Conference
You are trying to wake fully up while drinking a cup of coffee and also trying to keep your car on the road. Rupert Giles took a flight out to London this morning. He'll be gone a week to a demonology symposium. Even without his place on the council, he is still a scholar of note on the subject. He invited you along but you didn't think you could get off of work. Instead, the two of you stayed up most of the night...tiding yourselves over for the week. Now you're sure he's napping on the plane while you're just trying not to veer sleepily off the road.
You decide you need some music to help you make it to work and open your glove box to find a cassette to listen to. When you look, you do indeed find a cassette, taped to the door with a note. "Play me" it says in Rupert's handwriting. You unfasten it and pop it in, turning up the volume. Soon a light guitar strum fills your car, followed by Rupert's wonderful voice.
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you;
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home every day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.
I'll pretend that I'm kissing
the lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home every day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.
All my loving I will send to you.
All my loving, darling I'll be true.
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you;
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home every day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.
All my loving I will send to you.
All my loving, darling I'll be true.
All my loving, All my loving ooh,
All my loving I will send to you."
Grinning ear to ear, you drive for a bit more, rewinding the tape and listening again. Instead of taking the offramp toward your job, you continue on the freeway...toward the airport. You fish your emergency cell phone out of your purse and call your work. When the receptionist answers, you give your name. "Yes, I need to speak to scheduling. I've had something come up."
"Well Rupert, that's all very interesting but how did you become such an expert in Fyral demons? I mean, you're living in California now yes? I was under the impression they rarely made it that far west."
Rupert Giles simply smiles knowingly at his older colleague from Chicago. "Trust me Jack, I know more about Fyral demons than I ever intended to. I'll see you at the lycanthropy lecture tomorrow?"
The older man nods and shakes his hand, leaving Rupert to unlock his suite. He turns on the light and shuts the door behind him, pulling off his jacket, tie and shirt on his way to the bedroom. When he opens his bedroom door, he notices the bed already has an occupant.
You lay bare beneath his covers, curling up with his pillow as you sleep. His sharp gasp wakes you from your slumber. Your eyes open to find him gazing at you. You smile at him sleepily and pull yourself into a sitting position. Rupert rushes to your side, crushing you to him and kissing you wildly. You're giggling between smooches. His hands come to gently cup your face.
"I thought you couldn't get the time?"
You smile. "Let's just say a certain song made me realize I should make the time."
He begins kissing you anew. "I'll have to sing for you more often."
As he eases you down on the bed, you smile. "You certainly will."
He reaches over and turns off the light. His lips are dancing down the side of your neck when you hear him start to lightly sing:
"There's things that you guess
And things that you know
There's boys that you can trust
And girls that you don't
There's little things you hide
And little things that you show
Sometimes you think you're gonna get it
But you don't and that's just the way it goes..."
"Rupert!" You hear him laugh as his mouth goes back to taking care of more urgent matters.
The song "All My Loving" by the Beatles
The song "I Want Your Sex" by George Michael
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