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FIC: The sock drawer (Giles/Buffy, FRT)

Title: The sock drawer
Pairing, etc: Giles/Buffy, FRT
Notes: For glimmergirl, 340 words of sock-related fluff.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I want to own this?


"Yeah?" Her voice floated up from below the loft, accompanied by clanks. Giles located the voice as coming from the kitchen. Where she'd likely be emptying his cupboards in search of a muffin tin. She'd been serious about that threat, then.

He reached into the left-hand side of the second drawer, which had only yesterday been where he could reliably find many identical pairs of dark blue or dark brown or dark gray dress socks. No socks. Instead, soft things. Silk. Satin. Lace. A bar of soap. Soap? He stuck a hand in and explored the very back. He pulled out something satiny. Edged with lace. Pale green. He held it up to his nose and let his eyes glaze over. Peaches. It smelled like peaches. Buffy smelled like peaches too.

Something clattered definitively, then he heard footsteps on the steps. He stuck his hands behind his back, but too late. "Giles? What are you doing with my underwear? Put it back."

"Uh," said Giles.

"Pervert," Buffy said. "What? You were yelling about something."

"Oh. Where are my socks?"


"My socks. Where are they?"

Buffy started edging for the stairs. "Your socks? Um."

Giles turned back to the strangely rearranged dresser, and dropped the green satiny thing back inside what had been his sock drawer. "They used to be in the second drawer on the left. Now there are these, these... silky things."

"Oh! Socks. Yeah. About those."


"They're in your top drawer now. With your underwear. You totally had space up there. Once I, um, got rid of all the dorky stuff."

Giles shrieked, but Buffy stood her ground. Metaphorically. Physically she was backing down from the loft.

"You had briefs with holes in them. And plaid boxers. Plaid! Who wears those?"

"I do. Or I used to," muttered Giles, but Buffy was plunging on, from her new position safe at the foot of the stairs.

"You totally did not need underwear with holes. You have silk boxers in there I've never seen you wear! And now you'll have to. I like men in silk boxers. They're sexy."

And that, decided Giles, was the last word.
Tags: fic:giles/buffy, fiction, socks

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