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A Twist in My Story: Chapter 9
Title: A Twist in My Story
Author: the_huffster
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Rating: NC-17 (it could be just a really heavy R, but this rating works fine)
Timeline: AU
Synopsis: After giving up his life as Ripper, Giles seizes the chance to live a normal life and doesn't return to the Council. But years later when he meets first grade teacher Buffy Summers, he wonders if it's possible to really escape Destiny.
Author's Note: I decided to mess around with the years and make Giles younger just so it will fit with how I have this fic planned out. So please bear with me on the messing with years/ages.
Author's Note 2: Okay, so this is my first attempt at writing a sex scene. So if it sucks, you can tell me- just keep in mind that I've never written anything like this before.
“How did you get them?” Buffy asked as she looked over at him, her eyes not leaving his bare chest.
“Get what?” he asked, turning to look at her.
“Your scars. How did you get them?” she moved until she next to him while her hand went to a circle shaped scar on the right side of his abdomen. “Like this one,”
“I was in Greece, running from the police.” He chuckled at the curiosity shining in her hazel eyes. “When I was travelling after university, I was still transitioning out of my rebel phase. I had ran into a construction site to lose them. It worked. Unfortunately, I didn’t see the metal pole until it was in me. Luckily, a worker heard me and got me to the hospital in time.”
“Jesus,” Buffy muttered, her hand moving to a thin scar on his shoulder. “And this one?”
“A bar fight, along with these.” He pointed to a scar on his left hip that disappeared under the waistband of his pajamas, one in the middle of his chest and one above his right eyebrow.
“This one?” her finger was tracing a pink jagged scar that ran along his collarbone.
“It’s…complicated.” Was all he said, his green eyes focused on her as she looked over his scars before motioning for him to turn around.
“What about this one?” he felt her fingers run over his left shoulder blade. “The one that looks like a chainsaw got you.”
“Complicated.” He answered, sighing when a finger traced the scar running from his right shoulder blade to the middle of his back. “As is that one.”
“How about this one? Is that a complicated story?” she asked as a finger ran along a scar that wrapped around his right side.
“The first time was from when a nail catching me just right as me and some of my mates were running from a rival…gang, I guess is the best thing to say.” He said, lightly shivering as she continued to trace the scar. “The second time was from being mugged when I was in Russia while travelling. The third time was complicated.”
“Makes sense why this one looks worse than most of the others,” she muttered.
He settled back into the couch as she stood in front of him, looking for any that she might have missed. There were a few minutes of silence before she gestured to the area on the left side of his torso.
“I was burned. I was trying to impress someone,” she giggled when she noticed the red tint his neck, cheeks and tip of his ears had turned.
“What about these two?” she asked as she sat on his lap, her fingers tracing an area on his neck and the crook of his neck.
“Snake bites.” He answered quickly, giving her a sheepish smile. “I fell and was attacked twice by the same snake. But what about you? You have something similar on your neck,”
“I got bit by an angry puppy. It left a weird scar, I know.” She replied, giving him a smile. “I know these aren’t snake bites,”
His eyes went to the track marks on his right arm. Silence fell over them as Buffy gently traced the marks, a small frown on her face when she noticed the regret in his eyes. Quickly looking for a change of subject, her eyes fell on that tattoo above his left elbow.
“That’s where that came from,” she smiled at the confused look on his face. “I’ve seen Nathan doodle that on his paper when he thinks. Did not know it was your tattoo,”
“It was a stupid thing I did when I was twenty-two,” he explained, watching as her finger traced the symbol. “This is what happens when you do drugs and drink. The people I ran with have matching ones. To be honest, I’m surprised none of us got an infection or anything.”
“Why?” she snuggled against him as his right arm wrapped around her waist.
“We gave each other our tattoos.” He shrugged, wincing when she turned his left hand over and saw the various scars on his wrist. “I um…I wasn’t exactly the most…stable person after I rebelled.”
The blonde didn’t say a word, just looked at the pale lines running across his wrist, one running parallel the veins on his right wrist. There were tears in her eyes when she looked up at him, her question very clear.
