Research Never Looked So Good
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Research Never Looked So Good
(Characters: Not ours - we’re just playin' with 'em)
(Set up: Giles has contracted a parasite that on ocasion goes in heat. Giles doesn't know this)
As Giles followed the directional signs through the Victoria and Albert Museum in South Kensington, it was all he could do to maintain his focus. Since he'd arrived in London, the new Head Watcher hadn't had a moment's peace – not that he could have relaxed even if he'd wanted to. He'd left word for Fred so she wouldn't worry, but thinking about her was a terrible distraction. So instead Giles had vehemently pushed all thoughts of her from his mind – leaving him irritable and tense, which allowed him to fit right in with the other watchers. At least the high priestess at the coven had cast a spell to expedite his healing – otherwise Giles would have still been sporting a wicked black eye.
After more than a week of dispelling exaggerated rumors about the new Council, much obligatory arse licking and smoothing of ruffled feathers, not to mention forging alliances with old acquaintances that he'd rather hoped he would never have to speak with again – Giles felt as if he'd been beaten to a bloody pulp once again. All he wanted was to feel Fred's gentle caresses. In his mind, only she could heal the emotional chaos that was a constant disruption while he tried to work.
With Fred once again firmly rooted in his thoughts, Giles wanted nothing more then to slow his pace and take some time to enjoy the cultural exhibits and admire the great works of art in the gallery. As he passed an alcove, he glanced at a replica of the Venus de Milo and was immediately reminded of Fred's exquisite form. A heated flush colored his features causing him to look away and continue steadfastly on to the manuscript library before he forgot why he was there.
Giles slid his hand along the polished banister as he made his way down to the lower level. When he reached the scriptorium, he stood in the doorway for a moment and used his handkerchief to wipe the sheen perspiration from his brow. He quickly surveyed the room, inspecting the various pedestals that displayed valuable written artifacts. The watcher quickly found what he was looking for and stepped up to the Cumarian scroll of Im'rahna. He placed his hands on the glass and lowered his head, mouthing the words as he mentally translated the ancient script.
Charlotte Evanston swept like a miniature storm through the back rooms of the museum. One of these days, she'd have it all in order. When they gave her a competent staff. Some departments of the museum were more... popular with the public, and that was where the funding went.
Eventually, she found the parcel she'd been looking for. It was large, but rather than calling for an assistant, she balanced it on her hip and struggled with the door, eventually pushing it open.
"Oh. Good evening." The severity of her hairstyle was quite at odds with her pert face, quick smile, and tailored clothes. It was rather late and not too many people wandered into the bowels of the earth to dig through the manuscripts, especially now that everything was being copied onto cdroms and the like.
Odd, the gentlemen looked both comfortingly British, and foreign at the same time. He was quite flushed, and it wasn't at all warm in the basement. "Is there something I can help you with?" She shifted the parcel to her other hip.
Startled by the woman that seemed to appear out of nowhere, Giles looked up and regarded the curator with a keen eye. "Yes, actually..." he answered, removing his glasses so he could have a better look at the smartly dressed woman. "I'm quite interested in this Cumarian piece." He inclined his head toward the glass covered scroll without taking his eyes off the woman. "Might I have a closer look?"
It had been muggy as all Hades outside and from the feel of the perspiration that tickled the back of his neck, Giles presumed the air conditioning did not reach the lower levels of the museum. Unconsciously, he reached up and tugged at his collar slightly as he strained against the taut necktie that suddenly felt like a noose.
"Ordinarily I'd need to take your identification, but you're going to look at it right here?" She stared at him for a long moment. "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes, I'm quite well thank you," he replied, his voice deepening an octave as he was struck by a familiar beauty. "And I will be looking at you right here..." he confirmed, letting his gaze take her in before he realized his mistake. "....looking at it. The manuscript... not you..." he corrected awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he replaced his glasses on his nose with an apologetic look.
She gave a low laugh at his embarrassment. "I'm used to coming second, after the manuscripts. They are lovely." Putting the package down on one of the tables, she joined him. "Do you read Cumarian or are you studying the lettering? The colors on this one are preserved remarkably well." Looking down at the set of keys attached to a clip at her waist, she flipped through them.
"Yes, I do..." he answered, reflexively inhaling her scent as she brushed against his jacket. He coughed and cleared his throat as he shifted again. "But I'm actually more interested in the illumination," he explained. His eyes drifted over to her, catching a glimpse of a bit of black lace through the translucence of her silk blouse. "They are lovely indeed..." he agreed as she inserted the key in the lock and lifted the glass.
