Faithfic! It Could Happen
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thebratqueenOkay, here's my faithficathon fic.
Written for angelialove who requested:
Faith/Giles, a Lizzie McGuire reference, NC-17.
It Could Happen
By The Brat Queen
There are, Faith thought to herself, worse things in life than having an ex-Watcher for your boyfriend.
Think about it - he gets the Slayer thing. No jealousies over the late nights spent doing stuff you normally can't talk about. No looking at you all cross-eyed because you stumble home at four in the morning with your clothes torn, your hair fucked up and your body covered with some pretty interesting bruises. Does he see all that, get pissy, and accuse you of banging his friends? Hell no! He gets you a drink, hauls out the Icy Hot, and asks you to share the details. Maybe even gives an atta girl for any of the good bits.
Okay, sure, nobody would've ever thought of Faith and Giles being an item, Faith and Giles themselves probably being right on the top of that list. But still - dumber things have happened. 'cause come on, what's the real problem? The ex-Watcher thing? The British guy versus American chick thing? The little - well, okay, maybe *not* so little age difference thing? But still, what's the big whoop? Not like he's, oh, let's say a *vampire* or anything. In the great big picture Faith's pretty sure age differences *really* only matter when one of the guys doing the differing is dead.
The thing is, when you get right down to it Giles could *use* a girl like Faith. Not that he and Faith were ever buddy-buddy to begin with, but even she can tell that the whole fighting the First thing has been hard on him. He's all quiet. Moody. And not in that sexy Angel way of being moody either. More like the worn-down kind of moody. The one where you just wanna cut out. Stop dealing with all the bullshit. Maybe pull up stakes - heh - and take up chicken farming.
Faith gets that. She feels moody like that sometimes. 'course for her it wasn't chicken farming so much as prison uniforms but whatever gets you through the night, right?
So, yeah. What's *wrong* with the two of them? Oh, sure, there's looks. There's always going to be looks. Little judgmental Scoobies conveniently ignoring the vampire, werewolf, demon and, oh yeah, vampire *again* cavalcade that's made up the dating pool for Buffy, Willow and Xander over the years just so they can do the beady eye glare thing where they don't *say* anything 'cause they're too *nice* to say anything but *man* can you tell they're icked out by it bigtime.
Buffy especially. And, okay, maybe Faith feels a little twinge of guilt on that one. Her and B, finally starting to get along - um, well not *really* get along but there've been conversations that didn't always end in chick fighting and unsexy knifeplay so Faith's decided to count it as progress. So her and B not *killing* each other at least and here Faith goes and, as far as B can tell, cozies up with the nearest warm body that gives her the time of day instead of spending her time doing teacher duty with the wanna-be Slayers. Bad news there, even when you *don't* throw on the part where Giles is basically Buffy's dad and Faith is sort-of kind-of the sister or maybe not so close cousin Buffy never wanted.
But the thing is, Faith kinda *wants* to be with Giles. Not that she ever says this. Oh no. No hugging and sharing and touchy feely conversations as long as Faith's got a say in it. Nope. But Giles knows. He has to. There's looks. Little pauses in small talky conversations. That way they have of saying stupid stuff like "Hey, how's your day?" that covers it without needing to move on to the super sweet stuff like - well Faith doesn't even want to *think* about like. It's stupid. But it's there. Kind of. In the background.
Maybe that's what Giles needs too. He's been in this longer than anybody - longer than anybody currently in the house at any rate. Except for Spike. But, point is, he's done some hard time. You can tell just by looking at him. He's got the look of somebody who's buried a few too many bodies, and not all of them were the right ones.
Who'd *want* touchy feely after that? Who'd *want* to face the next end of the world extravaganza with your freaking heart on your sleeve and a dopey expression on your face? Nah. Times like that you don't want some chick who's gonna waste energy on flowers and poetry and frilly dresses. You want a strong girl. A practical girl. One who can take her hits and dole out a few in return if it means getting your back. That's the important thing.
That's what Giles needs. That's what Faith can give him.
Which is good since - and Faith only admits this to herself - that's pretty much *all* she's got to give him. She's not sappy, she looks stupid in pink, and she sure as hell *feels* stupid when she's around everybody else during a research party.
But that's okay. Because Giles doesn't care.
In a way, that's the most fun bit. The times when Giles is all buried in research, looking a little tired and end of the world weary. His glasses askew, a drink forgotten at his side, everybody else run off to do whatever it is they're doing, and Faith knows it's *her* turn to lend a hand.
