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by Rupert Giles (g_watcher)
at July 31st, 2006 (11:51 pm)

current mood: loved

Continued from here

Giles raised his eyebrows as he watched Wesley. He knew the other man well enough to know when he wasn't trying to laugh. He could tell it in his eyes - they seemed to twinkle when Wesley was amused by something. "Well, I do suppose I shall think of a punishment for you. I do wonder if I brought any braces along with me," he murmured, remembering the time he'd spanked Wesley in the library using the other man's braces.

A cheeky grin covered his face as he stood and stood behind Wesley, his eyes going wide. "What's that?" he asked pointing at one of the e-mails. "Who in the bloody hell is sending me e-mails about penile pumps?!" He then rolled his eyes. "I'm going to kill Xander when I see him again."

There was a knock on the door, which meant the takeaway was there. "Print them out please," he said as he moved to the bedroom and quickly pulled on his trousers and shirt. Padding to the door, he opened it and paid for the food before bringing it over to the table. "You still have some braces, don't you?"


Posted by: Rupert Giles (g_watcher)
Posted at: August 7th, 2006 12:28 am (UTC)
Giles - Glee

Giles hoped Wesley was right. From what he'd seen of Fred, and how she'd told Knox off, he didn't want to get on her bad side. But Wesley knew her better than he did so he trusted what his lover had to say. "Perhaps in the morning we can have a quick meeting with her and see if she can maybe explain her research a bit better," he said with a small smile. "She reminds me a lot of Willow."

Taking Wesley's hand, Giles stood and nodded his head. He was still feeling a bit tired from his trip from England and thought sleeping was a good idea. "I'm feeling a bit knackered," he commented before Wesley started to kiss him. He returned it and slowly deepened it. When they parted, Giles grinned at him. "I'm going to have to start working out again just to keep up with you, love."

The two walked to the bedroom and Giles removed his clothes so all he had on were his boxers. He climbed into the bed and took his glasses off before snuggling against Wesley. "Goodnight, my love," he whispered before falling into a peaceful sleep.

Posted by: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (gfs_wesleypryce)
Posted at: August 7th, 2006 03:05 am (UTC)
Me - Smiling

"She is a bit like Willow," Wesley told Rupert with a grin. "Although more into science than magic. A meeting with her would probably be a very good idea, though. We'll go see her once we get into the office in the morning."

When they parted after their kiss, he chuckled at Rupert's comment that he'd need to start working out again. "You're more in shape than a lot of people I know, love," he told him. "Comes from working with Slayers, I would imagine. Never realized what hard work that was until I was sent to Sunnydale and tried to train Faith."

In the bedroom, he paused for a moment, appreciate the view as Rupert removed his clothes. His lover definitely had a very nice body, if he did say so himself. He knew, though, that he couldn't let his body run away with itself. They needed to get some sleep, especially Rupert, considering the day he had had. So he simply stripped off his own clothes, dumping them into his hamper, and then joined him on the bed, wrapping his arms around him.

It had been a while since he had shared a bed with anyone overnight. It felt nice, especially since it was Rupert. Closing his eyes, he smiled to himself, thinking how amazing well this day had turned out after having worried so much about it to begin with. Now, he wouldn't trade a moment of it for the world.

"Goodnight, Rupert."

Posted by: Rupert Giles (g_watcher)
Posted at: August 7th, 2006 12:02 pm (UTC)
Giles - Happy in black shirt

Giles didn't feel right in doing it. He was stepping off a Wolfram and Hart owned jet and was about to step into one of their limos. The firm was evil, something that had been imbedded in his head for as long as he could remember. But now he was practically working there. Part of him knew it was worth it though because he was able to be with Wesley, and there was a chance he could make a difference there.

Getting into the limo, he sighed as it started to move. He had finally decided to hand over his position to Peter, knowing he wanted to stay with Wesley. The board had been persistent about Giles coming to England to do it. He figured it was better that way since it meant he could pack up some of his things. But being away from Wesley for almost a week was hard.

Once his personal things were packed, they were sent to Wesley's flat in Los Angeles with help from the firm. Giles had his meeting with the board, transferred his position, and said goodbye to Buffy and the rest of them. And now the limo he was in was pulling into the parking garage at Wolfram and Hart.

He barely waited for it to stop before jumping out and going to the lift. He rode it up to Wesley's floor and hurried to his office. Not bothering with knocking he went in and smiled. "Hello, love," he said, closing the door behind him. Giles stepped forward and dropped a paper bag on Wesley's desk. "Jaffacakes and a few tins of that licorice you liked so much. I missed you."

