Post-Series Drabble
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giles_shortsTitle: The Third Time isn’t the Charm
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 200
Prompt: "You take my life when you take the means whereby I live."
He wasn’t there the first time, though he had tried to be. Tried to take her place. The less he thought about the second time, the better. And now here he was, desperately casting a counter-curse to prevent the third. The dark miasma surrounding her disappeared. His spell was successful, but that didn’t mean he succeeded. She was so still.
“Please. Oh please! Oh please,” he begged, dropping to his knees beside her. “Can’t go on without her. Won’t go on. Please!”
“Love you too,” Buffy croaked, eyes still closed, and Giles sobbed in relief. He didn’t even realize he was kissing her until he felt her lips move under his and her hand thread through his hair. He quickly pulled away.
“So, that’s what a girl has to do to get kissed around here. Good to know,” Buffy grinned, sounding both smug and exhausted. Giles found himself smiling back.
“Well, if you would be so kind as to refrain from getting yourself killed yet again, I promise I will kiss you as often as you like,” he said.
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Buffy declared and tapped her finger to her lips. Giles was quick to answer her command.
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 200
Prompt: "You take my life when you take the means whereby I live."
He wasn’t there the first time, though he had tried to be. Tried to take her place. The less he thought about the second time, the better. And now here he was, desperately casting a counter-curse to prevent the third. The dark miasma surrounding her disappeared. His spell was successful, but that didn’t mean he succeeded. She was so still.
“Please. Oh please! Oh please,” he begged, dropping to his knees beside her. “Can’t go on without her. Won’t go on. Please!”
“Love you too,” Buffy croaked, eyes still closed, and Giles sobbed in relief. He didn’t even realize he was kissing her until he felt her lips move under his and her hand thread through his hair. He quickly pulled away.
“So, that’s what a girl has to do to get kissed around here. Good to know,” Buffy grinned, sounding both smug and exhausted. Giles found himself smiling back.
“Well, if you would be so kind as to refrain from getting yourself killed yet again, I promise I will kiss you as often as you like,” he said.
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Buffy declared and tapped her finger to her lips. Giles was quick to answer her command.