Summer of Giles Fic II - In the Moment
Title: In the Moment
Author: spikeNdru
Pairing: Giles/Drusilla (Giles/Jenny implied), Angelus/Drusilla implied, Angelus/William implied
Rating: FRAO
Length: 1431 words
For woman_of_ for giving me the prompt: Giles/Drusilla as Jenny, with Angel and Spike watching.
As usual, many thanks to makd, beta extraordinaire
“We've done blunt - but that still leaves sharp, cold, hot and loud.” Faith’s list of the five major torture groups.
Angelus grinned delightedly. This was even more fun than the torture, although he’d only begun the third of the five traditional groups. He had been really hoping the librarian wouldn’t break-if anyone could develop a sixth group, it would be he, especially since that poser de Sade was long dead. If the Watcher could just hold out a bit longer . . .
But then Spike, of all people, had to put a damper on his fun with Spike’s pithy, logical, reasonable suggestion. Wasn’t that a kicker! A sentence containing the words ‘logic’, ‘reason’, and ‘Spike’ all at the same time. ‘Tis a wonder the earth didn’t shift on its axis! Ah, well. Dru did not disappoint. The new game was quite enjoyable-especially so because of Spike’s all too apparent discomfort while watching. That was the frosting on the tea cake.
Angelus breathed in the emanations of jealousy and longing and rage and lust coming from Spike as grace notes to the body of the work-the pervasive scents of fear, pain, resolve, dunderheaded heroism, and now, lust and longing that rivaled Spike’s-permeating the room from Giles.
Angelus leaned his chair back against the wall and pillowed his clasped hands behind his head. He stretched out his legs to their full length and negligently crossed one ankle over the other, as he settled in to watch the show. Acathla could wait. This was even better than Spike’s discovery that upon turning the TV at a certain angle late at night-voila! Free cable porn. And the repercussions of this ‘show’ would be exquisitely painful for both Rupert and William. Bonus.
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Giles exhaled with relief at the sudden cessation of pain. Had he fallen asleep? He must have done, although the details of the nightmare-it must have been a nightmare he’d been experiencing-were nebulous and he couldn’t quite remember . . . Unless, this was the dream? No, it couldn’t be; he wouldn’t allow it to be a dream. It’s what he’d wanted for so long-he had to believe it was real. He slowly opened his eyes to gaze into Jenny’s soft, dark eyes regarding him with warmth, compassion, and love. He sighed again. He wouldn’t attempt to explain it; any logical ruminations would destroy this precious moment. He firmly shut down the niggling thoughts that were seeking ascendance and relaxed into the joy of having Jenny in his arms.
Her lips curved into a soft smile and she slowly leaned closer . . . closer . . . until he felt the soft touch of her lips on his. He returned their pressure and felt her quick intake of breath before her tongue slipped between his parted lips to take possession of his own. He slid his hands up her back until his right hand tangled in the smooth dark hair at the nape of her neck, and he captured her head and held her close. Time was held in abeyance, and the kiss seemed to go on forever. Giles felt bereft when she finally pulled away. But the separation was only momentary. He shuddered, and drew a deep breath as her lips nibbled on his ear, and then planted light kisses along the curve of his jaw before returning to his mouth. A brief thought crossed his mind and he wondered if he would finally discover exactly where she dangled that alluring earring that apparently was not an ‘earring’. His right hand continued to grip the back of her head, as he slid his left between them to cup her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders in response as she kissed him harder.
Giles was feeling quite dizzy when she finally broke the kiss and leaned back to lift her sweater and tug it over her head. His fingers gently stroked the stiffened lace covering her breast, and he felt her nipple harden through the thin fabric. He bent his head and flicked his tongue across the enticing pale skin, partially veiled by black lace. At Jenny’s quick gasp of what he trusted was desire, he exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The rush of air across the damp lace brought a moan of what he was certain was desire, and she nuzzled his neck, licking and sucking the taut skin above his collarbone. He felt a rush of warmth at the spot that spurred him on to greater endeavors.
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Angelus slowly circled the couple with the fluid grace of a stalking panther, his erection straining against the leather of his pants. Drusilla’s long skirt was hiked to her upper thighs as her long, slim legs were splayed to either side of Giles. The delicate lace of her black bra allowed tantalizing glimpses of her snow-white skin beneath. Angelus’ cock hardened further.
Perhaps he’d been too hasty in his zeal to awaken Acathla. There was no rush, after all. Hell would still be there an hour or so from now. Perhaps he’d give Drusilla a tumble as a reward for a job well done when she’d finished with Rupert. Angelus glanced at Spike, who was gripping the arms of his wheel chair so hard his hands were bloodless and the metal of the chair was beginning to bend out of shape. Angelus smiled sadistically. Perhaps he’d give them both a tumble. William had always been a squirmer. Angelus’ smile grew broader with anticipation of the novel experience of William lying paralyzed beneath him, completely unable to move, while Angelus had his way with him. Ye-e-e-e-e-s, Acathla could definitely wait. The big rock wasn’t going anywhere.
