A/N: Well, this is my first fic so be nice, please. Reviews are loved (:
Basically, this is a song-fic of Giles considering his feelings for Buffy. It doesn't really fit in anywhere with the series, since it's just a bit of fluff.
None of the characters belong to me, and neither does the song: it is by 'The Spill Canvas' and is called 'Lullaby'. You should check it out if you don't know it already.

It's the way that you blush when you're nervous,
It's your ability to make me earn this,
I know that you're tired,
Just let me sing you to sleep.

There were many things that he loved about Buffy Summers. He loved how, when she felt a little out of her depth, she would blush. When she thought she'd said something overly inappropriate, she would blush. On second thoughts, though, it occurred to him that she didn't care about how appropriate something was. She would just come out and say it. Yeah, that was another thing that he loved.

He loved how she was able to make him work for something. Whether she knew it or not, he would do anything for her. Anything that she asked, he would do. He was completely besotted by her, and the worst thing was that he knew he couldn't tell her. She saw him as a father, trusted him completely. It would break that trust if he went and told her just how he felt about her. No. She could never know how he felt; he would keep it to himself.

It's about you laugh out of pity,
'Cause let's be honest, I'm not really that funny,
I know that you're shy,
Just let me sing you to sleep.

Above all, Buffy was kind. He was a stuffy, British librarian and yet she still graced his corner of the school with her presence. When he made a joke, she laughed even as he cursed himself for saying something so stupid, so immature. If he could, he would listen to her laugh all day. For him, it was one of the most magical sounds, even if he was sure that she was laughing at him rather than with him. For her, he didn't mind.

If you need anything,
Just say the word,
I mean anything.

He would do anything for her. Wanted to do something for her, more than just 'being there for her'. It was such a shallow phrase these days, especially when she had such a tight-knit group of friends. Of all the people she knew, he felt sure that she wouldn't want to confide in him. Not her Watcher, the British one who she had to put up with.

Rest assured,
If you start to doze,
Then I'll tuck you in,
Plant my lips where your necklace is closed.

He wanted to be there for her, though. Wanted to fall asleep beside her every night and wake up beside her every morning. He wanted to tuck her in, kiss her goodnight even though the necklace she wore was a constant reminder to him of her 'love' for Angel.

It's those pills you don't need to take,
Medicating perfection,
Now that's a mistake.
I know that you're spent,
Just let me sing you to sleep.

When she was upset, he wanted to be the one that she turned to, confided in. When she was sick, he wanted to be the one to make her feel better. When she was tired, he wanted it to be his shoulder that she dozed on. When she was happy, he wanted to be the one who had caused that smile to light up her features.

He wanted to be her everything, like she was for him.

It's your finger and how I'm wrapped around it,
It's your grace and how it keeps me grounded,
I know that you're weak,
Just let me sing you to sleep.

It was becoming more and more obvious to him just how deep these feelings went. By now, he was well aware that she had him wrapped around her finger. He liked that. He liked how she had that effect on him, even if she didn't know it.

If you need anything,
Just say the word,
I mean anything.

Rest assured,
If you start to doze,
Then I'll tuck you in,
Plant my lips where your necklace is closed.

While you were sleeping,
I figured out everything,
I was constructed for you and you were moulded for me,
Now I feel your name coursin' through my veins,
You shine so bright it's insane,

You put the sun to shame.

It was true: he was constructed for her, and she was moulded for him. Maybe not in the romantic sense as he wanted it to be, but all his training had been geared towards helping her develop, survive, as a Slayer. In every sense, his life revolved around her. Going back to the Council had been the best thing that he'd ever done, because it had bought him to Buffy.

His own personal sun.

If you need anything,
Just say the word,
I mean anything.
(I really do)
Rest assured,
If you start to doze,
Then I'll tuck you in,
Plant my lips where your necklace is-

If you need anything,
Just say the word,
I mean anything.
Rest assured, if you start to doze,
Then I'll tuck you in,
Plant my lips where your necklace is closed.

Rupert Giles had come to the conclusion that he loved Buffy Summers.

A/N. Good? Bad? Horrible? It turned out a bit more angst-y than I had anticipated, and didn't quite have as much reason behind it but I'd been turning that idea over in my head for a little while now and I'm happy to have got it out (:
This was written as a one-shot, but I'm considering writing Buffy's feelings for Giles using the same song. What do you think? Maybe I should just leave writing well alone? Let me know (: