The kitchen was dark and quiet when Buffy slipped through the door. She turned on one light after locking the door behind her, placed her keys down on the counter, and glanced at the clock. Nearly nine o'clock. Giles would be in the bedroom, probably reading, or no, more likely? Having a bath, and then getting a drink, and then reading. A small smile appeared on Buffy's lips. It had become so much easier to come home at night after she and Giles had moved into together, all that he�s too old for her, or he�s her watcher and it�s weird and wrong crap over with. A small part of her liked to imagine that they would be doing this for years to come, once the new Council had been set up. She and Giles had enough time alone, but a Friday night and Saturday morning, maybe even Saturday afternoon, made for a special weekend. First, she would have to have a shower, and then Buffy would pounce her boyfriend. Lovely plan, she thought, and let her smile broaden a bit more.

"Oh, you're home already."

Buffy made a little noise of surprise when Giles walked into the kitchen. "Yes, yes, I am." She laughed quietly, this time smiling as Giles walked in, wearing his bathrobe and carrying a highball glass. "Actually, I thought I�d be home later. Must be our lucky night."

"I'm glad you're back. I've been waiting for you." Giles placed the glass in the kitchen sink and took a few steps toward Buffy. "Anxiously, even."

"I think� you should wait a little longer." The words were hard to get out � Giles looked nice in the dark blue bathrobe, his chest showing, and hm... Buffy tipped her head to the side and looked more closely. Nothing on underneath. Oh, yeah. Nice.

"Oh." A hurt look erased the smile that had been forming on Giles' face. He took a small step back when Buffy started to edge away from him. "I thought you wanted� that you would like to�"

"No, it's not� I do. I really do, it's nothing like that," Buffy reassured him. "It's� Dawn? She has a new kitten. The cutest, fuzziest little thing." She brushed a hand over her sweater, frowning slightly. "Very fuzzy, and lots of fun to cuddle. You just want to sit and pet it and play with it all night. Uhm..." Apologetic frown firmly in plae, Buffy took another little step back. "I kind of think I did.�

"That shouldn't be too much of a problem," Giles murmured and took a step forward.

"No! I'm all covered in kitten fuzz. It's all going to get up your nose and make you itchy and sneezy." Buffy held one hand in front of her, trying to get Giles to stop coming so close. Her resolution started to crumble � and quickly � when Giles took her hand and kissed the palm.

"Not such a big problem, hm?" Another small kiss to her hand, then the touch of Giles� nose to the same place.

Buffy bit her lip. Giles was irresistible when he had a tickly nose. All those itchy sounding sniffles and sneezes, and the look of pure defenselessness when he sneezed out the tickle. The mere thought made warmth bloom inside her and a faint blush crept over Buffy's face. "It's a problem when you don't feel good," she replied, then gasped softly when Giles's fingers brushed over her breasts.

"I won't feel bad. Just a little ticklish." One fingertip traced a circle around one breast, tickling her through the soft material of her sweater. "And I know you don't mind ticklish."

"Oh�" A little sigh cut off Buffy's answer. She pressed in closer to Giles and rubbed up against his touch. "I'll give you the sneezies."

"Mmm� just like a little kitten?" Giles' fingertips tickled over Buffy's chest once more before he pulled her in close. He kissed her gently on the lips, then more deeply. At first he held the kiss for a long time, his warm tongue slipping into Buffy's mouth and drawing her even more near. After a series of long kisses, Giles leaned down and nuzzled his face into Buffy's neck and shoulder. When he raised his head, he sniffled again and again, very softly, until his nose twitched.

"A fuzzy little kitten," Buffy replied. She watched, entranced, as Giles blinked a few times, and then took hesitant breaths that made his nostrils twitch again.

"V-very� fuzz�ih�ih-tCH!" Scrunching his face up, Giles half held in the sneeze. His head fell forward slightly as he did so, and then turned slightly to the side with another sneeze. "t-choo!"

"Bless you!" Buffy closed the tiny space that the sneezes had put between them and sighed when Giles nuzzled his nose into her neck. "Not too fuzzy?"

"N-never." The answer was quiet and given on a gasping breath. "h'tch! h'tchih! huh�tchoo!" Three small, tickly sounding sneezes, then Giles paused, drew in a trembling breath and let out a louder, stronger one. "ITCHOO! ahh� oh, there we go, that felt good."

