Another Giles/Dawn snippet
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cheesycatsA bit more Giles/Dawn naughtiness, this time with added library spanking goodness. Inspired by Bitca's comment about what Buffy would do if she found out about them. Please bear in mind, all this takes place well past the end of Season 7, in the little futureverse in my head where Dawn is training to be a watcher with Giles in London, so Dawn is completely legal, yadda yadda. NC-17.
Giles shot Dawn a warning glare as her leg rubbed against his. She ignored it and slipped her hand in between his thighs.
Buffy was oblivious to the goings on under the library table, even the squeak Giles was sure he made as Dawn’s wrist brushed fleetingly against his cock. She was too busy digging through her handbag.
“I don’t have to stick around for the research part do I? I mean, you can call me when you find out what I’m supposed to be killing and fill me in on the slayus operandi later.”
Giles removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and tried unsuccessfully to ignore the sweet smelling girl next to him who was doing excruciatingly marvelous things with her thumb. “Buffy, I’d rather you were here when we find a picture of the creature. That way you can more easily identify it.”
Buffy produced her cell phone and waved it in front of his face. “Wake up and smell the 21st century, Giles. You can send me a picture of it.”
“My-my-my mobile doesn’t have that capability.” Giles stilled Dawn’s busy hand with his own. Any more of her handiwork and he was going to lose the ability of speech.
“Dawn’s does. And she’ll be here with you hitting the books all night. Just like last night.” Buffy said despairingly.
Giles wondered what Buffy would do to him if she knew that the only thing hit last night in the library was Dawn’s bare arse, smooth and pink, perched so fetchingly over his lap. He decided that memory alone would be worth the flaying he’d surely receive, both verbal and physical.
Buffy tossed her phone into her bag and put on her jacket. “Really, Dawn, what’s the point of living in a city like London if you don’t get out and have fun every once in awhile? There is more to life than Watcher lessons, you know.”
Dawn shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. She pulled Giles’s hand under her skirt. No knickers, of course. She was also soaking wet. Good Lord.
“P-p-p-perhaps you had better be on your way, Buffy. We’ll probably be here some time. All night, more than likely. Like you said, w-we can send you the picture. If—when, when we find it.”
Buffy didn’t stick around to discuss it further. “Cool! Later.” And she was out the door.
Giles turned to reprimand Dawn. Her Cheshire cat grin both infuriated and aroused him. “You little minx. Are you trying to kill me?”
She wriggled against his hand and nodded. “La petit mort.” She crawled onto his lap and straddled him.
“Oh, no, young lady.” He flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her skirt. He thrilled at her squeal of delight. “I think we need to revisit last night’s lesson, don’t you?”
Giles shot Dawn a warning glare as her leg rubbed against his. She ignored it and slipped her hand in between his thighs.
Buffy was oblivious to the goings on under the library table, even the squeak Giles was sure he made as Dawn’s wrist brushed fleetingly against his cock. She was too busy digging through her handbag.
“I don’t have to stick around for the research part do I? I mean, you can call me when you find out what I’m supposed to be killing and fill me in on the slayus operandi later.”
Giles removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and tried unsuccessfully to ignore the sweet smelling girl next to him who was doing excruciatingly marvelous things with her thumb. “Buffy, I’d rather you were here when we find a picture of the creature. That way you can more easily identify it.”
Buffy produced her cell phone and waved it in front of his face. “Wake up and smell the 21st century, Giles. You can send me a picture of it.”
“My-my-my mobile doesn’t have that capability.” Giles stilled Dawn’s busy hand with his own. Any more of her handiwork and he was going to lose the ability of speech.
“Dawn’s does. And she’ll be here with you hitting the books all night. Just like last night.” Buffy said despairingly.
Giles wondered what Buffy would do to him if she knew that the only thing hit last night in the library was Dawn’s bare arse, smooth and pink, perched so fetchingly over his lap. He decided that memory alone would be worth the flaying he’d surely receive, both verbal and physical.
Buffy tossed her phone into her bag and put on her jacket. “Really, Dawn, what’s the point of living in a city like London if you don’t get out and have fun every once in awhile? There is more to life than Watcher lessons, you know.”
Dawn shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. She pulled Giles’s hand under her skirt. No knickers, of course. She was also soaking wet. Good Lord.
“P-p-p-perhaps you had better be on your way, Buffy. We’ll probably be here some time. All night, more than likely. Like you said, w-we can send you the picture. If—when, when we find it.”
Buffy didn’t stick around to discuss it further. “Cool! Later.” And she was out the door.
Giles turned to reprimand Dawn. Her Cheshire cat grin both infuriated and aroused him. “You little minx. Are you trying to kill me?”
She wriggled against his hand and nodded. “La petit mort.” She crawled onto his lap and straddled him.
“Oh, no, young lady.” He flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her skirt. He thrilled at her squeal of delight. “I think we need to revisit last night’s lesson, don’t you?”
