Hot For Teacher [BtVS; Giles/Jenny]
TITLE: Hot For Teacher
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Giles/Jenny
SPOILERS: Season one AU (post-'I Robot')
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: With a resigned sigh, Giles decided it best to be a gentleman and return the wretched book to its owner.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For myfidgetball, since it was her prompting that inspired me to finally finish this!
*****
It all started when Giles was least expecting it. He had been cleaning up the table in the library, putting away all the ancient texts he, Buffy, and Willow had used to bone up on their latest demon. That was when he found it, lying beneath one of the larger tomes: Word Processing and Spreadsheets: a Basic Tutorial, complete with a large picture of a computer on the front cover. Rolling his eyes, he surmised it was left behind by none other than that dreadful Calendar woman, whose sole job, it seemed, was to be the thorn in his side.
With a resigned sigh, Giles decided it best to be a gentleman and return the wretched book to its owner. His footsteps echoed in the darkened, hallowed halls of Sunnydale High, the moonlight his only guide to his destination. Instinctively, he kept his eyes (and ears) peeled for anything suspicious; part of his never-ending call of duty, he supposed. When he got closer to the computer science classroom, he noted the interior was dark, save for a warm glow that was not the moonlight. He then heard a shuffle of papers, followed by fingernails clattering away on a keyboard.
Softly, he rapped his knuckles on the doorframe... but apparently not softly enough, for the brunette seated at the computer jumped at the mere sound, whirling around with her mouth open in shock. When she saw who it was, she exhaled a relieved smile, hand over her heart. Giles found himself clearing his throat and looking away.
"Rupert, you scared me."
"Terribly sorry," he apologized, still lingering in the doorway until she waved him in. He held up the book he'd toted with him. "I, ehm... I found this in the library while I was putting things away for the night and thought you may need it."
"Oh!" Even in the darkness of the room he could see her face light into a brilliant smile; a smile that did something indescribable, though not entirely unpleasant, to him. "That's my textbook for tomorrow's class." She reached for the book as she murmured a simple, soft, "Thank you," and he attempted not to react when their fingers brushed.
"Yes. Well. You're quite welcome." He turned to leave when her voice stopped him.
"You don't have to bolt out of here every time you stop by, you know." Her tone was almost lilting... playful... perhaps even a tad flirtatious.
Giles slowly turned around and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Forgive me, I just... am not comfortable surrounded by all of these..." he made a sweeping gesture toward all of the white monitors scattered about, trying not to let the disgust show in his voice as he finished, "things."
That did nothing to deter the chuckle, almost musical in nature, that burst forth from her lips. "Okay, Snobby," she chided him. "One of these days I'm going to have to show you that computers don't bite." With an upward quirk of one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, she added, "I might, though, if you say the wrong thing."
Perhaps he'd already been through too many harrowing experiences, because he was suddenly struck with the thought that being bitten by Jennifer Calendar may not be the worst thing to endure. "Um... yes. I'll take that under consideration."
Another musical laugh, and Giles felt his heart beat just a little faster. Perhaps this woman was a witch, binding him to her, hypnotizing him with a spell. Yes, he'd see her true, demonic self any moment now. "Take a seat, Rupert. Stay awhile. I could use the company while I finish grading these papers."
He sat down immediately, like a trained puppy being commanded to do so by its master. He had to get away from this woman. She was dangerous with those smouldering dark eyes, pert nose, and... inexplicably shiny hair. But still, try as he might, he couldn't move. The mere sight of her, of the glow off the computer catching in her hair, was captivating. The sight of her long, graceful fingers looping a slice of short brown hair behind her ear was enchanting. The way her necklace dangled from the long graceful column of her throat, swinging like a pendulum, was almost hypnotic.
And then, naturally, his eyes were drawn (of their own volition, mind you) to her blouse, which was... cut far lower than what was proper for a school teacher. Giles found himself swallowing hard and loosening his necktie as discreetly as he could, wanting more than anything to take his eyes off the creamy flesh that beckoned him, but it held him captive. There was the slight, elegant jut of her collarbone, and the shadow of her plum leather trench against her skin, leading the way toward the thick white sweater beneath, and the two globes of flesh housed within the confines of a... (he gulped) black lace bra.
