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"Faith, would you drop the issue, please? I'm not interested, thank you very much," Giles said sarcastically as he burst out through Sunnydale High's door with a pile of books in his arms.
It was already late night when he crossed the school's car park hurriedly aiming for his car. Faith was on his tail.
"You're a shit Watcher, y'know?"
He simply rolled his eyes, ignoring her as he opened the door to the back seat of his car with some difficulty. However, before he could place the pile of books inside, Faith reached for the top one in a swift movement.
He placed the remaining books on the seat, patiently closed the door, and turned to face her. Faith held the book out, teasingly, and just as he reached for it, she yanked it back, hiding it behind her back with a mischievous grin.
"I'm only asking for a massage. I'm kinda beat up," she whined, taking a step closer to him.
"I'm not your Watcher," Giles said dryly. He tried to sound indifferent towards her advances but at the same time his body betrayed him as he backed away from her defensively.
She obviously didn't miss that sign. "I know, but I've been kicking vamp ass all night long. I think I deserve a little... cookie."
"Faith, don't make this situation even more uncomfortable. "
"Geez, relax... we don't want anyone feeling uncomfortable here, do we?" She stepped closer with a suggestive grin, "To be honest, I'm kinda going for really cozy", she purred, reaching for his belt buckle.
Giles widened his eyes, astonished by her bold actions. He brushed her hand away firmly this time, "You are merely a child, for Christ's sake."
He put his hands on either side of her waist, gently pushing her away. She securely tucked the book she’d been holding into the back edge of her tight, dark jeans. Then, placing her hands over his, she held them firmly in place, intensifying their grip on her curves. She guided his fingers, sliding them up along her flanks before letting them glide back down, tracing the contours of her hips, almost reaching her thighs.
"I doubt this feels like a little gal's body to you," she challenged with a tentalising sway of her hips.
He swallowed, mentally agreeing with her, having felt beneath his palm all the curves and warmth of a very desirable woman.
She gazed down on him and saw the bulge in his pants, stepping closer, her body flushed against his. "I guess someone here agrees with me," she smirked, bringing their joined hands to her buttocks while she started to rub her body against his.
"Faith! I'm not in for your games." Withdrawing his hands from hers, he reached higher and deftly extracted the book from the back of her jeans.
"Now, excuse me," he pulled away from her and walked around the car to the driver's door, taking his book with him.
She opened the door to the back seat and removed another book from the neat pile he had placed before. She laughed wickedly, waving the book at him.
He tossed the book into the car through the driver's door, his British patience wearing thin; Giles was never known to handle a book so recklessly.
"Bloody hell, Faith, give me back that diary. I need it," Giles demanded harshly.
She grinned at him, "Come and get it."
He moved towards her, but she swiftly darted around the car to the side he had just left. There, she erupted into mischievous and uncontrollable laughter, tossing her head back in amusement.
Giles stood motionless, his glare towards her cutting through the air like a blade. The edges of his patience had frayed to their limit, a realisation that brought a smug, self-satisfied smirk to her lips.
She walked towards him at a deliberate slow pace, feeling the weight of his piercing gaze. He extended his palm, waiting for her to relinquish the book. She held it just within his reach, but as he grabbed for it, she quickly pulled it away. Yes, it was the same sodding immature joke again, but this time, he was no longer passive. His eyes darkened, and his patience shattered like glass under pressure.
He shifted quickly and grabbed each one of her wrists with his hands. He spun their bodies around and now her back found the cold metal frame of his Citroen.
"You shall not taunt me like this anymore, are we understood?" His teeth were clenched and his eyes were burning with fire.
"Or what?" She challenged, inching her knee up and running it sensuously along the inside of his thigh.
He let go of one of her wrists and placed his hand between the two of them, over her thigh. He intended to move it down and away from his body but he found himself nudging it to the outside of his leg and he stepped closer to her. He held her leg around him, as he pushed her body with his own up and against his car.
She gasped in surprise before forcing herself to relax and regain her composure.
"Is this the sort of massage to which you were referring?" he asked gruffly.
She nodded with an impish, lopsided smile.
"Let me know where it hurts," his hand traced down her neck to the sensitive skin of her heaving chest near the edge of her provocative, dark-red top "or if my hands go too hard." He rocked his pelvis forward slowly but firmly, making her back grind onto the car's side.
She gasped again despite herself, "Give me your best shot, G."
He trailed his hand down and encouraged her to entwine her other leg around him, forcing her to grip his shoulders for balance. In the process, she negligently dropped his book to the pavement.
