You wrap your hands around the bars of your cage and test their strength against yours, for the thousandth time. You're not sure how long you've been kept here, days for sure, possibly weeks. Your only break in the isolation has been when your captors have brought you food, and to take pictures of you daily, no doubt to assure Oliver of your continued existence. You bang your head against the iron. You should have been more careful. You KNOW better. Now, they may be using you to trap Oliver into working for them. Or Oliver will refuse and you will be killed. Either way, you're berating yourself for letting this happen.

The door swings open and you are blinded by the bright light of your captor's camcorder. "Smile pretty Sunshine."

"Bite me." You walk away with your back to the camera and sit facing the far wall.

"Oh come on now, don't be like that. Your boyfriend wants to see your smile." You lean your head down on your knees and chew on your lip. You are angry, but you are also scared. "Don't screw this up now. You're close to going home. Don't start being difficult."

You grasp the metal tray they had brought your breakfast in on and fling it toward the bars. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

"That's our girl." You hear the smile in his voice. You turn away again, covering your face with your hands, trying desperately not to cry.

"You heard the lady." It is unmistakingly Oliver's voice. You whip your head around just in time to see the camcorder, light, and cameraman go skittering across the floor.

"Oliver!" You run up to the bars. He has the keys in his hand, fumbling them as he tries to unlock your cell. You are touching his face, his hair, making sure he is real. He won't look at you. Your tears are starting to fall, and you notice one falling down his cheek as well. He gets the door unlocked. You rush into his arms and he embraces you so hard you can scarcely breathe.

"Are you all right?!" You nod against his cheek, beyond the capability to speak right that moment. He takes your cheeks in his hands and kisses you deeply. "Can you keep it together just a little longer Love? We're not out of this yet."

You nod your head yes. "You're alone?"

"Our benevolent Employers wouldn't sanction a rescue mission. But I had to come."

You smile at him. "I knew you'd come."

"Yes, well I am afraid our friends out here probably figured I would too, which is why speed is of the essence."

"I'm so sorry."

"Stop. You were home. Your guard was understandably down. You couldn't have known." He hands you a sig sauer and wipes the tears from your cheeks. "Be brave my Love, we're almost home."

Oliver takes your hand and walks to the door. Once he is sure the hallway is clear, he jogs down it with you in tow. As he starts to round a corner, you hear voices and pull him back. He spots a small room to the side of the hall and gently pushes you toward it. Footsteps pass the door and Oliver holds your trembling body, placing kisses on your jaw and neck.

Soon you hear an alarm sound. "They must have discovered you gone."

"Now what?"

Oliver looks above your head. "Now that." You follow his gaze and spy a vent, high on the wall. Oliver reaches into his back pocket and removes a Swiss army knife. He uses it to pry off the vent's covering. He makes his hands into a step and then boosts you up into the shaft. It is dark and confined. Soon Oliver is beside you in the vent. He senses your discomfort. "It'll be okay Love. We will be okay. Just crawl. I will be right with you."

You move forward on your hands and knees into the claustrophobic blackness. "Turn right just up here Love. I can see light ahead." You do slowly, Oliver keeping a hand on your ankle to keep the connection that is preventing you from panicking.

You reach a wall with a thin crack of light beaming in at the bottom. Oliver squeezes past you and delivers a sharp kick toward it. A metal grating pops off. You shield your eyes from the bright sunlight, the first natural light you have seen in many days. Oliver dangles his feet off the side and jumps down. You then feel hands about your waist, lifting you down into his embrace. Once your eyes adjust, you see that you are in a field bordering the compound you have been held in for so long.

Oliver keeps his grip on your hand and breaks into a run across the field. His superior stride and your physical condition after your confinement make it hard for you to keep up with him. Twice you stumble, only to be caught by his strong hands. "Nearly there Love, hang on." On the other side of the field is a tall stone wall. Again he boosts you up, and then scrambles up after you. When you sit up on the top, you see his car parked just below. Oliver jumps down and you follow. He catches you and helps you to the car.

Oliver peels out and drives for two straight hours, not stopping until you are in the mountains, in one of your Employer's safehouses. He has suggested you go to bed and get some rest. You kissed him and thanked him for worrying, and for rescuing you. But, you want a shower. You'd boil yourself if you could to get the smell of that place off of your skin.

You turn the water on as hot as you can stand it and lather up head to toe. As you are applying a handful of shampoo to your hair, Oliver steps in behind you. His arms come around your waist, rubbing over your stomach with a washcloth as his lips bathe your neck in kisses...

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You take off your sunglasses and lean back against the centuries old pillar as the wind plays through your hair. You are on location with Adam filming his second internationally televised magic special. With an actual budget behind this one, the production has moved to Greece. As the crew sets up the lighting rigs on the other side of the hill, you have wandered slightly away to take in the remaining beauty that was once Delphi.

