It Is Better to Ask Forgiveness ...
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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Title: It Is Better to Ask Forgiveness ...
Characters: Giles, Buffy, Xander and Willow
Medium: Fanfiction
Prompt: Permission
Summary: Set in Season 4 (Buffy and friends are in college). Giles comes home to find Buffy and company drinking in his flat.
Word Count: 813
Content Notes: None
Rupert Giles approached the front door of his flat with a spring in his step. It had been quite some time since he had performed in public and he was quite pleased with the way his first gig at the Expresso Pump had turned out. He chuckled to himself as he turned his key in the lock. He’d been invited to play two gigs per week by the Pump’s owners so apparently there were plenty of customers who appreciated his taste in music, even if Buffy and her friends considered it “of the Stone Age”. Setting his guitar against the wall he gave a less than manly shriek when he turned to find his Slayer and her friends lounging in his living room. His eyes narrowed as he took in the state of disarray before him, which in addition to chips and pizza and other snacks, also included what appeared to be alcohol.
Willow was the first to speak, her “Hi Giles” was overly bright even for her. It was followed by a “Hey G-Man” from Xander, who was mixing some sort of beverage in his kitchen and a “very manly, Giles,” from a smirking Buffy. He was too stunned to offer his usual protest at Xander’s horrid nickname. Instead he asked, “What do you lot think you are doing?”
“Well I was still kinda bummed over Oz leaving and last time Buffy and Xander got mad when I was drinking at the Bronze and Xander served Buffy that cursed beer that time when he worked at the bar on campus and Anya’s out of town and Buffy doesn’t have a boyfriend so we decided it would be safer here,” Willow babbled all in one breath.
Giles blinked. “What?”
“We’re having a party G-Man. You must remember those from your wild man days in the sixties.”
“Don’t call me that. And I already told you it was the seventies.” He turned his glare to his Slayer. “And you didn’t think you should ask my permission first before deciding to have this party? At my flat, while I wasn’t home?” “And apparently with my food and alcohol.”
“We were just doing what you taught us,” Buffy sniffed.
“What? I did no such thing!”
“Sure you did. Remember you told me that it was better to ask forgiveness than to seek permission?” Buffy pouted.
“When did I say that?!” Although he didn’t disagree with the statement on face value, he wasn’t too thrilled with the way his Slayer and her friends were applying it. Not too mention he didn’t have any recollection of teaching them that.
“After we rescued the babies from being sacrificed by the Mayor and we were walking home. I think you were trying to tell me it was okay if I skipped my SAT’s the next day. Or maybe you were thinking about how you’d stolen a policeman’s gun or broke into that store or …” Buffy trailed off, her mind not wanting to remember what her Watcher and Mother had done under the influence of the band candy.
Giles sighed and slumped into his recliner. He pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the impending migraine. “Over three years together and it is something that an adolescent Ripper said that sticks with you?”
Buffy handed him the glass of scotch that Xander had poured as she sat down on her Watcher’s lap. “Well according to my Mother, Ripper was quite the stevedore, which you still haven’t told me what she meant by that. Besides, Olivia didn’t ask permission.” Buffy’s hand, the one that wasn’t holding a drink, began to stroke down his chest.
The Watcher squirmed further back in the chair as he tried to make sense of his Slayer’s last comment. He looked to the others for assistance, but Willow was lightly snoring on the sofa and Xander had retreated to the bathroom. He jumped as her hand slid into his open shirt collar and began playing with his chest hair. He swallowed hard and attempted to regain control of his faculties. Apparently his Slayer was an amorous drunk and whose reflexes were still superhuman despite her mild intoxication. She deftly avoided his attempt to still her hand and unbuttoned two more buttons of his shirt. Deciding that a discussion about ‘stevedores’ was not wise given Buffy’s current condition he focused on the second part of her statement. “What did Olivia need to ask permission for?”
Her eyes narrowed into a possessive glare. “For moving in on MY Watcher.” And with that she took his mouth in a passionate kiss.
‘Dear Lord,’ he thought as she straddled him and tore off the remaining buttons of his shirt. He deepened the kiss when her tongue sought entry to his mouth. He smiled at her understanding that sometimes it was much better to seek permission.
cottoncandy_bingo prompt. I've decided to be brave and fill some of the prompts using a Writing medium. Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Title: It Is Better to Ask Forgiveness ...
