Not wanting to warn him, she unlocked the door and walked into the apartment unannounced. The living room was empty. Frowning in disappointment, she called out to him. "Rupert?"
"You’re early." He came out of the galley kitchen, a book in one hand, his glasses in the other. "Did everything go allright?"
"Yep. Two vamps staked, and one male slayerette escorted safely home. Rupert? What’s that in your hand?"
He looked down, then flushed in embarrassment. "I-I’ts um. Well, you see, I n-noticed...."
"We had an agreement. No more than one book a day. And I saw you reading that other book earlier." She started moving toward him, stalking him. He, wisely, backed away from her. "We don’t want you getting any more headaches."
"I-it was only one headache."
"A migraine."
"A-allright. But only one. I p-promise to only read half a book tomorrow." He’d backed into the couch. With nowhere to go. He knew he was in serious trouble. "A-anyway, this is fascinating. I’it’s all about a Slayer....." He stopped when she snatched the book from his hands.
"We had another agreement. This is your apartment." She threw the book on the coffee table. "I’ve finished slaying." A shove sent him toppling onto the couch. "It’s after midnight." She climbed onto the couch, straddling him. "Witching hour has passed. Not the time for Slaying and prophecies." She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning over him, trying to intimidate him. "What is it time for?"
He looked up into her adored face. "Smoochies?"
"Very good, Mr. Giles. Go to the top of the class." She leaned into him.
"Do I get a gold star?"
"No. But I think you’ll like this prize better." She captured his lips with her own, searing him. It wasn’t often he let her take control. She intended to take advantage of this gift. She held his head prisoner with her hands, while her mouth lavished attention on his. She teased him, not opening her mouth to him, until she was sure that he was completely committed to the kiss. The feel of his arms around her waist, gathering her to him told her that her strategy was working.
She flicked her tongue out, licking his lips. He took the hint and opened his mouth to her. She penetrated him quickly, exploring the warm cavern of his mouth. His tongue met hers, starting the loveplay she so enjoyed. She mewled in pleasure.
Giles immersed himself in the kiss. This was their time. Away from both wordly and demonic concerns. When they could concentrate on each other. Usually, their first kiss lasted several minutes, as they tried to make up for the wasted hours. He was surprised, therefore, when she pulled away from him. He looked at her questioningly.
"You’re all tense."
"I’m being kissed senseless by a ravishing young woman, who happens to be sitting on my lap. Of course I’m tense. It doesn’t help that I happen to be in love that same young woman."
She smiled down at him. Leaned in to start kissing him again, then changed her mind. She climbed off him, and stood up. The look of disappointment on his face almost had her resuming her previous position. "Lie down."
"What?"
"I’m going to help you relax." He looked a bit suspicious, but obeyed her command. When he was settled, she removed his shoes, and placed a cushion behind his head. "Comfy?"
"Hmm."
"Close your eyes." She placed her hands on his forehead, and began to stroke it gently. After several minutes of this ministration, she felt the tension ease out of him. Much longer, and she suspected he’d be asleep. That didn’t fall into her plans at all. She kissed him gently on the lips.
They took their time, leisurely rediscovering their taste, their shape. Giles felt so relaxed, so full of Buffy, he wasn’t aware of anything else. Which could be the only excuse for what happened next. It wasn’t until he felt her small hand on his naked chest that he realised she’d undone his shirt buttons. He will have to stop this. In a minute.
Encouraged by his lack of objection, Buffy moved her hand over his hair-covered flesh, learning his shape. Those horrible clothes hid a remarkably well-toned body. She knew in the back of her mind that he had to be fit to spar with her. She hadn’t known how fit until now. His muscles clenched between her touch, causing a ripple underneath her fingers. His strength was subtle, understated. Like the rest of him. But there for the adventurous. And she was feeling very adventurous tonight.
Her fingers brushed across a nipple. It was already firm, waiting for her. She returned to it, rubbing across it. She played with it for a while, heightening his awareness. The increased ardour of his kisses let her know he enjoyed the attention to that particular spot. She broke the kiss and smiled down at him. She bent down to his ear, kissing it, letting her tongue make forays into the hollow, then nipping on the lobe.
"Ow!"