He glanced down, one of his most valuable diaries, now sprawled with its pages crumpled beneath the heavy leather cover.
So far gone, Giles seemed to no longer care about it. However, infuriated, he grunted and pressed his lower body increasingly forceful against hers. Now, he had her positioned how he bloody wanted and she couldn't prevent herself from releasing a small whimper.
The sound was by far the most arousing one coming from her, despite all her previous attempts at forced seduction.
It certainly wasn't the most comfortable position for her. She had her legs spread open with him in between them and her rear shoved hard against the car's window.
He shed his jacket and loosened his tie considerably, then unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He turned his head from side to side, stretching his neck muscles as if finally able to breathe freely for the first time that day. Finally, he removed his spectacles, folding them neatly and placing them on top of the car.
His shamelessly explored her toned abs and up her flanks. With a rather fast movement, he tugged at the lower edge of her top and lifted it up all the way, removing it from her body. She wore a black lacy bra, and he smirked at the sight.
He lowered his head to her skin and inhaled deeply, absorbing the intriguing scent he found there.
He ran his hand up her arm and light fingers across her chest. His opposite hand travelling up her neck.
"So, how shall it be: hard and fast or deep and slow?" he enquired in a lustful tone.
"If I were in the mood to teach, I'd have picked a younger plaything," she bit back, already growing impatient with his slow tempo.
Giles grinned wickedly; Ripper was clearly in the game. "None of that. A bit late to change your mind, luv." His hand found her nape, under her loose brown curls and he continued, "I asked 'cause I aim to keep my customers satisfied, see?"
"Ain't got time for your small talk" she cut him off dryly. "You look hotter when you stutter, anyways. And save the pet-names for your Slayer."
Abruptly, he released his hold on her and Faith had to quickly find her feet to prevent herself from falling spectacularly to the ground.
He wasted no time, bending over her, he immidiately started to work on unfastening her belt buckle.
Faith grinned despite the initial shock and proceeded to untuck his shirt from his pants. She also shed his tie, tossing it to the pavement. She reached for the buttons of his shirt but he brushed her hands away before she could begin.
She noticed his reaction, unsettling her, but he seemed disinclined to dwell on it. He was already unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper down.
Faith also reached for his belt and unfastened it with frightening skilfulness.
However she wasn't as swift as he was. Already, his hand had found its destination after spreading the front of her jeans wide. He explored shamelessly inside her underwear and his fingers touched her skin, surveying the terrain. It felt delicious to him. It had being such a long time since he last felt such a young woman in his hands.
He wanted to talk, tell her how overwhelming she felt. He was a natural talker during sex, but apparently Faith wasn't up for it. Therefore, he decided to occupy his mouth with something else and he brought it down onto her neck. It was the first time his mouth found her skin and he released a muffled groan. It felt so fresh, everything about her body felt so perky and crisp.
His mouth nibbled and sucked at her skin while his hand caressed her clitoris slowly. Faith gasped and held firmly to the front of his shirt.
Giles found her ear and licked sensuously along the shell before biting her earlobe gently. He so desperately wanted to say dirty words into it but he held back with a growl. He didn't want to give her that satisfaction after she had basically told him to shut up. Her loss, anyway.
His finger found her core and he entered her without any warning. She moaned louder which made him smirk over her skin. She was dripping wet already, so easily ready.
She tangled one hand into his hair and the other gripped his upper arm. He took that as an encouragement and introduced a second finger into her. He started to pump them in and out while his thumb grazed her clit in the same rhythm. Her finger nails were digging into his arm through the thin cotton material while her breath shortened.
Through her fogged mind, Faith suddenly became aware they weren't alone in the parking lot. Giles' skilled actions made it difficult for her to focus, but what were a Slayer's senses for if not times like this?
She immidiately sensed they weren't vampires or any other threat. Squinting through the dim light, she finally made out a young couple watching them curiously, trying to stay hidden behind a car that had likely been there before she and Giles even started all this. Her eyes scanned the rest of the lot; only two cars remained, Giles' and theirs. The couple didn't look like Sunnydale High students. They seemed more like first-year college kids, nostalgically revisiting their old school's deserted and dark car park.
"Hey Watcher, guess we're being watched." She whispered sensuously.
He froze abruptly, but the sensation of what he was doing was just too good to take any kind of pause. She quickly reassured him, "Relax, it's not vamps or the scooby-gang. We just cranked up the heat on those college kids' make-out." She motioned to them with her eyes.
He followed her gaze and could actually see them despite the absence of his glasses. He mostly needed his spectacles for nervous polishing anyway.