He felt the flush painting his cheeks and was thankful they weren't in daylight. If Buffy were there, she'd already be teasing him about Ms. Calendar, telling him that he was "crushing hard" or "totally jonesing" or whatever nonsensical bit of slang she'd acquired that particular week. But Buffy wasn't there. Luckily. Surely she'd be disgusted with him for having such carnal thoughts. Perhaps she'd even spout off a long "Ewwwwwww," and walk away as quickly as possible, with a grimace on her face.
"See anything you like down there?"
"W-What?" His head snapped upward so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. He reached one hand back to massage the muscles.
When the petite computer science teacher looked up, she had an almost knowing smirk on her face. "I said... 'see anything you like down there?'" She came slowly around the desk that separated them, her fingers traipsing across the polished mahogany as she did so. When she got close, he backed up so quickly he nearly knocked over the media cart behind him. He shoved it to the side and kept moving until he was backed against the wall.
The Calendar witch (siren, perhaps, was more accurate) stopped at the edge of the desk and watched him, her gaze raking over him as she headed for the door. After glancing briefly out into the hallway, she softly closed them inside the classroom and leaned back against the door, turning the lock with one swift flick of her fingers. Giles felt as though the temperature in the room had spiked a good fifty or sixty degrees. "M-Ms. Calendar, I do apologize for my behavior, it was very crass, and... well... inappropriate."
Bracing her hands on the edge of the desk, she leaned back against it, a smirk curling her lips once more. "You're right," she told him, then glanced down to undo the singular large button holding together her plum leather coat, letting it fall open. "It was very inappropriate." The coat then slid down her arms until it hit the floor and she leaned back against the desk once again. "But that doesn't mean it was a bad thing."
Beneath the leather coat, she had been wearing a black suede miniskirt with boots to match, and a white sweater that stopped just above her navel. And that was when Giles saw it. His mouth dropped open just slightly in surprise.
She grinned knowingly, tilted her head to one side and told him, "That's where I dangle it."
"Good Lord." On autopilot, his feet carried him toward her, and he was certain he was under some kind of spell. But he never once saw her perform any magic. Never once saw any hint of a possible connection to witchcraft, save for the seductive quality about her. His hands practically itched now with the need to touch her, but Giles was nothing if not a perfect gentleman, so he kept his arms at his sides.
Until, of course, she gripped his tie and walked her hands upward, tugging the knot loose. Giles gulped. "M-Ms. Calendar..."
She laid a finger over his lips to silence him, meeting his eyes with her own as she corrected him, "Jenny."
"Jenny... we, um... we really shouldn't be standing so close to one another. W-we're colleagues, and it's... it's not appropriate for us to be within a foot of each other."
"Oh, I don't know about that." Her eyes were focused on her hands as they slowly threaded his tie out from under his collar, the swish of silk against fabric cutting the silence between them. Silence that was fastly filling with his shallow breaths. "It's only inappropriate if the closeness is unwelcome." She turned doe eyes up to his, enquiring slowly with raised eyebrows, "Would you like me to move back, Rupert?"
"Y-yes. No. I don't know." A battle of epic proportions was going on within him. Head, heart... body. All vying for triumph, leaving Giles uncertain as to who would be the victor. When his hands closed around the bare skin at Jenny's waist, he figured his head and his heart were going to lose.
Her smile seemed to say triumph, those pearly white, perfectly-aligned teeth directed straight at him as she slowly intoned, "Can't decide, hmm? Maybe I should make the decision for you." And that was when she leaned up, snaked an arm over his shoulders and pulled his lips to hers.
The electricity that shot through Giles in that moment was enough to power a small city, and he closed his eyes tight while he pressed Jenny against him. He had never seen anything of merit in a sparring-partner relationship... never understood why, in movies, the bickering and clashing personalities often led way to passionate lovemaking.
