Awfully Fond Of You
By Gileswench

Title: Awfully Fond Of You
Author: Gileswench
Date: 2/28/01
Spoilers: None
Summary: Giles bonds with someone
Rating: R for nudity, sharing of bathwater, and faux waterfowl
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Distribution: Gabi if she wants it, UCSL. All others, ask and ye shall receive.
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.
Notes: This one comes to you courtesy of a) Ragna's cheer up fic request, and b) discussion about how nice it would be to have a Giles in the bathtub fic on the GilesRulesBaby list.



Rubber Ducky, you're the one
You make my bathtime lots of fun
Rubber Ducky I'm so awfully fond of you

Giles splashed cheerfully in the warm water as he crooned to the aforementioned toy waterfowl. He remembered feeling somewhat befuddled when he had opened Buffy's gift to him on his last birthday.

[You said you never had one. How sad is that? You got gray hairs before you got a rubber ducky.]

Anya had been certain it was just so she wouldn't have to spend much money on his present. Giles smiled broadly as he recalled the gift the others hadn't known about at the time.

Every day when I make my way to the tubby
I find a little fellow who's cute and yellow and chubby
Rub-a-dub-dubby (Squeak, squeak)

"You never did learn to lock a door, did you?"

Giles dropped the duck into the soapsuds at the sound of Buffy's voice. It took only a moment for his startled look to change into a smile.

"How is everything?"

Buffy ran a hand over her swollen belly as she returned his smile.

"Just great, Dad-man."

"So are you just going to stand there or do you plan to join me?"

Buffy shed her clothing and carefully settled herself between his legs. A frown marred her forehead and she reached down to retrieve the duck she'd just sat on.

"Okay, you know there's lots of stuff I'll do, but that's just a little kinky for me."

"Sorry, love." He kissed her cheek softly. "So tell me about your appointment."

"Well, there was one thing..."


"Or maybe it's two things."


"Two as in twins."


"That okay?"

"Bloody marvelous, love!"

"So, think you could teach me that song?"

Two voices (one rather better than the other, but the weaker voice was terribly enthusiastic) joined to warble out a silly, childish tune. At the end, they rested their foreheads together.

"I love you, Mr. Giles."

"I love you, Mrs. Giles."

He kissed her cheek as he rubbed the duck against her nose and her laughter echoed off the tiles.

(Squeak, squeak)