Gotta Have Faith

Preparing for bed, Giles was listing in his mind all the "Reasons Why Not" he could think of.

"One, she is a teenager."

"Two, she is immature, possibly out of control."

"Three, she is a Slayer"

But once he was actually in bed, some amoral part of his mind, like an opposing barrister, countered each charge:

"One, she's of age. Two, she thinks for herself. Three, she's not MY slayer."

Faith.

He couldn't get her out of his mind. Ever since he had sat in the park, pretending to read, watching her slay. Something about the way her body moved.

Now, alone, in bed, he couldn't get her image out of his mind. And it didn't help knowing that she lived alone, slept alone, in a bare room. No mother, no principal, no...

"Stop it stop it stop it," Giles muttered to himself, rolling over and facing the wall, as if he could turn away from the thought.

"How can it hurt to think?" the opposing barrister said. As if Giles could even help it.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind drifted.

Faith stood facing him, leaning against a file cabinet in his office. Black lace suspenders peeked from underneath her very short skirt. Her long legs, clad in black stockings, ended in tall black leather boots. She wore a leather jacket -- she wore a tight thin white t-shirt -- she wore a black merry widow -- she wore nothing at all and her breasts were perfect, round, gently curved. No skirt now, nor knickers, just suspenders and stockings and boots.

Somewhere in the depths of Giles' mind Jenny smiled and winked, smug in the knowledge that she had made such a lasting impression on her lover's desires. Jenny whispered in his ear, "There is no shame in wanting. Fantasies are always consensual." and Giles' hand moved down to his already solid cock.

He stroked himself slowly.

He walked purposefully forward and pulled Faith roughly into his arms. One hand grabbed her by her dark hair, holding her fast. His mouth fed on hers, hungry and invasive. His other hand grabbed her by one round ass cheek and pulled her body into his, grinding his hardness into her through his -- why the hell not? -- leather pants.

His hand stroked softly on his own prick. He shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't going to do this. But if he was he would make it last.

Faith dropped to her knees, rubbed her lips against the bulge in his pants and, looking up at him wickedly, unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his straining prick.

Giles gripped himself, found a rhythm, felt his pleasure starting to build.

She was sucking on him hard. He braced one hand against the file cabinet but kept the other entangled in his hair. Her mouth was warm and wet. He fucked her pretty face. He would come on her pretty, insolent face and round full breasts...

Oh, he was close, too close too soon. No schoolboy, he reined his impatience, slowed himself.

No. He would take her standing up.

She was standing, leaning back, braced with one boot-clad foot against the cabinet. Giles walked purposefully forward and pulled Faith roughly into his arms. One hand grabbed her by her dark hair, holding her fast. His mouth fed on hers, hungry and invasive. His other hand grabbed her by one round ass cheek, grabbed her long lean thigh and lifted it, spreading her legs.

"Yesss," Faith hissed as he shoved his hardness deep into her wet heat, burying himself to the hilt with one devastating thrust. Faith wrapped her leg around him and he plunged into her in rhythmic strokes, pulling her to him each time with his fingers tightly gripping the soft flesh of her ass. She was hot, she was dripping wet, her cunt contracted around him, pulsed, gripped him in molten satin. His fingers grasped her breast tightly enough to leave bruises on her ivory skin; he used his fingers like a clamp on her swollen red nipple. She stared directly into his eyes as he plunged over and over into her depths and she breathed,"Yes, yes, fuck me, Ripper...Give it to me..."

He was on the edge, he couldn't last much longer, he wanted this to last...

He held her ass in both hands, shoving even deeper into her. She wrapped both legs around him and leaned against the cabinet, using it as leverage to push against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, buried her teeth in his shoulder to keep herself from screaming each time she came. And she came over and over.

Oh god, this was torture. Giles tortured himself as Jenny had tortured him, keeping himself on the excruciating edge of climax.

He lifted her to the desk, she sat on the edge of his desk with her long long legs wrapped around him. She threw her head back, leaned back on one arm and put her other hand between her legs. With his cock inside her she rubbed her own clit.

This was the point of no return, he could not stop himself now, his pleasure overtook him.

His eyes devoured her: her taut belly, her flowing curves, her wet swollen bud, her fingers blurred in motion, her face in ecstasy. Her wet lips, his prick filling her, stretching her. Her fingers circled on her clit and she came gloriously; she screamed and he poured himself into her, the contractions of her cunt pulling wave after wave of pleasure from his body.

Giles was gasping for breath, shaking with the strength of his orgasm. How long had it been anyway? Oh his body felt good and his mind wicked.

Giles slept well that night.

What Giles felt for Faith was new. It wasn't like his love for Buffy, that compulsive desire that he suspected might be unavoidable -- considering the circumstances. If a certain obsessive attraction to your Slayer weren't built into a Watcher's role, why would the chosen slayers all be such ridiculously lovely young ladies. Desirability must be as essential to a slayer as speedy healing and the ability to function with no sleep. What better tool to anchor the abiding concern of an older, wiser and -- Giles feared -- less attractive watcher?