He understood now.
Jenny moaned against his lips and he deepened the kiss, gripping her waist tighter. She suddenly broke from the kiss, but only long enough to hop up onto the desk and yank her shirt off over her head before she was pulling him back down to her, sealing their lips together again. He let her fingers attack his shirt buttons and the two buttons on his vest, his suit jacket hitting the ground seconds later. The kiss broke once more when oxygen became an imperative, and as their foreheads leaned together, Giles once more caught sight of the corkscrew dangling from her navel.
He flicked it with one finger, and met her eyes with their foreheads still together. "May I?"
He watched her eyes close, cheeks and chest flushed as she nodded her consent. He then knelt in front of her, sweeping his hands feather light across her slim abdomen, just barely brushing over the piece of metal that adorned it. He remembered finding it beneath the books in the library and how, inexplicably, he'd immediately thought of her; thought of it being so perfectly her. As if, after a few chance encounters, he knew her well enough to determine such a fact. But it was true.
Giles leaned in, intending to give it just one small kiss... but when he heard the sharp intake of breath above him, he grew more bold, instead tracing his tongue around her belly button. He reveled in the way she squirmed against him and said his name, her fingers threading through his hair. His kisses trailed upward from there, up the center line of her body, tripping over the front clasp of her black lace bra and above, kissing the swell of each breast before landing at her neck.
Her chuckle vibrated against his lips while she wrapped her arms around him. "Wow. Most guys would've gone right for my boobs."
He pulled away long enough to ask, "Could we please not call them that while we're doing this?"
A slight grin played at her lips, and she tilted her head teasingly. "Fine, then what would you prefer we call them? 'Funbags?'"
"Breasts would be fine, thank you."
She smirked and nodded slowly, holding up her hands. "I get it. You're old-school. No problem. We'll call them breasts, then."
"Yes. Excellent. Breasts."
"They're excellent?"
"What?" He felt a flush tingeing his cheeks for an entirely different reason now, and he averted his eyes. "That's n-not what I meant to say. I meant--"
"Rupert!" she chuckled, grabbing him by the shoulders and wheeling him around to face her. The grin that split her face instantly seemed to relax him. "I'm just messing with you. Y'know... teasing? Having fun with?" Looping her arms around his neck, she drew close and began kissing his neck, murmuring against it, "You're cute when you're nervous."
He smiled and laid a hand on the small of her back, unable to think of anything to say other than, "Thank you."
Then, their lips had found each other once more. His hands were resting on the zipper of her skirt and she was nodding against him. He dragged the zipper down slowly, enjoying the way her breath quickened, before he pushed it past her hips and let it fall to the floor. His eyes then trailed down her chest, the concave slope of her stomach and the belly ring, until they reached the black lace panties hugging her hips.
He wanted to tell her how lovely she was, how breathtaking she looked, but somehow his words failed him. So he simply kissed her, and helped her up onto the desk again. She grabbed one side of his open button-down shirt with each hand and yanked him toward her, twining her legs around him as his hand slid up her outer thigh. He wanted to purr when her fingernails brushed through his chest hair, and he leaned forward to press his lips to her collarbone, fingers fumbling with her bra clasp.
Giles had it undone quicker than he'd anticipated, and soon he was doing some teasing of his own. One hand went to the back of her head, cradling it as it lolled back with the ministrations of his lips and tongue. His name from her lips came out throaty... thick with desire.
"Rupert..."
His hands reached her hips, fingers dipping beneath the thin waistband of her panties, and she pulled him in for a languid, erotic kiss, murmuring his name again when their lips broke.
"Rupert..."
She lifted her hips off the desk slightly, understanding what he was after, and he started to move the panties down her slender legs...
"Rupert?"
*****
"God! What?" His head snapped up from the book it had been resting on.
Jenny Calendar, having invaded his office, startled at his abrupt awakening and held her hands up as if in surrender. "Whoa, easy there, England. I come in peace." She leaned down a bit, studying him. "Are you alright? You look flushed."