Heat coursed through his chest causing him to shrug out of his jacket before he burst into flame. The action was a welcome distraction and he was able to drag his gaze from the neckline of her blouse before she noticed his rude stare. "I hope you don't mind... I seem to be a little warm..." he explained as he tugged at the knot of his tie.
"No of course not," she glanced up at him. "Here, why don't you sit down and I'll get you a glass of water," she offered. "Feel free to take it off, hardly anyone wanders over here, and believe me, none of the professors who spend hours pouring over our materials stand on ceremony."
"Yes, thank you," Giles jerked the knot of his tie and released the first two buttons of his shirt. "Water would be splendid if it's not too much trouble. I'd like to study the pictograms in the illuminations. Might you have a magnifying glass handy?"
For some reason his heart began to race and he was unable to step away from the woman, even though he wanted to take a seat as she'd suggested. Instead he reached out and touched a stray lock of hair that had fallen loose from the severe knot that held her dark mane in place. Realizing what he'd done, he withdrew his hand with a murmured apology, unable to explain his behavior.
She blinked. He was flirting with her, that's what he was doing. Who said only the girls upstairs saw action? She had to admit she was quite tired of hearing them boast at their Friday night de-stressers at the pub across the street. All that talk of good looking men, and best lines... and she never had any stories of her own. Perhaps this Friday she'd be the one with the story.
Her lips quirked into a smile. "Pish posh, a little playfulness between the stacks never hurt anyone, now did it?" she touched his shoulder and pushed him down into a chair. If he stole a kiss, she wouldn't mind one bit. He was quite good looking.
As she walked away, she put a little extra swing into her hips. Professorial sorts were so... clueless. They needed help, they did.
Giles' jaw dropped as he dutifully sat, his eyes glued to her retreating form. By the time she returned with a glass of water and magnifying glass, he'd regained his composure enough to be able to accept both without leering at her pert breasts. At least not obviously leering. "Thank you. You're very kind Miss..."
"Charlotte. Just Charlotte." He was looking at her... he was. Even that would make a semi-good story, but a kiss...or a grope, now then she'd have something to really tell the girls. She leaned slightly across the table, to bring the manuscript close. In the process, she drew so close to him, she could feel his body heat emanating. "Is there anything else you need? One of our curators had started a paper analyzing the manuscript you are looking it, would you like me to fetch it?"
Giles' breath became distinctly heavy as he struggled to maintain some semblance of decency while she leaned forward, exposing that tell tale bit of lace that cupped her firm breast beneath the smooth fabric. "Charlotte," he repeated as if committing her name to memory. "Yes... please. That would be most helpful," he answered, his mind running on autopilot as erotic images danced across his mind's eye in a most unhelpful manner.
With great effort, he was able to drag his wanton gaze back to the document. Steady old man... he encouraged himself to focus by picking up the magnifying glass and holding it over the mosaic pattern of the illumination. He was looking for a symbol, hidden in the pattern of the tile behind the figures. But a noise drew his attention and he found himself gawking as Charlotte stepped gracefully up the ladder leading to the top stacks.
Good lord! Giles swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the hem of her skirt as it rose ever higher until he was able to glimpse the delicate lace of her knickers. He removed his glasses and set them on the table without breaking his stare. Black to match her bra. His groin pulsed to life, causing him to squirm in his seat. When her foot slipped on the last rung, Giles jumped to his feet and in a flash was at the bottom of the ladder looking up at her. "Careful now..." he cautioned. "I wouldn't want you to fall..." his breath caught as he was in full view of her creamy white thighs. "Let me help you..." he said reaching up and running his hand along her calf to steady her.
She started down the ladder, but stopped when she felt his hand on her. Forget his hand... it was in his eyes. Pure lust. The kind one only read about. He was coiled so tight, so near the edge... What would it take to push him over it?
"Thank you... " she came down a few rungs, letting her leg graze down his chest and leaving it resting against his lower abdomen. "If I were to slip, we might accidentally fall into a heap together. I wonder what these stacks have seen over the years." Her gaze dropped to his mouth. One kiss... one story, was it too much to ask?
"Indeed..." Giles replied with a throaty chafe to his voice as he reflexively pressed his body into her leg and smoothed his hands around to the front of her thighs to support her weight as she stepped down lower. When her buttocks skimmed over his chest, he gripped her with sudden fervor, lifting her from the ladder and setting her down.
