Title: Corps-a-corps 3/3
Author: Karen Jephson
Rating: Definitely R and NC17.
Disclaimer: Joss may have created Giles for profit, but I've stolen him for
love. Can't afford him, but he's all mine.
Pairing: Giles/You.
Dedication: To the 'deep breath'ers' on GRB for making me go there, and
GylzGirl who likes to push me to stay once I've arrived. And to our
listmoms. They always work hard at thankless jobs, and never get the
appreciation they deserve.
NOTE: There will be another part to this. It's probably more a sequal than a
part 3 or 4. It has yet to be written.
Corps-a-corps: lit. "body-to-body"; physical contact between the two fencers
during a bout.
"But you were winning." Your voice is shaky as you try to hold onto some sanity.
"I don't bloody care. I cede." He spins you round, dragging you against him. You moan into his mouth as he commences to ravish your lips and tongue. His hands rest against your buttocks, the filmy lace no barrier to his seeking hands. Your nipples pebble as the whorls of hair on his chest brush against them through the scrap of material covering your breasts. You spread your fingers through his hair, your other hand wrapped around his waist. You press against him, desperate to feel all of him without any barriers.
Giles pushes you back, taking your weight as he lowers you onto the bench. He lays you along its length, before joining you, pressing your body against the cold wood with his own. His hands move, one trailing upwards to mold against your breast. You whimper as his thumb strokes against the already sensitive nub. You move your hands to his butt, drawing him against you fully, opening your legs until he's nestled fully against you. You wrap a leg around him, stroking your foot up and down his legs.
Now he growls before moving, placing kisses and small bites against your chin. He stops only when he's level with your breasts, turning his attention to the one not already being administered to by his hand. He draws the flesh into his mouth, soaking the material until it is almost no barrier at all. He removes his hand from your breast, only to draw your bra down and away from his goal. You cry out as his fingers and tongue return to the now fully exposed flesh. His other hand resumes its journey, pushing underneath your panties. You lift yourself slightly as you feel his fingers squeezing against your buttocks.
Desperate to feel more of him, you move your hands to the front of his trousers, pulling at the zipper until it obeys and moves down. Pushing your hands in the opening, you stroke across his hips until they are resting once more on his arse. You vaguely register that you're touching bare flesh, indicating that he wore nothing underneath the leather.
Taking advantage of the temporary space between your bodies, he moves his hand to the front, his fingers trailing through your pubic hairs. You pant in desperation as you feel their tips brush against your dampness. He spreads your opening slightly, allowing his now free erection to press more fully against you. You know what happens next. What always happens when he ravages you so. He takes you over the edge, and only when you're ready again does he join you. Not tonight. "Rupert. Come into me. Now."
He pauses, looking up at you. Seeing your determination and desperation, he removes his hands before peeling away the last item of clothing on your body. His kisses his way down your chest and stomach as he pushes your panties down your legs. Removing them from you, he throws them away as he kisses your aching core. You are so tempted to allow him to give you your first orgasm this way. You know how good he is with his tongue. But you have other plans for tonight, and you don't want distracting from them. You tug gently on his hair, urging him to rise. He rests on his hands and knees, looking down at your naked body. He smiles before bending down for a gentle kiss. Then he lifts himself up and stands. Watching you watch him, he grabs the waist to his trousers, and pushes them down over his hips. The material clings slightly to his flesh, forcing a little extra exertion on his part. You lick your lips as his penis sways when he pushes against the material once more. He stops suddenly. "Damn."
You don't like that at all. "What?" You have a horrible feeling he's just remembered an apocalypse that's about to happen. "What's wrong?"
He looks up, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I've just realized these damn things don't have any pockets."
You frown in confusion. "Well, what.." You stop as realization hits. "Ah." You smile, relieved that the normally well prepared Rupert Giles could get so carried away. "Then I suppose it's a good thing one of us was a Girl Scout." At his confused query, you point to your own trousers. "I believe in being prepared." He bends over you for anther quick kiss before retrieving your extra supplies from your trouser pocket. Undoing the foil covering, he takes care of business while you lovingly watch. When he's ready you open your arms in invitation. He quickly covers your body with his own.
You kiss each other, ravishing each other's mouths with your tongues. You feel his hand brush against your opening, testing your readiness. In response, you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his tip brush against your wetness. You catch your breath as you feel him push into you. Although not inexperienced, you'd at first been concerned by his size, but Rupert had since shown you how well the two of you actually fit. You both sigh as he fills you completely. He pulls back a bit to kiss you on the tip of your nose. You smile, then gasp as he begins to move. You allow him to set the rhythm, following his lead happily. You begin to whimper as he pushes against you harder, forcing you to move faster toward your climax. The friction of the wood beneath your back as you slid along the bench from the force of his pounding into you disappeared as you began to orgasm. His mouth swallows your scream as you feel yourself let go. His own cry soon follows as he pushes into you one last time.
You regain your sanity some minutes later, stroking the head pressed against your shoulder. You feel him still inside you, the pressure eased now he's found his release. As much as you enjoy the mind blowing pleasure he gives you every time, you think it's these moments you enjoy. For just a short while, he's completely yours, and the world can go hang. You kiss the top of his head, then smile in memory of the little present you've brought him. You decide to wait a few moments more before putting your plan into action.
RIPOSTE (Sequel)