Giles just glared at her. "What can I help you with, Ms. Calendar?" he asked, coolly.
"Wow, someone is cranky when he's woken up from his nap," she teased with a good-natured smirk.
"Or perhaps it's the fact that someone barged into my office without so much as a courtesy knock," he snipped back, avoiding her gaze like the plague while he tried to calm his palpitating heart.
She raised her eyebrows. "Hey, Mister, I knocked. You were just too busy drooling away on your musty old books to hear me."
"I was not drooling on my--" One glance down at his books confirmed her accusation, and Giles made a face. "Oh." He then used the sleeve of his tweed jacket to wipe off the small bit of wetness that had gotten onto the page. Sighing agitatedly, he again asked her, "What can I help you with, Ms. Calendar?"
She folded her arms across her chest. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jenny?"
"As many times as it takes for it to sink in that I won't be calling you Jenny." He stood up and brushed past her, trying to stay as far away as he could. Though with her lingering in the doorway, that proved to be an impossible feat. "And just when are you going to start referring to me as Mr. Giles?"
"Oh, y'know, probably... never," she shrugged, and he'd be utterly infuriated with her if her smile weren't so oddly... charming.
Outwardly, he huffed, though inwardly his stomach was still somersaulting at the sight of her smile. He desperately tried to steer the conversation back toward anything even slightly resembling business. "Are you here to check out a book?"
"No."
"Return one?"
She chuckled, "No." Then, she nodded in the direction of the library's double doors. "I want you to come to my classroom with me. I've got something to show you."
An unfortunate choice of words, he couldn't help but think, as he followed her down the halls and tried to get his mind to stop conjuring images from his fantasy. When they entered the classroom, she didn't turn on the light, and instead just let the moonlight filter through the open blinds, painting the room in stripes. "I found some books you might like," she told him while she set about gathering some papers on her desk.
"Where are they?"
She nodded to something behind him. "Media cart. Bottom shelf."
Giles bent slightly at the waist, inspecting the titles of each of the worn leather-bound books. All of them were about either demons, witchcraft, the occult, or vampires. All appeared to be first editions, and nothing that he already owned.
"See anything you like down there?"
"I beg your pardon?!" He snapped upward, nearly knocking over the media cart in the process.
Jenny just watched him warily with raised eyebrows, voice slow and cautious as if trying to talk him down from a ledge. "Ummm.... I just... asked if you saw anything you liked down there." Then, she frowned, taking a few steps toward him. "Rupert, are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes! Yes." He backed up so quickly that both he and the media cart crashed into the wall. "Yes, I'm fine."
"You still look pretty flushed."
"Yes, well... um..." His eyes flitted everywhere in the room but to her. "Must be the, uh... radiation from the computer screens."
She rolled her eyes. "They're not microwaves, Renaissance Man, they're computers. Wow, you sure are snobby." Folding her arms across her chest, she smirked at him. "I'd probably be annoyed by it if it wasn't so cute."
That stopped him. Cute? "Cute?"
The smirk turned to a grin as she brushed past him, "Yeah. Cute," to head to her desk.
Giles just watched her as she took a seat in her chair and began leafing through ungraded papers. "Y-yes. Well," he finally managed to stammer. "I suppose I shall see you at some point tomorrow."
"You don't want the books?" She looked nearly hurt.
"I'll, um... I'll retrieve them in the morning." Judging by her smile, he sensed she knew he wanted an excuse to see her again tomorrow, but she let it pass without saying a word. "So... goodnight, Miss--" Upon catching the look on her face, he corrected himself. "Jenny." Then, as if liking the taste of her name on his lips, he found himself smiling. "Goodnight, Jenny."
Her smile was warm and her voice even moreso as she murmured back, "Goodnight, Rupert."
Giles then nodded once more and headed down the hall back to the library, intent on locking up for the night. Images from his fantasy still taunted him, along with the imagery of Jenny's smile, and he suddenly found himself in need of a shower.
