Title: "Cell Phones: Gotta Love Those Anytime Minutes!" (Part 2)
Author: Weezer
Summary: Giles and Jenny reach out and touch each other over the miles, while she’s up in Northern California on a retreat.
(AU: Jenny was not killed for plot development or mere shock value, is alive and well, and she and Giles have made up and been happily shagging—er, dating for two months.)
Spoilers: (None really. Unless you never saw the second season where Giles and Jenny start to date, albeit briefly, in which case I’ve just divulged that fact. Ooops. J)
Pairing: G/J
Rating: NC-17 (And not for the language, although that gets kinda raunchy too!)
Feedback: Welcome!
Use: No problem. If you want it, just ask Weez2424@aol.com
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine (belong to Joss-The-Brilliant, et al.), and I'm just having fun with them.

Enjoy...

It didn’t take long for Jenny to feel that humming inside her. Giles had been ramming into her for a bit now, and despite his past performance she was still amazed that he could keep up the pace for this long. He had been alternating between slow, harsh piercing strokes and a series of repeated stabs that came at such a rapid pace, Jenny had the image of a piston firing. She literally felt rattled. The sensations were beginning to overpower her, the alternating pleasure and pain growing so intense that she didn’t even realize she was climaxing until a high-pitched scream was driven from her. Her scream seemed to only egg him on more, his hips unleashing now, completely at the mercy of his hard ass that was working overtime.

Giles worked her right through her first orgasm and pounded her into the next. It was literally becoming too much now; she couldn’t even cry out anymore. Her second orgasm flashed through her; not gripping her and then working itself out slowly, but blindsiding her and coursing through her like lightening before disappearing. Jenny thought she heard herself muttering, begging for him to do something, but what? To stop or to keep pummeling her? The decision soon became moot as he slammed into her one final time, and she heard him let out a loud, painful shout. It carried with it a hint of shock at the intensity of his own completion. His cock pulsed and spasmed, sending wave after wave of cum deep within her. She instinctively clamped down on him, and the feel of his orgasm against her walls made her gasp in delight. He held her hips tightly against him, as his shout turned into soft cries that tapered until they blended into and became muted by his gasps.

Having arched up when his orgasm first gripped him, he now was completely spent. As the power of it receded, he practically fell onto her back, just managing to drop his hands to the bed to bear some of the weight. Once he gained his balance, he reached up and embraced her with one arm, resting his cheek on her sweaty shoulder, and groaning into her ear before biting her lobe. She cried out softly, still panting herself. "Oh God, Rupert. I’m .."

"Hmm?" he mumbled, still embedded in her, still resting on her, and still utterly spent.

"I’m going to collapse," she said. And then did.

They fell to the bed, he atop her, but managing to divert his full weight from her by falling a bit to the side. As he did, however, he couldn't help but fall out of her as well. They both cried out at the sudden severance of their tie.

Giles had landed face down in the mattress, the left half of his body still covering hers. He was not content to give up all contact just yet. He did, however, have to finally turn his head in order to free his mouth for oxygen. Turning to the left, he managed a smile at the sight before him. Jenny lay sprawled out on her stomach, her left arm hanging a bit off the bed, while her right arm bent and lay above her head. Her head was turned to the right, facing him as she gasped for breath.

Gasps for air also came from Giles as he fought to focus his eyes. He so desperately wanted to just lay there and take in the sight of her. The magnificent, beautiful, fully sexed sight of her. God, she shimmered. Could’ve been the moonlight, but he didn’t care. To him, she was a shimmering goddess who had just taken him to heaven. Of course, as the power of their lovemaking ebbed and they were left completely spent, he also felt like the goddess had kicked his ass back out of heaven when she was through with him, sending him hurtling thousands of miles crashing into the bed. A chuckle escaped his lips, at the image in his mind. It was quickly followed by a long sigh. Rupert Giles was thoroughly rooted. He couldn’t remember the last time he'd come so hard. So shockingly out of the blue. So bloody completely. He studied her, relishing in the way her body portrayed her own sated state. Her back rose up and down, the pace slowing as she regained her breath. Her skin glistened, and her dark hair, stringy from the sweat, clung to her face and shoulder. His eye caught on a drop of sweat that was fighting to break free from her jaw and run down her neck. He wanted desperately to lean forward and lick it up, but he hadn’t the energy. Good lord, he was dead to rights.