His feelings for Faith barely resembled his feelings for Willow. Willow called to him like for like; he had never felt in such constant sympathy with another soul. His desire for Willow felt natural, comfortable, willing to wait. When he spied Willow and Xander in secret embrace he merely chuckled and hoped their adolescent melodrama would be resolved with as little grief as possible to his favorite Slayerette. Fevered dreams of her auburn beauty might confound him, leave him guilt ridden and sweaty, but in the light of day Giles merely watched her with constant admiration. Only when Willow's own desires appeared to surface did he became agitated, fearing that she might guess that the mutual hunger that Giles and she shared was not for knowledge alone.

Faith was nothing like Jenny. No one was anything like Jenny.

Faith did remind Giles of someone: Ethan. This wickedly handsome girl with sex in her walk and a veil of cynical disinterest over her sharp eyes reminded him frequently of Ethan at 19. The spark of passion in her cool stare, the scent of arousal in her wake, all of it resonated in nerves he thought had deadened long ago. And this desire to tear off her armor and wring from her body some human feeling, some honest need, tempted Giles as it had all those years ago.

"Fuck Buffy," thought Faith, resting her boot-clad feet on her wall with a satisfying bang and letting her dripping hair dampen her bed.

Fuck Buffy and that best friend of hers who made Faith feel so goddamn superfluous. And fuck Buffy's admiring little puppy dog, Xander, who growled so threateningly about Angel but would ultimately do Buffy's bidding Fuck Cordelia and Oz for good measure and fuck Buffy's whiny-ass mother as well. And fuck that pitiful heap of burnt out vampire Buffy sleazes around after too.

"The only goddamn person in this goddamn suburb who has ever even noticed me turned out to be a psycho bitch who was just using me to get to the Claw of Mortadella or whatever it was called."

For a second, Faith was tortured by the memory of her faux Watcher stroking her hair, touching her body, calling her "quite lovely" and suggesting that they might spend more time together "later, when we have located and secured the glove." Luckily, now know one would know with what anticipation Faith had imagined the events of that evening.

And Buffy thinks she's oh so cute coozing up to me. Like getting busy with a girl couldn't be anything but a big joke. Like I couldn't do her ten times better than her dead boy boyfriend. Fuck Buffy! I'm such a fucking idiot. What's wrong with me? I've been here for weeks and I get less play than that mall rat bitch, Cordy. And then that Watcher--

Faith's litany began again. "Fuck the Slayer and ALL the Watchers and fuck Giles too. Fuck..."

Fuck Giles.

Now that might not be a bad idea.

Boy would it piss off Buffy. Not that Giles would ever do it. He probably wore a chain mail jock strap or chastity belt or something just to keep his cool around all this teenage ass. But wouldn't it be fun to tease him a little, to make him suffer?

"Why should I be the only one taking cold showers around here?" said Faith to herself.

Stepping out of a cold shower, Giles wrapped a towel around his waist and reached for a razor, preparing to face the day.

Never one to procrastinate over anything other than taking the GED, Faith dragged herself out of bed and started tossing her own room in search of appropriate clothing.

"What's hot but doesn't look like I'm trying to be sexy? Boots. Definitely boots. Black jeans. No, black leather pants. But the used ones that I fight in, not the ho-ish ones. White t-shirt -- everyone wears white t-shirts. No bra, like I just didn't bother."

"Now for an excuse," Faith pondered, pulling on the outfit. "Why would a Slayer want to see Giles? Maybe she needs some kind of support after that whole glove thing? No, that's pitiful. I do not play pitiful. Damn. I'll think of something."

But by the time Faith reached the library, she still hadn't come up with a legitimate sounding reason for visiting the Watcher. So she just walked on into his office and stood silently waiting, posed.

The way Giles jumped when he turned and found Faith standing in the doorway gave her a boost of confidence.

"Hey," Faith said, low and cool.

"Good morning," Giles answered, turning and opening a drawer, pretending to look through files while bringing his breathing under control. Now he remembered the reason he didn't allow himself fantasies about these girls. It wasn't the fantasy that was a problem, it was the difficulty looking its subject in the eye the next day without blushing.

When he turned back, he took in her black leather trousers and a white t-shirt through which her nipples showed in excruciating detail. "Can I help you?" Giles asked politely, feigning disinterest and steeling himself to ignore his body's inevitable reaction.

"Sometimes I wonder," Faith replied, shutting the door to the office behind her.

"What the hell is she up to now?" Giles wondered silently.

Ignoring her comment, Giles mildly queried, "Have you gotten things, er, straightened out with Buffy?"

It was as good a topic as any.

"Uh, I don't know," said Faith as she walked toward Giles. "I don't think she's happy that I tried to stake her main squeeze."

"Buffy said that it is you who appears to bear some sort of grudge regarding recent events," answered Giles.