Preferably of the cold variety.
FIN
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{x-posted to gilesjenny}
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Giles/Jenny
SPOILERS: Season one AU (post-'I Robot')
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: With a resigned sigh, Giles decided it best to be a gentleman and return the wretched book to its owner.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For myfidgetball, since it was her prompting that inspired me to finally finish this!
*****
It all started when Giles was least expecting it. He had been cleaning up the table in the library, putting away all the ancient texts he, Buffy, and Willow had used to bone up on their latest demon. That was when he found it, lying beneath one of the larger tomes: Word Processing and Spreadsheets: a Basic Tutorial, complete with a large picture of a computer on the front cover. Rolling his eyes, he surmised it was left behind by none other than that dreadful Calendar woman, whose sole job, it seemed, was to be the thorn in his side.
With a resigned sigh, Giles decided it best to be a gentleman and return the wretched book to its owner. His footsteps echoed in the darkened, hallowed halls of Sunnydale High, the moonlight his only guide to his destination. Instinctively, he kept his eyes (and ears) peeled for anything suspicious; part of his never-ending call of duty, he supposed. When he got closer to the computer science classroom, he noted the interior was dark, save for a warm glow that was not the moonlight. He then heard a shuffle of papers, followed by fingernails clattering away on a keyboard.
Softly, he rapped his knuckles on the doorframe... but apparently not softly enough, for the brunette seated at the computer jumped at the mere sound, whirling around with her mouth open in shock. When she saw who it was, she exhaled a relieved smile, hand over her heart. Giles found himself clearing his throat and looking away.
"Rupert, you scared me."
"Terribly sorry," he apologized, still lingering in the doorway until she waved him in. He held up the book he'd toted with him. "I, ehm... I found this in the library while I was putting things away for the night and thought you may need it."
"Oh!" Even in the darkness of the room he could see her face light into a brilliant smile; a smile that did something indescribable, though not entirely unpleasant, to him. "That's my textbook for tomorrow's class." She reached for the book as she murmured a simple, soft, "Thank you," and he attempted not to react when their fingers brushed.
"Yes. Well. You're quite welcome." He turned to leave when her voice stopped him.
"You don't have to bolt out of here every time you stop by, you know." Her tone was almost lilting... playful... perhaps even a tad flirtatious.
Giles slowly turned around and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Forgive me, I just... am not comfortable surrounded by all of these..." he made a sweeping gesture toward all of the white monitors scattered about, trying not to let the disgust show in his voice as he finished, "things."
That did nothing to deter the chuckle, almost musical in nature, that burst forth from her lips. "Okay, Snobby," she chided him. "One of these days I'm going to have to show you that computers don't bite." With an upward quirk of one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, she added, "I might, though, if you say the wrong thing."
Perhaps he'd already been through too many harrowing experiences, because he was suddenly struck with the thought that being bitten by Jennifer Calendar may not be the worst thing to endure. "Um... yes. I'll take that under consideration."
Another musical laugh, and Giles felt his heart beat just a little faster. Perhaps this woman was a witch, binding him to her, hypnotizing him with a spell. Yes, he'd see her true, demonic self any moment now. "Take a seat, Rupert. Stay awhile. I could use the company while I finish grading these papers."
He sat down immediately, like a trained puppy being commanded to do so by its master. He had to get away from this woman. She was dangerous with those smouldering dark eyes, pert nose, and... inexplicably shiny hair. But still, try as he might, he couldn't move. The mere sight of her, of the glow off the computer catching in her hair, was captivating. The sight of her long, graceful fingers looping a slice of short brown hair behind her ear was enchanting. The way her necklace dangled from the long graceful column of her throat, swinging like a pendulum, was almost hypnotic.
And then, naturally, his eyes were drawn (of their own volition, mind you) to her blouse, which was... cut far lower than what was proper for a school teacher. Giles found himself swallowing hard and loosening his necktie as discreetly as he could, wanting more than anything to take his eyes off the creamy flesh that beckoned him, but it held him captive. There was the slight, elegant jut of her collarbone, and the shadow of her plum leather trench against her skin, leading the way toward the thick white sweater beneath, and the two globes of flesh housed within the confines of a... (he gulped) black lace bra.
