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nervous A few braves souls requested that I expand on my spontaneous Ganya Drabble-y Goodness and to post it over here, too. Well, who am I to say no? Oh, and this is my first post to this community. No. I'm not nervous at all... Really. I mean it...
First, I want to thank
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hesadevil for the most wonderful icon she created just for me just for this ficlet. Thank you! It’s awesome and it works splendidly.Secondly, I would like to always thank my extraordinary betas who make my words sound way better than I can do on my own:
mommanerd and spiralleds. I love you both dearly *Hugs*What else?
To play it on the safe side assume that S6 goes AU after Tabula Rasa in this ficlet.
Title: Ever Little Thing She Does is Magic
Pairing: Anya and Giles
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,500
Feedback: Um, please???
+++
“Besides being ruggedly handsome you’re a very good kisser. Your lips are soft and you have very interesting tongue movements,” Anya said.
“Um… er…,” Giles stammered. “Thank you.” He slipped his glasses back on. “But I think it’d be in both of our best interests if we never discussed this again.” He grabbed a broom from behind the counter and began to sweep rapidly.
“Did you find my lips and tongue offensive?”
Giles took in a deep, cleansing breath. Anya’s kissing skills were anything but offensive. Her full lips tempted him even now. His fingers still felt the softness of her breasts and the firmness of her slender body against them, and he felt himself beginning to stir yet again. “No, not at all.” He'd never been one whose voice even approximated squeaking, but he was on the verge at the moment.
He had believed them to be in love. He had believed them to be engaged to be married. He had believed them to be business partners, sexual partners, and partners in life as well. Everything a man could ever want. Even after finding the airline ticket, part of him had believed he’d never leave her. Surely the ticket purchase had been a rash decision. Maybe nothing more than a spat had occurred, but not a serious one. That perhaps he had simply bought the ticket out of spite.
Then the spell had broken, and his loneliness crashed back onto him like a physical force.
“Then what is it?” she demanded as a pout formed on her supple lips.
Giles tried to shake the images of their recent lovemaking off. “I just don’t believe it is something we should be discussing. We’re business partners. And you’re engaged to Xander,” he muttered.
There was a lot in that explanation, and he wasn’t sure which one affected him more. He wasn’t one to pursue another man’s woman, even if that other man happened to be Xander Harris. Giles had never spoken his thoughts out loud, but they had screamed inside his head on more than one occasion: Anya was too much woman for that mere boy.
“But you have an erection again.”
“Bloody hell,” Giles muttered as he began to sweep faster. He wanted to blame it on some sort of lingering residual spell, but knowing what it felt like to hold her and taste her only clarified the lingering thoughts in his mind. True, she had a tendency to drive him slightly mad on occasion, but there was this other part of him that found her attractive and somewhat exciting. And now that he knew her on a more intimate level…
He touched the ticket in his jumper pocket like a talisman. He might have been questioning the timing of his return to England, but not anymore. There was no choice. He had to leave.
“You can’t sweep away the fact that there were other erections and then the table…” The shine in her eyes did nothing to ease his growing problem. “And the oral sex! It was pleasing for both of us, but you seemed to really enjoy it.”
“Anya. Please.” The sensation in his groin was now verging on painful.
“I am engaged to Xander. I love Xander. And it was the spell that caused you and me to have sex.” She added almost as an afterthought, “Really good sex even. Your penis is quite a lot larger than Xander’s and there's the way you kind of spin your hips. And what is that thing you do with your tongue?”
If it were possible to die from being overly aroused, Giles would have undoubtedly dropped on the spot. “It was simply a spell, Anya. You said so yourself. And I do honestly believe it would be in our best interests to move beyond this. Move forward. Forget that this ever happened.”
“You do find me offensive. It’s because I used to be a demon isn’t it?” she demanded, now standing in front of him.
He tossed the broom to the ground and grabbed her by the shoulders. “You’re a sexy, desirable woman with considerable talents yourself, if I might be so bold. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you or how you do what you do. And forgive me, but what do you see in that boy?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Her eyes grew wide and she stood there staring at him for a moment. Giles couldn’t be sure, but it almost appeared as though she were struggling for words. Anya? Struggling for words?
And then she blurted out, “Xander loves me and I love Xander. And I know I shouldn’t even be noticing,” she moved closer and then grabbed his erection, “this.”
“And if you keep doing that… Blast,” he exclaimed through gritted teeth and then he forced himself to turn away from her.