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Jenny’s hands slowly unbuttoned Giles’ shirt, and she bent her head to drop light kisses on each new inch of skin revealed. Her hands stroked his chest, her fingers tangling in the sweat-dampened hair covering his pectoral muscles. She smoothed her palms over his nipples and he gasped as they hardened. She lowered her head and sucked the right one into her mouth and her right palm made lazy circles over his other nipple. She nipped lightly and Giles shuddered with pleasure.
Jenny gave a soft laugh, and then her nimble fingers were on his belt, fumbling with the buckle. Giles’ head fell back against the chair in surrender.
Jenny lowered the zipper excruciatingly slowly and batted his hand away when he tried to help. She grasped the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled it down until his erect cock was exposed to her appreciative gaze. She wrapped her hand around it and his hips bucked in response.
“Well, Rupert, it looks like you’re glad to see me,” Jenny murmured dryly.
“The proof is in the pudding,” Giles answered inanely.
Jenny’s peal of delighted laughter caused an answering smile to form on his face.
“Now, you just relax, my darling Rupert, and let mummy make you feel so good.”
“Sorry?” Giles asked in confusion. “Did you just say ‘mummy’?”
“Of course not, silly boy! I said ‘Jenny’-let Jenny make you feel good. Although, if you’d like me to be mummy, I can be anything you wish.”
“Sorry. I thought you said . . . I misheard.”
Jenny put an end to that turn of conversation, and conversation in general, when she ran her nails up the underside of the length of his cock.
Giles moaned with pleasure. How did she do that? Jenny’s nails were kept short and businesslike, as befitted a computer teacher. How did she manage to produce that exquisite sensation? His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed and it seemed too much effort to think about at present. He’d ask her later.
His breath came faster as Jenny’s hand tightened on his cock, just this side of painfully. He felt her hips shift and the muscles of her thighs tighten as she rose up and then lowered herself upon him. Her cool flesh chilled the heat of his ardor, and the sensation was so unexpected, his eyes flew open. For just a moment, he thought he saw . . .
And then Jenny was moving sensually, and he lost the elusive thought that had prickled at the edge of his subconscious. Or, perhaps, he chose to ignore it. It couldn’t have been important-not when he finally had everything he’d wanted for so long.
He thought he heard Jenny say something about being in the moment. That was excellent advice. He’d savor this moment, because with the type of lives they all led, sometimes moments like these were all there was.
The End
Author: spikeNdru
Pairing: Giles/Drusilla (Giles/Jenny implied), Angelus/Drusilla implied, Angelus/William implied
Rating: FRAO
Length: 1431 words
For woman_of_ for giving me the prompt: Giles/Drusilla as Jenny, with Angel and Spike watching.
As usual, many thanks to makd, beta extraordinaire
“We've done blunt - but that still leaves sharp, cold, hot and loud.” Faith’s list of the five major torture groups.
Angelus grinned delightedly. This was even more fun than the torture, although he’d only begun the third of the five traditional groups. He had been really hoping the librarian wouldn’t break-if anyone could develop a sixth group, it would be he, especially since that poser de Sade was long dead. If the Watcher could just hold out a bit longer . . .
But then Spike, of all people, had to put a damper on his fun with Spike’s pithy, logical, reasonable suggestion. Wasn’t that a kicker! A sentence containing the words ‘logic’, ‘reason’, and ‘Spike’ all at the same time. ‘Tis a wonder the earth didn’t shift on its axis! Ah, well. Dru did not disappoint. The new game was quite enjoyable-especially so because of Spike’s all too apparent discomfort while watching. That was the frosting on the tea cake.
Angelus breathed in the emanations of jealousy and longing and rage and lust coming from Spike as grace notes to the body of the work-the pervasive scents of fear, pain, resolve, dunderheaded heroism, and now, lust and longing that rivaled Spike’s-permeating the room from Giles.
Angelus leaned his chair back against the wall and pillowed his clasped hands behind his head. He stretched out his legs to their full length and negligently crossed one ankle over the other, as he settled in to watch the show. Acathla could wait. This was even better than Spike’s discovery that upon turning the TV at a certain angle late at night-voila! Free cable porn. And the repercussions of this ‘show’ would be exquisitely painful for both Rupert and William. Bonus.
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Giles exhaled with relief at the sudden cessation of pain. Had he fallen asleep? He must have done, although the details of the nightmare-it must have been a nightmare he’d been experiencing-were nebulous and he couldn’t quite remember . . . Unless, this was the dream? No, it couldn’t be; he wouldn’t allow it to be a dream. It’s what he’d wanted for so long-he had to believe it was real. He slowly opened his eyes to gaze into Jenny’s soft, dark eyes regarding him with warmth, compassion, and love. He sighed again. He wouldn’t attempt to explain it; any logical ruminations would destroy this precious moment. He firmly shut down the niggling thoughts that were seeking ascendance and relaxed into the joy of having Jenny in his arms.
