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Title: A Mile In His Moccasins 23/26 The group returned to the living room as a nervous clump. Willow put the tray down on the coffee table and retreated to Tara's side. Anya sat on the arm of Xander's chair and Dawn took a spot on the floor next to them. Giles took a deep breath and moved to Mrs. Wilmot's chair with Buffy. "I assume you'd like to perform an examination, Mrs. Wilmot?" She shook her head emphatically. "Not you, her," she said pointing at Buffy. "She's got your eyes, so she's the one I have to look at. Come here, girl." Buffy looked nervously at Giles. He nodded encouragingly. She removed her glasses and knelt on the floor before Mrs. Wilmot. She was relived when Mrs. Wilmot stubbed out her cigarette, but tensed when the odd woman began to touch various spots on her face and throat with a look of intense concentration in her watery gray eyes. Giles put a comforting hand on Buffy's shoulder as he watched the proceedings anxiously. The rest of the group instinctively leaned toward Buffy and took up similar protective positions with those nearest them. Every nerve in the room was taut. At last Mrs. Wilmot nodded and settled back in her seat. She indicated she was finished. Buffy moved to the sofa and Giles sat beside her. "You're getting headaches, aren't you?" "Some," Buffy replied. "Blurry vision?" "Once in a while," she admitted. "Not much unless I read too long." "And you do a lot of that, don't you?" "The last couple days. Most of the time, I can resist the temptation to do brainy stuff, but Giles is research guy, so I know he did it a lot even when he wasn't here." Mrs. Wilmot glared at Giles. "You've done a lot of damage you didn't need to. Makes this harder to fix." "Can you fix it?" Giles asked. Buffy took his hand as they waited for the answer. Mrs. Wilmot contemplated the pair for a further moment in which Buffy thought she might need the bucket she'd so cavalierly offered to Giles earlier. "Not a damn thing I can do until you both get back where you belong," Mrs. Wilmot answered at last. "I'll probably be able to do it then, but when your energy is this divided, it's tricky. I might blind you in one go, this way. How long until you unswitch?" "Perhaps a day or two," Giles told her. "Can you stay that long?" "Long as you've got a bed for me to sleep in and good coffee in the morning," she said with a laugh. "Nowhere I need to be most of the time. And I can watch my stories anywhere. Any of you watch Passions?" ***** Later that night, Buffy and Giles lay curled in one anothers' arms. Mrs. Wilmot had been given Willow's bed and Willow was camping out in Dawn's room in a sleeping bag. Buffy sighed and pulled Giles closer. "Don't worry so, Buffy," Giles told her softly. "It'll be okay." "But what if it's not?" "It will be. It happens to every man once in a while." "Great. I get to be the world's first impotent woman." "You're not impotent, Buffy. You're merely distracted." He leaned up and kissed her warmly. Buffy tried not to react, but couldn't resist kissing Giles back. When his lips parted, she took the invitation eagerly. They kissed and petted for long minutes. At last Giles pulled back and smiled at Buffy. "Still feeling impotent?" "You know exactly how impotent I'm not feeling, Giles. Wanna test drive it?" "Can I be on top this time?" "I think something could be arranged." They giggled and went back to their caresses. ***** The morning sun streamed through the peach colored curtains. Out in the hall, Buffy could hear voices and movement. She pulled the covers more firmly over her head to block out all knowledge of the fact that day had dawned. She snuggled further into her pillow. It was furry. It wasn't furry when she went to sleep the night before. It was also now fleshy and making a regular thumping sound under her ear. Buffy sat up hurriedly. She looked down at Giles still asleep next to her. She greedily took in all the details of his rumpled brown hair and unshaven jaw. With a tiny, excited squeal, she decided to wake him up. "Giles? Giles?" she whispered. No response. "Wake up, Giles. Sweetie? Rupert?" He blinked at the sound. He tried repeatedly, but couldn't get his eyes to focus properly. A pair of glasses found their way into his hand and he put them on. He found his fiancée grinning down at him. "Buffy...? The spell wore off in the night, then," he mused. "I must say, I like waking up to this particular vision," he added as he pulled Buffy close. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" "Nope. And I'm sure a guy with your impressive vocabulary can come up with lots and lots of words to tell me," she laughed. "Oh, and let me take this opportunity to tell you that I like waking up to a naked Watcher. You're all cute and rumpley in the morning." "Cute and rumpley? Oh, and is your interest specific to the particular naked Watcher in your bed, or will any naked Watcher do?" "Well, I can't imagine Wesley getting as rumpley as this, and pretty much every other Watcher I've ever met is either dead or a friend of Travers', so I guess I'm stuck with you." Giles pulled Buffy down for a deep kiss. She reveled in the feel of his strong arms around her, his soft lips against hers, the sheer bulk of him. This felt right. "I've decided something," she said when she finally pulled back. "It's good to be me." "Not as good as it is to be me," Giles told her as he rolled them over. "Because if I'm me, I get to have you." "Just so we're clear," Buffy said, "this having would consist of...what exactly?" She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and softly ruffled his chest hair with her fingertips. Giles groaned and kissed her again. Soon their kisses and caresses had grown fevered. Each explored the other with a confidence they never had with any other lover. Each knew what the other wanted, what would please them best. By the time Giles was inside her, Buffy had already decided this was her best sexual experience of all time, and it was far from over. She moaned as Giles gave a firm thrust. Both stiffened when a knock came on the door. "Buffy? Giles? Are you up yet?" came Dawn's voice. "Um...yeah," Buffy managed as Giles dissolved into giggles against her neck. "Hurry up. Tara's here and she's making pancakes." "Tell her we'll come as soon as we can," Buffy said a bit breathlessly. As soon as her sister's footsteps had retreated, Buffy wriggled against her lover. "Better get a move on, big boy," she grinned. "Hang on, then," he said, "and we'll be eating pancakes all too soon. Finesse will just have to wait." With that he began to pump fiercely into Buffy. She gasped and held him as close as she could. They kissed to swallow their mutual cries of passion. Soon Buffy could feel the wild need for release growing in her. She could see the same need in Giles' face as he pounded harder than ever inside her. His hips moved even faster. The fury hit them both at the same time. Buffy wondered at the sight of Giles, her cool, in control Giles, in the throes of orgasm. His flushed face and pounding heartbeat delighted her. His soft cries as he did his best not to let the rest of the house know what they were up to seemed the sexiest thing she'd ever heard. Even through the haze of her own climax she found his intoxicating. At last, it was done. Giles stroked Buffy's cheek gently and smiled down at her. She closed her eyes and leaned into his caress. "That was fantastic," he panted. "And no breakage this time," she grinned back. "Come on, we'd better hit the showers and go eat breakfast." She gave him one last, lingering kiss before he rolled off her and dealt with the condom. "At least this answers one question," Buffy said as she chose clothes for the day. "What's that?" "The hot sex wasn't all about the switch. This bodes well for married life." *****
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