"Which isn't difficult to understand," he told her with a one-shouldered shrug, flipping the pancakes on the griddle. "Given how much energy she used up during her, ehm... rampage, I guess you could say. I imagine it'll take another few weeks for her to get her strength back
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"But they weren't beyond my control, Rupert," she argued, leaning her head back against the cupboards as he comfortingly ran his hands up and down her thighs. "I had the power to nip that entire situation in the bud, and what did I do instead? I just gave her a disapproving frown, maybe the silent treatment for a little bit, and assumed that would be enough. It wasn't. I could've done so much more."So what would you have done, then?" he challenged, quirking an eyebrow
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Giles leaned in and softened his voice, trying to hammer home the point for his ever-stubborn wife. "The point is, Jenny... no matter what you could have done, no matter how many precautions you could have taken... Willow could have always found a way around them."
He shook his head, leaning back and sliding his fingers along the hair that framed her face now. "She's always had that unbeatable tenacity, that drive to know more, to hone her craft, to be better than average. You know that. So, please..." He tilted his head. "Stop blaming yourself
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Jenny crumpled up the tear-stained napkin and tossed it in the garbage, sighing once more. "I hate this."
Rupert smiled sympathetically at her. "Then I'm loathe to tell you this, darling, but... it's only going to get worse."
"Yeah, I know," she chuckled, ruefully, sock-clad feet swinging. "In that case, buster, you'd better hold onto your damn hat. And maybe take down the number of a local shelter."
"I'll be just fine," he smirked, and leaned in to kiss her forehead gently.
Jenny sighed, always grateful for his understanding, and slid her lips up to meet his. Slowly, her hands made their way up his chest, past his shoulders and fluttered up his neck before she cupped his face, trying to pull him closer.
Once again, her hormones began to take charge, but in an entirely different manner. "Rupert," she mumbled against his lips.
"Mmm?" He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, though still keeping it gentle.
"Do you think we could, maybe..." She left the implication dangling as she pulled away, quirking an eyebrow.
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"Yes, I know," he chuckled. "Hence why I'm making them."
"Any other occasion for this big breakfast?" she asked, swinging her legs and occasionally letting her heels hit the bottom cupboards.
"Well... I thought it'd be a good excuse to use these blueberries before they spoil. And of course, you are currently eating for two ( ... )
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He shook his head, leaning back and sliding his fingers along the hair that framed her face now. "She's always had that unbeatable tenacity, that drive to know more, to hone her craft, to be better than average. You know that. So, please..." He tilted his head. "Stop blaming yourself ( ... )
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Rupert smiled sympathetically at her. "Then I'm loathe to tell you this, darling, but... it's only going to get worse."
"Yeah, I know," she chuckled, ruefully, sock-clad feet swinging. "In that case, buster, you'd better hold onto your damn hat. And maybe take down the number of a local shelter."
"I'll be just fine," he smirked, and leaned in to kiss her forehead gently.
Jenny sighed, always grateful for his understanding, and slid her lips up to meet his. Slowly, her hands made their way up his chest, past his shoulders and fluttered up his neck before she cupped his face, trying to pull him closer.
Once again, her hormones began to take charge, but in an entirely different manner. "Rupert," she mumbled against his lips.
"Mmm?" He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, though still keeping it gentle.
"Do you think we could, maybe..." She left the implication dangling as she pulled away, quirking an eyebrow.
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