__A New Man as Well__
By Freerose
GILES
I put my arms around his waist, there bieng really no other
comfortable choice.
"Rupert!"
"I have to put my hands somwhere." I snap. Once again, I slide my
arms around Wesley's slim waist. Wesley mutters something extremely
rude and starts the engine.
Of course ,Wesley looks both ways before pulling out into the street.
If Buffy could see me now, riding pillion on Wesley's motorbike and
wearing a damn pink helmet, she would lose what little respect she
ever had for her Watcher.
*On the other hand, this is rather nice.*
Wesley feels-almost-It feels good to be wrapped around him. That
suprisingly hard body, so well proportioned. He doesn't know, you
can tell that instantly. He doesn't think he's handsome at all. Poor
lad. Someone should tell him.
Not me. He might take it the wrong way. He is, after all, probably 20
years my junior. I know I would be uncomfortable if some old man
told me he thought I was cute.
*I'm practically humping him. We're already uncomfortable.*
The bike is warm and hums underneath my legs. Of their own accord,
my hands have moved down a few inches.
"GILES! Stop that, it's not funny!"Wesley whines.
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WESLEY
"Giles ! Stop that, it's not funny!"
I say in my best "affronted prig voice." Of course, I don't really
want him to stop. Why on earth would I want that? I haven't always
felt this way for Rupert Giles. In fact, when I first met him, I
couldn't stand him, was a little afraid of him, and not attracted to
him at all. But things change, people change. For instance, he's
sitting behind me, with certain parts of his anatomy pressing up
against certain parts of my anatomy. I feel warmer, and my heartrate
is accelerating.
*Oh God, Oh God.*
This feels so good. And so wrong as well. Why can't I ever be
attracted to someone I can have? Too young, , involved with someone
else, too old. Too old. He's too old for me. 20-25 years? Perhaps
15? I've never actually asked how old he is. How horribly inconsiderate
of me.
*Is that a stake in your pocket?*
He's so strong. Not "Angel" strong , but for a man of his age and
occupation-Wow. He could pin me quite easily. Not that he would. Or
would he? Rupert is a hard man to figure out. Ripper or Giles? I've
heard about "The Ripper". I'm not sure which I would prefer. I
think, Giles. With all that experiance, he must know so many things
I don't. I want that. I want someone who can show me how to
do-things-without making me feel stupid.
*Oh, I want you Giles! I want you now! *
*Mind the road, Wes, Mind the road!*
Before I can stop the bike, we sail off the road, vault over a
fence and land in a cow pasture. I fly off the bike and end up sprawled on
my back, staring dazedly up at the sky, with little blue birds
floating around my head.
"BUGGER!"Rupert shouts from the pile of manure where he has found
himself.
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