PWP- Giles/Jenny
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Characters/Pairings: Giles/Jenny
Notes: Life got a little hectic and my original plans for what to post got a little lost. So, kinda missed my first day to post via my own timezome -facepalm-
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He was a man who had fought monsters and won, but it was when she took off her bra that Jenny saw something of a predator in his eyes for the first time.
Just watch, Watcher. No touching. Yet.
He'd fumbled with his glasses earlier (she found out he could see well enough without them and ordered them off), but now that nervousness was gone, replaced by a sharp focus. His fingers tightened their grip on his thigh, and the tension traveled up his arm to his chest, making his pectorals twitch. With the jacket gone and the dress shirt unbuttoned she could see the soft definition of muscle. (he trained a warrior, was she surprised at the tone or the fact his strength wasn't more visible?)
She slid her hands down her sides to reach her skirt, pushing it down. Her eyes found the tattoo she had uncovered on his forearm, and focused there. She had discovered it when they had tumbled through his door, both of them still buzzed with nervous energy and booze, when the outer layers had been stripped. He had flinched when she brushed her fingers over the design. It wasn't new, so she had taken the reaction to be embarrassment rather than pain before correcting herself. It had been shame. Whatever kind of prude the kids at the school thought he was (as all adults were in their minds) Jenny knew it couldn't be the ink that upset him (he'd been enthusiastic about uncovering the art on her hip when he found out it existed) but whatever memories the tattoo held. She would have time to understand later.
The skirt puddled on the floor, she stepped out of the ring of fabric and towards him. He leaned forward but didn't reach towards her.
Her shins brushed against his tweed clad knees (she needed to get into his closet after his bed) and she leaned over his waist, bringing up her fingers to curl against the back of his neck. His skin was hot and the edges of his haircut tickled her fingers. Her mouth hovered over his a moment, waiting, and he broke, crashing his lips against hers. His hands locked themselves onto her waist, nearly topping her before holding her steady. Her teeth scratched his before he pulled her lip into his mouth.
Rupert moaned and she had to keep telling herself to breathe.
She rested her forehead against his when he finally let go of her mouth.
"Where's that been hiding, England?"
He laughed, leaving a softer kiss against her neck after.
"Hold on." She brought his face back up, guided by her fingertips. "You're still a little overdressed."
"You told me to sit and went ahead on your own."
"And now it's time to catch up."
The hold on her hips loosened, and she went down to her knees, working open the fastens of his pants. He lifted his hips without prompt and she hooked her fingers into his briefs, bringing it down to his knees along with the tweed. She pushed his shoe clad foot back to the ground when he tried to lift it, letting the fabric fall over it once he stopped moving.
"Are you hobbling me?"
"I hope not."
With her eyes level to his crotch, she could see that she wasn't. She rested her palms on his knees, pushing his legs apart.
"Jenny.."
"You can't go stiff upper lip on me now."
"I was under the impression stiff was-"
She heard his head hit the back of the couch when he threw it back as her mouth closed around his erection. His shock lasted for a few shaky breaths, and then his fingers settled themselves in her hair. His pinky ring caught strands of her hair and he managed to slip several I'm sorrys into his low babbling of yes. Her tongue could count the primal pulse in his body, and catch the first tastes of sweat, sex and pheromones.
"Jenny." His voice wasn't wary this time, but desperate and strained.
She gave herself one more hollow cheeked pass over his cock before letting him go. His hands were on her shoulders, her arms, down to her ribs, quickly pulling her up to his lap. Knees planted outside his thighs, she steadied herself by holding onto the back of the couch. His hands warmed themselves on his ribs, before dipping down to hug the curve of her ass. His tongue and teeth took one of her nipples, distracting her. His erection was trapped between their bodies and she couldn't reach it, with his hands moving across her hips towards her thighs. She scratched at his scalp, annoyed at their trade of power, and his laughter traveled through her ribs, mouth refusing to let go of her. (Screw finding out about the tattoo later, later she was going to have him begging, like she had originally planned)
Jenny didn't realize his hands had reached her panties until his fingers were in them, pushing inside of her.
