Title: Texas Tea (3 of ?)
Authors: Mrsdrake and Ladyforash
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Giles/OFC
Summary: Giles travels to Texas.
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. They belong to Joss, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB & Mutant Enemy. This is purely for fun.
Jessie belongs to Ladyforash.
Spoilers: Takes plase after season seven.

Staring into Jessie's eyes, he asked in a low voice, "Where were we?"

Slowly Jessie moved her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "About right here," she said softly, before moving her lips to his. This time she licked his lips, almost tentatively. Her hands rubbed gently at his neck and her body pressed against his.

Jessie was not experienced. Not at all. But the way her body responded to him, no one would ever be able to tell.

Giles groaned when her tongue touched his lips. Pulling her even closer, he parted his lips and met her tongue with his. He reached up and pulled the ribbons from her hair causing it to spill over her shoulders. As he ran his hand through her hair, he pressed his lips tighter to hers.

Jessie moaned into the kiss. She felt her back against the door, and her chest pressed against his hard body. He pressed against her firmly when she deepened the kiss.

Only after she needed air did Jessie break the kiss, but she continued to move her silken lips over his jaw and down his neck, and then back to his mouth again.

His hand slipped under the hem of her shirt to caress the bare skin beneath. He wanted more, needed more. With a low growl, he picked her up and carried her towards the couch. He felt her hands lock behind his head as he glanced at the couch. He decided it was too short and carried her to the bedroom.

He gently laid her on the bed before pressing his lips to hers once more.

Jessie was lost in a wash of feelings. Her entire body felt like it was on fire from his touch. She pulled him down onto her as she lay down on the bed. She loved how his body covered hers. Her hips moved upwards to press herself against him. She could feel his arousal through his jeans.

Jessie groaned and pulled her lips away from his. "Rupert...don't stop...okay? Please...don't stop."

As he kissed along her chin and neck, he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it back. "You're beautiful," he whispered before kissing her lips again.

Each kiss they shared was longer and more passionate. He ended this one by lightly nipping at her lower lip. At the same time, he popped open the front clasp on her bra. He rolled over and pulled her with him. "Much better," he murmured as he slid both her shirt and bra off and tossed them aside.

Jessie had to smile at his comment. The heat in his eyes as he looked at her caused her own blood to almost boil. She leaned forward and kissed him again, and then her own fingers found their way to his denim shirt buttons. His chest hair crinkled as she worked open his shirt, and she had to moved her hands inside to rub at his chest.

Giles groaned as her hand slid across his chest, one of her fingertips gliding over a nipple. She seemed to enjoy the feel of his chest hair. He made a mental note to remember that.

Once Jessie had opened his shirt all the way, he pulled her close again. He made sure his chest rubbed against her nipples as he adjusted their positions.

"I love the way you feel," he whispered in her ear before gently biting her earlobe.

Jessie's body trembled when he whispered in her ear. She smiled and rubbed her chest against his. "And I love your chest hair." She gasped at the sensations his body was causing in hers.

Jessie pulled his shirt all the way off and threw it on the floor next to her own forgotten clothes. She smiled at him and then bent down to take one of his turgid nipples in her mouth. She sucked on it firmly and then ran her teeth over it's peak before running her tongue over it once again.

Suddenly, his jeans felt way too tight. He moved a bit trying to relieve the pressure. It only made things worse. "Jessie," he gasped. He pushed her back a bit. At her slightly hurt expression, he quickly explained, "I'm a bit...uncomfortable in this position."

At first Jessie thought she had done something wrong. Her frown turned into a smile though when she realized what the problem was. "Maybe I can help with that," she said softly.

Jessie pushed him down onto his back. She kissed him once more and then trailed her fingers down his chest to the snap of his jeans. She undid the snap and slowly pulled the zipper down. Placing one hand inside the opening of his jeans, Jessie pressed her palm against his arousal through his boxer shorts. She grinned when he gasped and his body jumped.

He sighed in relief when she unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down, but he couldn't control himself when she touch him. "Oh dear lord," he mumbled and hoped she hadn't heard him. He felt her hand press harder against him when he lifted his hips and started to push his jeans down.

Jessie removed her hand from inside his jeans to help him pull them down. She laughed when the jeans got to his ankles though. "I suppose we should take off your boots and socks first." Quickly she pulled off his boots and socks, and then his jeans, laughing softly as she did so.

Suddenly, Giles sat up and grabbed her around her waist. "I suggest you kick off your boots soon, or we'll have the same problem with you." He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. When she seemed to have trouble with her boots, he reached down and helped.

