Fic: RR&R Book III (6b/?) NC17 see header for pairings

Chapter 6- Concluded

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Giles looked up from the passage he was reading as the silhouette of his lover flitted across his peripheral vision. Even as the loathsome description of a Stroms-Enton demon’s flesh-putrefying mucous continued to process through his mind, a small smile appeared on his face. For several moments he simply watched as Joyce wander about the room, seemingly ill-at-ease.

He closed the tome in his lap and set it aside. Rising to his feet, he approached Joyce from behind and wrapped his arms about her torso, gently hugging her to his chest. “What is it, Joyce?”

“Hmm?” she hummed, her body relaxing against his. “What’s what?”

“You seem troubled,” he answered with quiet concern. “...distracted.”

“Oh...” she said with a sigh. “It’s nothing really, just...”

Giles kissed the crown of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. “Just what?” he prodded gently.

“Oh, it’s just me being silly,” she answered dismissively.

“Hmm,” Giles murmured. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with Dawn being off on holiday somewhere, would it?”

Joyce spun around in his arms and looked up sharply at him. “How...?”

Giles smiled indulgently. “Your acquiescence to his idea of taking her on a birthday trip did seem somewhat strained,” he answered.

“I guess it just really sunk in...” she said softly, her eyes dropping to where her hands were toying with the placket of his shirt. “It was one thing when they were just, you know, dating... even living together, they had separate rooms. Now, they’re...”

“Shagging like rabbits?” Giles filled in when she trailed off.

“Rupert!” she exclaimed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Giles laughed at the shock on her face. “Sorry,” he said with not much sincerity.

Her face broke into a smile even though she was clearly struggling to maintain a look of annoyance.

“Come now, Joyce. You well knew that this was inevitable.” Giles chided gently. “I must say, I am rather amazed that the boy waited this long. Clearly Dawn wasn’t holding him back, and he even had your- and Buffy's- tacit approval...”

“It just feels like I’ve lost my little girl,” Joyce said in a voice that sounded only slightly melancholy.

He lifted one hand from the small of her back to caress her cheek as he consoled her. “Perhaps you have, my love. If so, though, she’s been replaced by a remarkable young woman... one well suited to carry the Summers name.”

At her questioning glance, he explained, “She is strong-willed, brave, independent, and tenacious; just like her sister, and just like her mother.”

A warm smile grew on her lips, and then she turned her head to place a kiss on his palm. “Is that really how you see us?” she asked in a purr.

“In part,” he amended. “You share many qualities, and yet you three are very different people.” Pulling her tightly to him, his voice dropped and he said, “I love each of you in your own way.”

Joyce’s voice lowered as well as she asked, “And how is that, exactly?”

‘Oh my!’ Giles thought as he looked into her half lidded gaze. ‘I do get quite lost in you eyes...’

“Well,” he began, while his hand moved slowly down her back, rubbing firmly just above the cleft of her buttocks. “Dawn, of course, as one loves a daughter...”

“Mmhm,” Joyce responded.

He smiled at the warmth of her hands now flat against and moving across his chest. “Yes, well; Buffy... both that, and as a teacher loves an exceptionally talented student.” His hands roamed down onto the graceful swell of her bottom, and his own arousal was becoming acute.

Her hands followed a trail over his shoulders and up his neck. His scalp tingled as her fingers wove themselves into his hair. Then he felt his head being drawn toward hers, even as her mouth moved forwards. “Student... mmhmm?” her whisper drew his eyes to her mouth just as she licked her lips.

“And you... a friend, a lover...” his breathing deepened as his body flushed with arousal and desire. Her lips just brushed across his own as a last descriptive fluttered out, “...a mate.”

‘Mmm, soft...’ Giles thought contentedly as he and Joyce kissed for long minutes. ‘A good snogging is definitely underrated.’

As always he felt a tiny pang of loss when she pulled away from his lips. “My man,” she whispered huskily as her eyelids fluttered open.

“My dear,” Giles own voice was reedy with emotion.

“What are you thinking right now?” Joyce asked. The smile on her face indicated to him that she knew quite well what the answer was.

“I was thinking about your earlier question,” he said with an answering smile. “It occurs to me that a comprehensive answer would necessarily include a, shall we say... non-verbal component?”

A confused look crossed Joyce’s features for a moment, and then her smile returned even larger. “Non-verbal... really?” she asked coquettishly, belying the movement of her hands down his torso toward his beltline.

“Oh yes,” he grunted as her hands lightly petted the growing bulge in his trousers.

“Would that be like a...” she paused to grasp his cock, and then gave it a squeeze for emphasis as she finished her thought. “... a *physical* demonstration?”

“Most definitely!” he groaned out loud. Taking her hand from his crotch, Giles began to pull her toward the stairs.

“What’s wrong with right here?” she asked, pulling back slightly and gesturing toward the couch with her free hand.

He looked at her with a devious smile, answering, “Nothing at all- for a quickie. However, I’m planning to take my time, and the bed is much more comfortable.

