Entries tagged with giles/faith

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Rip Me, Baby (Giles/Faith; Soft R/M; Book(s)

Working Title: Rip Me, Baby
Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Giles/Faith, also mentions possible Giles/Buffy, Giles/Jenny, and Giles/Willow
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge: Book(s)
Word Count: I went way overboard with this one, sorry, but I'm posting because I know it will be welcomed here nonetheless. :-) 477
Summary: ( 'I've got somethin' better better for you to read, G.' )

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Late Night Ride (Giles/Faith; R/M; Hitchhiking)

Title: Late Night Ride
Author: Kat Lee
Characters/Pairing: Giles/Faith
Rating: R/M for nudity and implied sexual content
Challenge/Prompt: Hitchhiking
Word Count: 416
Summary: ( The Watcher doesn't care. )

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Attainable (Giles/Faith; PG/K+; Records)

Title: Attainable
Author: Kat Lee
Characters/Pairing: Giles/Faith
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: Records
Word Count: 121 -- I couldn't find a way to cut it down further without losing too much.
Summary: ( Sometimes, the ones we think aren't attainable are the very ones who are. )

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Passion Duel (Giles/Faith; PG-13/T; Sword)

Title: Passion Duel
Author: Kat Lee
Characters/Pairing: Giles/Faith
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: Sword
Word Count: Double Drabble -- 200 (Sorry -- working with writer's block and just couldn't seem to do better.)
Summary: ( He'd never wanted anybody like he wanted her. )

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Drabble: Siren Call

hereI have done this prompt before, one of my faves that can be found here. But here's a new one for you guys anyway:)

Title: Siren Call
Author: Gilescandy
Rating: FRT
Characters: Giles, Faith
Prompt: Late

Siren Call

A nightclub wasn’t anywhere he belonged, pounding with noise more heartbeat than music. So he sat in a dark corner, sipping scotch. She insisted on his presence, he long ago gave up fighting her.

So he watched, as was his calling. Watched as she took possession of the dance-floor. A force of nature, all fury and grace, danger and power, darkness and sex.

Her dark eyes always on him, burning, luring, drawing him to her. Her body writhes against only his, heedless of the glances from younger men, confused, disgusted, angry.

She whispers again, “Not too late for Rupert Giles.”