speaker_to_customers | Gratuituous smut post.

Okay, I'm posting way, way, too much today, but what the Hell. Feel like it. Here is a bit of smut that will feature in Chapter 13 of "It's Got to be Perfect". Not beta-read yet, so the final version may differ. Giles/Harmony.

“The hair on your chest is grey,” Harmony remarked, trailing her fingers lightly from one of his nipples to the other. “Kinda cute.”

Giles winced. The reminder of his age was not welcome.

She lowered her head to his chest and sucked a nipple gently into her mouth. That was welcome. “Is it a British thing?” she asked, raising her head again.

“Grey chest hair?” Giles wondered, rather puzzled at her comment.

“No, silly,” she giggled. “Being fantastic in bed.” She lowered his head again, kissed his other nipple, and then laid her cheek on his chest and ran her fingers through his chest hair once more. “Mmmm. You kept me on the edge so long. When you let me come it was totally intense. More than intense. You make me feel all floaty and soft and warm and relaxed, but, you know, not sleepy, more kinda wired and talky. Feel so, so, good.” She raised herself up and looked into his eyes, her smile fading slightly. “Was I all right? I was a bit kinda wrapped up in myself, was it good for you?”

“Oh, most definitely,” Giles replied. In truth she had been nothing special. Not in the same league as Olivia, who had known a thousand ways to please a man in bed, and had been unstinting in using them. Harmony had hardly laid a hand on Giles other than to grip his shoulders tightly, and at one stage to clutch at his hair, and her mouth had touched only his lips. She had thought only of her own pleasure, and the muscle contractions that had finally given Giles his release had been purely involuntary.

Still, she was extremely pretty, her vocal commentary during the act had been flattering and very pleasing, and now in the afterglow she was eventually displaying some sensitivity and consideration. And a gentleman would never tell a lady that she was merely ordinary in bed. “You are quite delightful, my dear,” he said warmly, and kissed her.

She returned the kiss with passion. Her hand wandered down his torso and explored. “Hey, starting to recover,” she remarked after they broke the kiss. “Next time I’ll do more of the work, okay? I was a bit greedy, I know, but it was just so good I couldn’t think. So, is it a British thing? Something you learn, like that thing where you stick your finger out when you drink tea? ‘Cause, Spikey was great, and you’re amazing, but the other men I’ve had, hey, might as well not have bothered.”

"It's the tea," Giles told her, deadpan. "It has certain enhancing properties. When you Colonials dumped the tea into Boston harbour you doomed yourselves to centuries of unsatisfactory sex."

“Really?” she asked, wide-eyed. “Tea? That’s the British secret? Did you tell Xander about it? ‘Cause, Anya says he’s like super-good in bed too. Does he drink tea?”

Giles’ straight face wavered.

“You’re kidding me,” she complained. “Not fair. You’re all clever and know all sorts of stuff.” Her hand grasped him and squeezed gently. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry I teased you, Harmony,” he told her. He lifted himself up on one elbow and nuzzled her breast, finding a nipple and nibbling it briefly. “I suppose we’re just taught good manners. A gentleman endeavours to give satisfaction.”

“You sure did that.” Harmony’s squeeze turned into a rhythmic fondling. “Yeah, I think you’re ready to go again. You want to? Or you want something else, maybe?” She turned halfway round and began to run a trail of kisses from his chest to his belly. “Mmm, that looks so tasty.”

Giles felt a sudden stab of alarm, but it was quickly driven from his mind by what her lips and tongue were doing to him. “Yes, yes, that’s good,” he groaned. He reached out for her body, urging her to turn round further, and then put his own mouth to work.

“Oh, oh, yeah,” Harmony panted, lifting her head for a moment. “Not yet. Let me do it for you first. Want to be good for you. Want to taste you.” She dipped her head and went to work again.

Giles relaxed. He was now confident that she didn’t mean blood. This was something at which Harmony truly excelled, and he settled back to enjoy himself. He would repay the favour in a little while. Watcher, vampire, who cared? For now, he was simply a man and she was simply a woman.