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cheesygirl.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Nov. 4th, 2005 11:46 am)Giles/Wesley, 500 words, rated PG-13ish
Giles paid little attention to the sound of the front door being slammed closed. He was too absorbed in his research. Within a second there was a very cross Wesley standing over him.
“You took it, didn’t you?” Wesley demanded sharply.
Giles looked up absently from his book. “Beg pardon?”
Wesley crossed his arms and glared down at him. “My motorbike. You took it.”
Giles’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Wesley, it’s sitting outside that window, right where you left it this morning.”
“Ah, yes, but when I left it this morning it wasn’t covered in road tar and dirt.”
Giles sighed and returned to his studying. “I went for a little ride this afternoon, yes. I needed to clear the cobwebs so I could focus on translating this spell. You’ve never had a problem with me borrowing your bike before.” He quickly changed the subject. “Did you manage to find the rest of the ingredients we need?”
Wesley ignored his question. “You went for a little ride? Where?”
Giles removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He mumbled something that Wesley couldn’t understand.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
“Ocean Cliff Drive.” Giles admitted sheepishly.
Wesley’s eyes widened with disbelief. “Ocean Cliff…but that’s… there are sheer drop offs and dangerous curves and some of it isn’t even paved! There’s rocks and gravel all over. You could have dinged the finish!”
Giles slammed his book closed. “Oh, I see. You’re not worried about me sliding on the gravel and plummeting down a cliff to my death. You’re worried that your precious Big Dog will get a tiny scratch!”
Wesley shook his head. “No, no, that’s not it. I know you’re an excellent rider and you can handle rough terrain, but I don’t want my bike exposed to such harsh conditions.”
“Wesley, it’s a motorcycle, not a scooter. It’s built to handle such conditions.”
Giles stood up and moved behind him. Wesley remained ramrod straight, his lips tight with fury. “You know, it’s exhilarating, racing around those sharp turns, dodging the roughest parts of the road, twisting and turning on a dime.” He tried to smooth away the tenseness in Wesley’s shoulders with his hands. “It gets the adrenalin pumping. As a matter of fact,” Giles said as he pressed his body against Wesley’s, which was slowly beginning to relax, “by the time I returned, I was feeling quite aroused--and quite disappointed that you hadn’t yet returned.”
Giles felt the last bit of tenseness leave Wesley’s body. “Really?” Wesley murmured.
“Oh, yes.” Giles nibbled softly at an earlobe as he pulled Wesley into a tight embrace.
“I don’t like anyone riding my bike so roughly--even you.” Wesley insisted, although the anger was now gone from his voice.
“All right love, I promise, I won’t ride your bike so roughly.” He turned Wesley around in his arms and kissed him passionately. When he broke the kiss, he smiled wickedly.
“But I make no such promises when it comes to riding you.”
Giles paid little attention to the sound of the front door being slammed closed. He was too absorbed in his research. Within a second there was a very cross Wesley standing over him.
“You took it, didn’t you?” Wesley demanded sharply.
Giles looked up absently from his book. “Beg pardon?”
Wesley crossed his arms and glared down at him. “My motorbike. You took it.”
Giles’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Wesley, it’s sitting outside that window, right where you left it this morning.”
“Ah, yes, but when I left it this morning it wasn’t covered in road tar and dirt.”
Giles sighed and returned to his studying. “I went for a little ride this afternoon, yes. I needed to clear the cobwebs so I could focus on translating this spell. You’ve never had a problem with me borrowing your bike before.” He quickly changed the subject. “Did you manage to find the rest of the ingredients we need?”
Wesley ignored his question. “You went for a little ride? Where?”
Giles removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He mumbled something that Wesley couldn’t understand.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
“Ocean Cliff Drive.” Giles admitted sheepishly.
Wesley’s eyes widened with disbelief. “Ocean Cliff…but that’s… there are sheer drop offs and dangerous curves and some of it isn’t even paved! There’s rocks and gravel all over. You could have dinged the finish!”
Giles slammed his book closed. “Oh, I see. You’re not worried about me sliding on the gravel and plummeting down a cliff to my death. You’re worried that your precious Big Dog will get a tiny scratch!”
Wesley shook his head. “No, no, that’s not it. I know you’re an excellent rider and you can handle rough terrain, but I don’t want my bike exposed to such harsh conditions.”
“Wesley, it’s a motorcycle, not a scooter. It’s built to handle such conditions.”
Giles stood up and moved behind him. Wesley remained ramrod straight, his lips tight with fury. “You know, it’s exhilarating, racing around those sharp turns, dodging the roughest parts of the road, twisting and turning on a dime.” He tried to smooth away the tenseness in Wesley’s shoulders with his hands. “It gets the adrenalin pumping. As a matter of fact,” Giles said as he pressed his body against Wesley’s, which was slowly beginning to relax, “by the time I returned, I was feeling quite aroused--and quite disappointed that you hadn’t yet returned.”
Giles felt the last bit of tenseness leave Wesley’s body. “Really?” Wesley murmured.
“Oh, yes.” Giles nibbled softly at an earlobe as he pulled Wesley into a tight embrace.
“I don’t like anyone riding my bike so roughly--even you.” Wesley insisted, although the anger was now gone from his voice.
“All right love, I promise, I won’t ride your bike so roughly.” He turned Wesley around in his arms and kissed him passionately. When he broke the kiss, he smiled wickedly.
“But I make no such promises when it comes to riding you.”
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When Giles has finished his second ride of the afternoon, I hope Wesley is going to spank him for his bad behaviour :-)
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