Characters/Pairings: Giles/Jenny
Notes: Life got a little hectic and my original plans for what to post got a little lost. So, kinda missed my first day to post via my own timezome -facepalm-
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He was a man who had fought monsters and won, but it was when she took off her bra that Jenny saw something of a predator in his eyes for the first time.
Just watch, Watcher. No touching. Yet.
He'd fumbled with his glasses earlier (she found out he could see well enough without them and ordered them off), but now that nervousness was gone, replaced by a sharp focus. His fingers tightened their grip on his thigh, and the tension traveled up his arm to his chest, making his pectorals twitch. With the jacket gone and the dress shirt unbuttoned she could see the soft definition of muscle. (he trained a warrior, was she surprised at the tone or the fact his strength wasn't more visible?)
She slid her hands down her sides to reach her skirt, pushing it down. Her eyes found the tattoo she had uncovered on his forearm, and focused there. She had discovered it when they had tumbled through his door, both of them still buzzed with nervous energy and booze, when the outer layers had been stripped. He had flinched when she brushed her fingers over the design. It wasn't new, so she had taken the reaction to be embarrassment rather than pain before correcting herself. It had been shame. Whatever kind of prude the kids at the school thought he was (as all adults were in their minds) Jenny knew it couldn't be the ink that upset him (he'd been enthusiastic about uncovering the art on her hip when he found out it existed) but whatever memories the tattoo held. She would have time to understand later.
The skirt puddled on the floor, she stepped out of the ring of fabric and towards him. He leaned forward but didn't reach towards her.
Her shins brushed against his tweed clad knees (she needed to get into his closet after his bed) and she leaned over his waist, bringing up her fingers to curl against the back of his neck. His skin was hot and the edges of his haircut tickled her fingers. Her mouth hovered over his a moment, waiting, and he broke, crashing his lips against hers. His hands locked themselves onto her waist, nearly topping her before holding her steady. Her teeth scratched his before he pulled her lip into his mouth.
Rupert moaned and she had to keep telling herself to breathe.
She rested her forehead against his when he finally let go of her mouth.
"Where's that been hiding, England?"
He laughed, leaving a softer kiss against her neck after.
"Hold on." She brought his face back up, guided by her fingertips. "You're still a little overdressed."
"You told me to sit and went ahead on your own."
"And now it's time to catch up."
The hold on her hips loosened, and she went down to her knees, working open the fastens of his pants. He lifted his hips without prompt and she hooked her fingers into his briefs, bringing it down to his knees along with the tweed. She pushed his shoe clad foot back to the ground when he tried to lift it, letting the fabric fall over it once he stopped moving.
"Are you hobbling me?"
"I hope not."
With her eyes level to his crotch, she could see that she wasn't. She rested her palms on his knees, pushing his legs apart.
"Jenny.."
"You can't go stiff upper lip on me now."
"I was under the impression stiff was-"
She heard his head hit the back of the couch when he threw it back as her mouth closed around his erection. His shock lasted for a few shaky breaths, and then his fingers settled themselves in her hair. His pinky ring caught strands of her hair and he managed to slip several I'm sorrys into his low babbling of yes. Her tongue could count the primal pulse in his body, and catch the first tastes of sweat, sex and pheromones.
"Jenny." His voice wasn't wary this time, but desperate and strained.
She gave herself one more hollow cheeked pass over his cock before letting him go. His hands were on her shoulders, her arms, down to her ribs, quickly pulling her up to his lap. Knees planted outside his thighs, she steadied herself by holding onto the back of the couch. His hands warmed themselves on his ribs, before dipping down to hug the curve of her ass. His tongue and teeth took one of her nipples, distracting her. His erection was trapped between their bodies and she couldn't reach it, with his hands moving across her hips towards her thighs. She scratched at his scalp, annoyed at their trade of power, and his laughter traveled through her ribs, mouth refusing to let go of her. (Screw finding out about the tattoo later, later she was going to have him begging, like she had originally planned)
Jenny didn't realize his hands had reached her panties until his fingers were in them, pushing inside of her.