Giles' hand tightened around Fred's when she mentioned she had seen the girlfriend. He knew Fred could take care of herself but when she mentioned what she had felt from the girlfriend, it had been an automatic response. "Opening a Hellmouth takes a lot of dark magic and in order to achieve it, one has to be dark in nature," he said as the library came into view.
They went inside and Giles wiped his feet off on the entrance rug. "How about I look through the local history and you do what you need to do with the computer? You know more about computers and I know more about Hellmouths. It'll go quicker and we can get the information we need quicker," he said. He softly kissed her lips and walked off to the information desk.
Once he was pointed in the right direction, Giles started to pour over the books. Most of it was useless until he found an article about an earthquake that had hit the city sixty years before. The center of the earthquake was were Bedford's shop was now located. It was all the proof he needed to know there was a Hellmouth there.
He closed all the books and put them back in their right spots before going off to find Fred. When he finally found her, he sat beside her. "There is a Hellmouth under Bedford's shop," he said, explaining about the earthquake. "Have you found anything out yet?"
When Rupert suggested that the split up for a bit to do their respective research, Fred nodded, realizing that it was probably a good idea. She was good at book searching, but he knew better what to look for in regards to Hellmouths than she did. And she didn't want to really take the chance of the password being changed on her before she had a chance to use it.
"I'll be in the computer lab then," she told him once he kissed her.
While he went to the information desk, she found her way to the computer area, getting on one of the machines. Quickly, she made her way to the website for the company Bedford used for his shipments. The password worked, and she got into his account, clicking her way through to the tracking history for his latest shipment. The books were currently on their way from a depot in Seattle, currently waiting to finish clearing Customs. They'd be at a clearinghouse in the city tomorrow afternoon, then would be taken to Bedford's.
They probably wanted to head to the clearinghouse and intercept the books there, she thought as she logged out. Then perhaps they could deal with the girlfriend separately. There was no way they could leave Bedford alone to deal with her when the books never arrived.
She quickly checked some of the news sites out of curiosity, both to find out a bit more about what was going on and to see if she could find any references to strange occurences, such as a hotspot opening up. She found an article from San Francisco about some unexplained storm damage to a house in the area a few days before. That had to be the books arriving from Pylea.
Just then, Rupert found her, and she nodded, turning to face him. "The books are arriving at a clearinghouse downtown tomorrow afternoon. I printed out the information." She pointed out the pages on the printer next to her computer. "We should get them there, then go deal with the Ar'vek since she won't be too happy about them not arriving."
She then indicated the screen where the article she had been reading was still up. "The books are definitely from Pylea. A house suffered some damage like a storm had hit it - that's what it's like with the portal opens between the two worlds. It's like a storm hits it." She shuddered slightly, remembering what it was like when she had been sucked through almost eight years before.
Giles took the papers out of the printer, hoping he didn't break anything. He looked them over and nodded. "Good idea," he said, folding them up and slipping them into his pocket. He then looked at the computer screen as she explained about the house. Then he saw her shudder and reached over to rub her back. "At least we know the origin, and that it was the books from Pylea."
With a sigh, he stood from the chair and helped Fred up. "I think we should go back to the hotel room. I don't want us out and about and exposed. It's hard telling who might be watching us," he said as he took her hand. "We can go back to the room and get something to eat and decide how we're going to get the books out of the clearinghouse."
He stood there and waited for her to do whatever she needed to do with the computer to make it turn off. "Do you want to get a taxi back to the room or are we going to use other means?" he asked.
As Rupert rubbed her back, Fred nodded, taking a few breaths. She just had to remind herself Pylea was behind her for good now, and besides that things had changed. They weren't having to go back there, after all. They were just intercepting some books and making sure that they didn't fall into the hands of the demon girlfriend and her people.
Taking his hand in hers, she rose from the chair. "Going back sounds like a good idea." She didn't think they were being watched, but she was still new to this, so the less they exposed themselves, the better.
Turning to the computer, she leaned over and cleared out the history from the browser before logging off from the temporary id she had gotten from the librarian in charge of the computers. Once she was finished, she turned to Rupert and smiled at him when he asked how they were going to get back to the hotel room.
"Come with me," she said, pulling on his hand and leading him upstairs to one of the back stacks. Glancing around, she made sure that they were alone and couldn't be seen, then concentrated for a moment, feeling her wings pop out.
