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[Buffy] way of lost dreams

Title: way of Lost Dreams (Passion - Two Years Later)
Fandom: Buffy - The Vampire Slayer
Author: Kathy
Date: 05/2000
Genre: from 12?
Rights: All Rights to the television series "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and its characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network.
The story was the sheer fun of the series and to write. It is used for commercial purposes. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback.
Category: BtVS / feelings
Characters: Giles
Spoiler: second Season "Passion"
content : Giles' feelings two years later, after Jenny's death.
Comment: After the repetition of "Passion" was on TV and I had to find more and more, how sad is this episode, I could not help but write it down here easily. No idea how many tissues I've used it already, but certainly not the last.
Feedback: .... I would be very happy: o)
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* way of lost dreams - Passion - Two years later *

***

In good kind souls of true pain,
what might be its cause, always forever.
And if you claim
that the time or other circumstances will reduce it,
are the words, the weak
only have validity for the sensation.

Wilhelm von Humboldt

***

rain drummed on the window. It was an unusual morning for the otherwise sunny days in Sunnydale, the place with the friendly name on the edge of hell. When he awoke in the morning and heard the rain, it was even heavier heart. He had been afraid the whole week, the last days before that day. Before that day with the memories caught up with him again when he just closed his eyes and even after two years, even as painful.

with narrowed eyes, he pulled the blanket over his head and hoped to sleep easy again can. This day with all its memories too sleepy simply in order not to over and over again to remember. But it was not, the fatigue was gone and the reality was inevitable next to his bed. It would certainly stay was a simple lie, but that there was no better. Heaven, he was a man in his mid forties and behaved like a frightened child. He could not year after year on this day is buried somewhere, just not having to face the pain. Abruptly, he threw the blanket and stood up. Oh, that was a bit fast. His blood pressure dropped a moment in the cellar and the cycle signaled that he was no longer the youngest. The everyday activities like showering and having breakfast this morning were from more motor and also wanted the buns do not taste it so well. It is still raining outside and the overcast sky had to indicate any improvement. Lost in thought he played with the bun in his hand, wondering how he would survive this day, probably the best. Last year on her first death he had had at least still work in the library, but now after his hunter went to college and his beloved library debris only and ash was, there was nothing where he was able to allay his thoughts. Frowning he put the bread aside, stirring his tea had become cold. He felt lonely and a bit lost. He had not presented his life. He also once had dreams of a family that had children, but the appeal was always in the foreground and something of a personal life, time for hopes and wishes were not easy. Not that he regretted his past life, no not at all. He only wished it were in some ways different. He Jenny in a place at a different time and, all know, under other circumstances would have learned. Then they might have a chance, had a future and would not have been separated so painful, inescapable from each other. Why did she have to tell him then not until that day what she felt for him? Although he had been aware of it internally and it is also so desperately wanted, so he had not have thought, never hoped to venture that such a woman could love him. And then when she told him, with an embarrassed gesture as she herself was shocked by her frankness, he could only smile at them instead to hug. Oh how he hated himself for it. After all, he had forgiven her for some time, but just not found the courage to tell her and then it was too late. Why could the fate be so cruel and unpredictable?

In the meantime, he had indeed moved the furniture in his bedroom, if not always the same image from that time have in mind when he Stairs came up. But it did not help much. This image was burned in his brain and some nights he preferred to stay on the couch and slept there, as these stairs to climb to the top.

Gradually gathering and the gloomy thoughts tried to push away, he took a sip of his tea. Ugh ... cold tasted this black tea is not really. The dishes piled up, he brought everything into the kitchen and poured the tea into the sink. For a moment he looked thoughtfully brown liquid after they disappeared into the sewer. As though all this was transitory.

The sound of rain tore it out of his mind and decided to go despite this crappy weather out. The weather fit his mood, and here in his apartment he found only the ceiling anyway on the head. He decided to cast his coat, grabbed the umbrella and stepped outside. Although it was raining it was not necessarily cold, the air smelled fresh and somehow it was even pleasant. For this reason, he just decided to leave the car and seek out its intended destination on foot. He knew the cemetery was almost at the other end of town and he would take a while before he got there, but he was no more obligations and the whole day at his disposal, like all the other days also. Targeted he ran off. Crossed the crossroads where his car off and just gave up the ghost and sometimes stopped by the office move was. He passed the store where Buffy and they had destroyed the judge and at the donut shop where Xander got always the delicious things with jelly filling. A few blocks away, he stood near the High School. Some students even seemed to know him and saluted. Astonished, he looked after them, because their faces were not known to him. A construction company was still in the process the remains of the explosion of a year ago to clean up and he wondered if ever again at this point probably a library would be built. Probably would be a large, highly visible Sign "CAUTION Abyss" much more appropriate, he thought smiling to himself.

The raindrops pattered still down and spraying him by his shield in the face. A little further away, he saw the cars of the teachers are. Director's parked in the parking lot of a new vehicle. Yes, what did he expect? Principal Snyder had the little gnome can even taste the mutated mayor and now it was only normal that the body was otherwise occupied. For a moment he thought of the little argument in Snyder's office and was thinking how much fun he made of this pears to push males on the wall. But even he did not deserve to die like the throat of a monster that no one deserved. With a final farewell glance in the direction of high school, he went on. More and more he withdrew from school and after some time he came to the restaurant by the Jenny and he was eating again. The blinds were let down, the menu box was empty and otherwise left it looked pretty. On the door hung a sign "FOR SALE". Breathing heavily, he ran around it and buried these memories deep in its interior. A thought flashed past him. 'Who knows why it was closed? But it is probably better, because there was no way into at least put up there and ... "Shaking his head, he pushed his spectacles on his nose. What did he do it? Why is he worried incessantly itself?

The long main street was almost reached to end and the graveyard. A small flower shop had existed even during lunch time on the decoration and almost all of Valentine's Day flower arrangements. When he entered the shop, he came to meet an older, friendly, smiling lady. "Ah, the young man looks to be something for his heart queen. How about a bouquet of beautiful, long-stemmed red roses? "Also friendly, smiling and a little amused at the old traditional, customer-friendly form of address young man, he shook with the head. No, he did not want red roses, not now and probably never again. His eye fell on a beautiful pink orchid, which seemed exactly to express the longing that he felt right now. The elderly lady looked surprised at him as he opted for this orchid, but kept their comments to as they are discovered, the sadness in his eyes. When she saw it as the way to the cemetery struck, they sounded itself for its cheeky tongue. But around Valentine's Day did so many love flowers, that they could not expect.

The big iron gate to the cemetery was closed, but it was opened with strong pressure. In this weather, of course, no one got lost on her here and he was alone. That it was only right, because he hated the questioning looks that one has often been thrown in such places. As if you did not have enough to do with himself, than to break even on other people mourning their head. With the orchid in his hand, he left the paved road and went to her grave. The grass was pushed through by the many rainy and his footprints were left in the ground. His shoes sucked on the wet and he felt like it was wet. But of this he did not interfere. Targeted he went on. The grave stone had already weathered a bit and also the inscription looked slightly gray. The time left its mark.

the shield folded crouched in the grass sticking he is next to the grave. The rain ran cold in the neck, the glasses were sprayed and his pants were wet. All this did not interest him, because for a moment she was not only in thought with him. For a moment he felt it very firmly in his heart and warmth filled him.

But the recurring question WHY was haunted in his head. The answer he did not know. What he did was not passing the pain. He prevented himself not to cry out. He tasted the rain mixed with the salt on his lips. As long as he forbade the tears and now it was almost like a relief, a relief.

Slowly, gently he put the orchid on the ground. Before he got back, he gently stroked with a finger as a parting of the flower. Farewell ...

Then he left without once looking at the grave. The screen folded, he ran in the rain back home. The hair stuck in his face, the coat began to let the moisture through it and gave his shoes squeaking noises. There was even an entire end to his apartment and probably would then be anything more to dry him, but he willed it so. He was care. He wanted to feel the rain and wash the sadness of it, but he knew it would not work so easy, not today and not tomorrow. Maybe someday, but right now the sadness was simply stronger than him. It was not in his power to resist that. And he was not sure if he should try and really wanted to, because the pain was the only reality of what he did to her.

***

can be large and deep pain and yet have
so do not feel unhappy, because we feel this pain

so connected with the very essence,
that one would not separate him from himself.

