Title: Once In A Lifetime 19/24
Author: Karen Jephson
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. Want to adopt and treat them better than their owners, but I don't have enough.
Feedback: Live for it.
Note: To Trich and Gail. Thanks for your nagging, your precise beta, and your constant encouragement.

He moved his mouth across hers, encouraging her to open up for him as his tongue trailed along her lips. He rolled so his body half covered hers, his left leg resting across both of hers. Eventually, he sighed against her mouth then raised his head, looking into her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Buffy felt embarrassed and pretty stupid. "I want to, but I guess I'm."

"Nervous?"

She shrugged. "More like scared. Last night was," she moved her hands up, rubbing them along Rupert's chest, "last night was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life."

"You're frightened tonight will be a letdown?"

"I'm frightened tonight will be even better." She smiled as he began giggling. "And I guess I'm still confused with the Giles, yet not Giles married to me thing."

Rupert sighed again before rolling off her. He rose gracefully from the bed, turning toward a carton on the floor near one of the walls. "Turn over."

"What?" Confused at his actions, Buffy couldn't hide the trepidation in her voice.

He bent down, removed something from the box, then stood again before answering her. "Turn over." He turned to face her again, showing her the vial in his hand. "Onto your stomach. I'll give you a massage."

"Oh." Colour flooded her cheeks at the almost normalcy of the request. She did as he requested, resting her arms by her side. She jumped as she felt his hand lightly trail along her spine.

"You're still tense. It's only a massage, Buffy. I'm sure your Giles has given you several before. Now take off your top."

It was Buffy's turn to giggle. "Gotta admit, he's never given me that particular order before." Turning her head to see he was looking away, she lifted her torso as she pulled her top over her head. She sniffed the air as she lay her head facing away from Rupert. "What's that?"

The bed dipped slightly, causing her to tense again as she realized he'd sat beside her. "I'm not sure of the name. I suspect Giles had it blended personally. From the aroma, I'd say the ingredients definitely include Cloves, perhaps a dash of Cinnamon? Also just a hint of Lavender and.", a pause as the scent grew stronger. She then heard the sound of skin briskly rubbing against skin. Blind as she was, Buffy assumed Rupert had poured some onto his hands, then rubbed them together to heat the liquid up, ".yes. Well, that's interesting."

Curiosity piqued, she turned her head. "What?"

A bare knee came into her periphery as Rupert shifted closer to her. The warmth of his hands combined with the heat of the oil as he touched her bare back was somehow surprising. He began to firmly massage her exposed shoulders and spine. "I think Giles may have had this made up for you. The ingredients have several purposes, including assistance in relaxation of the muscles. Perhaps he used it after training exercises or a particularly trying battle?" The last was a question rather than a statement.

"Hmm?" Buffy succumbed to his ministrations, her body becoming fluid under his talented fingers. "Can't remember smelling this before. It's nice." The strong aroma of cloves filled the room, the spiciness invading her senses. There was a hint of something else mixed in, something that seeped into her pores, relaxing her, yet drawing heat from where he touched her. The mixture of heightened senses and physical lassitude was almost heady. "What was the other ingredient?"

She hadn't noticed as his hands began to wander. They swept under the band of her pants, trailing along her hips, then moved upward, grazing the exposed sides of her breasts. She sighed as he shifted again, straddling her before resting his weight on her thighs. It took her just a moment to realize he was completely naked. She didn't notice that he hadn't answered her as his hands increased their wandering, stroking the parts of her fron t that weren't pressed against the bed. She groaned at the sensations now starting to hum through her body.

His voice low, he finally answered her question of several minutes earlier. "I believe your Giles may have had a few fantasies concerning his slayer. There were five or six ingredients in the oil, but four base ones. Some of them have dual purposes. Relaxation for one, but mixed with other oils and heated, they can also be rather.arousing. Lavender has these qualities. So does the fourth ingredient. Ylang Ylang."

He shifted back, drawing his hands down until they rested at her waistband. Pausing for just a moment, he moved toward the front of her body, first releasing the button, then pulling down her zipper. Her only response was a small gasp and a tensing of her body, before she relaxed once more. A dip in the small of her back told her that he'd poured some of the oil onto that sensitive spot. She then felt a tugging at the cuffs of her pants. Lifting her torso slightly, she allowed him to remove that article of clothing. Dressed now only in the thong that did little to hide her body from him, she rested her head against her now folded arms and closed her eyes.

His fingers dipped into the oil against her skin, then trailed onto her exposed buttocks. Using the pressure of his hands, he rubbed the rapidly heating fluid into the flesh, his thumbs grazing against her inner thighs. Her legs opened almost involuntarily for him, giving him greater access to the peaks and shallows hidden there. He moved up, his hands rubbing her shoulders as she felt the heat of his body before he covered her. He moved his massage to the sides, and underneath, encouraging her to raise herself slightly. His arousal rested against her thighs, her automatic reflex to push back against him. His hands finally found their target, covering her breasts with their breadth, before tracing their shape with his fingers. His thumbs flicked against her hardened tips before he pinched them and rolled them between his fingers.

She was panting now, overcome with the feel of his body pushing against hers as the combined aromas of the massage oil, and their arousal, invaded her senses. She whimpered as one of his hands left her breast. It trailed down her chest and rested against her stomach, before urging her to change her position. Soon, she was resting on her hands and knees, as he rose behind her, his penis still pushing against her exposed thighs. His hand continued its journey before stroking against her damp core through the material of the thong. Moaning she pushed against him and tried to open herself more to his fondling.

"Rupert.please!" Her voice was husky with her arousal as she begged him to remove the final barrier between them. Bending to kiss her shoulder, he obeyed her command. Grabbing onto the flimsy material, he twisted then yanked until the sound of tearing material rendered the air. Throwing away the fabric he returned to her mound, his fingers dipping into the wetness at her sex before rubbing against the exposed nubbin. Almost crying now, she pushed down on his hand, trying to follow the rhythm he set. "Rupert!"

Shifting slightly, Rupert pushed further against her, guiding the tip of his penis to her waiting opening. He used both hands to support her upper thighs, then pushed fully into her until his balls pressed against her ass. She sighed as he filled her, her muscles squeezing against his swollen cock. With his hands holding her still, he withdrew slightly before sliding back in. He repeated the action, increasing his pace, while not allowing her to join the rhythm. Her head arched back, Buffy relinquished the last of her control and her fear, willingly allowing Rupert full authority over this coupling.

The sound of skin slapping against skin was all that broke the silence as he moved faster in and out of her. Her panting increased as she felt the pressure building within her. She could feel him as he prepared for his own orgasm to arrive. She didn't notice when one of his hands moved, and jumped when she felt his hand searching for and once more finding her clit. Now with some freedom, Buffy joined him in his rhythm as they both strove for the end they so desperately needed. She felt her orgasm build from her core, moving outward in a wave, then opened her mouth in a silent scream as it broke through the surface. Finally, toppling into her climax, she screamed his name. A warm flooding inside her told her he'd followed her soon after.

She collapsed panting upon the bed, her body still in thrall of the intensity of her release. His arms enclosed her as he pressed against her back. Wrapped in the safety of Rupert's arms, Buffy closed her eyes and savored the moment of joy.

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