“You’re right,” she said, grabbing some cleaning supplies from behind the counter. “I’m not being fair to you and technically I’ve cheated on Xander. Do you think I should tell him?”
“Heavens no!” he said. “That will just confuse matters and I don’t think that’s a very good idea. We can blame the spell and move on; no one being the wiser.”
“Okay. You are a Watcher and you’re very smart as well as being very attractive. And you’re penis is very hard at the moment… ” She glanced at his erection again.
He didn’t think he could take much more and quickly moved the subject back to a safe arena. “This place sure needs some tidying. Don’t you think? I’m sure the others will be back from the sewers soon.” He picked the broom up and began to sweep again, even faster this time.
She must have finally caught onto his not so subtle change of subject. Her beautiful brown eyes grew wide and she said, “Oh, yes. I’ll go over there.” And she began to vigorously scrub a table that brought back one too many memories for Giles.
+++
Arriving back in England had been like reconnecting with an old friend, one that didn’t know about the changes he preferred to keep hidden away as he lost himself in the familiarity of his past acquaintances and haunts. Such as his friendship with Nigel; it had picked up where it had left off, including their weekly stint at the Boar’s Head Tavern. Some of the things here had changed and some people had moved on, however. Olivia marrying being the one of the more daunting events, but Giles was still pleased with his decision. He felt more at ease among his peers and at home than he had in years.
He was just about to relax and enjoy some tea when there was a loud knock on the door of his flat.
“I’m coming,” he said rather loudly when the knocking became even more insistent. It was Sunday and he had purposely not planned anything so he could catch up on some reading and enjoy a quiet cup of tea. Judging from the racket at the front door, he suspected that plan was dashed.
“Yes? What is…?” The words died in his throat when he saw who was standing on the other side of the door.
“He left me at the altar,” Anya cried.
“Anya--”
“I didn’t know where else to go,” she said. “They’re all his friends. Not mine.” She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, and he noticed she had a bag.
“I’m sorry,” he stepped aside so she could pass, relieving her of the bag she had been hanging onto like a lifeline.
His Anya, who always looked her best and very well put together, was nowhere to be seen. Her hair, darker now, was haphazardly arranged into some type of hair contraption. Her eyes were red and puffy from what he could clearly deduce were bouts of crying if not outright sobbing. Her nose was perhaps a shade redder than her eyes appeared to be, and what little make-up she had on had streaked down her cheeks.
She'd never looked more beautiful, and his first instinct was to take her into his arms, but he restrained himself.
“I was just about to have some tea. Would you care to join me?” He was at a loss at what else to say. He hated to see her hurting, but his heart swelled at the sight of her. He had truly missed her since leaving Sunnydale and he had spent many nights reminiscing about the brief physical encounter they had shared.
“I grabbed a few things and then left.” She looked up at him. “I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away. And then I remembered what you said. About me and Xander?” He nodded and she continued, talking even faster. “And then I thought you were psychic or something, which isn’t possible, but I thought it anyway, and then I thought of you being over here, far away from those people. And then I thought ‘Rupert and I had good sex’ and I needed someplace to go—”
“I’m glad you came.”
“You are really?”
“Truly.”
“Thank you, Rupert.”
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After Giles had directed Anya to the spare room and the connecting bath, he helped himself to tea. A tangle of emotions and thoughts ran so abruptly through his mind he could only snatch onto one: Anya was here with him, and he couldn’t be happier, despite the circumstances of her arrival.
As he had stood by while she unpacked her bag, she had confessed to being awake for days, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out she was suffering from pure exhaustion. He wished there was more he could do for her, but at this point he wasn’t quite sure what that would be.
“I feel much better. It’s amazing what a bath can do,” she said, standing in the doorway. “There’s something about being naked and sitting in warm bubbles.” She seemed to be having a hard time figuring out what to do with her hands. “Oh, and thanks for the robe.”
He was transfixed by her continuing movements and he didn’t speak until she settled on crossing her arms across her white, terrycloth covered chest.
Shaking the images of Anya and her bath, he cleared his throat and then said, “I’m glad. Would you care for some tea?” He gestured toward a leather chair across from him. “I have made enough for us both.”
She nodded her head quickly, and after tugging the robe tighter around her slim frame, she sat down. “I haven’t had good tea in years. Not since my vengeance days. Tea always tasted better with a little vengeance thrown in. Made it sweeter. You know?”
“Are you feeling vengeful now?” he asked, handing her a cup. He had felt compelled to use his good china, and now he was glad. The fine porcelain was as dainty as she was.