Wilhelm von Humboldt

> END \u0026lt;

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[Buffy] One Night Stand

Title: One Night Stand
Author: Kathy
Genre: 18 years
Date: 06/2001
Law: All Rights as always and without question, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network.
Category: BtVS / past
Characters: Giles
Spoiler: no
Content: The young Giles experienced an extraordinary night.
Comment: Well, actually no further. Except maybe that I have the scene between Angel and Lina Halbdämonien in the episode "War Zone" so funny was that I wanted to put just a bit. Who knows the impact will know after reading the story already then what "lady" or that half-demon character is meant by optical, approximately ;-)))
And let's see if you liked it and if I feel like there It maybe a> years later \u0026lt;- Story connection.
Feedback: .... would be very happy: o)

* One Night Stand *

London in the early seventies:

thick smoke clouds were in the air, moved to the individual tables and fogged it on. Outside, the loud splash of rain could be heard and only the set-up and outreach of the door could penetrate a little fresh air. Raucous male voices sounded through the room alone and the raspy sounds of the jukebox in the corner now and then she could outdo. It was a London pub as everyone else. A loud, in a way comfortable, but also uncomfortable at the same place where you came and went without anyone really to see or be seen by someone.

wet to the skin Giles sat for quite a while alone at a table and stared waiting at the front door. Three-quarters of an hour Ethan also wanted to be here, but it seemed like his new friend was waiting. Gone beyond annoying and the fact walk to their meeting place to be, Giles had hung his dripping coat over the chair beside him. The pants clung to his thighs and felt disgusting on the socks in your shoes. He wondered why Ethan really him that night just ordered here in this flophouse? There were far more pleasant to talk to such premises as smoky hut. But what it did? Now he was sitting here and would probably remain for the time being, at least until it stopped raining and thus perhaps Ethan showed up what Giles did not believe any more.

They knew not too long but said Giles to suspect what he had to think of such actions. Ethan was anything but the most reliable, at least in terms of appointments. Was it about his own concerns, any games or any other unusual chaotic machinations, then the friend was quick to spot, but he hated cozy evenings.

Groaning Giles shook his head and played undecided with the glass in front of him. Why today? Why just today, he ordered him to come here, to get ready then? Giles was less angry, more disappointed, because although he remembered this particular day, all left behind, he was happy for a little while. The day symbolizes the nature of the outbreak from all constraints and the beginning of a new freedom. Precisely for this reason he had wanted to talk to Ethan, just like that. Talk about anything and not be alone. Not that night and he actually thought the friend would know this is not for nothing had Ethan raised him the last few days again, when he had a moral low point in his face and obviously the question of the accuracy Here his his, was read. More than once he tried to make it clear that if all doubts a useless thought and represented only fun but the truth was what mattered in this life. An idea to which Giles had to get used to but first, but after Ethan's speeches and recent small deposits quite tempting designed. Just today, on this day, that night was Giles have any fun, at least not those like him like Ethan preferred. Today he wanted to talk a little bit and be clear about a few things, but as it seemed to Ethan had imagined that and not feel like it.

While Giles around to the pub more more crowded, the noise level of individual guests drove further up and the rain was heavy outside, stood at the counter a woman and ended quietly cursing angrily to himself.

Now this guy had it ordered from the lousy weather here, just like that from now on the same and let them hang now. Class, she was thrilled. Normally, they rarely stray into such a region, lately, at least not everything, but today was an exception. But a good and all, at least, no matter how full or how empty it might be descending, here at least interested in anyone who was who or what. Here drive around the diverse audience, making it suitable for it was easier than anywhere else in the city.

stealth she had the look under the hood of her jacket around the room and got stuck in a somewhat remote table. This place seemed the calmest and most straightforward throughout the room. From there they would remain undisturbed the door in the eye and can see whether their appointment came. He said maybe there already was, she noticed not only. Therefore, they decided it was in this corner with a drink to make yourself comfortable and closer to the pub to take, all under the microscope.

turned surprised them as they came closer firmly that their selected table was already occupied. A Moment she looked the young man attentively to go before it placed her glass and politely asked if there was room for him. Amused, she registered his puzzled look and the slightly awkward way of saying to her that she can set yourself. Thankfully, the woman nodding slipped into the far corner at the table and looked the young man again. She had to admit he liked her, even though he was obviously a lot younger than she. With his wet disheveled hair, unshaven stubble and apparently the only newly acquired ring in red, swollen ear, he was in a way very manly and determined, as well as being lonely and vulnerable to them. An interesting, not to be underestimated mixture as noted in secret for themselves. Maybe this evening was not yet as bad as initially assumed, and perhaps she had just found what she sought.

"Wait on someone?" She asked after a while of silence, straight out.

Startled unexpected on the question Giles lowered his eyes when he noticed the woman opposite really stare. Fortunately, they seemed to him not to blame and he replied embarrassed smile.

"So I-I-j yes ... yes, already, but apparently turned ...", with a shrug he briefly to the door and back again. "It seems that I am have been added." It tried to catch a better view Giles on her face, as to his regret, he recognized so far only a few bright blue eyes and interesting, narrow, fine lines weaving around his lips. Everything else was hidden by the edge of the hood and he could only guess that among them concealed a stunningly attractive woman. "And you? What gets lost a woman like you here?"

A chuckle was heard before she answered him and turned your head even further into the shadows. He did not want to see, at least not yet. It was clear his interesting curiosity to increase a little.

"Well then are you even like me. I was also added to my companion obvious. Probably it is the rain, because the normal way to hunt for such a weather is not a dog out the door. Or is it? "

Giles crawled at the sound of her smoky, melodic voice, a slight goose bumps down your spine. He could not deny that he was the unknown against fascinated. Although he did not correct him and absolutely nothing about her knew had but a mysterious attraction on him. In a way it was at this moment even glad that he was alone and Ethan did not show up. Perhaps the whole thing should be, he thought to himself, as he then suddenly a clap and the same one meandering Feeling to his legs felt. Through the wet, sticky substance on the skin, it was felt with particular intensity and Giles winced. Automatically, he slid the chair a bit away from the table and almost jumped up startled when she had him arrested and said in a whisper. "Please do not ... do not scare it ... .... I'm sorry, I do not want to. I-I'll do anything, really."

Irritated slowed abruptly from Giles and brought the chair with a loud cracking suspect are for. While he took a careful look at the table and disappear to his great surprise, a slender, long tail with a bushy head under her coat saw a man suddenly stood beside them. "Is there something wrong?" He saw at first suspicious of the woman in the corner and then to Giles.

quickly slide back to Giles at the table and shrugged his shoulders. "What is going on? I came to the table and thought my glass falls over, so ..."

"Hmmm .... then you certainly want one more thing ...", muttered the man and disappeared.

Thankfully the woman gave Giles a smile and gently touched his hand. "I'm really sorry and thank you ...", she pointed with her head in the round. "You have not jumped up and ran away."

Although still a little confused, but in focus again, Giles nodded at her reassuringly. However, he could not hide a certain insecurity aside and wanted to slip again as her hand clasped his. "Listen, I do not think that I am the most. I'm not here ...", she reached with her free hand under her hood and pulled it slowly from the head. "... Not a demon."

If Giles previously they thought he had stared, then he did at that moment rather obvious and more bewildered than a "Oh '... really?" He first got us anywhere. It is not frightened by the fact the midst of a full Pups a female demon zuhaben before him, confused him only the obvious human appeal and charisma of this woman. In order not to even say he was simply away speechless, probably because in addition to the already most unusual and scariest creatures, it was such a never met. Her eyes, which were already noticed him at first shone in the glow of the smoke by pushing more turquoise than blue light and had a magnetic attraction to him formally. A well-shaped nose and small, vibrant pink lips rounded off her attractive, even human face. Only above the forehead could recognize that she was no ordinary man. Between short and longer in the neck down becoming bright-red hair stretched thin antenna-like horns in the air.

Giles While she still looked stunned, the woman pulled back her hood over her head and took a powerful blow from her glass. "Phew ... that's it. Now you know. I'm just a little different than others. But, well, not everyone has the pride such a long tail ....", while she clapped Giles below the table mischievous on the thigh. "... And to have horns." But when she's once again noticed confused expression, she pulled the cock back and quickly apologized. "Oh I'm sorry, I did not want to scare again. But this rascal responds now and then a bit cocky, it's like a nervous twitching arm, or a twitching leg. "

Now finally, after a while, took Giles back his voice. If he at least fear or loathing of this woman felt, would be his lot would be easier to please and above all normal, but he was just baffled and at the same time fascinated. The re-encounter with her tail it also had a more than unusual way messed up and even now, after they returned drawn, he could still feel the intimate touching. Who was this woman and just what they want from him?

"hearing Miss you ... no I'm not afraid of you. Believe me, I have in my life seen a difference. No, but quite the contrary ... I never met anyone so extraordinary beautiful as you. "And Giles said with a sincerity that the woman he fell against moving this view. So they had not expected. So far, she had never met someone her as innocent and open said. Not that they did not know it, yet everyone saw but only the demon and never the people in it. This man was young and innocent, at least in terms of all the dark sides of power. He may have been a rebel, as they could see in his green eyes, but in his heart he was strong and good. She wondered why he was here, in this city and this lost place where evil was with the darkness and the magic of the day one.

Curious, she looked inquiringly at Giles and went automatically to you via loose. "What do you mean by other things? Edit styles being as I am one?"

Now what would Giles say to that? Should he tell her that he had actually almost the title of a guardian in the case. He soon became one of them would actually be provided for the nature as they were not on hand and a hunter on the side even destroyed. Or should he tell her that he of all the had enough. He had run like this to do over this provision and the constant pressure from the right. He really wanted to basically know nothing of all this and wanted a normal, young man to be next to a beautiful woman in a bar.

"What?" She asked as he gave her no answer. You could see something and it worked like they had known what. "Hey, can you tell me quietly what is going on, because eventually you know my little secret, too. So it's only fair, right?"

