What *am* I going to get Rupert for Christmas?
Jenny was surfing the net, trying to find ideas. She hadn't been really serious when she had mentioned a leather thong, but. . .
It's not such a bad idea! I mean, I bet his tight butt would look great in a thong!
She smiled lasciviously at the mental image. Hmm.
She shook her head.
Nah. I have to get him something proper. But what?
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Two Days Later
"L-Las Vegas?" Giles stood in her living-room, looking stunned.
Jenny grinned and nodded her head. "Yup. Cool or what!" When he didn't respond she added, "You did say to surprise you with a Christmas present."
"Oh, it's a-a surprise all right."
"Go on, it'll be fun." Jenny waved two tickets in the air.
He gave her a look that said otherwise. "Jenny, however much the idea of continual noise, games machines, gaudy architecture and glaring neon lights appeals to me, I'll have to decline." At her look he added. "I just can't leave Buffy right now. It would be a dereliction of duty."
"I get that. But it's only for a weekend, just two days. Please!" She ran her hand up his arm. "A whole weekend, just me and you. We don't even have to leave the hotel suite if you like!" She gave him one of her best seductive looks, that usually had him eating out of her hand.
He gulped. "I-I. . .believe me Jenny, I wish I could, but I can't. I'm sorry."
"Fine. I'll just have to take some young stud with me then." She moved away from him and over to a table piled with papers and computer disks. "Hmm, now where's my little black book."
"Y-you wouldn't!"
She turned to face him. "No, I wouldn't." She sighed. "Damn! It'd be so much easier if I would."
He walked over to her and placed his hands on her arms, rubbing them gently. "I am sorry Jenny."
"Yeah, me too. Oh well, guess I'll have to take one of my female friends with me."
"I really am sorry Jenny. A weekend with you sounds more than wonderful. If you'd have mentioned it a little in advance. . ."
"As I've told you before, that's the whole point of a surprise Rupert, you know, that you don't actually mention it in advance. Besides, it wouldn't have made any difference would it? Something would have come up and you wouldn't be able to go."
He sighed and looked down at his feet. Lifting his head, he looked at her. "I know we don't get to spend much interrupted time together, and that I don't whisk you away on romantic weekends, but I do er, c-care about you- - -very much."
She gave him a faint smile. "I know." He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "When we are together, it's more than great."
"Yes, it is." He held her even closer. "I will make it up to you."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
She pulled back a little and gave him more of a smile. "I'm gonna hold you to that England."
"Well, I do like being held by you." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Too er, corny?"
"Oh yeah. But for some reason, I kinda like it." She leaned up and kissed him. He captured her face gently in his hands and kissed her back.
"I'm going to miss you."
"Don't." She placed her finger to his lips. "You'll make me not want to go. And these tickets are none-refundable."
He made some shooing motions at her. "Go! Be off with you! And have a wonderful time. Bring me back a, er, Las Vegas shot-glass or something equally as tacky."
She tried to give him an irritated look, but failed miserably and ended up laughing. "Okay. But remember, you did ask for one."
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Jenny was surfing the net, trying to find ideas. She hadn't been really serious when she had mentioned a leather thong, but. . .
It's not such a bad idea! I mean, I bet his tight butt would look great in a thong!
She smiled lasciviously at the mental image. Hmm.
She shook her head.
Nah. I have to get him something proper. But what?
- - -
Two Days Later
"L-Las Vegas?" Giles stood in her living-room, looking stunned.
Jenny grinned and nodded her head. "Yup. Cool or what!" When he didn't respond she added, "You did say to surprise you with a Christmas present."
"Oh, it's a-a surprise all right."
"Go on, it'll be fun." Jenny waved two tickets in the air.
He gave her a look that said otherwise. "Jenny, however much the idea of continual noise, games machines, gaudy architecture and glaring neon lights appeals to me, I'll have to decline." At her look he added. "I just can't leave Buffy right now. It would be a dereliction of duty."
"I get that. But it's only for a weekend, just two days. Please!" She ran her hand up his arm. "A whole weekend, just me and you. We don't even have to leave the hotel suite if you like!" She gave him one of her best seductive looks, that usually had him eating out of her hand.
He gulped. "I-I. . .believe me Jenny, I wish I could, but I can't. I'm sorry."
"Fine. I'll just have to take some young stud with me then." She moved away from him and over to a table piled with papers and computer disks. "Hmm, now where's my little black book."
"Y-you wouldn't!"
She turned to face him. "No, I wouldn't." She sighed. "Damn! It'd be so much easier if I would."
He walked over to her and placed his hands on her arms, rubbing them gently. "I am sorry Jenny."
"Yeah, me too. Oh well, guess I'll have to take one of my female friends with me."
"I really am sorry Jenny. A weekend with you sounds more than wonderful. If you'd have mentioned it a little in advance. . ."
"As I've told you before, that's the whole point of a surprise Rupert, you know, that you don't actually mention it in advance. Besides, it wouldn't have made any difference would it? Something would have come up and you wouldn't be able to go."
He sighed and looked down at his feet. Lifting his head, he looked at her. "I know we don't get to spend much interrupted time together, and that I don't whisk you away on romantic weekends, but I do er, c-care about you- - -very much."
She gave him a faint smile. "I know." He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "When we are together, it's more than great."
"Yes, it is." He held her even closer. "I will make it up to you."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
She pulled back a little and gave him more of a smile. "I'm gonna hold you to that England."
"Well, I do like being held by you." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Too er, corny?"
"Oh yeah. But for some reason, I kinda like it." She leaned up and kissed him. He captured her face gently in his hands and kissed her back.
"I'm going to miss you."
"Don't." She placed her finger to his lips. "You'll make me not want to go. And these tickets are none-refundable."
He made some shooing motions at her. "Go! Be off with you! And have a wonderful time. Bring me back a, er, Las Vegas shot-glass or something equally as tacky."
She tried to give him an irritated look, but failed miserably and ended up laughing. "Okay. But remember, you did ask for one."
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