Posted by: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (gfs_wesleypryce)
Posted at: August 8th, 2006 01:05 am (UTC)
Me - Perk

Sighing, Wesley put aside another translation and rubbed the back of his neck, sitting back. It had been just a week since Rupert had gone back to England to take care of handing over chairmanship of the Council to Peter, but it seemed so much longer. Of course, quite a lot had happened in that time - werewolves, vengeful ghosts - but mainly, it was his lover's absence was making it seem so long.

And starting to grate if the small tiff he had had in the lab over the neural-intercept grenade was anything to go by. He hadn't been in the mood to deal with Fred's over-enthusiastic git of an assistant, so he hadn't minced his words when Knox had tried to lay the blame on him for the payload not working. Luckily, Lorne had come in and broken things up, but then again, what he had to say hadn't been quite what Wesley wanted to deal with either.

He had just looked at the clock, trying to remember when Rupert was supposed to be arriving back when suddenly the door opened, and his lover walked in. A big smile crossed his face as Rupert dropped a bag in front of him.

"My three favorite things - jaffa cakes, licorice and Rupert," he said, standing up and pulling Rupert closer, not caring if anyone saw them. He had been dealing with enough taunting from Spike to even care anymore. "God, are you a sight for sore eyes, love."

Pressing closer, he gave him a long kiss, feeling himself humming happily against Rupert's lips.

"Feel good too. After dealing with werewolves, ghosts and shifted-existence vampires, I definitely needed to be able touch you again," he told him.

Posted by: Rupert Giles (g_watcher)
Posted at: August 8th, 2006 03:22 am (UTC)
Giles - Eyeroll

Giles groaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around the other man. He wanted nothing more than to knock everything off Wesley's desk and shag his senseless. Just the thought made his stir and he broke the kiss so he wouldn't be tempted to. He didn't think Wesley would want to be caught having sex on his desk.

"I missed you terribly," he whispered as he traced his fingers over Wesley's neck. He then realized what Wesley had said before they started to snog. "Werewolves? What have you been getting yourself into, love?" He stepped back and leaned against Wesley's desk and waited for the other man to tell him.

Suddenly, Wesley's door opened again and Lorne rushed in. "You two have to help me! I'm having a Halloween party and I need you to show up! It's dying out there!" the demon said.

"Oh, I don't know...I was hoping to spend some time with Wesley and--"

"Wes?" Lorne said, looking at him. "Be a friend and get your stuffy boyfriend to come to the party with you!"

Posted by: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (gfs_wesleypryce)
Posted at: August 9th, 2006 01:49 am (UTC)
Me - Is Up to Something

Moving to hitch himself on the edge of the desk besides Rupert, Wesley shook his head at his question. "Not so much what I've been getting myself into as what's been finding us. Angel was protecting a young woman named Nina, who was attacked by a werewolf. She was then targeted by one of those gourmet delicacy groups they told up about during the Watchers Academy because they wanted werewolf for this month's meal."

Wesley shook his head, realizing how ridiculous and silly what he was talking must have sounded. "Managed to save her although she'll still have to deal with the monthly transformation. Then Spike was--."

He didn't get a chance to finish, though, thanks to Lorne's rather ill-timed entrance. Sighing, he looked at his friend, wanting to tell him to just bugger off.

"Lorne, for one, my boyfriend is not stuffy, and for two, we wouldn't be any fun at your party. Rupert just got home from England, and I've been translating all day."

"All the more reason to have some fun!" Lorne insisted. "Come on, guys!"

"Lorne, we--."

But Lorne was already heading for the door. "Get your tuchises out there! And get some costumes. I can't let this party be ruined, not with the archduke attending."

With that, he left, and Wesley looked over at Rupert for a moment. "I think Lorne has a costume closet next to his office for when they film in the studio."

Posted by: Rupert Giles (g_watcher)
Posted at: August 9th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC)
Giles - Giggling uncontrol

Giles didn't want to go to some bloody party. He wanted to take his boyfriend home and shag him senseless on every surface of the flat. Turning, he looked at Wesley, hoping he could take some sense into Lorne. But the demon suggested they get costumes and he felt a smile lift on his face.

"Really? Well, lead the way then," Giles said. He followed Wesley out of his office and down to where Lorne stored his costumes. He looked through the selection and smiled when he found a purple suit, complete with a hat and cane. "I think I'll wear this one. I can be a pimp."

Giles then looked through the closet some more and found a red dress. Holding it up to Wesley, he grinned. "And you can be my, um, lady friend," he said with a grin.

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