True Passion [BtVS; Giles/Jenny]
TITLE: True Passion
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Giles/Jenny
SPOILERS: "Passion" (AU)
RATING: R
SUMMARY: The scene played out in front of him as if it were something from a movie.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For myfidgetball, who's going through a difficult time right now. ♥
*****
The scene played out in front of him as if it were something from a movie. The rose petals, the chilled champagne, the music... the candles. All symbols of romance, laid out in front of him, enticing him. Jenny was here. Her presence, he had expected. The show of seduction, he hadn't. Last they spoke, there was still a rift between them, there was something secret Jenny had been working on that she wanted to reveal to him. And last they spoke... she was in love with him.
His head and his heart threatened to splinter him in two. There were so many things that needed working out, that needed to be talked through, but... at the same time he was so desperate to be near to her, to taste her, touch her again. Perhaps analytical discussions about their relationship woes and about secret projects could be placed on hold for the evening. Perhaps, rather than let his mind guide him as he so often did, instead he needed to let his heart take over for the night.
So Giles found himself smiling at the show of romance. He removed his glasses, ran a hand through his hair... over his face. After setting his glasses on the table, he reached for the bottle of champagne and two flutes, as well as the folded note sitting nearby that read simply, 'upstairs.' His smile widened, and he made his way to the stairs with the champagne and flutes. His eyes followed the trail of rose petals, undoubtedly leading to his bedroom. The Puccini music playing in the background lulled him into a sort of trance, as did the dancing flames of the candles lining the stairs, and his feet continued to propel him forward.
His approach to the bedroom was slow, controlled, despite the uncontrollable palpitating of his heart. He reached the top of the stairs and forced himself to take a deep breath before looking into his bedroom. Then he saw her... Jenny... and he was left unable to do anything but stare.
Her back was turned, and she held a small gold tin in one hand, the other sprinkling its contents -- rose petals -- on the bed. Giles, finally forcing himself to action, took a step forward. Upon his foot hitting a rather noisy floorboard, however, the romantic scene was brought to a screeching halt. Jenny gasped at the noise and spun around. The sudden movement startled him, and both the champagne bottle and the flutes took a tumble to the floor, shattering upon impact. Their widened eyes met, and Jenny hid the tin of roses behind her back, assessing the damage at Giles' feet. "Rupert! I... you scared me."
"W-well, you..." he glanced to his feet, "seem to have returned the favor."
The tin of rose petals was set aside, and her hand flew up to cover her face. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to--"
"That's quite alright," he assured her, stepping carefully around the glass. "That rug was overdue for a good cleaning anyway. Now I have a proper excuse."
"Let me help you clean it up." She took a mere two steps forward before he held up a hand to stop her.
"No!" Despite the harsh tone, his intent was kind. "I don't want you to step on any glass. I'll have this cleaned up in a moment."
With a sigh, Jenny resigned herself to sitting primly on the edge of his bed while he ran downstairs to fetch the broom and dustpan. After disposing of the larger pieces of glass in the bathroom wastebin, he made his way into the bedroom, taking a seat beside her.
"Jenny..."
She closed her eyes and placed a hand on his knee. "Rupert, look. I know that there are still a lot of unresolved issues between us... stuff we have to talk about, but..." When her eyes opened, the look in them was pleading. It seared his heart. "Is there any chance we could put all of that on hold for tonight? And just... be together?" Her eyes searched his, back and forth several times over while her hand went up to his face, tracing the lines of his cheekbones and his lips. "I've missed you so much."
His eyes searched hers in return while he reached up, taking the hand on his face within his own, looking down at it while caressing her fingers. His voice was soft, barely audible, as he admitted, "I've missed you as well. Buffy was right."
Her smile warmed his heart, which was beating faster by the second as she started to lean closer. When their lips met, it was as if not a moment had passed since their last kiss. And much like every time they kissed, it felt like the first time. Her lips did things to his brain and his body that he couldn't even comprehend.
"Jenny," he murmured, gently breaking the kiss.
