"More than." He nodded, pulling her back to him. "The feel of you is like heaven." He simply held her for a long time, stroking her hair with one hand as the other made small circles in the center of her back. She tilted her head up and smiled at him.

"Kiss me?"

Giles grinned and stepped back, his hand moving around her waist to the fastening of her jeans. "Where?"

"Everywhere."

His fingers set to work, stripping her out of her remaining clothes. When she was nude before him, he stepped back once again, sweeping his eyes appreciatively over her beauty. He started to say something when her fingers met his lips, silencing him. He nodded and she moved her hand, trailing it over his chest and down to his belt. She eased him out of his slacks and boxers as easily as he had done to her then took his hand.

When they reached the bed, Giles swept her up into his arms and lay her gently in the center of it. Buffy's eyes were locked on his cock, swaying so tantalizingly close to her as he knelt beside her. "Where shall I start, with the kissing?"

She smiled and reached her hand out, taking him in a loose but firm grip as she began stroking him. "Surprise me."

He nodded, bending forward to kiss her forehead. She grinned, her hand continuing to move. He continued kissing her, working his way down the side of her face until he captured her lips once again. Buffy released him, winding her arms around his neck. Lowering himself on top of her, Giles lost himself in the taste of her, the sweetness of her lips and tongue.

Buffy ran her hands along his sides before trailing them up his back, delighting in his shivering. He thrust toward her, the hard length of him pressing down against her stomach. She growled low, the trembling of her lips breaking the kiss. Giles looked down at her, his grin wide. "You like that, love?"

Pulling away from her, he started kissing her again, this time starting with her shoulder and working his way to the sensitive skin of her neck. He licked the creamy skin, tasting sweat and heat. His body was throbbing, aching with the strength of his desire, wanting to be buried inside her. He forced himself to continue kissing her, finding her breasts again, lavishing attention on them both.

Buffy arched her back, offering herself once more. He licked and kissed, nibbling the skin until it was flushed pink all over, her nipples dark and hard with excitement. She resisted the urge to hold him to her, not wanting to stop his exquisite exploration. Her hands stroked his shoulders, guiding him lower as he left her breasts and found his way down her stomach.

Giles felt her hands leave him as he moved down, kissing the firm skin of her stomach before pausing, inhaling the sharp scent of her. Her body was like a furnace beneath his lips, growing hotter as he moved closer to her core. He raised his head, looking up at her.

Buffy's head was thrown back in anticipation, her mouth open as she struggled to breathe. Her hands were buried in the sheets, clenching the thin material in her fists as she raised her hips off the bed, urging him to kiss her once more.

Changing his position, Giles knelt beside her once again, turning back to lower himself to the downy hair that was the only thing hiding her from his view. His lips and breath brushed the tangle of curls, eliciting a sharp cry from Buffy. Her nails raked along the back of his thigh, causing him to tremble, pausing in his assault.

Running her hand down his thigh again, Buffy tilted her head to watch Giles' reaction, smiling to herself as he quivered at her touch. He looked back at her with a delight and a promise of retribution. Lowering his head once again, he used his fingers to brush the softness away and part her smooth thighs.

Buffy gasped as his breath danced across her aching clit, warming and cooling all at the same time. He whispered her name, inhaling her, memorizing the smell of her, his mind treasuring her, filling in all the blanks that had plagued his fantasies, rendering them incomplete. He closed his eyes, giving in completely to the magic of the girl beneath him, his tongue darting out to taste her, treasure her.

Crying out, Buffy bucked off the bed, opening herself further, allowing Giles better access to the molten taste of her. Her hand snaked between his legs, capturing his erection once more, stroking it with smooth, even motions, rubbing the tip with her thumb, urging him toward oblivion.

Giles buried himself between her legs, his tongue sweeping along the hot cleft, tasting her, worshiping her. Wrapping his lips around her clitoris, he sucked lightly, teasing her opening with the soft brush of his fingers. She whimpered beneath him, her hand increasing its speed as she caressed him. Nibbling the hard flesh, Giles slipped his fingers inside her, bathing them in her warmth and wetness.

