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england_giles January 6 2011, 00:50:36 UTC
"No, no, no," Giles chuckled, shying away from his apparently-randy wife. "Your breakfast is awaiting you, my love. Shall I help you down?" And he held out a hand, palm-up ( ... )

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calendar_woman January 6 2011, 00:56:15 UTC
"Oops," Jenny smiled triumphantly over his shoulder and trailed her lips down his neck. "Must've forgotten 'em."

"You're a wicked little thing," he murmured, stroking her gently, teasingly.

"I know," she moaned softly, her head tilting back to rest against the cupboards. "And like you said..."

When he raised his eyes to hers, she grinned. "It's only gonna get worse."

With that, he scooped her into his arms, her legs locking around him again as he carried her down the hall into the bedroom. "I can handle couch sex y'know, Rupert," she smirked, giving him a look.

"Yes, I know. Please forgive me if I prefer to make love to you in a bed."

"Alright, but just this once."

He gave her a facetious glare and kissed her passionately, unbuttoning the dress shirt she wore.

And Jenny closed her eyes, threading her fingers through his hair as he kissed down her body.

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england_giles January 9 2011, 00:43:21 UTC
His lips trailed down her sternum, the shirt completely unbuttoned but still resting against her skin on either side of his face. When he reached her belly, his lips slowly spread into a smile, and he swept his hands across the soft skin there, parting the shirt further ( ... )

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calendar_woman January 9 2011, 01:31:38 UTC
They made it to the Coven by late morning, after allowing plenty of time for showers and finishing the pancake breakfast Rupert had intended to make. They were immediately greeted by Miss Harkness, who was directing a few young witches back toward the commune ( ... )

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england_giles January 9 2011, 02:04:20 UTC
Giles sensed the tension in her the moment the witch from Dresden had come up. Now, as they walked along the vast corridors of the commune, he decided to steal the opportunity to find out what was on her mind. "What are you thinking?" he asked, squeezing her hand again ( ... )

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