Title: Texas Tea (34 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.
Jessie had made sure Faith was comfortable before slipping into the bed room. Slowly she stripped off her clothes. She climbed into Rupert's side of the bed, holding his pillow close. It smelled like him still.
She tried not to cry, but tears escaped her anyways. She knew it was stupid of her. It was only for a month.
She left the cell phone pressed to her ear against the pillow, falling asleep with the tears still damp on the bed sheets.
Giles had spent the entire flight thinking of Jessie. He knew he should call when the plane landed, but he waited until he got home. He didn't want anyone interrupting.
As he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, he dialed the phone. It seemed an eternity before Jessie answered.
Jessie didn't realize the phone was on vibrate. She was in a deep sleep when it woke her up. At first she was confused, but then she understood and picked up the phone so fast, she dropped it on the floor.
"Dammit!" She stretched out of the bed and grabbed it, hitting the button for a breathless, "Hello?"
"Jessie?" Giles asked, worried, "are you alright?" A million thoughts ran through his mind.
"Oh Rupert," she breathed. She sat up a little, but then relaxed against the pillows. "I dropped the phone. I'm sorry. How are you? How was your flight?"
"I'm fine. The flight was too long. I miss you." He kicked off his shoes as he sat on the bed. "Are you alone?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
"I miss you too," she said softly. Then Jessie wiped at her eyes. She was going to be strong for him. "I'm in our bed," she said gently. "Faith fell asleep out on the sofa. Jet lag, I think. I'm holding your pillow, wishing it was you."
Giles took a moment to remove his socks as he listened to her voice over the phone. "What are you wearing?" he asked. "I want to know every detail."
Jessie smiled into the phone. "I'm not wearing anything. I wanted to feel your sheets against my skin."
Giles groaned as he pictured her naked on the bed. "I have some catching up to do. I've removed my shoes and socks, but I'm still fully dressed. Tell me what to take off. I want you to undress me."
Jessie groaned into the phone. She lay back, staring up at the ceiling, seeing him as he was dressed when he got on the plane. Tight black jeans, white button up shirt. She figured he probably was wearing his boxers this time, but she wasn't sure. "I love to unbutton your shirt, and run my fingers through the hair on your chest. Do that for me?" she whispered.
Giles unbuttoned his shirt and ran his hand over his chest. "I love the way your hands feel. I wish you were here. The sun is just coming up. You would love the view from the bedroom window."
He groaned as he imagined her sitting behind him, watching the sunrise together.
Jessie knew he was about six hours ahead there in England. "You must be tired, baby," she said softly. She wondered if he slept at all on the plane.
"I can just see you there, lying on the bed in the morning sun shine. The sunlight glistening the hairs on your chest. God, I wish I could run my tongue over your nipples." Jessie moaned softly. "I bet those jeans are getting tight. Better take them off," she whispered, getting into the spirt of things.
"Very tight." He popped open the button. When he unzipped the jeans, he held the phone close, hoping she could hear it. He pushed the jeans off and kicked them out of the way.
"Do you want me to leave the shirt on or take it off?" he asked, playfully.
Jessie swallowed when she heard the zipper on his jeans. She moaned a little. "Off," she said softly. "I want you as naked as I am. Are you...wearing your boxers?"
"I'm wearing the black silk boxers. I know how you like them." He wanted to touch himself through the fabric, but he didn't. He would wait until Jessie told him he could. Suddenly, he remembered that the pillow that Jessie would be holding had a silk pillow case.
"I wish I could take them off and run the silk over your body. I want you to hold the pillow close. Imagine it's me, lying over you and rubbing myself against you. The only thing separating us is a thin piece of silk. Tell me how it feels."
"Oh boy," Jessie moaned into the phone. "I love silk." She removed the pillow case and ran it over her breasts, stomach and thighs. She could feel herself getting wet.
"It feels like...feathers, tickling my body. So warm. Rupert, how can such a simple thing like hearing your voice make me so warm and wet? If I was there with you, I'd be touching you through that silk. Like our first time together. I loved feeling how hard you were through the silk."
He grew harder at the thought of how wet and tight she would be. "If I was with you, I'd taste you. I'd slowly lick your pussy until you begged me to fuck you."
He lightly rested his hand on his cock. "Tell me how to touch myself. How would you do it? Soft or rough? Firm touch or light caresses?"
Jessie squirmed on the bed. The pillow case found it's way between her legs.
"At first, it would be a light touch. I'd run my fingers over your cock through the silk. From base to tip, and back again. Then...when you started to beg for it, I'd probably reach down and kiss the head through the silk."