A really well-intentioned and not to quarreling offer as Giles had to agree with her. Finally she had him first entrusted, and he was looking for basically this evening to talk to someone. Therefore, why not? Why not her? Maybe they would understand him much better than Ethan, who said any case always, he should finally stop to ponder over this old, dusty appeal. He should live now, now enjoy life and do things which he likes and at some point may no longer be able to. Certainly Ethan was so wrong and not the lure of the friend was too large to escape it, but can at the moment was not Giles to mute it. At the moment it was just good to have someone next to him and when it was still such a beautiful woman like this then to the better.

Giles took air shortly before he began to speak. Actually, he did not know where to start, but after the first burst of words, all alone out of it. "Have you ever heard by the Council of the guards? A bunch of old, ossified, they know better the nature of men like you always and constantly in mind. A society who believes the most important thing to be on Earth and the one .... the air we breathe one take. "

Incensed by the very words of Giles picked up the newly filled glass on the table and taught it with a train. He did not notice the terrified woman of mine. Only when he with slightly trembling Voice heard to ask "So you're one of them?" He discovered something like awe in her eyes.

Accordingly, they had already done so unpleasant acquaintance with the Council. The Giles surprised in the least. He shook his head contemptuously. "Oh 'NO ... this will not happen, nothing more. They can only see who saves the world from monsters like you." Without me, I appeal to all this shit. "

The bitterness in his voice was not to be ignored and the designation "monsters like you \u0026lt;showed the woman how much the young man to himself and all this seemed to doubt. Without question it was not easy, either for him or for them, even if she realized over the years where it belonged, however, but he still had a rocky road so far ahead. But now, maybe she could make him a little to distract them, to show him that not everything was evil and mean, just because it attracted the eye. The evening was long and they were young.

"So young guard, or rather no-longer-young guard, if that is not the first step to understanding. Do you know me you have always instilled in me what my destination was the previous, but no, that is will be not. Everyone is and what he makes of his life. "

smiled Astonished by their words Giles to the woman. It was really nice to sit here and talk with her. Not that he thought that deep-seated doubts and questions, or even the events of that day, he had now displaced almost successfully rid the world, but it all a bit easier. Intrigued, he asked at last. "And what exactly are you now, though not a demon?"

Thoughtfully, she played with the glass in his hand and held him captive with her eyes. "Believe me that you want to basically do not really know, at least not yet. I'm something I'm maybe not very proud, but would nevertheless be accepted and respected. I am partly a man of his demons can not hide, carry him outside to show need, in contrast to some of you people who carry it secretly to themselves. "

Now that was not exactly what Giles wanted to hear, for they puzzle gave him enough already without the words at. "Yes I understand what you will say, but that does not answer my question."

Suddenly she started laughing and threw his head back slightly so that her coat down and opened her slender, white neck see too far up to the chest approach was. Giles had to swallow, less for her laughter, but rather because of the mysterious beauty that she had apparently still hiding. At gladly he would have asked them to put the jacket to see who and what this woman really was, but a certain shyness stopped him. Just as the thoughts which he inevitably brought her here. That was not good, it was not right, what was easy ... Natural or abnormal? He did not know.

"Young Guard, where are you with your thoughts? Fight you interesting just with your inner demons? To see with control as you. Do you know why I envy you not because thy are invisible and my other hand, sometimes a little difficult to restrain. " And before Giles could think or ask what she means, he suddenly felt a crawling sensation up in his leg. Sent her tail even pioneered by even the tightest fold of her way and brought it into chaos. Giles groaned slightly closed for a moment the eyes and cramped fingers in the wood of the tabletop. That was all just a bad joke, a dream from which he was about to wake up, but again did not want to wake up really. Actually, he was just here to spend this evening alone, to talk and maybe a little more than to drink otherwise, but not to get involved in something. On something that he had never done before in this way, what in circles in which he was great as was abnormal, knitting was forbidden. Indeed, but it was not just the escape which he wanted? This imposed constraints which can he be right and normal inculcated. included the always constant and correctness and decency to be paramount. It was not exactly what he was trying ethane with the smiling words "You'll soon have behind it" to say more?

A frightened pleasurable sibilant escaped his lips as the tip of the bushy tail reached their goal and they told him in their way as they would like to continue the rest of the evening. Giles was the best will not figure in women. She looked a lot older and more experienced than him, but he still did not know who she was much as it was called. It was a dangerous Game to which he himself took in it. had a game for his body after this heady touch and after a few glasses of Scotch taken a long time ago the decision.

It took a while before he felt able to stand up and allowed disappointed that they stopped their little game of seduction. But now he stood so much in its thrall, that he followed her almost blind. It was not that he was involuntarily and unconditionally. No, not at all. Giles knew very well what he did and would do, but these touches sparked an unexpected longing that demanded more in him.

outside had It stopped raining in the meantime and was in the air a pleasant freshness, even if the night, like most next in London, further wet and cold. Shivering, Giles drew his shoulders together as he stood next to her in his wet things on the street. He had no idea where they wanted to go with him. His hand slid into her, he simply followed her in silence along the road. Only after a few hundred yards they stopped abruptly, pushing the hood from his head and saw him forcefully with her beautiful, bright blue eyes. "Say you have no objections to follow me just like that? Have you no fear that I could do you something?"

"No," he said her straight out. "Why should I?" You told me you're not a real demon, but a man who could not resist this part to carry on the outside and I believe you. " And he really did, even if its too intense racing heart, is something else he said. But that was probably because she hit him in that moment with an unexpected tenderness by the tousled hair, on down gently stroked her cheek before she bent down and kissed him with a faint, barely audible "thank you" to the lips .

dazed by the light intensity emanating therefrom, the first gently and then becoming increasingly turbulent contact did not notice as it began to rain again Giles. He let yourself go and just fall. Everything seemed at once so simple. Will-he followed her on, ran with it through the rain until they looked at an old red brick house with him through half-lit, Silk Hanging corridors moved to a timber of almond-smelling, lovely room.

Giles felt ever before, as in a dream, a sequence the more erotic and exciting could not be. Full of expectation, he stood silently in the room and saw how they finished with an elegant tail movement, the door behind him. A single, incident light beam of a street lamp lit the room and fell like a position directly on her slender figure. Mysterious Smiling, she brushed her coat over her shoulders and slowly came closer, her fingers slipped between his and raised his hands to kiss on her lips. Giles took a slight tremor as he her wet, rough tongue to back of his hand and soon felt at the joints. Fascinated by this contact and the breathtaking sight which offered him, he was seized with sudden impatience and pulled her violently towards you. No question, she wanted him and he wanted a meeting of the senses. Derb he pressed his lips to her and pushed his tongue forward intently. Fought against the won to the her and ignored the slight pain she caused the rough surface of her tongue in his mouth. A heady feeling seized him as he breathed heavily in her breath and took on slightly dizzy with the feeling in the air lifted and torn away during flight and be a part of it was pushed. Disappointed with puzzled look, he stood before her, begging for more.

she gently put a finger to his lips and let it slowly slide down on his chest. "Well ... well young guard, not so impatient. It is not the fortress by storm, patience and peace guide the invaders to win." And while she with her breathy words only allowed to be edgy, her fingers wandered further sent via the open shirt with his chest hair.

An easy-drawing pain in the hair was Giles cringe and close their eyes when he could feel her tongue out briefly from the neck down. This woman seemed to have set out to seduce him and make mad, a finding that he did not understand, but really enjoyed. Impatient in his hands reached her hips and drove over the naked part of her back up. A soft, voluptuous purr came to his ear and when he öffnetet eyes, he was a satisfied glint in her eyes. Again he wanted to attract a kiss, but she would not allow it. "Hey, the night is still young, why the hurry? You do not have much to learn a lot of young guards. It's your first experience of this kind? Is not it? "She looked deep into his eyes, held his gaze caught and read in his face like a book." Oh yes, that's it, "she presented with a fixed mysteriously satisfied smile, even though Giles a hasty and far came to violent "N-no, n-no d-is not it." forth.

How was it that? Where they wanted to know? "He was a man, an experienced man like him think thought. Was not it just an adventure? An exciting adventure of a night Yes it was. An adventure with fundamental difference from all previous ones. An adventure that his wildest dreams burst and it was that it was genuine, real and beautiful.

At gladly he would have shown her that she was wrong and was wrong. He was not as inexperienced as it seemed that they do, a thousand times, even if had done so only in thought. But so far they had come there and not before Giles was aware, she drew him with their fingers off his shirt and pushed him to the great, the room fills, soft brass bed.

