The Grimm Reaper
"Yes, Jenny, that's it."
"Like that?"
"Yes, right there."
"Want me to keep going?"
"Yes. Yes, keep going."
"Okay..."
"A little longer..."
"How much longer?"
"Just keep going."
"Rupert, I'm getting tired."
"Almost there..."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Yes, good. Very good. Now move a little faster -- there, like that, yes, keep going. Yes! Jenny! And... done!"
Giles clicked the button on his stopwatch, signaling the end of Jenny's training. Heaving a sigh, Jenny relaxed her body, dropping onto the library floor to catch her breath. Giles smiled down at her, watching as she closed her eyes, panting breathlessly. "Everything alright?"
"That was... intense."
"I know."
"And my muscles are killing me."
"Here." Dropping to his knees on the library floor beside her, Giles grasped her foot and ankle, slowly lifting her right leg over her head. "We'll stretch you out a bit before we go. Sound good?"
"Sounds great. Then can we hire a full-time masseuse for me?"
Giles chuckled, leaning over her for a kiss and sliding his fingertips down her side. "If you're in need of a massage, darling, I'd be happy to oblige."
Jenny laughed, tugging him down to her for another kiss. Still mindful of where they were, but never one to shy away from a kiss from Jenny, Giles closed his eyes and lost himself in her for a moment.
Another couple weeks had passed since the incident with the Eliminati and Balthazar; Faith had seemingly gone rogue for good, much to Buffy's chagrin. Not only that, but it seemed they had a new slice of evil to contend with, namely Sunnydale's own Mayor Wilkins. It seemed he was planning some sort of 'ascension,' the details of which were still foggy.
Jenny still had her bursts of super-human strength thanks to Angel's blood but, with Giles' coaching, she was getting it under control more and more with each training session he put her through. And she had become an invaluable asset to the Scooby gang. Not that she wasn't before, of course, though now with her added strength it was like having a third Slayer tossed into the mix.
Pulling gently away from her lips, he smiled down into her brown eyes and smoothed away some of the hair that had matted to her sweat-dusted forehead. "You're doing very well with all of this, Jenny," he told her, leaning back and helping her sit up. "I'm impressed."
"Like that?"
"Yes, right there."
"Want me to keep going?"
"Yes. Yes, keep going."
"Okay..."
"A little longer..."
"How much longer?"
"Just keep going."
"Rupert, I'm getting tired."
"Almost there..."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Yes, good. Very good. Now move a little faster -- there, like that, yes, keep going. Yes! Jenny! And... done!"
Giles clicked the button on his stopwatch, signaling the end of Jenny's training. Heaving a sigh, Jenny relaxed her body, dropping onto the library floor to catch her breath. Giles smiled down at her, watching as she closed her eyes, panting breathlessly. "Everything alright?"
"That was... intense."
"I know."
"And my muscles are killing me."
"Here." Dropping to his knees on the library floor beside her, Giles grasped her foot and ankle, slowly lifting her right leg over her head. "We'll stretch you out a bit before we go. Sound good?"
"Sounds great. Then can we hire a full-time masseuse for me?"
Giles chuckled, leaning over her for a kiss and sliding his fingertips down her side. "If you're in need of a massage, darling, I'd be happy to oblige."
Jenny laughed, tugging him down to her for another kiss. Still mindful of where they were, but never one to shy away from a kiss from Jenny, Giles closed his eyes and lost himself in her for a moment.
Another couple weeks had passed since the incident with the Eliminati and Balthazar; Faith had seemingly gone rogue for good, much to Buffy's chagrin. Not only that, but it seemed they had a new slice of evil to contend with, namely Sunnydale's own Mayor Wilkins. It seemed he was planning some sort of 'ascension,' the details of which were still foggy.
Jenny still had her bursts of super-human strength thanks to Angel's blood but, with Giles' coaching, she was getting it under control more and more with each training session he put her through. And she had become an invaluable asset to the Scooby gang. Not that she wasn't before, of course, though now with her added strength it was like having a third Slayer tossed into the mix.
Pulling gently away from her lips, he smiled down into her brown eyes and smoothed away some of the hair that had matted to her sweat-dusted forehead. "You're doing very well with all of this, Jenny," he told her, leaning back and helping her sit up. "I'm impressed."