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A Watcher and Slayer must have Faith (Atom and Tweed)

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Buffy popped into the Magic Box for her afternoon sparring session with Giles. The chime sounded above the door, announcing her entrance, and she cast her gaze around the front of the shop as she shrugged off her ivory canvas jacket, revealing a strappy blue tank top. She tossed the jacket on the back of one of the chairs and looked around for her Watcher. She didn't see him, so it was possible he was at the equipment already waiting for, or simply caught up in his books on the second level of the shop. Shrugging, she slipped behind the counter and pilfered a bottled water, sipping at it as she meandered casually into the back room.

Setting the water aside, she slung a leg, clad in tight dark-wash jeans, up onto the pommel horse and began to have a bit of a stretch. Easing out the tension from her body was always soothing, and she lowered one leg and repeated the cycle with the other, feeling her lithe muscles stretch out and become more flexible with the stretches. The pommel horse having served its purpose for the moment, she bent forward and touched her toes, counting silently in her head.

"Bllrgh," she picked the chain of her crucifix necklace from her mouth, it had a habit of getting in the way when she was stretching. Standing upright, she readjusted the chain on her neck with the clasp at the back and the charm centered above her cleavage. She slicked back her hair and fixed her ponytail, wandering around the room as she continued to stretch her arms, holding first one, then the other, behind her head. She was just wasting time now while she waited for Giles.
 
The man had barely gotten any sleep. The whole night, he had stayed away, looming over certain ideas, certain concepts. Sure, it was true that he was a Watcher, and a damn good one at that, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all for naught. Something inside him urned for him to be like he once was, in college, when he claimed to be one of the founders of Pink Floyd. There was nothing for him here. Defending this small town was all for nothing. The citizens would soon be dead anyway. The man put on a sweater, after getting out of bed, and headed downstairs. There was a new aura about him. He put his glasses on during the walk down and sighed as he got to the training room.

The bags under his eyes were semi- obvious, though to notice them, you really had to be looking. "Well, are we ready?" He asked her with his usual British accent. He had something on his mind other than training that day. He had always wanted something more. He had always wanted Buffy to need him as he needed her. His hands were clasped together behind his back and he seemed limber enough as it was, he needed no stretching. He had many tricks up his sleeve for this fight. With him, he had many artifacts. Including, a pair of almost unbreakable handcuffs, a blindfold, and even a gag, should he need to use it.

The man kept his glasses on, and had the items stowed away on his person, unbeknownst to her. The man then looked at her and smiled. He would cut off the head, after Buffy, the rest should be easy. "Well. .." He said to her in an amused tone. "Shall we?" He said as he took his fighting stance. Something from Ancient Chinese arts, something he was well fascinated with. He would look for her to attack and disable her that way, maybe feed off her need for sex and affection. Something she couldn't have as the town's slayer. . .
 
"Oh, hey, there you are," she greeted, noting nothing off about his behavior or appearence, except maybe that he looked a little tired. But that wasn't out of the ordinary, this was Giles after all, the master of research who didn't let sleep get in the way of potential findings.

Buffy followed Giles' lead, as she was wont to do when it came to training. He always had something to teach her, it seemed, whether the blows came down to claymores, battle axes, or in this case... bare hands. She took an offensive stance and circled about her Watcher, thinking over tactics. She decided to start off with something simple, just to test the sort of mood he was in.

Bouncing into range, she threw a punch and followed it with a spin kick, nothing showy, just the basics.
 
Patient eyes watched as she circled around him. He wasn't afraid. Sure, she had beaten up more unsavory characters, but in the grand scheme of things, he was the one who had taught her how to fight. Well, mostly. His mind ran over what he thought she would do. She had many opening moves, though there were a few that were more common than the next. His mind worked, as he moved, not to let her have his back. Knowing Buffy, she would probably throw a punch and transition it into a spinning kick, something he had seen her do a thousand times. With that, when she threw her punch, he was ready. In a quick and simple movement, he moved his head to the right, dodging the punch altogether, and when she threw the kick, he caught it, and used his right foot to throw her off balance.

