One Week: Early Sunday Morning
You awake with the rivaling sensations of male human warmth surrounding you, and an early morning chill in the air, biting at your skin. And while last night might have provided sufficient distraction from the fact that you were lying naked on hay, this morning you are uncomfortably aware of it. You finally blink your eyes open. Looking between the boards in the barn wall, you can tell it's daylight out. It also seems to be overcast, which isn't hard for you to believe after the downpour the two of you'd been caught in.
You turn your attention to your handsome companion. Even as he sleeps, his face remains tilted down toward your own while a small smile plays on his lips. You can't help but smile yourself. This certainly was a more interesting choice than the postal museum.
As if sensing your appraisal, Rupert Giles opens his eyes and focuses on you. "Morning Love."
"Morning." The spell of silence having been broken, you now begin to worry a little about the fact that you are in an abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere, naked with a man you haven't known for even twenty-four hours. He squeezes you tightly and kisses your lips, deftly quieting your uneasiness for the moment.
He slides his hands up and down your arms. "It really is quite cold this morning isn't it?"
You nod shyly. Unembarrassed, he stands and walks over to the railing where he'd hung your clothes to dry the night before. He slips his boxer shorts on and brings you your shirt. When you've put it on, he extends a hand down to help you up. He leads you back to the rail and you both finish dressing.
Once outside the barn, Rupert wraps your arm around his and you continue down the path you were on the night before.
"Have you any idea where we're going," you ask.
"I don't think it will be too difficult to find the way back to town so long as we follow the path. We can get a cab back to your hotel from there. How long are you in Bath for?"
"Just till next weekend."
He pouts almost imperceptibly. "So soon?"
You smile. "Hey, poor girls have to work to save up for trips like these. Or in my case, go back to work to finish paying off trips like these. Wish I hadn't paid the extra money for the package tour now though." You give his arm squeeze. "All the best stuff in Bath certainly wasn't in the brochure."
"Best stuff like vampires?" he teases.
"Say what you will about the nasty undead. Right now, I'm still ranking them above the postal museum."
He chuckles. "Well, I'll do my best to get you back to your hotel room while it's still early enough that you can get a decent sized nap in. After that…well… I'd like to take you out on a proper tour of the city followed by dinner. That is, if you'd enjoy…"
"I'd love it. I'm even willing to skip the nap if you'd like to get an earlier start. Once I've made use of that oversized tub at the hotel and had a change of clothes, I'd be happy to spend the whole day…."
He smiles again. "Oversized tub you say?"
You grin. "Noticed that, did you?"
An hour later, you are in the fabled oversized tub of your hotel bathroom. You take a deep breath as he slips into the sudsy water behind you. What are you doing?! You think to yourself for perhaps the twentieth time that day. His arms come around you, stroking the bare skin of your stomach underneath the water. He kisses your cheek and leans you back against his chest. You sigh contentedly, even as your thoughts race to make sense of this situation.
It's not like you to not take intimacy somewhat seriously. Though you've always admired friends of yours who could just hook up with someone for awhile for a bit of mutual fun and then part ways amicably, it's never been something you could manage.
As his teeth play with your earlobe, you smile. You can't help thinking to yourself, however, that despite the vampires this guy seems just about too good to be true. You could see yourself developing serious feelings for him… and here you have to go home in a week. And you're smart enough to know that long-distances, more often than not, spell death to romance.
His soapy hand comes to your chin and tilts your head to face him. He kisses you, lovingly. You decide there and then to stop trying to plan, and just go wherever the week, and Rupert, take you.
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