In one smooth motion, Giles turned her small frame so she was facing him. Capturing her gaze with a lust filled stare, he backed her up against the stacks and pressed his groin into her so she could feel what she'd done to him. Without a word, the watcher took the notebook that she'd retrieved and dropped it to the floor, never taking his eyes off her. When her chest heaved with excitement, he boldly reached behind her head to pull the hairclip free. With both hands, he pulled his fingers through her thick mane, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. "I dare say... that looks... much... more.... comfortable..." he said, his voice almost a whisper.
"Indeed." A kiss? Oh he was going to give her more than that. If the bulky feel of him pressing against her stomach was anything to go by, he was going to give her plenty.
She caught the loosened ends his tie and wrapped them around her fists, forcing him to come closer an inch at a time. When she could feel his breath, she let one end go and pulled it off him, dropping it to the ground. "I've always had fantasies about these stacks," she admitted, her gaze dropping to his lips in invitation.
With a sharp intake of breath, Giles lowered his head and closed his eyes. When he touched his lips to hers, a wave of heat radiated out from his throbbing libido and raged through his body, charging him with unquenchable desire. Pulling her closer, carnal instinct engulfed the habitually sagacious watcher and he ground against her, opening his mouth hungrily against hers as he kissed her.
"Your scent... it's... intoxicating..." he managed to offer as if it were an explanation for his gregarious behavior. He inhaled deeply before trailing his kisses down the delicate slope of her neck as his hands followed his decent over the curve of her waist and hips. "You are so lovely... I – I can't seem to help myself..."
His desperate touches sent desire spiraling through her own body. As if what his hands were doing wasn't enough, his words gave her an altogether different thrill. No one had called her bewitching before, they didn't see past her position and demure demeanor. "Then don't... don't try to stop," she whispered against his mouth, sliding her hands down his back and arching her body into his. "I was reading about the famous Succubus Shalimar. It made me rather.... warm." Her hand slipped between them. Eyes locked with his, she whispered, "the things she did to men...quite shocking."
"Yes..." he answered through breathless kisses that wet the nape of her neck before he fervently attacked her collar bone. "...the Succubuses.... erm... Succubi..." he struggled to recall the proper pronunciation for the plural of the demonic species she had mentioned before finally deciding it didn't matter. "...they... are rather... erotic creatures now aren't they?"
One hand found its way under her skirt, massaging the firm muscle just beneath the fringe of her panties, while he brought his other hand up to work her buttons free. Frustrated by his own clumsiness, Giles finally tore at her blouse, marveling at the surprisingly sexy black bra that had been so well hidden beneath conservative clothing. A throaty moan escaped as he lifted her up so he could bury his face in her chest. Pushing her against the stacks, he scraped his teeth over her lace covered nipples and he was rewarded by a sensual moan.
Somehow Giles managed to remove her bra so he could taste her hot flesh, letting his tongue mark every curve as she undulated against him. Supporting her weight, Giles managed to slide his hands around until he could dip his fingers under the elastic of her panties. Her wet heat sent him over the edge and he thrust his groin against her taut abdomen with mindless abandon.
"I..." he moaned the words into her mouth as he captured her in kisses once again, "...seem to be..." he ground against her, "...rather overdressed..."
His desire filled her with a sense of power she'd never had before. This was what they all talked about... she liked it. And she moved against him in a way that showed him how much she liked it. "It's by... by design," she panted lightly and threw her head back when sheer pleasure shot through her body. "Succubi torture their men with thoughts of sex until... aaah," a moan escaped her. She wrapped a leg around his and arched harder. "... until he thinks he'll go mad without her. She wants him at his ... most potent moment. Are you sure you're ready for the clothes to come off," she tugged at his shirt lightly.
"Oh... yes..." he gasped in raspy halted breaths. "...the torture... is said to be exquisite..." he clenched his teeth and set his jaw as he struggled not to explode. "An orgasm induced by the succubus is so powerful..." the watcher groaned as he strained against fingers that explored the buckle of his belt. "...so powerful it can drain a man of his life force."
It had been a long time. Far too long. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Giles considered the idea that he might actually have found himself in the clutches of a succubus. It would certainly explain—thoughts melted and spun into oblivion as a dizzying wave of throbbing heat pounded through him again. Fleeting images of Fred twisted whatever train of thought he had started down, sending him back to the overwhelming primal urge to have this woman.
"Yes... clothes... much... much too many of them..." Giles frantically started pulling at his own belt, desperate for release.
She gave a throaty laugh and helped him... a little... and tortured him... a little. Kissing hot trails down his chest as he worked to shrug his shirt off, rubbing her hand over his bulging manhood even as he struggled with his belt and zipper. "Ahh... free at last..." She teased him with her tongue, but from the way he gripped her shoulders and pulled her up, she knew he was putting the torture to an end.
