Happy Birthday (Part 2)
By Janine Ose

Title:  Happy Birthday Part 2
Author:  Janine Ose
E-mail:  user157159@aol.com
Rating:  NC-17  Buffy/Giles
Spoilers:  None
Distribution:  B/G Shippers; A Watcher's Love (Everyone else ask first please)
Disclaimer:  The usual.  All characters belong to Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, WB and Mutant Enemy.  I, unfortunately, have no claim on them.  I'm just letting them have a bit of fun.  (Something Ripper sees too little of)
Summary:  It's Buffy's birthday and Ripper comes out to play.

Buffy squealed in surprise as a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind.  "Happy birthday luv," a soft voice breathed into her ear just before a tongue snaked out to trail across her neck.

"Rupert!" she gasped.  He winked at their friends who were trying not to laugh. 

"Hope you don't mind, but I'm stealing her for a bit."  Grinning, they shook their heads, bursting into laughter at the look on her face as he hoisted her over his shoulder and took off. 

"Put me down!" she cried as he loped across the grass. 

"Nope.  It's Friday, it's your birthday and for the next two days you're all mine.  Now stop kicking."  A wicked grin crossed her face and she reached down to grab his butt.  "Hey!  Stop that."  She did it again, harder this time.  "I said stop." 

"Make me." 

He slid his hand slowly up her leg and underneath her skirt.  She gasped, then moaned softly as he slid it under her panties.  Hearing her moan he chuckled and removed his hand.  Her whimper of disappointment caused him to laugh.  "Unless you want to give everyone a show, that will have to wait for later." 

"Then put me down!" He set her down and grinned at her.  "You're in a very un-Rupert like mood today," she observed as she straightened out her clothes.  He grabbed her and kissed her hungrily. 

"That's because, one, I missed you this morning.  And two, Rupert's not here, he's taking a couple days off."  Her eyes widened and she licked her lips.  His laughter echoed around them and he turned his back to her.  "Hop on luv."  She debated a minute before hopping onto his back.  What the hell, it was her birthday after all and if Rupert wanted Ripper to play who was she to argue?  Her delighted laughter rang in the air as he took off at a steady jog towards his car, both of them oblivious to the amused grins and laughs of those that saw them.

"That was fun," she said breathlessly as she slid off his back. 

"Mmm," he replied before turning to her with a wicked gleam in his eye.  Her eyes narrowed as he pushed her against the car. 

"What are--"  Her words ended abruptly as he claimed her lips and plundered her mouth thoroughly.  They were both gasping slightly when he finally released her. 

"Can Ripper play?" he whispered softly in her ear.  She shivered slightly as his husky voice sent her pulse racing.  When he got no answer he nipped her ear lightly.  "Well, can he?" 

"Yes.  Yes, Ripper can play."  Another nip, this one on her throat. 

"Do you trust him to play safe?"  He waited with his lips pressed against her throat, holding his breath in anticipation of her answer. 

"Yes." 

He exhaled softly, his breath tickling her skin.  "I love you," he murmured before kissing her gently then letting her go. 

"I love you too."

She looked at him in surprise when they pulled up in front of his house.  A new car was parked in the driveway.  "Whose is that?" 

A grin split his face.  "Mine.  I bought it today.  You like it?" 

Nodding eagerly she jumped from his car and walked slowly towards the new one.  It was a sleek black Cherokee.  "Wow.  I mean it's way cool.  Did you just decide all of a sudden to get a new one?" 

He blushed slightly.  "Thought it was about time to give into you and your cohorts' harassment."  She ran her fingertips across it before grinning. 

"Can I drive it?" 

He groaned.  "I just got it.  I'd like to keep it in one piece for a while if you don't mind."  She pouted at him and he laughed.  "We'll see.  Now get in."  Somewhat mollified at his words she hopped in the passenger side, surprised when she saw some bags on the back seat 

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously as he started the car.  "You'll see."

An hour later he pulled up in front of a small house overlooking the beach.  "It's wonderful," she said as she got out of the car.  He grabbed the bags and led her inside.

 "Hungry?" 

She nodded as she looked around.  "Starved." 

"Let me put these in the bedroom and then we can see what we have to eat." 

Ten minutes later she was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, watching as he made dinner.  "I could help you know."  He shook his head. 

"No.  You don't do anything this weekend except relax and have fun." 

