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Title: "Human"
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Pairing: Giles/Anya
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters relating to BTVS. They belong to Joss, WB and any of their associates.
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- Anya/Giles
- NC17, Anya attempting to repair an article of Giles' clothing that was accidentally damaged in the shop.
Anya glanced towards the tattered sweater that half hung off Giles into her hands, "Can't you ever go through an apocalypse without getting clothing ruined?"
She asked the question rhetorically as she pondered how to go about fixing the gray mass of cotton material on Giles. After Willow had gone about her Wiccapalooza everything in the Magic Box was in shreds, including clothing.
She sighed aloud and glanced longingly towards the empty magick books. Using magic - A Sew It Up Spell - would do them no good for repair. Without words, mending clothing was completely out of the question. Anya even doubted that they had any ingredients, let alone any spells.
A thought came to mind - "I think we have superglue!" Anya stated positively, looking towards the ex-watcher for approval.
Giles, still sore from being beaten around like a hacky sack, managed to raise an eyebrow and half smile towards the girl.
"I'll do fine without the repair, Anya." he told her, still smiling.
For a moment she smiled. Bright and happily. Seconds, her smile lasted before it faded away. She paused.
"So... Xander saved the world... did he?"
Giles nodded, his jaw aching at the position, "He did. Quite heroically, in fact."
Anya glanced up quickly, "Sure... Sure - He can go about saving the world on a whim, but when it comes to battling the forces of wedding decoupage he runs and hides in the utmost terror."
Removing the half torn piece of sweater she held in her hands, his fingers grazed hers, "I'd heard about what took place, Anya." He informed her gently, "I doubt that offering my condolences would ease any of the hurt you must be feeling."
"So you're not going to?" she asked, surprised.
"Would there be any point to telling you things that couldn't possibly comfort you?" Giles inquired.
"No... I suppose not." Anya said thoughtfully, "It's a human thing though... It's what humans do in times like these, right?"
"You're not quite human, Anya."
"No, I'm not." She agreed, "You heard about that too..."
Giles nodded, "You chose to go back to the vengeance fold."
"D'Hoffryn says it's going to be a big year for vengeance." she replied adamantly.
A beat before he responses. Just a pause.
"Does it make you happy?"
"What?" she asks, thrown for other words.
He repeats, "Does it make you happy?"
Anya gazes up into his eyes for a moment, wondering if the years of humanity shows through her own. She wonders if perhaps Giles will finally see that she can be human. She also wonders why she wants him to see this.
"Why would you ask a question like that?" Flabbergasted, her voice sounds.
"It's simple. Do you enjoy what you do, Anya?"
Nope. No sign from the ex-watcher that he possibly understands just how human she is. Damnit.
He continues, "You can't wreak vengeance upon the one person you might want to. Why else would you be doing it?"
There it is; that spark. He knows. Her breath catches like a fly in a web in her throat.
"I thought I might be able to at first." she admits without grievance.
He listens as a blonde hair falls into her face.
"... I'd make his blood boil... or... castrate him..." Her lips are too sweet to be saying such things, "Make his head explode, or..." she trails off.
Muscles ache as he reaches out to brush the soft hair from her eyes. Her body stiffens suddenly at the touch of his fingers against her cheek.
"Or what?" he asks, stairing intensely at her.
"Make him feel exactly how I felt..." Anya whispers, her words hitting hard and her body crushed by the weight she bares.
His thumb grazes her cheek and her eyes sharply try to follow his movements. Dear Lord, what in heaven's name is he doing?
"I suppose this would be the time that I find consolation in your body." she says quietly.
Giles separates his hand from her cheek looking at it as if it's burned by the mere touch of her skin. What was he doing?
She stops him, bringing his hand back towards her cheek.
"Don't worry..." she says, "Fornication is fine with me. I think I'd enjoy to do that. You have a nice body." her hands rush, along with her words, down his chest and stomach, blood immediately draining from his brain towards the other head of his body.
"N-now, Anya..." he starts, unsure where to continue or even if he wants to.
She puts one of her pretty, perfectly manicured fingers onto his lips to quiet him. She smells of lemons and it makes him dizzy and unable to think.
"The last time I attempted solace I was half drunk with the Jack Daniels you left here. Don't argue." she states decidedly before replacing her fingers with her lips.
