Underneath His Clothes

B/G FRAO

Spoilers: Everything set sometime in the future

Summary: PWP, Buffy’s tired of waiting

Disclaimer: Joss and everyone else own them; I just borrow to have fun. The song is by Shakira, I don’t own it either.

Distribution: You want it? Just ask.

Feedback: equals happy muse. Happy muse equals more stories.

A/N: I first heard the song attached to a wonderful ASH video at http://www.green-sector.de/buffy.php. If you haven’t seen, go now! *waits patiently* Okay, now you’ve seen it you can understand why my muse started picturing naked Giles. So of course I had to bow to her insistence that I write this. *G* Song lyrics in italics

Dedication: To everyone who enjoys Giles, clothed or not.

Buffy closed the door, grateful to see the last of her friends leave. She looked over at him. He was standing there barefoot, tie gone, and two buttons of his shirt undone. He was undeniably handsome, no sexy. She had finally run out of patience.

You’re a song

Written by the hand of god

Don’t get me wrong cause

This might sound to you a bit odd

But you own the place

Where all my thoughts go hiding

And right under your clothes

Is where you’ll find them.

She crossed the room, reaching him and pulling him down for a hard kiss. He tried to sputter, but she wrapped her tongue around his and he surrendered. Heat poured through them, driving her wild.

“Buffy, I thought we were going to wait,” he protested as she nibbled his neck.

“I got tired of waiting Giles,” she growled, ripping his shirt off.

Underneath your clothes

There’s an endless story

There’s the man I chose

There’s my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl honey.

She licked his nipples, feeling the shivers run through his body. She delighted in knowing she did that to him. She kissed and nibbled every scar, every hurt she caused. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, loving every gold-grey strand. She pushed him back towards the bedroom. As she did, she lavished kisses over his chest. As he fell to the mattress, she captured his mouth again, plundering the warm depths. He pulled her close, tugging at the zipper of her dress. When it stopped, she moved away, standing up. Giles watched the garment pool at her feet then his gaze drifted upwards and he saw her wearing nothing but a lacy white thong and a garter belt.

“Oh dear Lord,” he breathed.

Because of you

I forgot the smart ways to lie

Because of you

I’m running out of reasons to cry

When the friends are gone

When the party’s over

We will still belong, to each other.

Buffy extended her leg, placing her foot on his lap. Giles gently tugged the garter down, tracing his strong hands along her muscles. She smiled wickedly as she pushed him down with her foot. She then wriggled out of the thong making him gasp. She climbed on top of him, kissing and licking her way down to his waistband. She slowly undid the button as she kissed his stomach. As he lifted his hips, she drew off pants and boxers in one swift motion. Tossing them to the floor, she surveyed her prize. He was long and hard, just for her. Buffy had known it would be worth the wait and was glad not to be disappointed.

Underneath your clothes

There’s an endless story

There’s the man I chose

There’s my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl honey

Underneath your clothes

There’s an endless story

There’s the man I chose

There’s my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl honey

For being such a yeah

She crawled over him, stopping at his hard desire. She licked it tentatively, wondering how he would taste. He groaned, arching his hips to her mouth. She took him in completely. She slowly released him; she had other plans for him. She continued kissing her way up, letting his hands roam over her body. When she reached his mouth, she nibbled the bottom lip.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked as she ground against his erection.

“God no,” he growled, pulling her down for a carnal kiss.

“Good,” she purred, glad she was on the pill.

She braced herself on strong Slayer legs. She hovered over him, teasing until she saw the naked look of want in his eyes. She slowly lowered herself onto him, stretching to accommodate his thickness. When she had him all inside, she stopped, letting them both enjoy the sensation.

I love you more than all that’s on the planet

Movin’ talkin’ walkin’ breathing

You know it’s true

Oh baby it’s so funny

You almost don’t believe it

As every voice is hanging from the silence

Lamps are hanging from the ceiling

Like a lady tied to her manners

I’m tied up to this feeling.

She slid up, moaning as she came down again. His hands grabbed her hips, helping her establish a rhythm. She lost herself to desire as she rode him. He arched into her, feeling her edge closer to oblivion. As the waves of pleasure claimed her, he rolled them over, taking control.

He thrust harder, deeper, pulling her closer as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She’d barely recovered from the first orgasm as she felt desire build again. He filled her so completely, touched every part of her. She crashed once more, calling his name. He thrust one last time joining her with a shout.

Underneath your clothes

There’s an endless story

There’s the man I chose

There’s my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl honey

Underneath your clothes

There’s an endless story

There’s the man I chose

There’s my territory

And all the things I deserve

For being such a good girl

For being such a good girl.

As he rolled off her, she smiled, kissing him gently He pulled her close, covering them with the quilt. She purred as he cradled her gently.

“Glad we didn’t wait?” she joked affectionately.

“God yes,” he chuckled, kissing her forehead. “I love you, Buffy.”

“And I love you, Giles,” she grinned as they drifted into sleep.