After leaving the rest of them in the foyer, Giles went upstairs and to the bedroom he shared with Fred. He pulled a set of pajamas out and went to the loo to wash his face before changing. No matter what he did, he couldn't push away the pang of guilt he felt. Giles knew it wasn't his fault but he still felt bad. Andrew was gone, and he was never going to see him again. And to top it off, he had lost his job againWhen Fred walked in, and held out her arms to him, Giles went to her and wrapped his arms around her body. "I know it's not my fault but I can't stop feeling guilty about things," he murmured as he tightened his grip on her
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"I know," Fred whispered, holding Rupert tight. There had been times when things had happened that she couldn't help but blame herself for even though there had been nothing she could do - like Wesley dying and Angelus escaping. It was hard not to blame yourself in situations like that, especially when it meant that you had lost someone you cared about
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Giles continued to caress his wife, his body relaxing when she started to caress him back. He needed her so much. “Fred,” he whispered as his lips moved to her neck. He softly kissed her there as his hand slipped down and laid where their daughter was growing. His wife was perfect.
Moving down, he started to slowly unbutton her shirt. When it was opened, he ran his hands over her soft skin. His hands cupped her breasts, which were filling out from her pregnancy. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He needed to touch her to know she was really there. He needed to feel her. His thumbs swiped over her nipples and he groaned when they hardened
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Gasping softly, Fred arched into her husband's touch, feeling her need for him sparking and building into a slow burn. It had been a while, and they had lost so much, but they had each other, and they needed to keep hold of that. She wanted so badly just to be with him and forget everything else, even if it was only for a little while
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Giles let out a content sigh when Fred undressed him. He laid there for a moment, allowing the coolness of the room to wash over him. It almost took the numbness away. He looked up at his wife and groaned when she took his cock into her hand. Her touch was so familiar, and sure, and it drove him mad. And, when she led him into her warmth, Giles hissed in pleasure
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Any time Rupert called her his, Fred felt a flutter in her heart. She had hated being owned on Pylea, was made to seem less than nothing, but with Rupert, she knew that she was everything to him. Being his meant so much, and she knew that at the same time, he belonged to her, body and heart and mind. He was her Rupert and always would be
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Before he fell on top of her, Giles quickly caught himself with his arms. He didn't want to hurt her, or the baby so he hovered above her while they kissed. When they parted, he grinned down at her. "You're more wonderful than I am, love," he whispered to her. After a few moments, he carefully slipped out of her and laid beside her. He nudged her to her side so he could spoon behind her
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