He blinked slowly, reveling in the feel of complete exhaustion. As his lids finally opened again, he found her staring at him. He wanted to smile at her. To say something, but he couldn't do anything. He was stunned. He saw the same expression in her eyes, and they took a moment to study one another. Then, her eyes softened and a smile crept up her face. He smiled back, and then whispered a bit hoarse, "Welcome home."

Her eyes brightened and she whispered back just as softly, "I’ll say."

"Imagine what I could do if I knew you were coming." He was finding his voice again, but it still took some effort even to speak.

She chuckled, and even that took some effort. "I’ll just leave that one alone. I haven’t the energy."

"Thank you," he mouthed. He was able to move the arm that was still draped across her back, and reached his hand to pull some of the damp hair away from her face. "Did I mention how utterly beautiful you are afterwards."

"After what? Getting fucked senseless?" She grinned when his face momentarily filled with shock.

"Well, since you put it that way. Yes." He decided it was worth the energy to reach down and pinch her bum in retaliation.

"Ouch," she whined softly. The whine stemmed more from instinct than actual pain, because well, she wasn’t quite sure if it had hurt or not. Her body was still trying to regain its ability to differentiate between pain and pleasure. The two were still a wonderfully jumbled mess.

He smiled at her and sighed. "God, I'm dead to rights."

"What does that mean, anyway?"

"Hmm," he thought. "Not really sure. Mind doesn't seem to be cooperating at the moment."

"Someone manage to blow your mind?" she asked.

"I'll say. I think I broke something. Perhaps several something's." He giggled.

"I’m thirsty," she whined, batting her eyes at him.

"Me too," he concurred, purposely ignoring her not-so-subtle request.

She whined again. "If you really loved me, you’d get me a glass of water."

"Probably would," he said, not moving.

"Hey," she whined again, managing to turn her head a bit further and bite his arm that rested on her shoulder.

"Oww." He chuckled. "I really would love to get you some water, Jenny. But honestly, I can’t move. Don’t suppose you have a number programmed in that cell phone of yours for a water delivery service?"

"I wish." She looked up at him and pouted.

He chuckled. "All right, all right. Just give me a few more minutes. I’m afraid if I try to stand right now, all the blood will go rushing back to my head and I’ll pass out before I make it to the bathroom."

She smiled. "Aw, you’re so sweet."

"Don’t you forget it."

"Maybe a taste test would help me remember."

"Unfortunately, that statement is not having the effect it might normally have on me."

"Well if we don’t get something to eat and drink soon, I may just be forced to put you to the test."

"Mmm, tempting. But now that you mention it, dinner would be lovely," he thought for a moment and then grinned at her with a lovely idea. "I’ll get the water if you get dinner."

"Rupert," she whined.

"Didn’t think you’d go for it, but, I had to try."

"How about delivery?" she asked. "Chinese, perhaps?"

"Now that's an idea. Think they’ll bring it up here?"

"Doubt it."

"Probably right. Not sure the delivery driver would appreciate having to deliver Chinese to two exhausted, naked people, smelling of sweat and sex. Then again, if the tip were big enough."

She rolled her eyes. "And I’m leaving that one alone as well."

"So, I guess this means one of us will have to get up and order the food," he said.

"Yeah. One of us," Jenny said, hinting at just which one she would vote for.

"Oy! Why’s it have to be me?"

"You’re the man of the house," she giggled, loving it when his accent took a nosedive.

"That’s so sexist."

"Yep. Deal with it or you’re not gettin’ any."

He chuckled. "Right now, that’s not much of a threat, seeing as I probably couldn’t do much with anything I happened to get."

"Rupert," she giggled. "Okay, how about this. We take a nap, gather our energy, both shower and both get up and take care of dinner. That way no one gets the short end of the stick."

"Deal," he said. "I’d shake on it, but I’m still Jell-O"

"We can consummate the deal later. In the shower perhaps." She raised her eyebrow.

"I wouldn't have too high expectations for me, Jenny."

"I bet I could inspire you."

"Woman, you will be the death of me."

"Probably, but what a way to go, huh?"

"Indeed," he sighed. With that, he managed to scoot his body a few inches closer to hers, so that he could rest his cheek in the crook of her elbow. After placing a soft kiss on her damp skin, he allowed his eyes to close and his head to sink back down into the mattress. It didn’t take long for the room to fill with the sounds of slumbering bliss.