She tastes like lemons too. Sweet and bitter, all at the same time.
A stifled moan comes from his lips as her tongue slips into his mouth, massaging his own thicker almost awkward tongue. She smiles now, and this smile doesn't fade.
"That's better." she reins triumphantly, grinning like a small child on Christmas morning.
His lips quickly press hard against hers, forcefully this time. He knows what he's doing. She's not the only one with experience. Tonsil Hockey, Xander had once called it. His hands, rushed, slip under that shirt and bra of hers, and run his thumb over her already hard nipples.
Another moan escapes, this time from her mouth. She tugs her shirt off and flings it elsewhere as his other hand supports her back and they break for a breath. Her lips and skin are swollen, her body aroused.
Suddenly his shirt doesn't need anymore mending.
She rips it in half and tears it down his arms.
Their lips meet again quickly, her tongue slipping out to run along his lower lip. He shivers, his cock pressing hard against its pants zipper.
"Anya..." he groans, yearning for her.
It's not her real name. He knows that, but right now it'll do. Until he knows, it'll do.
She cups him in her hand before she begins to strip him of any other clothing in the way of them copulating. The same smile wears on her face as he buckles. Swiftly, he kisses the almost annoying smile off her lips and begins to slide her pants and underwear off, his hands brushing along her thighs.
She says two words which make him wonder if spontaneous orgasm is possible.
"Fuck me."
He mounts her without hesitation and they fuck.
Slowly. Quickly. Needily.
He stretches her and she can feel him - thick, throbbing, veins filled with blood - She can feel him rubbing against her walls. Her breath hitches as he moves against that spot. The one that, never fail, makes her tremble and pant.
She feels light-headed as he pulls out and thrusts in again. His thumb meets in between them, skillfully between her thighs, brushing over that bundle of nerves. A cry emits from her mouth before she can curb it and her muscles tighten and squeeze him inside of her.
Anya arrives - her body aching and releasing like she's free falling off a waterfall. Giles quickly follows as she pulls him into the blissful abyss with her.
She's only human, he realizes.
Feedback: Gimmee!
Pairing: Giles/Anya
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters relating to BTVS. They belong to Joss, WB and any of their associates.
A/N: It's done! It's done! This is for
willshenillshe who requested - Anya/Giles
- NC17, Anya attempting to repair an article of Giles' clothing that was accidentally damaged in the shop.
Anya glanced towards the tattered sweater that half hung off Giles into her hands, "Can't you ever go through an apocalypse without getting clothing ruined?"
She asked the question rhetorically as she pondered how to go about fixing the gray mass of cotton material on Giles. After Willow had gone about her Wiccapalooza everything in the Magic Box was in shreds, including clothing.
She sighed aloud and glanced longingly towards the empty magick books. Using magic - A Sew It Up Spell - would do them no good for repair. Without words, mending clothing was completely out of the question. Anya even doubted that they had any ingredients, let alone any spells.
A thought came to mind - "I think we have superglue!" Anya stated positively, looking towards the ex-watcher for approval.
Giles, still sore from being beaten around like a hacky sack, managed to raise an eyebrow and half smile towards the girl.
"I'll do fine without the repair, Anya." he told her, still smiling.
For a moment she smiled. Bright and happily. Seconds, her smile lasted before it faded away. She paused.
"So... Xander saved the world... did he?"
Giles nodded, his jaw aching at the position, "He did. Quite heroically, in fact."
Anya glanced up quickly, "Sure... Sure - He can go about saving the world on a whim, but when it comes to battling the forces of wedding decoupage he runs and hides in the utmost terror."
Removing the half torn piece of sweater she held in her hands, his fingers grazed hers, "I'd heard about what took place, Anya." He informed her gently, "I doubt that offering my condolences would ease any of the hurt you must be feeling."
"So you're not going to?" she asked, surprised.
"Would there be any point to telling you things that couldn't possibly comfort you?" Giles inquired.
"No... I suppose not." Anya said thoughtfully, "It's a human thing though... It's what humans do in times like these, right?"
"You're not quite human, Anya."
"No, I'm not." She agreed, "You heard about that too..."
Giles nodded, "You chose to go back to the vengeance fold."