Thinking that this conversation was leading nowhere, Faith threw herself into Giles' desk chair and propped her legs up against a file cabinet, showing them off at their long, lean best.

"Buffy can say what she wants," Faith said. "I just don't see why she's down with a vamp who, like, stalked her best friends. And killed your honey." She paused and looked up; Giles stared. "Xander spilled. Sorry."

"Xander is rather more involved in matters that do not concern him than I think appropriate."

Pondering how to get from here to flirtation, Faith countered, "Yeah, I hear you don't like the Slayerettes to talk about your love life."

Giles stood behind the chair, facing away and rumaging vaguely in a desk drawer. "As I haven't any love life worth mentioning, I should think they might find some more interesting topic to amuse them."

"Here we go," thought Faith.

"I don't know," she said, "I think your, um, availability makes for great conversation."

Giles turned and looked down at Faith, though she was facing away, "With whom have you been speaking?" Giles asked sharply.

"I haven't," said Faith, and with a kick she sent the chair spinning. "But it's sure making this conversation more interesting."

Faith stopped the chair facing him, almost touching him, her eyes level with his waist.

She looked up at him with one raised eyebrow. "Isn't it?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," mumbled Giles, backing away.

Faith stood, looking him directly in the eye. "I think we're talking about you being single..."

Giles found his retreat halted by the desk behind him.

"...available..." Faith continued, taking a step toward him.

"I...um..."

"...and maybe in need of...company." Faith touched his chest lightly with her fingers..

Feeling uncomfortably trapped, Giles turned away, stalking towards the door.

"Running scared?" Faith asked smugly.

"I am not running at all, merely opening the door for you."

"Damn," thought Faith. Approaching him more slowly this time, she said softly, "I didn't mean to piss you off. I just wanted..." She reached out to touch him again.

Not fooled, Giles snapped, "I don't know what kind of game you are playing but don't bother dealing me a hand."

"Don't worry. I can tell that fun is against your religion," Faith snapped back, turning towards the door. "Just remember, if you don't use it you lose it."

"Touching wisdom from a child."

Faith spun to face him, face dark with rage. "How dare you call me a fucking child! I've killed more vampires than you could shake a stick at -- if you had one."

"Lovely definition of maturity."

"Oh fuck you! You're just pissed because you aren't getting any."

"If I was as desperate as you seem to believe, don't you think I would have taken you up on your..." Giles paused then said mockingly,"...gracious offer? Desperation being necessary to that likelihood."

The moment he said it he regretted it. Why had he let her goad him into this ridiculous altercation?

"You wouldn't know a good thing if it bit you," Faith spat.

"Good things rarely bite," Giles joked contritely, trying to defuse the situation.

"They rarely bite you!" Faith muttered, turning away.

"Indeed," Giles agreed mildly, reaching out tentatively to pat her on the back. She was obviously upset in some way; why else would she be trying so hard to provoke him?

This wasn't at all what she'd planned, Faith thought. Why was she the one looking pitiful here? It was time to pull out all the stops.

She reached behind her, held the hand that Giles had placed on her shoulder and turned to face him. Now the hand that been on her shoulder came to rest on her collar bone, barely above her breast.

Giles's head spun. He ought to pull his hand away; he ought to firmly tell her to leave; he ought to leave himself. Why was he still standing here?

"Why are you here, Faith?"

"Don't you want me...here?" Still holding his hand, she slid it gently down her body to rest on her hip. Giles inhaled sharply.

"I'd rather you left, actually," Giles replied, but somehow couldn't reclaim his hand.

"I think you'd rather I kiss you," Faith whispered, closing the distance between them.

"I'm flattered Faith, truly, but I don't think you know what you are doing."

"I thought I was seducing you."

"What I can't figure out is why. What do you stand to gain."

"Why don't you stop trying to figuring shit out and kiss me." Faith put both her arms around Giles' neck and pressed the length of her body against his. "I know you want to."

Giles stood his ground. They stared at each other, lips barely apart, for long seconds. "So what makes you think I won't?"

Damn, he was acting like he might actually go for it. This was the last thing Faith had planned for.

"You're bluffing," hissed Faith in Giles' ear.

"And you aren't making a move to call my bluff," Giles laughed cheerlessly, "which suggests that any actual intimacy was hardly the point of this little maneuver." He grabbed her wrists and disentangled them from his neck.

"You dickless bastard! You think you're so smart but you're just chicken shit!"

"And you're an ill-behaved little tart!" Giles spat.

She raised a hand to strike him, no casual threat from a slayer. Giles grabbed her by the wrist.

"Hi-diddly ho, neighbors!" Xander's voice sounded in the doorway. The Watcher and the slayer turned, both dropping their hands awkwardly.

"Well," said Faith loudly, "I guess I'd better go." She headed for the door, plowing into Xander on the way.

"Yes, um," replied Giles with imitation heartiness, "thanks for stopping by."