Puzzled Giles lay and watched as her long tail, with a very exciting feeling for him under her dress slipped out of his belly. Defenseless, he allowed this to happen, that they crouched over him, his hands seized and pulled his arms up to the front side of the bed. Then he could feel how soft her tail around his wrists and put compelling him motionless tied to the bars of the bed. Not rough or hard, but decisive and unambiguous. Silently, he watched with excited anticipation of what she thought now be made with him. He was a complete mystery how such a woman is docked just out, a young, inexperienced man like trying to seduce him. They knew each other but only a few hours, by not even really know the question. And why did it not true that he touched that he could give her the back, which gave it to him? He understood it all and not trying it first no, because that he had no time.

lying flat on his back, hands tied above him, his breathing became more violent, faster than she with him gently, went scratching movements of the chest down and freed the dexterous fingers of the wet pants. The shoes and socks she had been stripped off a few minutes earlier and rumbling fall soil. Again, she crouched over him, slipped the straps of her black dress only very slowly over the shoulders and pulled it suddenly just before his eyes off his body. Swallowing Giles saw her perfect body in front of you now. Desperate, he tried his hands from the grip to be free of their tail to touch and caress it can, but it was useless, she was not free. Eagerly his eyes slid over her body, asked, begged to be allowed to touch them, but they only gave him a mysterious smile before she leaned over him and rub her upper body over his left. He could feel the tickle of her hair in his face and smell her intoxicating scent, as he more and more by every single touch of it fell into a frenzy of ecstasy. Completely involuntarily, he gave her totally out. Enjoyed the deep scratching their nails on his body, circling his nipples and the painful the rough touch of her tongue from his loins downward. Unexpectedly, they freed him, while his obvious excitement hardly durable, with a sudden crack of his shorts. Grinning, she let her lips revolve around his abdomen and stopped his struggling end, exploding rebellion with a firm pressure on his legs.

completely out of breath and with it überschlagendem heartbeat he had delivered its unfounded and his eyes pleaded with an expression mixed up feelings do not stop, but to torture him even more and not to give free at last. But they did not want to, but they had in the meantime, even too much pleasure found him and the small, painful game. He was so hungry and eager for affection and touches that she enjoyed him over and over again to give. He exuded so much innocence, freshness and grace of, in contrast to the other where they met before. He was still able to learn what it meant to be allowed to give and take. He should understand not only the goal of victory.

until he completely weak under her again and again and again, searching, causing fingers to sleep, they gave him free. Finally, Giles had not fought more, had not tried at last from the pressures of the free painful to him to be weighed. Exhausted, he had left that she's feeling more than once catapulted to the top to make him fall then lonely and unfulfilled. It was a cruel game that she drove with him, but he also enjoyed the same with every fiber of his body.

***

loud knocking Giles broke the next morning rudely and completely disoriented from sleep. With aching limbs, he ran in the big bed. His wrists and his lower body felt numb. The knocking grew louder, more violent and Giles took a while before he realized what had really happened. The sensations of last night were still burning on his bare skin. Looked sleepy he is and discovered to be alone. She was gone, just disappeared without a word, a gesture, without saying goodbye. Why? Why? Many questions swirling in his head. Where he was and what just happened?

The booming sounds of the non-ending pounding on the door rang, roughly in his ears. A little complicated, he swung his legs off the bed and the crumpled sheet wrapped around his waist. Blinking, he opened the door a crack. But before he could ask and see who wants something from him, the door was flung open with a jerk and Giles staggered back into the room. He got angry with a "Damn, what's the point?" Air and wanted Compared to his show what he thought of rude encounters of this kind, when he recognized a familiar voice to him.

"He, he very gently old boy, do not panic just relaxing. You." After such a night, you should surely be easy. "

Speechless Giles looked at Ethan's broad grinning face on. Giles now understood nothing and brought only an uncomprehending "You?" forth.

visibly amused by Giles' confusion came ethane to the still open door with his foot and stepped forward into the room. Interested, he looked around, registered with a knowing grin, the completely rumpled bed, clothes scattered everywhere on the floor and the remains of Giles' shorts.

"Huh ... wow seems indeed to have been a hot night. I see that your gift has been packed up instead of you there."

Giles did not understand. What Ethan babbling because of gift? How did he get it? He had mentioned anything. She had no idea it was his birthday. Or is it?

While Giles rather confused desperately holding the sheet around his waist, bent Ethan and threw him to his pants. "Come on, come on get dressed. I believe now you've earned the first time every morning."

began witted Giles on his pants, read this accidentally slip the sheet and had an appreciative nodding view of Ethan to go through. Embarrassed about his still immense excitement, he turned quickly, got angry in the pants and snapped Ethan. "Damn it, what's the point? Spying thou me or what?"

Laughing Ethan Giles kicked out his shoes, rubbing his hands. 'Oh' you think that really me? But not yet. I would never do such a thing. I'm only me after so much fun maybe you need some moral support and an ear to understand the can feel how such a night - my young guard ... "

swallow When Ethan's last words had inevitably and Giles for a moment he stared at him all this could well be an elaborate plot had Ethan Was it out.? Therefore, last night added?

with Giles' shirt over his arm came closer and Ethan looked at him from the side questioningly. "What? Did you not like about my little gift? Has it robbed you of about all the senses and not let you fly? Hey, congratulations and do not peep so .... Tell dear, how was this first free trip to the world of demonic temptation for you? "

Only when Ethan got no response from Giles and the dumbfounded expression did not disappear from his face, asked, puzzled by Ethan. "Oh," You have not because it suspected? Say you've just thrown up blind in the night? " Laughing Ethan Giles expressed his shirt in his hand and shaking his head turned to the door. "I do not believe it, not really. He has done it. He has really blind, done without thinking and then even unconsciously, totally unaware."

abruptly turned back around and hit Ethan Giles approvingly on the shoulder. "Honestly, I'm proud of you Rupert! It seems to me, I need to give up hope just yet and you will found by itself on the taste and yet more. Only me one ...", treason thoughtfully pulled Ethan frowned and looked at Giles, were a little greedy, from top to bottom. "What have you done to her that she would not even the usual expenditure of me ? She has even asked me to look after you and you do not run in your ruin leave. Oh to have the effect you have achieved on the woman giving me with tears in her eyes confessed that they did not have the heart to rob you your innocence. "

with a giggling" Really Rupert .. . I am amazed ... "Ethan wanted to beat him again on the shoulder, as with this a bewildered look in his touch evaded.

Giles could not deny that Ethan's first words as a shock, but then at the same time seemed like a joke on him.

She was a demon-paid whore? A living gift for his 21st Birthday?

That was not it? A dream. A joke. Where, however, rather an interesting experience that he wanted to miss for anything in the world. And if it was that which saw Ethan in the fun and freedom, then only, then it could only get better and with an "About Me and" he pushed his friend out the door in Giles' eyes at this time.

> END \u0026lt;

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Hypersomnia And Depression And Medication

NCIS [NCIS] Sonfic / Jibbs "The Way"

WARNING spoiler 5x18/19

Sonfic [Jibbs] The way
after Herbert Grönemeyer

I can not see, no longer trust
my eyes.

The gun salute, the last honor
the one you can be given,
shake my soul.
you pierce me inside and
make me painfully aware of - past
it is.

can hardly believe,
feelings have turned.

I see all the grieving faces, see
your coffin with the flag covered
and can not believe it will.

No word, no look, no gesture - nothing more
what binds us together.

I'm too lazy to give up.
It would also be too early because
's always something.

I have seen so many die
so many lying in my arms
and some by my hand.

It's always the same and yet different,
but it is final.

We were conspired
Had died for each other.

It would be a lie, I would say
I have seen it coming. We always knew
and at any time
it would have happened.

But in the end it always comes suddenly
- always unexpected.

It is then
when least expected,
if you will not believe everything is perfect, then it hits a
hardest.

have bent the rain,
trust us on loan.

We could always rely on each other,
day as at night, anywhere in the world

It was not just our job, it was one of your
like my life -
heard it to us.

We tried
to turn on the shot away. Nothing
was too late,
But much too soon.

I will brief our time
never forget our common ground.
I can not forget it, because it was an attempt
-
an honest attempt to give all a sense
and love a chance.

We have pushed us
through all tides.
We have fragmented,
loved us desperate.

But for you it was too early and I let you go.
I was not willing to fight for you.
Now it is too late and I know
was that the time has come where I
would no longer have to fight you.

The time when you know where I - where we had
only need listen to our hearts.

We have the truth as best we could hypocritical.
It was a piece of heaven
that you exist.

I was glad you have back to me and to have me.
suddenly you belonged to.
We could quarrel with each other laugh or just
silent.
I knew you're there every day and every hour,
only a few steps and was happy.

you have any room flooded with sun.
Have any anger turned upside down.
Nordic noble Your gentle goodness. Your boundless
Proud, not
life is fair ...

You knew exactly what you wanted,
have commanded all the forehead,
you never leave me or other things get.
You were a fighter.

danced the film in a silver space.
admired from the balcony golden infinity.
hopelessly lost, drunk,
because everything was allowed.
together in time lapse,
Midsummer Night's Dream.

There were many small and big moments,
beautiful and sad moments,
more than just a handful of wonderful memories
and there was Paris,
a happy time for us no one can take.

your safe passage,
your true poems.
your serene dignity,
your unwavering skill.
You have commanded the addition of your forehead.
you never betray him,
your plan of happiness,
your plan of happiness.

You knew what would happen
the fate that was intended for you and you alone decided
.
I wish you should not have done it,
'd even try to be not only strong.
I wish I could have helped you,
would have been at your side.

I go not away, extended
Did my time. New
Travel time, open world.
Have you safely in my soul.
I carry you with me until the curtain falls.
I carry you with me until the curtain falls ...

I see your familiar face,
heard your voice, feel your spirit.
You will always be with me,
in every breath, every thought,
and every memory of all the beloved people
are gone this path before me.

