Jenny collapses onto Rupert without bothering to disentangle herself from him. She's not sure her limbs would cooperate if she tried. They're both reeling from their latest, and highly satisfying, climaxes.

That was definitely fun.

Rupert pulls his sheets up to cover her lower back from where she haphazardly pushed them aside to straddle him as the early morning sun began to filter in through the blinds of his loft. They'd barely slept, she'd only dozed for about an hour since their last bout…their third…maybe their fourth…or maybe they'd just kept going, she'll try to figure it out after a cup of coffee.

She tried to settle again, she really had, figuring they had enough time before school to get some rest, but her curiosity got the better of her. She found herself enthralled, watching him sleep – watching the Watcher.

She'd smirked at the time.

It hadn't taken long for her to begin touching him. It started with a gentle kiss on his shoulder. He'd sighed in his sleep, head rolling toward her. She wondered if, even in sleep, he knew it was her. It spurred her on to lift herself up to reach more of him.

Where her lips went, her hands followed.

To be fair, she was only doing to him what he'd done to her a couple of hours ago. And Rupert was much more thorough.

Persistent caresses drew him into consciousness. Soon, she was returning his sleepy smile with one full of promise as she continued her ministrations of his body. Her hand drifted below the sheet to find him ready for her. He was full and heavy in her hand and his breathy gasp of her name was more effective than any aphrodisiac she's encountered.

She'd pushed the sheets down just enough to get access before sliding her leg over his hips while capturing his mouth with hers. She smiled against his lips when he returned her kiss eagerly as she blindly pressed him against her centre. She'd pushed herself back so she was sitting on top of him, delighting in the utter adoration in his eyes as they traced her form, finally landing on the corkscrew dangling from her navel.

Rupert contemplated the piece of jewellery he'd once returned to her before meeting her eyes, huffing out a chuckle. She'd kissed that expression from his face because she'd worn it, just in case, with the sole purpose of getting that reaction from him.

So, maybe she had planned to seduce him tonight.

She had definitely planned to kiss him.

So, taking him to monster trucks wasn't her best idea. She's an adult, she can admit that.

The before and after monster trucks more than made for her choice of venue.

She'd been almost giddy when she asked him out the day before yesterday. She'd spent the evening before that contemplating her wardrobe, but it felt important to pick the right dress to wear to ask him out; and she found herself standing in front of her long mirror as she held outfit after outfit in front of her, eventually choosing the mauve dress with the maroon flowers to go under her leather jacket. Just passable for school but not for monster trucks.

In hindsight, if she'd asked him out to dinner instead of monster trucks, that would've been the outfit lying on his bedroom floor rather than the maroon halter and flowy black skirt.

Jenny had planned to ask him at recess but he'd found her setting up her lab before school started. She'd flirted with him as they strolled through the corridor and down the stairs, unable to keep her hands to herself they'd settled on his lapels when he asked her what he should wear. She'd barely stopped herself from tugging his tie hard enough to pull him down to kiss him when he told her he was putting himself in her hands for the evening.

But they were in school, near the lounge and students were everywhere, Buffy was approaching and she doubted any of them would appreciate her kissing him as thoroughly as she wanted to where he stood. Besides, she didn't want an audience for their first kiss.

"That sounds like fun."

Her teasing promise as she'd sashayed away, their eyes on each other as she confirmed the time of their date.

Well, that was almost 48 hours ago and they are basking in one hell of an afterglow.

Jenny almost rethought her plan to kiss him when he had been so uncomfortable at the truck rally; she loved making him squirm but it was too much. She suspected he was hoping for a Buffy-related emergency to interrupt their evening and it was the first time he had. The realisation had caused her to mull over exactly what was happening between her and Rupert.

She wasn't sure how to feel about her reaction to that until the rally ended and tried to hide as they made their way to the parking lot. It was busy with people who were eager to find their cars. It was a school night.

And she needed time to figure out her own head before she saw him at school the next day.