“When I came back, I was in such a deep depression and buried in guilt…I hated myself. I hated what I had put my family through, I hated what I had done and, most of all, I hated the fact that I was the one who had to kill Randall. All that combined with the fact that I was already damaged mentally, it became too much.”
“So you slit your wrists?” she whispered as her gaze drifted back to his wrists.
“Yes,” he answered, holding her closer. “I tried to drown myself in our swimming pool, and tried to jump off the roof but I ended up just breaking my leg and a few ribs. When it was clear that physical damage wasn’t going to do the trick, I tried to starve myself. That ended within a month, after my parents noticed how much weight I had lost,”
“What ended your suicide attempts?”
“My mum. She did what every mother does best, and told me what I already knew- that none of it was my fault. And after she had me tell her exactly what I had been through, she talked to me and made me believe that I didn’t deserve what I was doing to myself.” He whispered as he fidgeted slightly, trying to work past the uncomfortable feeling that was creeping up on him from the conversation.
“You okay?” Buffy asked.
“Yes, it’s just…um, talking about that part of my life…well, it’s not something I do often.” He explained, leaning back into the couch while he forced himself to relax. “Any time this gets brought up, I just can’t help but think about what I would say if either Nathan or Addison saw those scars.”
Without saying a word, Buffy brought one of his wrists to her lips and placed a soft kiss on the thin scar. She repeated the action on his other wrist, finding the slightly confused expression on his face to be adorable.
“What are you doing, Buffy?” he whispered, closing his eyes as she pressed a kiss to the scar on his shoulder.
“You have two kids, Rupert. I know you know that you’re suppose to kiss the owies to make them better,” she giggled when he rolled his eyes before giving her a mock glare.
“That’s only relevant if it hasn’t scarred,” he sighed as she trailed kisses along the scar on his collarbone. “I can’t believe we actually discussed that.”
“Better late than never, right?” she whispered before continuing her task.
The blonde leaned over him to kiss the scar left from his impalement, quickly kissing what she could see of the scar above the waistband of his pajama pants. Rupert let out a small groan when she moved to straddle him, kissing the scar on the crook of his neck. By the time she had reached the scar on his neck, he had maneuvered them to where she was stretched out on the couch with him on top of her. He covered her mouth with his own, losing all awareness of where they were as the kiss intensified. It was only the increase in volume from the television that brought him back to reality.
“We should…um, continue this…somewhere else.” He panted, pulling back enough to look at her.
“Did you have anywhere specific in mind?” she whispered, giggling at the small growl that left his throat when she moved her hips against his.
He just glared at her before getting to his feet, pulling her up from the couch. Rupert let out another soft groan when Buffy jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist; a wicked smirk coming to her face, which caused him to raise an eyebrow in slight worry.
“What are…” he cut himself off when Buffy began moving against him, enjoyment written all over her face. “Buffy, you need to stop that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rupert.” The blonde gave him a little teasing smile.
He gave her warning look before he made his way to the stairs and up them. Buffy began moving against him again and giggled when Rupert had to catch himself on the banister when he nearly fell over. Without thinking, he spun around until he had her pressed against the wall and rocked his hips against hers.
“What happened to going to your bed?” she let out a breathless laugh when he kissed his way down her throat.
“Too far.” He growled against her neck as he set her down enough to get the sweat pants off of her, pausing in pulling his pants down when a thought hit him. “But it’s where the condoms are,”
The blonde giggled at the slightly irritated look in his darkened eyes.
“I could always just wait for you right here,” she smiled as she struck a small pose against the wall. “I’m sure you would make the trip to your room quick.”
Rupert stared at her for a moment as he thought over the situation, quickly coming a decision when the teacher flicked her eyes up the stairs. Giving a short nod, he ran the rest of the way up the stairs and to his bedroom. He quickly opened the night stand drawer and grabbed a foil packet before making his way back to Buffy.
“That was quick,” she laughed as she pulled Rupert closer to her, placing a kiss on his chest.
“”You won’t be saying that soon,” he smirked, holding her closer to him when she moved against him.
“Cocky much?” Buffy pulled away from him and eased his pants down enough to free his straining erection.
“You have no idea, love.” He growled, quickly rolling the condom on before picking her back up.