Which, hey, kind of literal because the thing she always wants to do most is creep in nice and Slayer-quiet and surprise him with a hand right on his leg. Just under the book, so he doesn't see it. He *feels* it though and he gets all surprised and blustered. Does his big act of scolding her. Pretending like she's misbehaving or something, 'cause all guys kind of get off on that.
But Faith doesn't pay attention. She knows better. She knows what Giles really wants is for her to nudge that book away. Crawl into his lap. Rock her hips a little bit like she's got no idea what that does to him.
That's when the kissing starts. Sometimes she plants one on him. Othertimes he surprises her. Starts it himself. Nice and soft, kinda like Riley when he thought she was Buffy. Those *good* kisses. Where the guy likes you for you.
Then it gets warmer. Hands start moving. Older but *experienced* hands start touching her chest, and Faith gets hotter thinking of how this is a guy who doesn't like showing his naughty side, except when she's teasing it out of him.
If it's been a lucky day, she's got nice underwear on for him. Black bra, boobs thinking about spilling over the top. Gotta be lace, though. He's the kind of guy who appreciates lace. The way it moves when you touch it. The way it scratches the skin when you rub it the right way. The way you can wrap your lips around it, start to lick and suck, and you get to feel *every* *little* *touch* and -
And then there's more hands. And - and hips. Rocking and moving and Faith doing her part to show she's a useful member of the team. Twisting her body in that way that makes him gasp, surprised, like she just gave him a gift 'cause hot girls like Faith don't normally notice the older booky guys. But she's noticed him. Oh yeah. She has *definitely* noticed and what she wants right now more than anything is for him to notice her, to *keep* noticing, to grab her tight and get rid of the stupid pants as he gets inside of her and -
"Faith?"
Faith jumped. She jerked, startled, as the hallway light turned on. "Um - uh - what?"
"We're back," Giles said, gesturing unnecessarily at the group of Slayer wanna-bes he just brought back from training. "I'm sorry, did we disturb you?"
Faith cleared her throat. She hoped like hell nobody could see the evidence of her trying to enjoy herself while everybody else was gone. "Nah. Me? I'm undisturbable. I was just watching - " she checked the TV, then blinked in surprise at what was on it "uh, Lizzie McGuire reruns."
"Oh," Giles said, the pop-culture reference meaningless to him. "Shall I leave you to it then?"
Faith sighed. She slumped down on the couch. "Yeah, sure."
"All right then," Giles said. And with that her reality stomps all over her fantasy.
She can't say she's not used to it.
Written for angelialove who requested:
Faith/Giles, a Lizzie McGuire reference, NC-17.
It Could Happen
By The Brat Queen
There are, Faith thought to herself, worse things in life than having an ex-Watcher for your boyfriend.
Think about it - he gets the Slayer thing. No jealousies over the late nights spent doing stuff you normally can't talk about. No looking at you all cross-eyed because you stumble home at four in the morning with your clothes torn, your hair fucked up and your body covered with some pretty interesting bruises. Does he see all that, get pissy, and accuse you of banging his friends? Hell no! He gets you a drink, hauls out the Icy Hot, and asks you to share the details. Maybe even gives an atta girl for any of the good bits.
Okay, sure, nobody would've ever thought of Faith and Giles being an item, Faith and Giles themselves probably being right on the top of that list. But still - dumber things have happened. 'cause come on, what's the real problem? The ex-Watcher thing? The British guy versus American chick thing? The little - well, okay, maybe *not* so little age difference thing? But still, what's the big whoop? Not like he's, oh, let's say a *vampire* or anything. In the great big picture Faith's pretty sure age differences *really* only matter when one of the guys doing the differing is dead.
The thing is, when you get right down to it Giles could *use* a girl like Faith. Not that he and Faith were ever buddy-buddy to begin with, but even she can tell that the whole fighting the First thing has been hard on him. He's all quiet. Moody. And not in that sexy Angel way of being moody either. More like the worn-down kind of moody. The one where you just wanna cut out. Stop dealing with all the bullshit. Maybe pull up stakes - heh - and take up chicken farming.
Faith gets that. She feels moody like that sometimes. 'course for her it wasn't chicken farming so much as prison uniforms but whatever gets you through the night, right?
So, yeah. What's *wrong* with the two of them? Oh, sure, there's looks. There's always going to be looks. Little judgmental Scoobies conveniently ignoring the vampire, werewolf, demon and, oh yeah, vampire *again* cavalcade that's made up the dating pool for Buffy, Willow and Xander over the years just so they can do the beady eye glare thing where they don't *say* anything 'cause they're too *nice* to say anything but *man* can you tell they're icked out by it bigtime.