Her gaze locked with his. She slipped one hand around his shoulder, and held onto the book shelf with the other. The intense glint in his eyes warned her to brace herself.
With his shirt still dangling from one arm and his trousers around his ankles, Giles lifted her up and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed into the apex of her thighs. His erection pounded against her slick panties, working them aside as he writhed against her. When she arched her back, his lips found her breast and he flicked his tongue against her nipple.
And in the next thrust, he was inside her. Grunting and moaning as she tightened around him, drawing him in deeper with surprising strength for such a petite woman. Books tumbled from the shelves behind her, breaking bindings and tearing pages as he stepped out of his discarded trousers to get a better angle of penetration.
Books were being destroyed and Giles didn't care. Something was terribly wrong.
"Please..." he begged, moving his hand between their bodies so he could stimulate her. It was an automatic response for the well-mannered gentleman. Even in the throws of a fevered shag, he wanted her to share the explosive moment that was rapidly about to consume him.
Her back slammed into the books and shelves. His desire, his need fed hers until she mindlessly rocked against him, finally rasping, "yes... oh yes."
His fingers bit into her hips as he thrust into her with wild abandon so at odds with the image she'd had of him at first glance. She clawed at him, urging him on, imagining she was the succubus Shalimar, and this was her chance to keep a human body. All she had to do was make him take her one last time, make him give her all he had. "More," she whispered close to his ear, "more."
"Fred... oh Fred..." Giles grunted, his amorous cries muffled as he still suckled at her nipples, biting and nipping as she demanded more. "Yes... more..." he panted taking long, grinding thursts. In a smooth movement he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder in what seemed like an impossible position, but it allowed him even deeper access to her heated core. His thumb worked her rhythmically until he felt her muscles contract in a spasm that sent him over the top, spilling into her with a jerk – and then another... and another... until he was spent. Letting his head rock back, Giles' chest pounded as he collapsed against her.
It was several heaving breaths later before the dizzying after effect slipped away and Giles was left in the awkward position of disengaging himself from this woman. "I – erm..." he uttered weakly as he stepped back into his trousers and pulled them on.
"Were perfect," she filled in for him. She blew a strand of her hair off her face. Picking up her own articles of clothing, she started to tidy herself up. "I'm here every day but Thursday and Sunday. If there's any other reading I can bring to life for you... do let me know," she smiled over her shoulder at him.
Giles let out a relieved breath that the woman hadn't felt violated. "Thank you – Charlotte," he winced slightly, for the first time realizing he'd called her Fred in the throws of passion. Hopefully, she hadn't heard... "You're demonstration... was... most... extraordinary," he offered, managing a smile as he helped her replace the fallen books. "If you don't mind, I think I'll come back to finish my research another time. I seem to be a bit... out of sorts."
She lifted a pile of books up herself, and smiled. "And I have my work cut out for me reorganizing these. Next time, we really ought to try a table. In fact, I've been known to fantasize about the head curator's desk. Very annoying fellow, he'd be quite distressed."
With a raised brow, Giles smirked, letting out a low chuckle at the suggestion. "Indeed," he offered in a non-committal response. As randy as he felt right now, he might be inclined to take her up on her offer, but fleeting thoughts of Fred dispelled further exploration of the idea. "I'll be sure and drop him a note to make sure he is aware of the outstanding personalized attention his staff provides," he teased as he stood and gathered his notebook.
As she rose, he dropped a soft kiss on her check before turning to leave. He could feel her hot gaze on his back, but he dared not turn around. Instead, he continued on a direct path up the stairs and through the great halls of the museum. As he passed the through the history of human sciences exhibit, he was reminded of Fred, memories of his encounter fading into the recesses of his mind. By the time he made it outside, he found himself adjusting his tie, wondering how his perfect Windsor knot had gone all askew.
When he got back to his hotel room, he opened his notebook to study the research he'd done on the Cumarian Illumination and was astonished to see the pages were all but blank. He searched his memory, but could only recall looking at the manuscript for a brief time through the magnifying glass. He hadn't recorded the code embedded in the mosaic pattern – what had he been thinking?
Giles let out a sigh and scrubbed his forehead for a moment before going into the bathroom and filling the tub with hot water. As he undressed, something dropped out from the back of his pants. He turned and picked it up, staring quizzically at a black lace bra dangling from his fingertips.
(A/N: Please comment. I have no clue whether anyone reads or enjoys alternative pairings. I have a Kate/Wes up as well. Is it worth putting unpopular pairing up at all?)