"Baby." Her warm breathed tickled him. He closed his eyes in anticipation of her next move. She started placing small kisses below his ear, moving down his neck. When he turned his head, allowing easier access, she marveled at his trust. In their line of work, you didn’t expose your neck readily to anybody. Not even your lover. She rewarded his faith by opening her mouth, and giving him a lovebite, ensuring it was below collar-height. She still wore his mark. Now he would carry hers.
She continued kissing him, working her way over his collarbone, and onto the hollow of his throat. She then moved onto his chest, licking her way down it. She finally reached her prize, taking the nipple in her mouth. His hands came
up, holding her head still. She suckled on him, causing a groan.
He was so enthralled in the magic of her mouth, he didn’t notice when she removed her hand. He wasn’t aware of anything, until he felt her hand on his belt. He knew he had to stop it. Now. "Buffy..."
She looked up at him, placing her other hand on his chest to prevent him from rising. "Shh." She turned her head, and watched as she finally undid his belt. The buttons on his trousers were next, causing no resistance to her determination. She grabbed hold of his zipper, ready to pull it down. The feel of him beneath her hand gave her pause. She moved her hand down the length of him, feeling his reflexive flinch.
Again he tried to protest. "No. We can’t.." A gentle squeeze of his member silenced him. It had been so long. He couldn’t fight them both any longer.
When it was obvious he wasn’t going to object any more, she returned to the zipper and slowly lowered it. She widened the opening, then stopped and smiled. Last Christmas, she’d bought him a rare book she knew he wanted, and a pair of boxer shorts. Now she saw those little red devils she’d been drawn to smiling up at her. She turned back to his face. He smiled back at her, completely unabashed. She returned to the task at hand.
Using both hands, she pushed both trousers and boxers down, below his thighs. Her eyes feasted on him. Her experience was limited, but even she knew he was more than average. As she continued to stare, his penis swelled larger, standing almost erect. She lifted her hand and touched it with reverence. This was hers now. To do with as she wished.
She ran her fingers up and down the full length of him, learning his texture. The heat radiating off him was searing. She had the vague thought that if any vampires came near him now, they’d be burnt. She took a firmer grip of the penis, and started pumping.
What she lacked in experience, she made up in enthusiasm. He winced a couple of times when she became over-eager, but he showed her the pressure and rhythm that gave him optimum pleasure. Unfortunately, she was a quick learner, and he could feel his control rapidly vanishing. When he felt her hair touch his flesh, he knew he was in trouble.
She lowered her face to him, fascinated by the smell of him. A little precum had escaped and glistened on the tip of the penis. She wondered what he tasted like. Her tongue snaked out and licked it off. He moaned again. He sounded like he was in pain. She decided to soothe him.
She put her lips over the tip and sucked gently. His hips lifted reflexively. Encouraged, she took more of him into her mouth, letting him slip in and out in rhythm to her pumping hand. When she reached her fingers, she removed her hand, and took him completely into her mouth. Now, he set the rhythm, pumping in and out of her moist mouth. He was working automatically now, not thinking, just feeling.
He felt his climax rising. "Buffy... I can’t.... it’s been too long." Instead of slowing down, she forced him to move faster, capturing him completely while her hands squeezed his testicles. With a final groan, he capitulated. His seed pumped into her as he orgasmed.
She swallowed his essence, not losing a drop. When he finished, she gently released him, then returned his clothing to their position. She turned to him, not feeling any embarrassment at what she’d just done.
His eyes were closed. He was still breathing erratically, and there was a flush across his cheeks that spread down to his chest. She moved up. He opened his eyes and stared straight into hers. The love and gratitude in them made her eyes water. She leant down and kissed him.
The taste of himself in her mouth caused some familiar stirrings. He lifted his hand and held her head while he ravished her mouth. He still felt mellow and sated, but he could feel the arousal in her. He moved his hand down to the juncture of her thighs.
She backed away. "Uh-huh."
"But you didn’t...."
"Girls can have cold showers too, you know. I don’t want you getting all tense again."
"Buffy, looking at you makes me ‘tense’". She smiled, then bent to give him a quick peck. She stood, and grabbed the throwrug off the top of the couch and placed it over him.
"Sleep well Rupert."
He closed his eyes. He could feel her looking down at him, but exhaustion began to claim him. As he started to doze off, he heard the apartment door open, then close as she left him.