Tough Love
"England, just lie back and relax," Jenny coaxed him, his head in her lap as she sat cross-legged on the pillow, fingertips stroking his face. She was in her beautiful black silk nightie, the one that didn't even reach mid-thigh and hugged her curves in all the right places.
"Yeah." A hand slid up his leg and he craned his neck, finding another Jenny there, crawling toward him from the foot of the bed, wearing a similar nightie but this one a deep emerald. Her hands were still sliding tortuously up his legs, fingertips dipping just beneath his shorts as she threw them a glance and then looked up with a coy little smile, adding, "Just trust us."
"We'll be gentle with you," a third alto rang out, and then there was a third Jenny at his side, her nightie a lovely shade of pink. Her fingertips traced his chest, tripping down his sternum to his belly, running in little circles around his navel. "Very gentle."
"W-Well, I-I'm... completely at your mercy, really, girls," he told all three of them, finding himself smiling widely, almost devilishly.
The first Jenny, his Jenny, leaned over him, kissing him passionately upside-down and humming seductively against his lips. "Is this what you always dreamed it would be?"
"S-So far, yes." He heard a sound, metal-against-glass, and craned his neck again to find the green-clad Jenny dipping a spoon into a small jar of chocolate, spreading it on his stomach. His skin jumped at the sensation. "What's that?"
"Oh come on, Rupert," the Jenny-in-pink cajoled him coyly. "You've never seen body chocolate before?"
His Jenny leaned forward, and his eyes followed her curves, breasts so tantalizingly close as she swept a finger across his stomach, leaning back again with some of the chocolate on her finger. "Taste," she commanded him, and he took her finger into his mouth.
When he'd swallowed the bit of chocolate, enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, he smiled. "Well, what's the difference between this, a-and... regular chocolate-sauce?"
The second Jenny capped the jar and set it aside, smiling. "Only difference really is that this chocolate was made to be licked," she leaned forward then, lapping at his belly with her tongue and sweeping off some of the chocolate, "off a very willing body."
"I-I see..." he whispered, his arousal making him heady.
The third Jenny swept her finger across his stomach and brought it to her lips, licking off the chocolate before leaning down to him, kissing him deeply. He was able to taste the chocolate on her lips and tongue as he kissed her back, trying to lean forward to catch her lips again when she backed away, only to be held back by his Jenny pinning his shoulders to the bed.
"So who gets to go first, England?" she asked, quirking one perfectly-shaped brow.
"Well, far be it for me to choose a favorite," he grinned, that Ripper gleam in his eyes. "You're all so very beautiful. Wh-why don't you girls just fight over me."
"Rupert..." one of them giggled, and he closed his eyes to savor the sound.
"Yes?"
"Rupert..."
"Hmm."
"Rupert!"
"What?" Giles jumped at the volume in her voice, his entire body flinching as he looked over to find Jenny staring at him from the other side of the breakfast bar, hands planted on her hips. "Y-Yes, darling?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Y'gonna clean up the mess you made?"
He blushed furiously, clearing his throat and coughing in the midst of it. "Wh-what?"
Jenny nodded in gesture and he followed her gaze to the tea that had been spilled all over the countertop, flowing over the rim of his cup. Quickly, he set down the now-empty tea kettle, scrambling for paper towels. "Ehm, t-terribly sorry, dear. Won't happen again."
Though truthfully, it had happened before, and would more than likely happen again. It was the third time that week he'd gotten caught thinking about it, since he and Buffy had returned home from that parallel universe.
Jenny smirked at him knowingly, rolling her eyes and sighing as she came into the kitchen to help him. "Alright, so how many of me were there this time?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he fibbed, though he knew it was a vain effort as he could still feel the flush surely painting his cheeks a bright shade of pink.
Jenny threw him a look. "Please. You only get that Ripper smile when you're thinking about sex."
"Well, if it's any consolation, there were only three of you this time." Off her smirk and eye roll, he gave his wife a look of his own. "Well it's your bloody fault for mentioning body chocolate in the shower this morning!"
She shrugged. "It was just a question! I didn't think you'd go off into your own little world about it. I just asked if you wanted to try it this weekend. That's all." But the slight triumphant smirk playing at the corners of her lips belied the innocence in her tone.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm onto you, madam."
Jenny just giggled and kissed him soundly, throwing the tea-saturated paper towels in the garbage before she told him, "Hurry up, now, and drink your tea. We're gonna be late to open the store."