They both let out groans as he entered her, Rupert pausing for a moment to allow her to adjust to him inside her. When his name left her lips, he began moving his hips in a steady rhythm. His mouth latched on to her neck as she ran her nails across his shoulder blades, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Oh, God…” Buffy moaned as Rupert picked up the pace, adjusting his grip on her hips. “Yes!”
He gently bit her neck when her nails dug into his flesh, causing him to groan against her skin. Rupert kept up his current pace, smiling against her neck at the sounds he was coaxing from his girlfriend. Buffy smiled at him when she dragged his head up, claiming his lips with hers. The pace picked up again when she opened his mouth to his tongue.
“Jesus, Buffy.” He gasped as he tore his mouth away from hers, groaning when he felt her inner walls start to flutter around his thrusting cock.
“Fuck…” she moaned when he slightly changed the angle of his hips, causing her to throw her head back against the wall.
“That’s it, Buffy.” He whispered as he began kissing her throat again, growling softly when she took his earlobe into her mouth.
He could tell she was close when her moans rose in volume and she raked her nails down his back, her hips moving to meet his thrusts. Within a few more minutes, Buffy was screaming his name as she reached her orgasm. The sound of his name leaving her lips and the feel of her inner walls convulsing around his cock proved to be too much for him, her name leaving him as he came.
Rupert moved his the lower half of his body until his softening cock slipped from her, his left hand quickly removing the used condom. Buffy unhooked her legs and carefully slid down his body until she was standing on the stairs, laughing at the fact that they hadn’t fallen down at any point. He chuckled as he pulled his pants back up, bending to pick up the sweat pants she had been wearing.
“That isn’t exactly how I planned it,” he gave her a shy smile, an apologetic look in his green eyes.
“I’m not complaining, Rupert.” She assured him, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. “But, if you’re feeling bad about taking me against the wall…why don’t you show me how you did plan this.”
They shared a smile before making their way up the rest of the stairs, Rupert tossing the condom into the trashcan in his bedroom. As Buffy pushed him on to his bed, he made a mental note to make sure to take out the trash before Chris brought his children back home that evening.
Author: the_huffster
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Rating: NC-17 (it could be just a really heavy R, but this rating works fine)
Timeline: AU
Synopsis: After giving up his life as Ripper, Giles seizes the chance to live a normal life and doesn't return to the Council. But years later when he meets first grade teacher Buffy Summers, he wonders if it's possible to really escape Destiny.
Author's Note: I decided to mess around with the years and make Giles younger just so it will fit with how I have this fic planned out. So please bear with me on the messing with years/ages.
Author's Note 2: Okay, so this is my first attempt at writing a sex scene. So if it sucks, you can tell me- just keep in mind that I've never written anything like this before.
“How did you get them?” Buffy asked as she looked over at him, her eyes not leaving his bare chest.
“Get what?” he asked, turning to look at her.
“Your scars. How did you get them?” she moved until she next to him while her hand went to a circle shaped scar on the right side of his abdomen. “Like this one,”
“I was in Greece, running from the police.” He chuckled at the curiosity shining in her hazel eyes. “When I was travelling after university, I was still transitioning out of my rebel phase. I had ran into a construction site to lose them. It worked. Unfortunately, I didn’t see the metal pole until it was in me. Luckily, a worker heard me and got me to the hospital in time.”
“Jesus,” Buffy muttered, her hand moving to a thin scar on his shoulder. “And this one?”
“A bar fight, along with these.” He pointed to a scar on his left hip that disappeared under the waistband of his pajamas, one in the middle of his chest and one above his right eyebrow.
“This one?” her finger was tracing a pink jagged scar that ran along his collarbone.
“It’s…complicated.” Was all he said, his green eyes focused on her as she looked over his scars before motioning for him to turn around.
“What about this one?” he felt her fingers run over his left shoulder blade. “The one that looks like a chainsaw got you.”
“Complicated.” He answered, sighing when a finger traced the scar running from his right shoulder blade to the middle of his back. “As is that one.”
“How about this one? Is that a complicated story?” she asked as a finger ran along a scar that wrapped around his right side.
