[ If he wanted to, he knows he could go and find her. He could search the house and track her down to where she's training in the gym or the ice rink or relaxing with her friends. He could pull her away with a father's propriety, get her to shove down her shorts or lift her skirt and open herself to him, sweat-damp or protesting the entire time until he slips his fingers into her along with the plug right there, where anyone might walk in --
He considers it, very thoroughly indeed, but in the end he decides to wait, hard and wanting and obsessed with his own desire. He hasn't felt like this for years; it makes him feel young and stupid. Very stupid, considering what they're doing, but he can't help himself. He wants her very badly. Pleasing Buffy at last, finding something he can do to make her want to be with him more than she wants to push him away -- it answers something in him that's been waiting for longer than he knows. He's not foolish enough to believe it's healing for either of them, but it's surely something good. And it can't go on forever. Just while they're at Saltburn, a brief indulgence, where they can find each other again and maybe this way he'll finally understand his brilliant and fierce daughter. So he'll wait a few hours for it to be perfect.
Everything they need is already in the bathroom by the time she returns. Giles insists that she has some privacy and gives her some time to clean up while he tries and fails to read a book in his room, stroking himself through his trousers to the sound of the shower running and what he imagines she's doing. And then he can't stand it any longer, stepping into the steamy room, breath catching at the sight of her.
And then it's surprisingly easy. Up against the counter, standing behind Buffy and opening her up with two fingers liberally coated with lube, pressing slippery circles over her skin, murmuring her name, calling her a good girl and kissing her damp hair, working into her body until she's panting and gasping and asking for more. Then he lines up the plug, heavy in his palm, and starts to ease it into her, making eye contact with her in the steam-smeared mirror. ]
Just like that, you see? [ He can't hide the raw note in his voice or the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her. ] How does that feel?
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He considers it, very thoroughly indeed, but in the end he decides to wait, hard and wanting and obsessed with his own desire. He hasn't felt like this for years; it makes him feel young and stupid. Very stupid, considering what they're doing, but he can't help himself. He wants her very badly. Pleasing Buffy at last, finding something he can do to make her want to be with him more than she wants to push him away -- it answers something in him that's been waiting for longer than he knows. He's not foolish enough to believe it's healing for either of them, but it's surely something good. And it can't go on forever. Just while they're at Saltburn, a brief indulgence, where they can find each other again and maybe this way he'll finally understand his brilliant and fierce daughter. So he'll wait a few hours for it to be perfect.
Everything they need is already in the bathroom by the time she returns. Giles insists that she has some privacy and gives her some time to clean up while he tries and fails to read a book in his room, stroking himself through his trousers to the sound of the shower running and what he imagines she's doing. And then he can't stand it any longer, stepping into the steamy room, breath catching at the sight of her.
And then it's surprisingly easy. Up against the counter, standing behind Buffy and opening her up with two fingers liberally coated with lube, pressing slippery circles over her skin, murmuring her name, calling her a good girl and kissing her damp hair, working into her body until she's panting and gasping and asking for more. Then he lines up the plug, heavy in his palm, and starts to ease it into her, making eye contact with her in the steam-smeared mirror. ]
Just like that, you see? [ He can't hide the raw note in his voice or the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her. ] How does that feel?