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(Set up: Giles has contracted a parasite that on ocasion goes in heat. Giles doesn't know this
As Giles followed the directional signs through the Victoria and Albert Museum in South Kensington, it was all he could do to maintain his focus. Since he'd arrived in London, the new Head Watcher hadn't had a moment's peace – not that he could have relaxed even if he'd wanted to. He'd left word for Fred so she wouldn't worry, but thinking about her was a terrible distraction. So instead Giles had vehemently pushed all thoughts of her from his mind – leaving him irritable and tense, which allowed him to fit right in with the other watchers. At least the high priestess at the coven had cast a spell to expedite his healing – otherwise Giles would have still been sporting a wicked black eye.
After more than a week of dispelling exaggerated rumors about the new Council, much obligatory arse licking and smoothing of ruffled feathers, not to mention forging alliances with old acquaintances that he'd rather hoped he would never have to speak with again – Giles felt as if he'd been beaten to a bloody pulp once again. All he wanted was to feel Fred's gentle caresses. In his mind, only she could heal the emotional chaos that was a constant disruption while he tried to work.
With Fred once again firmly rooted in his thoughts, Giles wanted nothing more then to slow his pace and take some time to enjoy the cultural exhibits and admire the great works of art in the gallery. As he passed an alcove, he glanced at a replica of the Venus de Milo and was immediately reminded of Fred's exquisite form. A heated flush colored his features causing him to look away and continue steadfastly on to the manuscript library before he forgot why he was there.
Giles slid his hand along the polished banister as he made his way down to the lower level. When he reached the scriptorium, he stood in the doorway for a moment and used his handkerchief to wipe the sheen perspiration from his brow. He quickly surveyed the room, inspecting the various pedestals that displayed valuable written artifacts. The watcher quickly found what he was looking for and stepped up to the Cumarian scroll of Im'rahna. He placed his hands on the glass and lowered his head, mouthing the words as he mentally translated the ancient script.
Charlotte Evanston swept like a miniature storm through the back rooms of the museum. One of these days, she'd have it all in order. When they gave her a competent staff. Some departments of the museum were more... popular with the public, and that was where the funding went.
Eventually, she found the parcel she'd been looking for. It was large, but rather than calling for an assistant, she balanced it on her hip and struggled with the door, eventually pushing it open.
"Oh. Good evening." The severity of her hairstyle was quite at odds with her pert face, quick smile, and tailored clothes. It was rather late and not too many people wandered into the bowels of the earth to dig through the manuscripts, especially now that everything was being copied onto cdroms and the like.
Odd, the gentlemen looked both comfortingly British, and foreign at the same time. He was quite flushed, and it wasn't at all warm in the basement. "Is there something I can help you with?" She shifted the parcel to her other hip.
Startled by the woman that seemed to appear out of nowhere, Giles looked up and regarded the curator with a keen eye. "Yes, actually..." he answered, removing his glasses so he could have a better look at the smartly dressed woman. "I'm quite interested in this Cumarian piece." He inclined his head toward the glass covered scroll without taking his eyes off the woman. "Might I have a closer look?"
It had been muggy as all Hades outside and from the feel of the perspiration that tickled the back of his neck, Giles presumed the air conditioning did not reach the lower levels of the museum. Unconsciously, he reached up and tugged at his collar slightly as he strained against the taut necktie that suddenly felt like a noose.
"Ordinarily I'd need to take your identification, but you're going to look at it right here?" She stared at him for a long moment. "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes, I'm quite well thank you," he replied, his voice deepening an octave as he was struck by a familiar beauty. "And I will be looking at you right here..." he confirmed, letting his gaze take her in before he realized his mistake. "....looking at it. The manuscript... not you..." he corrected awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he replaced his glasses on his nose with an apologetic look.
She gave a low laugh at his embarrassment. "I'm used to coming second, after the manuscripts. They are lovely." Putting the package down on one of the tables, she joined him. "Do you read Cumarian or are you studying the lettering? The colors on this one are preserved remarkably well." Looking down at the set of keys attached to a clip at her waist, she flipped through them.
"Yes, I do..." he answered, reflexively inhaling her scent as she brushed against his jacket. He coughed and cleared his throat as he shifted again. "But I'm actually more interested in the illumination," he explained. His eyes drifted over to her, catching a glimpse of a bit of black lace through the translucence of her silk blouse. "They are lovely indeed..." he agreed as she inserted the key in the lock and lifted the glass.