Faith turned and looked back at him with hurt eyes.

Unwilling to end this ridiculous fight like this, Giles mumbled "It was rather kind of you to...offer...to help."

Faith couldn't help but smile. "Anytime. Or whatever."

Xander looked after her retreating form. "Strange girl," he commented. "Hot, but strange."

"Indeed," muttered Giles, and changed the subject abruptly.

What the hell was I thinking?

Getting caught listening to The Clash in his office was bad enough. The good-natured ribbing of the Slayerettes about Giles' taste in "oldies" had been harmless. But why on earth had he allowed the youngsters to goad him into attending that place they always went, "The Bronze."

"It's Eighties night, Giles," Willow had explained.

"They play all that stuff from when you were young--" Xander started. Giles spied Buffy giving Xander a sharp kick.

"Younger, I mean," Xander finished lamely.

"Come on Giles," Buffy wheedled, "Flock of Seagulls? Spandau Ballet? Duran Duran?"

"I despised Duran Duran," Giles scoffed. "It appears that your nightclub plays only the most appalling examples of music of that era."

"Yeah Buffy! Duran Duran sucked," Oz joined in, "But I bet you liked Squeeze." Giles looked up at Oz and smiled slightly. "Madness? The Smiths? Yaz?"

"Yazoo, originally," Giles corrected him, and chuckled. "They play Yazoo?" Giles asked, almost tempted. "Eurythmics?" The Slayerettes could tell he was hooked.

And that was how Giles found himself deep in his closet, looking for a black shirt. He knew he had at least one black shirt in here somewhere. It was the least he could do.

Giles hadn't expected Faith to be there. Really he hadn't. Had he?

But Giles was beginning to lose faith, so to speak, in his own common sense. The Bronze was the institution at which most of the local teens congregated. He was, in fact, surrounded by students of Sunnydale High. How would he ever maintain any sort of discipline in the library after they had encountered him in this milieu?

Not that any of them were talking to him. Mostly they just cast withering looks on the Slayerettes who had demonstrated once again their abominable taste by accompanying a faculty member to the Bronze.

Giles looked around at his companions.

Buffy appeared bored, though she tried to feign good cheer. Giles knew her well enough to guess of whom she was thinking. She didn't appear to care what her peers thought of her social life. "She had to give up fitting in a long time ago," Giles thought, with a sharp inner stab of guilt.

Willow, Giles surmised, had never fit in to the main stream of high school social interaction. Giles dared hope that in its own way being a "Slayerette" had provided the would-be loner with something resembling a clique of her own, albeit a strange one. Tapping her foot and smiling a little, Willow didn't seem to have much attention to spare this evening for disdainful classmates; it took all her energy to keep track of the whereabouts of both Xander and Oz.

Oz actually managed to engage Giles in a conversation albeit shouted and brief. After barely exchanging a sentence that didn't include the word "werewolf" in the year since they had met, Oz and Giles had actually found common ground in the topic of British bands. Giles even found himself promising the boy that he could visit Giles' apartment at some future time to listen to his early Who albums.

"Vinyl!" Oz shouted approvingly, nodding and grinning. Feeling rather foolish, Giles found himself nodding and grinning back happily.

Willow just stared at her boyfriend and her mentor, then caught Buffy's eyes and shrugged. Giles and Oz becoming buds. Who knew?

Xander seemed to share Willow's ailment; in his efforts to pay appropriate attention to both Willow and Cordelia, he snapped his head back and forth so quickly he must be rather dizzy. Poor boy, thought Giles, though he did wonder how one could bear Cordelia's company when Willow was the alternative. Perhaps he gave the rude girl a good spanking periodically.

Giles couldn't help grinning at the thought. Cordelia had looked shocked and rather disgusted when Buffy turned up after patrolling with Giles in tow. She was obviously about to protest his presence when Xander silenced her with a kiss. Giles noted that Cordelia had spent the majority of her time on the dance floor since he had entered the club.

The dance floor where Faith -- after acquiring a drink from the bar and greeting everyone except Giles at the table -- stalked like a hungry tiger. Or a petulant house cat. Faith circled the perimeter twice, then moved to the center of the floor and began to dance. Through the thin crowd on the dance floor, Giles got his first good look at her since she had arrived.

She had changed her clothes since that morning, and Giles sincerely hoped that she had not just come from vampire hunting in that outfit. She wore a black dress. Well, Giles supposed it must be a dress.

"That would be slutty -- if it were a little longer," quipped Cordelia, breezing up to the table to collect her boyfriend who appeared to be somewhat distracted by Faith's outfit himself.

Faith's feet were definitely not shod for slaying; she wore black platform sandals with wide straps of glittering fabric.

"I guess she isn't afraid of heights," commented Willow.

Giles merely gulped.

She was devastating. She was hypnotizing. She was Aphrodite wreaking havoc among gods and men.

And that was before she started to dance.

