Uncovered
Summary: Short sequel to "Covered". The morning after Joyce gives Wesley and Giles a bath.
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In his sleep, Giles smiled as he held the softness of his lover closer to him. He buried his face into the softness of her chest as she slept in his arms peacefully. He sighed as he breathed in that particular scent of hers, lilacs with a hint of rose. His hand reached over to pull her closer to him.
A slow, burning need pooled down between her legs as Joyce sighed sleepily as her hand slowly stroked her lover’s back. Lazily, she rubbed her juncture against his thigh which came between hers. Joyce sighed softly as her inner thighs clamped down on his legs, relieving some of the ache.
Then he arched against her as her other hand traveled down to his stomach and then lower...
“Cordelia,”Wesley murmured in his sleep as he buried his face into her soft brown hair that smelled like lilacs with a hint of rose, he pulled her closer as he caressed her soft mound. He sighed as he felt her hand caress his back lovingly. His hand traveled over her soft skin.”Cordelia...”
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In a second, Joyce’s eyes snapped open when she heard that name the second time. Her haze mind wasn’t sure at first, but now it was.”Cordelia?!?”
Then she froze as she realized a few things as she slowly woke up. She was still sandwiched between Giles and Wesley, with her half on top of Wesley and Giles half on top of her. Her t-shirt was somehow gone, and she was now only in her bra and jeans.
She froze when she realized that.Giles’s face was buried between her breasts, and his lips were lazily trying to nuzzle the skin under her bra. And her left hand was stroking his head. She stopped that.
*Someone’s* large hand was kneading her left breast. Her eyes widened as she realized that.
There was something in her right hand that was warm, long and hard that she was stroking. She stopped that immediately.
*Someone’s* leg between hers that she was still squeezing with her own legs. She stopped *that* immediately.
Joyce forced open her eyes as she looked down to somewhat assess the, ahm, situation.”Assess like hell. Just let me out of here before these two wake-oh!”
Gasping, Joyce instinctively arched into Giles’s mouth when he latched on to her nipple and started to suck at it.”Okay, Joyce. Calm down. Down girl. Forget what he’s doing, and just-Oh, God! That feels nice-No! Joyce, don’t think about that! Oh, God, he’s good! Joyce! Just think of a way-ohhh, that feels...Joyce! Get a grip...get a grip.”
Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore Giles’s talented mouth, Joyce gasped again when she felt the mystery hand covering her left breast sneak under her bra and roll the nipple between his two fingers. Biting back a low moan, Joyce forced herself to ignore the growing ache between her legs. It didn’t help that *someone’s* leg was still in between hers.
”This is *not* happening. Be mad, Joyce. Someone’s copping a feel. Oh, that’s nice. Just a minute more-No! Joyceln Aramintha Carruthers Summers, you lift up your head right now and-oooh! And-and-and get these two hormones off you!”
With more regret than she thought she was able to have, Joyce reluctantly moved the mysterious hand away from her breast with her left hand and tried to lift her head to see who’s body parts were doing what to her aroused body.It didn’t help that Buffy’s ex-Watcher shifted body to cover more of hers, and his mouth moved to her left breast.
Her arms wrapping around Giles’s shoulders, Joyce’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she sighed,”Oh, God, he’s good at this. And he’s not even awake! No. Joyce. Remember. This is Mr.Giles. Buffy’s Watcher.MrGi-Ooh, God! He’s good! Joyce! Mr.Giles, think Mr.Giles.”
Her eyes snapped open when she realized that there was something hard stirring in two places. At the small of her back. And against her left thigh. Joyce squeezed her eyes shut again.”I am NOT getting aroused. Ohhh, that’s good...No! I am NOT into threesomes. Strictly one-on-one. No, no no-oooh....”