Giles smirked, watching the sway of her hips as she left the room and muttering into his cup, "Yes, dear."
"Yeah." A hand slid up his leg and he craned his neck, finding another Jenny there, crawling toward him from the foot of the bed, wearing a similar nightie but this one a deep emerald. Her hands were still sliding tortuously up his legs, fingertips dipping just beneath his shorts as she threw them a glance and then looked up with a coy little smile, adding, "Just trust us."
"We'll be gentle with you," a third alto rang out, and then there was a third Jenny at his side, her nightie a lovely shade of pink. Her fingertips traced his chest, tripping down his sternum to his belly, running in little circles around his navel. "Very gentle."
"W-Well, I-I'm... completely at your mercy, really, girls," he told all three of them, finding himself smiling widely, almost devilishly.
The first Jenny, his Jenny, leaned over him, kissing him passionately upside-down and humming seductively against his lips. "Is this what you always dreamed it would be?"
"S-So far, yes." He heard a sound, metal-against-glass, and craned his neck again to find the green-clad Jenny dipping a spoon into a small jar of chocolate, spreading it on his stomach. His skin jumped at the sensation. "What's that?"
"Oh come on, Rupert," the Jenny-in-pink cajoled him coyly. "You've never seen body chocolate before?"
His Jenny leaned forward, and his eyes followed her curves, breasts so tantalizingly close as she swept a finger across his stomach, leaning back again with some of the chocolate on her finger. "Taste," she commanded him, and he took her finger into his mouth.
When he'd swallowed the bit of chocolate, enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, he smiled. "Well, what's the difference between this, a-and... regular chocolate-sauce?"
The second Jenny capped the jar and set it aside, smiling. "Only difference really is that this chocolate was made to be licked," she leaned forward then, lapping at his belly with her tongue and sweeping off some of the chocolate, "off a very willing body."
"I-I see..." he whispered, his arousal making him heady.
The third Jenny swept her finger across his stomach and brought it to her lips, licking off the chocolate before leaning down to him, kissing him deeply. He was able to taste the chocolate on her lips and tongue as he kissed her back, trying to lean forward to catch her lips again when she backed away, only to be held back by his Jenny pinning his shoulders to the bed.
"So who gets to go first, England?" she asked, quirking one perfectly-shaped brow.
"Well, far be it for me to choose a favorite," he grinned, that Ripper gleam in his eyes. "You're all so very beautiful. Wh-why don't you girls just fight over me."
"Rupert..." one of them giggled, and he closed his eyes to savor the sound.
"Yes?"
"Rupert..."
"Hmm."
"Rupert!"
"What?" Giles jumped at the volume in her voice, his entire body flinching as he looked over to find Jenny staring at him from the other side of the breakfast bar, hands planted on her hips. "Y-Yes, darling?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Y'gonna clean up the mess you made?"
He blushed furiously, clearing his throat and coughing in the midst of it. "Wh-what?"
Jenny nodded in gesture and he followed her gaze to the tea that had been spilled all over the countertop, flowing over the rim of his cup. Quickly, he set down the now-empty tea kettle, scrambling for paper towels. "Ehm, t-terribly sorry, dear. Won't happen again."
Though truthfully, it had happened before, and would more than likely happen again. It was the third time that week he'd gotten caught thinking about it, since he and Buffy had returned home from that parallel universe.
Jenny smirked at him knowingly, rolling her eyes and sighing as she came into the kitchen to help him. "Alright, so how many of me were there this time?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he fibbed, though he knew it was a vain effort as he could still feel the flush surely painting his cheeks a bright shade of pink.
Jenny threw him a look. "Please. You only get that Ripper smile when you're thinking about sex."
"Well, if it's any consolation, there were only three of you this time." Off her smirk and eye roll, he gave his wife a look of his own. "Well it's your bloody fault for mentioning body chocolate in the shower this morning!"
She shrugged. "It was just a question! I didn't think you'd go off into your own little world about it. I just asked if you wanted to try it this weekend. That's all." But the slight triumphant smirk playing at the corners of her lips belied the innocence in her tone.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm onto you, madam."
Jenny just giggled and kissed him soundly, throwing the tea-saturated paper towels in the garbage before she told him, "Hurry up, now, and drink your tea. We're gonna be late to open the store."
Giles smirked, watching the sway of her hips as she left the room and muttering into his cup, "Yes, dear."