Once her boots and socks were out of the way, he slowly slid her jeans down her legs, pausing occasionally to caress her smooth skin. As she lifted each foot free, he leaned down and kissed the top.

A lump formed in Jessie's throat and she swallowed it away. His touch was so tender and loving. Nothing like one might expect considering their circumstances. Jessie felt her heart skip a beat. This was something other then just physical for her, and in some ways, that was scary.

"Rupert..." she whispered. Then she moved backwards and lay down on the bed. Slowly she looked at him from head to toe. "You're magnificent," she said softly. "Beautiful. A beautiful man."

Giles laid down on his side next to her. He thought she might be having second thoughts. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and gave her a tender kiss. "If this is too much, we can stop." He gazed into her eyes. "I won't continue if you don't want this."

Jessie's eyes grew wide. "No, you better not stop," she said gently. She kissed him again, and then rolled onto her back pulling him on top of her. "Touch me?" she asked shyly.

Relief washed over him as he let her pull him close. He let one leg fall between hers as he trailed kisses along her neck and shoulder. Her hips bucked when he found a sensitive spot. "Like that?" he teased. As he licked the spot again, he pushed his thigh closer to her. He could feel how wet she was, even through the panties she still wore. Gently, he bit the sensitive spot as his hands found her nipples. He squeezed them both until she moaned.

"Ohhh," Jessie groaned. Her hips bucked against his thigh, as she tried to ease the pressure between her legs. She moved her hands to his head and brought his mouth back to hers in a long, slow, deep kiss.

Giles took advantage and moved his hand down her body. He slipped his hand under the thin fabric of her panties. At first, he didn't concentrate on any one area but moved his palm against her, matching the rhythm of their kiss. When his tongue darted between her lips, he moved his fingertips between her folds and let one slip inside her. He groaned when she bucked against him once more, forcing his finger deeper.

Jessie made incoherent noises. Her body moved of its own accord, bucking up against him again and again, as her tongue danced with his.

Her hands didn't stay still. She rubbed and scraped her fingernails up and down his back, not painfully, but tantalizing and teasing him.

She'd never been so wet before.

Giles increased the pressure of his hand as he moved it in small circles. His fingers mimicked the movements of his tongue. He pulled back a few times to lick and nibble her chin and lower lip before plunging his tongue between her lips once more.

When he felt she might be close to the edge, he rubbed his chest against hers. He felt her nipples harden more as he leaned into her.

He pulled his lips from hers once more to whisper, "Let it go. I want to feel it."

Jessie whimpered. Her body was writhing beneath his now.

"Please," she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for. She moved her leg and felt his hard cock against her thigh. She rubbed against him, and that friction, as well as his touch at her core, pushed her over the edge. She gasped as she came hard against his hand.

He slowed his hand as he pulled away to gaze into her eyes. "You're beautiful." He knew he'd said it before, but he couldn't help saying it again. He kissed her again, slowly and tenderly, before rolling onto his side once more.

Jessie gulped in some air. She was still flying a bit high. She kissed him again softly and then smiled. She trailed one finger slowly down his chest. "I want to see you," she said softly. Her finger trailed to the waistband of his boxers. She could see how hard he was, and how large. Slowly her fingers moved over his arousal, cupping him gently, and then rubbing against the silk of his boxers.

Giles thought he might explode from her touch. The feel of her hand combined with the texture of the silk was almost too much. "You can remove them if you'd like." He indicated the boxer shorts. "Or I can leave them on." He smiled down at her. "Whichever you like."

Jessie had to smile. "How can I see you if you leave them on?" she asked.

She took a deep breath and then moved her hands to his hips. Slowly she pulled his boxers down and then off. She'd kept her eyes on his boxers, and only after they hit the floor did her eyes slowly raise up his legs to his arousal. She gasped when she saw him. Up close and personal was something else, she thought. She'd seen horses, of course, and magazines, and an occasional movie. But real life, full color, 3D... "Wow," she said softly. It was impressive, and a bit scary. Yet, she knew it was time, and he was the one.

Giles watched her as she removed his boxers. Whether she was deliberately teasing him or not, he didn't know, but her slow pace was driving him mad. Still, he refrained from doing anything rash. He would let her explore and do as she wished. When she spoke and her breath glided across his cock, he moaned and closed his eyes. "Jessie," he breathed in little more than a whisper. "Please touch me." He didn't know if he spoke the thought out loud, and he was beyond caring. He needed to feel her, and he didn't care if he embarrassed himself by begging for it.

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