"D'Hoffryn says it's going to be a big year for vengeance." she replied adamantly.
A beat before he responses. Just a pause.
"Does it make you happy?"
"What?" she asks, thrown for other words.
He repeats, "Does it make you happy?"
Anya gazes up into his eyes for a moment, wondering if the years of humanity shows through her own. She wonders if perhaps Giles will finally see that she can be human. She also wonders why she wants him to see this.
"Why would you ask a question like that?" Flabbergasted, her voice sounds.
"It's simple. Do you enjoy what you do, Anya?"
Nope. No sign from the ex-watcher that he possibly understands just how human she is. Damnit.
He continues, "You can't wreak vengeance upon the one person you might want to. Why else would you be doing it?"
There it is; that spark. He knows. Her breath catches like a fly in a web in her throat.
"I thought I might be able to at first." she admits without grievance.
He listens as a blonde hair falls into her face.
"... I'd make his blood boil... or... castrate him..." Her lips are too sweet to be saying such things, "Make his head explode, or..." she trails off.
Muscles ache as he reaches out to brush the soft hair from her eyes. Her body stiffens suddenly at the touch of his fingers against her cheek.
"Or what?" he asks, stairing intensely at her.
"Make him feel exactly how I felt..." Anya whispers, her words hitting hard and her body crushed by the weight she bares.
His thumb grazes her cheek and her eyes sharply try to follow his movements. Dear Lord, what in heaven's name is he doing?
"I suppose this would be the time that I find consolation in your body." she says quietly.
Giles separates his hand from her cheek looking at it as if it's burned by the mere touch of her skin. What was he doing?
She stops him, bringing his hand back towards her cheek.
"Don't worry..." she says, "Fornication is fine with me. I think I'd enjoy to do that. You have a nice body." her hands rush, along with her words, down his chest and stomach, blood immediately draining from his brain towards the other head of his body.
"N-now, Anya..." he starts, unsure where to continue or even if he wants to.
She puts one of her pretty, perfectly manicured fingers onto his lips to quiet him. She smells of lemons and it makes him dizzy and unable to think.
"The last time I attempted solace I was half drunk with the Jack Daniels you left here. Don't argue." she states decidedly before replacing her fingers with her lips.
She tastes like lemons too. Sweet and bitter, all at the same time.
A stifled moan comes from his lips as her tongue slips into his mouth, massaging his own thicker almost awkward tongue. She smiles now, and this smile doesn't fade.
"That's better." she reins triumphantly, grinning like a small child on Christmas morning.
His lips quickly press hard against hers, forcefully this time. He knows what he's doing. She's not the only one with experience. Tonsil Hockey, Xander had once called it. His hands, rushed, slip under that shirt and bra of hers, and run his thumb over her already hard nipples.
Another moan escapes, this time from her mouth. She tugs her shirt off and flings it elsewhere as his other hand supports her back and they break for a breath. Her lips and skin are swollen, her body aroused.
Suddenly his shirt doesn't need anymore mending.
She rips it in half and tears it down his arms.
Their lips meet again quickly, her tongue slipping out to run along his lower lip. He shivers, his cock pressing hard against its pants zipper.
"Anya..." he groans, yearning for her.
It's not her real name. He knows that, but right now it'll do. Until he knows, it'll do.
She cups him in her hand before she begins to strip him of any other clothing in the way of them copulating. The same smile wears on her face as he buckles. Swiftly, he kisses the almost annoying smile off her lips and begins to slide her pants and underwear off, his hands brushing along her thighs.
She says two words which make him wonder if spontaneous orgasm is possible.
"Fuck me."
He mounts her without hesitation and they fuck.
Slowly. Quickly. Needily.
He stretches her and she can feel him - thick, throbbing, veins filled with blood - She can feel him rubbing against her walls. Her breath hitches as he moves against that spot. The one that, never fail, makes her tremble and pant.
She feels light-headed as he pulls out and thrusts in again. His thumb meets in between them, skillfully between her thighs, brushing over that bundle of nerves. A cry emits from her mouth before she can curb it and her muscles tighten and squeeze him inside of her.
Anya arrives - her body aching and releasing like she's free falling off a waterfall. Giles quickly follows as she pulls him into the blissful abyss with her.
She's only human, he realizes.