He felt his trousers become even more confining when she licked her lips and huskily replied, “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

Giles quickly led her up the stairs to their loft bedroom, thinking, ‘Rupert, old man, you are without a doubt the luckiest man in the world!’

Once at the edge of the bed, he took another long moment to kiss his lover. This time he allowed his hands to roam under her shirt and up over the bare skin hidden there. Soft, supple skin played against the tips of his fingers, proving the value of her strict daily regimen of moisturizing. ‘Skin like an eighteen year-old girl...’ he marveled, as he did every time he touched her.

He pulled back from the kiss, quickly lifting her shirt up over her head and burying his face in the valley of her cleavage. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his lover’s flesh, and kissing the exposed tops of her breasts reverently. He managed to hold her shirt-tangled arms above her head with one hand, while at the same time he deftly unhooked her bra with the other.

“Oh God! Rupert!” Joyce cried softly, clearly aroused by the improvised restraint.

“Love you Joyce!” he mumbled as he nuzzled her bra out of the way and sucked one erect nipple into his mouth, nursing like a hungry baby.

Joyce’s soft sigh of pleasure filled his ears, causing him to smile around his mouth-full. The sigh was punctuated with a gasp as he gave a quick bite to the swollen nub before releasing it and straightening upright.

“Oh dear, I’m in trouble aren’t I?” she asked breathily as he gave her a wicked smile.

“Most definitely!” Giles rumbled as he stripped off her shirt and bra. With one hand around her back to support her, he stepped forward, using his body to push her back onto the bed. He then picked up her legs and swung them onto the bed before straddling her semi-nude body.

He bent down and gave her a brief, intense kiss, ending with a soft bite of her lower lip, eliciting a loud whimper. He braced himself with one arm while using his free hand to grasp her wrist and move her hand up to the bars of his headboard. “Hold on,” he instructed simply. He switched hands and repeated the act with her other arm, saying “Hold on, and do not let go; understood?”

Her eyes were glazed with lust and she bit her lip before nodding silently.

“Good girl,” he said with a grin.

He moved down her body, stopping to undo her pants and slide both pants and panties down her long legs and off of her. He climbed off of the bed and stood at the foot, his eyes roving her curves hungrily. He licked his lips and shook his head slightly as he whispered, “Good lord, Joyce. You are so very beautiful!”

The only response out of her panting mouth was a breathy whimper. Her arms jerked a little as she pulled at the headboard.

Another brief headshake at the awesome sight before him, and Giles began to slowly disrobe. He watched with increasing desire as her eyes followed the path of his skin being revealed. ‘Dear God, when you look at me like that!’ he thought in wonder. ‘However it was that I came to be so blessed, I shall be eternally thankful for it!’

Once completely naked, Giles again crawled on top of her, catching her mouth in another fierce kiss.

After leaving her breathless, he began to explore the familiar territory of her body with his mouth- kissing, sucking and nipping her soft skin- her earlobe, the nape of her neck, the soft fold at the apex of her inner arm, the undersides of her breasts, down her rounded belly...

“Rupert! Oh please, please Rupert!” Joyce chanted airily as he moved closer and closer to her sex.

As he nipped the underside of her stomach, Giles inhaled deeply through his nose. His lips smacked as he crooned, “Utterly delectable!”

“Yes! Oh thank God!” she squealed as he licked up the wetness between her swollen labia. He nuzzled the surrounding fur, inhaling her intoxicating scent, as he continued with long, slow licks.

After a couple minutes of laving, Giles slid two fingers inside his lover, moving his mouth up to capture her clitoris, prompting a strangled shout of pleasure. He bobbed his head slightly, sucking strongly as he emulated fellatio on a miniature scale. With his fingers pulled down the clitoral hood so that he could suck her as deeply as possible. With his other hand he massaged the top of her slick channel as he moved in and out of her, driving her to heights of pleasure.

When her cries became fractured, “OhGod, donstop, donstop!” he knew she was nearly at the peak. Instead of pushing her over, though, he slowed dramatically.

“No! Oh Rupert, no! Don’t stop, more! More!” she cried as he kept up just enough to keep her right at the edge of release.

He ignored her cries, continuing to slow until her whole body was vibrating with suppressed ecstasy. When she was reduced to a nearly continuous wail of frustration, he quickly pulled away from her and moved up toward the head of the bed. He sank his erection into her in one swift plunge, and began pumping in and out of her fast and hard.

Her wail immediately turned into a scream and he felt her vagina clamping around him like a vice. Long moments later, his breathing turned erratic and sweat was dripping from his brow. She was still cumming, though her screams had turned into hoarse cries. He matched her cries with a grunted bellow of his own, “God, Joooyyyce!” as he released into her powerfully.

He collapsed onto her, gasping for air- his whole body tingling with pleasure.

Her closed eyes were leaking tears, and she repeatedly cried his name in a soft whisper as little tremors ran through her body every few seconds.

After a long moment to recover his strength a bit, Giles managed to roll them both over so that he was on his back with her draped on his chest- utterly spent.

Her whispered cries trailed off and after a moment it became apparent that she’d fallen asleep.

‘Job bloody well done, old man!’ he congratulated himself before he too slipped into slumber.

