Band Candy
It is Giles' birthday and you are fixing him a batch of your grandmother's special secret recipe fudge. At least, you had hoped to. You've already made a mess of his kitchen, gotten all the other ingredients together only to discover you have no chocolate. He will be home soon and there is no time to run to the store. You begin to ransack cabinets. No luck. You try the fridge. You find a small box in the back of the bottom shelf containing 12 Coccoriffc chocolate bars. You can work with this. It won't make much, only enough for a small dish for Rupert. But, it will be enough.
The door opens and Rupert walks in. His hair is tussled and there are large brown dirt stains on the front of his tailored gray suit. He looks at you exhaustedly as he shuts the door.
You frown for him. "Rough night at the graveyard Love?"
"Remind me next time our local vampire contingent decides to recruit from the Sunnydale High Wrestling team to just dig up the graves one afternoon and burn the corpses then and there. I think I'm just going to shower and go to bed."
"Oh." You're disappointed, but you understand.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Oh, wait a second." You walk into the kitchen and then walk back out with a small bowl in hand. "Happy birthday."
"What?"
"It's after midnight. Happy birthday." He takes the bowl from your hands and looks inside. "They're homemade. It's not your only gift but, the rest will keep until tomorrow." Rupert smiles at you appreciatively. You can see him try to push down his tiredness and move toward you. "It's okay. Go take your shower and go to bed. I have to clean up the kitchen, then I'll be up." He smiles gently again, pops a chocolate in his mouth, then heads up the stairs.
All the dishes are scrubbed up and the counter has been wiped down. You enter the living room. You gasp and jump when you see Rupert standing there. "Gosh, you scared me." He gets a wicked grin. You notice, not unappreciatively, that he is clad only in blue jeans. His hair is still wet from the shower and is curling slightly. And, oh wow, is that an earring? You gulp at the sight of him. "I thought you were tired?"
"Nah, that shower seems to have woken me up. It's too early to be in bed." He gets that smile again. "At least, it's too early to be sleeping."
"Uh-huh." You approach him and put your hand to his forehead. "Are you feeling all right?"
Rupert clamps his hand to your back and pulls you to him roughly. "Rupert?"
He wiggles his eyebrows. "Call me Ripper." He kisses you passionately, his tongue delving into your mouth.
You push back from him. "Ripper?" Oh boy. "Would you, uh, would you excuse me for a minute?"
He kisses your neck, then nips it slightly and licks the mark left by his teeth. "Mmm-hmm," he murmurs against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Just don't take too long. It's my birthday and I want to unwrap my gift."
You pry yourself from his embrace and run upstairs to use the phone. "Buffy? It's me. What the hell is wrong with Giles? Has Willow been casting again?"
"What are you talking about? What's wrong with Giles?"
"He's acting, well extremely non-Giles like. He was all tired, now suddenly, he's not. His accent is different, he's wearing jeans and he's wearing an earring!"
"Oh man, has he been eating candy bars?"
"No. Well yes, kinda. I melted some chocolate bars I found to make him fudge for his birthday. But we're not talking Cornholio here, something is definitely different!"
"Is he also of the Uber-horny?"
"Uh...yeah, How'd you know?"
"Okay, Cliff Notes version, the candy bars were cursed. Giles is thinking like a teenager again. Don't panic, it wears off. How many candy bars did you use?"
"Twelve. And uh..." You see the bowl sitting on the nightstand and tip it towards you. It is empty. "He ate them all."
"Ah. Good thing tomorrow's Saturday. Just take care of him and please keep him inside. He's too old for Juvy."
You swear you can faintly hear the Moody Blues playing from downstairs. "That bad huh? Okay, thanks. Bye." You hang up in time to see Rupe...uh Ripper, ascending.
You are about to stand up when he walks to you and stands so close you have no room to lift up off the bed. You are eye level with his bare navel. You look up to find him leering at you. "See anything you fancy my love?"
"Uh, could you uh, give me a little room to get up here?"
Instead of moving back, he leans forward. You lean back to give him room and find yourself flat on your back on the bed with Ripper leaning over you, his weight balanced on his hands which lie just to the sides of your hips. "Why would I want to do that?"
You put your hands flat on his chest to push him away but find your resolve weakening at the feel of his skin under your palms. "You're not yourself Love. It's the fudge. I used your candy bars. I didn't know they were cursed!"
