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It had been a long day.


Buffy Summers was relieved that the day was nearly over. It was one of those "everything that could go wrong did" sort of days. Her alarm had not gone off that morning, causing her to wake late and miss her first two classes. She had spilled soda all over her lap during lunch. She'd forgotten to finish a paper that was due in her Lit class. The blonde had thought things would get better after school, but they hadn't. There had been research, which was one of her least favorite parts of being a slayer. And then she'd caught Willow and Spike flirting, which actually didn't bother her nearly as much as it should, but she'd teased Willow and her best friend had turned bright red and hurriedly come up with some reason she had to leave.


Not too surprisingly, Spike had suddenly had an appointment he'd forgotten about and taken off, too. While normally she wouldn't care at all about Spike being as far away from her as possible, it had left her to patrol alone. She'd run into a group of three newly risen vamps, breaking a nail and ripping her shirt, but killing them all. Then, she'd gone to see Giles, wanting a little sympathy and perhaps a little loving from her boyfriend. But he'd been busy working on inventory and he'd merely given her the look that made her feel as if she was a whiny child instead of a, somewhat, mature woman of twenty. She had left him to his paperwork, only doing a small amount of sulking and pouting just so he'd know that she was not very pleased that he had ignored her in favor of boring old paperwork.


Thinking about Rupert Giles made her smile. Their relationship had developed over the last few years, moving from watcher/slayer to friendship and, as of seven weeks ago, they had become lovers. The change in their relationship had been natural and slow, both of them having their reservations but agreeing that life was far too short for regrets. She loved Rupert, still finding it a bit odd to use his given name and often still calling him Giles out of habit. She had been half in love with him for years, and, for the first time in her life, she felt safe and comforted and loved. She had no problem with the age difference, though she sometimes felt that he would suddenly wake up one morning and decide that she was too silly and childish for him.


Their relationship was still new and just in the beginning phase so she was feeling far more insecure than normal. She believed that he loved her, knowing there was sincerity in his eyes when he said the words, but he was smart and mature and experienced and really sexy so there was always a bit of nervousness on her behalf. Plus, her last two relationships had not done very much for her belief that she was going to get a happy ending in that area of life. Rupert Giles was going to change that, though. Buffy just knew, somehow, that they were going to last, that they were fortunate to have found each other.


The petite blonde changed into her nightgown and decided to go ahead and try to get some sleep even though she wasn't very tired. Before she could get into bed, she heard what sounded like music coming from beneath her window. A curious gleam entered her hazel eyes as she walked to her window. A large smile crossed her face when she saw Rupert sitting on a folding stool and playing his guitar. She opened the doors to her balcony and walked outside, a slight breeze ruffling her hair and causing her to shiver as she leaned over and called out softly, "Giles, what are you doing?"


Rupert looked up when he heard her voice, his blue eyes flashing with happiness at seeing his lover. He began to play the song he had chosen to surprise her with after he'd realized that she had been having a terrible day. His voice was low and husky as he sang, "Have I told you lately that I love you. Have I told you there's no one else above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles that's what you do."


"Rupert," Buffy sighed happily, her lips curving into an adoring smile as she let his sexy voice wash over her, easing the stress of her day, giving her something to smile about.


"For the morning sun in all its glory greets the day with hope and comfort too. You fill my life with laughter and somehow you make it better ease my troubles that's what you do," Rupert sang softly, watching her smile and deciding that he was glad he had thought of doing this for the woman he loved. He looked into her eyes as he continued singing, "There's a love that's divine, and it's yours and it's mine like the sun. And at the end of the day we should give thanks and pray to the one, to the one. Have I told you lately that I love you?"


Buffy decided that there was no way she was going to just stand on her balcony while he sang to her, wanting to kiss him and let him know how much this meant to her. She smiled as she moved to the rail and swung her legs over, climbing down expertly, having perfected the art of sneaking out of her room during the first two years she had lived in Sunnydale. Within moments, she was on the ground and slowly walking towards Rupert with a lusty smile on her face.


