Title: Tea Interrupted
Author: Khylaren
Contact: Khyalren@yahoo.com
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Giles/Ethan (slash)
Rating: PG

A/N: Written in response to an LJ Meme: 
Give me 3 words of your choice and I will write a drabble (100-500 words) using those three words. May be orignal fic, may be fanfic, take your pick. Written for Elementalv who gave me: Lemon, Granite, Glee

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Giles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Then he took off his glasses and wiped them on his sweater before replacing them. The visitor on his couch was still there.

“Aren’t you going to offer me some tea, Ripper?” Ethan asked with a smirk. 

“Milk or lemon?” Giles asked, sighing again. His movements in the kitchen were automatic, resigned. The kettle was still hot from his earlier attempt to make tea for himself, an attempt that was interrupted by Ethan’s unexpected visit. 

“After all these years, you can’t remember?” Ethan said with a sly smile. “Come now, Ripper.”

Ignoring Ethan’s remark, Giles opened his refrigerator and pulled out the milk, setting it on the counter next to the cups.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” Ethan said, rising from his seat on the couch to investigate the fireplace. “Nice. Is this granite?” he asked, running his hand over the stone facing. “I like it. It suits you.”  He turned and took the cup Giles offered with a grin. “Cheers.”

“You didn’t come here to check out my remodeling,” Giles said, shaking his head. “So why don’t we skip the formalities and get right to why you’re here?”

Ethan set his cup on the mantle with a low chuckle. “Really, my dear fellow. Is it that hard to imagine I might have simply wanted to visit an old friend?”

Giles took a sip of his tea. “In a word: yes.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Not any further than I can throw you,” Giles retorted almost primly.

Ethan laughed. “You really have become a stuffed shirt, Ripper – or perhaps I should call you Rupert. Yes, that definitely is more fitting.” He shook his head with a feigned sigh. “I never would have guessed it all those years ago. Still, I suppose its enough that one of us is still up to mischief,” he added, his eyes full of wicked glee. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll tell you what I’m up to.”

“Define ‘good boy’.”  He was afraid he knew the answer already, if Ethan’s smile was any indication.  “Oh no,” Giles said, shaking his head. “No.”  But it was no good. Ethan was already taking his teacup away, and he didn’t put up much of a fight when Ethan cupped his jaw with surprising gentleness and kissed him. 

Damn the man's mouth, Giles thought resignedly, before surrendering to the kiss. Ethan never did fight fair.