She leaned on the counter and rested her chin in her hand.  "What kind of fun we talking here?  Normal fun or Ripper fun?" she asked mischievously.  He shot her a grin.  "Ripper fun."  She shivered in anticipation as he set her plate in front of her.  "I could definitely get used to this."

After dinner he piled the dishes in the sink and looked at her.  "Ready for dessert?"  Hopping off her stool she shook her head and ran for the door.  "You have to catch me first."  Laughing, she ran out of the house towards the beach.  He counted to ten under his breath before taking off after her. 

Looking over her shoulder, she shrieked as she saw him gaining on her and switched her course, heading straight for the water, kicking her shoes off as she ran.  He stopped and tugged off his boots before continuing after her.  She turned and hopped backwards, laughing as he ran to catch up.  "You'll have to do better than that to catch me," she taunted.  He growled and put on a burst of speed, diving for her when she was within reach.  They went down in the water in a tangle of arms and legs.  She broke the surface sputtering and glaring at him.  "No fair." 

He grinned unrepentantly and dragged her to him.  "All's fair," he whispered before kissing her nearly senseless.  When he came up for air he groaned and pulled her tightly against him, grinding his hips into hers.  "I want dessert now," he murmured before tugging her back up the beach towards the house. 

She gave him an impish grin when they entered the bedroom.  "What's for dessert?"  He arched a brow at her, an almost dangerous look in his eyes. 

"Strip."  Her heart started pounding but she obediently did as he told her.  When she stood naked in front of him he grinned and motioned towards the bed.  She lay in the middle of it and watched as he slowly peeled off his wet clothes.  When he was done he crawled over her and picked up two silk cords that lay on the nightstand.  "Are you sure you want to play?"  She swallowed convulsively then nodded, raising her arms above her head.  He kissed her softly before tying each of her wrists to the headboard.  She gave them an experimental tug, growling when she realized that his game was not quite the same as hers had been.  He sat back on his heels and looked at her.  "The rules to this game are quite simple.  I'll untie you when I decide to untie you and not before.  I won't hurt you but if you want to stop you tell me and we'll stop."  He trailed his finger across her stomach, causing the muscles to jump.  

"W-what are you going to do to me?" 

He grinned.  "Whatever I want." 

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  "Why?" 

"The same reasons you did it.  I want you to trust me completely and I want to give you the chance to let go."  He ran his fingertips lightly across her breasts.  "I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me.  And I want you to experience the same feelings I did on my birthday."  She moaned softly as he leaned over and teased each of her nipples with his tongue.  "You see," he murmured as he sucked gently on first one then the other, "I love you.  I love making love with you.  But this is completely different.  All you can do is feel."  She arched into him as his teeth scraped across her nipples.  "Your mind will shut down.  Your senses will register nothing except my hands and mouth as they touch you.  You'll feel my love for you in every touch and hear it in every word.  Your blood will burn as it races through your veins."  His mouth wandered upwards to her throat.  "You will want me like you've never wanted me before because the only thing that will satisfy you is me."  His tongue traced the outline of her ear.  "And when I'm finally inside you it will be the most incredible feeling in the world because at that moment we'll be one.  You gave that to me so now it's my turn to give it to you." 

His words sent her pulse racing and she opened her eyes to look at him.  "Show me.  Show me how much you love me.  Make me feel it," she ordered. 

He groaned and covered her lips with his, his tongue dancing with hers as he began his assault on her senses.  His hands moved slowly over her skin, grazing her with the lightest of touches.  She trembled slightly and whimpered his name as he released her mouth to nip and kiss his way back towards her breasts.  He bathed them with openmouthed kisses, bypassing her aching nipples to work his way slowly downward across her stomach.  He covered every inch of her skin moving further and further down her body.  She groaned in disappointment as he ignored her aching center to work his way down each of her legs.  Reaching her feet he massaged them gently before beginning to move back in the direction he came from.  Again he bypassed her center, grinning when she cursed him loudly. 

"Ah, ah luv, that wasn't nice." 

She glared at him.  "You aren't playing fair." 

"Oh I assure you luv, I'm playing fair.  You're just being stubborn.  You won't let go.  So what do you suggest I do to fix that small problem?" 

"Touch me?" 

