Minus the callow youth (Cordelia/Giles) for noelia_g
Title: Minus The Callow Youth
For: noelia_g
Pairing: Cordelia/Giles
Rating: slight PG
Word count: 739
Thanks to musesfool and oxoniensis for awesome beta help.
"I should just get used to visiting you here, huh? Do you think they have some kind of frequent visitor parking space program?"
Cordelia sat down in the chair by the hospital bed. Typical Giles, he always ended up hit on the head and then he was in a room with some super smelly old person who was on their last leg. Or was about to have that last leg amputated. Sometimes Cordelia really wondered about the state of healthcare in Sunnydale. She should have moved to Los Angeles after she graduated high school. That would have been the smart plan.
Giles said, "Did everything get taken care of?"
"I guess," Cordelia said. "Buffy was being crazy rude with me when I asked her if I could bail on the whole clean up part. I couldn't remember if we were still doing the secret lovers thing so I might have played the 'my boyfriend got hit on the head' card which made her even ruder. And I didn't think that was possible."
"I believe that cat is long gone from the, uh, bag," Giles said. "Considering we *were* in bed when they arrived."
"Like they couldn't have knocked," Cordelia said. It had been super embarrassing, followed instantly by super scary. The typical Sunnydale date. Cordelia missed high school a little. For most of that time, she'd been able to skip super embarrassing.
Clearly, she was destined for super embarrassing, given that she'd gone from dating Xander to dating Giles. At least it had been a huge upgrade in kissing ability. And sexing abilities.
"They were pursuing a demon," Giles said, interrupting her thoughts. He looked a little pale, as per normal for his hospital stays. "I imagine Buffy felt it was more important to insure we weren't maimed and then killed than trouble with such, ah, courtesy."
"So typical of her, I know," Cordelia said. "It's a real downside to living here. Also, I hate your house. I'm actually glad you don't own it because the damage from that demon and then Buffy's attempts to kill it? If it were a car, we'd be taking it down to the dump, lighting it on fire and walking away. Or whatever you do with cars that are broken down." Cordelia really didn't want to know. She'd been working as a name-tag person for close to a year now and it was exhausting. Along with the actual work, she had to put in a lot of effort to make sure it didn't define her. So she would never do her own taxes, she would never act like she didn't have a maid and she would not acknowledge unless it got her out of icky clean up that she was actually interested in someone who had a really bad tattoo and, worse, rented.
"I talked to the doctor and you're going to be fine," she said. "But I hate this. Maybe you should get a helmet."
"I'm not going to wear a helmet in my own home, even if I am merely renting it." He reached out and patted her hand. He had really nice hands if she ignored the scars she knew were from Angel torturing him. And she usually did; it's not like she didn't grow up in Sunnydale.
Still. She shrugged off his hand. "I think you should think about it. Fit it in between all that boring prophecy work and telling Buffy to learn to stand on her own. Which I totally agree with, by the way."
"I never thought otherwise," Giles said.
"You’re vaguely insulting me again, aren't you?"
"I'm not insulting you," he said. "Clearly, I appreciate these, uh, aspects of your personality."
"Aspects, okay. Whatever. You're lucky I appreciate all the aspects of your personality, bub. Except for the ones that keep getting hit on the head." She leaned in and kissed him. He really didn't kiss like the old guy he actually was. He kissed like a really sexy college guy, minus the callow youth and drooling. "Stop that," she said. "I need you to not end up here so often."
"I completely agree," Giles said. "Let's work on that later."
"Yeah, well, we're done with making out. I can't take the smell of this place. When we get back to your place. Which, hey, everyone else will have cleaned up, I think."
Giles smiled and sat back on the bed. "When we get back."
For: noelia_g
Pairing: Cordelia/Giles
Rating: slight PG
Word count: 739
Thanks to musesfool and oxoniensis for awesome beta help.
"I should just get used to visiting you here, huh? Do you think they have some kind of frequent visitor parking space program?"
Cordelia sat down in the chair by the hospital bed. Typical Giles, he always ended up hit on the head and then he was in a room with some super smelly old person who was on their last leg. Or was about to have that last leg amputated. Sometimes Cordelia really wondered about the state of healthcare in Sunnydale. She should have moved to Los Angeles after she graduated high school. That would have been the smart plan.
Giles said, "Did everything get taken care of?"
"I guess," Cordelia said. "Buffy was being crazy rude with me when I asked her if I could bail on the whole clean up part. I couldn't remember if we were still doing the secret lovers thing so I might have played the 'my boyfriend got hit on the head' card which made her even ruder. And I didn't think that was possible."
"I believe that cat is long gone from the, uh, bag," Giles said. "Considering we *were* in bed when they arrived."
"Like they couldn't have knocked," Cordelia said. It had been super embarrassing, followed instantly by super scary. The typical Sunnydale date. Cordelia missed high school a little. For most of that time, she'd been able to skip super embarrassing.
Clearly, she was destined for super embarrassing, given that she'd gone from dating Xander to dating Giles. At least it had been a huge upgrade in kissing ability. And sexing abilities.
"They were pursuing a demon," Giles said, interrupting her thoughts. He looked a little pale, as per normal for his hospital stays. "I imagine Buffy felt it was more important to insure we weren't maimed and then killed than trouble with such, ah, courtesy."
"So typical of her, I know," Cordelia said. "It's a real downside to living here. Also, I hate your house. I'm actually glad you don't own it because the damage from that demon and then Buffy's attempts to kill it? If it were a car, we'd be taking it down to the dump, lighting it on fire and walking away. Or whatever you do with cars that are broken down." Cordelia really didn't want to know. She'd been working as a name-tag person for close to a year now and it was exhausting. Along with the actual work, she had to put in a lot of effort to make sure it didn't define her. So she would never do her own taxes, she would never act like she didn't have a maid and she would not acknowledge unless it got her out of icky clean up that she was actually interested in someone who had a really bad tattoo and, worse, rented.
"I talked to the doctor and you're going to be fine," she said. "But I hate this. Maybe you should get a helmet."
"I'm not going to wear a helmet in my own home, even if I am merely renting it." He reached out and patted her hand. He had really nice hands if she ignored the scars she knew were from Angel torturing him. And she usually did; it's not like she didn't grow up in Sunnydale.
Still. She shrugged off his hand. "I think you should think about it. Fit it in between all that boring prophecy work and telling Buffy to learn to stand on her own. Which I totally agree with, by the way."
"I never thought otherwise," Giles said.
"You’re vaguely insulting me again, aren't you?"
"I'm not insulting you," he said. "Clearly, I appreciate these, uh, aspects of your personality."
"Aspects, okay. Whatever. You're lucky I appreciate all the aspects of your personality, bub. Except for the ones that keep getting hit on the head." She leaned in and kissed him. He really didn't kiss like the old guy he actually was. He kissed like a really sexy college guy, minus the callow youth and drooling. "Stop that," she said. "I need you to not end up here so often."
"I completely agree," Giles said. "Let's work on that later."
"Yeah, well, we're done with making out. I can't take the smell of this place. When we get back to your place. Which, hey, everyone else will have cleaned up, I think."
Giles smiled and sat back on the bed. "When we get back."