Giles groaned loudly when Fred repositioned herself on him. He was going so deep but he wanted to go deeper, even though he was hitting her hilt with each thrust. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her but before he could, Fred's lips were on his and her tongue was in his mouth.
When they broke apart, Giles tightly grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into them. He knew he wasn't going last much longer. And when he felt Fred start to come, Giles could no longer hold back. He thrust inside his wife once again and shuddered as he spilled his seed into her.
Giles panted and tried to catch his breath as he held Fred close to him. He didn't want to slip out of her just yet and break the special connection they were sharing. When he was finally able to move, Giles nuzzled Fred's hair and smirked. He ran his hand back to her arse and gave it a light slap.
"You have a potty mouth, Fred," he murmured. "Do I have to wash your mouth out with soap?"
Fred jumped a bit when Rupert swatted her bottom, sending a ripple through her and causing her to squeeze around his cock slightly. Sitting up, she gazed at him, actually feeling a bit more turned on by what he had just done. She suddenly felt like playing with him a bit, suddenly not caring if they were going to be late back to work or not.
"Well, I don't know about soap because that really doesn't taste nice, especially if you want to kiss me later, plus it's made with lye, and lye can be pretty caustic." She wriggled a little bit on top of him, a groan catching in her throat when she felt him throb inside her. "But I probably should be disciplined for saying such a bad word to my husband
( ... )
Giles smirked when Fred jumped from having her bottom swatted. He would have to remember to do it more often. He was about to open his mouth and suggest they go home early when Fred started to talk about soap. Giles wanted to tell that he'd spent a great deal of his school career with soap in his mouth and that it wouldn't bother him but then Fred had to wriggle on him and he lost all train of thought
( ... )
Fred could have sworn she stopped breathing when Rupert commanded her to put the shirt down on the floor and take all her clothes off. She felt herself throbbing as well, especially when he gave her that stern look after he told her to bend over the table.
Swallowing, she leaned down and put the shirt on the floor. Then she straightened up and reached behind her to undo her bra, peeling it off of her and dropping it with the shirt. This was even more intense than when she had stripped off her clothes for him out by the stream a few days before. She could almost feel his eyes on her. Turning around, she reached back to unzip her skirt and, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of it and her panties, pushed them both down to the floor, leaning over to step out of them. She left her shoes on, however.
Once she was nude, she looked over her shoulder at her husband before walking over to the table and leaning over it, grasping the edge. "I'm ready for my punishment," she said, her voice catching, causing the words to come out a bit
Giles was relieved when Fred said he hadn't hurt her. In his younger years, he'd met quite a few girls who were into the real kind of bondage, and he had done it a few times. He remembered the power behind it but he also remembered the pain he'd inflicted. He didn't want to do the same to his wife
( ... )
Taking her clothes from her husband, Fred started to get dressed. She looked up as she stepped into her panties and skirt and pulled them up, nodding at her husband's comment. "I wasn't hungry earlier, but I definitely am now," she agreed. And she was also a little sore given their quite intense love making. A bath, some food and some rest sounded really good
( ... )
Giles grinned when Fred suggested the room by the master bedroom. It was a nice room, with a view of the back garden. He could picture them, sitting in the rocking chair, with their child while looking out the window. The image was quite nice. "I can't wait for you be pregnant," he said, squeezing her close to him. "You're going to be quite adorable with a pregnant belly
( ... )
Fred blushed a little at Rupert thinking that she was going to be adorable when she was pregnant. "I hope you still think so when I actually am," she told him, leaning against his arm as they walked. The idea of being pregnant with his child was beginning to excite her more and more, and she hoped that once the birth control pills cleared her system, they'd be able to conceive quickly
( ... )
While Fred was running the bathwater, Giles took off his tie, shoes, socks and jacket. His muscles were a bit sore and he grinned when Fred beckoned him to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him so Molly wouldn't disturb them. As he pulled off his shirt, he looked at Fred. "I do suppose once our child gets old enough, we'll want to move them to a different room. I don't think he or she will want to hear their parents shag all the time," he said with a cheeky grin
( ... )
