Title: Sunnydale Replacement
Author: Tori Deathangel
Email: deathangel_tori@hotmail.com
Pairing: Its POV so you and Giles
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: BTVS is not mine nor will ever be, Joss and Co has it
all. I come and play and put back.
NOTE: I'm unused to writing POV's, so yes I need criticism on this
one, please I need to know
You are the new replacement computer teacher for Sunnydale high. You are in the faculty lounge and Snyder is bitching about something. He catches you rolling your eyes and he walks up to you.
"Got something to add?"
You look down at the arrogant little troll, "Yeah as a matter a fact I do. You tote on and on about your great ideas, when all they are...are great liabilities look at the previous Halloweens, look how much trouble there was. You go around strutting like your king, truth is you are not in control, we are all working together... its not all about you." You wanted to know what I was thinking you got it."
He huffed for a minute, "I like you, you have balls."
You point your finger at the nearest guy... which happen to be the school librarian, "No he's got balls."
He huffed again and left. That same librarian busted out laughing. Deciding that being in the lounge is a waste of your time, you gather your stuff and leave. Soon you realize that the librarian is hot on your heels, Stopping you ask, "Can I help you?"
"Um... I'm actually quite surprised by the way you handled him."
"Well, I think I made an enemy today."
"Perhaps. I'm Rupert Giles."
You stare at him finally and realize how handsome he is. You are so entranced by him, you feel as though you were under a spell.
For the next following weeks he would stop by and pick you up for school bringing coffee as well. A close friendship forms and sometimes he would even sing when you came over. Finally on this last visit, after a song you love so much, he leaned over and kissed you.
Instead of rushing forward he suggests he walks you home, hand in
hand you walk sharing sweet kisses. You try to get him in doors by
you, but insists on being a gentleman.
You catch him in the halls at school and when you think no one is
looking, again you steal kisses. Finally you can't take no more, you
grab him by the lapels and shove him into the janitors closet. You
explore him deeply as he kisses you senseless, causing a warm heat to
build up between your thighs. Figuring its best to leave out now that
the bell has rang not to attract suspicion, regretfully you part
again
and you feel very frustrated. You didn't even say anything to him
when he drove you home, and not waiting for him to open the door, you
got out and slammed it and walked briskly to the front door. Before
you could reach it he jumps ahead of you.
"What's wrong luv?" You turn away hiding the moisture that's
threatening to fall, he grabs you to face him, but still you won't
look up. He puts his chin on your head and you start to feel like a
fool... here is this sweet sensitive caring man and you're pissed,
why? Because your tired of him being a gentleman... you want him to
take you right here and now.
Now... you certainly feel like an idiot
All for the lack of nookie
"Sweets??"
You lift your head up, "I'M SORRY, " you sigh, "this is all my fault,
you did nothing wrong. Its just me." You decide to try and cover it
up and remove him from blame
You back him to the door before he could back out of this and manage
to get the both of you inside. He slides a hand up your skirt and
finds the moisture there. You begin to gyrate with his motions and
you help him out of his jacket, tie and shirt, stripping him of his
pants and find his rigid cock ready for you.
He rids you of what you are wearing as well and massages your globes,
you can't take much more of this punishment, you want to feel his
long thick cock inside you. He pushes you to a wall where he gently
lifts you and impales you with his rod, using the wall and your hips
for support.
You gasp when you feel him inside you, god, you have never felt
anything like this before. He nibbles on your nipples as he pumps
away again and again. You see so many pretty stars as you flow over,
feeling his own jism mix with yours.
"Do you feel better luv" He asked panting but not willing to let you
go
"Lots!"
END