One slender finger immediately pressed against his lips, silencing him. Her eyes seemed trained on his mouth. "Shh," she whispered. "You don't have to say anything else."
"I know." He kissed her finger. "But I'd like to."
She smiled up at him tenderly. "What?"
"I've... I've never..." Giles struggled to get his brain to catch up with him, but at the mere thought of what was going to happen tonight, nothing coherent was coming to him. "That is to say, that... you're my first--"
"I'm your first?" Her eyes widened, and Giles realized instantly what she'd inferred.
"No! No, that's not what I meant." He jumped off the bed nervously, pacing back and forth. He reached up as if to clean his glasses, only to remember that he'd left them downstairs. "You're not my first, well... you know." He turned to see her watching him intently, confusion playing across her lovely visage. He took a breath. "Jenny, you're the first woman I've ever been in love with." Chuckling, he added, "Madly... in love."
"Rupert..."
"And I apologize for being so cold to you these past weeks. For punishing your loyalty to--"
She was on her feet and silencing him yet again in a matter of seconds, her fingers once more on his lips. "I understand why you did. I understand that you were trying to protect yourself, your feelings. I know all of this, Rupert, because I went through it too." Ruefully, she smiled. "Guess we've both got some skeletons in our closets. But..." She shrugged one shoulder. "At least they're all out in the open now, right?" Her hands slid down to his chest, one toying with his tie.
Giles nodded. "Right."
Jenny tilted her head slowly, brown eyes almost darkening as her voice dipped low. "So..."
His heart leapt into his throat. "So."
Then they were kissing again. His hands found her waist while hers loosened the knot of his tie. Slowly, his fingers skimmed up her side, trailing over her shoulder and around to the back of her neck, sliding up into her hair as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. With a soft moan they parted, and the kiss slowly began to deepen. She had his tie undone and pulled it out from beneath the collar of his shirt before tossing it aside, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders next.
He let go of her long enough to assist her in getting it down his arms before allowing it to drop to the floor. Then, he returned his hands to her waist, sliding beneath the material of her sheer shirt to feel the soft, warm skin of her abdomen. Jenny gasped in response and threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding his lips to her neck. "Rupert..."
Slowly, he worked the sheer top up her body until it was bunched under her arms. When she lifted them, he raised his head, and their eyes met while he pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor beside his jacket. Then, she stepped into him, letting her lips and tongue tease the cleft in his chin while her fingers worked his shirt buttons. Giles dropped his mouth open on a silent groan, gripping her waist tightly and pressing her against him. Her moan buzzed against the underside of his chin while she spread open his unbuttoned shirt, fingertips feather-lightly trailing along the center line of his body. When she reached the waistband of his pants, his stomach muscles twitched in response, her name leaving his lips in a shaky whisper.
He thought he caught a glimpse of a rather wicked smile before her lips landed on his neck, and as he rubbed her arms, the thin straps of her camisole slipped from her shoulders. He sucked in his breath sharply in response, giving her cause to lift her smoky eyes to his. She tipped her head up to him and, taking her cue, he leaned to meet her, their lips catching halfway. The kiss immediately grew deep, intense... hungry... and they stumbled around the room in their blind passion, stopping only when the sides of their knees bumped his mattress.
Jenny let out a soft whimper when he moved his lips to her jawline, nuzzling just under her ear while his hands played across her abdomen and waist, beneath her camisole. Stopping at the small of her back, he toyed with the clasp on her long skirt as he pulled away to quirk an eyebrow in silent request. She granted him permission with one sweet yet seductive smile, and he unclasped the skirt, pushing it past her hips and letting it pool around her ankles.
Taking her hand, Giles helped her step out of the skirt while his eyes raked over her, now clad in nothing but a pair of pale blue lace panties and a matching camisole. She took his breath away, rendering him nearly speechless, only able to manage, "You're magnificent," in an awed whisper.
She blinked slowly, a lovely smile spreading as she murmured, "Rupert, you don't have to seduce me. Consider me already seduced."
