shoved her fingers into his hair and dragged him back so that she could return the favour. His mouth opened allowing her access to his tongue which she stroked with hers. The kiss continued -- half exploratory, half a war for dominance -- until they ran out of air. Faith sucked on his lower lip then released him.
They were both breathing hard. Their gazes locked.
"Your glasses are fogging up," Faith told him.
Giles stood abruptly, the chair scraping along the floor as it was pushed away. Setting his glasses safely aside, he put one hand on either side of Faith, resting his weight on the table as he resumed the kiss. Then he placed his hands on her knees and forced her legs apart, stepping in between her thighs. One hand slid up the outside of her leg until it lay on her hip. The other sneaked under the bottom edge of her mid-riff top. Pushing the material out of the way he exposed her bra-less breasts.
Faith pulled the top over her head and threw it aside. She smiled at the look on his face.
"Like what you see?"
By way of answer, Giles put both hands on her hips and wrenched her up against his crotch. Faith's legs wound around his waist. Leaning back, elbows on the table, she leisurely rubbed herself against him, a half-smile on her face. His erection was growing but all he did was close his eyes and play her little game, responding in kind, moving his hips back and forth very slowly.
Finally, Faith grew impatient and sat up reaching for him.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she complained and loosened his tie enough to lift it over his head. Then she started to work on the buttons of his shirt, shoving the suspenders off his shoulders and pulling his shirt tail out of his trousers. When her fingers closed in on his fly he pushed her hands away and opened his pants himself.
He left his erection straining to get free as he grabbed Faith's slacks at the waist and yanked them down to her knees and then over her feet and off, taking her panties and shoes with them. Only then did he let his cock out and quickly moved back between her legs.
Faith pushed his pants and shorts down over his hips.
"I need skin on skin, Watcher-man." She took his cock in her warm hands and softly stroked it while Giles leaned down to kiss her breasts. Then he placed his mouth on one nipple and suckled it. Faith's head dropped back. Her breathing grew harsh. Her eyes closed while she held his head to her breast.
Giles switched to the other one but after a moment he lifted his head and reclaimed her mouth, leaning way over the table to get to it. Faith wriggled backwards until her entire body was on the table. Giles climbed up and lay down on top of her between her legs. Her knees came up on either side of his hips, her feet lifted and locked behind him, the pressure she was exerting nearly at breaking force.
Giles looked back over his shoulder. "If you hold me that tightly I won't be able to do anything more."
Faith grunted and loosened her clench. Smiling up at him she said, "Don't want to deprive you of your fun. Or mine."
Running his palm over her hard, flat stomach, Giles began to nibble on her neck, worrying the skin just below the collarbone with his teeth. Faith moaned quietly, loving both the feral and gentle aspects of his lovemaking. But she wanted action. Now.
Grabbing him roughly by the ears she hauled his head up so she could see his eyes.
"Fuck me, Watcher."
He grinned at her. "We do it my way or not at all."
"That's what you think." Using her legs she flipped him over on his back, rolling them both over on the table. Straddling his hips she reached between her thighs and grasped his cock, squeezing hard. Giles groaned loudly.
"Jesus!" he gasped.
"Like that, do you?" Faith remained kneeling over him and began to slide down over his straining cock. Waiting until she was firmly impaled on him, Giles heaved upwards and twisted his body taking them both over one more rotation. They fell off the table. They landed on the floor with twin grunts, Faith on her back and Giles imbedded deeply inside her.
Faith screamed as the force of the impact nearly tore her inside out but it was a scream of mindless pleasure rather than one of pain. She convulsed, wildly bucking her hips to get more of him, to increase the sensation, then she screamed again and stilled. Giles rode her wave of orgasmic bliss through to nearly the end and he exploded, starbursts of colours swimming behind his eyeballs. He lowered himself so that his head rested on her chest. He dragged his tongue over her salty skin once and closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing under control. Under his cheek, Faith's heart pounded wildly. Then she chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Giles asked, not moving an inch.
"This is so gonna hurt later."
At last lifting his head, Giles looked at her and caught her meaning.
His knees would never be the same, he knew that, and he could imagine how sore her back and shoulders and ass were going to be by morning. But she was a Slayer and would heal quickly. He would just deal with his own bruises as best he could.
Faith snapped her gum in his ear.