On her way down, he moved his other hand across her crotch area. Though it was on purpose, he could play it off as it wasn't, but depending on her reaction, he knew whether or not to pursue those actions further. He looked down at her when she was on the ground. "Sorry about that love." He said with a smile on his face. He used his thumb to wipe his nose and held out a hand to help the girl up. It wasn't as though he wanted to just not be friends with Buffy, he wanted to be more in a sense. He wanted to do things to her, and some of her friends. He wanted to be a bad guy for once. . .

"Are you okay?" He asked her with a laugh. .
 
Buffy let out a grunt as her body thudded against the floor. Falling was nothing to the Slayer, either in sparring or in battle, but she was slightly stunned nonetheless, and it had nothing to do with being bested by Giles. It was the way his hand had moved between her legs as she fell, that touch - which she immediately wrote off as accidental on his part, what else would it have been? - stirred some primal, aching urge within her.

She took his hand and let her Watcher help her to her feet, the feel of his rough work-hewn fingers grasping over hers sent a tingle up her arm. She was open-mouthed with narrowed eyes as she stood and looked at him, her own inner confusion revealed clearly on her face. For the first time in a very long while, she felt out of her depth, and it wasn't even because of any monsters or demons on the loose.

"It's fine," she made herself say after a moment, brushing dust from the seat of her jeans and taking a step back from Giles, as if that might help tide these very odd feelings. "I- I'm okay. Come on, Giles, you think I can't handle being tripped up in a kick every now and then?" she forced a laugh, in an effort to lighten the tension that was creeping up within her. She was trying her best to shake away those confused inner thoughts but she had a feeling they were going to keep her off her game for the rest of the training session.

Trying to get back to some semblance of normalcy, she hopped back into a fighting pose, and threw another punch his way, this time aiming for his chest.
 
The man smiled at her for just a moment before she had thrown the punch. It was obvious she was confused, but he would play the stupid card. "What?" He asked of her in his taut tone. "Why the face?" Then, without warning, he caught the punch and gazed into her eyes. His face, showing that of being unamused by her. Using what he had learned in Judo, he flipped the girl, and while she was on the ground, sitting, he got behind her, and using his legs to subdue her, grabbed her arms and subdued them. He moved to whisper into her ear. "Not all of your opponents will stand and fight with you." He said slowly. He was going to teach her the unorthodox way of fighting, so she would expect it. . .

At least that's what he wanted her to think. "What happens when you get attacked by more than one opponent?" He asked of her. "What happens when you get subdued by more than one opponent?" He asked another question. To be honest, his mind went to a different place. "Not everyone will be as willing as I am to let you up." He said as he let her up and stood up himself. "Tell me, why don't you have a boyfriend?" A twinkle in his eye gleaming. This training session was obviously different. It was almost like something in Giles had snapped. . .

First, Buffy would go through this, and after he got what he wanted, he would target one of the other females. What if, after all these years, the vampires weren't who the Watchers and the Slayers should have been looking for? Wouldn't it be ironic, if Giles was the villain that, if killed could have ended the troubles for Sunnydale? Now, that was a thought. Though untrue, perhaps that was the thought they needed. . .
 
Buffy's breath hitched in her throat as Giles held her from behind as they sat. The way his warm breath brushed against her ear as he whispered, she couldn't think straight. The questions he was asking, she should have easily had an answer, a standard explanation of tactics and strategy, technique in differing situations, but her mind was grasping at straws as she felt overwhelmed by the way his body was pressed to hers. It wasn't like her for anything to affect her like this, she dealt with fighting, death, and crazy supernatural things as a matter of course, and yet she found herself struggling to remain normal around him. It was like there were hidden feelings within her that had grown over time, her necessary loneliness as a Slayer and Giles being the person she spent the most time with had coalesced to allow these feelings to form, hidden from her consciousness, until they were being called upon now.

Then he let her go, and she felt compelled to stand because it would probably be weird to simply remain with her back pressed to his front, and she didn't want to give her Watcher the wiggins. But she was thrown off by his next question. On the one hand, she didn't have to utterly fail at coming up with proper responses to the first few things he'd said, but on the other hand, she wondered if he could possibly mean anything by asking why she didn't have a boyfriend. She was already confused, and over thinking things now. Was there some motive he was concealing?