Standing amidst the ruins with nothing but the sound of the wind makes it easy to picture yourself back in that time. Faint and ghostlike, you can almost see women with elaborately braided hair wearing loose, long flowing gowns milling about the building foundations. You can pick up a creaking noise in the air caused by equally spectral soldiers in their armor.

You close your eyes again and the breeze seems to have picked up a distinct chill. When you look again, a loose flowing gown that fastens above only one shoulder has replaced your practical jeans and jacket. You gasp in surprise only to find a masculine hand creeping across your abdomen. You turn to look but catch only a glint of metal in the sunlight before there are lips on your own, kissing you wildly.

When you finally pull back for air, you find Adam Klaus' smiling face peeking out at you from under the helmet of an ancient Roman soldier. He fondly strokes your hair while you gaze up at him, more than a little confused by all of this. "Ada..."

"Shh," he presses his finger to your lips. "I'm not supposed to be here. My people...they will likely be attacking soon. We're being issued new orders come tomorrow. But I could not go through with my duty without knowing you were safe."

If you thought you were confused before, it's nothing compared to now. "I don't understand."

"I have to get you into hiding. I have to get you someplace safe. Once everything is over, I will come back for you."

A little way off, you can hear voices. They are speaking in a language you don't recognize and seem to be growing angrier by the minute. When a word that sounds remarkably like "Spartans" reaches your ears, you see Adam's eyes widen with fear.

He spots a cave a few hundred yards into the rocks surrounding the hill and leads you briskly towards it by the hand. He goes ahead of you into its dimness. A gap in the rock formation above allows enough light in to keep it from being pitch dark. The cave is not very deep but Adam pulls you to the back and sits you down on a large rock. He kneels before you and pulls a golden medallion from around his neck.

"Listen to me now," he says as he places it around your neck. "You must stay here until I come and get you. If you are found by my countrymen, you show them this and tell them you are the wife of a Roman soldier." His hands slide into your hair. His kiss is desperate, radiating his fear. Until now, you thought Adam was playing some sort of game with you but now...you begin to feel afraid yourself. A tremble passes through you. He seems to sense this and breaks the kiss, looking up at you with eyes tearing from the depth of emotion in him. "Don't be afraid my Love. Venus did not bring us together to have me lose you now." He sits on the floor of the cave and pulls you from the rock, into his lap. He resumes his kisses as he lays back, holding you atop himself...

"Love?" Adam's voice and his hand on your shoulder cause you to open your eyes. When you do, you find yourself slumped at the bottom of the pillar. "Did you fall asleep?"

You shake your head and stand, trying to wake up. "I...I suppose I must have. Weird."

"Are you having a good time?"

You nod. "It's like coming home again."

"It looked like whatever you were dreaming was pretty...intense. Was it a nightmare?"

"Not exactly." Your eyes scan the craggy rockface just ahead until they spot the cave opening. You eagerly grab Adam's hand. "Come here a minute."

"Where?" he asks as you lead him in tow towards the cave from your dream. You dart inside, Adam ducking to follow behind you. It is just as you had envisioned it.

"I...I just dreamt of this place!"

"Have you been here before?"

"No, I haven't." It is the honest truth, but at the moment, it feels like such a lie. As you take in more of the surroundings, you see that even the rock you had sat upon is here. You feel your knees buckle beneath you a bit.

"Whoa!" Adam quickly whisks you into his arms. "I've got you. Steady on a minute."

He sits you on the rock and kneels before you, keeping hold of your hands...just like your dream. You begin to tremble slightly. "Ow," he looks down and moves his knee. Underneath, he brushes some of the dirt away from the cave floor and something metal glints up. He uncovers it a bit more and is able to pull it up. It is a golden medallion.

When he looks up at you, you seem transfixed by it. He smiles and dusts it off on his pants leg before placing it around your neck and pulling you down onto his lap. You kiss him, embracing him so hard that you knock him on his back on the cave floor. A chuckle erupts from his muffled mouth as he wraps his arms around you and rolls your positions.

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You awake with the rivaling sensations of male human warmth surrounding you, and an early morning chill in the air, biting at your skin.  And while last night might have provided sufficient distraction from the fact that you were lying naked on hay, this morning you are uncomfortably aware of it.  You finally blink your eyes open.  Looking between the boards in the barn wall, you can tell it's daylight out.  It also seems to be overcast, which isn't hard for you to believe after the downpour the two of you'd been caught in. 

You turn your attention to your handsome companion.  Even as he sleeps, his face remains tilted down toward your own while a small smile plays on his lips.  You can't help but smile yourself.  This certainly was a more interesting choice than the postal museum. 

As if sensing your appraisal, Rupert Giles opens his eyes and focuses on you.  "Morning Love."