With a smile, she stepped closer to Rupert and wrapped them around him before they disappeared and reappeared back in the middle of the room.
"I'm getting better at this," she said, pleased with herself.
When Fred took him up to one of the back stacks, Giles had to bite back a comment about how he'd spent a good amount of time snogging girls in the back of the library. Of course, seeing Fred's wings pop out caused him to keep his mouth short. With a short nod, he stepped closer and allowed the wings to wrap around him. He had to bite back a groan when he felt how close they were standing.
Once they back in the hotel, Giles smiled at Fred's comment. "You are, love," he said as he stepped back and looked at her. She had the familiar glow about her; the same glow she got whenever her wings came out. Stepping closer to her again, he seemed enthralled by her wings. He reached a hand out and slowly moved his fingers through the softness of them.
"You look like a goddess, Fred," he whispered as he looked down at her, his fingers still stroking the wing. He dipped his head down and laid a small trail of kisses on her neck as his fingers started to trace small circles on the wing. "So beautiful, my love."
When Rupert touched her wings, Fred sucked in her breath, her eyes closing. She could actually feel his caresses as if he were stroking her skin, and it was the most amazingly strange and wonderful feeling in the world. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how much a part of her the wings actually were - they had just seemed to something that appeared and disappeared as she needed them.
"I--I'm not a goddess, really," she told him although as he began kissing her, she realized how much of one he made her feel.
Wrapping her arm around him, she held onto her head fell back. Her hand began stroking up and down his back as her other moved to cup the back of his head, tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Thank you for coming with me. I'm so glad you're here," she whispered before moving slightly so she nudge his head up and kiss him deeply. "I love you, Rupert."
Giles could feel his jeans starting to tighten as he continued to stroke the wings and kiss Fred's neck. When she nudged his head up, he pressed against her and moaned into their deep kiss. "I love you too, Fred," he whispered once the kiss was broken. His fingers were still on her wing since he didn't want to disappear just yet.
With his feel hand, he reached down and cupped one of her breasts and rubbed her nipple through the material. "And you are a goddess, my love," he whispered as he slowly went to his knees. He was a bit disappointed that he had to stop touching her wing but hoped she would keep them out.
Looking up at her, still seeing the glow around her body, Giles groaned. He carefully undid her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He then tugged them over her hips and slide them, along with her panties down and encouraged her to step out of them. He could smell her arousal as he dipped a finger into her wet folds.
Giles then leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit. "You even taste like a goddess," he said before sucking her nub into his mouth as his fingers pressed against her tight hole.
Fred moaned when Rupert began to rub her breast while still touching her wings - the sensation was enough to send her mind spinning and make her feel all gooey and melty inside. She still didn't think she was a goddess, but he seemed to think so, and she definitely felt like she was being worshipped, especially when he undid her jeans. She looked down at him, feeling herself shudder.
"Oh, God," she moaned when he put his lips to her, almost falling over. She managed to stay upright, though, her wings actually helping to give her balance. Resting her leg over his shoulder, she held onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.
Then his fingers slid inside her, and she felt herself immediately beginning to tighten up, overwhelmed by all the feelings. She had never experienced anything like this before. He seemed to understand just how to touch her and love her.
"Rupert," she gasped. She bucked her hips forward, her hands threading in his hair. After several moments, she felt like she was hanging on the edge, the tightening becoming almost painful, almost too much, until finally, she let out a cry and came hard against his mouth.
Giles liked the way Fred responded to him. He also liked the way her wings seemed to be holding her up as she placed a leg over his shoulder. Looking up at her, still seeing the glow around her, he thrust his fingers into her and sucked harder when she started to tighten up. When she finally came, he greedily licked up her juices and waited for her to come down from her high before removing his fingers from her.
He stood, groaning at how tight his jeans were. Looking at her, he knew he needed to be inside of her but he didn't want to lose the moment of her standing before him, half-naked and with her wings up. Giles kicked off her boots and pulled down his jeans and boxers. "Need you, Fred," he groaned before he looked around the room.
Seeing one of the walls, he stepped forward and picked her up by the waist. Giles carried her over and pressed her against the wall. "I love you so much," he whispered before he adjusted himself and pushed up into her tightness.