"Giles, I'm the Slayer," she said, shaking her head, "it's just... always too complicated to get involved with normal guys. It never works," she sighed. And getting involved with vampires had its own pain, but she didn't want to think about Angel right then. "I mean, if I could find someone who already knew about these things, and all the dangers that are a part of this life, and knew from experience that they could hold their own in a fight," she glanced up at him quickly before turning away, suddenly feeling anxious, like she was admitting more than she had intended. "Then maybe..." She brushed back a few strands of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. "Why are you asking?" she forced a little laugh, "I mean, you're the one who was always so up in arms whenever I'd go off to the Bronze to meet a new guy, telling me not to get too close otherwise I could be putting them in danger."
 
A sharp breath escaped Giles. He was not in the mood to explain himself to Buffy, especially not today. However, his mind fought back. Something inside told him to breathe, to calm down. And he did. He turned around and looked at her. "Ah, but my judgement is not really key to your social life is it?" He asked her, now moving quickly toward her, and as he got face to face, his gaze faltered, and he began to pace. He took his time inspecting certain details about her, the store, and about himself, before he made another statement. "Alright." He let out a sigh. This conversation was getting him nowhere. He sat down in a chair at a table with a chess board on it. He moved one of the pieces and stood back up. The chess game had gone for ages without either player moving anything.

The man stood slowly again, and walked toward Buffy. "Things aren't going your way are they?" He asked her in a inquisitive tone. He moved toward the front counter and turned to meet eyes with his prized slayer. "I mean, being a slayer does so much harm to your social life." He said as he walked toward her again, but this time, he put his arm around her shoulders, and brushed his finger ever so delicately under his chin. "I mean, no boyfriend, you very well might miss your prom." He said, an empty threat, or observation really. He had no idea the dates on these sorts of events. He was only after all, a librarian.

In an instant, the tone dropped and he was behind the counter. He grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to the girl. Cracking his open, he took two drinks and recapped it, moving back toward the center of the room. He fiddled with his glasses a bit and took another drink, appearing to mull over his thoughts and come up with a solution. He shook his head, realzing that he was indeed taking too long to "lecture" her. Maybe it was the fact he felt useless now. She didn't need him anymore. All the training she had gotten had matured into muscle memory, and not much else was needed for her own growth. He was unsure about this. .
 
Buffy's breath hitched in her throat at Giles' fingertips tilted her chin up to look at him. She couldn't help but think there was some meaning in his words, some reason that he was doing what he was doing. And the way he was touching her, with one arm about her shoulders and the other hand on her like this so delicately, it made her spine tingle.

And then he had taken his hands off of her and she was left once more in a daze. She took the water gratefully and took a pretty large drink, trying to keep her head from spinning too much. But she had to know. Giles was acting... oddly. Or maybe it was just that Buffy's recently discovered feelings were making it seem like he was acting odd. Maybe she was the one being weird. Hmm. At any rate, she had to do something about this, before it interfered not only with her training, but actual fights.

"Giles," she gripped his upper arm and made eye contact. "I need to tell you something."
 
The tall Watcher wasn't done talking yet. Another sip of the water and moved toward the counter, that was, until she had grabbed him. He looked down at her arm and then looked up into her face, making the eye contact. Thinking of what to say, she spoke for him. Tell him something? What on Earth could she possibly tell him? He tried to keep his composure in the matter. Something was telling him that things were going to change between them and the rest of the group, which he had practically removed. He hadn't seen Willow in awhile, neither had he seen Tara. Fact of the matter, he had only really seen Buffy. ..

With inquisitive eyes, he searched her's. As always, her eyes were genuine. He opened his mouth to speak. "Yes?" He asked, in as caring voice as he could. He wanted to help her, but he also wanted. . . more. Really, he wanted to know what she was going to say. Probably girl drama, something he knew almost nothing about. He was, the librarian at one time. He had heard enough in his day and age. Though he wasn't going to shun her off by any means.
 
Buffy sighed. "First... first you have to promise me that you won't get the wiggins, okay?" Her heart pounded in her chest, she could feel the artery in her neck throbbing under the skin as she spoke to Giles. She couldn't remember feeling so nervous in a long time, and it was a strange and fairly unwelcome feeling. She was the Slayer, imbued with supernatural strength and courage due to her destiny, and yet a little personal chat was making her knees weak?

