Sleep
"Rupert?" You enter the library at Sunnydale High School. There is no answer and the room looks empty. You take a quick look up at the stacks and then head over to Giles' office. You find him there, slouched over his desk, sleeping. You gently pull the skewed glasses from his face and brush your hand through his hair, smiling as he starts to snore a little.
You hear the kids enter the library, laughing and talking. You quickly jog out the door, shushing as you go. "Geez, calm down. You'd think this was a library."
You smile at Xander. "Unless the apocalypse is right on your heels, I want you guys out of here. He needs his sleep."
Buffy assists in herding them away and even puts up the Library Closed sign as they exit. You make your way back into the office and frown as you see Rupert yawn and stretch. "Was that the children I heard?"
"Nope. It was a figment of your imagination. As I am a figment. In fact, we are all figments here and we have all kinds of figmenty things to do so you should go back to sleep." He smiles at you as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, blearily.
"You're a strange woman."
"Ah yes. Price of living on the Hellmouth. Slim pickings."
"Suppose so. Have you been here long?"
"No unfortunately or I would have locked the door and you would still be napping."
"Sleeping on the job you mean."
"Job ended at three Rupert. Why do you think the kids came in?"
"It's three?"
"It's almost five."
"Bloody Hell!"
"What? How long have you been sleeping?"
"Since about ten if I recall correctly."
"Well good. I mean, I'm surprised, but pleasantly so. You never sleep Rupert and you need to more often."
He crooks his finger underneath your chin and looks at you fondly. "Well there are some nights I go to bed early. I'm just not thinking about sleep when I do it."
"Well you naughty boy." You grin. "Tonight is going to be different. Tonight I am putting you to bed."
He smiles a naughty smile, like he is thinking about something he knows to keep to himself. "That's um, that's quite likely not going to work as I have had about a seven hour nap."
"We'll see."
You both get to his apartment just before sundown. You sit him down to eat and tell him to give you a half an hour to get things ready. When he finishes dinner, he takes his plates to the sink and begins to wash them. You embrace him from behind and turn off the faucet. "What are you doing?"
"Those will keep. I have better plans for the hot water." He turns to you, obviously intrigued. "Come on." You lead him up to the bedroom. "Get undressed." You slip behind the door of the bathroom and turn the faucet on in the tub.
When you open the door, Rupert is standing there, naked. You blush a bit, then regain your composure and lead him by the hand into the bathroom. "Get in the tub."
"I love it when you're forceful."
"Just get in the tub smart guy." He does. You can see him almost instantly relax as the warm, sudsy water takes the tension out of his muscles. His eyes are closed. You quickly slip out of your clothes and into the water behind him. Your legs come around either side of him.
He leans his head back on your chest and opens his brilliant green eyes to look at you. "Hello Love." You smile and kiss his forehead. Taking a sponge, you run it over his shoulders, down his back, across his arms and around his chest. He captures your arms just then, prolonging the hug. You kiss his wet shoulderblade and snuggle against the back of his head. After a few moments, he releases you. You carefully step out of the tub and ask him to do the same. He does and you towel him off, which he definitely seems to like.
You lead him back into the bedroom and lay him down, stomach first, on the bed. You put a towel down over his adorable butt and retrieve a bottle of massage oil from the nightstand. You climb onto the bed, sitting on same said adorable butt as you tip the bottle and watch its contents roll over the smooth skin of his back. Sitting the bottle back on the nightstand, you slide your hands into the jasmine-scented oil, rubbing and kneading the supple skin beneath them. Rupert is sighing in contentment.
After a few minutes, you whisper his name and get no answer. You move to his side and use the towel to wipe the excess oil from his back. As you lay on the pillow beside him, his eyes open and he smiles at you gently. "Darn. I thought you were asleep," your voice is soft. You reach out and brush back a hair from his forehead. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. He holds your gaze as he kisses the palm.
You quirk a smile at him. "Well, I do have one plan left to put you to sleep."
"Oh?" He kisses each one of your fingertips.
"Yeah." You lean forward, your lips almost touching his. "I'm just going to have to wear you out."
He grins. "That's a very good plan." He kisses you with the energy of a well-rested man. Something tells you it's going to be a long, long night.
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