Title: 2005 Gift for nermal
Fandom: Buffy the vampire slayer
Disclaimer: These characters and their world are not mine. I've no rights and no money.
Summary: Short bit with Buffy and Giles in bed with a cold
Notes: Written as a gift fic for nermal during the 2005 holiday season.
2005 Gift for nermal
"Snff!" Sitting up in bed against pillows and cushions that had been gathered from all parts of his apartment, Giles' head was bent down with his nose hovering just above a handkerchief that seemed to envelop his whole hand. "Snff... snffsnff--" His breath hitched and mouth twitched into a frown for a moment. Then he snapped forward. "heyyyy-YIHGShhhhuhh!" He sneezed, sounding relieved to get it out at long last.
"Bless you!" Buffy called cheerfully as she came in through the doorway, tray in hand. "Poor Giles."
He looked up at her, still sniffling into his handkerchief. Then he folded it up and set it down on the bed beside him.
"Hope this is hot enough," she said, sitting down on his other side and placing the tray on his lap. "Tea isn't exactly my specialty, though you'd think it should be part of the whole slayer package, what with all you British watchers about." She watched him eye the mug and the series of additives from sugar and creamer to honey and lemon. "Go on, drink up," she said reassuringly, cuddling a little closer to him in bed.
Giles gave a lengthy blink and reached up and under his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Then he took up the mug and gave it a test sip. The tea was perfect. "Thank you." He sighed gratefully and took another sip.
"Buffy to the rescue," she said with a smile, reaching up and sliding his glasses off his face. She rubbed them clean with a bit of her shirt, which was pink and tight-fitting and snapped back against her chest as she placed the glasses on the nightstand. Then she snuggled even closer, hugging his arm.
"Buffy..." Giles said within a sigh. "I don't really think you should get this close to me when I'm with cold."
She shook her head and made no effort to pull back even a smidge. "I don't think slayers catch cold very easily. Besides, how many recorded cases have there been of a Slayer catching colds from her watcher?"
Giles thought it over as he added just a bit of lemon to the tea and drank it. "Snff! I don't know of any off hand..."
"Well, there you go then!" she said with a smile and a snugglish sort of hug of his side. He smiled back, his eyes closing for longer and longer blinks now.
Giles drank steadily, putting the cup down when he felt another sneeze coming on. He took up his handkerchief as his breathing became ragged, and cupped it right over his nose and mouth since she was still so close. "hah-hahh-IIHHKShhuhh! Snffsnff-ihGuschhhhh!"
"Bless you," she said again, leaning forward to notice he had finished his tea. This was good news, considering how sleepy he was looking now. She moved the tray away but stayed right there at his side, a hand on his chest, which slowly rose and fell with breaths. Then it filled quickly with a gasp and Giles quickly recovered his handkerchief. "hehhhhh-H'KShhhhhh! Snff! Snff!"
Buffy said with a sigh, "Poor Giles has a snuffly little nose today."
Giles turned his head and his nose brushed gently against her jaw line. She gasped softly at the slight wetness, then let him draw her closer in his arms. He nuzzled into her neck, sniffling. And she smiled when his breaths caught again. "Not so... snff! Not... hihhh-oh... hihh-hih-hehhShxxxkkkk!" He sneezed against her neck, his body shaking against hers, though he held her tightly. She crooned, snuggling back into him. "Snffsnff! Snff! Not so poor, I think," he finished. She nodded in agreement and closed her eyes in pleasure.