“I’m not going back if that’s what you mean. I had the opportunity, but I couldn’t do that.” She averted her eyes and stared at the cup in her hand. “I’ve been human too long. I’ve had too many emotions and feelings to go back to being that way. I know what it's like to hurt. To feel pain…”
“That is a very wise decision, Anya. It shows how much you’ve grown.”
“And see, I even know you’re not telling me I’m fat,” she said, smiling a little before it disappeared as though it had never been.
“It’s called a conscience, Anya.”
“Well, whatever the dumb thing is called…”
“How long do you plan on staying?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level. She was too fragile, and the last thing she needed now was a love-struck, middle aged man pursuing her even if she was a thousand year old ex-demon.
“I won’t stay long.” She glanced around the room, her gaze never resting on one spot too long. “I don’t want to interrupt the life you’ve made for yourself here.”
“Oh, Anya. You could never interrupt my life.”
She smiled. This time her smile actually touched her eyes. “I was hoping you’d say that. It’s not like I’d just come out and ask.”
Giles arched a brow. Actually, that would’ve been just like her.
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“Yes, Nigel. She’s staying with me… No, I don’t know if or even when she’s going back to the States… She arrived not quite a month ago…” He laughed. “Yes, that’s why I haven’t been at the pub. Her company is more pleasurable than yours, my good man… No, she’s staying in my spare room. No, you can’t meet her… Yes, she’s quite an extraordinary woman…”
After a few more pleasantries, and promising Nigel he’d meet Anya when he was good and ready to introduce them, Giles hung up the phone.
“Balls,” he said, pushing the phone further away from him. Anya had become even more important to him in these past few weeks. He just didn’t know how to broach the subject with her.
“I’m extraordinary? Did you mean it?”
She stood in the doorway to his study looking even more breathtaking than she typically did. Her hair hung in loose, light brown curls around her shoulders and she sported a white dress with large red roses scattered about. Her lips were the same color of the roses, and it contrasted nicely against her fair complexion.
Sometimes he wondered if she knew just how striking she really was.
Clearing his throat, he stood and went to her. “Every word.”
Pushing past him she said, “See, I figured all that stuff that happened at the Magic Box was just the spell, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even before Xander left me, and I thought that was wrong. And then when he did leave me I felt lost and hurt, but a small part of me was glad. I thought, ‘Hey! Xander left me’, and then I thought of you.” She turned and met his eyes directly for the first time. “That was wrong. I shouldn’t have been thinking about you when my life was supposed to be with him, right?”
He heard her words, but it took a moment for them to register. “Me? You were thinking about me?”
“Well, yeah. The whole time, since we’re being all honest. How wrong was that?” She took a step toward him.
“There is no spell this time, Anya. There will be no turning back.” He needed for her to know that if they moved forward it wouldn’t just be a temporary thing. He was quite sure his heart couldn’t bear it if they were to become separated again.
“No turning back?” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Isn’t that what I just said?”
“Forgive me,” Giles said, as he took off his glasses.
“You’re forgiven. Now can we have sex?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I think you’ve wasted enough time denying me all those orgasms I could’ve been having since I got here.”
Giles smiled and pulled her into his arms.
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“Good lord, woman. Are you trying to kill me?” Giles gasped.
Anya had disappeared under the coverlet and it was clear what her plan entailed.
“I like the way it grows and twitches,” she said as she stroked him. “I just want to watch it. Besides, I’m ready for some more intercourse.” She peeked out from beneath the covers. “And having sexual intercourse with you is the best I’ve had, Rupert. Have I mentioned I’ve been around a very long time?”
“Maybe once or twice.”
“I just wanted you know to know how you rated,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Er, thank you. I think.” He sat up and reached for her, pulling her up to his lips. “And you are quite remarkable yourself.”
“This is much better than sex in the Magic Shop. We can go slower and do it more often.” She trailed her finger down his chest. “Although in the Magic Shop we had that entire exhibitionist thing going on,” she said as she wiggled closer to him and then straddled his hips. “I must confess I like seeing you naked. For an older man, you have nice muscle tone, and I like the way your nipples react when I touch them.” She licked one and it grew into a hard little nub. “See?”
He sucked in a breath, feeling her heat surrounding him yet again. “Is this supposed to be making me feel…?” He arched a brow. “Exactly how is this supposed to be making me feel?”
“Wonderfully sexy, silly.” She pushed at his chest and then started planting soft kisses along his stomach.
