Love Me Dead
"Good Lord, I think you almost killed me." Closing his eyes, Giles scrubbed a hand over his face and then ran it through his hair, trying to get his palpitating heart to calm.
Beside him, Jenny panted. "You're still breathing," she grinned devilishly.
He balked. "Barely."
He watched as she turned on her side, the sheet covering her but sitting low enough that he was granted a generous view of her cleavage. Drawing his eyes back up to hers, he caught the mischievous glint there.
"So was that a yes?" she asked, voice still low and smoky, and... just a bit breathless.
Giles furrowed his brows, pressing his head deep into the pillows to eye her strangely. "Did you ask me a question?"
Jenny smirked, her index finger drawing indiscriminate patterns on his chest. "I asked if you liked my shorter hair, and the next thing I knew, my pants were across the room and you had me on my back. So was that a yes?"
Giles chuckled, reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers together while he closed his eyes. He really did enjoy her new hairstyle. It had been so lovely when it was long, of course. Though, now that it was back to shoulder-length, she suddenly looked very much like she did when they were first starting to know one another -- when he was first becoming smitten with her.
"Yes, I like it very much," he told her, bringing their joined hands to his lips for a kiss. "But then, you knew that already, didn't you?"
"Sure did."
He hummed a chuckle, still kissing her hand. "You just enjoy making me say it, don't you?"
"Sure do."
Jenny sighed then, rolling over to drape herself across his chest, arm snaking over his abdomen. Giles closed his eyes and twined his fingers through her hair, allowing himself a moment to find peace in the simple, but soothing act.
It had been a trying few weeks since they'd learned the truth about Glory. What with having to finally reveal to the others what Dawn truly was, as well as Willow's continuing impetuousness in doing spells, he and Jenny had been undergoing plenty of stress. Luckily, they hadn't lost the ability to release said-stress in their normal fashion. "Up for another round?" he asked her, tickling up and down her arm, and smiled when she giggled.
"Not tonight, though I love the ambition. I'm meeting Buffy for coffee in the morning."
"Ah. Very well, then."
She lifted her head off his chest with a smile. "Rain check? We could go nuts on each other tomorrow night, maybe."
Giles smirked. "Deal."
As Jenny laid her head on his chest again and closed her eyes, he heard the smile in her voice while she told him sleepily, "You'd better be prepared though, England. I'm gonna wear you down to bones."
He smiled, kissing the crown of her head. "I'm looking forward to it, my love."
Beside him, Jenny panted. "You're still breathing," she grinned devilishly.
He balked. "Barely."
He watched as she turned on her side, the sheet covering her but sitting low enough that he was granted a generous view of her cleavage. Drawing his eyes back up to hers, he caught the mischievous glint there.
"So was that a yes?" she asked, voice still low and smoky, and... just a bit breathless.
Giles furrowed his brows, pressing his head deep into the pillows to eye her strangely. "Did you ask me a question?"
Jenny smirked, her index finger drawing indiscriminate patterns on his chest. "I asked if you liked my shorter hair, and the next thing I knew, my pants were across the room and you had me on my back. So was that a yes?"
Giles chuckled, reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers together while he closed his eyes. He really did enjoy her new hairstyle. It had been so lovely when it was long, of course. Though, now that it was back to shoulder-length, she suddenly looked very much like she did when they were first starting to know one another -- when he was first becoming smitten with her.
"Yes, I like it very much," he told her, bringing their joined hands to his lips for a kiss. "But then, you knew that already, didn't you?"
"Sure did."
He hummed a chuckle, still kissing her hand. "You just enjoy making me say it, don't you?"
"Sure do."
Jenny sighed then, rolling over to drape herself across his chest, arm snaking over his abdomen. Giles closed his eyes and twined his fingers through her hair, allowing himself a moment to find peace in the simple, but soothing act.
It had been a trying few weeks since they'd learned the truth about Glory. What with having to finally reveal to the others what Dawn truly was, as well as Willow's continuing impetuousness in doing spells, he and Jenny had been undergoing plenty of stress. Luckily, they hadn't lost the ability to release said-stress in their normal fashion. "Up for another round?" he asked her, tickling up and down her arm, and smiled when she giggled.
"Not tonight, though I love the ambition. I'm meeting Buffy for coffee in the morning."
"Ah. Very well, then."
She lifted her head off his chest with a smile. "Rain check? We could go nuts on each other tomorrow night, maybe."
Giles smirked. "Deal."
As Jenny laid her head on his chest again and closed her eyes, he heard the smile in her voice while she told him sleepily, "You'd better be prepared though, England. I'm gonna wear you down to bones."
He smiled, kissing the crown of her head. "I'm looking forward to it, my love."