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[frisky_watcher]

This day...it seemed never ending. The day started yesterday, 6 am, as it had so many times in the past. A day where I awaken wishing there was more to my life and then rush off to the school where I try to empart some form of training into Buffy then go about my day of cataloguing texts that the students had returned. It seemed to be a normal

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[techno_pagan]

"Just relax, I shall return in a moment."

Relaxing, what a concept, I wanted to call back to him, teasing, but something was definitely on his mind, and he was being uncharacteristically difficult to read, so for the moment, I wasn’t taken anything for granted nor would I assume anything. Instead, I countered with, “Don’t worry, I will.”

Nestled there, I was calm and comfortable, but totally relaxing around him, well, how can you just relax around the man, or woman, you love when you really don’t know where in the hell you stand with them.

In some ways he was so damn frustrating, it had been what … 24 hours ago when I’d told him I’d love him, and his reaction, well it was, at least this time, discouraging, I couldn’t say it was encouraging, more non committal, but possibly hopeful. So that’s how I was thinking, being hopeful.

It hadn’t passed my attention that this was a school day, and he wasn’t worried about working or contacting Buffy, I guess he could have taken care of everything while I slept, but at this point I really didn’t care.

He could have sent me packing, but he hadn’t he was being … protective, and for now, I was taking that as a good thing.

[frisky_watcher]

I havent a clue as to what was going through her mind as I reentered the room, but I was sure that it had to do with the events of the last 24 hours. "Jenny?" I said as I leaned against the door frame, watching her stare off into space. I didn't have any desire to scare her so I spoke softly and unmoving.

"I have a surprise for you darling." I add. I wanted nothing more than to help her relax, no expectations from this evening other than showing her my feelings are the same as hers are. Atleast the same as I pray hers are and see them as from all the signs she has been throwing my direction.

I could only hope that what I was seeing was in fact her true feelings and not my mind playing tricks on me.

[techno_pagan]

“England, a surprise for me?” my mouth broadens into this huge grin, and for once I’m afraid I look like a geek, I can feel my eyes widen in excitement. I’m all tingly and suddenly feel as if I’m 12 once again.

“Really?” I ask aloud, more for myself than anything else. Suddenly it’s like I’d imagine a Christmas, I’ve never celebrated one, but I know how excited my students have always gotten as the Winter Holidays approach.

Suddenly, I feel as if I’m twelve or at least back in grade school.

“I’m not use to surprises,” before I can stop myself my hands clap twice in glee, like a very young child.

Then my left hand unclasps from my right as I walk very close to him, slipping around him, sliding up his chest and around his neck with all the elegance of a snake, to pull his head toward me, so that on tiptoe, I can kiss his smooth cheek.

“Rupert, you are such a darling man.” And with my eyes, I flash him a smile of promise, that if in his heart he feels as I do, and if not, he understands how delighted I am that he has a surprise for me. After all surprise means it’s good right, it couldn’t be a bad thing, are surprises bad? All of these thoughts are tumbling around in my now what seems to be hyper brain.

‘Good Lord,’ I silently tell myself imitating Rupert for the briefest of moments, I must be channelling Buffy, and silent still I laugh to myself.

[frisky_watcher]

I have to smile at her, she is a true gem that is for certain. "Yes darling, a surprise for you." I tell her once again as I lead her to the bathroom. This is the mo ment of truth, if she doesn't slap me for the mere thought I know that this is meant to be.

"Just in here please." I say a tone of force, but not to be cruel, just a guiding force. Once she opened the door, I placed my hand on the small of her back and guided her in, the room only lit by candles. Soft music playing in the background, almost unnoticble, but there to break the silence.

"Please understand that everything that happens here today is in your control. I just desire for you to be relaxed."

[techno_pagan]

He was so close to me, I could almost feel him against, my initial reaction was to lean against him, into him melding into him, all the signs were there, but what if, what if this were just kindness? Rupert was so many things to so many different people: father and friend, to name just a few and it all of his dealings with people he was, as far as I’d seen, always fair and kind. Rarely had I seen him otherwise. What if all he was being was kind?

The signs were all there, yet I was still hesitant, what if I were reading him wrong? I’d been through a lot over the past 24 hours, or was it 48 or even more? I’d lost total track of time once I’d entered the safety of his flat.

Turning, I faced him, and gave him my best smile. Suddenly, I realized I must look a mess, and I had my own reflection in the mirror to prove it. Quickly, I pulled my fingers through my hair in a frantic attempt to improve my looks, but I realized it was an act of futility.

Dark eyes wide I looked up at him, “I look a fright don’t I?” Gesturing around the room I spoke, “This is wonderful England, …. Wonderful.”

Rupert was so much taller than I, on tiptoe; I took his face in my hands and kissed him gently on the lips. It was a kiss that could mean whatever he wanted, a kiss of thanks or encouragement. I fought the urge to make it more passionate, deepen it, but as of yet, he hadn’t picked up on any of my own cues, so I wasn’t going to put myself in an embarrassing situation.

“Thank you,” came my whisper, for whatever this would lead to, I was grateful, grateful just to be with him.

[frisky_watcher]

I couldn't bare it any longer. This would be the true moment of truth. As I deepend the kiss my hands traveled over her body, I was going to slowly remove her clothes and then work from there. If this wasn't what she wanted she would stop me in an instant.

My fingers moved through her hair, lacing the silky strands between them as I gathered them together to move them off her neck just so that I can unfasten her lace and silken bra. I couldn't get over how soft her skin was as my hands brushed over it.

As this was happening the thoughts of how I nearly lost her the evening before nearly overwhealmed me. "I love you" I said against her ear, my warm breath brushing against her ear. "So very much."

[techno_pagan]

Delightful shivers ran up my spin, as his fingers moved through my hair, brushing across my neck, fingers touching my skin. All thoughts of anything but him left me and I was trembling, with anticipation.

Leaning against his body, so that we were even closer, he said the three words I’d waited what felt like a lifetime to hear.

“Pinch me please, so I’ll know this is true.” I looked up at him and smiled. Inside it was like the fourth of July, and the realization of what was going to finally happen between us, made my smile widen.

“You realize if anyone or anything interrupts us now, I might have to … well it wouldn’t be a pretty sight.” I teased, stood on tiptoe, slide my tongue out to lick his lips, and then innocently went back down on my bare feet as if I had done nothing. I let my hand wander over his body, wherever it wanted, still with that schoolgirl wide-eyed innocent smirk. There would never be enough time to do to Rupert Giles the things I wanted to do him, but first, it would be his turn.

[frisky_watcher]

"Jenny" I whisper hotly against her ear "If ever I go too far simply tell me..I fear the feelings I have for you at this moment...I wish to do things that I can't share with any other person."

This woman could be the end of me if she so wished. The moment she did what she did was the end of my self control, aside from my small warning to her that is. I press her against the wall and with haste continue removing her clothes. Why is it that she can make me so crazy?

My warm hands run over her now bare skin, taking in every inch, every curve. I was lost in the feel of silky white skin. Without further moments wasted I leaned in once more capturing her lips with mine and kiss her passionately.