Joyce whimpered as a still sleeping Giles moved his head from her breast to her neck as Wesley rolled his hips into her. When Wesley nuzzled his mouth at a sensative spot behind her ear, Joyce forced her eyes open again. She barely surpressed a moan when she felt the former mysterious hand, now known as Wesley’s Wandering Hand only because she knew that Giles’s arms were wrapped around her and Wesley, cup and stroke her through her jeans
Oh, God, he’s good too. What is it with Watchers and talented-No. Joyce. Get a grip. Forget about Wesley’s grip. Remember, he’s thinking about Cordelia.” Taking a deep breath, Joyce opened her eyes
. She deliberately ignored Giles’s nibbling and sucking on her neck.”Okay, Joyce. Joyce, you will move. Forget Wesley’s magic hand. Forget about Mr.Giles’s wonderful mouth. And-And you will move. Now.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, Joyce slowly lifted her right leg over Giles’s waist. Then stopped when she felt something blocking her leg. Opening them, her eyes widened in shock. Wesley’s *other* hand was stroking Giles’s bare ass!
Joyce’s head dropped back down on Wesley’s shoulder.“This is not happening. Wesley can’t be stroking me and Giles at the same time.”
Her eyes shot open when she felt Wesley’s hips roll into hers again, and his hand squeezed her harder. Joyce gave herself a small shake. Her hands wrapped around Giles’s strong shoulders.”Okay, weirdness is over. Now, Joyce you have to-”
“MOM!”At her daughter’s scream, Joyce let out a scream of her own as she dug her fingers into Giles’s bare shoulders when he bit her neck and when she felt Wesley’s hand close over her tightly. She bolted up straight, crossing her arms in front of her free breasts.”Buffy!”
At the sound of his Slayer’s scream, Giles’s mouth clamped down on something soft as he felt something grip his arse. His eyes shot open and he was rewarded with the sight of two flushed breasts before he was thrown off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud.”OW!”
At Buffy’s scream, Wesley’s hands instinctively the two soft objects he was holding, then suddenly when he bolted upright, he was grabbing only one. When he looked down, he saw the flushed face of a half-naked Joyce Summers and only, then he was aware that his arm was wrapped around her waist and his hand was...”Oh, dear...”
Covering her breasts more fully, Joyce Summers turned into a brighter shade of red.“Can you-your hand-”
“Excuse me,”Wesley said, his face flushing as he removed his hand from her most private place.
Buffy scowled at him.”AND KEEP your eyes OFF MY MOTHER’S BREASTS!”
“What the bloody hell is going on?”Giles shouted as he popped his head from the side of the bed. His eyes widened at the sight of a half-naked Joyce in bed with a rumpled Wesley.”Joyce!”
At the commotion, Willow popped up her head from the foot of the bed. Her brown eyes widened.
”WESLEY! YOUR SKIRT IS UP!”screeched Willow as she ducked back down. Buffy shot to where Willow was looking then yelped as she ducked down as well.
Bemused, Wesley looked down at his lap and noticed two things. He was wearing a pink skirt that was hiked to his waist. And his member was sticking out like a flag pole. With a strangled shout, Wesley pulled his skirt down.
Joyce looked down at Wesley’s lap, let out an inarticulate sound, then turned to flop down on her stomach, clutching a pillow to her chest.”Are you covered yet?”
His eyes squeezed shut, Giles shook his head to get rid of the image of Wesley pulling down his skirt to cover himself. But more importantly, to get rid of the lingering image of Joyce’s breasts going by his face again. When he opened them, his head was down, then shot up.”WHY AM I WEARING A YELLOW SKIRT?! Why the devil is Wesley wearing a PINK SKIRT? WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS GOING ON?!?!”
Giles heard Buffy shout from the foot of his bed,”ASK MOM! ARE YOU GUYS DECENT NOW?”
Bringing a small pillow to cover the front of her chest , Joyce flushed even more when she felt the stares of the two Watchers. ”Can I get a top before I answer any questions?”
Giles stared at the woman in his bed. Her alabaster skin was tinged with a blush that spread from her cheeks to her shoulders. But the blush didn’t seem to stop there, he could discern some of the blush down her upper arms and to the part of her stomach that the pillow *didn’t* cover.”Mr.Giles?”
His ears tinged red, Giles looked at Joyce’s red-face.”Right. A shirt. Um, before I get up, how far down does this skirt go?”Joyce blushed even more.
”It goes down to my knees, which would make it above your knees.”Nodding, Giles rose slowly. He was painfully fully aware that he was just as aroused as Wesley was. He quickly went over to his armoire and took out a black dress shirt and gave it to Joyce.”Here. You may wear this.”