"Not seducing. Merely... speaking the truth." His fingertips traced her facial features -- the perfectly sculpted brows, the long black eyelashes, the line of her pert nose... her constantly-tantalizing full lips.
As he went about tracing her, Jenny made quick work of his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants quickly before pushing them to his ankles. "Rupert... have you ever had a massage?"
"N-no, I... can't say that I have." He gasped as she teasingly dipped her fingers just beneath the waistband of his boxers.
Her grin was coy as she bit down slightly on her lip and asked him slowly, almost teasingly, "Would you like one?"
The look in her eyes was enough to knock any sense of the English language out of his head, so Giles merely nodded, swallowing hard in an attempt to calm himself.
"Lie down." The command was gentle, yet authoritative, and Giles immediately complied, lying across the bed on his stomach.
He felt the mattress dipping as she crawled up beside him, sucking in his breath as she swung one leg across his hips, straddling him and sitting on his lower back. Slowly, she began to work his muscles, and he closed his eyes as he felt his body relaxing further into the mattress. "You're quite skilled at this, you know."
Giles sensed her smile without seeing it as she replied, "I took some massage therapy courses in college. And a little bit of acupressure and acupuncture."
"Well, you won't be sticking any small needles in me tonight, will you?"
The wide grin was evident in her voice as she teased him, "Depends. How kinky did you wanna get?"
When he turned just slightly over his shoulder and gave her a look, she let out a soft giggle and went back to work kneading his muscles. A long moment of silence passed between them, in which Jenny focused on the task at hand and Giles let his eyes slide closed, enjoying her ministrations. She worked every muscle in his back before going up his sides to his arms, spreading them out on the bed. Her hands left him momentarily, the swish of clothing following, and he wondered what she was doing until her hands returned to him, sliding from his shoulders down to his hands.
She threaded her fingers through his and dipped her stomach, arching her back low and bending at the waist. When Giles felt her naked chest touch down against his back, he jumped, letting out a shudder of, "Good Lord," while his fingers gripped hers tighter.
He felt that wicked smile, those full lips, against the shell of his ear, teasing him, and he thought he would burst when she whispered, "Turn over."
Giles flipped himself onto his back so quickly he nearly bucked Jenny off of him, but she just giggled and lifted herself onto her knees to give him room. When he was settled, she lowered herself once more, her center meeting his length through their underwear. They both moaned at the sensation and he watched Jenny's eyes flutter closed while her hand stroked down his chest.
His hands slid across her hips, across the thin waistband of her panties, and she lifted herself up to allow him to start sliding them down. She moved off of him to finish the task before reaching for his boxers, and he lifted his hips to assist her. They stared at each other for a long moment, the magnitude of the step they were about to take hitting them both full force.
Jenny's fingertips drew errant patterns across his chest, raking through his chest hair and then traipsing down to his stomach as he asked her, "Are you certain?"
Her nod was slow but sure - yes, she was certain. Then, bracing herself with her hands on his stomach, she lowered herself onto him. They both exhaled long groans, Giles closing his eyes and letting his head loll back against the comforter while Jenny threw her head back and called out his name.
So this was what the culmination of all that sexual tension felt like, he couldn't help but think. This was what it was all leading to. All the bickering, whether flirtatious in nature or otherwise, all of the dates that ended with a cold shower... the separation and mutual hurt that stemmed from their long-guarded secrets. It all came to a head in this moment and made everything, the entire ride, worthwhile.
When the spinning in his head started to slow, Giles opened his eyes to watch Jenny, rolling her hips against him in ecstasy. He'd never seen anything or anyone so beautiful. And suddenly, she was too far away from him for his liking, despite their bodies being joined. So he held her round the waist to still her, and gave her a smile when she looked to him in concern. Then, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up with her still in his lap, arms around her and bodies still connected.
He kissed Jenny once, twice, and then deeper a third time as he thrust up into her, and their lips broke when she moaned. He watched the column of her neck elongate as she tipped her head back, and he couldn't help but lean in to kiss along all the exposed skin, paying special attention to the beauty mark on her neck before heading toward her collarbone.