The song was vaguely familiar to Giles, though it was American and dated from somewhere in the mid 80's. Though he hadn't been paying attention to the music since Faith entered, watching her dance focused Giles' ears on the pounding beat and the crooning lyrics, some of which were actually intelligible:

...if you can a picture
of you and I engaged in a kiss
the sweat of your body covers me.
Can you my darling, can you picture this?

Giles realized too late that not only was he staring at Faith, but she was staring right back at him. He intended to stop, he tried to stop, yet he found that he couldn't actually take his eyes off her.

...an ocean of violets in bloom
animals strike curious poses
they feel the heat, the heat between me and you...

Faith's shoulders, her arms, her breasts barely moved, all her motion was in the sway of her hips. The look in her eyes stopped his breath.

Don't make me chase you...even doves have pride

He had to stop. He had to stop staring at her. Even if no one could see his raging hard-on, someone was bound to notice where he was looking and how. Plus Giles was afraid he might be beginning to drool.

Finally the song ended and Giles was torn between a desperate hope that Faith would stop dancing like that and behave and a terrible fear that she might actually come talk to them and he would be expected to exchange pleasantries with her.

When a new beat took over the dance floor, Cordelia squealed, "I love this song! It's my total favorite," (which she had already said a half dozen times that evening) and dragged Xander off of his stool, beginning to rub her body against his before they even reached the dance floor. Then Oz whispered in Willow's ear and laughing, pulled the protesting girl away from the table and onto the floor. She began dancing slightly awkwardly until Oz pulled her closer. Once their bodies were in contact, Willow relaxed and moved with her boyfriend to the beat.

Buffy looked slightly forlorn and Giles frowned slightly in concern. But even with that distraction, Giles couldn't help noticing Faith striding towards them.

Although his erection had subsided, now the rest of Giles' body stiffened in fear. What did she want now? Would she ask him to dance? Surely she knew that it was impossible, whether or not he wanted to. What was she trying to do to him?

Giles almost laughed with relief when Faith stopped in front of Buffy and said, "Hey, wanna dance?"

Surprised, Buffy looked up and her and grinned tentatively.

"Come on," Faith urged with an infectious energy, "Let's show these kids how it's done."

Buffy looked tempted.

"Please?" said Faith.

Laughing, Buffy rose and hit the edge of the crowded dance floor in a whirl.

Faith had never even looked at Giles.

Finally alone, Giles allowed himself the genuine pleasure of watching the two beautiful young women dance. Perhaps it wasn't entirely ethical, but he deserved a reward for bearing Faith's torture without running away or taking her right there in the middle of The Bronze.

Only now did Giles notice the lyrics of the song that had drawn almost everyone to the dance floor.

Tonight, living in a fantasy
my own little nasty world.
Tonight, don't you wanna come with me?
Do you think I'm a nasty girl?

Oh dear, was she really singing that? No wonder all the teens suddenly appeared to be in rut. Even Willow was grinding her pelvis obscenely against her boyfriend's, though Giles suspected she must be blushing under the veil of hair over her face. Xander and Cordelia looked like they might start ripping each other's clothing off then and there.

Nasty girl, nasty girl, do you think I'm a nasty girl?

And Buffy and Faith? They were cheerfully risking any semblance of reputation Buffy had left with a wicked bump and grind. Buffy faced Giles grinning, her back to Faith. Faith held Buffy's hands lowered at their sides and their bodies moved in sync with not an inch of space between them anywhere.

"I guess they've made up," thought Giles.

Actually, Buffy and Faith were not the only females dancing together. Scattered on the dance floor were groups of girls in circles and even pairs behaving almost as, well, "nasty" as the boy-girl couples. But Giles only had eyes for the two slayers whose position, straddling each other's thighs, now bordered on blatant tribadism. Buffy was looking at a shocked Xander and laughing. But Faith was looking at Giles, an arrogant look on her face, self-assured in her own sexual power.

The vocalist had stopped singing and was now alternating moans with breathy prose:

That's right, I can't control it
I need 7 inches or more
tonight, I can no longer hold it
get it up, get it up, I can't wait anymore

Giles, though still entranced by the seductive motion of Faith's hips and shimmy of her breasts, couldn't help but laugh at how crude the lyrics were.

Seeing Giles burst into laughter cracked Faith's poise and so she arrived back at the table hand in hand with Buffy, both giggling hysterically and chattering away.

"Did you see Xander's face!?" Buffy exclaimed.

"Not half as good as Cordelia's!" Faith shouted back to make herself heard over the sound system, and she slid onto a barstool, then promptly slid off and onto the floor. "Ooops!" she laughed drunkenly.

As the Slayerettes regrouped, Faith continued to take large swallows of her drink, which Giles had initially assumed to be soda but was now certain contained alcohol. Everyone else appeared equally aware of Faith's inebriation as they prepared to take their leave. Since the last dance, both couples were obviously intent on finding someplace to be alone as soon as possible. Giles didn't doubt that the evening would end with much groping and panting for the two teenage couples and briefly he envied them their cheerful lust.