He laughed.  "But I was just doing that and it didn't work.  No, I think I'll have to try something else."  She watched in apprehension as he got up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" 

"I'm just going to get some water.  I'll be right back," he promised. 

"What the hell does he need water for?" she muttered under her breath.  A few minutes later he walked back into the room with a pitcher of ice water and a glass.  Setting them on the nightstand he looked at her. 

"Thirsty?"  She nodded.  He poured her a glass of water and held it to her lips.  She drank it gratefully, sighing as it soothed her parched throat.  When she was finished he poured another for himself, watching her in amusement as he drank.

He stretched out beside her and gently stroked her hair from her forehead before trailing his hand down to trace lazy circles around her nipples with his finger.  "Let me teach you how incredible it feels to let go," he coaxed gently.  "How your body sings with sensations you never thought possible.  Let me teach you how absolutely wonderful it is to feel nothing but pleasure."  Taking a shaky breath she gave a small nod.  He smiled and kissed her tenderly before sitting up to straddle her.  "Close your eyes."  Hesitantly she did as he told her.  "Good girl.  Now I want you to relax.  Take a few deep breaths."  While she did as he instructed he reached over and plucked a small bottle from the nightstand.  Uncorking it he let some of the contents drip down across her chest.

"Cold," she whimpered as it hit her skin. 

"Shh, it'll warm up."  He dipped his finger into the oil and rubbed it around her nipples. 

She gasped slightly as they began to tingle.  "W-what is that?" 

"It won't hurt you.  It's just something to help with our little problem," he said reassuringly. 

"I thought you said you'd never use majick on me?  That it was dangerous." 

"I did," he admitted.  "But this is different.  It's not precisely the majick you're referring to.  All this does is heighten the sensations you already feel.  It intensifies pleasure to be exact." 

She moaned as the tingling sensation increased.  "I-it, oh God!" 

Smiling in satisfaction, he poured some more over her and gently rubbed it across her body.  He worked it into her skin from her arms all the way down to her feet.  When he was finished he poured a few drops on his finger and rubbed them across her lips, doing the same to his before kissing her.  The kiss was a thorough exploration of her lips and mouth as he delved inside to taste her.  The oil heated up and caused her to gasp as she was flooded with new sensations. 

"It tastes like cinnamon and it's hot."  Grinning wickedly he poured her a glass of water and held it to her lips.  Her eyes widened as she drank and she shuddered.  "It's cold, very cold."  He nodded then took a drink of his own before setting the glass down.

"The oil."  He showed her the ice cube in his mouth.  "Your first lesson."

Sliding down her body he gripped the ice cube in his teeth and ran it over her throat and down to her breasts.  Her back arched and a shocked scream was torn from her lips as a freezing but fiery trail was left in its wake.  Slowly he blazed a path across her skin, moving erratically here and there.  She struggled for a short time against the feelings that assaulted her before whimpering his name and giving herself over to them completely.  He sensed it the minute she stopped fighting and smiled in satisfaction.  Swallowing the last remains of the ice cube he picked up a feather.  "Lesson two," he whispered.

He dragged it lightly across her skin sending her nerve endings exploding with the delicate touch.  Her entire body shook and her head rocked wildly on the pillows.  She was beyond any coherent thought at that point, her mind completely shutting out everything but the sensations he was causing.  Suddenly she stiffened beneath him.  "Riiiiipppppeeeeeerrrrrrr!"  Her cry reverberated throughout the room as her climax tore through her.  He dropped the feather on the floor and got her another glass of water, gently holding her head up so she could drink.  She watched him with dazed eyes as he picked up the bottle of oil again.  "Lesson three."

She parted her legs automatically at his touch, hissing slightly as he poured some of the oil across her heated center.  He set the bottle down and gently used his fingers to spread it evenly through her folds.  Her hips bucked against him as the oil heated up and she gripped the headboard in her hands.  He blew lightly across her, laughing as she squirmed against the cold.  "Are you ready?" 

"Yes!" she gasped. 

"What do you want?" 

"T-touch me, please," she pleaded. 

A heady sense of power filled him as he listened to her beg for his touch and watched her squirm as she tried desperately to get him to quench the fire that was raging within her.  Only he was able to bring such pleasure to his Slayer.  And only him and his love for her would fill that ache inside her. 