Heat coursed through his chest causing him to shrug out of his jacket before he burst into flame. The action was a welcome distraction and he was able to drag his gaze from the neckline of her blouse before she noticed his rude stare. "I hope you don't mind... I seem to be a little warm..." he explained as he tugged at the knot of his tie.
"No of course not," she glanced up at him. "Here, why don't you sit down and I'll get you a glass of water," she offered. "Feel free to take it off, hardly anyone wanders over here, and believe me, none of the professors who spend hours pouring over our materials stand on ceremony."
"Yes, thank you," Giles jerked the knot of his tie and released the first two buttons of his shirt. "Water would be splendid if it's not too much trouble. I'd like to study the pictograms in the illuminations. Might you have a magnifying glass handy?"
For some reason his heart began to race and he was unable to step away from the woman, even though he wanted to take a seat as she'd suggested. Instead he reached out and touched a stray lock of hair that had fallen loose from the severe knot that held her dark mane in place. Realizing what he'd done, he withdrew his hand with a murmured apology, unable to explain his behavior.
She blinked. He was flirting with her, that's what he was doing. Who said only the girls upstairs saw action? She had to admit she was quite tired of hearing them boast at their Friday night de-stressers at the pub across the street. All that talk of good looking men, and best lines... and she never had any stories of her own. Perhaps this Friday she'd be the one with the story.
Her lips quirked into a smile. "Pish posh, a little playfulness between the stacks never hurt anyone, now did it?" she touched his shoulder and pushed him down into a chair. If he stole a kiss, she wouldn't mind one bit. He was quite good looking.
As she walked away, she put a little extra swing into her hips. Professorial sorts were so... clueless. They needed help, they did.
Giles' jaw dropped as he dutifully sat, his eyes glued to her retreating form. By the time she returned with a glass of water and magnifying glass, he'd regained his composure enough to be able to accept both without leering at her pert breasts. At least not obviously leering. "Thank you. You're very kind Miss..."
"Charlotte. Just Charlotte." He was looking at her... he was. Even that would make a semi-good story, but a kiss...or a grope, now then she'd have something to really tell the girls. She leaned slightly across the table, to bring the manuscript close. In the process, she drew so close to him, she could feel his body heat emanating. "Is there anything else you need? One of our curators had started a paper analyzing the manuscript you are looking it, would you like me to fetch it?"
Giles' breath became distinctly heavy as he struggled to maintain some semblance of decency while she leaned forward, exposing that tell tale bit of lace that cupped her firm breast beneath the smooth fabric. "Charlotte," he repeated as if committing her name to memory. "Yes... please. That would be most helpful," he answered, his mind running on autopilot as erotic images danced across his mind's eye in a most unhelpful manner.
With great effort, he was able to drag his wanton gaze back to the document. Steady old man... he encouraged himself to focus by picking up the magnifying glass and holding it over the mosaic pattern of the illumination. He was looking for a symbol, hidden in the pattern of the tile behind the figures. But a noise drew his attention and he found himself gawking as Charlotte stepped gracefully up the ladder leading to the top stacks.
Good lord! Giles swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the hem of her skirt as it rose ever higher until he was able to glimpse the delicate lace of her knickers. He removed his glasses and set them on the table without breaking his stare. Black to match her bra. His groin pulsed to life, causing him to squirm in his seat. When her foot slipped on the last rung, Giles jumped to his feet and in a flash was at the bottom of the ladder looking up at her. "Careful now..." he cautioned. "I wouldn't want you to fall..." his breath caught as he was in full view of her creamy white thighs. "Let me help you..." he said reaching up and running his hand along her calf to steady her.
She started down the ladder, but stopped when she felt his hand on her. Forget his hand... it was in his eyes. Pure lust. The kind one only read about. He was coiled so tight, so near the edge... What would it take to push him over it?
"Thank you... " she came down a few rungs, letting her leg graze down his chest and leaving it resting against his lower abdomen. "If I were to slip, we might accidentally fall into a heap together. I wonder what these stacks have seen over the years." Her gaze dropped to his mouth. One kiss... one story, was it too much to ask?
"Indeed..." Giles replied with a throaty chafe to his voice as he reflexively pressed his body into her leg and smoothed his hands around to the front of her thighs to support her weight as she stepped down lower. When her buttocks skimmed over his chest, he gripped her with sudden fervor, lifting her from the ladder and setting her down.
