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Though Giles hid it well, inside him raged a hurricane. His heart pounded so fiercely it felt as if it might leap out through his throat. The only physical tell of his precarious state of mind was the subtle clenching and unclenching of his hands by his side, an unconscious attempt to get the blood flowing to his brain and release some of his pent-up tension. It was beyond his comprehension how Faith could unsettle him so thoroughly.
As Giles' eyes finally brought Lizzy into clear focus, he was immediately shaken by her demeanor; the girl trembled slightly. This was nothing like the girl who had been engaged in a searing kiss with Faith mere moments ago. Giles reached out for her hands cautiously, holding them between his warm palms. They were cold with apprehension. Gently, he raised them to his lips and blew a warm breath over them.
Lizzy eventually met his eyes, her gaze tremendously shy. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.
"Mm-huh!" she replied affirmatively. "And before you ask... I am sure," she added somehow, her embarrassment still visible.
He chuckled softly. He admired intelligent women.
Her hands started to warm in his and he kissed them, but the gesture was no longer a sweet one. His actions had changed to sensuous, which became clear to Lizzy when he nibbled on her finger with a mischievous look in his eyes. She gasped and felt her legs getting weaker.
Meanwhile, Faith had sat on Peter's lap on the car's hood. They didn't progress any further, as they opted for watching Giles' advances. However, if the truth had to be told, Faith was the one that had chosen to watch the Watcher with curiosity and Peter had just followed her lead.
Giles lowered Lizzy to sit on the car hood and stood between her legs. Her dress wasn't a tight one, so it hung down on her lap. Giles found that sight adorable but at the same time extremely arousing.
"Have you enjoyed what you've seen before?" he asked her.
Lizzy simply nodded slowly, still feeling weak.
Giles slid his hands in her soft hair and started to massage her head slowly. The glossy curls entwined in his fingers.
"Did it excite you watching Faith and I together?" he probed once more but now his voice was almost a whisper into her ear. The girl shivered and moaned due to his combined caresses.
"What did you like the most?"
She didn't voice it, but her gesture spoke volumes for her as she lifted her hand and gripped the front of Giles' shirt, pulling him closer to her.
"You have me now, luv, but you will have to tell me what you want from me. That's how we are going to begin, yes?"
"Ok," she said quietly. She had started to feel more comfortable.
Lizzy wanted this. She had felt herself very attracted to him, to the things he had done to Faith, to his self confidence. But this whole situation was new to her. Peter had been her first lover, her only lover actually. Sex wasn't a game to her, not until tonight. Accepting Faith's proposal was the wildest thing she had ever done, followed by that kiss, obviously. However, when the time had come to act on it, she felt consumed by an enormous fear. She wouldn't think twice about backing out of this adventure at any time if she felt uncomfortable in Giles' arms.
However it wasn't what she felt. He had touched and spoken to her gently all along. His hands had been in her hands and now in her hair and yet it had felt as if his naked body had met hers equally bare. She desired him, wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her. He seemed to always know what to say, what to do, and especially how to do it.
"Do you want me to repeat what I did to Faith while we were here next to you, is that it?" Giles queried softly, encouraging her to talk to him.
"No," she quietly said, surprising him.
It was true that she wanted him to do whatever he wanted, but... there was something that she craved more at that moment.
"I want you inside me," she said, surprising him further.
Giles felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him at those words and he remembered the lust he had seen in her when he and Faith had put on a show for the young couple while still beside his own car.
"Are you ready for me, luv?" he asked kissing her cheek, her jaw and her neck.
"I... I think so." She replied gripping even tighter onto his shirt in the same manner she had done to her dress earlier.
Giles nuzzled into her hair and blew into her ear, making her shiver involuntarily. "Shall we figure it out?" he caressed her, "why don't you open your legs further apart for me, Lizzy?"
She complied immediately, before placing her heels onto the bumper. Giles held his breath in anticipation, her dress sliding to her waist.
"Dear Lord," he breathed out at the sight before him. He hadn't realized all this time that she was still without her panties. It wasn't necessary to touch her to know that she was more than ready for him as he could see the moisture glistening from where he stood. He remembered that Peter's saliva was there as well and this thought somehow increased his desire.
"You are beautiful, you know that?" He reassured her.
With that simple line, Lizzy felt more confident and reached for his shirt buttons but he held her hands and delicately moved them away, preventing her from opening his shirt.
Still watching them attentively, Faith didn't miss his atypically dismissive reaction.
Giles placed Lizzy's hands on his already partially open trousers and encouraged her to undo the zipper there. She lowered it with surprising hunger despite her slightly shaky hands.
She didn't need any further encouragement to also lower his boxers down.
His erect member was free once again and Giles looked down at himself. He couldn't believe how hard he had been for so long. It had become painful to him for a while already. But it was a pain that fed his desire and he welcomed it wickedly. His mind wandered to Faith inadvertently but he forced himself to shake that thought away and even more to avoid glancing at her. He had a gorgeous woman in his hands and he would pay as much attention to her as he could.
Lizzy watched Giles with striking eagerness.
