Lessons
You are sitting in the library on the edge of the large table. You are waiting for Rupert and in the meantime have been helping the kids with suggestions on subjects for their book reports. Suddenly Rupert comes jogging through the doors. All the kids are up on their feet in moments. You just smile at him.
"What is it Giles?!" Buffy asks. He doesn't look at her, instead making his way to you, shedding his jacket on the floor carelessly as he approaches. "Giles?" He reaches your knees and you part them just enough to allow him to step closer. His arms come around you briskly and he crushes you to him in a kiss that could set off the sprinkler system.
The kids stand shocked, watching the two of you making out unabashedly in the middle of the library, right in front of them. "This has got to be a spell!" Buffy says.
"Oh yeah." Xander answers, looking no less surprised but watching rather intently.
Rupert takes your hand in his and places it on his chest. You smile against his lips and begin to undo the buttons of his shirt. You open the shirt and run your hands over his chest, pushing the garment off, over his shoulders. Giles hand creeps up under your skirt to rub the outside of your thigh.
"GILES!" Buffy's voice is as close to panic as you have ever heard it.
"Uh, um...guys, maybe we should g-go?" Willow suggests.
"Uh-huh!" You hear the sound of three sets of feet retreating, and then the sound of Buffy locking the library doors so that no one walks in on the two of you.
Rupert smiles and pulls back, continuing to rub your thigh. You quirk an eyebrow at him and ask, "So, now are you going to tell me what the big show was for?" You are smiling.
"Thanks for helping Love. They keep coming in here and using the place for illicit encounters, not exactly mindful of who is forced to look on. I thought a little taste of their own medicine might make them think twice next time."
A thought occurs to you and you push Rupert back, smoothing down your skirt and hopping down from the table. "So, they were grossing you out and you figured making out with me in front of them would gross them out in return? Gee, thanks." You head for the doors only to be pulled back to Rupert's chest by his grip on your wrist.
"What are you doing?"
"Being really really mad at you and leaving, in that order. Now let me go."
"No." His eyes are intense as he tries to explain himself. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that."
You're not listening to his apology. "I said to let me go."
Rupert smiles wickedly...Rippery. "I said no." He begins kissing your neck, licking and nipping his way up to your earlobe.
You close your eyes, seconds from your knees giving way. "You'd better." You are so breathless, it comes out barely above a whisper, and rather unconvincing.
"Make me," he growls and moves his mouth to yours once more. Just as your knees lose the ability to keep you upright, he picks you up and turns, sitting you on the table top again. He uses his hands to part your knees and steps between them. He quickly divests you of your blouse and bra, his lips never leaving yours as he does it. Rupert's hand pushes your skirt up, and this time doesn't rest on your thigh, but continues up until he reaches the leg of your panties. He grips this and uses it to work it down your legs.
Your own hands follow the trail of hair on his chest down to his navel and begin to undo his fly. Once he has stripped you of your panties, Rupert's hand moves to help you quicken the process. Soon his pants and boxers are bunched at his knees. He is kissing your shoulder. You are rubbing his bare bottom, encouraging him closer to you. He fleetingly kisses your cheek, your forehead, your chin. Then he moves his lips to your own again as he enters you. He is building you up quickly. Your legs wrap around the back of his thighs in an attempt to bring him further into you. You have one hand in his hair and the other continuing to massage the smooth skin of his ass. He is nuzzling at your neck, one hand rubbing stroking your cheek while the other one slips down to pet between your bodies. The sensation sends you spiraling over into climax, taking Rupert along with you.
When you become aware again, you are laying side by side in a panting, tangled heap on top of the table. You look up at him. He brushes your hair back from your face and smiles down at you, kissing your forehead and wrapping you in his arms. "So," you say, licking your lips, "you think the kids learned their lesson?"
"I certainly hope not. That way, we will just have to show them again."
"Well, next time I could always take your pants off in front of them instead of your shirt." The look of shock on Rupert's face is priceless...
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