Fortune Teller
Jenny closed her eyes and let out her breath on a sigh, stretching languidly, her smile lazy as she turned on her side. Cuddling into her pillow briefly, she allowed herself a moment to relax, the tingling in her body slowly fading as her heartbeat slowly returned to its normal pace.
Then, she propped herself up on one elbow, the heel of her hand against her cheek and hair still messily falling about her shoulders and face while the sheet lay draped loosely around her, held in place under her arms. A slow smile curled her lips as the bathroom door opened and her husband returned to her, wearing nothing but his blue-striped boxers. Her eyebrows reflexively quirked while she appraised him with her eyes, smile still light on her lips.
Rupert tilted his head and gave her a look. "Surely you can't be ready for another go." He made his way back to his side of the bed, tossing her another glance over his shoulder. "Someone been putting something in your coffee again?"
Rolling her eyes, Jenny smirked and turned on her other side, facing him as he laid back against the pillows and pulled the sheet up to his waist. "Can't a girl just admire the view?"
"Ah. Well." He smiled. "In that case, would you like me to walk across the room again?"
Jenny giggled, leaning over him for a kiss. "Yes please."
"Well, tough," he sighed, pulling her onto his chest as he closed his eyes. "I'm bloody exhausted and refuse to get out of this bed again until morning."
"Mmm," she hummed, closing her eyes as she laid draped across his chest. "Happy New Year to us." And she smiled when he chuckled, her head bobbing along with the movement of his chest.
"Did we... did we remember to kiss at midnight, Jenny?"
She propped her chin on his chest, lower lip jutting out in a thoughtful frown. "I think we did." Smirking, she teased, "I'm pretty sure it was right before I asked you to take your pants off."
"Ah yes, I remember now." She watched him close his eyes for a moment, one hand rubbing over them as the other settled across her shoulders. Then, he peered at her through one open eye and added, "And for the record, darling, you never asked that I remove my pants. You downright demanded."
She smirked and rolled her eyes, laying her head on his chest again. "Either way, I don't remember any complaints."
"No, of course not. I was just saying."
"I know," she chuckled. "I'm aware of you."
Christmas in England had been beautiful, though lightly tinged with sadness as it had been their first Christmas without any of the kids around. Rupert had wanted to call Buffy -- he'd never said as much, but she could tell all the same -- yet he held back. And now, with 2001 and all of its tragedy and heartache officially behind them, Jenny was looking forward to what the next year would bring. They were starting it off by looking into her family history, utilizing her coven to do so.
She hadn't forgotten what Angel had said to her the night of the fundraiser, before Ethan Rayne had brought everything to a crashing halt:
"I'll tell you all about it sometime, I promise. And then you'll understand why I..."
Why he what? Why he went after her when he had lost his soul? Why he so desperately sought her forgiveness when he'd been sent back from hell? She needed answers.
And hopefully tomorrow, she would get them.
Then, she propped herself up on one elbow, the heel of her hand against her cheek and hair still messily falling about her shoulders and face while the sheet lay draped loosely around her, held in place under her arms. A slow smile curled her lips as the bathroom door opened and her husband returned to her, wearing nothing but his blue-striped boxers. Her eyebrows reflexively quirked while she appraised him with her eyes, smile still light on her lips.
Rupert tilted his head and gave her a look. "Surely you can't be ready for another go." He made his way back to his side of the bed, tossing her another glance over his shoulder. "Someone been putting something in your coffee again?"
Rolling her eyes, Jenny smirked and turned on her other side, facing him as he laid back against the pillows and pulled the sheet up to his waist. "Can't a girl just admire the view?"
"Ah. Well." He smiled. "In that case, would you like me to walk across the room again?"
Jenny giggled, leaning over him for a kiss. "Yes please."
"Well, tough," he sighed, pulling her onto his chest as he closed his eyes. "I'm bloody exhausted and refuse to get out of this bed again until morning."
"Mmm," she hummed, closing her eyes as she laid draped across his chest. "Happy New Year to us." And she smiled when he chuckled, her head bobbing along with the movement of his chest.
"Did we... did we remember to kiss at midnight, Jenny?"
She propped her chin on his chest, lower lip jutting out in a thoughtful frown. "I think we did." Smirking, she teased, "I'm pretty sure it was right before I asked you to take your pants off."
"Ah yes, I remember now." She watched him close his eyes for a moment, one hand rubbing over them as the other settled across her shoulders. Then, he peered at her through one open eye and added, "And for the record, darling, you never asked that I remove my pants. You downright demanded."
She smirked and rolled her eyes, laying her head on his chest again. "Either way, I don't remember any complaints."
"No, of course not. I was just saying."
"I know," she chuckled. "I'm aware of you."
Christmas in England had been beautiful, though lightly tinged with sadness as it had been their first Christmas without any of the kids around. Rupert had wanted to call Buffy -- he'd never said as much, but she could tell all the same -- yet he held back. And now, with 2001 and all of its tragedy and heartache officially behind them, Jenny was looking forward to what the next year would bring. They were starting it off by looking into her family history, utilizing her coven to do so.
She hadn't forgotten what Angel had said to her the night of the fundraiser, before Ethan Rayne had brought everything to a crashing halt:
"I'll tell you all about it sometime, I promise. And then you'll understand why I..."
Why he what? Why he went after her when he had lost his soul? Why he so desperately sought her forgiveness when he'd been sent back from hell? She needed answers.
And hopefully tomorrow, she would get them.