Buffy especially. And, okay, maybe Faith feels a little twinge of guilt on that one. Her and B, finally starting to get along - um, well not *really* get along but there've been conversations that didn't always end in chick fighting and unsexy knifeplay so Faith's decided to count it as progress. So her and B not *killing* each other at least and here Faith goes and, as far as B can tell, cozies up with the nearest warm body that gives her the time of day instead of spending her time doing teacher duty with the wanna-be Slayers. Bad news there, even when you *don't* throw on the part where Giles is basically Buffy's dad and Faith is sort-of kind-of the sister or maybe not so close cousin Buffy never wanted.
But the thing is, Faith kinda *wants* to be with Giles. Not that she ever says this. Oh no. No hugging and sharing and touchy feely conversations as long as Faith's got a say in it. Nope. But Giles knows. He has to. There's looks. Little pauses in small talky conversations. That way they have of saying stupid stuff like "Hey, how's your day?" that covers it without needing to move on to the super sweet stuff like - well Faith doesn't even want to *think* about like. It's stupid. But it's there. Kind of. In the background.
Maybe that's what Giles needs too. He's been in this longer than anybody - longer than anybody currently in the house at any rate. Except for Spike. But, point is, he's done some hard time. You can tell just by looking at him. He's got the look of somebody who's buried a few too many bodies, and not all of them were the right ones.
Who'd *want* touchy feely after that? Who'd *want* to face the next end of the world extravaganza with your freaking heart on your sleeve and a dopey expression on your face? Nah. Times like that you don't want some chick who's gonna waste energy on flowers and poetry and frilly dresses. You want a strong girl. A practical girl. One who can take her hits and dole out a few in return if it means getting your back. That's the important thing.
That's what Giles needs. That's what Faith can give him.
Which is good since - and Faith only admits this to herself - that's pretty much *all* she's got to give him. She's not sappy, she looks stupid in pink, and she sure as hell *feels* stupid when she's around everybody else during a research party.
But that's okay. Because Giles doesn't care.
In a way, that's the most fun bit. The times when Giles is all buried in research, looking a little tired and end of the world weary. His glasses askew, a drink forgotten at his side, everybody else run off to do whatever it is they're doing, and Faith knows it's *her* turn to lend a hand.
Which, hey, kind of literal because the thing she always wants to do most is creep in nice and Slayer-quiet and surprise him with a hand right on his leg. Just under the book, so he doesn't see it. He *feels* it though and he gets all surprised and blustered. Does his big act of scolding her. Pretending like she's misbehaving or something, 'cause all guys kind of get off on that.
But Faith doesn't pay attention. She knows better. She knows what Giles really wants is for her to nudge that book away. Crawl into his lap. Rock her hips a little bit like she's got no idea what that does to him.
That's when the kissing starts. Sometimes she plants one on him. Othertimes he surprises her. Starts it himself. Nice and soft, kinda like Riley when he thought she was Buffy. Those *good* kisses. Where the guy likes you for you.
Then it gets warmer. Hands start moving. Older but *experienced* hands start touching her chest, and Faith gets hotter thinking of how this is a guy who doesn't like showing his naughty side, except when she's teasing it out of him.
If it's been a lucky day, she's got nice underwear on for him. Black bra, boobs thinking about spilling over the top. Gotta be lace, though. He's the kind of guy who appreciates lace. The way it moves when you touch it. The way it scratches the skin when you rub it the right way. The way you can wrap your lips around it, start to lick and suck, and you get to feel *every* *little* *touch* and -
And then there's more hands. And - and hips. Rocking and moving and Faith doing her part to show she's a useful member of the team. Twisting her body in that way that makes him gasp, surprised, like she just gave him a gift 'cause hot girls like Faith don't normally notice the older booky guys. But she's noticed him. Oh yeah. She has *definitely* noticed and what she wants right now more than anything is for him to notice her, to *keep* noticing, to grab her tight and get rid of the stupid pants as he gets inside of her and -
"Faith?"
Faith jumped. She jerked, startled, as the hallway light turned on. "Um - uh - what?"
"We're back," Giles said, gesturing unnecessarily at the group of Slayer wanna-bes he just brought back from training. "I'm sorry, did we disturb you?"
Faith cleared her throat. She hoped like hell nobody could see the evidence of her trying to enjoy herself while everybody else was gone. "Nah. Me? I'm undisturbable. I was just watching - " she checked the TV, then blinked in surprise at what was on it "uh, Lizzie McGuire reruns."
"Oh," Giles said, the pop-culture reference meaningless to him. "Shall I leave you to it then?"
Faith sighed. She slumped down on the couch. "Yeah, sure."
"All right then," Giles said. And with that her reality stomps all over her fantasy.
She can't say she's not used to it.
