Months have passed and you would think that things would be boring and normal, but not so much. My parents moved out of Sunnydale, insisting they had better jobs waiting on the other side of the earth, and Buffy was in Los Angeles with her dad, so that left Xander, Cordelia, Giles and I here in Sunnydale to bury the Master, and fight what little evil there was. I honestly planned on this summer being the busiest I had, but as stated above, the most exciting thing to happen was burying the Master. I have to admit though, it was fun. Giles chanted in some other language, and we got to wear robes, but other than that no demons to speak of.
What I didn't count on was what happened after that. Xander was doing..well who knows what he was doing, so I had a lot of time alone with Giles in the library researching the possible threat in town. One day, as we were researching something went all wonky. It was actually subtle, I was pouring through a book on magicks and Giles walked up beside me, his hand gently brushing mine when he went to reach for another book. At first, when my body warmed to his touch, I thought I was losing my mind, but then it happened again, but this time he was trying to get my attention, a simple touch on my shoulder and all the air in the room was gone and my breath was quickening.
I don't know why his touch seemed to do this to me. He was my mentor, and so much wiser than I was, but everytime he touched me something flowed through me I started to get hot and I couldn't sit still. This went on for weeks of course, I wasn't about to tell him what I was feeling, that is until he actually caught a glimpse of something I was writing. He of course thought I was making notes on the research I was supposed to be doing, but no, I was doodling our names together. I could see the panic in his eyes, probably the fear that I was planning his and my wedding as I sat there, but he didn't dare chastise me for my doodles. Instead he went into his office and shut the door sitting silently at his desk for the longest time.
After about an hour I started to worry, so I knocked on his door. Reluctantly he motioned for me to come in and then proceeded to attempt to "let me down easily." I know he only meant well, that he cared about my well being, but part of me just wanted to shake him. I could see that he didn't want to say the things he was, but because of the way society looked down on younger women dating, or loving older men he couldn't see caring about me. I wasn't going to push, let him believe what he wants, I just let him have his way. Honestly it was for the better, I wouldn't have to explain to Buffy, Xander and well anyone else if they caught me with him.
A couple more weeks passed, he would cast glances in my direction and I would in his, but neither of us would say anything. It was one late night researching and I reached for a book on the table next to him and our hands once again brushed against each other, I don't remember much after that its all a blur. The next thing I remember is I am sitting in his lap and our lips are pressed firmly against each others in a deep and passionate kiss. I found myself melting into his arms, his touch lighting me on fire. That was the only kiss we had shared, mostly because of the embarassment that Giles felt.
A week or so more went by, he would avoid me unless he needed to ask something and I would avoid him...or rather we would be in the same area of the room and not even speak. I couldn't take it anymore. I cornered him in his office, took a deep breath and let it all out. Or rather I just asked the one question that has been bothering me for the last couple weeks. "Giles, how can you kiss me like that then run away and not talk about it? Why do you keep pushing me away?"