He felt the flush painting his cheeks and was thankful they weren't in daylight. If Buffy were there, she'd already be teasing him about Ms. Calendar, telling him that he was "crushing hard" or "totally jonesing" or whatever nonsensical bit of slang she'd acquired that particular week. But Buffy wasn't there. Luckily. Surely she'd be disgusted with him for having such carnal thoughts. Perhaps she'd even spout off a long "Ewwwwwww," and walk away as quickly as possible, with a grimace on her face.
"See anything you like down there?"
"W-What?" His head snapped upward so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. He reached one hand back to massage the muscles.
When the petite computer science teacher looked up, she had an almost knowing smirk on her face. "I said... 'see anything you like down there?'" She came slowly around the desk that separated them, her fingers traipsing across the polished mahogany as she did so. When she got close, he backed up so quickly he nearly knocked over the media cart behind him. He shoved it to the side and kept moving until he was backed against the wall.
The Calendar witch (siren, perhaps, was more accurate) stopped at the edge of the desk and watched him, her gaze raking over him as she headed for the door. After glancing briefly out into the hallway, she softly closed them inside the classroom and leaned back against the door, turning the lock with one swift flick of her fingers. Giles felt as though the temperature in the room had spiked a good fifty or sixty degrees. "M-Ms. Calendar, I do apologize for my behavior, it was very crass, and... well... inappropriate."
Bracing her hands on the edge of the desk, she leaned back against it, a smirk curling her lips once more. "You're right," she told him, then glanced down to undo the singular large button holding together her plum leather coat, letting it fall open. "It was very inappropriate." The coat then slid down her arms until it hit the floor and she leaned back against the desk once again. "But that doesn't mean it was a bad thing."
Beneath the leather coat, she had been wearing a black suede miniskirt with boots to match, and a white sweater that stopped just above her navel. And that was when Giles saw it. His mouth dropped open just slightly in surprise.
She grinned knowingly, tilted her head to one side and told him, "That's where I dangle it."
"Good Lord." On autopilot, his feet carried him toward her, and he was certain he was under some kind of spell. But he never once saw her perform any magic. Never once saw any hint of a possible connection to witchcraft, save for the seductive quality about her. His hands practically itched now with the need to touch her, but Giles was nothing if not a perfect gentleman, so he kept his arms at his sides.
Until, of course, she gripped his tie and walked her hands upward, tugging the knot loose. Giles gulped. "M-Ms. Calendar..."
She laid a finger over his lips to silence him, meeting his eyes with her own as she corrected him, "Jenny."
"Jenny... we, um... we really shouldn't be standing so close to one another. W-we're colleagues, and it's... it's not appropriate for us to be within a foot of each other."
"Oh, I don't know about that." Her eyes were focused on her hands as they slowly threaded his tie out from under his collar, the swish of silk against fabric cutting the silence between them. Silence that was fastly filling with his shallow breaths. "It's only inappropriate if the closeness is unwelcome." She turned doe eyes up to his, enquiring slowly with raised eyebrows, "Would you like me to move back, Rupert?"
"Y-yes. No. I don't know." A battle of epic proportions was going on within him. Head, heart... body. All vying for triumph, leaving Giles uncertain as to who would be the victor. When his hands closed around the bare skin at Jenny's waist, he figured his head and his heart were going to lose.
Her smile seemed to say triumph, those pearly white, perfectly-aligned teeth directed straight at him as she slowly intoned, "Can't decide, hmm? Maybe I should make the decision for you." And that was when she leaned up, snaked an arm over his shoulders and pulled his lips to hers.
The electricity that shot through Giles in that moment was enough to power a small city, and he closed his eyes tight while he pressed Jenny against him. He had never seen anything of merit in a sparring-partner relationship... never understood why, in movies, the bickering and clashing personalities often led way to passionate lovemaking.