Farewell to the reunion!

***
Kathy

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[Buffy] lonely thoughts

Title: lonely thoughts
Author: Kathy
Date: October 2001
Genre: 16 years
rights: Now who has that? The lord and master Joss Whedon ;-)
Category: BtVS / a few small thoughts
slash Characters: Ethan / Giles
Spoiler: 4th Season sometime after Metamorphoses
Content: Ethan come over night in the solitude of his prison cell, old memories.
Comment: Giles and Ethan are a really interesting team, with which you, as in this case, from and so does his thoughts.
Feedback: .... would be very interested and happy. Thank you already sometimes .....

* * lonely thoughts

screams echoed through the long corridors. Sobbing came through the door of the cell next door. Sounds of a peaceful night in the incident moonlight. As in most nights, when he was awake and could not sleep. Hours in which his most unusual memories came that looked amazingly real, and raised in these four walls close to life. The long-forgotten desires and longings aroused him and led his real solitude in mind.

***

the head from the rough wall of his cell, leaning, Ethan fixed the big scar in the crook of his left arm. Lost in thought, his fingers crossed the hard, wiped out and felt the shape of the symbol that it once represented. He drove slowly over each bump in the skin. Signed the no longer existing circles and lines, and remembered the evening when he was the symbol etched into the skin. On the night as Eyghon after them and was killed after another in a cruel manner. Of course he was happy in retrospect that this had put an end, and the demon was destroyed. To him at that time, this scar and a tattoo of new characters in the neck of the hunter saved his life. It was just a pity that the scar was so ugly and in no way more reminiscent of old times. The only thing here in this place, unlike the tattoos on various body parts of all the crazy, sick, imprisoned monsters that would have real meaning. Almost tenderly stroked

Ethan again with your thumb over it and closed his eyes. He remembered the night when the soft, bright spots of his skin vacuumed up with the specially-mixed tincture the Mark of Eyghon in itself. Because as the body was hanging intoxicated by a drug cocktail in a pleasant, leaden limbo. Rupert's green eyes as he carefully scrutinized and his fingers touched it. At that moment, nor to right or wrong doubts, but essential took over for both of the first step for this symbol of power. He felt the slight tingle rising as helping hands it got rid of his shirt and his wrist was gripped hard. He found himself raising his eyes again and look directly the passionate, brilliant eyes of his friend before him. He discovered the typical, mischievous, knowing grin of the Ripper's in it and the twitch of his mouth hot as the first needle painfully slowly drilled into the yielding flesh of his arm. Then again was pulled out carefully, in addition to stab again. Over and over again until the first tiny arc assumed its form. He could feel his warm breath and the joy of pain preparatory goings see in his face. He could hear the wild beating of the heart in the ear, shaking saw the strange, yet so familiar hand slightly. Finger rest sought and gently slid along the arm, armed with needles before their work artistically continued. Relish every bar and arch worked and never rested until the time was perfect.

He felt the glorious, burning pain as he gently brushed his hands over the finished work and his own tightly closed around the wrists of his friend. Again he looked into green eyes, but this time in greedy expectation lit up and could not wait to see the symbol on your body.

A smile was in his face as Rupert's shirt fell to the ground, he dug the first, painful sting of the hot needle into his flesh. The determining factor, he held the wrist wrapped vigorous, as the friend with a soft groan startled. Satisfied, he registered with each pass, such as Rupert the pain and found they both enjoyed their pleasure in it. Piece by piece he cut arcs and lines in his arms, watched the plays take shape and the corners of his mouth twitched comparison with each stitch. The muscles of the upper arm is automatically hooked and unintentionally, had slipped sources puncture warm blood out. A small trickle of the red arm ran along the shape of the character. Fascinated followed his finger Underlining the bloody trail to the wrist. A glance told him upright again the confusion and at the same time well-being of his friend. He felt his trembling at this touch, a wincing as his lips the blood flow stopped and the tongue umstrich the freshly tattooed times. Our own joyful surprise when suddenly a hot hand research in his neck and went to stop seeking buried in his hair.

At that moment he forgot everything and everyone around him. An unintended, emerging excitement reached for him. There was just the two and this heady feeling. Groaning, he enjoyed the painful massaging pressure, the strong grip of foreign authorities and flooding it with this, nurturing shower. With closed eyes, he gave himself entirely to this feeling, enjoying every little touch and wanted much more - all wanted from this moment ...

***

breathing heavily Ethan opened his eyes, felt the stinging pain of his own fingernails in the flesh of the hardened scar and the violent roar of his, rubbed on the wall behind the head. Startled, he sat up. Chasing dreams memories - fantasy to reality. A tremor ran through

his body. Was all this really happened then? Earlier this was more than friendship between them?

What was what it in all between operating time and again in Giles' area? As for himself to this place yet so much of him fascinated and haunted him in all those sleepless nights with memories of their time.

deep inside him knew it Ethan, knew it since the first day of its meeting and still. Yet he still tried to force him to banish the image from his brain. Only no matter how - again and again when he forbade himself to think they were there in his mind, watched, touched and punished him. It - the green, glowing eyes of the passionate former friend - which he probably could never forget in his life. Him in the solitude of his cell to his only true, repressed and never avowed affection remembered. At the very feeling of the people he wanted to impress and always be superior, but never would have grown.

> END \u0026lt;

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NCIS [NCIS] There was a time ...

Title: There was a time ...
Review: from "Temptation - Part 1" + "Part 2"
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Pairing: Gibbs / Jen (Jibbbs)
Category: SC
Content: Paris Summer 1999: The result of an unsuccessful chase.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: Please not be disappointed, because it has become for the moment too long for a happy ending. For this thing I think about what it Jenny then employed may be added, Gibbs "No" not acceptable. Maybe you like it so anyway ...

Quote: Episode 5x09 (Wanted & Found)
Gibbs: "Paris, if you do not the hospitals and chases einrechnest."
Jen: "There was a time when eh ;. tte I asked you to stay and it is not accepted if you would have said No "

* There was a time ... *

Paris summer 1999

The night had fallen. Rain water streets glistened in the glow of street lights. The air was warm and humid. Dense rain wrapped Paris in a gray veil. The lights of the Eiffel Tower lit blurred over the rooftops of the city. Only few people scurried about the streets and rushed to get to dry land. A black Mercedes shot without regard for losses from the direction of the Place de la Concorde and the Champs-Elysees on to the Arc de Triomphe. His tires spun on water fountains and small tidal waves spilled over the curbs on the sidewalks. It was like a water fight, him as a blue Citroen, formally the exhaust adhesive, followed, and also missed no puddle. A spontaneous, risky maneuvers of the following Citroen Mercedes brought him into trouble. Loud screeching tires spun on new water and let the driver of the Citroen cursing the car business. Everything went very quickly. Fractional seconds, in which the cars roared again in a different direction thereof. Again, the Citroen driver had to muster all his skills to follow the Mercedes. Across side streets and small alleys. Always with a glance in the rearview mirror, so as not to persecution of the Gendarmerie be.

run over a red traffic light, a suddenly-emerging from the truck side, and the lightning-fast crossing an intersection all were one. The rain pattered still angry at the world and by requiring the windshield wipers was expressed. Just before a large mail box of the Citroen was squeaky, operating with a violent jerk, standing.

"Damn!" Cursed a female voice and furiously beat laid a hand on the steering wheel. "We lost him. A week observe for free. "

" It was not your Guilt, Jen, "replied a male voice next to her. "It was unfortunate that he has discovered us."

"It was not. And you know it, Jethro, "said the red-haired woman angry and wanted to go back a return to a new beat on the steering wheel. Shortly before the crash but was held back by the strong grip of his hand. "Hey, that helps us now on either. You save your energy for the next time. "

Outraged Jen Jethro sparkled with a frown. It was her case. Your task this guy to bring down their fault and that he had escaped them now. "If there is a next time," she hissed at him almost defiantly and even resented him immediately afterwards about their reaction. But she was ambitious, wanted to be perfect and put his foot in particular, for anything in the world, Jethro. It was like an arms race. An arms race she ever faster, ever higher and ever impelled to prove to him. to show him what was in it. A smile flitted across

Jethro's face and his blue eyes watched carefully his partner. Although it was good, really good, they still had a lot of learn. Above all she had to work around will get quiet and with disappointment to. No easy task, as he knew. She could be quite dynamic. A property that was not advantageous to him, however, as he again had to admit, very alluring. It cost him much to overcome powerful, they take at this moment not just in the arm. to kiss her and tell her that they would hammer out the common already. But he was very professional, not to know that it would not make the whole thing easier. Quite the contrary. Instead, he still held her hand, pressed she for a moment a little harder and gave them free again.

confused by his penetrating gaze that she could hardly be interpreted and with which he is every single time she managed to completely mess up, Jen put her hands back in the driving seat with a sigh. She still felt the pressure of his hand, and the pleasant, thrilling, warm feel what she felt it. She wished he would jump over his shadow and keep not only their single source. But Jen knew their relationship was complicated enough that they had to enjoy every little moment with him.
"You're probably right," she finally admitted the car and headed back to the road. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his nod of contentment and annoyed inwardly a little, he voted so quickly to have. But they realized that they currently do nothing more could and had to wait for a new opportunity to the driver of the Mercedes thing to tie up. In situations like these, it was aware of how superior Jethro her through his experience was sometimes. But there were moments in which she understood him to be clearly superior as a woman.

glided without further incident of Citroen by the wet Its streets - the city back to its starting point back to a small hotel, secluded in a side street near the Louvre. Silently, the two climbed out and hurried as dry as possible to get into the hotel lobby.