Her lips curved into a soft smile and she slowly leaned closer . . . closer . . . until he felt the soft touch of her lips on his. He returned their pressure and felt her quick intake of breath before her tongue slipped between his parted lips to take possession of his own. He slid his hands up her back until his right hand tangled in the smooth dark hair at the nape of her neck, and he captured her head and held her close. Time was held in abeyance, and the kiss seemed to go on forever. Giles felt bereft when she finally pulled away. But the separation was only momentary. He shuddered, and drew a deep breath as her lips nibbled on his ear, and then planted light kisses along the curve of his jaw before returning to his mouth. A brief thought crossed his mind and he wondered if he would finally discover exactly where she dangled that alluring earring that apparently was not an ‘earring’. His right hand continued to grip the back of her head, as he slid his left between them to cup her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders in response as she kissed him harder.
Giles was feeling quite dizzy when she finally broke the kiss and leaned back to lift her sweater and tug it over her head. His fingers gently stroked the stiffened lace covering her breast, and he felt her nipple harden through the thin fabric. He bent his head and flicked his tongue across the enticing pale skin, partially veiled by black lace. At Jenny’s quick gasp of what he trusted was desire, he exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The rush of air across the damp lace brought a moan of what he was certain was desire, and she nuzzled his neck, licking and sucking the taut skin above his collarbone. He felt a rush of warmth at the spot that spurred him on to greater endeavors.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angelus slowly circled the couple with the fluid grace of a stalking panther, his erection straining against the leather of his pants. Drusilla’s long skirt was hiked to her upper thighs as her long, slim legs were splayed to either side of Giles. The delicate lace of her black bra allowed tantalizing glimpses of her snow-white skin beneath. Angelus’ cock hardened further.
Perhaps he’d been too hasty in his zeal to awaken Acathla. There was no rush, after all. Hell would still be there an hour or so from now. Perhaps he’d give Drusilla a tumble as a reward for a job well done when she’d finished with Rupert. Angelus glanced at Spike, who was gripping the arms of his wheel chair so hard his hands were bloodless and the metal of the chair was beginning to bend out of shape. Angelus smiled sadistically. Perhaps he’d give them both a tumble. William had always been a squirmer. Angelus’ smile grew broader with anticipation of the novel experience of William lying paralyzed beneath him, completely unable to move, while Angelus had his way with him. Ye-e-e-e-e-s, Acathla could definitely wait. The big rock wasn’t going anywhere.
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Jenny’s hands slowly unbuttoned Giles’ shirt, and she bent her head to drop light kisses on each new inch of skin revealed. Her hands stroked his chest, her fingers tangling in the sweat-dampened hair covering his pectoral muscles. She smoothed her palms over his nipples and he gasped as they hardened. She lowered her head and sucked the right one into her mouth and her right palm made lazy circles over his other nipple. She nipped lightly and Giles shuddered with pleasure.
Jenny gave a soft laugh, and then her nimble fingers were on his belt, fumbling with the buckle. Giles’ head fell back against the chair in surrender.
Jenny lowered the zipper excruciatingly slowly and batted his hand away when he tried to help. She grasped the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled it down until his erect cock was exposed to her appreciative gaze. She wrapped her hand around it and his hips bucked in response.
“Well, Rupert, it looks like you’re glad to see me,” Jenny murmured dryly.
“The proof is in the pudding,” Giles answered inanely.
Jenny’s peal of delighted laughter caused an answering smile to form on his face.
“Now, you just relax, my darling Rupert, and let mummy make you feel so good.”
“Sorry?” Giles asked in confusion. “Did you just say ‘mummy’?”
“Of course not, silly boy! I said ‘Jenny’-let Jenny make you feel good. Although, if you’d like me to be mummy, I can be anything you wish.”
“Sorry. I thought you said . . . I misheard.”
Jenny put an end to that turn of conversation, and conversation in general, when she ran her nails up the underside of the length of his cock.
Giles moaned with pleasure. How did she do that? Jenny’s nails were kept short and businesslike, as befitted a computer teacher. How did she manage to produce that exquisite sensation? His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed and it seemed too much effort to think about at present. He’d ask her later.
His breath came faster as Jenny’s hand tightened on his cock, just this side of painfully. He felt her hips shift and the muscles of her thighs tighten as she rose up and then lowered herself upon him. Her cool flesh chilled the heat of his ardor, and the sensation was so unexpected, his eyes flew open. For just a moment, he thought he saw . . .
And then Jenny was moving sensually, and he lost the elusive thought that had prickled at the edge of his subconscious. Or, perhaps, he chose to ignore it. It couldn’t have been important-not when he finally had everything he’d wanted for so long.
He thought he heard Jenny say something about being in the moment. That was excellent advice. He’d savor this moment, because with the type of lives they all led, sometimes moments like these were all there was.
The End