Giles was gentle in easing her back on the hood, using his arm to support his weight over her body. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled charmingly at her.
"I'll go slowly, is that how you want it?"
She nodded, releasing a barely audible, "Yeah."
"Look into my eyes," he whispered, "I need to see you all along, all right?"
Their eyes locked and he positioned himself at her entrance. He started to push his pelvis forward, contracting the muscles of his rear.
Lizzy closed her eyes at the initial discomfort and he paused, waiting for her eyes to meet his again. She kept them closed though, bracing herself for more of that stretching pain.
"Hey..." he whispered kindly to bring her attention. She opened her eyes again. "Stay with me?" he asked her once more with the most charming tone.
She blinked a few times, firming her gaze into his again. He smiled at her. However, when he pushed more of him into her, his smile faded and his eyes changed, giving way to a lustful expression.
Giles watched as her eyes threatened to close due to the momentary discomfort, but she kept them open for him. It fueled his need for her and he had to hold back the urge to slam himself the rest of the way in.
Giles did progress slowly and when he reached the end he kept himself still. He wiped the slight sheen of sweat from her brow with his thumb, his touch gentle and comforting.
"You feel so sweet around me." Leaning close, he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling its scent, "Can you contract your muscles for me?"
She did, and he hissed into her ear, "Lord, you can drive any man insane."
He held her hand in his and maneuvered them in such way that her fingers under his touched her clit.
The young woman drew air in sharply through her mouth and shivered in surprise. He kept his hand over hers encouraging a rhythmic movement. He rocked his hips forward a few times exerting more pressure on her, but did not make any other greater movement.
He was taking his time with her, treating her like a princess.
He increased the rhythm of their hands over her clit, causing her breathing to shorten and her eyes to close.
"Look at me," he hissed, a bit rougher than intended and she complied immediately.
When he saw the unbearable arousal in her eyes and her release an inch away he halted their hands, preventing her from climaxing.
She groaned in frustration and tried to arch her hips up but his body inside hers restrained her movements.
"Argh, what the f-?" she spat angrily.
"You must exercise patience and self-control," Giles said with a hint of scholarly authority.
She muttered another mild swearword under her breath.
Now, she reminded him of the girl that kissed Faith a moment ago.
Lizzy took a deep shaky breath.
"Shall we try it again?" he asked and she replied with a quiet but resolute nod.
He readjusted their hands and resumed the same routine. This time, she was more prepared, yet it did little to quell her anger. Nevertheless, she maintained her control.
Giles knew that the release after this restraining cycle was of extreme pleasure. That was what he wanted to give her, an unforgettable climax.
Actually it was what he wanted to give to Faith, but she had slayer strength and an explosive personality that would make it impossible without having gained her trust. And he knew well that it would take time and a lot of effort from him to gain that trust. But... it wasn't impossible, was it?
He forced himself to dispel the thoughts of the enticing slayer once again.
"Lizzy, we shall try something different now," he suggested and she nodded. "I want you to proceed touching yourself without my hands guiding you." She nodded again. "However..." he continued, and her eyes narrowed at him, "when I instruct you to stop..."
"I'll stop," she finished for him, her breathing uneven.
He responded with a handsome grin.
Lizzy wasted no time and began touching herself without waiting for the 'ready, steady, go' signal.
To her surprise, Giles did not interject, yet she found herself so immersed in the game that she halted her own stimulation when she sensed her orgasm approaching.
Giles noticed it and felt a twinge of pride. She was proving to be a rather quick learner.
"Good," he whispered hoarsely over her lips and bit lightly on her lower one. She whimpered when his mouth left her skin. He traced his fingers down the side of her face.
He started a steady in and out movement and she gasped audibly. Lizzy wondered for a second if it was possible to die from pleasure.
"Your hand," he reminded her and she placed her fingers again on her clitoris.
Lizzy's free hand tightened around the back of his neck in a firm grip, using it for leverage. She was so consumed by desire that not even a marching band parading through the parking lot could have caught her attention.
Lizzy felt her orgasm slamming at the door once again.
"Keep goin'!" Came a commanding voice from Faith.
Lizzy glanced at Faith in surprise before darting her eyes back to Giles, who was now studying the Slayer's face intently. He saw the raw and urgent desire written there.
His gaze returned to Lizzy, who waited for his decision. "Do as she tells you!" he finally declared.
Lizzy complied obediently and she didn't stop. Giles watched as she allowed her orgasm to wash over her. More than watched, he actually felt it. Her walls clenching sensually around him, squeezing him and driving him mad.
Giles stole himself quickly from her body, preventing his own release. He did not want to come inside Peter's girl. They had an agreement after all. Holding Lizzy to him, Giles attention inadvertently shifted to Faith who watched him intently with a giddy grin.
Their gaze locked and in that instant, the realization hit him. Faith had anticipated this, she wanted to witness his surrender. She wanted the satisfaction of watching as his control slipped away from him.
Slayer and Watcher challenged one another with their eyes while the young woman convulsed in pleasure in his arms. His teeth were gritted, as his embrace tightened on the college girl.