Characters: Giles, Buffy, Xander and Willow
Medium: Fanfiction
Prompt: Permission
Summary: Set in Season 4 (Buffy and friends are in college). Giles comes home to find Buffy and company drinking in his flat.
Word Count: 813
Content Notes: None
Rupert Giles approached the front door of his flat with a spring in his step. It had been quite some time since he had performed in public and he was quite pleased with the way his first gig at the Expresso Pump had turned out. He chuckled to himself as he turned his key in the lock. He’d been invited to play two gigs per week by the Pump’s owners so apparently there were plenty of customers who appreciated his taste in music, even if Buffy and her friends considered it “of the Stone Age”. Setting his guitar against the wall he gave a less than manly shriek when he turned to find his Slayer and her friends lounging in his living room. His eyes narrowed as he took in the state of disarray before him, which in addition to chips and pizza and other snacks, also included what appeared to be alcohol.
Willow was the first to speak, her “Hi Giles” was overly bright even for her. It was followed by a “Hey G-Man” from Xander, who was mixing some sort of beverage in his kitchen and a “very manly, Giles,” from a smirking Buffy. He was too stunned to offer his usual protest at Xander’s horrid nickname. Instead he asked, “What do you lot think you are doing?”
“Well I was still kinda bummed over Oz leaving and last time Buffy and Xander got mad when I was drinking at the Bronze and Xander served Buffy that cursed beer that time when he worked at the bar on campus and Anya’s out of town and Buffy doesn’t have a boyfriend so we decided it would be safer here,” Willow babbled all in one breath.
Giles blinked. “What?”
“We’re having a party G-Man. You must remember those from your wild man days in the sixties.”
“Don’t call me that. And I already told you it was the seventies.” He turned his glare to his Slayer. “And you didn’t think you should ask my permission first before deciding to have this party? At my flat, while I wasn’t home?” “And apparently with my food and alcohol.”
“We were just doing what you taught us,” Buffy sniffed.
“What? I did no such thing!”
“Sure you did. Remember you told me that it was better to ask forgiveness than to seek permission?” Buffy pouted.
“When did I say that?!” Although he didn’t disagree with the statement on face value, he wasn’t too thrilled with the way his Slayer and her friends were applying it. Not too mention he didn’t have any recollection of teaching them that.
“After we rescued the babies from being sacrificed by the Mayor and we were walking home. I think you were trying to tell me it was okay if I skipped my SAT’s the next day. Or maybe you were thinking about how you’d stolen a policeman’s gun or broke into that store or …” Buffy trailed off, her mind not wanting to remember what her Watcher and Mother had done under the influence of the band candy.
Giles sighed and slumped into his recliner. He pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the impending migraine. “Over three years together and it is something that an adolescent Ripper said that sticks with you?”
Buffy handed him the glass of scotch that Xander had poured as she sat down on her Watcher’s lap. “Well according to my Mother, Ripper was quite the stevedore, which you still haven’t told me what she meant by that. Besides, Olivia didn’t ask permission.” Buffy’s hand, the one that wasn’t holding a drink, began to stroke down his chest.
The Watcher squirmed further back in the chair as he tried to make sense of his Slayer’s last comment. He looked to the others for assistance, but Willow was lightly snoring on the sofa and Xander had retreated to the bathroom. He jumped as her hand slid into his open shirt collar and began playing with his chest hair. He swallowed hard and attempted to regain control of his faculties. Apparently his Slayer was an amorous drunk and whose reflexes were still superhuman despite her mild intoxication. She deftly avoided his attempt to still her hand and unbuttoned two more buttons of his shirt. Deciding that a discussion about ‘stevedores’ was not wise given Buffy’s current condition he focused on the second part of her statement. “What did Olivia need to ask permission for?”
Her eyes narrowed into a possessive glare. “For moving in on MY Watcher.” And with that she took his mouth in a passionate kiss.
‘Dear Lord,’ he thought as she straddled him and tore off the remaining buttons of his shirt. He deepened the kiss when her tongue sought entry to his mouth. He smiled at her understanding that sometimes it was much better to seek permission.