Her fingers threaded through his hair as she murmured incoherently, his name strewn within her babbling. Giles drew her close, his fingers tickling across her back while he nuzzled just under her ear. Gently, he kissed the lobe and whispered his love for her... just in case she'd forgotten. She shivered against him and echoed the declaration, rocking slowly against him.
And so they danced. Fingers traced, eyes branded... lips and tongue laid claim. Binding one arm around her waist, Giles gently reversed their positions, his free hand under Jenny's head as he guided her against the pillows. Then, he settled into the cradle of her hips and let himself sink into her once more, her long, slow gasp urging him onward until he was completely sheathed within her.
For nearly a minute, neither of them moved. They just laid there, breathing together, hanging on to one another and to the moment, eyes closed and foreheads together. Then, slowly, Giles pulled out. And sank back in, repeating the cycle over and over, tempo increasing bit by bit. Jenny whimpered her agreement and arched up into him, twining her legs around him and allowing him to lose himself deeper within her.
The things this woman did to him, he'd never be able to fully comprehend. He'd fallen dangerously in love with her in a short amount of time, her beauty and wit leaving him helpless to resist her. And now, after everything they'd been through, Giles had reached a point where he could no sooner live without her than stop breathing. He needed her in his life, as a primary fixture... as a permanent fixture. His love for her overwhelmed him.
"Rupert," she called his name again, her fingernails digging into the small of his back. The strain in her voice told him she was close, as was he.
So he murmured her name right back at her, kissing down her neck as he increased the tempo. Jenny agreed with every thrust, her hips moving in tandem with his. Soon her felt her body tensing as she clawed at his back, and he winced, hoping the pleasure would soon override the pain. It wasn't long before he followed her over that edge, and they collapsed together against the pillows, his body covering hers.
He felt the strongest urge to ask her to marry him in that moment, but blamed it on lack of oxygen in his brain. Surely after one passionate romp they couldn't possibly be altar-bound. But when Giles pulled away to smile into Jenny's eyes, watching her stare at her fingers tracing his lips, he thought perhaps that day would come sooner rather than later.
FIN
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FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Giles/Jenny
SPOILERS: "Passion" (AU)
RATING: R
SUMMARY: The scene played out in front of him as if it were something from a movie.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For myfidgetball, who's going through a difficult time right now. ♥
*****
The scene played out in front of him as if it were something from a movie. The rose petals, the chilled champagne, the music... the candles. All symbols of romance, laid out in front of him, enticing him. Jenny was here. Her presence, he had expected. The show of seduction, he hadn't. Last they spoke, there was still a rift between them, there was something secret Jenny had been working on that she wanted to reveal to him. And last they spoke... she was in love with him.
His head and his heart threatened to splinter him in two. There were so many things that needed working out, that needed to be talked through, but... at the same time he was so desperate to be near to her, to taste her, touch her again. Perhaps analytical discussions about their relationship woes and about secret projects could be placed on hold for the evening. Perhaps, rather than let his mind guide him as he so often did, instead he needed to let his heart take over for the night.
So Giles found himself smiling at the show of romance. He removed his glasses, ran a hand through his hair... over his face. After setting his glasses on the table, he reached for the bottle of champagne and two flutes, as well as the folded note sitting nearby that read simply, 'upstairs.' His smile widened, and he made his way to the stairs with the champagne and flutes. His eyes followed the trail of rose petals, undoubtedly leading to his bedroom. The Puccini music playing in the background lulled him into a sort of trance, as did the dancing flames of the candles lining the stairs, and his feet continued to propel him forward.
His approach to the bedroom was slow, controlled, despite the uncontrollable palpitating of his heart. He reached the top of the stairs and forced himself to take a deep breath before looking into his bedroom. Then he saw her... Jenny... and he was left unable to do anything but stare.
Her back was turned, and she held a small gold tin in one hand, the other sprinkling its contents -- rose petals -- on the bed. Giles, finally forcing himself to action, took a step forward. Upon his foot hitting a rather noisy floorboard, however, the romantic scene was brought to a screeching halt. Jenny gasped at the noise and spun around. The sudden movement startled him, and both the champagne bottle and the flutes took a tumble to the floor, shattering upon impact. Their widened eyes met, and Jenny hid the tin of roses behind her back, assessing the damage at Giles' feet. "Rupert! I... you scared me."