After a moment, he felt his composure returning and smirked triumphantly at Faith.
In turn, Faith had been teasing and provoking Peter while keeping tabs on Giles and Lizzy. "C'mon Peter-Pan, time to catch up," she said with a dry smirk.
Faith was fast in pulling him up with her, opening his zipper and getting his briefs and jeans lowered around his ankles all before pushing him backwards onto the car hood.
The boy was frightened at her rapid advances, but no complaints were heard from him, especially when Faith wrapped her firm hand around his shaft. A second later, he felt her mouth engulfing him. He gasped multiple times before gritting his teeth tightly to prevent himself from pathetically and prematurely exploding into her mouth.
Giles was suddenly acutely aware of Faith and Peter's actions but he forced his focus back to Lizzy. He touched her body and she purred.
Faith kept working her furious ministrations on Peter and the young man started to feel his self-control escaping. He moaned louder each time.
Peter held Faith desperately by her shoulders and tried to bring her up to him. He did try to stop her mouth from giving him the most freaking intense pleasure of his life. He couldn't come, Giles had explicitly warned him against it.
However, Faith did not let go of the young man. Peter gripped the car hood with iron hands and his hips started to buck towards her erratically against his will. He had lost this battle and gave himself to the sensation, allowing his head to fall back.
In that second, Peter felt a strong hand over his stomach pressing him down onto the vehicle, immobilizing him. He shot his head up, opening startled eyes to meet Giles' deadly gaze. "Come in her mouth, and you'll regret it," Ripper threatened between gritted teeth.
Peter panicked, feeling his legs weaken. Despite Faith's intensified efforts to push the college boy over the edge, she noticed him softening in her mouth.
Faith released him and Peter fell limp onto the car. Despite that, he boasted a broad smile of relief on his face.
"Idiot," Faith muttered and Peter laughed.
Faith was furious. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she realised who was to blame.
She pulled Giles roughly from Lizzy, "Sorry girlfriend, but we have some unfinished business."
In a swift slayer-like movement, she forcefully shoved him onto the car hood.
Appearing unfased, Ripper taunted, "Will you be having your way with me?" A slightly psychotic grin on his face.
Faith dragged him higher, his back slamming against the windshield and his legs sprawled over the hood. His pants and underwear bunched around his thighs.
Faith did short work of removing her jeans and quickly straddled him. She edged her underwear to one side and brought him deep inside her in a single shove.
"Consider it a favor," she finally replied dryly.
Faith started to ride him while she wondered what it was about this fucking librarian that made her so damn angry. He wanted to control everything and everyone. He had outsmarted her a couple of times tonight. He was not afraid of her unusual strength or intimidated by her aggressive personality. 'Who the fuck did he think he was?'
She gripped the front of his shirt and brought him for a hard kiss. They kissed like two newly-turned vampires, thirstily draining one another. Giles cursed his hands for holding her to him with such frightening need. And Faith hated the fact that she wanted this kiss to stretch indefinitely.
The kiss did last a long time while she rode him like a professional. They swallowed each other's moans and when Faith finally came bringing Giles with her, she could swear that he had said her name between incoherent words of release.
Strangely enough, their mouth remained connected. After a brief white-flag, cease-fire, silent-bliss moment, Faith abruptly tore her mouth away from his. Her hands ripped open his shirt, sending buttons scattering to the floor. With a forceful shove, she pushed him back onto the windshield.
Giles lay sprawled on the car, his shirt twisted around his elbows, while Faith remained above him. Her gaze was instantly drawn to the tattoo on the inside of his left upper arm.
It was the mark of Eyghon, a symbol devoted to a demon that destroyed a great part of his life. A symbol that reminded him of a past that he hated and wished to erase. A symbol that reminded him of who he had been, and desired no longer to be- Ripper.
His eyes flicked between the tattoo and Faith and his face grew invisibly pale. Faith noticed it, along with the shift in his demeanor, as he shrugged, weakly tugging at his shirt.
She slid off him. "You okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
He did not reply. Pulling himself from the windshield, he tugged his shirt over his shoulders. He rose to his feet, pulling both his boxers and pants, before fastening them with trembling hands. His gaze trained on his actions.
Faith pulled her clothes back on as she watched him cautiously.
He glanced around disoriented, before stumbling his way towards his own car. He barely managed to hastily collected his scattered piece of clothing, glasses and diary in his arms. The night air seemed to whisper haunting words around him.
Faith followed him to the driver's door. "Hey, I'm sorry," she said, regretting her royal fuck-up. Breaking him had been her goal all night long, yet it left her feeling strangely unfulfilled.
He opened the door, but before getting into the car, he turned to her. Lowering his face to hers, he kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a hungry, open-mouthed kiss from Ripper as before; it was a sweet peck, yet carried an undeniable intensity as Giles lips pressed firmly against hers for a long moment.
Faith hadn't experienced many kisses like this before, but she could taste the bittersweet flavor of goodbye she knew all too well.
Then, he got in the car and drove off.
The End
