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DISCLAIMER: If I did... But I don't.
SUMMARY: Giles overhears a private conversation. Humour
WORDCOUNT: 540
NOTES: for Copper. Background can be found in Chocolate Probation
HOTEL KITCHEN
by Leni
Giles knew they couldn’t see him in the small couch in the corner of the hallway. As
quiet as he was, he doubted any of them would pick his presence, especially when they were
so obviously absorbed in each other.
“Buffy,” Angel began seriously. “I don’t think this—“
Buffy shook her head, silencing him with a finger against his lips. “Then don’t
think. We’ll do this and we’ll have fun while we’re doing it.” The
finger tapped lightly his chin. “Won’t we?”
Angel chuckled. “Yes, love, we will.”
Her giggles reached Giles, who smiled at the sound. Sometimes he couldn’t believe
Buffy was again feeling so carefree, it relieved him greatly. So many times had he feared
how broken she’d be after everything that had happened in Sunnydale.
“Remember that this is a secret,” she warned her lover.
Angel smiled. “Kiss and no tell, got you.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her
closer. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll have my kiss.”
Buffy blushed a little but quickly showed to agree. Giles counted until ten, studying the
magazine in his hands. When he turned around again, he shook his head and began counting
back from one-hundred. That surely would give them enough time...
He was already past thirty when Buffy spoke again. “Late night sneaking really fits
us,” her voice was dreamy and a little muffled against Angel’s chest.”
Giles watched as the man’s hands went tenderly over her back. “Old habits, I
guess.” Buffy giggled softly and Giles smiled. Indeed, he had been there for the
first version of these rendez-vous too, never so close to the spectacle but Giles knew
that for them time had apparently rewound. Maybe not as innocent as it used to be, but
certainly a lot more truthful. Buffy’s fingers went lazily up and down her
lover’s arm, obviously in synch with the caress along her back. Giles barely stopped
himself before sighing in contentment.
“So, you ready to do Faith’s dare?”
Giles sat straight. He knew about Faith’s ‘dares’ alright. He could already
feel a slight blush attack his cheeks.
“In the hotel kitchen at two in the morning,” Angel said, obviously repeating
Faith’s words. “We don’t need to do exactly what she told us to, do
we?”
What?! Giles’ eyebrows shot up.
Buffy’s smirk was teasing as she closed the millimetre or so that separated her from
Angel. “Why? You afraid Faith won’t think good enough of our... abilities?”
Giles gulped. Oh dear Lord...
Angel laughed, walking into the kitchen with a determined step. “Come on,” he
called her. Buffy didn’t need to be told twice.
They couldn’t... They wouldn’t... Giles unfastened his tie in an effort to get
air. He couldn’t possibly go across the hall without alerting them of his presence.
Which wouldn’t be as embarrassing as if he stayed where he was. Damned if he did,
damned if he didn’t. Damn Faith and her wicked dares!
Just as he was about to try and leave as inconspicuously as possible - maybe they’d
be too distracted to notice him? - Buffy’s voice came from the kitchen: “Ha!
Pickles, coconut yoghurt and Rocky Road, I so told Faith we’d find what she
craved!”
Giles slumped back onto the couch.
The End
01/07/04
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