"W-well, you..." he glanced to his feet, "seem to have returned the favor."
The tin of rose petals was set aside, and her hand flew up to cover her face. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to--"
"That's quite alright," he assured her, stepping carefully around the glass. "That rug was overdue for a good cleaning anyway. Now I have a proper excuse."
"Let me help you clean it up." She took a mere two steps forward before he held up a hand to stop her.
"No!" Despite the harsh tone, his intent was kind. "I don't want you to step on any glass. I'll have this cleaned up in a moment."
With a sigh, Jenny resigned herself to sitting primly on the edge of his bed while he ran downstairs to fetch the broom and dustpan. After disposing of the larger pieces of glass in the bathroom wastebin, he made his way into the bedroom, taking a seat beside her.
"Jenny..."
She closed her eyes and placed a hand on his knee. "Rupert, look. I know that there are still a lot of unresolved issues between us... stuff we have to talk about, but..." When her eyes opened, the look in them was pleading. It seared his heart. "Is there any chance we could put all of that on hold for tonight? And just... be together?" Her eyes searched his, back and forth several times over while her hand went up to his face, tracing the lines of his cheekbones and his lips. "I've missed you so much."
His eyes searched hers in return while he reached up, taking the hand on his face within his own, looking down at it while caressing her fingers. His voice was soft, barely audible, as he admitted, "I've missed you as well. Buffy was right."
Her smile warmed his heart, which was beating faster by the second as she started to lean closer. When their lips met, it was as if not a moment had passed since their last kiss. And much like every time they kissed, it felt like the first time. Her lips did things to his brain and his body that he couldn't even comprehend.
"Jenny," he murmured, gently breaking the kiss.
One slender finger immediately pressed against his lips, silencing him. Her eyes seemed trained on his mouth. "Shh," she whispered. "You don't have to say anything else."
"I know." He kissed her finger. "But I'd like to."
She smiled up at him tenderly. "What?"
"I've... I've never..." Giles struggled to get his brain to catch up with him, but at the mere thought of what was going to happen tonight, nothing coherent was coming to him. "That is to say, that... you're my first--"
"I'm your first?" Her eyes widened, and Giles realized instantly what she'd inferred.
"No! No, that's not what I meant." He jumped off the bed nervously, pacing back and forth. He reached up as if to clean his glasses, only to remember that he'd left them downstairs. "You're not my first, well... you know." He turned to see her watching him intently, confusion playing across her lovely visage. He took a breath. "Jenny, you're the first woman I've ever been in love with." Chuckling, he added, "Madly... in love."
"Rupert..."
"And I apologize for being so cold to you these past weeks. For punishing your loyalty to--"
She was on her feet and silencing him yet again in a matter of seconds, her fingers once more on his lips. "I understand why you did. I understand that you were trying to protect yourself, your feelings. I know all of this, Rupert, because I went through it too." Ruefully, she smiled. "Guess we've both got some skeletons in our closets. But..." She shrugged one shoulder. "At least they're all out in the open now, right?" Her hands slid down to his chest, one toying with his tie.
Giles nodded. "Right."
Jenny tilted her head slowly, brown eyes almost darkening as her voice dipped low. "So..."
His heart leapt into his throat. "So."
Then they were kissing again. His hands found her waist while hers loosened the knot of his tie. Slowly, his fingers skimmed up her side, trailing over her shoulder and around to the back of her neck, sliding up into her hair as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. With a soft moan they parted, and the kiss slowly began to deepen. She had his tie undone and pulled it out from beneath the collar of his shirt before tossing it aside, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders next.
He let go of her long enough to assist her in getting it down his arms before allowing it to drop to the floor. Then, he returned his hands to her waist, sliding beneath the material of her sheer shirt to feel the soft, warm skin of her abdomen. Jenny gasped in response and threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding his lips to her neck. "Rupert..."