In one smooth motion, Giles turned her small frame so she was facing him. Capturing her gaze with a lust filled stare, he backed her up against the stacks and pressed his groin into her so she could feel what she'd done to him. Without a word, the watcher took the notebook that she'd retrieved and dropped it to the floor, never taking his eyes off her. When her chest heaved with excitement, he boldly reached behind her head to pull the hairclip free. With both hands, he pulled his fingers through her thick mane, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. "I dare say... that looks... much... more.... comfortable..." he said, his voice almost a whisper.
"Indeed." A kiss? Oh he was going to give her more than that. If the bulky feel of him pressing against her stomach was anything to go by, he was going to give her plenty.
She caught the loosened ends his tie and wrapped them around her fists, forcing him to come closer an inch at a time. When she could feel his breath, she let one end go and pulled it off him, dropping it to the ground. "I've always had fantasies about these stacks," she admitted, her gaze dropping to his lips in invitation.
With a sharp intake of breath, Giles lowered his head and closed his eyes. When he touched his lips to hers, a wave of heat radiated out from his throbbing libido and raged through his body, charging him with unquenchable desire. Pulling her closer, carnal instinct engulfed the habitually sagacious watcher and he ground against her, opening his mouth hungrily against hers as he kissed her.
"Your scent... it's... intoxicating..." he managed to offer as if it were an explanation for his gregarious behavior. He inhaled deeply before trailing his kisses down the delicate slope of her neck as his hands followed his decent over the curve of her waist and hips. "You are so lovely... I – I can't seem to help myself..."
His desperate touches sent desire spiraling through her own body. As if what his hands were doing wasn't enough, his words gave her an altogether different thrill. No one had called her bewitching before, they didn't see past her position and demure demeanor. "Then don't... don't try to stop," she whispered against his mouth, sliding her hands down his back and arching her body into his. "I was reading about the famous Succubus Shalimar. It made me rather.... warm." Her hand slipped between them. Eyes locked with his, she whispered, "the things she did to men...quite shocking."
"Yes..." he answered through breathless kisses that wet the nape of her neck before he fervently attacked her collar bone. "...the Succubuses.... erm... Succubi..." he struggled to recall the proper pronunciation for the plural of the demonic species she had mentioned before finally deciding it didn't matter. "...they... are rather... erotic creatures now aren't they?"
One hand found its way under her skirt, massaging the firm muscle just beneath the fringe of her panties, while he brought his other hand up to work her buttons free. Frustrated by his own clumsiness, Giles finally tore at her blouse, marveling at the surprisingly sexy black bra that had been so well hidden beneath conservative clothing. A throaty moan escaped as he lifted her up so he could bury his face in her chest. Pushing her against the stacks, he scraped his teeth over her lace covered nipples and he was rewarded by a sensual moan.
Somehow Giles managed to remove her bra so he could taste her hot flesh, letting his tongue mark every curve as she undulated against him. Supporting her weight, Giles managed to slide his hands around until he could dip his fingers under the elastic of her panties. Her wet heat sent him over the edge and he thrust his groin against her taut abdomen with mindless abandon.
"I..." he moaned the words into her mouth as he captured her in kisses once again, "...seem to be..." he ground against her, "...rather overdressed..."
His desire filled her with a sense of power she'd never had before. This was what they all talked about... she liked it. And she moved against him in a way that showed him how much she liked it. "It's by... by design," she panted lightly and threw her head back when sheer pleasure shot through her body. "Succubi torture their men with thoughts of sex until... aaah," a moan escaped her. She wrapped a leg around his and arched harder. "... until he thinks he'll go mad without her. She wants him at his ... most potent moment. Are you sure you're ready for the clothes to come off," she tugged at his shirt lightly.
"Oh... yes..." he gasped in raspy halted breaths. "...the torture... is said to be exquisite..." he clenched his teeth and set his jaw as he struggled not to explode. "An orgasm induced by the succubus is so powerful..." the watcher groaned as he strained against fingers that explored the buckle of his belt. "...so powerful it can drain a man of his life force."
It had been a long time. Far too long. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Giles considered the idea that he might actually have found himself in the clutches of a succubus. It would certainly explain—thoughts melted and spun into oblivion as a dizzying wave of throbbing heat pounded through him again. Fleeting images of Fred twisted whatever train of thought he had started down, sending him back to the overwhelming primal urge to have this woman.
"Yes... clothes... much... much too many of them..." Giles frantically started pulling at his own belt, desperate for release.
She gave a throaty laugh and helped him... a little... and tortured him... a little. Kissing hot trails down his chest as he worked to shrug his shirt off, rubbing her hand over his bulging manhood even as he struggled with his belt and zipper. "Ahh... free at last..." She teased him with her tongue, but from the way he gripped her shoulders and pulled her up, she knew he was putting the torture to an end.