Giles turned his attention back to her and totally surprised her with his next action. His mouth came down on hers and he kissed her lips for the first time. It was a hungry kiss, his tongue was firm and Faith matched his pace with the same desire.
However, what they shared was far from an ordinary lustful driven kiss. They both kept their eyes fully open. They challenged each other with their locked gaze; suddenly, closing their eyes was now a sign of defeat.
They kept that tense connection all along while he walked slowly, bringing them to stand at the front of his car.
After a moment, their kiss became gradually slower and sensuous, their faces swaying from one side to another. Only their opened eyes gave away the lack of love in the gesture.
He started to unbutton his own trousers and let escape a muffled groan of relief when he felt the strangled pressure over his hard throbbing member subside when he lowered the zipper.
He broke the kiss and gently turned her to face the front of the car, he positioned himself behind her and wrapped his arms protectively around her, running his hands with lust along her sides.
He cupped each one of her breasts in his hands and fondled them. He felt the peaks hardening under the fabric.
"They are still watching us," she remarked turning her face to him over her shoulder. Faith and Giles had the curiously watching couple right in front of them now.
"Mmm," he sounded his acknowledgement between nuzzling her neck.
"It bothers you, right? I mean, I'm a student, and you... the librarian." Faith said the last word with deliberate disdain.
"Do I look troubled to you?" he said leaning over and encouraging her to place her hands on the hood of the car in front of her.
She complied, though a little uncertain. He reached for the edge of her jeans and started on lowering them down her hips.
Faith felt a surge of adrenaline racing through her spine. It wasn't as if sex was any mystery to her. She'd had plenty of sexual experiences in her life, despite being so young. She knew she probably shouldn't be, but it was something that she was sickly proud of.
While having sex in public places wasn't any novelty to her either, she had never actually been caught. Now, she had to confess that this feeling was new and slightly frightening to her. They had an audience, watching their every single move and she was damn aware of that.
However, the lust and the exhilaration summed together overpowered, by far, the fear inside her. Not to mention that she couldn't- would never- back out now. So, he wanted to play? She was game!
Faith had been clever enough not to show Giles her hesitation. She wondered if he had noticed, whether he might have halted his actions. But no, he was probably too far gone for that.
He pulled her jeans down enough to give him free access to her. He gazed appreciatively at her bottom. "It appears my imagination played tricks on me. I'd have laid a wager you'd be wearing a thong."
"Sounds like you've given this a lot of thought."
"You haven't the faintest idea." he replied running both of his hands over her buttocks.
She glanced over her shoulder, smirking mischievously to him while she moved her pelvis slowly and suggestively.
He returned her smirk and hooked his fingers on each side of her panties, lowering that peace of cloth down her legs.
He proceeded to make short work of freeing himself from his own underwear.
Faith twisted her body to check out his... crown jewels.
"Wow!" she let it escape, "do they all come equipped like that in England?"
"Mm... Wait until I show you how it works."
He caressed his shaft, playing with the skin there, stroking it up and down.
"Now, we'd better focus on our audience. We don't want them to feel left out, do we?" he said, moving his other hand to caress her hips.
Faith returned her gaze to the front and noticed that the couple had moved their position. They had adjusted to capture a better angle of Giles' actions behind her.
The young couple looked fascinated by her and Giles' boldness. By now, they were obviously aware that they had been spotted while crouched and hidden behind their car. They were standing now and Faith could see the brown haired young man unconsciously running his hand along the bulge in his jeans. He reminded her strangely of Xander for some reason. However, the girl with him had nothing of Cordelia's look. She reminded her more of Willow. She didn't have red hair or Willow's features but she had an innocent look about her, mixed with curiosity to what was being displayed right to her eyes that night.
Giles caressed Faith's back with warm hands and adjusted her body, guiding it lower down. He ran his hand on the inside of her thighs, urging her to spread them apart.
Giles, ever the exhibitionist, had always revelled in a good public display. But the time for calling him Giles had passed—now, Ripper, his wilder alter-ego, would be more appropriate. Ripper thrived on the thrill of an audience. He had a history full of daring escapades, each more audacious than the last. He could boast of hosting tantalising orgies that would make even the boldest blush.
However, something about the couple in front of him struck Ripper. It might have been the same curiosity and innocence that Faith had observed in both of them, giving him an unfamiliar thrill. It wasn't as if the couple was entirely innocent—far from it. They knew well what they were about to witness and had, in fact, come to this deserted, dark car park to do exactly the same thing. Maybe not as polished or dirty as Ripper and Faith planned, but they knew the deed.