Slowly, he worked the sheer top up her body until it was bunched under her arms. When she lifted them, he raised his head, and their eyes met while he pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor beside his jacket. Then, she stepped into him, letting her lips and tongue tease the cleft in his chin while her fingers worked his shirt buttons. Giles dropped his mouth open on a silent groan, gripping her waist tightly and pressing her against him. Her moan buzzed against the underside of his chin while she spread open his unbuttoned shirt, fingertips feather-lightly trailing along the center line of his body. When she reached the waistband of his pants, his stomach muscles twitched in response, her name leaving his lips in a shaky whisper.
He thought he caught a glimpse of a rather wicked smile before her lips landed on his neck, and as he rubbed her arms, the thin straps of her camisole slipped from her shoulders. He sucked in his breath sharply in response, giving her cause to lift her smoky eyes to his. She tipped her head up to him and, taking her cue, he leaned to meet her, their lips catching halfway. The kiss immediately grew deep, intense... hungry... and they stumbled around the room in their blind passion, stopping only when the sides of their knees bumped his mattress.
Jenny let out a soft whimper when he moved his lips to her jawline, nuzzling just under her ear while his hands played across her abdomen and waist, beneath her camisole. Stopping at the small of her back, he toyed with the clasp on her long skirt as he pulled away to quirk an eyebrow in silent request. She granted him permission with one sweet yet seductive smile, and he unclasped the skirt, pushing it past her hips and letting it pool around her ankles.
Taking her hand, Giles helped her step out of the skirt while his eyes raked over her, now clad in nothing but a pair of pale blue lace panties and a matching camisole. She took his breath away, rendering him nearly speechless, only able to manage, "You're magnificent," in an awed whisper.
She blinked slowly, a lovely smile spreading as she murmured, "Rupert, you don't have to seduce me. Consider me already seduced."
"Not seducing. Merely... speaking the truth." His fingertips traced her facial features -- the perfectly sculpted brows, the long black eyelashes, the line of her pert nose... her constantly-tantalizing full lips.
As he went about tracing her, Jenny made quick work of his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants quickly before pushing them to his ankles. "Rupert... have you ever had a massage?"
"N-no, I... can't say that I have." He gasped as she teasingly dipped her fingers just beneath the waistband of his boxers.
Her grin was coy as she bit down slightly on her lip and asked him slowly, almost teasingly, "Would you like one?"
The look in her eyes was enough to knock any sense of the English language out of his head, so Giles merely nodded, swallowing hard in an attempt to calm himself.
"Lie down." The command was gentle, yet authoritative, and Giles immediately complied, lying across the bed on his stomach.
He felt the mattress dipping as she crawled up beside him, sucking in his breath as she swung one leg across his hips, straddling him and sitting on his lower back. Slowly, she began to work his muscles, and he closed his eyes as he felt his body relaxing further into the mattress. "You're quite skilled at this, you know."
Giles sensed her smile without seeing it as she replied, "I took some massage therapy courses in college. And a little bit of acupressure and acupuncture."
"Well, you won't be sticking any small needles in me tonight, will you?"
The wide grin was evident in her voice as she teased him, "Depends. How kinky did you wanna get?"
When he turned just slightly over his shoulder and gave her a look, she let out a soft giggle and went back to work kneading his muscles. A long moment of silence passed between them, in which Jenny focused on the task at hand and Giles let his eyes slide closed, enjoying her ministrations. She worked every muscle in his back before going up his sides to his arms, spreading them out on the bed. Her hands left him momentarily, the swish of clothing following, and he wondered what she was doing until her hands returned to him, sliding from his shoulders down to his hands.
She threaded her fingers through his and dipped her stomach, arching her back low and bending at the waist. When Giles felt her naked chest touch down against his back, he jumped, letting out a shudder of, "Good Lord," while his fingers gripped hers tighter.
He felt that wicked smile, those full lips, against the shell of his ear, teasing him, and he thought he would burst when she whispered, "Turn over."
