Disclaimer: They're not mine. This has never happened on the show, it will never happen on the show, and I'm not even sure I *want* it to happen on the show. But it was *screaming* to be written. *G* So please don't sue me.
Rating: I'm going to go with PG-13, but if things like this bother you then you might consider it R. =)
Classification: B/G romance
Spoilers: Takes place *during* Inca Mummy Girl, so that's a pretty big spoiler. =)
Dedication: To Megan, who cleaned this up for me. Thanks!
Summary: Takes place during the final fight/conflict scenes in IMG, when Buffy and Giles got thrown into the crypt together.
Author's note: Like I said, that tiny little scene was calling for a story. I had to write it. =) One last warning, this is B/G, so if that's not your thing then bail out now. Please don't flame me for writing it, because I gave fair warning, but feedback and constructive critism are welcome. =)
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"Oooof," was the only noise Buffy made when she dropped, quite heavily and quite unexpectedly, on Giles's stomach. What on earth had happened? Just one second ago she had been outside, right in the middle of all the action, and now here she was, trapped. Shrouded in darkness and listening to a silence that was pierced only by her Watcher's heavy breathing.
"Buffy?" Giles inquired breathlessly. Just as he was wondering if he could get up from this damned tomb, a soft warm weight had fallen on top of him and knocked the breath right out of his chest. Then the lid was shoved over the top of the coffin and everything had gone black.
"Yep, it's me," she said dryly. She was wiggling around, trying to find a vantage point from which to best attempt kicking their way to freedom. There was a fight going on outside, after all, but being face down on Giles's chest was not the best place from which to escape from anything, much less a coffin with a heavy stone lid.
Giles lay deathly still as Buffy struggled on top of him. He knew what she was doing, and that it was necessary for their escape, but he also knew that if she didn't stop moving her hips that way, things were going to get a little more cramped in there. Biting his lip, he gripped her waist with two heavy hands.
"Buffy...you're ah, you're going to have to stop that..."
She stopped what she was doing and lay still for a moment. "What? Why?" In her innocence, she was confused. After all, she was only trying to free them... "Am I hurting you?"
"Well, no, but you're..."
Unsatisfied with his explanation of his request for her to quell her movement, she shifted again and this time her hips were pressed directly over his obvious arousal. Giles uttered a loan moan, and his grip on her waist intensified.
They stared. Though it was dark, each could almost hear the thoughts of the other. They had fought together. They had talked and learned and wondered and been awkward around each other. Giles had taken her in his arms to carry her to safety, and Buffy had done away with monsters who would have surely killed him. They had experienced so much...but this was new. Now he *wanted* her. One can't slay attraction, nor can one watch it, so they were both left entirely out of their element.
"Oh," was all she said. Though he couldn't see it in the darkness, a little smile turned up her lips. Though she paused for this moment of ironic amusement -- she was arousing her *Watcher* -- she quickly sobered. They had to get the hell out of here!
"Giles look, I think we have to turn me over," she said. "That way I can push upwards with my legs."
Another shudder ran though him at the images lurking behind those words, and his sinful thoughts angered him. As Buffy went about turning herself over so that her back was pressed against his chest, and other things were pressed to other things, Giles wondered what the hell was wrong with him. She was his responsibility. His reason. His...object of desire?? He tried to reason with himself, saying that it was only his body's inevitable and completely natural reaction to being so close to her, but a small stubborn part of his mind insisted that he was *attracted* to Buffy. She tossed her head, as much as she could in the confined space, and the soft scent of her hair filled the musty air. He turned his head away.
She seemed to have forgotten about his...arousal. Or if not forgotten it, at least chosen to ignore it. Whatever her outward appearance, however, she could feel him pressing hotly into the small of her back, and it was making it hard to concentrate on what she was trying to do here. But they had to get out...!
"Giles, you're gonna have to hold me down so I can kick this thing off."
For a split second, arguing seemed like it might be an option, but he never argued with that particular tone. That tone said that she didn't like this any more than he did, but that they were both going to have to do something that they might not particularly want to do. He always felt like a whiny child when he argued with that voice, and so he chose not to anymore. Giles wrapped his arms tightly around her small waist, trying not to crush too tightly. he wondered. The Slayer may be tiny, but she sure wouldn't break. He held on for dear life as she used her strong, toned legs to pummel the lid of their confinement. He could feel the power in her abdominal muscles as she worked.
"Just" "a few" "more" ..." she panted. With a victorious cry she gave one last mighty kick, and bright light flooded over them as the stone slab swung first up and then sideways with the force of her assault.
"There! Finally!" she said, as if kicking away the top of a 2-ton stone sarcophagus was something she should have had done ages ago.
Buffy leapt up and was caught up in the fight again as if she'd never been locked away from it. In reality, Giles knew that they had only been in there together for a minute or two. But in those few minutes trapped under her strong body, confined in a tiny space and pressed against her in darkness, a realization had been trapped in there with him. It was one that he had avoided and stepped around and refused to acknowledge. And even today, when his attraction to her was plainly obvious, he refused to admit that there was any emotion waiting for her in his heart other than platonic love. He took those feelings and buried them down deep where he knew they belonged.
he hoped.
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