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‘I should just leave...’ Faith thought as she stared at the door. She’d been standing in the front yard of her lover’s house; leaning against a tree trunk as she contemplated her course of action. ‘They said to come back, though. They care about me...’

‘You know better than that. No one cares about you, Faith; because you aren’t worth it!’ rebutted the voice of darkness in her heart.

‘They spent all week takin’ care of me, nursing me back to health...’ she argued. ‘People don’t do that kinda stuff unless they have some feelings for you... ‘sides, they told me so.”

‘Lies. They pity you; that’s all,’ the voice derided. ‘You’re like a bird with a broken wing that they found lying on the ground and felt sorry for...’

‘I would have healed without them, they knew that. They could have dumped me in my apartment and I would have been safe,’ she thought, feeling deep gratitude warming her heart. ‘They made a choice to take me back to their house...’

‘Oh please- get over yourself. You’re a sex toy that got broke, and so they fixed you up. They didn’t want to lose their favorite ride. Don’t confuse it for more than it is!’

‘That’s not true...!’ she started.

Blinking back her tears, Faith could feel the choice, laid out before her like a fork in the road. One way led to vulnerability, danger, and uncertainty; the other was familiar, safe... and alone.

‘Suck it up, Faith!’ the voice interrupted. ‘Get some, get gone; remember? You really gonna go crawling back in there like some pathetic, whipped puppy- begging to be petted? Begging for any tiny scrap of affection you can get?’

Straightening her shoulders and standing up straight, Faith wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered, “You’re damn right I am!’

She quickly walked up the steps to the door and knocked. Disregarding the rush of fear that prickled up the skin of her back, she tried the doorknob. “Hey? Alex, Beth?” she called out in a cracking voice as she stepped into the foyer.

‘Please oh please, don’t have changed you minds...’ she thought, trying to ignore the twisting in her gut.

“Faithy!” the sound of Beth’s soft cry was immediately followed by her lithe body wrapping around Faith’s own. “We were afraid that you weren’t going to come back!” Beth said in a tone that was at once both worried and relieved.

Any reply Faith might have made was smothered in a deep, searching kiss. Her body shivered and her knees felt weak as cool reassurance flowed through her.

“I was, uh, scared you didn’t really want me back,” Faith whispered in a chagrined voice. ‘Jeeze, did I just say that?’ she wondered, shocked at her own honesty.

“Such a stupid girl!” Alex chided her with a teasing grin.

“Hey umph!” Faith’s retort was stifled as Alex took a turn kissing her ardently.

She panted for air once he let go of her mouth.

“But, you’ll learn,” he said with a warmer, more genuine smile.

Lust had almost entirely replaced Faith’s earlier fear. ‘God, is there anything fricken hotter than these two?’ she thought hungrily. Her voice was deep and husky as she responded, “Oh yeah? You think you’re gonna teach me?”

“You’re damn right!” Beth growled, grabbing Faith’s hand and pulling her towards the bedroom with Alex following right behind.

‘Take that, bitch!’ Faith sent a mental middle-finger salute to the voice of her insecurities.

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‘Holy crap!’ Faith shouted in her mind as the intensity of the encounter inundated her. Her body was sandwiched between her lovers; Alex’s muscular body beneath her, thrusting up into her slippery core as he kissed her breathless, and draped over her back was Beth, driving her to distraction with soft whispers and nibbles on her ears and neck- in complete contrast to the violent snapping of her hips, driving her strap-on dildo deep into Faith’s tight ass.

‘Un-freaking-believable! God, never felt... nothing like this...’ her mind was whirling in circles. She felt completely immersed in the experience, and the bodies of her lovers. She couldn’t do anything but feel; she couldn’t even react to the movements of her lovers- their opposite rhythms, multitudinous caresses, and oral assaults had reduced her to a passive state. She absorbed feeling and sensation at such an amazing pace that even she- jaded sexual creature that she always imagined herself to be- was completely overwhelmed.

“You’re ours, Faith!” Beth’s voice was a harsh, rasping whisper in Faith’s ear. The words pounded into her mind over and over, just as the lithe beauty was physically pounding into her body. “And we’re yours! We’re going to prove that to you again and again until you can’t deny it!’

Even if Faith’s mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, she couldn’t have denied anything at that moment. Orgasms washed through her body back to back until the end of one was indistinguishable from the start of another. In her dizzying state, she could no longer perceive where her body stopped and those of her lovers began. It was as though they were no longer three different beings, but rather one madly formed organism.

In the last vestiges of her conscious mind, a dimly remembered quote from her once-upon-a-time in catholic school repeated over and over; “And they became one flesh...”

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Ok, it’s been three hectic months. I’m still in the midst of moving- I’m fixing up my ‘fixer uper’ in hopes of actually moving in in the next week or two.

Nevertheless, I told you guys I was still working on this beast, and I meant it. Just slowly. Very slowly.

Can’t tell when the next will be out, but I’m still plugging away at it bit by bit.

So, if it’s not too much bother, how about a smidge of FB?

(if it sounds like I’m pleading, well, then it sounds about right.)

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