He lowered his head and with infinite care he loved her.  With soft teasing strokes he touched her, his tongue dancing over her center.  She thrashed beneath him, begging him to release her as he drove her to the brink.  Finally as her pleading words became increasingly incoherent he pushed his tongue inside her.  Her hips rose up off the bed and he shifted so that he could hold them tightly in his hands.  He stroked her walls, gradually building her even higher before suddenly removing it and sucking her clit into his mouth and biting down gently.  Her entire body rose up then slammed back down on the bed as she came.  "Oh Gooooooood!" 

He moved over her and kissed her, murmuring soothing words into her ear as she struggled to calm herself.  "T-that," she mumbled before shaking her head. 

"Shh, easy luv.  Rest a minute."  He gave her some more water that she gulped greedily. 

Her breathing slowed and she blinked in surprise.  "It's not so cold anymore." 

He shook his head.  "It wears off rather quickly."  He gave her a few more minutes to calm down then looked at her.  "Final lesson.  Are you ready or do you want to rest a bit more?"  The fire inside her sparked to life and she grinned. 

"Ready.  What are you going to do?" 

"This lesson," he paused to drip some of the oil across her center and his erection, "we share." 

He waited for a moment until the oil started to take effect.  She sucked in a breath at the same time he hissed softly.  Her eyes widened as he moved between her thighs and drew the tip of his erection slowly across her center.  His eyes darkened and he groaned at the sensation. 

"Inside, need you inside," she whimpered.  With a low growl he embedded himself deeply inside her.  As her heat surrounded him and the oil began to work in earnest he wondered briefly if this had been such a good idea after all.  The thought was blown away as she growled his name.  "Ripper." 

Eyes gleaming, he bent his head and plundered her mouth with his tongue as he began to move.  She met each powerful thrust with one of her own, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as they moved.  Each of them gave themselves over to the feelings that roared through them.  "Oh Christ!" he gasped as he felt the oil's effects intensify the more they moved.  Her knuckles were white from gripping the headboard and she whimpered his name.  His body began to tremble and he forced open his eyes to look at her, whispering her name as he did so.  She looked at him before closing her eyes and throwing her head back as the muscles in her stomach tightened.  He reached up and twined his fingers with hers around the headboard as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him.  With a hoarse cry he thrust into her one last time and came explosively, emptying himself inside her.  At the same instant she arched against him and screamed his name as her body convulsed around him.

With trembling fingers he hurriedly untied her bonds before collapsing onto the bed gasping for air.  She clutched him tightly as she gulped air into her lungs, not wanting to let him go.  He rolled onto his side and tucked her up against him. 

"That was intense," she finally said. 

He chuckled weakly.  "A bit too intense maybe.  I'm sorry, I didn't realize it would be that strong." 

"That stuff definitely will not be needed again.  Do you hear me?" 

He nodded.  "I think once is more than enough." 

She sighed and snuggled against him.  "It was fun though." 

He started to laugh.  "Fun?  God luv, I have never felt anything like that in my entire life.  I believe that gives whole new meaning to the word fun." 

"Where did you get that stuff anyway?" 

He gulped.  "I made it." 

She sighed.  "Figures.  I guess that's one of the benefits to being in love with a guy who knows majick.  But you have so got to keep that shit away from Wills.  If she starts fooling with that stuff we'll be in big trouble." 

"I never thought about that.  Remind me to hide the book when we get home.  I have absolutely no idea what sort of effect it would have on Oz." 

She groaned.  "Don't even think about it.  We keep that book as far away from her hot little hands as we can." 

They fell silent for a bit before she spoke again.  "What else is in that book?" she asked curiously. 

He grinned.  "Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that.  I did find a couple things that might be fun if you're willing." 

"What kind of things?" 

"Well, there's a spell that we could use so we don't have to use scarves or cords.  There's also another one that makes it impossible for you to," he stopped abruptly as she placed her fingers on his lips. 

"I get the idea Rupert."  She giggled suddenly.  "That book wouldn't have happened to find its way here would it?" 

He raised his eyebrows.  "As a matter of fact I think it just may have.  Funny thing about that book, it seems to pop up in the strangest places." 

"Good.  I think I'd like to see it.  I love you," she murmured sleepily. 

He tightened his arms around her.  "I love you too."  As sleep stole over them a thought entered his mind.  "Buffy?" 

"Hmmm?" 

"Happy Birthday."

END