In the Real World

Chapter Three - The Roommate Debacle

~~Three Months and 77 Dates later~~

"God, that was great!" Buffy exclaimed as she rubbed a hand over her stomach. Rupert smiled and stood up.

"Why thank you, I do try." He said. He leaned over the table and stared to remove the plates that littered it.

"Where'd you learn to cook like that?"

Rupert chuckled as he took the plates into the kitchen and placed them in the sink.

"When one has been a bachelor as long as I have you pick up those little survival skills, I can even do my own laundry." He added with a hint of sarcasm.

Buffy smirked and rolled her eyes as she stood, moved into the living room area and plopped herself on to the sofa as Rupert turned the water on in the kitchen sink. Buffy turned her head to watch him as he started to do the dishes.

"Rupert, put those down. We can do them together later. I need some chick flick and cuddleage time after a meal like that." She whined sweetly.

Rupert shook his head and grinned then turned the water off and moved to join his girlfriend on the sofa. Rupert sat down slightly cockeyed in the corner of the sofa and Buffy snuggled into him, her head resting at the place where shoulder and chest meet. She pulled her legs up onto the seat, bent slightly at the knee as she let one arm rest on his upper thigh. Rupert pick up the remote from the side table and turned on the television as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and held her just a bit closer to him.

"So what dreadful thing are we watching tonight then?"

As an answer Buffy looked up at him and gave a little pout. He laughed and bent down to place a little kiss on her upturned nose.

"I'm just kidding luv." He told her and she made a face.

"Cheeky." She said as she turned her face back to the television. Rupert laughed again, she could feel the rumbling of it in his chest under her head, and pressed play.

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Cuba Gooding Jr. had just started screaming about `showing him the money' when Buffy became aware that Rupert's thumb was rubbing lightly against the side of her fabric covered breast, the sensation it cause rippled through her body and pooled at the juncture of her thighs.

Buffy sat up and twisted so that she was facing Rupert and she smiled at him. When their eyes meet Rupert blushed slightly at the fact that he'd been caught and moved his hand away.

"No, don't stop." Buffy told him breathily as she moved closer to him. Rupert's brows shot up in a half surprised, half questioning look as she reached out and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Buffy, are you quite sure? We don't have to…" his logical thoughts were cut short as Buffy's mouth took control of his and they lost themselves in the fire that was slowly overwhelming them both.

Buffy finished the last button and then pushed that cotton over his hard, broad shoulders and it fell down over his forearms where Rupert shook it loose and allowed it to drop to the floor.

Buffy's hands began to explore the taut expanse of his chest, she was fascinated by the chest hair, it was course but not prickly and it was incredibly masculine and arousing, she wove and twisted her fingers in it, occasionally giving it a little tug.

As Buffy explored his chest, Rupert allowed his tongue to beg access to her mouth, given what it wanted, his tongue delved into her mouth tasting the sweetness that was distinctly Buffy.

When she tugged on his chest hair he gave a little growl and broke the kiss. His mouth quickly found her chin and he kissed and nibbled his way to her ear, where he sucked in her earlobe and twisted his tongue around it. When Buffy moaned he moved his mouth to her neck and trailed little kisses downward to the place where her shoulder began, then he followed the neckline of her top over to the other shoulder leaving a blazing trail of fire wherever his lips touched.

He pulled away from her and looked down into her eyes, they were glazed with desire and lust and something else he couldn't quite name and wasn't sure he dared to. He smiled when he knew that they must match his own. She gave a little whimper and he placed a feather light kiss on her lips before moving his hands to the hem of her top and pulling it smoothly up and over her head.

He leaned forward and licked the swell of her breasts that were visible over her smooth satin bra, even as his hands made quick work of the clasp at her back. Rupert slowly lowered Buffy to the sofa and pulled the bra free and it quickly joined both their shirts on the floor. Rupert looked down at her, her skin smooth and lightly tanned; her pert, round breasts peaked with pink, pebbled nipples.

"You're a goddess." He proclaimed as his head descend on her once more.

Buffy felt his mouth close around her left breast and his hand over the right one, when his tongue flicked out and began to stroke her nipple she arched up toward him and took his hair in her hand, holding his mouth to her chest.

"Oh God!" she moaned as he switched the position of his mouth and hand and his tongue began its assault on her right breast.

When Rupert's thumb and index finger began to pinch and then roll the nipple of her left breast she began to wonder if it was possible to have and orgasm just from having your breasts fondled. She whimpered a bit when his mouth left her chest but, it soon found her mouth and the kiss he started quickly escalated into a battle of dueling tongues. As the fire burned inside her she felt Rupert's hand traveling down her chest, abdomen, and then down her inside thigh to the hem of her skirt.

Rupert had never in his entire life been so totally aroused by a woman, her smell, her taste, the feel of her skin under his touch were all like aphrodisiacs from the gods. He felt her pry her arm from between the sofa back and their bodies and then her hand came to rest on the button of his jeans. He helped her undo it by shifting his weight to make it easier for her to pull the button loose. With the button undone she was able to unzip the jeans with a quick wrist movement.

Rupert felt his breath catch when her small, warm hand slid inside his boxers and wrapped around his hard length, he nearly lost all control when it started too slide up and down the shaft in desperately slow strokes. His breath was coming fast and ragged as he fought to control himself. He continued to kiss her as he let his hand fall once more to the hem of her skirt, he yanked it upwards where he let the fabric pool at her waist, his hand sliding underneath the satin edge of her panties and then over her lower abdomen coming to rest in the nest of her curls, slowly he began to apply pressure to her clit as he moved his index finger in languid circles.

Buffy felt her grip tighten on his penis as he began to stroke her moist slit with two fingers. She sped up her on ministrations to encourage him in his own.

"Oh god, yes, that's it." Buffy cried as he push first one then another finger into her and began to move them in and out of her while continuing the pressure on her clit with his thumb.

Buffy's eyes where closed and her head flung side to side as Rupert pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly she tensed as the peek started to rise in her, Rupert felt her clinch around his fingers and leaned in so that his mouth was against her ear.

"That's right luv, cum for me." His breath was hot on her ear and that was all it took to send her over.

"Aha, aha, aha, Rupertttttttttttttttt!" she cried her head rolling back into the cushion of the sofa. Rupert smiled down on her enjoying the look of pure ecstasy on her face and enjoying even more that it was he who had put it there.

"Erm.." came the foreign noise from behind. Buffy’s eyes flew open and she gasped; her face flushed bright crimson and she lunged for her shirt, she grabbing Rupert's shirt instead, hastily pulled it in front of her breasts, jumped up for the sofa and dashed like a lunatic up the steps to the loft.

Rupert silently cursed himself for not having the presence of mind to have moved their lovemaking to the loft in the first place. He stood slowly and did up his jeans, then turned to meet the eyes of his flat mates who where biting their lips to keep from laughing.

"Sorry Ripper old mate, didn't mean to interrupt the er…party." Ethan said through slightly pursed lips.

William however couldn't hold it any longer and began to laugh, although to his credit he did manage to turn it into a cough.

"Bugger off!" Rupert snapped out at both men just before he turned and headed up the stairs to comfort a now surely traumatized Buffy.