While pulling on his jacket and scarf, Giles overheard the Slayerettes' conversation:

"Someone has to make sure Faith gets home safe," stated Buffy firmly. Only then did she realize her mistake; as the only one in the circle ostensibly unattached, Buffy was the obvious volunteer.

But of course, Giles realized, Buffy intended to visit Angel on the way home. Now four pairs of eyes stared at her beseechingly. It was a standoff.

"Giles," Buffy said.

"Yes Buffy," Giles answered nervously. Faith, struggling to refasten a strap of her sandal, was oblivious to the situation.

"Take Faith home."

"But-- But--"

Buffy turned to him with sad eyes. "Please."

Giles was stuck. He couldn't deny his Slayer. Could he?

He nodded, trying to look defeated. Buffy went over to Faith and communicated to her that an escort had been arranged. Faith appeared to disagree, shaking her hear vehemently. Buffy insisted with her arm under Faith's shoulder, obviously supporting the drunken girl. Faith finally conceded and stumbled over to Giles. As the Slayers, Watcher and the Slayerettes walked out the door en masse, Faith steadied herself with a hand firmly gripping Giles' arm.

Buffy headed alone towards the old part of Sunnydale. Willow and Oz walked towards Oz's van while Xander and Cordelia climbed into Cordelia's car, illegally parked in front of the club. Giles and Faith made their way silently down the dark sidewalk.

The two vampires seemed to appear out of nowhere as vampires always did. The male was on Giles in a flash, while the female circled the slayer warily.

Before Giles could even begin to defend himself, a long muscled calf flashed in front of his eyes as Faith landed a brutal kick on the vampire's temple. The beast fell to the ground and Giles promptly pulled a stake from his sleeve and, falling to his knees, thrust it into the monster's chest. When he rose and turned he found that Faith had a hold of the female vamp by her throat and was methodically slamming its head into the brick wall over and over.

"Stake!" Giles shouted and tossed another stake in Faith's direction. Barely turning her head, she caught the stake neatly over her shoulder and plunged it into the dazed vampire.

Leaning against the nearest wall, Giles caught his breath while Faith joined him, having hardly broken a sweat.

"You aren't drunk," Giles accused.

"And you aren't stupid," Faith answered evenly, looking him right in the eyes. Suddenly it was hard to breathe all over again.

"Wh-- May I ask why? Why you pretended...to be..."

"I wanted you to take me home," Faith replied matter-of-factly.

"But why? I don't understand."

"Yes you do. I want you to come home with me. Asking wouldn't work," Faith smiled, "This worked."

She turned away and began walking once again down the dark street towards her hotel.

Giles stood for a moment. Faith was clearly sober and more than capable of taking care of herself; he should just go home. Instead, Giles hurried to catch up with the girl.

Faith set a brisk pace, but by the time they reached her room, Giles had been agonizing quietly for ten minutes. And yet, he hadn't had a coherent thought since Faith had said "I want you to come home with me." Giles was trying very hard to listen to his conscience, but it didn't seem to have anything to say. The only clear directive he heard seemed to come not from within him, but from Jenny, who whispered as always in the the back of his mind. And -- as always -- Giles obeyed her.

He reached out and put a hand on Faith's arm as she reached her door. "Faith, wait," Giles said.

She turned to face him.

"Look," he started, "I just have to say this."

Damn, thought Faith, thinking he had lost his courage -- or his desire.

"I just have to say," Giles repeated, "If you ask me in...well, we're likely to..."

The words "make love" seemed not to quite apply.

"...sleep together," Giles finished.

Faith looked at him, expectantly.

He continued. "I'd -- I'd like to, um well, be with you in that way. If you want." He stumbled over his own words. "Not that if you say 'yes' now you can't say 'no' later. I mean, if you, um, want to stop, at any point, please say so." Faith nodded. "But I just need to know, you know, before we...well...start..." Giles looked at Faith seriously. "Do you want to? I mean, are you quite sure?"

"Yes Giles," Faith said impatiently, "I'm 'quite sure'." She took out her key and tried to put it in the lock, though her shaking fingers made the task difficult.

"One thing though," Faith said quietly, still struggling with the key. "No strings attached."

"Is that a promise or a question?" Giles asked coolly.

"Both," Faith answered, looking down at the key in frustration.

"Agreed," Giles said, taking the key from her hand, sliding it easily into the lock and opening the door.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Giles and Faith were in each other's arms. There wasn't even a moment of one reaching for the other, merely a mutual lunge and a sudden hungry merging of mouths.

Faith's lips met Giles' already open for his tongue. Her kiss was everything Giles had imagined and more; it threatened to devour him alive. Her body rubbed up against his like a cat establishing ownership.