Giles noticed the unmistakable glint of desire in the girl's eyes, having the gaze fixed on his exposed manhood. Her hands clenched desperately tight, and she bit her lower lip so sharply that Giles assumed she would draw blood if she kept it up. It was clear she lusted after him, and he knew it.
Giles glanced at the young man, who was incessantly rubbing the front of his jeans. His desire for Faith was glaringly obvious. He clearly wished to be the one in Giles' position, about to shag her right now. "Bastard," Ripper grumbled quietly.
Faith caught Giles' subtle reaction with curiosity. 'This is going to be freaking wicked,' she thought.
Giles placed his mouth near her ear, "Let's put on a show, shall we?"
"I'm your girl!" she managed to voice, feeling his probing fingers caressing her backside in such way she never imagined Giles would be capable of.
Giles straightened his body, positioning himself better behind her. With his hand, he guided his arousal to her. Before entering her, he ran it along her folds, coating its head with her sleek moisture. Reaching further, he teased her clit with it for a moment.
Satisfied, he positioned himself at her entrance and he finally impaled her with a hard and fast shove. Faith's body violently jerked forward and his hands shot to her hips, helping her balance.
Aware of the two pairs of eyes trained on them, they noticed the couple's startled reaction when Giles made his sudden, aggressive move and Faith had responded with a loud cry.
Giles paused, giving her some time, but it didn't take long before she rocked her pelvis bringing him the last bit in. Giles groaned instinctively louder than he would have if they were alone in his bedroom, causing the young woman across from them to clutch the thin fabric of her dress with an iron grip.
"She wants you to fuck her brains out, y'know?" Faith remarked the obvious with an amused smirk.
"Tell her I'm busy," he replied starting his pistoning movements inside her, adopting a slow pace as he ran his hands gently down the length of her back. He bent over her and placed one hand on the car for balance, then proceeded to caress her front, his hand finding her breasts covered by her sensual bra.
To spare her discomfort, he chose to leave that piece of clothing intact, ensuring they wouldn't expose that part of her body to their spectators. And truthfully, Faith felt more confident that way.
However, he wanted to touch her, feel her sensitized skin under his palms. He carefully forced the material up with his hand and cupped her breast under it. He released a long delicious moan at the feeling of her bare skin. Tweaking her nipple between his fingers, he rolled it until it became rock hard and every gentle touch elicited a moan from her.
He repeated on her other breast but this time he proceeded to touch her with more vigour and noticed how she responded well to it. He pinched her nipple harder, and she moaned louder. She arched her body into his touch, pleading for more.
Apparently she liked it more... firmly, Giles concluded. But he was only going to do as it pleased him, rough or soft, he was the one to decide that.
Giles lifted his head to peer at their audience.
"Who do you reckon is having more fun: them watching us or us watching them?" he chuckled softly, his teeth grazing her shoulder with a playful bite.
"Hmm... The boy is about to pop," she laughed delightedly.
Giles removed his hand from her breast, making sure to adjust her bra over it.
He ran his hand down her toned abs and inched for her clit. When he touched her with his expert fingers once more, combined with the steady and aggressive thrust of his hips, only fractions of minutes passed by until she was coming fiercely with a sequence of incredibly arousing moans and pants. Giles embraced her, preventing her from falling onto the cold metal as she shamelessly rode her orgasm. He held her tight to him briefly and he couldn't help but wonder how responsive she was to his touch. Everything about her was intense to the extreme. That was Faith, he mustn't be surprised. He concluded his thoughts, amazed.
He kissed the top of her head tenderly. "Your lad's on the verge of blowing his lid off," he joked, nuzzling her hair near her ear playfully.
Nestled in Giles' arms, Faith looked up and saw as the boy gripped painfully tight onto the front of his jeans. His face was an uncensored picture of lust and desperation.
Faith's attention was drawn to the College girl that had her swollen lower lip again under the pressure of her teeth. "What a pair," she laughed weakly, her breath uneven due to her climax.
"Come on, let's lend them a hand," Giles said rather unexpectedly.
"What?" she chocked out, turning slightly to look at him with a startled face. He slowly removed himself from her, tucking his still painfully hardness into his underwear and zipping his pants up.
"Still claiming you're not in the mood for teaching, are we?" he quipped, giving her a roguish wink, as he began helping her dress.
She looked at him as if a horn had grown out of his forehead. Actually, given their Hellmouth backdrop, a horn might've seemed less bizarre than the devilish grin now etched across his face.
"Fuck, and I thought I was the badass in here," she muttered.
(Continued in part 2)