* * *

Giles awoke to the feel of fingers running through his hair. He sighed, refusing to open his eyes. At some point during their nap, they had rearranged themselves so that Jenny now lay on her back, and Giles curled up next to her. He was engulfing her with his left arm and leg, using her soft chest as a delightful pillow. Giles’ head fit perfectly under her chin, and he felt her arm encircle him as he clung to her. He moaned his approval and then suddenly her hand stopped. He quickly followed with a whimper of disappointment. Giles heard and then felt Jenny’s soft chuckle before she resumed attentions.

"Awake finally?" she whispered.

"Mmm, mmm," he whined into her chest with a kiss, nonverbally conveying his attempt to live in denial.

She chuckled again. "Rupert, you've been out for hours."

"What?" he asked, suddenly springing up.

"Yes, it's almost 9:30p.m."

"Oh, Jenny, how long have you been up?"

"About an hour or so."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"And miss your little whimpers and sleep talk?"

"Oh Lord, what did I say?" he asked.

She smiled, and then tried to tuck some rebellious curls behind his ear. "Nothing, Luv. I’m just teasing."

"Whew," he sighed as he softly returned to his place of rest.

"Why? Afraid you were saying other girls' names in your sleep?"

"Hmm? Oh no. Not me," he said, with a playful smirk.

She reached down and pinched his bum that was so nicely accessible in his mock fetal position.

"Oww," he whined. "I was only fooling."

"I know dear," she said with a chuckle. She smoothed and then kissed the top of his head. "It's just such a cute bum, I couldn't resist."

He pretended to glance back at his own ass, "Hmm, you're right. It's not half bad at that."

"Rupert, do I have to pinch you again?"

"Oh, if you must," he sighed dramatically and then flashed her a wicked smile.

She rolled her eyes. "So about that dinner?"

His smile suddenly filled with worry, "Oh, Luv. I didn't even think. You must be famished."

"And what about you?"

Just then his stomach decided to growl. He looked down and then back up at her with a blush, "Guess that's one vote for ‘yes.’"

She laughed softly and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. "Mmm," she said. "Something tells me we have a limited window of opportunity to order delivery."

"Yeah," he said. "Too bad about the vampire issues in this town, no restaurant will deliver after 10 p.m."

"Can you blame them?"

"Not really, no. Especially with that gang of vamps that focused on delivery drivers. Who'd have thought they'd have enough brains to think of ordering food, just to get to the delivery drivers."

"Not all that surprising when you think that Demons tend to generally think with their stomachs."

"You have a point. Well, so much for our team shower approach. Would you like to go first? I'll order some food and then try to join you?"

"Sounds good. So, Chinese, right?" she looked at him with bright eyes.

"Yes, we can order Chinese. Again," he added, feigning annoyance.

"Yea!" she said, dropping another kiss on his forehead.

"You're usual, I take it?"

"Yep."

"You really must try something new. They do have a menu that spans three pages. I think they even offer sushi."

"Rupert, even I know better than to order sushi from a Chinese restaurant. You're just asking for trouble."

"Yes, dear," he said.

"Don't mock me," she said.

"Yes dear." He grinned as she reached down and pinched his ass again.

"Oh ow, that hurt," he said monotone.

"And you just set me up for that didn't you?" she asked when she saw how pleased he really was.

"Who me?" He rolled his eyes upward, feigning innocence.

"Someday I'm going to have to test just how far you like to take this little pain fetish of yours."

"Oh yea!" he said, mimicking her excitement over the Chinese food.

"Get going, will ya?" This time she slapped his ass.

"Oh, do it again. Please?" he batted his eyes and she just huffed and rolled hers. Of course, he didn't miss the smile and serious consideration on her face as she got up and headed for the shower.

Giles turned over on his back and sighed, taking a moment to collect himself. If anyone told him six months ago that be this totally and utterly lost; that he would feel this good; that he would have someone like Jenny, he'd have scoffed. He was startled from his silent debate over his turn of luck by a warning from the bathroom.

"You better hurry. If dinner's not ordered by the time I'm out of here, you're going to see some serious spanking. And not the kind that's enjoyable either!?"

Giles giggled and pushed himself up from the bed, heading off to order dinner. "Yes dear!" he called back after the shower had been turned on, so he could be sure she didn’t hear him. He decided to order quickly, so he could get back while she was still in the shower. Perhaps she might just be able to inspire him after all. He was feeling a second wind coming on, actually.

tbc
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