And she wasn't jealous of Buffy. At all.

Jenny understands duty and what that means and refuses to let her musings make any other associations because her relationship with Rupert has nothing to do with that. At all.

Jenny likes Buffy.

Jenny thinks Buffy likes her.

Jenny has found the young slayer defers to Rupert when it comes to their relationship but is respectful and encouraging despite probably taking the opportunity to tease her male role model if his fond exasperation with Buffy is anything to go by when Jenny happens upon them. None of the kids have said anything to her but they weren't as comfortable with her as with Rupert.

Jenny had been thoughtful and distracted as they were pushed together and apart by the moving crowd before he'd caught her wrist. His fingers curled around her wrist to pull her to him. Then they were shoulder to shoulder, height difference be damned, and his fingers were lacing with her own until they found her car without either of them saying a word.

She'd flipped on the radio, to a station she knew he would hate because she wanted a reaction from him. He didn't disappoint, pulling from her thoughts because she just had to tell him he was wrong. By the time she was pulling up outside his apartment, they were bickering as usual.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?"

Wine in hand, he'd shown her the little library in his apartment when the Forster book caught her attention. He'd caught her looking at it and plucked it from the shelf. It's in her bag for her to read.

She wants him to read it to her.

She'd left her wine on the coffee table when he insisted it was okay for her to borrow what was obviously a first edition. He'd been ruminating on the story, rambling to fill the silence because he was nervous, and it hit her. He had no idea the effect he had on her.

She was stupidly attracted to him. She asked him out first.

Because he walked her to class. Because he flustered so easily. Because he sat through monster trucks and still asked her in for a drink. Because of the dedication and quiet strength she witnessed in the few months they've known each other. All of the above.

She'd kissed him.

She had known for a while that Rupert would be different from past lovers; from the moment they met, little clues punctuated their encounters. Her first clue was their moment in her class when she could only listen as he explained why he didn't like computers. She hadn't known what to expect when she asked him the question, but it wasn't that. She had never known anyone who put that much thought into anything.

She liked the way he spoke, his sure tone, his reasoning. There was something about the way he described things and from that moment she wanted to know what he thought about…everything.

Then there's the spot on his bicep, that her hands snake around whenever he offers her his arm, which she is getting possessive of. That is her spot.

And now she knows what it's like to feel worshipped. She's heard him whisper her name with such reverence, that she doubts she'll never not get turned on when he says her name in the future.

She's had flings and experiences, meaningless and fun. Nothing like this.

She could easily lose herself in this relationship. Or find herself.

His fingers weave through in her hair, tucking the now unruly tresses behind her ear. Turning her head, she puts her chin on his chest.

"Talk to me." She needs to hear his voice because they've had a great night. A night. One. Single. Fucking. Night.

"I find myself quite speechless, actually."

"That's a first."

Their laughter is loud and startles the peace of the morning. She lands a quick kiss as Rupert sits up, lifting her with him as he slips from her. She sits on his lap as he gathers the sheets around their waists in a sort of nest. Her arms wrap loosely around his neck as they regard each other in the rising light.

"Any regrets?" She doesn't want to break this spell over them but she needs to know now.

"One," he tells her. She tries to stop herself from shrinking away from him. He tips her chin to make her look at him. "That this is a school day and, unfortunately, we can't spend it in bed."

She smacks his chest. Rupert grips her wrist, holding her in place as he ducks to kiss her deeply.

It's a kiss full of promise and something else she refuses to identify.

Only. One. Fucking. Night. She reminds herself instead.

And she needs to go home and get ready for work. She pulls back, determined to put some space between them so they actually make it to work today. She's so screwed if the understanding, bashful look he gives her is any indication.

She drags the sheet with her, wrapping it around herself as she climbs off of Rupert and the bed. Standing, she turns to look at him in all of his glory and beams when he blushes under her gaze. This man…she can't help it, she really can't.

"Your office has a lock on it, right?"