Rupert saw the smile on Buffy's face, his lips curving into a sexy smile as he continued to sing, wanting to finish the song before she reached him, "Have I told you there's no one else above you? You fill my heart with gladness, take away my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do. Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness, ease my troubles that's what you do."


"I think I should be the one singing to you," Buffy said as she stood in front of him, her hand covering his as he finished the song.


Their eyes met and Rupert smiled, "I think you should leave the singing to me. I've heard you sing, Buffy, and, well, you're a damn good slayer."


"Very funny," Buffy rolled her eyes, smirking as she said, "I think I'm going back upstairs to get some sleep. If you don't appreciate my singing talents, I suppose there is no need to share my other talents with you!"


Before she could take a step his hand caught hers and spun her around, into his waiting arms. She was about to tease him about an old man moving that fast, having all ready put down his guitar and caught her before she'd even moved away, but his lips caught hers and all thought of teasing him fled her mind. Well, teasing him a non-physical way, that is. His tongue traced the curve of her lips before slowly entering her mouth, his hand moving behind her to rest on her lower back. Feeling somewhat daring, Buffy covered his hand with hers and moved it lower, until it was resting on her butt. He seemed to get the idea because he was soon squeezing her flesh, receiving a low moan for his efforts.


"Buffy, we shouldn't be doing this," Rupert murmured against her lips, "not here, in your backyard. We might disturb your Mother or Dawn. Bugger, I can't believe I'm sneaking around and worrying about my lover's Mum catching us shagging!"


"I love it when you get all English on me," Buffy smirked, "Bugger, shag, Mum. Ooooh, say bleeding wanker. That one gets me all tingly and wet."


"Brat," Rupert smiled affectionately before his blue eyes serious as he said, "Buffy, we can't make love outside."


"Why not?" Buffy asked as her hand moved between his legs, finding the growing bulge in his trousers, "Sure feels to me like you find the idea arousing."


"Why not?" he sputtered, his eyes narrowing as she batted her eyes innocently as her hand slid into his pants and began to stroke his hardening cock. His hand went around her wrist and he said, "We're in your bleeding back yard, is why not! It's also far too cool and I hear thunder, which means it is about to rain. I don't want you to get sick."


"I guess you are a stuffy old guy," Buffy quipped as she deliberately ran her tongue over her lips, "I thought you were far more daring and rebellious. "tis a pity you're so prissy. I'm soaking wet and would love nothing more than to feel your hard cock buried deep inside me."


"Stuffy? Prissy?" Rupert arched a brow as a dangerous gleam entered his eyes, his lips curving into a sinful smile as he stood and pulled her flush against him. His lips hovered above hers and he saw the desire and excitement in her hazel eyes, whispering, "You wanna play, slayer? I can play."


Buffy felt a tremor of arousal spread over her body at the look in his eyes, loving when he got like this. He was always the voice of logic, the caregiver, the one that took care of things, but when he was with her, he would sometimes just let go and be rough and dangerous and playful and, God, he was amazing. Before she knew what was happening, she was against the side of her house, his mouth on hers as his hands moved beneath her nightgown. She gasped when two fingers were pushed into her wet channel, easily sliding into her.


She kissed him back, her own kiss possessive and passionate, the petite blonde not one to hold back when she was with him, trusting him and knowing that she was safe to act on her desires without fear of judgement. So she liked it a little rough, liked to feel his hands bruising her ass as he fucked her, liked the passion and loss of control. It didn't make her a freak. It wasn't as if she only wanted sex that way. In fact, she was highly fond of spending hours making love, but there were times, especially after a frustrating patrol or horrible day, that she just wanted to be fucked. Rupert Giles understood this, had no problems giving her exactly what she needed, having his own fondness for a good hard fuck occasionally.