He lightly ran his fingers over his cock as she spoke. When she mentioned kissing him through the silk, he shuddered.
"I can almost feel your mouth and tongue." He closed his eyes and imagined what she was doing to herself. "I would love to have you suck my cock while I lick your pussy and fuck you with my fingers." He took a shuddering breath. "Touch yourself for me. Tell me how you do it."
Jessie licked her lips. One hand was holding the phone, and the other clutched at the pillow case between her legs. She left the silk resting there and slowly moved her hand up her stomach.
"The silk is resting against my clit," she whispered. "I'm trailing my fingertips up my stomach, and now cupping one breast. My nipples are so hard, Rupert." She made a shuddering noise into the phone.
"What about you? Tell me...what are you doing?" Jessie whispered.
He laughed. "You've never used that word before." He rubbed his hand over his cock through the silk. "I'm rubbing my cock. Each time I do, the silk rubs against my balls. It feels like your hair falling over me."
He groaned again. "Jess, I want you to pinch you nipples one at a time. Then reach down and pinch your clit. Tell me how it feels."
Jessie smiled when he laughed. "You like it when I talk like that?" she asked with a little giggle.
"Okay, I'm pinching my nipple. I'm pretending it's you. You're doing it. It sends little sparks of pleasure from my nipple, down my spine, to my center." Jessie groaned. "The silk is still between my legs. It's you, pressing against me." She took another deep breath. "Now the other nipple, and then...lower...lower...oh god Rupert...rubbing myself. My clit is so swollen right now." Her hips arched off the bed. "Take your boxers off, Rupert. I want to feel you come inside me."
Giles pushed the boxers off his hips but didn't remove them completely.
"I want to rub my cock up and down your pussy and over your clit before plunging inside you. Would you like that? Would it make you come?"
He began stroking himself slowly. "I'd start slow, then move faster when I feel you squeeze around me."
He increased his pace a little. "I'm fucking my hand, Jess, but it's not as good as you."
Jessie whimpered. "I wish you were here, so bad... Your cock sliding against me like that, the friction would be...so glorious..." She was gasping now. "Rupert, I've got my thumb on my clit, and another finger inside myself, moving in and out. Not as good as you either... Please...talk to me. Tell me what you're doing to yourself. That will make me come. I want to hear you come."
He growled. "I'm using the headset with the phone, so both my hands are free." He stroked himself faster as he revealed this to her. "I'm stroking my cock with one hand. With my other hand, I'm touching my balls. They's so tight now. I could come anytime." He thought of moving a finger lower and pushing it inside himself, but it might make him come too soon. He wanted it to last.
"Rub yourself harder. Use the heel of your hand on your clit while you thrust your fingers in and out. Imagine it's me."
Jessie told herself she'd have to get one of those hands free things. Then she could be touching her breasts and her clit.
"My eyes are closed. I'm thinking of all those times you touched me, and tasted me." Jessie moved her hand the way he described. "My hips are moving, arching up. I can't keep them still. Oh...it's building, Rupert...I'm getting so close!"
"Fuck, Jess, I love the way you sound." He stroked himself harder and knew he would come soon. He wanted to come first this time because he knew that hearing it would send Jessie over the edge. "I'm pushing a finger inside myself the same way you did. It's going to make me come." He groaned loudly. "I'm coming. It's shooting all over my stomach and hand. I wish you were here to see it and taste it."
When Jessie heard him come, something let loose inside herself. She moaned even louder. "Rupert...Rupert...." Jessie gasped. "I'm coming...I didn't know...a woman...wetness everywhere, Rupert." Jessie had to pause and catch her breath. "I wish I could kiss you right now."
"I wish I was there to lick you clean," he whispered. He paused a moment. "I love you, Jessie."
Jessie moved her hand up to her heart. "I love you too. This is going to be the longest month ever," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll be strong for you, I promise. I won't complain. I just...feel so empty inside without you."
"I know, Love. You can always call me," he assured her. "Anytime."
He yawned. The flight had finally caught up with him.
Jessie smiled sadly into the phone. "You better get yourself cleaned up before you go to sleep, honey," she said softly. "I wish I could give you a sponge bath, or scrub your back in the shower." She made a kissing noise in the phone. "I'm going to hang up now and let you sleep. Otherwise, I might never hang up. I love you." Then Jessie hung up the phone. She reached down, got the silk pillow case, and held it to her heart while she drifted off to sleep.