"And you really want to bring only the documents?" Asked Jen Jethro, as they both entered the elevator, challenging and also a little excited. The rest of the car they had stuck to their own thoughts and hardly spoke. Only the most necessary, official things, nothing personal. A habit they both share. No private matters during the service. But upon entering the hotel ended this and gave them the opportunity to get closer involved with each other. Closer to something they both wanted and enjoyed. To something that she was willing to give him and he seemed to have been looking for.

Jethro heard his heart beating faster, faster even than a few moments in the chase. He felt her close-conscious than in the car. He could smell her perfume intense than a few hours. Still, he said Jen with a short, clear "Yes" and had noticed her disappointed face. He saw how she moved her lips, was about to reply, but by the suddenly opening door of the elevator was blocked. It hurt him to see them that way. Their disappointment, because of his indecision. Jethro knew it was wrong what he did and they deserved more. It was one thing to have sex, but to work together and to talk to each other completely different. And talk, especially with women, has never been his strength.

Jen came in silence a few steps back when a woman came in with a dog and the door is closed again. She heard the rumbling of the small dog and had to smile when she saw Jethro stern look that made the woman leave the elevator on the next floor quickly. Nevertheless, it was hard for her to hide her disappointment. Basically, they had a different reaction to their indirect question whether he will remain perhaps hoped. Since their first night together was some time has passed since then and he gave her more or less. Jen had no idea why. However, there was no question for them to ask him, knowing in advance that he would give her an answer. Rather, they wanted him back very close to themselves and around have. Just feel it and feel it. Without questions, without answers and without obligations to both.

eyes lowered, Jen came shortly before Jethro out of the elevator. Then they punished the shoulders, took a deep breath and opened the door of her room. Seductively put her head in her neck, she turned to him and leaned against the door frame. Would he be Yes, that was actually a 'no' to their unspoken question right, but perhaps change to? Jen had had from the outset no intention to accept his answer. But they were already in the past few weeks at hand. For a long time back it was too late that he had to know. And when she felt his critical eye on her body, she smiled triumphantly to himself.

observed little bit confused about Jethro, as Jenny stood in the door and suddenly everything else seemed disappointed. On the contrary, he saw a seductive determination in her face, which earned him a pleasant tingle. He admired her shimmering red hair, her shapely curves and her seductive look, with whom she had seen once before to take him prisoner. Try to keep a straight face, he stepped up to her and wanted to use the words, "I'll then multiply by the Act." Connect past her, when she suddenly took her hand and pulled itself. With the free hand they still went under his shirt and whispered conspiratorially in his ear, "Do" I'm sorry. Which is already in the car all the time. "

" Oh, "exclaimed Jethro there at the pleasant touch and he felt as he ran through an expectant showers. Same time, he suddenly realized how skillfully played Jenny all the time with him. How skillfully she understood him to . Lure Should he have been disappointed in her yet? They learned faster than expected? Was she thinking now it already? To get it to break his head, he had no time. For their fingers demanding went on tour, when she gently, but dominant, pushed into the hotel room.
Jethro's initial resistance gave more and more as they clearly took the lead.
Jen pushed with his foot to the door as she gently pulled the pistol from his holster and then slowly opened one after another button on his shirt. "Will you still go? "he heard her ask challenging and felt unable to respond when her fingers were already bolder.
The only answer he could give her on it, was a firm grip around her waist, which he drew her passionately in itself and for this night was no longer free. * END *

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NCIS [NCIS] Temptation - Part 2

Title: Temptation - Part 2
Continued: of "Temptation - Part 1"
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
People: Jen
Pairing: Gibbs / Jen (Jibbbs)
Category: Drama
Content: Referring to the episode 5x09 (Wanted & Found)
The scene between Gibbs and Jenny in her house, from the perspective of Jen and a piece beyond.
Disclaimer: The characters of the story based on the series "NCIS" (engl. title: NCIS), produced by Donald P. Bellisario (Belisarius Productions) and broadcast on CBS in the original. The story was the sheer fun of the series and to write. It is used for commercial purposes. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: crackled This episode is so great between the two, that I simply had to make a few thoughts.

* Temptation - Part 2 *

Jenny stood in silence at the door and watched Gibbs' conversation with the boy. It was incredible how well he could deal with children. How he managed to win her for himself. Them of any fear and awe. A gentle smile was on her face. Dreamy they lost in this picture and for a moment she wished to be able to capture this scene forever. There was so much warmth, confidence and trust in it. Jenny could not remember when she felt the atmosphere was the last time in this house. At another time, in another life, this moment could have been the most natural thing in the world. A man, a child - maybe a conversation between father and son - a family. But it was not by far. Quite the contrary. Why they threw the story of the boy so much from the train? Where their usual sobriety was gone? What was only with her? Frightened by their rambling thoughts so they broke it again when she saw Gibbs approaching. "I had forgotten," she gave him to understand.

"What?" He asked, not understanding a fixed gaze on her.

With a pensive smile she replied: ". How well do you understand with children"
being slightly embarrassed, knowing smile, head down, they did get goose bumps. Would she ever be able to resist this man? Therefore, they quickly asked about finding back: "Do you think he knows more than he tells us,"

"He's worried about his dad, so he does not want to sleep," replied Gibbs.

"And now he does not have to worry ......", presented Jenny, after conducting a brief glance at the boy who is sleeping, and whispered with a satisfied grin. Slowly, she turned to go, as they quietly behind Gibbs heard asking: "Shall we let him sleep here or ...?", Before he could ask the question over, Jenny shook her head and pointed with a gesture to the top. "You're right, so comfortable is not the old sofa. If you ask him could get high. "

With a nod he gave her his coat and pulled Carson, carrying in her arms, from the study. Rasch was preceded by Jenny. She put Gibbs' jacket at the half over the railing of the stairs and then opened in the upper floor, the door to the guest room, where already a large rustic bed waiting for his young guest bedroom. Quietly she stepped aside. She watched attentively as Gibbs the sleeping boy gently placed in the bed and covered up his caring. Again they came over to hold a deep sense of affection and desire this scene. A feeling that they did not previously and which caused her some anxiety. She almost felt himself caught, as Gibbs again stood next to her and replied with his piercing blue eyes, their silent gaze. By going to Gibbs, Jenny looked again to Carson and then pulled the door quietly shut. She slowly stepped back towards Gibbs and stroked his grateful smile on his arm. A pulse that could not resist it and they, slightly trembling, his whole body felt. For a moment she was on the verge to throw all reason to the winds and devote himself entirely to this feeling. Ask him to stay. For this night. Forever. But in the end it lacked the courage and she turned away in silence.

When she saw Gibbs on the stairs beside her, she turned again to go up and heard him say reassuringly. "It is already clear"

light absorbed in thought, Jenny nodded to him and said it at last, even if it does not really say this was what she wanted: "It's pretty long ago. We ... together outside the office. "They did not know if she could expect a reply from him and saw him take his coat before he briefly with the words, "Paris, if you do not the hospitals and chases einrechnest" stopped.

"I do not," she replied in a quiet voice and heard themselves, their words very well aware of your thoughts. "There was a time when I would have asked you to stay and it is not accepted if you said no to have." It was the desire, the beautiful thought that was suddenly independent and when they would have had the courage in a different formulation actually more like a pleading call would have been equivalent.

He seemed irritated but not surprised, and therefore met Gibbs' clear "No!" it harder than expected. It hurt, damn it hurt. It was impossible to read it in his blue eyes. Just as they could indicate this, and everything meaningless, conspiratorial grin on his face. What did it mean? What did they expect from it? Did it ever again, something to expect from him? And above all she really wanted to expect from him? Disappointed, she looked at him and wanted to know: "What happened, Jethro?"

"You've decided you" broke his word to her ear and attacked at once, like a cold hand on their heart. Jenny had to swallow, for he was right. Finally, they were her own words with which they at the beginning of her job as director, Gibbs made it absolutely clear that there would be something private out of the office ever again. Her words to which he, to its regret, strictly kept. A mistake, a big mistake, as they had to admit now, however, and a realization that made it difficult for her to get up this rule.

Although it sounded like a bland excuse as an excuse, more to herself than to him, Jenny Gibbs replied almost apologetically, "I could only do what was best for me. I still do. " Deep down inside they knew, however, that the decision to go to him then and today have anything but the best for she was. It was perhaps the best for their jobs, their careers and for their ego, but not for their soul. A fact that she has not facilitated to jump over their own shadow to stop Gibbs.