Rupert could feel her juices coating his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as he continued to fuck her with his hand. He knew she'd had a rough day, had thought he'd surprise her with the song, letting her know how much she meant to him. He'd honestly not expected her to climb down from her balcony nor had he thought she would be this aroused and ready for him to take her outside like this. The logical part of his mind argued that it was a cold night and pointed out that it appeared to be raining, but he ignored that logical part for now and focused on giving Buffy what she wanted, what she needed. After all, what sort of lover would he be if he walked away from her when she was in such a state?


"Please," Buffy moaned as she pushed against his hand, needing more. She looked into his eyes and smiled, "I want you inside me, Rupert."


Not one to refuse such a request, he unfastened his trousers, stroking his erection as he continued to use his fingers to get her ready. When she growled at him, her eyes gleaming with need and desire, he moved forward, thrusting into her completely, sending her against her house. Her head fell forward against his shoulder, screaming against it as he penetrated her deeply. His hands held her ass, her legs wrapping around his waist, her mouth moving against his neck as she urged him to fuck her. He began to move, raising her and then bring her down, his mouth open slightly as he grunted and moaned quietly as she licked and nipped at his neck and face. Using one hand to hold her, his other hand ripped the front of her nightgown to free her perky breasts.


Buffy ran her fingers through his short hair, oblivious to the minor pain of the house against her back every time he thrust deep, concentrating on the feel of Rupert, his scent, his sounds. She moved her head back and looked at the sky, feeling rain drops on her face, her gown growing damp from the falling rain and the sweat from her activities. His hand caressed her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples, twisting and tweaking the hardened nubs, knowing she had sensitive breasts and loved to have him play with them. She could felt a familiar tension building within, knew it would not take her much longer to come. She began to squeeze her muscles, wanting him to come with her, moving her mouth against his neck and licking the salty flesh, nipping his skin and paying particular attention to the area beneath his ear that was a particularly sensitive area for her lover.


Rupert moved his hand from her breasts, past her flat stomach, reaching her light brown curls. His strokes were more frequent, his thrusts deeper, his mouth finding hers as he twisted her clit, feeling her body spasm, his mouth catching her cry as she tightened and then let go, her juices soaking him as she came. He did not last much longer, sinking deep inside his beautiful lover and letting go, his seed spilling into her. He was glad that she was taking birth control. Selfish as it was, he liked to feel her against him without any latex barriers. He remained buried inside her until his cock was spent, finally breaking their kiss, his blue eyes moving over her face. She was flushed and her lips were swollen and her eyes were sleepy but shining with love and desire.


"You okay, love?" he asked as he gently pulled out of her, watching as she took a moment to stand on her own without leaning against the house.


"Okay does not even begin to describe what I feel," Buffy sighed happily, "but it will work because it's been a long day and I'm not quite the walking thesaurus that Willow is and, yeah, very okay, Rupert."


"You really should get inside, Buffy. The rain is starting to fall harder," Rupert told her, his fingers moving along her cheek, an adoring smile on his lips as he said, "I don't want you catching a cold."


"It would be worth it to be with you," Buffy told him sincerely, putting her fingers against his lips when he started to protest. "But it would definitely make slaying a pain in the ass, with all the sneezing and stuff, so I'll go ahead and go into the warm house. You need to get home before it starts storming. I expect you to call me when arrive home, Rupert. I want to know you made it safely."


"Of course," Rupert smiled as he gently kissed her, reluctantly releasing her lips. "You should go now or I might not be able to control myself."


"That's not a bad thing, Rupert," she said softly, looking into his eyes and saying, "I love you."


"I love you more," he teased, a smile on his lips as he stepped back, his large hands smoothing her nightgown over her hips. "Now go inside and get some sleep."


"Yes, sir," Buffy laughed softly, her hazel eyes amused as she moved to the flower covered ladder that reached her balcony. She looked at him and winked, "Remind me to have bad days more often."


*the end *