"I mean, can you promise me that whatever I say, you won't get freaked out?" her eyes searched his needfully. She absolutely had to get this off her chest, but she couldn't help but feel it would change things - and that she might never be able to go back to how it was after she aired her thoughts. Buffy wasn't yet sure if that was a good or bad thing, but she couldn't go on keeping these feelings inside and repressed, they were too much of a distraction.
 
The tall man let out a long breath through his nose as he watched her. What could she possibly tell him? He thought he might know, though that was merely based on speculation. Not be freaked out? What was she revealing to him? What weaknesses were about to shine through in one, Buffy Summers? He moved toward her and grasped her hands, giving her a deep and meaningful look, before letting out a breath. He had to be Giles. No matter what else she said, no matter how things changed, he had to be Giles. "What could you possibly say that would upset me?" He asked her softly, trying to comfort her, telling her everything is alright.

Subtly, as he grabbed her wrists, he checked her pulse. It was skyrocketing. Something was not right here. Something was happening. He looked toward her with meaningful eyes and just waited for her to speak. It seemed like ages upon ages of waiting for her, but he was sure she would spit it out soon, he was in fact one of her closest friends. . .at least ally. Or so he thought. He never tended to be wrong, but the frequency of the matter had gone way up. It was time for change. It was time. . .for something. Still, the air bore a nasty silence as the two just looked at each other, face to face. . .
 
The silence seemed to stretch forever. Buffy's breathing was labored, and it wasn't from the training they'd been doing. "Giles, I..." she squeezed his hands, then spider-walked her fingers up his wrists and clutched his forearms, pulling herself closer and clinging to him for support. Her head was spinning and she had to say it, but it was like she was in high school again, trying to tell a boy that she liked him. But this was much different, because Giles was a man, and her Watcher. There was more at stake than simply her feelings, this was something that would alter their entire dynamic, but she couldn't keep it to herself anymore, the way she felt right then made that clear enough.

Words were failing her, and his face was so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered down halfway and in an instant, she made a choice. She rose up on tiptoes and brought her pretty face forward, pressing her lips to his in an expression of all the pent up longing that she didn't have the eloquence to voice.
 
As he was getting ready to speak, she had made her move. He was taken back a bit by the initial kiss, but deemed it needed to kiss her back. In an instant, the Watcher got into the kiss and his tongue shoved it's way into her mouth, and explored the new terrain. As lust took over his body, he shoved her back and pressed her against one of the adjacent walls, pinning her there. His hands moving quickly as they got into their little make out session. He found the opportunity and took control, his hands grabbing her wrists and pressing them to the wall and his tongue dictating the pace of the moment.

For a girl who was significantly younger than he was, he was surprised at how much he had actually wanted her. Something about her and him made his spine tingle. It felt good to dominate his slayer. The one whom he had used time and time again to save the city, and even the world sometimes. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment. It was a good thing that the shop was closed today, a damn good thing at that. How awkward would it be to see these two doing what they were doing?
 
Buffy murmured nonsensically in her lust, and her body tingled as Giles didn't refuse her. He didn't deny her, no, he was kissing her back and taking the reigns. She allowed him to pin her hands up, she could have struggled out of his grasp had she wanted, but she didn't. She liked feeling his strength, and while hers, of course, was superior owing to her supernatural abilities, his still impressed her as far as normal human men went. It was intoxicating to feel him pressed to her young body, to feel his tongue invading her mouth.

She rolled her own tongue over his, flicking and prodding and tasting at him as she had wanted to do. She could barely believe she was making out so hotly with her Watcher, her mentor, the man that had nearly been a father figure to her. The forbidden nature of their coupling only excited her further, and she arched her back, moaning into his mouth.
 
Something had defineatly taken the man over. This was not a matter of simple lust, this was a matter of want. Of need. In truth, the man wanted more than just her tongue, he wanted her body. He wanted to feel her insides, to feel the very thing that he had been protecting from other boys, other men. He wondered what her friend, Willow would think of Buffy's actions. The man had found his hand on her thigh, leaving one of her hands free to work. Then, he moved them, pressing her up against a table, and even further, making her sit in a chair while he moved quickly.

With skillful hands, he worked at her jean's button. When the button was finally unclasped, he stepped back. "Your jeans/" He spoke softly. "Remove them" Even in lust, Giles was still taut. Speaking with his english accent and his quick, smooth statements. And to think. He once thought Buffy didn't need him. . .
 
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