Jenny saw his mysterious smile, which she could not read easily, and express my wish something can be. Something, something that could express what they really wanted. But she did not succeed and you had no other choice than to accept that he went without another word.

looked motionless them some time to those who have fallen behind him in the lock, heavy front door. A cold wind made them shiver shoulders contract and close the sad eyes. Only the ticking of a large wall clock came through the lonely silence of the house. Quiet sigh, she tried to shake off the confusing feelings. A voice advised her to follow him and stopped. But the reason, her cursed reason, they stopped them. Only after a while they broke away from the immobility and walked slowly to her study. Sparsely was the light of the hallway on a bottle of Scotch on the edge of the desk and the temptation, all the mixed up mind to push through a sip of biting, soothing brown liquid aside, was great. But no. Shaking her head, she decided against it. Finally, she was not alone in the house. Since ancient times was the house were met this evening to life and she felt comfortable about it, well like not for long.

It was late and even though it was a tough day, she could not sleep. She was too upset and confused. Thoughtfully, she settled in a large chair, fall against the sofa, and rigidly observed the flickering of the fire. Even if she wanted to cry, about himself and the fact for their feelings about Gibbs always like standing in the way she held the tears back but brave. No, she would not weep for him! Not here, not now. Never tried they persuade her moist eyes and closed firmly. Images of the past flashed briefly past her ... Cars, screeching tires, the rain-soaked streets of Paris, a small room in the dim light of a street lamp, his laughter, their shared passion and a sense of security in his arms. More than six years had passed. Beautiful memories that they consulted more often for some time and they had actually allowed near him. They locked inside them.

deep breath after a while Jenny opened her eyes and tried desperately to shake off their troubled thoughts. A smile flitted across her face shortly afterwards, when they out thought how Carson came into her house and with an astonished, "Wow!", which her father collected antiques appraised. His childlike enthusiasm was downright pending and before they could be fitted properly, she found herself in a conversation about compasses, old maps and antique weapons again. She looked exactly the stunned faces of their housekeeper, as she, a little unsure, standing on a chair, the big old world of her father fished from the cabinet. The good woman was already more than surprised when she brought the boy to be home. have made a finding that Jenny, in addition to their own surprise, this decision immediately without concern to affected and thoughtful made. It was the same stunned expression as she had a few hours, in Gibbs' eyes seen. Was it so unusual that they agreed ready for it? Do not you dare you to take care of a child? Why had the feeling that they do not understand? She looked exactly Gibbs' requesting expression in the eyes, told her how much he would have the boys themselves to be taken, but it did not, it could not, therefore, the decision left her. Why did he do that? Had he known that she would react this way? Or was it just a test, how they would react? A test of who would gain the upper hand in this situation? Jenny or director Shepard? She did not and would not know probably is. You just knew when she saw the spirit of the peaceful sleeping boy before that it was the right decision. And they fervently hoped that everything would clear up as quickly as possible and he could return home to his family.
Whereby Jen had to admit honestly that they wondered afterwards how she could make this decision so quickly. Where was the sober, superior Jenny? The Jenny, who almost never allowed himself to take a decision from the belly to take out? And it was clearly a gut decision. Jenny was aware that it was silly, but maybe it was a little to the newspaper article and is secretly delighted to see read that Lt. Col. man from Gibbs' life seemed gone. It was almost like an inner impulse, when he turned up at that exact moment in her office, and she saw the opportunity to show him another side of director Shepard.

The joints loosening, she put in a piece of comfortable chairs and pulled up a stool, place the legs approach. Then she closed her eyes again and listened to the faint crackling of the fire. Re-emerged Gibbs' face in front of her. His face, which was able to express so much without one, however, say exactly what he thought. His blue eyes that were so unfathomable and managed to one with a View the floor to steal under their feet. Her forehead wrinkles and retreated to the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as she wondered again if it was really right to let him go back then. It was long ago and it finally did that, when she returned to DC as his boss, no return for both of them would. Their rekindled feelings for him, and the associated underlying jealousy that she felt bound, when he was together with Hollis, made it any easier. Therefore, to read the inner satisfaction that the woman several thousand miles away from here and you no longer stood in the way. Silly, naive thoughts that Jenny really did not want to allow as they did not in any way what was between the two, or was not. And yet she could not defend themselves against it, for the hope remained. The hope of admitting something they did not dare. To something that they had given up because of her career and love again wanted. A hope of love, security and trust. To something that Gibbs had what they both already had and lost. To something that she was gradually inwardly ready to give him another.

Jenny shrugged eyelids and her mouth opened to a soft sigh as she heard the question in my mind Carson at dinner: "Did you know children?" And the boy's question at the next Breath but immediately answered himself, "But I believe rather not, as it looks here." Was it really so obvious? Yes, how did it themselves. After all, had, since she moved into her parents' house back, nothing changed Great.
Although they have hardly anything regretted in their lives. Your decisions and objectives are well thought out and were planned in a way, probably came to her now and then doubt. Doubt whether it was all worth it. Doubt whether they wanted to spend the rest of their lives as well. Especially in situations like these, they were particularly strong, and gnawed, as in an open wound on her. The question was whether she wanted to have children, for they never for debate. Rather, it appeared to her in past years more and more of a hindrance. But times, the wishes and feelings would change, as they had to learn painfully. Only it was too late for it now and the sad realization that fact alone, Gibbs probably never understand correctly, did the rest.


*** The next morning,

A noise, followed by an unpleasant, stinging pain, was startled Jenny. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked into Carson's grinning face.
"Did you sleep around here all night?", He wanted to know something incredulous. Fully

stiff and tired Jenny taught slowly to the chair and looked around: "Uhm ... think so, "put them firmly with aching limbs.

very cavalier gave Carson Jenny's hand and helped her out of the chair. Astute, he looked at her, "Did you scared that I get out?"

"No," she said at once, and tried to sit up reckend what was not so simple. ". I sat down and fell asleep apparently"

With a simple "Ah so", the matter was dismissed as to him and he rubbed his sleepy eyes, "there you have breakfast? I have indeed ravenous. The burger of the evening did not last long. "

" Sure thing, "she replied without hesitation was, but far from certain what they would find in the kitchen. Jenny could not remember when she had breakfast the last time at home, let himself was shopping and filled her refrigerator. But her housekeeper was responsible.

know "what? Go, but just before been to the kitchen, "she said. "I'm moving fast, and then we'll see what's for breakfast."
nodded Carson made his way and left her alone.

When Jenny moved appeared in her kitchen, the boy had been scheduled coffee. Surprised and pleased to same, she looked at him: "Is about me," Carson nodded

with a big smile, her large, colorful cup presented the nose and filled them. Visibly stunned Jenny looked between the boys and the cup back and forth. First, she could not remember at all those cups in their cupboards and secondly, they found it delicious to be served by a young man. No matter that it's been an eternity ago was that they even had breakfast with someone, let alone a male person completely.

"I'll do on the weekend at home for my dad and my mom ever," Carson told proudly and sat expectantly beside her at the table. "And what you have to offer tasty?" He asked, looking around curiously.

"Uhm ... yes, "Jenny began with a perplexed look through their clean, neat, tidy kitchen. "How about ...?"

" Pancakes! "Carson ended the question and enthusiastically jumped from his chair. "Then I had an appetite. Do you? "

" Yes, why not? "She replied a little unsure, and hoped fervently that their housekeeper would show up soon, because her cooking skills were rusty significantly in recent years.
Why just pancakes? She had no idea when they had eaten the last time which made much less.

Carson, however, was a very smart guy and saw her look at what was going on at once: "Do not worry if you have eggs, milk, and flour, I make us very quickly. You need to tell me just where is what. "

To make a fool not more, Jenny had to quickly improvise a bit and headed purposefully towards a kitchen cabinet. There she was, fortunately, most of the ingredients at once. Visibly thrilled as he watched Carson in no time all stirred together and then gave her clear instructions on how to turn the dough in a pan in delicious pancakes. After Jenny even a bottle of maple syrup in her kitchen discovered, and they both relish chewing at the kitchen table were she wanted to know like: "Learn to be also arranged it for the Boy Scouts has

negative shook Carson's head," making pancakes I My Mom taught. She always says: A man must also be able to cook, "and remarked with a mischievous grin and a knowing tone," Besides, you can impress women so real "

This was clearly too much!.. Jenny almost choked laughing on a piece of pancake. "Oh yes, and that you have really done", they were too excited at the same time, remembering how often Gibbs them during their time together was spoiled with delicious things. Your personally was never really cooking, but it was just too impatient.

satisfied with the boy pushed the last bit into her mouth and looked at Jenny attention from the side. His chin resting on his hand, he tilted his head slightly inclined and asked straight out: "Why do you really have no children"

Since she was. The question that had the night before to facilitate Jens vanished into thin air, but now was again answered in the space. Jenny did not feel entirely comfortable in their skin. Each time no matter how high-ranking officer or politician, it was easily done, but the boy managed to bring these together with a single question from the concept. "Well ...", she tried, as diplomatic as possible to find an answer," There was never the right opportunity. "

" The right opportunity? "Carson wrinkled his brow thoughtfully. He did not understand. Either they wanted children or any children you wanted? That was not a question of opportunity.
"Have you ever thought about it?"

Jenny raised her eyebrows and felt a little in the Cornered. With a starting "Well ...", she already took a deep breath and its search for an explanation, as Carson has dug further. "Are you and Agent Gibbs actually ....? You know? "

Challenging Carson saw her curiously, his dark eyes, and look forward to chewing his lower lip. You could say it literally, that he enjoyed making Jenny feel to the tooth.

