Giles moaned as his wife ran her hands over his back and eventually to his bottom. Being with Fred made him feel happy, and young, especially when they were making love. "I don't believe we've done it on the bathroom counter yet," he murmured against her neck. It was then that the phone rang and he sighed. "I should really get that in case it's someone from the Council. My mobile is dead at the moment."
He removed himself from her embrace and reached around the doorframe to pick up the cordless phone. "Hello?"
"Giles? I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow." It was Willow and Giles smiled before reaching over to run his fingers through Fred's hair. He opened his mouth to respond but Willow continued to talk. "I'm calling because since this is our first Thanksgiving in London, I thought we could all have dinner next weekend. Charlotte and I are going to cook. Would Fred and you like to come?"
Giles looked over at Fred and gave her a small smile. "Sounds wonderful but perhaps you should speak to Fred about it too. She might have something else planned. Oh, and could you keep it short? I'm about ready to tie Fred down to the bed and shag her senseless," he said before pulling the phone away from his ear and holding it out to Fred. "It's your mum."
Fred sighed when the phone rang and sat back propped against the counter, running her foot up and down his leg while he answered. Rupert didn't speak for a few moments, instead listening to whoever was on the other line. They must have asked him something because he mentioned something about speaking to her.
Before telling whoever it was what he was planning on doing to her, which caused her to blush. "Rupert!" she chastised him.
And then he said it was her mother.
Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and her face suddenly became so red that she felt she had to be radiated heat to warm the entire house. He had...! Her mother...! Oh God, what was it with them and bathrooms and her mother?!
"M--mom?" she managed to stutter into the receiver, just as she heard laughter in her ear that was most certainly not her mother.
"It's not your mom, Fred. It's Willow! I was calling to ask if you and Giles wanted to come over for Thanksgiving, but if you're busy..."
Fred stared at her husband for a moment, seeing the smug grin on his face. "Willow, can I call you back tomorrow about it? I have a husband to kill."
"Okay, but don't kill him completely dead. We'd kind of miss him."
"Can't promise anything, but I'll try." She grabbed the phone and ended the call, then wrapped her legs tightly around him, so he couldn't escape and grabbed hold of his arms. "You, my love, are an evil, evil man!"
Giles had to look away when Fred’s mouth dropped open and she started to furiously blush. He was afraid he was going to start to laugh, and a giggle escaped when she called Willow mom. When Fred said she was going to kill him, Giles tried to take a step back but realized he was tangled in her legs. And when she rang off and tightened her legs around him, Giles started to laugh.
"I'm not evil! I just thought it'd be funny and you have to admit it was quite brilliant," Giles said with a grin. He felt Fred's legs tighten around him and he gave her a charming smile. "You're quite adorable when you turn five shades of red, love." He leaned forward and softly kissed her neck.
"You aren't upset with me, are you?" He asked as his mouth moved to her ear. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. Whatever you would like me to do, I'll do it, no questions asked." He softly kissed her jawline before pressing his forehead to hers. "I love you, very, very much."
He removed himself from her embrace and reached around the doorframe to pick up the cordless phone. "Hello?"
"Giles? I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow." It was Willow and Giles smiled before reaching over to run his fingers through Fred's hair. He opened his mouth to respond but Willow continued to talk. "I'm calling because since this is our first Thanksgiving in London, I thought we could all have dinner next weekend. Charlotte and I are going to cook. Would Fred and you like to come?"
Giles looked over at Fred and gave her a small smile. "Sounds wonderful but perhaps you should speak to Fred about it too. She might have something else planned. Oh, and could you keep it short? I'm about ready to tie Fred down to the bed and shag her senseless," he said before pulling the phone away from his ear and holding it out to Fred. "It's your mum."
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Before telling whoever it was what he was planning on doing to her, which caused her to blush. "Rupert!" she chastised him.
And then he said it was her mother.
Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and her face suddenly became so red that she felt she had to be radiated heat to warm the entire house. He had...! Her mother...! Oh God, what was it with them and bathrooms and her mother?!
"M--mom?" she managed to stutter into the receiver, just as she heard laughter in her ear that was most certainly not her mother.
"It's not your mom, Fred. It's Willow! I was calling to ask if you and Giles wanted to come over for Thanksgiving, but if you're busy..."
Fred stared at her husband for a moment, seeing the smug grin on his face. "Willow, can I call you back tomorrow about it? I have a husband to kill."
"Okay, but don't kill him completely dead. We'd kind of miss him."
"Can't promise anything, but I'll try." She grabbed the phone and ended the call, then wrapped her legs tightly around him, so he couldn't escape and grabbed hold of his arms. "You, my love, are an evil, evil man!"
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"I'm not evil! I just thought it'd be funny and you have to admit it was quite brilliant," Giles said with a grin. He felt Fred's legs tighten around him and he gave her a charming smile. "You're quite adorable when you turn five shades of red, love." He leaned forward and softly kissed her neck.
"You aren't upset with me, are you?" He asked as his mouth moved to her ear. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. Whatever you would like me to do, I'll do it, no questions asked." He softly kissed her jawline before pressing his forehead to hers. "I love you, very, very much."
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