Giles was, as Faith had expected, smoother and more practiced than the young men she had kissed. Actually, he was even better than most of the older men she had been with too. Awkward and halting in conversation, Giles had no such trouble in action. But it was the ferocity with which Giles took possession of her mouth that took Faith by surprise. Now that this moment was finally here, Faith was no longer the one step ahead that she liked to maintain. Instead of being surprised to find her lips open when they met his, Giles had acted on the assumption that they would be, invading her mouth without waiting for her invitation. His body against hers evinced equal impatience; his cock was already hard -- had probably been hard -- and he made no move to hide his desire.

Giles and Faith stumbled towards her bed without breaking from the kiss.

Then, as quickly as the kiss had started, it was over, and the two stood and stared at each other. This time it was Faith's turn to be slightly short of breath. She looked at Giles impatiently.

"Take off your clothes."

Giles obediently dropped his coat and scarf behind him and began unbuttoning his black shirt. He peeled it off and then yanked his white undershirt over his head, dropping it as well. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes and socks.

Giles straightened up and sat there, watching Faith expectantly. Faith reached for the hem of her own dress. Giles prepared himself to enjoy whatever part of herself she might unveil first.

But nothing prepared him for the sight of her completely bare body as it was exposed in one smooth gesture by the shucking of the dress. Faith wore nothing underneath.

Giles stared, mouth open, breathing shallow.

Faith stood before him, dressed in only her high, black platform sandals.

"Oh Goddess," Giles whispered. She was like a fantasy: legs impossibly long, hips gently curved, breasts full and high, skin pale and creamy. And she glowed with the knowledge of her own beauty and power, standing just out of arm's reach.

"Giles, take off your pants."

He stood, slightly dazed, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Faith took a step towards him, pushed him down and pulled what was left of his clothing off of his body. The sight of his swollen cock, freed from the confines of his clothes and pointing up at her, made Faith smile carnivorously. She took another step forward and stood over Giles. She placed one knee on each side of him on the bed and, straddling him, began to rub herself against his prick.

Unexpectedly, Giles seized the girl around the waist and gave her a push down towards the bed. Caught off guard, Faith fell beside Giles with her legs spread and lay sprawled on the bed laughing up at him.

"You never let me have any fun!" she pouted.

"Oh, I assure you, you are about to enjoy yourself thoroughly," Giles smirked, leaning over her.

"I guess you think you can satisfy me?"

"I haven't a doubt."

"Well you're definitely built for it," Faith commented, looking pointedly at Giles' cock, "I just hope I won't tire you out-- oh!" Faith gasped as Giles lowered his mouth onto her breast.

He didn't suck at first, merely slid his wet, open lips back and forth over her nipple. Faith felt nothing but wet heat, arousing without satisfying. Giles' lips slipped gently across her skin, tracing the curves to her other nipple which he similarly caressed with his mouth. Faith arched up towards him until he finally began to suck.

Giles kneeled beside Faith with one arm under her, holding her to him. While his lips were occupied with her nipples, he sent his other hand inching down her body. Reaching her mound his fingers combed softly through her ebony tangle of curls.

Giles moved his mouth to reclaim Faith's lips, while his fingers circled and explored ever closer to her other lips, below. When his fingertips finally reached her clitoris, he stroked over it with agonizing delicacy, while licking at her mouth with his tongue, then continued down to softly trace her outer labia. Expecting to slowly separate the lips to explore within, Giles instead encountered an mouth as open and wet and hot as the one he was kissing.

The feel of Faith's slick cunt lips under his fingertips demanded all Giles' attention. Quickly he moved down the bed, settled between Faith's legs and dipped his head to taste her arousal. He had meant to do this slowly and teasingly as well, but here Giles finally lost all semblance of self control and plunged his tongue within her labia, licked hungrily the moisture collected there and then sucked her hard little clitoris into his mouth.

Ready to be further teased, Faith was not prepared for the strength of the sensations that rippled out from her clit to her fingers and toes. Climax came quickly and she screamed, a shrill sound that ended in a deep satisfied moan.

Giles would have smiled at Faith's gratifying response, but that would have meant taking his mouth from her cunt and he didn't intend to do that for a long time. All he wanted to do was lick the flow of Faith's pleasure from between her legs for as long as she would let him.

Faith, initially surprised that Giles had not simply grabbed her and fucked her, considering his readily apparent desire, was now further surprised that he was not satisfied by bringing her to that first intense orgasm with his mouth. Lots of guys tried to suck a girl off first so they didn't have to worry about looking selfish or immature when they finally got inside her and came quickly. Giles didn't seem to be satisfied by making her come once or even twice. In fact, he didn't seem to be noticing the climaxes he drew from her body at all. He actually seemed to be completely involved in his own enjoyment of her cunt. Faith had never experienced anything like this before. Giles really wasn't going down on her out of duty. Hell, you couldn't even call what he was doing technique, it was more like appreciation. This train of thought was cut off by another wave of pleasure that shook her body from head to toe.