Her gaze locked with his. She slipped one hand around his shoulder, and held onto the book shelf with the other. The intense glint in his eyes warned her to brace herself.
With his shirt still dangling from one arm and his trousers around his ankles, Giles lifted her up and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed into the apex of her thighs. His erection pounded against her slick panties, working them aside as he writhed against her. When she arched her back, his lips found her breast and he flicked his tongue against her nipple.
And in the next thrust, he was inside her. Grunting and moaning as she tightened around him, drawing him in deeper with surprising strength for such a petite woman. Books tumbled from the shelves behind her, breaking bindings and tearing pages as he stepped out of his discarded trousers to get a better angle of penetration.
Books were being destroyed and Giles didn't care. Something was terribly wrong.
"Please..." he begged, moving his hand between their bodies so he could stimulate her. It was an automatic response for the well-mannered gentleman. Even in the throws of a fevered shag, he wanted her to share the explosive moment that was rapidly about to consume him.
Her back slammed into the books and shelves. His desire, his need fed hers until she mindlessly rocked against him, finally rasping, "yes... oh yes."
His fingers bit into her hips as he thrust into her with wild abandon so at odds with the image she'd had of him at first glance. She clawed at him, urging him on, imagining she was the succubus Shalimar, and this was her chance to keep a human body. All she had to do was make him take her one last time, make him give her all he had. "More," she whispered close to his ear, "more."
"Fred... oh Fred..." Giles grunted, his amorous cries muffled as he still suckled at her nipples, biting and nipping as she demanded more. "Yes... more..." he panted taking long, grinding thursts. In a smooth movement he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder in what seemed like an impossible position, but it allowed him even deeper access to her heated core. His thumb worked her rhythmically until he felt her muscles contract in a spasm that sent him over the top, spilling into her with a jerk – and then another... and another... until he was spent. Letting his head rock back, Giles' chest pounded as he collapsed against her.
It was several heaving breaths later before the dizzying after effect slipped away and Giles was left in the awkward position of disengaging himself from this woman. "I – erm..." he uttered weakly as he stepped back into his trousers and pulled them on.
"Were perfect," she filled in for him. She blew a strand of her hair off her face. Picking up her own articles of clothing, she started to tidy herself up. "I'm here every day but Thursday and Sunday. If there's any other reading I can bring to life for you... do let me know," she smiled over her shoulder at him.
Giles let out a relieved breath that the woman hadn't felt violated. "Thank you – Charlotte," he winced slightly, for the first time realizing he'd called her Fred in the throws of passion. Hopefully, she hadn't heard... "You're demonstration... was... most... extraordinary," he offered, managing a smile as he helped her replace the fallen books. "If you don't mind, I think I'll come back to finish my research another time. I seem to be a bit... out of sorts."
She lifted a pile of books up herself, and smiled. "And I have my work cut out for me reorganizing these. Next time, we really ought to try a table. In fact, I've been known to fantasize about the head curator's desk. Very annoying fellow, he'd be quite distressed."
With a raised brow, Giles smirked, letting out a low chuckle at the suggestion. "Indeed," he offered in a non-committal response. As randy as he felt right now, he might be inclined to take her up on her offer, but fleeting thoughts of Fred dispelled further exploration of the idea. "I'll be sure and drop him a note to make sure he is aware of the outstanding personalized attention his staff provides," he teased as he stood and gathered his notebook.
As she rose, he dropped a soft kiss on her check before turning to leave. He could feel her hot gaze on his back, but he dared not turn around. Instead, he continued on a direct path up the stairs and through the great halls of the museum. As he passed the through the history of human sciences exhibit, he was reminded of Fred, memories of his encounter fading into the recesses of his mind. By the time he made it outside, he found himself adjusting his tie, wondering how his perfect Windsor knot had gone all askew.
When he got back to his hotel room, he opened his notebook to study the research he'd done on the Cumarian Illumination and was astonished to see the pages were all but blank. He searched his memory, but could only recall looking at the manuscript for a brief time through the magnifying glass. He hadn't recorded the code embedded in the mosaic pattern – what had he been thinking?
Giles let out a sigh and scrubbed his forehead for a moment before going into the bathroom and filling the tub with hot water. As he undressed, something dropped out from the back of his pants. He turned and picked it up, staring quizzically at a black lace bra dangling from his fingertips.
(A/N: Please comment. I have no clue whether anyone reads or enjoys alternative pairings. I have a Kate/Wes up as well. Is it worth putting unpopular pairing up at all?)
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