He understood now.
Jenny moaned against his lips and he deepened the kiss, gripping her waist tighter. She suddenly broke from the kiss, but only long enough to hop up onto the desk and yank her shirt off over her head before she was pulling him back down to her, sealing their lips together again. He let her fingers attack his shirt buttons and the two buttons on his vest, his suit jacket hitting the ground seconds later. The kiss broke once more when oxygen became an imperative, and as their foreheads leaned together, Giles once more caught sight of the corkscrew dangling from her navel.
He flicked it with one finger, and met her eyes with their foreheads still together. "May I?"
He watched her eyes close, cheeks and chest flushed as she nodded her consent. He then knelt in front of her, sweeping his hands feather light across her slim abdomen, just barely brushing over the piece of metal that adorned it. He remembered finding it beneath the books in the library and how, inexplicably, he'd immediately thought of her; thought of it being so perfectly her. As if, after a few chance encounters, he knew her well enough to determine such a fact. But it was true.
Giles leaned in, intending to give it just one small kiss... but when he heard the sharp intake of breath above him, he grew more bold, instead tracing his tongue around her belly button. He reveled in the way she squirmed against him and said his name, her fingers threading through his hair. His kisses trailed upward from there, up the center line of her body, tripping over the front clasp of her black lace bra and above, kissing the swell of each breast before landing at her neck.
Her chuckle vibrated against his lips while she wrapped her arms around him. "Wow. Most guys would've gone right for my boobs."
He pulled away long enough to ask, "Could we please not call them that while we're doing this?"
A slight grin played at her lips, and she tilted her head teasingly. "Fine, then what would you prefer we call them? 'Funbags?'"
"Breasts would be fine, thank you."
She smirked and nodded slowly, holding up her hands. "I get it. You're old-school. No problem. We'll call them breasts, then."
"Yes. Excellent. Breasts."
"They're excellent?"
"What?" He felt a flush tingeing his cheeks for an entirely different reason now, and he averted his eyes. "That's n-not what I meant to say. I meant--"
"Rupert!" she chuckled, grabbing him by the shoulders and wheeling him around to face her. The grin that split her face instantly seemed to relax him. "I'm just messing with you. Y'know... teasing? Having fun with?" Looping her arms around his neck, she drew close and began kissing his neck, murmuring against it, "You're cute when you're nervous."
He smiled and laid a hand on the small of her back, unable to think of anything to say other than, "Thank you."
Then, their lips had found each other once more. His hands were resting on the zipper of her skirt and she was nodding against him. He dragged the zipper down slowly, enjoying the way her breath quickened, before he pushed it past her hips and let it fall to the floor. His eyes then trailed down her chest, the concave slope of her stomach and the belly ring, until they reached the black lace panties hugging her hips.
He wanted to tell her how lovely she was, how breathtaking she looked, but somehow his words failed him. So he simply kissed her, and helped her up onto the desk again. She grabbed one side of his open button-down shirt with each hand and yanked him toward her, twining her legs around him as his hand slid up her outer thigh. He wanted to purr when her fingernails brushed through his chest hair, and he leaned forward to press his lips to her collarbone, fingers fumbling with her bra clasp.
Giles had it undone quicker than he'd anticipated, and soon he was doing some teasing of his own. One hand went to the back of her head, cradling it as it lolled back with the ministrations of his lips and tongue. His name from her lips came out throaty... thick with desire.
"Rupert..."
His hands reached her hips, fingers dipping beneath the thin waistband of her panties, and she pulled him in for a languid, erotic kiss, murmuring his name again when their lips broke.
"Rupert..."
She lifted her hips off the desk slightly, understanding what he was after, and he started to move the panties down her slender legs...
"Rupert?"
*****
"God! What?" His head snapped up from the book it had been resting on.
Jenny Calendar, having invaded his office, startled at his abrupt awakening and held her hands up as if in surrender. "Whoa, easy there, England. I come in peace." She leaned down a bit, studying him. "Are you alright? You look flushed."