When she caught her breath, Faith found her voice as well and said loudly, "Hey Giles!"

She actually had to say it twice to get his attention. When he finally surfaced, she handed him a condom without saying a word. While he rolled it onto his cock, he muttered conversationally, "I do actually have a first name, you know."

"You want me to call you Rupert?" Faith giggled.

"It is my name," Giles said distractedly, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina.

"Rupert?" Faith said, looking up at him.

"Yes?"

"Fuck me."

Giles chuckled, stroking the outside lips of her cunt teasingly with his prick. "What's the magic word?"

"Now!" Faith demanded and grabbing Giles by the hips, she used her slayer's strength to force him into her in one quick stroke.

Now it was Giles' turn to moan as he felt himself buried in her heat. But Faith found it impossible to maintain her control over Giles' movements while her body reacted to the sensation of his cock filling her.

"Oh, he's huge," Faith thought to herself as Giles pulled himself up off of her and then thrust immediately back into her, all the way to her core.

He continued in the insistent rhythm he had set, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back into her in deep rough thrusts. Giles was grunting with each stroke, but Faith was screaming, a keening wail that went on and on and on until suddenly her cunt exploded and she let out one more low long cry.

It took Faith a while to recover her mind but when she regained awareness of the world around her she realized that Giles was still fucking her, slowly and smoothly now, slipping in and out of her cunt through the slippery juices produced when she came.

"Oh," Faith said in a small voice, then again, "Oh. Oh yes."

"Does that feel good?"

"Oh yes. Oh god."

Lost in a sea of sensation, Faith clung to Giles as he continued to slide in and out of her. Her tight little pussy, even more sensitive following climax, could feel every ridge and vein of Giles cock. And everything felt so damn good.

She barely felt her next orgasm coming, it built so slowly. Then, without warning it was upon her and she was floating out of her head, spinning in lazy circles among the stars, blissed out on the pleasure flowing outward from her core. She made no noise now at all, merely held tight to Giles and he rocked inside her. She flowed without thinking through two more of these slow intoxicating climaxes.

When Giles said, "Roll over, Faith," in a low commanding tone, she didn't even think about what she was doing. She let him position her as he liked over a pillow.

Only when she felt the completely new sensations afforded by the new position did Faith actually form the clear thought, "Oh god, he's still fucking me."

She knew this was getting a little out of hand, but she remembered her mocking, "think you can satisfy me?" and held her tongue. Just to show him who was boss, she rose to her hands and knees and thrust back against him. Oh, he was hitting her g-spot just right; maybe she could stand to come again. She slid one hand back between her legs and rubbed her clit and he fucked her to three more orgasms in rapid succession. Faith could feel her cunt muscles contracting tight around his fat dick every time she came and wondered why the hell he hadn't come yet.

Just then, Giles lowered himself on top of her, rubbed his pelvis softly against her ass and whispered in her ear, "Not to rush you or anything, Faith, but could you give me a rough estimate as to when you might be satisfied?"

Faith tried not to laugh but she couldn't help it. "Oh god, Gi -- Rupert, I was satisfied ages ago. Those last few were just showing off."

Giles burst into loud guffaws and rolled off of her, his still-hard cock pulling free from her cunt with a little effort. "My dear, I rather think that you might have told me; I could have died a few times back there from the strain of keeping myself under control." Giles lay on his back breathing heavily. "Or are you trying to kill me?"

"Oh, poor Rupert," Faith giggled. "But you still haven't gotten off even once tonight."

"Actually I did, quite early this evening, just thinking about you in the shower."

"Flattering, but not good enough," Faith stated firmly, She lowered her head and began lapping at his cock thirstily.

"Oh god, she's licking her own come off of me," Giles realized and moaned at both the sensation and the thought. Then she had him in her mouth and was sucking him.

Faith didn't bother doing anything fancy, just gave him an old-fashioned deep-throat blow job, guaranteed to make any man shoot his load. It was the least she could do after the wild ride he had just taken her on. She peeked up at him from underneath her hair and found that he was watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth with an expression of contented lust, even entitlement. Faith made it pretty for him, enjoying putting on a good show, enjoying being watched, even objectified. There was something sexy about being a gorgeous slut giving a blow job to a handsome older man as he lay back and watched her mouth stuffed with his big dick. She even let him hold her head in his hands as he ejaculated over and over deep in her throat. Hearing him scream as loudly and uncontrollably as she had earlier was very satisfying.

Later, when Faith lay with her head on Giles' shoulder, his arm around her and her dark hair blanketing his chest, Giles spoke.

"Um, Faith?"

"Um yes?" she teased.

"I do believe I like you."

She raised her head and grinned at Giles, "Even if I'm an 'ill-behaved little tart'?"

"I rather like ill-behaved tarts."

"Friends?" Faith said, hugging him tightly.

"Agreed," Giles answered, squeezing back. "So does that mean I may stay the night?"

Faith laughed, snuggled closer and closed her eyes.

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