Vase Desires
It is May and hotter than Hades in Sunnydale. You are wearing a sundress of thin material, an outfit just within the standards of the faculty dress code. The last bell rings and you make your way to the library. When you open the doors, you hear a string of British curses and see a blur of flesh tones which finally focuses into Rupert Giles standing stark naked in front of you. His only saving grace is a large frosted glass vase.
"Um, What the Hell are you doing?"
"Don't start. Just help me!"
"Help you? You um, have something you'd like me to hold for you?" You are barely containing your snicker.
"Oh yes, bloody amusing. Don't just stand there and sightsee, find me some clothes!" You loose the battle not to laugh as he nervously tries to put his hands in pockets that are no longer there. "Have you quite finished? Are you going to help me or not?"
"In a few minutes," he is blushing to his toenails, "I want to hear this story first."
"After!"
You fold your arms over your chest and sit on the corner of the table, jarring the vase which he grabs and steadies in a panic. "First."
"You know, I think I'll just spend the night in my office, forget our evening together, maybe sneak home under cover of darkness."
"You'd make quite a tempting taste treat for any passing vampires."
"Better them than you apparently."
"Hey! That was below the belt."
"Yes well as I don't have a belt just now, all bets are off."
You maneuver yourself between him and his office door. "Well I bet I get the story out of you now. The kids said they'd be here in five minutes and I'm not letting you into your office until I hear it."
The sound of Xander laughing loudly as he approaches sends Rupert into a full-blown panic. He rushes forward. You stand your ground. Rupert is far too much of a gentleman to stampede over you no matter how angry, isn't he? He never slows and just as you brace for impact, he hoists you over his shoulder and races into the office. He stands you on your feet and closes the blinds. He slams and locks the door, turns off the light and cringes as the kids enter and call his name.
You tap him on the shoulder. "Story now?"
"No," he whispers. You inhale loudly, ready to shout and alert the children to his presence. He kisses you to keep you quiet. Just as you are thinking of relenting and contemplating the bonus side of being alone in a darkened room with a naked Giles, he yanks hard on the front of your sundress, breaking its thin straps and tearing the material. This leaves you wearing only panties, a strapless bra, and a shocked expression. He is grinning wickedly. "Rupert!"
"Shh, do you want them to see you like this?" You are steaming and give no answer. "Well you didn't actually give me much choice."
"I hope you enjoyed it then. Now we are both stuck." You turn your back to him.
He nuzzles the back of your neck. "I can think of something we can do to pass the time more pleasantly."
"Yes?"
"Mmm-hmm," he kisses your ear, "we can read."
"I will kill you." He laughs and places kisses on your shoulder. "That's nice," you say as he unhooks your bra and rubs your back. You turn and begin placing tiny kisses along his jawline. He holds you tighter. A loud rap on the door has you jumping apart like teenagers getting caught necking on the sofa. You see shadows move to the blinds on Giles' window. The kids are trying to see in. Rupert hits the ground and pulls you along with him.
"Rupert!"
"Shh, they'll hear you."
It suddenly occurs to you that you are sitting on his naked lap with only the thin silk of your panties between the two of you. It's not enough, although in one respect, it's too much. You squirm to move off of him but his hand on your thigh holds you there tightly. "Rupert, let me go," you whisper.
"No."
"Come on, I'm trying to be a good girl here."
He turns your chin to face him. "Oh I never said you had to be good, just quiet." He leans over and kisses you tenderly. His hand has ventured under the leg of your panties and is sneaking them down your legs. You can now feel his erection pressed against your bare bottom.
"Rupert?"
"Shh," he says kissing you again. "Quiet," he whispers huskily as he lays you back on the floor. He eases out from under you, pillows your discarded sundress under your head and lays down alongside you. He is running his callused fingers across your breasts, his thumb circling the nipple until it hardens. His erection is like fire pressed against your thigh. His hand moves down over your abdomen, tracing spirals around your navel. He is watching your reactions so carefully, seemingly amazed at how responsive you still are to his touch.
You want him to kiss you but are unwilling to shatter this perfect quiet moment. Then you realize you don't have to. You open your mouth and inhale as if to speak. He quickly covers your mouth with his own, his tongue taming yours into submission.
You hand moves up his back and over his shoulder, pressing him tighter against you. Rupert smiles against your mouth and positions himself over you, keeping his weight on his elbows. You part your legs a little more to give him room. His hand leads the way as he begins to stroke your secret spot, building you higher and higher. Your mouth is pressed against his shoulder to muffle your uncontrollable moans of pleasure. When he feels you nearing release, Giles stops his ministrations. He calms you a bit, then enters you. You climb back up and go over the edge together. You come down in each others arms as you hear the kids leave.
"So, am I ever going to hear why you were streaking in the library?" He kisses your nose. "Rupert?"
He smiles. "Can I just say that some spell contents are a little more toxic then others and leave it at that?"
You smile back. "For now. We still have a little time before it gets dark."
"We do."
"How will we pass the time?"
"I'm sure we'll think of something...creative." He kisses you on the lips as his hand starts to wander once more...
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