Making a small noise of agreement, Buffy rubbed herself against Giles. His sneezes made her feel warm and tingly inside, as if he were touching her all over with his gentle fingertips. Or nuzzling Buffy all over with his pink, sensitive nose. Another tiny noise escaped Buffy's lips and she rubbed up against Giles more urgently. �You so better be willing to finish what you�re starting here...�

�I don�t think I have much of a choice...� Smiling again, Giles moved in to kiss the side of Buffy�s neck. �You already feel so warm, so lovely...� He nuzzled very gently now, just the tip of his nose touching her skin and making Buffy squirm. �And I already feel so ticklish...� Giles� nose pressed more firmly as he nuzzled in more near.

�Ah... oh...� Buffy couldn�t stop the soft sigh that came out when she felt Giles� nose twitch against her. �oh, yeah... you really do...� As Giles nuzzled up to her, Buffy tipped her head back, then to the side, and reveled in the feel of itchy sniffles against her neck. This was definitely one of her favorite things when Giles was like this, so allergic and sneezy � to feel the tip of his nose quiver against her neck or his nostrils tremble as he rubbed them over her collarbone. He had such a sensitive nose when it came to things like kitten fuzz and Giles seemed to know exactly how to find all the sensitive little places on Buffy with his nose.

Like there. Right where her shoulder met her neck, where Giles hand slipped her sweater down and nuzzled his nose right into that one ticklish, needing to be touched spot. Buffy moaned more loudly this time, already started to melt inside. She pushed one of her legs between Giles' and the press of his erection into her thigh had her reaching for the belt to his robe. There was never enough closeness for Buffy when she and Giles were making love, and she didn't just want close now, she wanted skin touching skin close.

"W-wait..." Giles started to pull away slightly, his nose rubbing against Buffy's neck firmly and a little desperate noise cutting off the rest of his sentence. "hetCH!" He trembled delicately with the sneeze. "t'CH! ETChh!" Nose pressed right in that little space, he kept sneezing and she kept shivering with desire "kitCHUH! oh... hetCH, Choosh! ehh... sniff, sniff!" Now sniffling wetly, Giles lifted his head. He inhaled again, the sound a little more liquid, and tipped his head back. Each time he inhaled, his nose twitched the littlest bit, just enough that Buffy could see it happening, until the breath snagged. "huh...huhh!" Giles was absolutely still for a half-second, then snapped forward with a sharp 'ketCHOO!'

"See...' Buffy's hands quickly found their way into Giles' robe and rubbed up and down his thighs. "You did get all that kitten fuzz up your nose... and oh..." She had intended to pull Giles tight against her, to feel him, already hard and wanting, the warmth of his chest against her, and the shuddering that came with each sneeze along every inch of her body. But a warm, slightly damp, nose was tracing a path from her neck to the vee in her sweater. Soft lips accompanied it and Buffy couldn't stop herself from arching into the sensation.

Head pressed into Buffy�s sweater, Giles nuzzled back and forth between her breasts. She could feel the warmth of his breath, even when it started to hitch and his nose pressed in more firmly. A shiver of arousal went through Buffy, stronger and hotter than before. She tightened the hand she had around Giles� arm and looked down at the sound of a little gasp.

�hih... hipt-� The sneeze seemed to stick in Giles� nose, making his nostrils twitch over and over again as he raised his head from Buffy�s sweater. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed a few times, short, sharp sniffs that brought the sneezy look back to Giles� face. �hee... h�h�h�hihhh...� But no sneeze. "Damnit... s-so ihih! itchy..."

"Nuzzle up closer," Buffy coaxed. Her hand other hand rested at the nape of Giles' neck, pushing his face closer to the tickly, fuzzy material of her sweater. "Closer to your kitten, hm?"

"My...oh, oh...." Giles moved his nose gently up and down over the sweater-fuzz, sniffing gently. His nose twitched like crazy, nostrils trembling and a sensitive, flushed shade of pink. "..kih..hihih...kit-ten..." One firm arm came around Buffy's waist and Giles nuzzled up good and close. He buried his nose in the soft material and nuzzled back and forth, breath building up to what had to a sneeze.

