Rupert heads towards the grocery store after work. His mind drifts as he navigates his car through the afternoon traffic on automatic pilot. His thoughts had been replaying this morning's encounter for most of the day, distracting him at the most inopportune times.

They had kissed. Sweet, chaste, it left them blushing and trying to pull away before anyone called them out for unprofessional behaviour. Instead of quenching his want for her, he knew she wanted him.

Luckily, Buffy and her friends had been too distracted by their own back and forth to notice his lack of input or direction.

They'd been practically giddy when he ordered them out of the library at quarter to four this afternoon. Citing he had errands to run before he met Buffy at the hospital later that evening. Rupert hadn't seen them move that quickly before unless they were fleeing Snyder when he was on one of his warpaths.

Parking, he locks his car and heads into the store. He gets the essentials; bread, milk, a couple of apples before heading to the wine selection. He's struck again by the plans he made with Jenny for tomorrow. Like him, she likes red. He chooses a bottle of the wine they shared a few weeks ago after parent-teacher night, adding it to his basket.

He's sorting through the delivery of textbooks for the new English teacher when Jenny breezes through the library door. He looks up from the list as she pauses a few steps in and glances around the empty table and deeper into the stacks. They're alone but he finds it amusing that she needs to check. He's fairly certain a couple of the herding students noticed their far-too-brief kiss this morning as they entered through the doors by her classroom as the second bell rang.

After a minute, Jenny decides it's fine to just approach him at the desk. "Hey, have you got a minute?"

"Of course," he assures and places the lid back on the crate of books that were delivered. He watches her walk around the desk and hover on the threshold of his office expectantly. He glances back at the main doors to make sure there's no impending interruption before joining her.

Jenny gestures for him to go ahead of her. His brow wrinkles at her odd behaviour. He walks a few steps inside before turning to face her. She closes the door behind her, falling against it gently. Her fingers flick the lock as their eyes meet. Oh.

They both move to close the distance between them. She fits into his arms as their lips meet. Gently at first before deepening. Then her hands snake between them to toy with his collar, tugging at the knot of his tie. He pulls her closer, his hand pushing the small of her back.

Any bashfulness following their earlier kiss doesn't exist in this kiss. This kiss is full of promise of what's to come.

Jenny abandons his tie to curl around his shirt, pulling him with her as she walks backwards towards his desk. She breaks their kiss with a bright smile before hopping up on to edge of his desk. Her grip on his shirt is pointless because he's moving to take advantage of stepping between her legs, her delighted smile more than a reward.

He reaches around her to the toggle of the window blind, closing the slates for the sake of curious students or if Snyder decides to look for either one of them. He has no desire to discover whether that man has voyeuristic tendencies or not.

Their lips meet again before he starts pressing kisses to her jaw and her neck. She gasps, angling her head to grant him better access.

Jenny's hands find the back of his head, her fingers carding through his hair to encourage him closer. His lips find her collarbone, peeking out from her white top. He wants to do more, explore every inch of her with his mouth and fingers, but this isn't the time or place to attempt that. He doubts they have more than a few minutes of peace to hide from the rest of the school.

Jenny seems to sense that as well as she lifts her chin to press her lips against his, a sense of finality to this. At least for the moment.

"I'm not opposed to a quicky, but I actually came to talk to you," she smiles up at him. She sits back slightly, yet her hands remain on him. "Guess you won't be the only one squirming tomorrow."

"I hope not," Rupert replies. "And I agree, I'd rather take our time first than a quick fumble in my office."

"Then, we'll save the quicky for another day. How are you fixed for Monday?"

He can feel his face flush as images of her writhing on his desk while he's sitting on his chair. Her skirt pushed around her hips with his head in her lap, his mouth and fingers working her to climax. Her nails digging into his neck as she holds him to her. However, he wants nothing about their first time to be quick.

"God, I want to know what's going on in that mind of yours," Jenny chuckles lightly, bringing his attention back to her. She bites her lip, her eyes heavy with desire, an alluring smile on her lips.

"You'll find out tomorrow," he promises clearing his throat. Her eyebrow rises but he cuts off whatever she has to say by capturing her lips again, catching her off guard with his insistence. She returns the kiss hungrily, her nails scraping lightly against his neck to hold him to her.

When they pull back, they're breathless as their foreheads rest against one another. "Kind of wondering why we're waiting till tomorrow," she murmurs.

"I would agree with you except you have to be here at nine tomorrow morning." That doesn't even consider his plans to meet Buffy at the hospital this evening. There's not enough time to sate his need for her in one night. "You can't play hooky for an additional day of class you've organised."

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Yes?"

"I should finish with Xander and Cordelia at about one o'clock tomorrow, so I can be at yours by half past if that's good with you."

"I'll be at home," he promises.

"Good," she purrs pulling him back to her.

When they exit his office a few minutes later, they find Buffy and Xander sitting at the library table. Jenny pauses, her hand still linked with his behind her. He exhales as he takes in their postures, Xander trying to look as innocent as possible while avoiding eye contact, whereas Buffy will not directly look at them. Rupert wonders aloud how long they've been here.

"Well, I'd just like to say that I'll be speaking to you on Buff's behalf because she can't right now, and please know I am saying this as cordially as I can because my future Saturday's freedom depends on it," Xander prefaces. "We'd like you to know that your office isn't as soundproof as you think it is."

There's a deadlocked silence as the realisation dawns on the faculty members. Rupert is saved from trying to form a response by the bell ringing to signal the start of the next period.

"Oh, god," Jenny breathes out. "You know I wouldn't leave you to deal with this alone if I didn't have to get to my next class," she apologises.

"It's fine, I'm sure Xander and Buffy will be discrete," Rupert assures her, pointedly looking at the children for confirmation. They both nod vigorously.

"Oh, we're not telling anyone or ever discussing this, ever! I'd rather erase this from my brain if I could," Buffy squeaks, almost pleading.

"I'll, uh, I'll talk to you later," Jenny promises, squeezing his hand reassuringly, waiting for his nod before turning to walk out of the library.

He turns back to the children to find Buffy digging into her bag. She holds a tissue out to him without saying a word. He frowns at her, causing her to shake it at him insistently, still without uttering an explanation. Rupert glances at Xander.

"Allow me to translate," Xander starts. "Buffy would like you to know that Miss Calendar's lipstick doesn't look as good smudged on you as it does on Miss Calendar."

His encounter with the children had done little to damper his mood for the rest of the day. He'd seen Jenny between classes in the faculty room as she made herself a coffee. She'd met his eyes with a quirk of her lips as he recounted that Xander had promptly returned to form after she left the library. Her embarrassment lifted.

Walking back through the store towards the checkout, he pauses at the entrance of the health product aisle. He finds himself in front of the contraception section, selecting a pack and placing it in his basket.

Queuing for the checkout, he turns at the tap on his shoulder to find Jenny behind him.

"Fancy meeting you here, England," she greets moving into his personal space.

"Hello." He gives her a once over, smiling happily.

"Supplies for the weekend?" She bows her head to check his basket.

"Oh." Oh. "Well, yes."

"Great minds think alike." Rupert looks into her basket to find another packet of condoms amongst her selection of items. He meets her gaze, tender and happy. "Got any plans this evening?"

"I have to meet Buffy at half eight," he reluctantly admits, wishing his evening was free to invite her over.

"That's four hours away," she ponders. "You could always hang out at mine till then, grab a bite to eat. You could tell me what you were thinking about earlier if you want to follow me home."

An hour later she has her head thrown back, eyes rolling back into her skull. One leg is propped on the back of her sofa, the other over his shoulder as his tongue flutters over her clit.