Nodding, Joyce took it gratefully with one hand.”Thank you.”
“If I may ask, where are my clothes?”Wesley asked meekly.
Smiling wanly at Wesley, Joyce looked down at the foot of the bed.”Girls? Go and get Wesley’s clothes from the laundry.”
Willow popped her head up.”WESLEY was the one with the Marty the Martian silk boxers?”
Willow popped her head back down as the two watchers stared at her. Joyce cleared her throat.”NO, he was not. I wash BOTH their underwears. And it’s none of your business who had the Marty underwear, it was either of them. Now shoo.”
At her mother’s last word, Buffy grabbed Willow hand and both shot to the door, slamming it shut. At the silence of the room, Joyce cleared her throat.”Well, if you two gentlemen would avert your eyes-”
“Ah, yes,”Giles said as he stroked a hand through his hair.”You know where the bathroom is.”
Joyce nodded as she got off the bed, the pillow still clutched in front of her and the shirt tightly in her hand. Just as she reached the bathroom, Wesley cleared his throat.”Mrs.Summer, thank you for telling the girls-”
“You’re welcome,”Joyce said with a small smile.”It was no problem at all.”
Giles looked at her.”But now they’re going to wonder which one of us is wearing the dread underwear.”
“Look at it this way, Mr.Giles,”Joyce smiled cheekily.”As far as I’m concerned, you’re both even in the embarrassment department.”
Wesley looked at her suspiciously.”How’s that?”
Joyce blushed furiously.“Well, both girls saw Mr.Giles’s erection making a tent when we put him to bed last night. And they both had the same reaction when they saw yours just now.”
Giles stared at her, his face a deep red.”What? They saw me-I...oh, dear. Then what happened?”
“Other than telling them it was a natural recation for a man? Nothing,”Joyce said before she shut the bathroom door. Both men stared at it, until a knock was heard on the other door. Then the door opened a crack. and clothes were thrown in by someone’s hand.
“Here! Get decent guys! AND MOM was innocent!”shouted Buffy from behind the closed doors.”SHE HAD to give you guys a bath and put you in skirts!”Wesley stared at the clothes like they were snakes, then looked up at Giles when he cleared his throat. Giles weakly smiled at him.
”At least it shall be an interesting morning. To say the least. Do you need a pair of pants?”
Both stopped when Joyce stepped out from the bathroom, wearing Giles’s balck shirt which came down to mid-thigh on her.”All free. Your turn. I’d like my skirts back when you both done with them, please.”
Giles cleared his throat.”Buffy mention something about a giving us a bath-”
“And the necessity of putting us in skirts,”Wesley said with a scowl.
Joyce looked up at the ceiling, then at the two scowling men.”It was a necessary thing to do.”
“Why?”Wesley demanded.
Joyce shot him a look as she snapped,”Because I didn’t feel like giving you a bath in your birthday suit. Mr.Giles I wouldn’t mind because I already know about the tattoo on his ass, but you-who knows WHAT you might have on your ass!”
Giles buried his face in his hands as Wesley stared at her.”Give me a bath-GILES HAS A TATTOO ON HIS ASS?!?”
“Can we get on with something else?”interrupted Giles.”Like HOW we got into these skirts?”
Wesley stared at Giles, then at Joyce.”How do you know that Giles has-”
“You don’t,”Joyce snapped back at him.”I could be lying. And maybe I’m not. You don’t know. But I can as sure as hell make life miserable for you by saying things a whole lot worse than you wearing the Marty the Martian boxers. Like maybe that YOU have a tattoo on your ass!”
Giles cleared his throat loudly.”All right! Now why are we in these skirts?”Joyce swung to look at him.”Because *I* didn’t want to embarrass you two and myself when the both of you woke up. Bad enough I had to bath you and the eel there, I wasn’t going to compound my sins by having you two wake up knowing that I saw the both of you naked!”
“And HOW did we all end up in bed together,”Wesley demanded.Joyce winced.”That was Mr.Giles’s fault, and a bit of yours as well.”
Giles looked at her blankly.”My fault? How’s this?”