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When Giles awoke, Anya was curled up next to him sleeping soundly. He smiled when he realized that she was snoring softly with her mouth slightly open. He had never known anyone like her and he very likely never would again.
He slid from the bed and worked his way out of the room and into the shower. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rush down his body. Being with her like this, in his own home, had been better than he'd dreamed, and suffice it to say he was happier than he had been in a very long time.
“You’re naked, and handsome, and wet.”
She certainly had a way with words.
“You were asleep, my dear. Did I wake you?” he asked, moving aside so she could join him.
“I got cold and when I woke up you were gone,” she said.
“Turn,” he said, and when she turned her back to him, he began to wash it. “I’m sorry. I thought you were asleep and I didn’t wish to disturb you.”
“Like you could ever disturb me.” She leaned back, the suds creating a slippery, thin barrier between them that was somehow more erotic than anything they had done so far.
“God, Anya. What you do to me,” he said, pulling her closer. There was no doubt that she felt the effect she was having on him.
She turned around to face him. “Is it too soon to tell you that I love you? I’m not really sure what the rules are about that. I can’t even remember when I said it to Xander, but this is different. My chest feels funny, and when I woke up and you were gone I panicked, thinking it was all a dream again and that you were gone, but then I heard the shower and I realized that you were still here, but just getting clean. And when I knew that my chest got even heavier and I couldn’t breathe, picturing you all soapy and naked and--”
He cut off her rambling with a quick kiss. “I love you, too.”
“Oh good, because if you didn’t? This would’ve been really awkward.”
***
“I was thinking,” Giles said as he brushed Anya’s hair. “What if I move the Magic Box to England? There’s a location just a few blocks away from here that would suffice nicely.”
“You can make money here just as well,” Anya had agreed. “But the pounds thing is really going to be confusing after all this time.”
“I’m sure you’ll grasp it quickly, darling. It’s like riding a bike.”
“I don’t like riding bikes,” she said. “Those seats hurt my bottom.”
“And a nice bottom it is.” He pulled her face closer and kissed her on the forehead. “I will arrange to have the contents of the Magic Box shipped here.”
“If we start working there won’t be as much sex.”
“I’m sure we can figure out something.”
+++
“Rupy!” Anya called from the front of the store. “We have made lots of pounds today so far in our Grand Opening. I think we should celebrate later with some tea, and maybe some of those scones that you like so much, and then fellatio in the backroom before we go home.”
“Um… Er… My dear, if I could have a word?” He strode toward the counter where she stood smiling brightly and then he whispered, “I will do whatever makes you happy, my love, but would it be possible to keep these types of thoughts to yourself while we’re still open for business?” He glanced over his shoulder at the couple whose faces were cartoon caricatures of shock: wide-eyed and opened mouthed. “I don’t believe our customers like being privy to that type of information.”
“Oh! You mean thoughts like these…” She leaned over the counter and began whispering in his ear.
“Bloody hell,” he said, as he began to silently curse the ‘open’ sign that hung on the front door.
Business was good in more ways than one.
~ End
Performed by the Police – Written by who knows!!
Lyrics to Ever Little Thing She Does is Magic:
Though Ive tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As Ive done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if shell marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
April 13 2007, 19:48:58 UTC 5 years ago
April 13 2007, 19:51:42 UTC 5 years ago
You're most welcome!!
A little birdie told me you were the 'person to read' when it came to Ganya fics and I'm going to check that out for myself!
April 13 2007, 20:56:28 UTC 5 years ago
You've captured their voices brilliantly - Anya is perfect!
April 13 2007, 21:00:31 UTC 5 years ago
Thank you so much. This means a lot. I was a total nerve bag about posting this ficlet here!
I'm truly glad you enjoyed!
Gotta love Anya!
April 13 2007, 21:09:04 UTC 5 years ago
*Squee!*
Told ya.
April 13 2007, 21:16:24 UTC 5 years ago
You love when I do this don't you?
You prove yourself right every time!
I guess it works to both of our benefit *Giggle*
April 13 2007, 23:55:48 UTC 5 years ago
April 14 2007, 02:04:37 UTC 5 years ago
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April 14 2007, 13:42:59 UTC 5 years ago
You captured Anya and Giles' voices really nicely.
April 14 2007, 13:54:36 UTC 5 years ago
January 2 2008, 03:37:52 UTC 4 years ago
tooooo sweet
January 2 2008, 15:10:23 UTC 4 years ago
Thanks