The tight muscles clenched around the invasion, and she shivered violently. His tongue flickered across her clit yet again and she cried out, her body tautening once more before relaxing, allowing him to slowly move his fingers, guiding them gently in and out of her, stroking the delicate flesh. His thumb replaced his tongue and he lay his head on her thigh, watching her as she lay shaking, unable to protect herself from the storm of emotion he was causing in her.

With one hand, Giles captured her, easing it away from his erection. She barely noticed, too caught up in his seduction of her, losing herself willingly in his touch. Carefully removing his hand, Giles moved around, straddling her knees. He stared down at her, need in his eyes along with passion and love. "I…I need you, Buffy."

"I never meant to leave you, Rupert," she was crying, whether from the statement or the feelings he'd aroused in her, neither was sure. "I'll never…" She struggled for breath. "I love you."

He closed his eyes, barely catching the sob that shook him. He moved forward, bracing himself over her as he guided the tip of her cock to her wet opening. He met her gaze, sharing her emotion with her. "You're sure?"

"That I love you?" She laughed softly. "Never been more sure of anything."

"Not of that, Buffy." He started to say something when she braced her feet against the bed and thrust upwards, her body swallowing the length of him greedily.

"Of this?" She asked with a soft gasp.

"This." He nodded, slowly beginning to move inside her. His hips met hers as she matched his rhythm, guiding it as she grew used to him.

The feel of him was overwhelming, hard and deep inside of her, buried in her. Buffy bit her lips, closing her eyes as she wrapped her legs around his, moving faster, begging him with her body to fill her, to satisfy the itch he had created.

Giles matched her movements, thrusting against her in a passionate frenzy, their need and desire getting the best of them, finally, giving in to the intensity of their feelings, their emotions, their hunger.

Buffy sank her nails into the soft skin of his buttocks, urging him deeper. Giles complied, shuddering as he approached the edge of his orgasm. One hand moved between them and he caught her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive flesh gently. Buffy cried out, tears of love and fulfillment coursing down her cheeks as her body clenched at Giles, forcing a sharp cry from him as he climaxed deep inside her.

Collapsing on top of her, Giles took a deep breath and gazed down at the woman he loved. In the long silence, Buffy looked up and met his eyes. "I meant what I said," she whispered.

"I know. I still love you too."

She smiled, glad to know he knew what she meant. Of course, that had been what made her realize that she had a much stronger connection with her Watcher than she'd ever thought possible. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. Her smile faded however, as she touched his lips with her fingertips. "But I'm not ready to go home."

He started, unprepared for her statement. "I see."

She felt him pull away from her, easing himself from her spent flesh. She refused to let him roll away, holding onto him. "Giles…Damn it, Rupert. I'm not quite used to that yet." She tried to smile, but failed in the face of his sad eyes. "Rupert, please? Listen?"

He nodded, not meeting her eyes.

"Rupert, you've given me more today than I thought I'd ever find again. I was so scared and so sad, sure that I wasn't anything that I had always thought myself to be. You showed me that I was strong and needed. You showed me that I'm more than what I am as the Slayer. You showed me that…someone would see past what the rest of the world saw and allow me to be strong and weak all at the same time."

He didn't respond and she sighed in exasperation.

"Rupert, you've helped me start to heal, but there's more to this than feeling powerful physically. I need to get all the emotional stuff in place. And I need to do it by myself first before I can do it with everyone else around. And before I can do it with you."

"This is about Angel, then?"

She flinched. "No. Not exactly."

"But somewhat?"

"I loved him. Love him too. But going back with you, like it is right now…well, I'm still reeling from my last love affair, I don't know that I'm ready to dive back into another one." She turned his head, making him look at her. "I don't want to cheat you out of everything you deserve, Rupert. Surely, if you love me, you can wait for me?"

Hope flared in his eyes for an instant. "How long am I to wait, Buffy?"

"I'll be home soon." She met his eyes, hoping he would see the promise there. "But…I was wondering…"

"Yes?"

"When do you have to be home?"

"I would imagine by the beginning of school, which is in three days."

"Well then, I think that…as far as the affair part of the love affair goes, you only have to wait a little while. Maybe an hour." Running her hand along his thigh, she let it drop to his cock, surprised and delighted to find it was somewhat erect. "Or maybe less."