Joyce wrung her hands.”Well, after I rolled Wesley to the other end of the bed, by the way, Wesley, you’re a bed hog, you grabbed me and pulled me to bed and wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t get free, so I slept with the two of you.”
Wesley stared at her.”YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT WERE ABOUT TO LEAVE ME IN BED WITH GILES?!?”
“YOU PUT *HIM* IN MY BED?!?”Giles yelped.”WHY?”
Joyce stuck out her chin at him as she shouted,”Because I couldn’t get either of you to the couch without throwing either of you over the railing, that’s why! But now I'm starting to regret that decision...”
The two men stared at her, their mouths wide open. Joyce crossed her arms.”You two seem to not appreciate my efforts! Well, then fine! The next time Wesley, you get coated with magic caramel, you can just gorge yourself to death by eating cakes and such! And you, Mr.Giles, the next time you’re covered with magic chocolate and whipped cream, you can go fornicate yourself to death with some other bimbo!”
Joyce stalked over to the door.”AND NEITHER of you should come near me until you BOTH fully apologize and THANK ME on the effort I did to save both your stupid pride! OR ELSE!”
“Or else what?”Wesley demanded.
Joyce swung open the door, and looked at him malevolently.”OR ELSE I tell everyone I know that you wear kinky underwear and that you have a tattoo on your ass that say ‘I LOVE TO SCREW AROUND WITH BOOKS’!”
With that, Joyce slammed the door shut. Giles looked at Wesley.”You’re a bloody idiot. You just had to piss her off.”
Wesley stared at Giles as he slowly came over to the bed.”If I told you once, I’ve told you at least twenty times, you DO NOT get her angry! When you are done dressing, you will apologize to her. OR ELSE I’ll say something worse!”
"Fornicate with some other bimbo?"Wesley mumbled as he stared, stunned, at the closed bathroom door.
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Giles looked at Joyce warily.”May I speak to you?”
“Yes?”Joyce said coldly.Giles tried again.”In private?”
After a few seconds, Joyce nodded, then turned to look at her daughter.”I’ll be a minute, honey.”
As her mother moved towards his apartment door, Buffy gave her Watcher a mischiveous look.”Giles is in trouble now! Give her a pretty apology, Giles.”
Giles smiled wanly at Buffy before turning his full attention at Joyce.”Did Wesley apologize to you?”
“Yes, he did,”Joyce said shortly as she crossed her arms defensively.
Giles nodded, then said stiffly,”I hoped that he did. I wish to apologize as well for not appreciating you efforts to keep my dignity.”
“You’re welcome,”Joyce nodded as she started to walk towards her daughter again. Giles then held her arm, and she looked at him puzzled.
“And to thank you for saying that I don’t have a tattoo on my ass,”Giles said quietly. Then watched with interest as she blushed, and again wondered how far down her blush would go.”Joyce-”
Joyce interrupted him.”It was my fault for mentioning it. I never should have told him that you have a tattoo on your butt. It was none of his business, nor mine.”
Amused at her thinking, Giles snorted.“It was on that night we-”
Joyce waved that away.“Only because of the band chocolates. We’re both adults now. Doesn’t matter except I know and I’ll not let anyone know that I know that you have a tattoo on your butt. It’s none of their business or mine, just like the girls don’t need to know that Wesley wears Marty the Martians. We can be adults about this.”
Giles nodded as his eyes twinkled.”Understood. Just like there’s no need for them to know that you like to wear lace-”
“You’re not being a gentleman, Mr.Giles,”Joyce said primly. Then burst into an embarassed laugh.”Just out of curiosity, why that particular tattoo and why on your butt?”
Laughing as well, Giles shook his head.”It fit the moment.”
Both of them grinned at each other. Then Joyce cleared her throat.”Well, I have to go. Be careful when you get rid of those magically tainted candies.”
“We will,”Giles said. He waited on the curb as Joyce got into her car and drove off with her daughter and Willow. After a moment, Giles looked up in the sky, then shook his head.”Out of all the people in the world, it had to be the Slayer’s Mother that had to uncover that tattoo on my arse, and not my wife. What a strange fate I have.”
~Fin