Title: Stuff
Author: Karen Jephson
Contact: kjephson@bigpond.net.au
NC-17
He captured her mouth with his, ravishing her. This was more carnal than his other kisses, and she found herself responding instantly. His tongue swept in, claiming ownership. Buffy wasn’t one for continued passiveness. She met him thrust for thrust, their tongues dueling as each fought for domination.
Giles moved his hand, claiming her breast. He squeezed it gently, kneading it. She moaned, became more frenzied. She started pulling at the buttons on his shirt, wanting to get closer to feel his warm skin. He eased back, calming her. Petting her. Giving a chance to regain some control. She decided to come up for a breathe of air.
He looked at her in amusement. "Had enough - stuff?"
Who was this guy? Couldn’t be her Watcher. She reached up and removed his glasses, putting them beside the now cold tea. "No."
He kissed her again, more gently this time. Letting their passion build more slowly. He caught her nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it. Her whimper encouraged him to further exploration. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention he had the first.
Buffy had finally finished undoing the buttons to his shirt. She moved her hands up over his chest, catching whorls of hair as she went. She bent her fingers, scraping his skin slightly. Now it was his turn to moan. She absorbed the sound into her mouth, feeling a womanly power at his response. She sought and located his nipples, already erect and waiting for her. As her fingernails ran over them, he shifted, letting her feel his arousal.
He removed his hand from her breast. At her whimpered complaint, he smiled against her mouth. He pulled away from her. And looked down. She followed his gaze. His nimble fingers were at the buttons of her top. He undid them one by one. Slowly. Tormenting her. Tormenting them both.
As the last one popped open, he moved his hands up, separating the material. When he reached her shoulders, he moved back taking the top off her completely. She let it drop on the couch behind her.
He couldn’t help the catch of his breathe. "My god! You’re beautiful." She looked up at him. Seeing herself in his eyes, she truly felt beautiful.
Taking his cue, she removed his jacket and shirt, having to pause to undo the tie knotted at his collar. When she finished, she looked up to see him waiting. "So are you."
He captured her eyes with his. He wanted to see her response. He moved his hands down, just touching her skin with his fingertips. He felt the shivers follow the path of his fingers. He hesitated at the top of her breasts. Her sharp intake gave him permission to carry on. He circled his prize, teasing her. When he had returned to the starting point, he moved in, exploring every inch of flesh. Her face, like her body, was open to him. He witnessed her passion rising. It was fascinating.
She tried to look away, but his eyes held her. She wanted to beg him to hurry, but she was silenced by her own passion, her own longing. Her own hands were still resting against his chest. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart. The knowledge that he was as affected as her only increased her own arousal.
His fingers touched her aureoles. He moved his hands slightly, replacing his fingers with his knuckles. He moved down, brushing her aching nipples. Once, twice. They pebbled at his ministrations. Her own hands flexed, grazing his nipples. He caught her buds between thumb and finger, rolling them. She found herself repeating the action. Her eyes closed, as she leaned into his magic hands. She didn’t know how much more she could stand. Yet she needed. She needed all of him. "Rupert."
Her whispered plea almost destroyed his already shaky control. He swallowed, then captured her mouth in a hard kiss. If he didn’t slow things down, they would end up doing what they had already agreed they weren’t ready for. Yet he couldn’t leave her like this.
He gathered her to him, crushing her breasts against his. They both groaned at the feeling of flesh touching flesh. Her arms snaked up and around his neck, holding on, trusting him. Her hands cupped his head, holding him to her.
He moved his hand down, past her narrow waist, over her sensitive stomach. She tensed in anticipation. He rested against the edge of her skirt, then moved back up, pushing the material with him. It was soon bunched at her thigh. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh, rubbing along the edge of her cotton panties. Her arousal was truly evident, the material soaked. He moved to the apex, rubbing her, tormenting her. She shifted, seeking more, seeking him inside of her. Finally, he pulled the panties down, exposing her completely to him.
She didn’t feel shy, or hesitant. Not even when he broke off the kiss and looked down where his hand rested. She felt compelled to follow his gaze. How strange it looked, and yet so right. His dark, callused hand at the juncture of her thigh, resting against her pubic hair. He glanced at her face once more, smiled, then looked down again.
They both stared as he entered her. Rubbing his fingers along her lips, ensuring she was ready for him. Inserting first one, then two fingers inside her tight passage. Oh god, she was so tight. He tried stretching her a little. He then started moving in and out of her. Slowly at first, gradually building the rhythm. She was panting now. It wouldn’t be much longer. He picked up speed, using his ears to monitor her progression. Soon she was gasping, trying to catch her breathe. He wouldn’t let her. He pumped hard, while his thumb found her nubbin. He rubbed it, rolled it. Pushing her over the edge.
Finally, it was too much. She let out a whimper, then collapsed against him. He held her to him, supporting her as she rode the crest. Comforting her as she slowly came down, sobbing. After she had quieted, she just lay against him, absorbing his warmth, and his love. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. It took a while for her to notice his tension. She looked up at him.
"Rupert. What about you? You didn’t.."
He silenced her with two fingers against her lips. She could taste herself on him. "It’s allright. A cold shower can work wonders on a man. This was for you. In my greed and selfishness I took things too far."
"We could..."
"No. We couldn’t. We would be doing it for the wrong reasons. And we won’t be going this far again for a while. Not until we are both truly ready."
"Guess we’ll both have to get used to cold showers, huh?" He smiled down at her. She started to move away.
"No. Not yet. Let me hold you just a little longer." She settled back down against him. They both stayed there for a while. Not saying anything. Just loving each other. And looking forward to the future.