Title: WHEN IN ROME 2/2
Author: Sandra Pascoe
DISCLAIMER: The characters don’t belong to me … I’m only borrowing them for a short and exceedingly profitless time.
"Rupert!" You squeal in delight at this unexpected show of strength as he trots up the stairs with seemingly little effort. Before you know it, you are on your feet again and standing outside Rupert's room. He quickly opens the door with a keycard and ushers you inside.
"And where did you secrete that card?" You ask with a smirk, your eyes ranging up and down his body, mentally undressing him and enjoying the picture your mind conjures up.
"Dig deep enough and I'm sure you'll find out," he replies quietly, moving slowly towards you.
"Is that an invitation?" You lick your lips in anticipation and Rupert's eyes darken in intensity. He reaches out a hand, caressing your cheek and you lean into it, closing your eyes. You feel yourself gently pushed backwards and you don't resist, don't open your eyes. Feeling the bed against the back of your legs, you slowly open your eyes, looking up at Rupert and grinning as you suddenly fling yourself backward onto the bed. You land with an "oomph" and Rupert raises an eyebrow, grinning down at you as he quickly divests himself of his sandals and sword. He starts to fumble with his tunic but you sit up and shake your head.
"No," you say softly. "That's my job."
Rupert smiles and sits on the edge of the bed. You lay back, moaning as he gently removes your sandals and then runs his hands up your legs, pushing your robe up. Soft, featherlike kisses follow the trail of his fingers and you squirm, mentally telling him to go higher. Suddenly, Rupert frowns and then straddles your knees.
"You know," he remarks, "this robe is beginning to annoy me."
You shrug and smile up at him. "A good archaeologist knows how to peel away layers," you reply, your breathlessness an indication of the effect he's having upon you. With a wicked grin, Rupert reaches out and, grabbing two handfuls of your robe, he rips it from you.
"Rupert!" You squeal in delight but he doesn't seem to be paying attention. His gaze is fixed upon your bare breasts. You sit up slowly, shrugging off the remains of your robe and Rupert suddenly dives forward, pushing you back down. His mouth engulfs your left breast, teasing, tormenting, licking and nibbling whilst his hand works equal magic on the other. You squirm under him, rarely have you ever felt this turned on this quickly. Your hands run up and down his back, lingering as you trace the muscles through his tunic. He slowly moves up, his tongue tracing intricate trails on your sensitised skin, as his hands move over your body, never still, always touching, always caressing. As his mouth covers yours, you decide that it's your turn to have a little fun and, with a gentle pressure, you roll Rupert onto his back.
"Mmmmm," he whispers," you like being in control?"
"I don't much like losing control," you reply seriously and he reaches up, cupping your face in his hands.
"You can with me ... I want you to."
Tears fill your eyes as you gaze down at his open, yet concerned face. So much in your life has been bad ... you're not going to let this incredible man slip away. He draws your head down, kissing you gently, but with an underlying passion that ignites your desire once more. You break away, moving slowly down his body, placing kisses on his chest. You let his gasps and pants guide you to his more sensitive areas before you latch onto one of his pebbled nipples, gently biting it through the fabric. He sucks in a breath, arching his back as you move across, repeating the process on his other nipple before moving down his body once more. You ignore the increasingly evident, not to mention rather eye-catching bulge, drawing a sigh of disappointment from him. You want to touch those gorgeous, muscular legs and you grin as you run your hands along his thighs, pushing the short tunic up even more. Catching a glimpse of another fabric, you push the tunic higher, grinning at the rather incongruous boxer shorts that are now under a considerable strain.
"Tut, tut, Rupert," you smile, "not exactly in period are we?"
"You didn't really think I would be ... naked under there, did you?"
"It's about time you were," you respond, plucking at the tunic. "Off."
