Giles/Buffy washed out

FICLETS: two with Buffy (Giles/Buffy, FRT)

For sweetdoggie, who wanted Giles/Buffy romance, new relationship, snark, and fried bunny.

It could be bunnies
Giles/Buffy
FRT

Buffy made a noise of the kind Giles associated more with the gum-snapping student she'd once been, not the sophisticated young woman who'd flown in from Rome and announced she finally knew what she wanted. No one had been more surprised than Giles to learn that what she wanted was him, but he'd recovered and gallantly wrapped himself up with a bow and handed himself over. Metaphorically. It had been a hectic week since her declaration, what with the influx of migrating M'Fashnik and then the royal visit to dedicate the new Slayer training academy grounds. This was the first moment they'd had to themselves since. Giles had taken advantage of the opportunity to cook what he'd hoped would be a pleasant dinner, to be be followed with... well, pleasantness of a different sort.

Buffy made the noise again, and put her fork down. She picked up the rabbit leg on her plate with her fingers and held it up.

"Giles? What is this? It has a leg. I definitely recognize a leg. But it's not bird-y."

Giles attempted to get her to put it down again by topping off her wineglass. She declined the bait, and waved the leg at him. Sauce dripped onto his table. "Er, remember I told you about my friend Alan?"

"The guy with the gun fetish? Yeah."

"It's more of a hunting fetish than a gun fetish. He also goes bow-hunting." Buffy perked up at that. She preferred the quiet of low-tech weaponry to the banging of guns. So did Giles, for that matter. "Anyway, he had a bit of surplus game after his last trip, and he gave me some. Well, rather a lot."

Buffy looked at him doubtfully. She let the meat fall back onto her plate, then polished her fingers with her napkin. "This does not look like deer. I've seen deer. They're bigger." She waved her hand and napkin vaguely.

"No, it's not venison. That's rabbit."

Buffy stared. "You are making me eat rabbit. Fluffy bunnies, chopped up and fried."

"Simmered, not fried. In a mustard-- er, yes. It's quite good, you know. You might try it."

"No. No way. Too weird for me."

Giles began to run down the list of backup plans. The village had one inn, but its meals were notoriously dreadful. They were overdressed for the pub, but it would do in a pinch. But he would prefer not. All this work, wasted--

"Trust me?" he ventured. "Have I ever led you astray?"

Buffy frowned. "There was the time you tried to get me to drink Bovril. Besides, Anya distrusted rabbits. Possibly for a good reason."

Giles took a page from her book and stuck his lower lip out. "I did work rather hard on this meal--"

"Oh, all right." Buffy picked up her knife and fork like the civilized woman he knew her to be, and performed the American dance with them. Giles watched her expression anxiously. "Okay. This isn't bad. Almost nice. Even if I am eating something cute and furry."

She grinned at him, and he sighed with relief. He'd tell her about the pheasant in the icebox later. If at all.


For carlaland, who wanted Giles/Buffy romance, with Giles snarking about demon-hunting in the Texas heat.

Texas heat
Giles/Buffy
FRT

"It's bloody hot."

"Yeah, Rupert, I heard that the first time."

"It's bloody wet."

"Right with ya, big guy. Humidity is anti-sexy."

"The demon was a group of teenagers in goth makeup."

"I'm just as pissed off at the local Slayer as you are."

"I'm annoyed with her Watcher."

"I can do that, too. He sneered at me for Slaying in a sundress."

"Stupid man. It's a lovely sundress. Even if you got barbecue sauce on it."

"That was a heat demon in the wood-fired oven."

"A lesser one."

"How was I supposed to know it had been there for generations?"

"Entirely understandable mistake."

"Meanwhile, the horrible Watcher is mad because we got him thrown out of his favorite ribs place."

"His fault entirely for not warning us."

"You just keep saying that, sweetie."

"I'd rather take off the sundress. Allow me."

"Ooh. Best idea anyone's had all week."
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Me too. Made me want to go out and get some to cook. Perhaps I will. Mr Pedia is a fluffy animal lover, but he'll eat anything.
I love fluffy animals! They often make the best eating. (heh heh)

Mr. Pedia sounds a right treasure. My beloved is terrified of trying anything exotic in the way of eats.

Sometime I need to cook for you and Mr. Pedia.
No one had been more surprised than Giles to learn that what she wanted was him, but he'd recovered and gallantly wrapped himself up with a bow and handed himself over.


*melts*

And as for the second? Mad love.
Both of these made me giggle. God, Texas in the summer. Slaying demons in Texas in the summer. I am right with Giles there.

The first one, *snerk* I'm curious about one thing: in your head, is that the same universe as "Flu"? Just because of the Bovril reference.
Hmm! Good question! Not really. I can imagine several versions of Giles trying to snooker her into drinking Bovril. For her own good.
Well. I hope you have had at least half the fun/excitement on your bday as we have had! This spam, it was all tasty, but I gotta admit my favourite is the Holmes/Giles snark. Of course they woulda remembered they could contact him via the lawyer, if they had to. Mmmhmm, so I can see this, & a Buffy/Watson tagteam. Wow.
Anyhoo, your birthday was/is being very celebrated! Hope you & Mr. Pedia got to celebrate it too!
There will be a Buffy-Watson tag-team, and a Buffy-Holmes conflict of great gloriousness. Heh. Can't wait to work on it seriously. Glad you had fun!
As a transplanted Texan, I have to say the last one was a hoot. Well, they both were, but the last one summed up Texas in the summer perfectly: hot and humid with one wishing to be cool and dry.

Buffy would HAVE to slay in a sundress, it would be too damn hot not too. :grins:

And the local watcher being kicked out of his favorite ribs place...would deserve it for forgetting about the heat demon. Now the pit boss would have to start from scratch trying to get the heat and wood just right. Barbecue is Serious Business in Texas.

Happy Belated Birthday. I hope that you had a fabulous time yesterday.
I was thinking exactly that about the bbq pit: Buffy would have inadvertently destroyed the restaurant's ability to cook meat. DOH. They might have even known they were working with a heat demon, and had a little arrangement.
Ah, B/G love. My favorite! Thank you for all of the entertainment. It's been wonderful.
Got four more to write, and I fear I have run dry for the moment. I will need to beg for people's patience with the rest. Argh.

Edited at 2007-11-27 10:04 pm (UTC)
::giggles at first one::

Somehow, I don't think Buffy will have formed an emotional attachment to pheasants. And they are somewhat birdy.

Amused hugs,
H.


Edited at 2007-11-28 04:49 am (UTC)
And I suspect Giles will have learned the technique of just forgetting to tell her what she's eating. Heh.
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Very nice! Thank you so much. My dad was a hunter and we ate a lot of game when I was a kid. Unless you have that background, most people won't touch the more exotic stuff, like rabbit. Good story. I really enjoyed it. The B/G romance was nice too.
Stupid bloody LJ keeps logging me out and I don't notice that I'm anonymous till I post a comment! That one just above was from me, Sweetdoggie!
Yay! I'm glad you liked it. The prompt threw me for a loop for a bit, until I starting thinking about the expression on Buffy's face when she realized it was rabbit.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Buffy wouldn't have been quite so reasonable about eating it too. But that's what fiction is for, right?
It has taken me forever to reply, sorry about that! I loved the story you wrote for me! I actually read this in the middle of my fall semester meltdown/final week and was wonderfully uplifted. I loved the heat demon and everyone has gotten sauce on a piece of clothing at some point. Although being from Southeast Texas, sauce can be sacreligious in some circles, cause it's all about the smoke. ;)

Great Job!

Carla

Edited at 2007-12-21 06:18 pm (UTC)