Ripper smiles wider. "My fault for not getting rid of the sodding things. Might as well take advantage of the situation."
"But, you're not thinking straight. I-I don't think that we should do..."
Suddenly, he pushes forward until his lips can touch yours. They take your own greedily and you realize you can fight him no more. Your hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders, to the back of his neck. You pull Ripper deeper into the kiss. He slips an arm under your back and pulls you farther up onto the bed, laying you to rest on the pillows there. Your hands move into his hair and he growls at your increased eagerness.
His hand has sneaked up the front of your t-shirt, unhooked the clasp of your bra there and is kneading your breast. Ripper brings his kisses to your neck. As he runs his tongue along the hollow of your throat, you moan and feel him smile against your skin. "Mmm, you like that don't you? Ask me nice and you'll get seconds."
You nibble on his left earlobe till he gets really into it and comfortable then, your teeth tug at the sliver hoop earring there. "Ooh!" He pulls back to look you in the eyes and you smile. He grinds the hardness under his jeans against your leg. He suddenly sits up, straddling your legs. Ripper grips the front of your t-shirt and yanks you up to meet his lips again. He kisses you hungrily, then leans back and pulls your t-shirt and bra up over your head, throwing them across the room.
Ripper rubs his palm across your chest and then gently pushes you down on your back. He claims a small kiss before sitting back up, his hands coming to undo your fly. His hands on your hips, he slips his fingers over the waistband of your jeans and begins to back off the bed, taking your pants and underwear with him.
He stands at the foot of the bed, his gaze devouring you. You can't help but cover your nakedness a bit under his intense scrutiny. Ripper smiles wickedly at that. His removes his pants and crawls back onto the bed, stretching up to lay alongside you. You're not looking at him. Your arms are crossed over your breasts. You are wondering just how much of your Rupert is here with you. "Hey now, none of that Love." His fingers gently circle your wrists. He moves one of your hands to the side and brings the other to rest against his bare thigh. "You don't have to be shy with me Love. You're a beauty." He bends and takes your nipple in his mouth, teasing it until your hands roam into his hair, urging him to move on. His mouth moves up to bathe your neck in kisses once more while his hand slowly runs down your stomach, between your legs and slipping down to tease your sex.
You part your legs a little, hoping he'll take the hint. He lifts his head and grins at you, eyebrow arched. "Eager little thing, aren't we?" You're not quite sure how to take that. You begin to blush a bit and are starting to feel uncomfortable with this situation. Ripper notices your uneasiness and realizes he's said something wrong. "I'm sorry Baby," he says smoothing your hair, kissing your cheek, "I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry. I guess you were right. I don't seem to be thinking too clearly tonight."
"Then maybe we should stop."
"No!"
You smile at his overenthusiastic reply. "Now who's the eager one?"
"Eager for you?" He kisses you lightly. "Mmm, me Love, always." Ripper's knees come between your own and he uses them to nudge your legs farther apart. As his kiss becomes deeper, he enters you slowly. He begins to pump gradually, working himself to a faster pace as he goes. Your hips are meeting his thrust for thrust. Your hands glide easily over the slight perspiration on his smooth back. Your fingers grip at his butt and he gasps against your throat. Your thighs tighten against his hips as your climax approaches. Your trembling pulls him along with you in your ecstasy. He lays on his back beside you and pulls you against his chest. You fall asleep with him stroking your hair.
You feel a shift on the pillow, then hear a soft, "Ow." You open your eyes, looking up to see Rupert pull the earring off gingerly, frown and then rub his earlobe. He looks down and finally notices you. He smiles shyly. "Morning."
"Mmm morning...Ripper." Rupert blushes at that.
"Rupert will be fine, if you please."
"Ah." You glance over at the clock. It is noon. "So Rupert, if you're planning to kill me, please do it before I wake up properly."
"Yes. That was uh...some fudge."
You kiss his chest. "I really am sorry about that."
He curls a finger under your chin. "Well, you didn't know. And I should have gotten rid of the damn things a long time ago." He smiles a bit mischievously. "Tell you what. I'll issue you a pardon on one condition."
You can't help but smile at the twinkle in his eyes. "What's that?"
"You help me to feel like I'm 16 again but without the chocolate this time."
Your smile gets wider. "That, I can *so* do." Rupert moves forward and kisses you.
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