He sits up, quickly shrugging off the tunic before lying back once more. Oh wow, you think, chest hair! As much as your palms were itching before, they are positively singing to you now and you reach up, grinning with delight as your hands run over his chest. You love it ... the feeling of the crisp hair tickles your palms and fingertips. You could stay there all night ... but something else is making its presence known, and rather insistently at that. You hook your fingertips under the waistband of his boxers and slowly draw them down and off his legs. You toss them carelessly to one side, focusing your attention on the gloriously twitching cock before you. Unconsciously you lick your lips, drawing a groan of anticipation from the recumbent Rupert Giles. You run a finger up his length, smiling as Rupert lets out a breath and grips the bedclothes. No, you think, no teasing ... not this time anyway. Placing your hands on his hips, you lower yourself, running your tongue along the underside of his cock before swirling it around the tip. Mmm, you think, better than ice cream. You work your way slowly up and down, lips, tongue and teeth working in harmony, causing Rupert to moan and curse softly. As your hand starts fondling his balls, Rupert grips your shoulders, pulling you up.
"Jesus," he says, panting heavily. You smile and gently touch his face.
"Take a deep breath," you grin, shrieking in surprise as he rolls you onto your back. He looms over you, grinning happily.
"My turn," he replies, kissing you deeply before moving down once more. His mouth and hand capture your breasts and you arch into him, the sensations running along your body. His other hand gently caresses and tickles your stomach before brushing across your panties. You part your legs, encouraging his exploration and he doesn't hesitate. His fingers rub you through the material and you raise your hips, moaning.
"Rupert," you groan, "no teasing."
He looks up. "No teasing," he replies, quickly removing your panties. He holds them up with a grin. "Not exactly period, are they?"
You try glaring at him but he merely chuckles, tossing them aside. His fingers dip into you and now it's your turn to clutch the bedclothes. He enters you with one finger, then another, his thumb circling your clit as you push against him. Your eyes are clamped firmly shut as his magical fingers bring you closer and closer to the edge. You bite your lip, trying to hold on, struggling against the sensations he's producing.
"Don't try and control it," he whispers. "Let go ... let yourself feel."
Rupert's soft voice, combined with his talented fingers, is all it takes and you scream his name, the blood pounding in your ears as your orgasm rips through you, harder than you've ever experienced before. For a couple of minutes, you simply lie there ...trying to regain your senses as Rupert gently soothes and caresses you. Finally, you open your eyes and smile up at Rupert.
"Alright?" He asks softly and you grin.
"Wow," you reply and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss you.
"It's going to get even better."
You reach down, wrapping your hand around him and gently caressing.
"I can feel that," you smile as he hisses, his eyes closing.
"Shit!" His eyes suddenly snap open and you let go as if burned, watching in concern as Rupert leaps off the bed.
"What's wrong?" You ask, hearing him mutter to himself.
"Condom," he replies succinctly, grabbing his jeans and frantically searching the pockets. With a sigh of relief, he holds up a small, silver packet and you take a deep breath, thanking those gods and goddesses again. He tears the packet open and quickly sheathes himself before rejoining you on the bed.
"Ready?" He asks, gently brushing your hair from your face.
"Like you have to ask," you smile as you guide him to you.
Rupert pauses, his tip at your entrance, leaning down to kiss you before pushing inside you. His kiss swallows your gasp and you wrap your legs around him, thrusting your hips to encourage him. Not that Rupert seems to need any persuading. Within seconds, he's moving and you both soon find a rhythm, working together to find release. You can feel it building again, but this time you don't try to stop it, don't try to control it ... you relax, letting the sensations wash over you. You grip him tighter, your fingernails digging into his back and Rupert thrusts faster ... deeper ... harder. You tense as Rupert brings you closer and closer to the edge.
"Let go," he whispers again and this time you come even harder, screaming with the intensity. You're hardly aware of Rupert tensing and shuddering before he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. Your heart is pounding as you hold him to you, not wanting to let him go, loving the feeling of his sweat-slicked body against yours. It seems like forever until your breathing finally calms and Rupert raises his head and kisses you softly. He slowly pulls out of you, kisses you once more and then moves away to dispose of the condom. You lie back and sigh, thanking whoever is listening for your good fortune in bumping into Rupert Giles earlier. There is no way you are going to let him slip through your fingers. He returns to the bed and pulls you into his arms. You lay your head against his chest with a contented sigh. As you close your eyes and start to doze a thought drifts through your mind ... what on earth are you going to wear home tomorrow? Oh well, you think as you slowly drift off to sleep, doesn't matter now.
The end - but it will probably continue as a series!