Giles flipped himself onto his back so quickly he nearly bucked Jenny off of him, but she just giggled and lifted herself onto her knees to give him room. When he was settled, she lowered herself once more, her center meeting his length through their underwear. They both moaned at the sensation and he watched Jenny's eyes flutter closed while her hand stroked down his chest.
His hands slid across her hips, across the thin waistband of her panties, and she lifted herself up to allow him to start sliding them down. She moved off of him to finish the task before reaching for his boxers, and he lifted his hips to assist her. They stared at each other for a long moment, the magnitude of the step they were about to take hitting them both full force.
Jenny's fingertips drew errant patterns across his chest, raking through his chest hair and then traipsing down to his stomach as he asked her, "Are you certain?"
Her nod was slow but sure - yes, she was certain. Then, bracing herself with her hands on his stomach, she lowered herself onto him. They both exhaled long groans, Giles closing his eyes and letting his head loll back against the comforter while Jenny threw her head back and called out his name.
So this was what the culmination of all that sexual tension felt like, he couldn't help but think. This was what it was all leading to. All the bickering, whether flirtatious in nature or otherwise, all of the dates that ended with a cold shower... the separation and mutual hurt that stemmed from their long-guarded secrets. It all came to a head in this moment and made everything, the entire ride, worthwhile.
When the spinning in his head started to slow, Giles opened his eyes to watch Jenny, rolling her hips against him in ecstasy. He'd never seen anything or anyone so beautiful. And suddenly, she was too far away from him for his liking, despite their bodies being joined. So he held her round the waist to still her, and gave her a smile when she looked to him in concern. Then, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up with her still in his lap, arms around her and bodies still connected.
He kissed Jenny once, twice, and then deeper a third time as he thrust up into her, and their lips broke when she moaned. He watched the column of her neck elongate as she tipped her head back, and he couldn't help but lean in to kiss along all the exposed skin, paying special attention to the beauty mark on her neck before heading toward her collarbone.
Her fingers threaded through his hair as she murmured incoherently, his name strewn within her babbling. Giles drew her close, his fingers tickling across her back while he nuzzled just under her ear. Gently, he kissed the lobe and whispered his love for her... just in case she'd forgotten. She shivered against him and echoed the declaration, rocking slowly against him.
And so they danced. Fingers traced, eyes branded... lips and tongue laid claim. Binding one arm around her waist, Giles gently reversed their positions, his free hand under Jenny's head as he guided her against the pillows. Then, he settled into the cradle of her hips and let himself sink into her once more, her long, slow gasp urging him onward until he was completely sheathed within her.
For nearly a minute, neither of them moved. They just laid there, breathing together, hanging on to one another and to the moment, eyes closed and foreheads together. Then, slowly, Giles pulled out. And sank back in, repeating the cycle over and over, tempo increasing bit by bit. Jenny whimpered her agreement and arched up into him, twining her legs around him and allowing him to lose himself deeper within her.
The things this woman did to him, he'd never be able to fully comprehend. He'd fallen dangerously in love with her in a short amount of time, her beauty and wit leaving him helpless to resist her. And now, after everything they'd been through, Giles had reached a point where he could no sooner live without her than stop breathing. He needed her in his life, as a primary fixture... as a permanent fixture. His love for her overwhelmed him.
"Rupert," she called his name again, her fingernails digging into the small of his back. The strain in her voice told him she was close, as was he.
So he murmured her name right back at her, kissing down her neck as he increased the tempo. Jenny agreed with every thrust, her hips moving in tandem with his. Soon her felt her body tensing as she clawed at his back, and he winced, hoping the pleasure would soon override the pain. It wasn't long before he followed her over that edge, and they collapsed together against the pillows, his body covering hers.
He felt the strongest urge to ask her to marry him in that moment, but blamed it on lack of oxygen in his brain. Surely after one passionate romp they couldn't possibly be altar-bound. But when Giles pulled away to smile into Jenny's eyes, watching her stare at her fingers tracing his lips, he thought perhaps that day would come sooner rather than later.
FIN
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