As Fred opened her eyes after coming down her orgasm, she looked up at Rupert, locking eyes with him. She could see the love and want shining in his green eyes. The way he looked at her, she felt beautiful. Just as she thought he was beautiful. Beautiful and wonderful.
She nodded when he told her he needed her and reached over to wrap her arms around him as he picked her up. Within moments, she found herself up against the wall, its coolness against her wings almost like it might have been had it been the bare skin of her back. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Rupert, gasping at the feel of him pushing into her, filling her up.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. She had never done anything like this before. She had always been a bit shy about herself and about being with others. Her times with the few men she had with - Jimmy, Mark, Charles - before had been in a bed or on a couch, usually with the lights dim, fumbling and uncertain.
With Rupert, though, it was all different. She just wanted to be with him, no matter where. She wanted to share everything with him, let him see everything.
Pulling him closer, she nuzzled her head against his neck as she bucked her hips against him, feeling him deep inside her.
Pushing up into her, Giles groaned as his mouth latched onto Fred's neck. She was so tight, so warm, and so alive. He couldn't get over how alive she was considering she had died just a year ago. "Fred..." he groaned as she wrapped her legs around him, and opened herself up more.
Giles pushed into her harder, wishing he could touch her more but holding her up was the most important thing. He angled his thrusts, trying hard to rub her clit. His hands slipped up and his fingers moved through the softness of her wings. Giles could feel himself tightening and knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Fred," he gasped as he tried to slow his thrusts. "I can't....I'm going to..." Suddenly, everything around him exploded and he thrust into her hard as he let out a cry. His cock twitched and he spilled himself into her.
They went inside and Giles wiped his feet off on the entrance rug. "How about I look through the local history and you do what you need to do with the computer? You know more about computers and I know more about Hellmouths. It'll go quicker and we can get the information we need quicker," he said. He softly kissed her lips and walked off to the information desk.
Once he was pointed in the right direction, Giles started to pour over the books. Most of it was useless until he found an article about an earthquake that had hit the city sixty years before. The center of the earthquake was were Bedford's shop was now located. It was all the proof he needed to know there was a Hellmouth there.
He closed all the books and put them back in their right spots before going off to find Fred. When he finally found her, he sat beside her. "There is a Hellmouth under Bedford's shop," he said, explaining about the earthquake. "Have you found anything out yet?"
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"I'll be in the computer lab then," she told him once he kissed her.
While he went to the information desk, she found her way to the computer area, getting on one of the machines. Quickly, she made her way to the website for the company Bedford used for his shipments. The password worked, and she got into his account, clicking her way through to the tracking history for his latest shipment. The books were currently on their way from a depot in Seattle, currently waiting to finish clearing Customs. They'd be at a clearinghouse in the city tomorrow afternoon, then would be taken to Bedford's.
They probably wanted to head to the clearinghouse and intercept the books there, she thought as she logged out. Then perhaps they could deal with the girlfriend separately. There was no way they could leave Bedford alone to deal with her when the books never arrived.
She quickly checked some of the news sites out of curiosity, both to find out a bit more about what was going on and to see if she could find any references to strange occurences, such as a hotspot opening up. She found an article from San Francisco about some unexplained storm damage to a house in the area a few days before. That had to be the books arriving from Pylea.
Just then, Rupert found her, and she nodded, turning to face him. "The books are arriving at a clearinghouse downtown tomorrow afternoon. I printed out the information." She pointed out the pages on the printer next to her computer. "We should get them there, then go deal with the Ar'vek since she won't be too happy about them not arriving."
She then indicated the screen where the article she had been reading was still up. "The books are definitely from Pylea. A house suffered some damage like a storm had hit it - that's what it's like with the portal opens between the two worlds. It's like a storm hits it." She shuddered slightly, remembering what it was like when she had been sucked through almost eight years before.
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With a sigh, he stood from the chair and helped Fred up. "I think we should go back to the hotel room. I don't want us out and about and exposed. It's hard telling who might be watching us," he said as he took her hand. "We can go back to the room and get something to eat and decide how we're going to get the books out of the clearinghouse."
He stood there and waited for her to do whatever she needed to do with the computer to make it turn off. "Do you want to get a taxi back to the room or are we going to use other means?" he asked.
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Taking his hand in hers, she rose from the chair. "Going back sounds like a good idea." She didn't think they were being watched, but she was still new to this, so the less they exposed themselves, the better.
