Estate Auction
It's a picture perfect Saturday morning in Sunnydale, CA. The sun is shining, birds are singing, you almost expect little talking Disney characters to come scampering across the lawn of S.H.S as you wait to pick Rupert up, except that with the Hellmouth and all, they'd probably have fangs.
You speed your favorite librarian over to an estate auction he's conned you into going to. Apparently, the late owner used to dabble in the occult and had a rather unique book collection Rupert wants to get his hands on. As you pull up to the house, you realize it's really more of a mansion, three stories tall and turreted. You enter and are handed a brochure listing all the items up for grabs and their locations for viewing. The books are located on the third floor turret room and the two of you climb the grand staircase to it.
The room is empty, much to Rupert's glee. "How many takers did you expect there to be on these kind of books?"
"Well in Sunnydale, you never know." Rupert smiles, "Actually, I had this vision of Ethan Rayne waltzing in and sweeping them right out from under me."
Rupert closes the door and begins to inspect the volumes. You sit on a crate and watch him "ooh" and "ah" like an excited little boy at Christmas. You suppress a laugh. Eventually he looks up at you, grinning widely. "Well," you ask.
"Yes well, this collection is definitely all it was made out to be."
"And now?"
"And now, I go down and put in the bid the Watcher's council authorized me to silently. It's far, far more I'm sure, than they were expecting and I tell them they have to take it now or risk my much lower bid in the auction." You smile and turn the doorknob. Nothing happens. You try a couple more times, jiggling the knob, but still nothing.
"Rupert, it's stuck."
"Let me have a go." He is equally successful. "Damn."
"What do we do?"
"Well, with all the bustle down there, they won't hear us shout down. They usually run by all the item locations just before the auction to make sure everyone knows it's started."
"Well great, so they'll find us then."
"Yes, but the auction isn't for another two hours."
"So, what do we do until then?"
Rupert smiles at you coyly, sits down on the floor, picks up a book and starts to read. You sigh, disappointedly and slide down the wall to the ground. You pull your knees to your chest, wrap your arms around them and lean your head down.
Soon you feel Rupert's strong hands move your hair aside and his lips press gently to your neck. You smile up at him. He caresses your face. You reach over and undo a few of his buttons, slipping your hand in to rub the soft hair on his chest. He leans in and kisses you again, softly at first but gradually harder and more demanding.
You press against him and he slips his hand around you and unzips your dress, peeling it from you like a fruit ripe for plucking. Rupert finishes undressing you with a speed you're afraid to ask how he acquired. You uncover his lean, toned body in a more leisurely manor, loving the feel of him under your exploring hands. He lays you down and lowers to you, his mouth lavishing attention on your breasts while his hand moves lower, equally generous.
Rupert moves his kisses back to your mouth and you feel his knee nudge its way between your own. You oblige him and he rewards you amply, filling you, flesh and soul. The entwining leaves you panting and trembling in each others arms as you faintly hear footsteps on the stairs.
"Shit," you say in unison, scrambling for clothing as the footsteps grow louder, nearer, louder, nearer. There is a knock on the door.
"Is anybody in there?"
"Yes," Rupert calls back, "The door seems to be jammed."
"Sorry about that, damn thing always sticks, stand back." You hear a couple of dull thuds and then the door pops open. One of the auction ushers pokes his head in. "It's about to start."
"Great, thank you. Be right down," Rupert says. The usher looks at you kind of strangely. He props the door open and exits. Rupert pulls your bra out from behind his back and tosses it to you. You stuff it in your handbag and toss him his boxer shorts. He folds them and puts them in his briefcase and you both exit, blushing, arm in arm.
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