Interruptions
You are in the kitchen of Rupert Giles' apartment, filling a glass of water, watching him as he sits on the sofa, talking to Buffy. You are just managing not to laugh, though you can't seem to rid yourself of the ear to ear grin on your face that Giles' occasional glare is promising retribution for.
The two of you were supposed to have a nice evening alone. Rupert prepared an excellent meal that the two of you consumed at a leisurely pace over candlelight. Afterwards, you settled on his sofa finishing off your glasses of smooth wine and starting some heavy-duty necking that promised so much more.
That's when the first knock came upon the door. It was Xander. He and Anya had just had a big argument and he'd come to get Giles' advice as to what to do. Noting smugly that Giles had needed to put a pillow over his lap in order to address the boy without embarrassing himself, you decided to get a head start on the dishes to give them some privacy.
Giles had no sooner gotten rid of Xander, came into the kitchen and began placing kisses on the back of your neck as you stood with your hands in the soapy water, when you heard the next knock. This time it was Anya. She'd been crying her head off and had come to talk to you for some womanly advice. You took up position on the couch and Giles finished off the dishes while you calmed her down and tried to cheer her up.
When Anya left, you'd had just enough time to stand and begin to approach the kitchen, when there was another knock on the door. Willow desperately needed some advice on a spell that she was hoping to try with her coven the next day. That's when you went upstairs and changed out of your elegant little black dress and into denim shorts and a sweatshirt, deciding to get a jump on the laundry. Rupert rolled his eyes when he saw you. The final proof that his wonderfully planned evening for just the two of you had come crashing down in a flaming pile of wreckage.
You took your time in the basement, loading all the clothes into the machine. You heard the door shut upstairs and almost took off running to get back to Giles. Before you were even halfway up the stairs however, you heard another knock on the door, followed by the sound of Buffy's voice. You went back down only to discover that there was no more detergent in the basement.
Once again you hiked up the stairs. You waved to Buffy who was sitting on the sofa with Giles. Rupert was looking very much like someone with cancer of the puppy. You shuffled around, getting the box of detergent from the hall closet. You stopped off in the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. That's when the humor of the situation hit you. The whole evening has been like some sort of Hellmouthian Keystone Cops routine. It would be hilarious if the timing didn't suck so much. From the looks Rupert is casting your way, you can see that he has not yet found the funny. You take your water and your soap and head back down into the basement.
As you are setting the dials on the washer, you feel that you are not alone. You turn around only to be shoved gently against the machine as Rupert embraces you tightly, plundering your mouth with his own. Your drink falls off the washer, spilling the water and breaking the glass. Rupert lifts you upon the machine, struggling to rid you of your clothing. You are having an equally difficult time undressing him in a hurry. In your rush, you slip off the machine, falling into his arms with a loud "eep!" and landing on the floor with Rupert in an undignified, half-naked sprawl.
Suddenly you hear knocking on the basement door. "Hey what's going on down there?!"
"Buffy don't come down here!" Rupert sounds nearly panicked. You can't keep from laughing a moment more. You press your face against his bare chest to muffle the sound. He tickles your ribs to make you stop. Instead, it makes you squeal. Loudly.
Buffy, locked into superhero mode, must have decided it sounded like the two of you were in some kind of trouble. She kicks open the door and rushes down the stairs. When she reaches the bottom, she finally looks up and gulps. For the first time, you are happy you were having such a time getting each other's clothes off because it means she is only seeing the two of you half embarrassed to death.
"Oh. Oh boy! Sorry! Giles I can talk to you tomorrow. I think I need to go home now. And boil my eyeballs! Geez, why didn't you just say something?!" She runs up the stairs as though an army of vampires were on her trail. You hear the front door slam shut.
Rupert laughs gently against your hair. "I hope she locked the bloody thing." He moves his hand deeper into your hair and pulls you to him in a passionate kiss…
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