Turning to the computer, she leaned over and cleared out the history from the browser before logging off from the temporary id she had gotten from the librarian in charge of the computers. Once she was finished, she turned to Rupert and smiled at him when he asked how they were going to get back to the hotel room.
"Come with me," she said, pulling on his hand and leading him upstairs to one of the back stacks. Glancing around, she made sure that they were alone and couldn't be seen, then concentrated for a moment, feeling her wings pop out.
With a smile, she stepped closer to Rupert and wrapped them around him before they disappeared and reappeared back in the middle of the room.
"I'm getting better at this," she said, pleased with herself.
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Once they back in the hotel, Giles smiled at Fred's comment. "You are, love," he said as he stepped back and looked at her. She had the familiar glow about her; the same glow she got whenever her wings came out. Stepping closer to her again, he seemed enthralled by her wings. He reached a hand out and slowly moved his fingers through the softness of them.
"You look like a goddess, Fred," he whispered as he looked down at her, his fingers still stroking the wing. He dipped his head down and laid a small trail of kisses on her neck as his fingers started to trace small circles on the wing. "So beautiful, my love."
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"I--I'm not a goddess, really," she told him although as he began kissing her, she realized how much of one he made her feel.
Wrapping her arm around him, she held onto her head fell back. Her hand began stroking up and down his back as her other moved to cup the back of his head, tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Thank you for coming with me. I'm so glad you're here," she whispered before moving slightly so she nudge his head up and kiss him deeply. "I love you, Rupert."
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With his feel hand, he reached down and cupped one of her breasts and rubbed her nipple through the material. "And you are a goddess, my love," he whispered as he slowly went to his knees. He was a bit disappointed that he had to stop touching her wing but hoped she would keep them out.
Looking up at her, still seeing the glow around her body, Giles groaned. He carefully undid her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He then tugged them over her hips and slide them, along with her panties down and encouraged her to step out of them. He could smell her arousal as he dipped a finger into her wet folds.
Giles then leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit. "You even taste like a goddess," he said before sucking her nub into his mouth as his fingers pressed against her tight hole.
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"Oh, God," she moaned when he put his lips to her, almost falling over. She managed to stay upright, though, her wings actually helping to give her balance. Resting her leg over his shoulder, she held onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.
Then his fingers slid inside her, and she felt herself immediately beginning to tighten up, overwhelmed by all the feelings. She had never experienced anything like this before. He seemed to understand just how to touch her and love her.
"Rupert," she gasped. She bucked her hips forward, her hands threading in his hair. After several moments, she felt like she was hanging on the edge, the tightening becoming almost painful, almost too much, until finally, she let out a cry and came hard against his mouth.
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He stood, groaning at how tight his jeans were. Looking at her, he knew he needed to be inside of her but he didn't want to lose the moment of her standing before him, half-naked and with her wings up. Giles kicked off her boots and pulled down his jeans and boxers. "Need you, Fred," he groaned before he looked around the room.
Seeing one of the walls, he stepped forward and picked her up by the waist. Giles carried her over and pressed her against the wall. "I love you so much," he whispered before he adjusted himself and pushed up into her tightness.
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She nodded when he told her he needed her and reached over to wrap her arms around him as he picked her up. Within moments, she found herself up against the wall, its coolness against her wings almost like it might have been had it been the bare skin of her back. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Rupert, gasping at the feel of him pushing into her, filling her up.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. She had never done anything like this before. She had always been a bit shy about herself and about being with others. Her times with the few men she had with - Jimmy, Mark, Charles - before had been in a bed or on a couch, usually with the lights dim, fumbling and uncertain.
With Rupert, though, it was all different. She just wanted to be with him, no matter where. She wanted to share everything with him, let him see everything.
Pulling him closer, she nuzzled her head against his neck as she bucked her hips against him, feeling him deep inside her.
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Giles pushed into her harder, wishing he could touch her more but holding her up was the most important thing. He angled his thrusts, trying hard to rub her clit. His hands slipped up and his fingers moved through the softness of her wings. Giles could feel himself tightening and knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Fred," he gasped as he tried to slow his thrusts. "I can't....I'm going to..." Suddenly, everything around him exploded and he thrust into her hard as he let out a cry. His cock twitched and he spilled himself into her.
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