It had to be. Buffy was trembling inside, like the breath that trembled against her, and her own breath was starting to get ragged. The warmth that bad been building inside was trickling down, from her center, from her fingertips, from the tongue that licked over her dry lips. She needed to be touched so badly, but not as badly as she just needed to feel Giles sneeze good and strong against her breasts.

A sharp gasp made Buffy press harder on the back of Giles' head. Another sharp gasp and Giles clung to her, shoulders tensing. He lifted his head a fraction, enough to breathe in again, and then muffled a loud 'hurruffCHOO!' against Buffy.

"Oh, yeah... good, baby..." Buffy slipped both arms around Giles' shoulders, knowing he'd cling to her and she wouldn't have to hold him to keep him close, and let the sneeze echo through her nerves.

"ufffSCHOO!" Giles sneezed hard, with feeling and force. He snuffled loudly and rubbed his nose against Buffy, turning his head so that his nose nuzzled against her left nipple. The touch was soft, ticklish and melting. It was also, apparently, just as ticklish to Giles because it triggered a sudden sneeze, 'heeeYISHH!'

Buffy was melting. She was melting and slipping out of Giles' arms. She was also moaning and arching into the feel of Giles' nose snuffling against her, rubbing her nipples to hardness and making her blood pound. Then suddenly, she was done slipping and careful fingers were sliding off her jeans. Leaning up off the cool kitchen floor, Buffy struggled to get her sweater off.

"No," Giles looked up, wrinkling his nose, "keep... SNFF! sniffsniffsniff..." He sniffed over and over and pressed his pink, twitchy nose to his shoulder. "... keep it on..."

"You sure?" But she didn't wait for him to answer. Instead, Buffy arched her hips, let Giles get her jeans, then her already damp panties off. She squirmed when he tickled the soles of her bare feet, laughing, and then gasping as he moved up the length of her body, his robe already discarded next to her clothes.

�CHOO!� Giles sneezed once, eyes squeezed shut, lips pursed and head dipping dangerously low between Buffy�s thighs. Tightening his hands on her hips, he rubbed the tip of his nose into the warm, damp hair between her thighs and snuffled, long and wet. The sound made her moan, but before she could push closer, he lifted his head and expelled sneeze after sneeze. �h�CHOO! uhhSCHOO, SCHOO, hahh... ChuhhHOOO!�

The last sneezes echoed in the kitchen, really big and loud and Buffy arched up off the floor, closer to Giles. Closer to his nose, she thought, and whimpered out loud. Little sniffs tickled the inside of her thighs, a warm hand slid behind her back to hold her up, and a very twitchy, very sniffly nose brushed over her clit. Giles sniffled wetly, nose rubbing her very slowly, very gently, until Buffy couldn't take it anymore. She tried moving in closer, wanting to grind against something, Giles' face or his hand or his cock. Just as she did so, he reared his head back and geared up for another sneeze.

"huh...hahuhh..uhhSHUSHHHOO!" Big and loud, the sneeze made Giles shake his head, and then dip down close to Buffy once more. He sneezed a huge 'RUSHHOO!' against her, and then nuzzled over her clit once more. Wet snuffles kept Giles from doing much more than nuzzling, but when Buffy whimpered, he snuffled once more, heavily, and licked his way inside her.

She whimpered again, helpless. Warmth flooded through her body, gathered at the pit of her stomach and finally spiraled out in dizzy rush. Buffy came quickly, already so wet and ready from the sneezes, writhing against Giles. Kisses moved from the inside of her thigh, to her stomach, to her breasts and then to her lips as she came down from the climax.

"Oh... love," Buffy said in a small voice, "Rupert... I, oh, love..." She kissed Giles a few times, murmuring between kisses. They were quiet for a few moments. Buffy shifted when Giles grunted, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable the kitchen floor was post-orgasm. "I'm thinking, shower? And I take care of this?" Buffy rubbed herself against Giles, his cock hardening at the contact.

"Oh, that sounds like a good thought." Giles helped her off the floor, slid his robe back on, and petted his fingers over her sweater. "I might even let you take this off..."

Smiling, Buffy fitted herself against Giles' side. "Careful. I haven't given up on my plan to pounce you sometime tonight." She felt the smile in the snuffly kiss Giles pressed to the top of her head. Yeah, she thought. Still a good plan. Besides, Giles liked kittens.

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