Giles just glared at her. "What can I help you with, Ms. Calendar?" he asked, coolly.
"Wow, someone is cranky when he's woken up from his nap," she teased with a good-natured smirk.
"Or perhaps it's the fact that someone barged into my office without so much as a courtesy knock," he snipped back, avoiding her gaze like the plague while he tried to calm his palpitating heart.
She raised her eyebrows. "Hey, Mister, I knocked. You were just too busy drooling away on your musty old books to hear me."
"I was not drooling on my--" One glance down at his books confirmed her accusation, and Giles made a face. "Oh." He then used the sleeve of his tweed jacket to wipe off the small bit of wetness that had gotten onto the page. Sighing agitatedly, he again asked her, "What can I help you with, Ms. Calendar?"
She folded her arms across her chest. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jenny?"
"As many times as it takes for it to sink in that I won't be calling you Jenny." He stood up and brushed past her, trying to stay as far away as he could. Though with her lingering in the doorway, that proved to be an impossible feat. "And just when are you going to start referring to me as Mr. Giles?"
"Oh, y'know, probably... never," she shrugged, and he'd be utterly infuriated with her if her smile weren't so oddly... charming.
Outwardly, he huffed, though inwardly his stomach was still somersaulting at the sight of her smile. He desperately tried to steer the conversation back toward anything even slightly resembling business. "Are you here to check out a book?"
"No."
"Return one?"
She chuckled, "No." Then, she nodded in the direction of the library's double doors. "I want you to come to my classroom with me. I've got something to show you."
An unfortunate choice of words, he couldn't help but think, as he followed her down the halls and tried to get his mind to stop conjuring images from his fantasy. When they entered the classroom, she didn't turn on the light, and instead just let the moonlight filter through the open blinds, painting the room in stripes. "I found some books you might like," she told him while she set about gathering some papers on her desk.
"Where are they?"
She nodded to something behind him. "Media cart. Bottom shelf."
Giles bent slightly at the waist, inspecting the titles of each of the worn leather-bound books. All of them were about either demons, witchcraft, the occult, or vampires. All appeared to be first editions, and nothing that he already owned.
"See anything you like down there?"
"I beg your pardon?!" He snapped upward, nearly knocking over the media cart in the process.
Jenny just watched him warily with raised eyebrows, voice slow and cautious as if trying to talk him down from a ledge. "Ummm.... I just... asked if you saw anything you liked down there." Then, she frowned, taking a few steps toward him. "Rupert, are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes! Yes." He backed up so quickly that both he and the media cart crashed into the wall. "Yes, I'm fine."
"You still look pretty flushed."
"Yes, well... um..." His eyes flitted everywhere in the room but to her. "Must be the, uh... radiation from the computer screens."
She rolled her eyes. "They're not microwaves, Renaissance Man, they're computers. Wow, you sure are snobby." Folding her arms across her chest, she smirked at him. "I'd probably be annoyed by it if it wasn't so cute."
That stopped him. Cute? "Cute?"
The smirk turned to a grin as she brushed past him, "Yeah. Cute," to head to her desk.
Giles just watched her as she took a seat in her chair and began leafing through ungraded papers. "Y-yes. Well," he finally managed to stammer. "I suppose I shall see you at some point tomorrow."
"You don't want the books?" She looked nearly hurt.
"I'll, um... I'll retrieve them in the morning." Judging by her smile, he sensed she knew he wanted an excuse to see her again tomorrow, but she let it pass without saying a word. "So... goodnight, Miss--" Upon catching the look on her face, he corrected himself. "Jenny." Then, as if liking the taste of her name on his lips, he found himself smiling. "Goodnight, Jenny."
Her smile was warm and her voice even moreso as she murmured back, "Goodnight, Rupert."
Giles then nodded once more and headed down the hall back to the library, intent on locking up for the night. Images from his fantasy still taunted him, along with the imagery of Jenny's smile, and he suddenly found himself in need of a shower.
Preferably of the cold variety.
FIN
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