Egypt
The sun is still sweltering as it begins to set behind the high ridges of the Valley of the Kings. From the artifact tent, Rupert Giles emerges in a loose white cotton shirt and pants and makes his way to where you sit. You are sketching on a pad of paper as you sit near the edge of Tutankhamen's long emptied tomb, gazing into the starry, rapidly purpling sky. He sits on the rocks behind and a little above you and begins to massage your neck, placing a kiss on the top of your hair.
You close the pad as you lose the final light of day and lean your back into his legs, your head resting on his stomach. His arms come around you in an embrace. For a while, you sit just that way, watching the stars come out and play against the clear sky, the ancient monuments silhouetted. As long as you've been here, it's still hard for you to reconcile this sight you've dreamt of seeing since you were a child. You'll both be going home in a few days and the whole thing still seems so surreal to you.
You hear Rupert shift behind you. Soon, his warm breath is at your ear, carrying his whisper. "I have something for you. Close your eyes." You obey and shortly thereafter feel cold metal around your neck. "All right, open them."
You do, and look down at the silver ankh on a silver chain which now hangs around your neck. "Oh Rupert. It's beautiful. Thank you."
"Well, I just wanted to be sure you'd have something to remember the trip by."
"As if I could ever forget. Every day spent scouring the ruins of a civilization that existed millennia before the earliest of my ancestors, I have record of, were even born. Every night wrapped in the arms of the man I love more than anything else on the planet. I think this whole experience can be safely considered indelible."
Rupert smiles. "Well, with the dig and all, we've been kind of relegated to one place. We have one weekend left my Love." He goes back to massaging your shoulders. "What would you still like to see?"
"Hmm, let me think." You consider your favorite books on the region, both historical and mythological. Trying to think of the few things you'd really regret not having been to when you were here. "Oh wait. I know." You turn to face him, eyes sparkling. "Can we please go explore the Temple of Hatshepsut? I know we saw it briefly but we didn't really get to go look around it and..."
He puts his finger to your lips and smiles. "Shh, anything you like my Love. It's a date." You smile and kiss him.
Shortly thereafter, you retire to your tent. Rupert falls quickly into an exhausted sleep after the days activities. You pull the cover up over the both of you in the now cool night air. As Rupert's arms come around you in his sleep, you doze off.
Though you set off together at dawn, it is almost noon before you reach the sprawling temple. It is unexpectedly and blissfully free of other tourists, a rarity to be sure Rupert's friend Rashid, the leader of your dig, assures you. After asking if you two will be all right, he drives off on his way to Luxor, promising to pick you back up at dusk. You take Rupert's hand and begin to lead him giddily toward the temple. He is smiling fondly at your enthusiasm.
You notice this. "What are you grinning at?"
"Oh nothing. You I suppose. You're very adorable when you're being adventurous."
You arch an eyebrow, "Uh-huh. Okay, tell me Hellmouth Guy, we've been here for weeks."
"Yes?"
"And no sign of a nice decrepit, foot dragging, curse bringing, killer mummy anywhere. Disappointed or relieved?"
Rupert smiles. "Relieved actually. Been there done that. Though she was Incan not Egyptian. And she tried to kiss me."
"What?"
"I assure you it's perfectly true."
You fold your arms across your chest and feign indignation. "Mummy gigolo."
"Don't worry, she was only trying to kill me. Nothing sensual about it."
"Ah, well that's good to know I guess."
Rupert suddenly looks past you over your shoulder, his expression growing tense. "Oh dear, it seems we spoke too soon!"
"What?!" You pivot so fast you nearly fall over, expecting a real life Karloff in full smell and strangle-o-vision. You, however, see only the sunlight bathing the ancient stone in a golden cast.
You turn back to see Rupert smiling Cheshire-style. "Made you look." He crinkles his nose and winks at you. You move your arm as if to slip it around his waist. Instead, you swat him on the butt as hard as you can. "Ow!" he jumps.
"Bad Rupert, no cookie."
"Why you..."
You take off running for the temple entrance. You know you're gonna get it when he catches you, but you can hardly breathe you're giggling so bad. You turn a corner and press yourself up against the wall. You soon realize, you're hearing no footsteps or movement of any kind, just the wind blowing through the temple. A bit worried by this, the smile fades from your lips and you come out from around the corner. "Rupert?" Nothing but your own voice echoing. "Rupert?" you call a little more loudly. Suddenly, arms grip you around the waist and hoist you into the air.
"You have defiled the temple and will be sacrificed in penance!"
"Rupert!" You're laughing as he slings you over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down! You're being silly!"
"Oh no, no escape for you little one. You're to be my sacrifice."
"A virgin sacrifice?"
"Oh yes," his hand is on the back of your thigh, moving steadily up your leg, "those are the best kind." He carries you a little farther into the temple.
The steady sway of his step mingled with the stuffy desert air is not being conducive to your equilibrium in your upside down position. "Ooh Rupert, you really do have to put me down. I'm so dizzy."
"I'm sorry." He slides you down his front gently. You feel your feet touch the ground but your knees refuse to lock to support you and you begin to slump. He clasps you against his front and eases down into a sitting position. Rupert pulls you into his lap and cradles you there. "You okay?"
"Yes," it comes out much weaker and quieter than intended. "I just need a minute, for my head to clear." He brushes your hair from your face and rubs your back, comfortingly. Once your focus comes back to you, you realize your head is now laying on Rupert's shoulder, his neck mere centimeters from your mouth. You lean forward and kiss his throat lightly.
"Feeling better?" Your only answer is your mouth on his neck again, a bit more enthusiastic this time. "Oh that's um, that's very nice." You hand moves over his chest, undoing a few buttons and slipping inside to rub the warm hair covered skin there. Rupert is now practically purring. The hand he has been resting chastely on your knee begins to massage its way up to your inner thigh. As your fingernail grazes his nipple, he squeezes your thigh. You move your lips to his.
Rupert's fingers dance down the front of your blouse, freeing your skin to his touch. He pushes your arms away from him for a moment to send your top and bra to the ground. Your hands return to his shirt, finishing their task of opening and removing it. He eases you down off his lap and lays you back on his discarded shirt. He removes your shoes, socks, trousers and panties, each teasingly slow. He kisses you quickly, then stands to take off his pants.
His eyes meet yours as he unfastens himself. Then just before he pushes the material down, Rupert's gaze drops shyly. Your heart flutters. Damn you love this man. When his eyes find yours again, you cast a slow appraising glance up and down his glorious bare body. "Well well Professor Giles, I believe that is the most well preserved obelisk in all of antiquity." That gets a true blush out of him. You smile.
Rupert lays down beside you, his hand brushing across your chest as his mouth rediscovers your own. He slips a hand to the back of your neck, his fingers gently rubbing into your hair. He brings his body over yours and readjusts your legs with his hand. He enters you in perfect unity. You luxuriate in the feel of his smooth back underneath your sensitized palms as he works himself inside you. You feel yourself approaching climax. A light nip at his earlobe brings Rupert over with you. He moans your name against your cheek.
When his breathing calms, he gathers you to his chest as he sits up against the wall. You look up at him. "So, did the sacrifice appease your Gods?"
"I don't know about them," he pants, "but I am thoroughly appeased."
"Glad to hear it."
"We should probably get dressed. We don't have a lot of time left if you want to explore." You lick his neck and run your hand down his chest, slowly. "What are you doing?"
You smile up at him. "Exploring." Rupert returns your smile and gently lays you back down.
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