“The first time was from when a nail catching me just right as me and some of my mates were running from a rival…gang, I guess is the best thing to say.” He said, lightly shivering as she continued to trace the scar. “The second time was from being mugged when I was in Russia while travelling. The third time was complicated.”
“Makes sense why this one looks worse than most of the others,” she muttered.
He settled back into the couch as she stood in front of him, looking for any that she might have missed. There were a few minutes of silence before she gestured to the area on the left side of his torso.
“I was burned. I was trying to impress someone,” she giggled when she noticed the red tint his neck, cheeks and tip of his ears had turned.
“What about these two?” she asked as she sat on his lap, her fingers tracing an area on his neck and the crook of his neck.
“Snake bites.” He answered quickly, giving her a sheepish smile. “I fell and was attacked twice by the same snake. But what about you? You have something similar on your neck,”
“I got bit by an angry puppy. It left a weird scar, I know.” She replied, giving him a smile. “I know these aren’t snake bites,”
His eyes went to the track marks on his right arm. Silence fell over them as Buffy gently traced the marks, a small frown on her face when she noticed the regret in his eyes. Quickly looking for a change of subject, her eyes fell on that tattoo above his left elbow.
“That’s where that came from,” she smiled at the confused look on his face. “I’ve seen Nathan doodle that on his paper when he thinks. Did not know it was your tattoo,”
“It was a stupid thing I did when I was twenty-two,” he explained, watching as her finger traced the symbol. “This is what happens when you do drugs and drink. The people I ran with have matching ones. To be honest, I’m surprised none of us got an infection or anything.”
“Why?” she snuggled against him as his right arm wrapped around her waist.
“We gave each other our tattoos.” He shrugged, wincing when she turned his left hand over and saw the various scars on his wrist. “I um…I wasn’t exactly the most…stable person after I rebelled.”
The blonde didn’t say a word, just looked at the pale lines running across his wrist, one running parallel the veins on his right wrist. There were tears in her eyes when she looked up at him, her question very clear.
“When I came back, I was in such a deep depression and buried in guilt…I hated myself. I hated what I had put my family through, I hated what I had done and, most of all, I hated the fact that I was the one who had to kill Randall. All that combined with the fact that I was already damaged mentally, it became too much.”
“So you slit your wrists?” she whispered as her gaze drifted back to his wrists.
“Yes,” he answered, holding her closer. “I tried to drown myself in our swimming pool, and tried to jump off the roof but I ended up just breaking my leg and a few ribs. When it was clear that physical damage wasn’t going to do the trick, I tried to starve myself. That ended within a month, after my parents noticed how much weight I had lost,”
“What ended your suicide attempts?”
“My mum. She did what every mother does best, and told me what I already knew- that none of it was my fault. And after she had me tell her exactly what I had been through, she talked to me and made me believe that I didn’t deserve what I was doing to myself.” He whispered as he fidgeted slightly, trying to work past the uncomfortable feeling that was creeping up on him from the conversation.
“You okay?” Buffy asked.
“Yes, it’s just…um, talking about that part of my life…well, it’s not something I do often.” He explained, leaning back into the couch while he forced himself to relax. “Any time this gets brought up, I just can’t help but think about what I would say if either Nathan or Addison saw those scars.”
Without saying a word, Buffy brought one of his wrists to her lips and placed a soft kiss on the thin scar. She repeated the action on his other wrist, finding the slightly confused expression on his face to be adorable.
“What are you doing, Buffy?” he whispered, closing his eyes as she pressed a kiss to the scar on his shoulder.
“You have two kids, Rupert. I know you know that you’re suppose to kiss the owies to make them better,” she giggled when he rolled his eyes before giving her a mock glare.
“That’s only relevant if it hasn’t scarred,” he sighed as she trailed kisses along the scar on his collarbone. “I can’t believe we actually discussed that.”
“Better late than never, right?” she whispered before continuing her task.
The blonde leaned over him to kiss the scar left from his impalement, quickly kissing what she could see of the scar above the waistband of his pajama pants. Rupert let out a small groan when she moved to straddle him, kissing the scar on the crook of his neck. By the time she had reached the scar on his neck, he had maneuvered them to where she was stretched out on the couch with him on top of her. He covered her mouth with his own, losing all awareness of where they were as the kiss intensified. It was only the increase in volume from the television that brought him back to reality.
“We should…um, continue this…somewhere else.” He panted, pulling back enough to look at her.
“Did you have anywhere specific in mind?” she whispered, giggling at the small growl that left his throat when she moved her hips against his.
He just glared at her before getting to his feet, pulling her up from the couch. Rupert let out another soft groan when Buffy jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist; a wicked smirk coming to her face, which caused him to raise an eyebrow in slight worry.
“What are…” he cut himself off when Buffy began moving against him, enjoyment written all over her face. “Buffy, you need to stop that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rupert.” The blonde gave him a little teasing smile.
He gave her warning look before he made his way to the stairs and up them. Buffy began moving against him again and giggled when Rupert had to catch himself on the banister when he nearly fell over. Without thinking, he spun around until he had her pressed against the wall and rocked his hips against hers.
“What happened to going to your bed?” she let out a breathless laugh when he kissed his way down her throat.
“Too far.” He growled against her neck as he set her down enough to get the sweat pants off of her, pausing in pulling his pants down when a thought hit him. “But it’s where the condoms are,”
The blonde giggled at the slightly irritated look in his darkened eyes.
“I could always just wait for you right here,” she smiled as she struck a small pose against the wall. “I’m sure you would make the trip to your room quick.”
Rupert stared at her for a moment as he thought over the situation, quickly coming a decision when the teacher flicked her eyes up the stairs. Giving a short nod, he ran the rest of the way up the stairs and to his bedroom. He quickly opened the night stand drawer and grabbed a foil packet before making his way back to Buffy.
“That was quick,” she laughed as she pulled Rupert closer to her, placing a kiss on his chest.
“”You won’t be saying that soon,” he smirked, holding her closer to him when she moved against him.
“Cocky much?” Buffy pulled away from him and eased his pants down enough to free his straining erection.
“You have no idea, love.” He growled, quickly rolling the condom on before picking her back up.
They both let out groans as he entered her, Rupert pausing for a moment to allow her to adjust to him inside her. When his name left her lips, he began moving his hips in a steady rhythm. His mouth latched on to her neck as she ran her nails across his shoulder blades, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Oh, God…” Buffy moaned as Rupert picked up the pace, adjusting his grip on her hips. “Yes!”
He gently bit her neck when her nails dug into his flesh, causing him to groan against her skin. Rupert kept up his current pace, smiling against her neck at the sounds he was coaxing from his girlfriend. Buffy smiled at him when she dragged his head up, claiming his lips with hers. The pace picked up again when she opened his mouth to his tongue.
“Jesus, Buffy.” He gasped as he tore his mouth away from hers, groaning when he felt her inner walls start to flutter around his thrusting cock.
“Fuck…” she moaned when he slightly changed the angle of his hips, causing her to throw her head back against the wall.
“That’s it, Buffy.” He whispered as he began kissing her throat again, growling softly when she took his earlobe into her mouth.
He could tell she was close when her moans rose in volume and she raked her nails down his back, her hips moving to meet his thrusts. Within a few more minutes, Buffy was screaming his name as she reached her orgasm. The sound of his name leaving her lips and the feel of her inner walls convulsing around his cock proved to be too much for him, her name leaving him as he came.
Rupert moved his the lower half of his body until his softening cock slipped from her, his left hand quickly removing the used condom. Buffy unhooked her legs and carefully slid down his body until she was standing on the stairs, laughing at the fact that they hadn’t fallen down at any point. He chuckled as he pulled his pants back up, bending to pick up the sweat pants she had been wearing.
“That isn’t exactly how I planned it,” he gave her a shy smile, an apologetic look in his green eyes.
“I’m not complaining, Rupert.” She assured him, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. “But, if you’re feeling bad about taking me against the wall…why don’t you show me how you did plan this.”
They shared a smile before making their way up the rest of the stairs, Rupert tossing the condom into the trashcan in his bedroom. As Buffy pushed him on to his bed, he made a mental note to make sure to take out the trash before Chris brought his children back home that evening.
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Yeah, I figured that I wanted to give a tiny more info on his past. So I figured the scars were my safest bet
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And I'm glad that you liked this chapter