Buffy felt warm, relaxed and safe. She could not decide if she was awake or sleeping, and for the moment she could not care less. She felt very good.
As she woke up a little she was aware of a hand rubbing gentle circles on her stomach, sending pleasant flutters through her. She could feel something warm pressed up against her back and snuggled against it. Gradually she came out of her pleasant haze and a few, slightly more disturbing things occurred to her. She could feel warm, moist air blowing across her neck. That's not right she thought vaguely. Nice, but why is it there?
The hand on her stomach began moving slightly higher. Why is someone rubbing my stomach? Why is it bare? For that matter, why am I naked? she thought, only just noticing. Then she realised what the warm thing behind her was. Her eyes shot open and she did not dare move. Oh my god. I'm in bed with a man and I don't know who. Or why. Or where. Oh my god.
She desperately searched her memory but could not find anything there to explain circumstances.
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
The hand reached her breast, and for a moment Buffy could not move. Feels good, she thought insanely, sure there was a reason she was not feeling repulsed by what was happening. Then reason took over and in one move she sat up and scrambled to the other side of the bed. For a moment she sat there panting, then she grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it up to cover herself. Only then did she dare to look at the man she was sharing a bed with.
Oh my god. was her last thought before her brain went into temporary protective shut-down.
***
Buffy's mad scramble across the bed woke Giles up rather suddenly. Where am I? Why am I here? Why is Buffy in my bed? Why is she naked? Why am I naked? Why can't I remember?!
The thoughts racing through his head came to an abrupt halt. I'm in bed with Buffy, and I can't remember why. Bloody hell. He almost laughed at the sheer absurdity of the situation. I've fantasised about waking up with her for so long, and now I can't even remember any of it!
As his brain restarted his thoughts became more rational. Buffy was still staring at him, looking totally shocked and bewildered. Giles was trying to find some memory that would tell him what had happened, but nothing was there. The imprint of Buffy's head on the pillow next to him gave him a good idea of what woke him up, and an equally good idea of why certain parts of his body were totally aroused, but the rest was a complete blank. He closed his eyes, hoping that maybe this was a dream.
Buffy shook herself out of her daze and shakily asked, "Giles, what's going on?"
Giles opened his eyes and sat up, keeping his section of the sheet carefully position. "I wish to god I knew."
"Oh. I was kinda hoping maybe you knew what happened."
"I th-think what happened is fairly . . . obvious." Giles gave her a significant look.
"Oh," Buffy said again, blushing heavily.
"Y-you have no, uh, memory?"
Buffy shook her head, too embarrassed to speak. Oh my god. Giles . . . and I . . . oh my god.
"Damn." Giles said with feeling. He could feel himself starting to redden as well, both from embarrassment at having no memory of what had obviously happened, and because seeing Buffy . . . like this, was not helping his body to calm down. Bloody hell.
For a long moment they sat there, neither daring to meet the other's eyes. Eventually Giles broke the silence, saying, "W-we appear to be i-in a hotel."
"Uh-huh."
More silence.
"I-I think the, uh, thing to do is get dressed and try to work out what . . . well, what happened."
"Good plan." Buffy looked at him. "You first."
"M-me?"
"I'm sort of, uh, naked here."
All the blood in Giles' body went south, and he really wished she had not reminded him of that.
"And I'm not?" he said without thinking, then cursed inwardly at his distraction.
If it was possible Buffy went even redder. She was very aware that he was naked; after all she had been pressed against him when she woke up. Don't go there, she told herself firmly. It's, oh god, it's . . . actually not that gross. In fact it's - eep! - turning me on? Uh-uh. No way. Giles? Oh my god. What am I thinking?
Giles' sigh interrupted her thoughts. "Close your eyes," he told her.
"Wh - oh."
Buffy quickly closed her eyes as he began to slide out of the bed. She heard a rustle as he picked up something, and then heard him pad across the room towards the bathroom. At the last moment she could not resist and peeked. Oh god. I'm in trouble.
*finis*