"How do you say that?", He slipped out of her bear, even though they wanted to respond far more indignant. Therefore, she added quickly: "And by the way, I do not know what the concerns you, young man!"

"Oh, I thought so," he said mischievously and lifted, thus reaffirming his next words, his hands slightly. "You're an attractive woman and it could have been so ...."

with raised coffee cup Jenny Carson saw at once speechless and brought only a confused," Oh thank you. "Forth. What Gibbs did yesterday evening but with the same, Ziva and DiNozzo would have said right? Gradually she understood the remark, and they also had to give law.
After she had collected again, they tried a statement that sounded anything but convincing. "Agent Gibbs and I work in a team. We communicate with each other purely official. "Oh God, what was wrong with her? It justified itself before a child for a relationship to Gibbs, they had not. It was time for them to again concentrate on the essentials before they completely lost the ground under their feet, and anything said what she regretted afterwards.

Carson took a sip of milk and twitched slightly with the nose: "Agent Gibbs, actually, children," he asked curiously next.

"No," he gave a clear, abrupt response from Jenny, who got up angry and visibly clearing away the dishes. So cute the boy was so annoying he could be, and Jenny had to control himself to stay calm.

As the director of the topic seemed to be uncomfortable, and Carson with his curiosity did not want to talk more about his neck, he was now prefer the mouth. However, he added, modified or added with conviction: ". Too bad, because I think he would certainly have been a great father"

"Yes he was intended," Jenny remarked in his thoughts mostly to himself and overlooked the bemused Carson's view who had not the faintest idea what effect he left with his involuntary presence at all concerned.

> END \u0026lt;

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[Buffy] vs. Giles. Dracula

itle: vs. Giles. Dracula Fan
dom: Buffy - The Vampire Slayer
Author: 5 :
Kathy Genre:
16 years Category:
BtVS / thoughts, erotic Characters: Giles
Spoiler Season, Episode 1, "Buffy vs. Dracula."
rights: all Buffy characters, of course Joss Whedon + another, and the playmates of course the Count Dracula and Bram Stoker
Content: Giles' diary entry of an unexpected, sensual experience (the somewhat modified the form of Jonathan Harker's diary entry from Bram Stoker's "Dracula")
Comment: The scene with Giles and the wild women was so brilliant that you just highlight the detail and must enjoy.
quotes Giles: "I would definitely not get away ..." - "I would have just destroyed, if Riley had not bothered me ...." -" I knew one hundred percent of what I did!

* vs. Giles. Dracula *

playmates: "You yourself never loved, never you love!"

Dracula, "Yes, I too can love, you know it yourself from the past.
Is not it so? So, I promise you when I'm done with him,
you shall kiss him at will ... "

> Bram Stoker \u0026lt;

***

grinning dreamily transfigured with Giles limped slowly look to his apartment. The whole trip was all about wise-cracking sayings of Buffy and Riley rebounded to him, a protective reaction from his touches of embarrassing and lasting effect perceived euphoria. Even Xander had him moaning in that moment completely cold, as well as everything else around them. No thoughts of the past - no thought of what lies ahead. His mind was literally next to his body and he enjoyed the persistent state of uncertainty felt in full. Even the fact of the Dracula legend faced and defeated them to have had him only half aware. Solely the seductive touch of his playmates were stuck in his head and limbs, winged his lonely soul and intoxicated the mind, as he later immortalized the memories and feelings in his diary.

***

... No way I would have dared to believe something like this ... But even still I gain new knowledge about certain things that confuse me. So far, I've never known quite what Shakespeare meant when he was spoken to Hamlet:

! Ago blackboard, I have to's write "

But at that moment, I I feel as if my body including the mind in a different time period and been completely put out of joint, as that shock had occurred, one by his own desire to be involuntarily can and must lead in their own destruction, I feel bound to reach for my journal. It is associated with a weak attempt to silence and to try to think, because I am just too surreal.

We were, as so often, looking for the indication of something out of the ordinary, until we found it in the form of a castle. This castle which did not belong to this place, not in this world. Which exerted a special fascination and almost became my undoing.
I remember some vague way, but on some things very well ...

... I leaned against a door, pushed it and got the ground under their feet. I felt the hard impact, dust went in my nose, the slippage of the glasses on his nose. Dub!, I scolded myself, but at least I passed out and not considered the aching bones. I slowly turned around. A sense told me I was not alone.

The room was empty but still, dimly dark when I fell into it, I wondered. Then I was in the incident light on the dusty ground to recognize my own impressions, as in the glow seemed to me to about three young women. Women's, judging by their clothes. Wonderful Creatures - which I was familiar from stories and books. The infamous playmates of the count, the - as I have always thought - were only a myth. In the first moment I saw her I thought it was just a dream. A dream from which I would probably wake up the same, but as the light of the hallway they Anschi from behind, they threw to my horror, no shadows. They came to me, looked at me for a while and whispering to each other.

Two of them were dark-haired, had high noses, just as I was already known by many pictures. Dark, piercing eyes, in contrast to surviving records in fact were almost red. The other was fair - or no, does it? As far as I know she would have actually meant to be, but no - it was also ...? And, the role already played the color of their hair? But her face, it seemed somehow familiar. And in conjunction with a fear of a hidden and repressed desire that I had once lived and replaced a long time. I have in me at this moment would not and could not remember.

All beams at me, with dazzling white teeth that flashed me against dangerous and stood out against the deep red of her full lips. They radiated something which I discomfort and anxiety but at the same time request prepared. I felt on my body a mad, burning desire. A greed that was begging to be touched by them and kissed.

I heard them whispering to each other and then laugh. No natural, yet seductive, hard laugh, as it could never really come across the soft lips of a man. A laugh that I had so far never consciously perceived. It was like the intolerable, tingling sound of a water-filled glass, when skillful fingers hovered around the edge.

The blond girl - yes, I remember again, she was actually blonde - played on my wrist and sucked onto it, while the dark-haired directly with her seductive red dress and tight thighs sat up and my neck along with the other lobe explored. Oh-uh-ah ... What a feeling - stunning, sensual and ticklish - schööön ... Hardly, and certainly not really describe.

me it was not possible to take a clear thought, let alone to calm my heart, or keep the breath evenly. I had them unfounded - defenseless - Unprotected delivered and heard only vague whisper their votes. "He is attractive and strong, there are kisses for us all there."
words that confused me, flattered me, but at the same time and helped them deliver my body

I tried to stand up and lay. .. simultaneously petrified, torn as a greedy hands of my shirt in agonizing anticipation followed my eyes, stroking, scratching, every inch of skin exploratory fingers I felt the weight and realize smooth motion of a dark-haired beauty on me as the blonde girl - is bending over me - Next to me dropped to his knees. Both grazing is really from tip-toe up to me. Alternately, I felt her lips, her tongue and teeth on my skin, while at the same time I felt the cool breath of the third in the league close to my neck and ears could. A fearful chill, followed by warm, expectant shudder ran through my body.

Intentional voluptuousness which was both exciting and repulsive, filled the room, leaving me always will-less, greedy after their touch. I opened my eyes closed and looked into one of their eager faces looked like they the red lips like an animal licking and shone the sharp white teeth. It was like a noise as they head deeper and deeper, closer to me and lowered her lips from my mouth on down, was on my chin to just walk on my throat. My fingers searched in vain for support in the dusty, hard ground as they were already taken and gently nibbling, caressing with small bites.

The lips on my throat suddenly stopped and I heard the sound of a tongue that licked his lips and teeth and felt again the cold my breath taken her breath. same I deeply felt a tiny, painful, seductive bite in my toe. Cold finger, the hidden places and explored in my loins pulsating excitement almost brought to explode, but at the same time knew that it was only the beginning of the game.

game my heart was beating against the chest and the blood rushing through his veins, as his lips began at my neck, the skin on my throat to get the tingle. A tingling, coming closer and closer feeling that could withstand the expectation of even more of their intoxicating caresses little.

Then I felt the gentle, tremulous touch on the lips on the sensitive skin of my throat, my own joyful, expectant, not to tremble, and suppressing the harsh impressions of two sharp teeth, which glided smoothly over my skin.

I closed my eyes wanted to die at that moment, never wanted to wake up and waited - waited with beating heart ...

But then I suddenly heard a noise. A voice called out my name and feeling bad disillusionment and simultaneous deep disappointment through me fired. I was the presence of Riley's and my salvation from this terrible, destructive creatures aware, even if my body wants to loose the other hand, struggled with pain and she bristled with frustrated growl. When I opened my eyes, I saw a peg on my page go to the ground, but I let him lie. I did not do as a man capable of these creatures something, even if it had been my duty as a guard. Very difficult - physically reluctantly - I was able to scare me, raise me and handed me the hand up, back to reality, . Pull up My shoe, my missing shoe!, Was the only clear idea of where I was capable of at this moment. A good reason - a selfish desire to jump back and started at an end. But it was too late and over. An intoxicating, sensual moment of human desire - an experience of his own weakness - a false belief that we really know what I did ...

> END \u0026lt;

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