Fred looked at her husband, giggling when he mentioned moving their son or daughter to a different room once they got older. "Probably a good idea," she said, pulling her blouse off and dropping it to the floor. "We can't be having sex only at lunch in our room at the Council
( ... )
Giles was glad that Fred wanted the same things for their children that he wanted. "And no nannies," he said before giving her a quick kiss. "That's another Council tradition - having overpriced nannies to watch your children, even if you're sitting in the next room." He smiled a bit though when he remembered one nanny he had as a child
( ... )
"Nannies?" Fred asked in surprise until Rupert explained that it was Council tradition. "I never would have even thought of getting a nanny. I want to be involved in our children's lives. I don't want to hand them over to someone else
( ... )
Giles stood by his wife as she spoke about Cordelia and took her hand. Fred had told him before how it was Cordelia that had led all of them to Pylea. He now wished he could proper thank her for being his wife home, even though he didn't know Fred back then
( ... )
Fred held Rupert's hand tightly, looking up at him as he spoke after Willow had shared her story. Something obviously very painful had happened, given the way she had spoken. Her husband's story, however, was interesting, considering how close she had seen Cordy and Angel become in the time she had been at Angel Investigations, how different the Cordy she had known had been. Time had very obviously changed her
( ... )
Once everyone had the chance to speak, Willow went over to the altar and mumbled a few words before snuffing out the candles. She took down the altar before looking at the rest of them. "Do you want to do something now? Like go get something to eat?" she asked. "Or, we could find a cemetery and dig up a body for fun. I'll bring the little powdered donuts."
"No thanks, Will. Last time we did that Giles and I ended up doing all the work while you and Buffy talked about whatever girls talk about," Xander said.
"They talk about us, Xander," Giles said, looking at the younger man.
"We could go shopping. I haven't been shopping for a while," Buffy suggested.
"Oh! There's a sale on shoes," Willow said.
While Buffy and Willow talked about the latest shoe fashions, Giles turned to his wife. "Is there anything you want to do, love?" he asked as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Or would you rather just go home?"
Fred chuckled softly as Buffy and Willow started talking about shoes, knowing that if Cordy had been there, she would have been involved in the conversation. Life went on. It had to
( ... )
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When they broke apart, Giles tightly grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into them. He knew he wasn't going last much longer. And when he felt Fred start to come, Giles could no longer hold back. He thrust inside his wife once again and shuddered as he spilled his seed into her.
Giles panted and tried to catch his breath as he held Fred close to him. He didn't want to slip out of her just yet and break the special connection they were sharing. When he was finally able to move, Giles nuzzled Fred's hair and smirked. He ran his hand back to her arse and gave it a light slap.
"You have a potty mouth, Fred," he murmured. "Do I have to wash your mouth out with soap?"
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"Well, I don't know about soap because that really doesn't taste nice, especially if you want to kiss me later, plus it's made with lye, and lye can be pretty caustic." She wriggled a little bit on top of him, a groan catching in her throat when she felt him throb inside her. "But I probably should be disciplined for saying such a bad word to my husband ( ... )
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Swallowing, she leaned down and put the shirt on the floor. Then she straightened up and reached behind her to undo her bra, peeling it off of her and dropping it with the shirt. This was even more intense than when she had stripped off her clothes for him out by the stream a few days before. She could almost feel his eyes on her. Turning around, she reached back to unzip her skirt and, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of it and her panties, pushed them both down to the floor, leaning over to step out of them. She left her shoes on, however.
Once she was nude, she looked over her shoulder at her husband before walking over to the table and leaning over it, grasping the edge. "I'm ready for my punishment," she said, her voice catching, causing the words to come out a bit
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"No thanks, Will. Last time we did that Giles and I ended up doing all the work while you and Buffy talked about whatever girls talk about," Xander said.
"They talk about us, Xander," Giles said, looking at the younger man.
"We could go shopping. I haven't been shopping for a while," Buffy suggested.
"Oh! There's a sale on shoes," Willow said.
While Buffy and Willow talked about the latest shoe fashions, Giles turned to his wife. "Is there anything you want to do, love?" he asked as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Or would you rather just go home?"
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