Lollipop, Lollipop
With no pending doomsdays on the horizon, you are idly sucking on a lollipop and reading a book of Greek Myths at the table in the Sunnydale High library. As you are twirling the chocolate goodness between your lips, you get the distinct feeling of having three sets of eyes upon you. You pull the sucker from your mouth with a popping sound, and the knees of Oz, Xander, and Rupert Giles hit the underside of the table with loud dull thuds. You look up, a bit startled by the noise. Giles clears his throat and lowers his eyes. Xander and Oz look to each other nervously, stand with their books held in front of them, and retreat into the stacks.
Your cheeks begin to color as you realize just what had been going on in the room as you innocently enjoyed your candy. Your eyes have fallen back on your book, even though you aren't reading. You can feel Rupert's intense gaze on you again. You decide to have a little fun with him this time. You use the stick to move the candy in and out of your mouth, running your tongue around it's perimeter. You look up and hold his eyes as you once again pull the sucker from your lips with a pop. He groans, lustily and you can't suppress a giggle.
You cover your mouth with your hand. Rupert stands, slowly and walks to your side. He sits next to you and puts his arm around your shoulders, whispering in your ear. "Could you come into my office please? There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Rupert I'm reading." You resume your creative non-reading, trying not to crack up again as you hear the heaviness of his breaths. You finish off the sucker with a few more suggestive licks and deposit the stick in the waste basket under the table.
Rupert leans close to you again, his lips nearly touching your ear. "All right now, you listen to me. You're being an incredible tease and it's just not fair, so I'll give you a choice. You can either come into my office with me so that I can ravish you properly, or I will do it right on top of this table here and let those boys in the stacks see how it is done."
You turn to him, centimeters separating your lips. "You wouldn't dare."
He looks at you with desire-glazed eyes. "Today would be the wrong day to make that bet." His hand comes to cover your knee, inching under the hem of your skirt. "Well?"
You stand up and smile as he nearly jumps to his feet to join you. You walk very slowly towards his office door and turn to face him. "You know, I just had a thought."
"Yes?"
"I suppose I could always just go on home."
"W-what? D-do you want to go?"
You smile and enter his office in answer. He rushes in behind you. Rupert moves around the room like a madman, locking the door and shutting the blinds. He turns to see you watching him with amusement, and smiles, wickedly.
"Something funny?"
"Just you," you try not to tremble as he begins a deliberate stride towards you.
He grabs your arms, his breath hot on your skin as he runs his tongue along the pulse of your neck. "So I'm funny?"
"S-sometimes." His hand has come to the zipper of your skirt and is starting to lower it. His lips are nibbling your earlobe and jawline, rapidly liquefying your skeletal structure. "Though this wouldn't be one of those times."
Your skirt drops to the floor. He sends your panties sailing down after them, and then moves his hand to undo your blouse's buttons. Rupert finally brings his mouth to yours You push his jacket off of his shoulders and start on his buttons. You graze your fingernails down his bare chest and he purrs against your mouth. He removes your shirt and reaches for the back of your bra. "Front...front..." you breathe as you reach down to undo his fly.
"God you're helpful when properly motivated aren't you?" He unhooks the front clasp of your bra and it joins the pile of clothes on your floor.
"Rupert...are you going to talk or are you going to f..." he kisses you hard on the lips as he lifts you out of your shoes and the clothes at your feet and carries you over to the wall. Your legs embrace his hips and, using the wall for support, he thrusts up into you. You break away from his lips, gasping at the fullness within you.
He places tender kisses down your throat as he continues to rock faster and faster. The pleasure is building within you, producing a high keening noise which you are trying to muffle against his shoulder. He is smiling and starting to moan as he nears his own release. Your head lulls back against the wall and a shuddering sigh accompanies your climax. He pumps twice more and joins you, loudly. You kiss him hurriedly to cover the noise.
As he begins to come down, his lips more actively engage yours. You slide gently to your feet, holding the kiss. A loud rap on the door breaks the kiss, and nearly gives you a heart attack. "Yes?" He keeps you enfolded in his arms, his hand stroking the side of your breast.
"Giles," Xander calls, "you uh, you guys okay in there?"
He looks to you, incredulously. You lean your head against his chest and giggle softly. "Xander, I'm giving you till the count of three to get away from the door and leave the library or I promise you will never find sanctuary in the utility closet again."
"Um, I see your point. I'm gone."
"I see your point too," you smile up at him.
"You're the frisky one once you get going aren't you?"
"You complaining?" You kiss his chest.
"No. Not at all. Just commenting."
"Don't comment, just f..." he kisses you again and lowers you to the floor...
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