Chains
Notes: He, he, he. I'm not telling you where the inspiration came from...
Pairing: You/Rupert of course, it just wouldn't be Anywhere But Here if it wasn't...
Rating: PG-13 No major action, just teasing really... ^_-
Author: BritGal
Distribution: ; ;
Summary: You've been captured by the Watcher's Council. Your captor has you in chains. Sounds like fun...
You awaken to find your hands and legs in shackles. You are lying in what appears to be an alcove, chained to the wall by thick, silver chains. You rub your head where you were knocked unconscious and take in your surroundings. It's morning. You are in a library full of dusty volumes and odd texts that look centuries old. It is the Watcher's Council. It has to be.
The door creaks open and a Watcher enters. A Watcher you know.
"Hello handsome," you say as Rupert Giles strides towards you. You recognise the now-greying hair and the soft thud of leather shoes on the ground before you.
"You're in trouble," he states, removing his glasses and hooking them onto his denim jacket pocket.
"I've been a very bad girl," you reply, crawling forwards as far as the restraints will let you.
"Always were..." He says, getting so close you can smell his aftershave. He crouches down, meeting your eyes. He's almost within touching distance.
"So what am I in for?" You ask, toying with your shackles and sliding forwards even further.
"You can't go beating up my Slayers without me noticing, you know..." He replies reprovingly. He looks as though he's just woken up, his shirt is untucked in places and his belt is undone.
"You know I only do it for attention..." you reply, the hope that he will dare to get closer welling up inside you.
He dares. He sits on the stone floor of the library and scoots himself closer. He touches the cold shackles and examines them carefully.
"What happened to the padded ones?" You ask, remembering your earlier days with him.
"Silence," he replies playfully. Your glance shifts to his trousers, black suede and covered in dust from the floor. Apparently he's pleased to see you again.
"So am I to be punished?" You ask, leaning forwards slightly. His grip lowers to your wrist. You recognise the rough touch of his hands and feel the cool denim of his jacket brush against your bare arm.
"Of course," he answers after an eternity. You look into his eyes, seeing the anticipation and readiness for action.
"In that case," you begin to speak as he gets onto his hands and knees. He crawls towards and then over you, forcing you to remain beneath him. You continue to speak, though your breath quickens: "I'd like to ask for the maximum penalty..."
"Oh don't worry, love," he replies, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, "that's exactly what you're getting..."