"Morning."  The spell of silence having been broken, you now begin to worry a little about the fact that you are in an abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere, naked with a man you haven't known for even twenty-four hours.  He squeezes you tightly and kisses your lips, deftly quieting your uneasiness for the moment.

He slides his hands up and down your arms.  "It really is quite cold this morning isn't it?"

You nod shyly.  Unembarrassed, he stands and walks over to the railing where he'd hung your clothes to dry the night before.  He slips his boxer shorts on and brings you your shirt.  When you've put it on, he extends a hand down to help you up.  He leads you back to the rail and you both finish dressing.

Once outside the barn, Rupert wraps your arm around his and you continue down the path you were on the night before.

"Have you any idea where we're going," you ask.

"I don't think it will be too difficult to find the way back to town so long as we follow the path.  We can get a cab back to your hotel from there.  How long are you in Bath for?"

"Just till next weekend."

He pouts almost imperceptibly.  "So soon?"

You smile.  "Hey, poor girls have to work to save up for trips like these.  Or in my case, go back to work to finish paying off trips like these.  Wish I hadn't paid the extra money for the package tour now though."  You give his arm squeeze.  "All the best stuff in Bath certainly wasn't in the brochure."

"Best stuff like vampires?"  he teases.

"Say what you will about the nasty undead.  Right now, I'm still ranking them above the postal museum."

He chuckles.  "Well, I'll do my best to get you back to your hotel room while it's still early enough that you can get a decent sized nap in.  After that…well… I'd like to take you out on a proper tour of the city followed by dinner.  That is, if you'd enjoy…"

"I'd love it.  I'm even willing to skip the nap if you'd like to get an earlier start.  Once I've made use of that oversized tub at the hotel and had a change of clothes, I'd be happy to spend the whole day…."

He smiles again.  "Oversized tub you say?"

You grin.  "Noticed that, did you?"

*******

An hour later, you are in the fabled oversized tub of your hotel bathroom.  You take a deep breath as he slips into the sudsy water behind you.  What are you doing?!  You think to yourself for perhaps the twentieth time that day.  His arms come around you, stroking the bare skin of your stomach underneath the water.  He kisses your cheek and leans you back against his chest.  You sigh contentedly, even as your thoughts race to make sense of this situation. 

It's not like you to not take intimacy somewhat seriously.  Though you've always admired friends of yours who could just hook up with someone for awhile for a bit of mutual fun and then part ways amicably, it's never been something you could manage.

As his teeth play with your earlobe, you smile.  You can't help thinking to yourself, however, that despite the vampires this guy seems just about too good to be true.  You could see yourself developing serious feelings for him… and here you have to go home in a week.  And you're smart enough to know that long-distances, more often than not, spell death to romance.

His soapy hand comes to your chin and tilts your head to face him.  He kisses you, lovingly.  You decide there and then to stop trying to plan, and just go wherever the week, and Rupert, take you.

Have a Wonderful, and Sudsy, Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You are waiting at the airport in the middle of the night. Oliver's plane was scheduled to land two hours ago but a storm in Denver caused a delay. You didn't appreciate until tonight just how used you'd gotten to your employers' extensive network of private jets.

Oliver has been gone just about a month. He's been in England wrapping up some business over property he's inherited from a distant uncle. He'd requested you be placed on enforced vacation in his absence, telling you he'd worry too much unless he was there to back you up personally. You agreed...initially. It only took him being gone a week before you got restless enough to put in for active duty again.

'Big mistake,' you think as you scratch the itch under your cast that never quite seems to go totally away. You were so eager to be back in the action again that you zigged when you should have zagged and took a bullet to your forearm. 'At least I completed the mission,' you try to reassure yourself, while attempting to actively not think about the fact that you never told Oliver you went back in the first place, let alone were injured.

At first, it was because Oliver never had a set time he could tell you he'd be back. As much as you missed him, once the cast went on you hoped he'd be gone at least six weeks. Last weekend you got a telegram letting you know he'd be unreachable for the next five days but not to worry cause after that he'd be on a flight home. Sure enough, all your attempts to get a hold of him proved unsuccessful.

You watch outside the terminal window as Oliver's plane lands and makes its way over to the gate. You stand nervously as eagerness to see him and worry about his reaction war within you. Finally, you see him emerge and eagerness wins...though worry makes you put your injured arm behind your back as best as you can.

His smile chases all negative thoughts away and your heart begins to thump a little faster. You rush forward and wrap one arm around his neck as you kiss him. He slides his hands around your waist and stops when he feels the hardness of the cast. He breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, concern etched in his features.

Sheepishly, you pull your cast from behind you and smile up at him. "It's not a big deal."

"What happened?"

"Do we have to get into this right now?"

"Well, now I know there's something to get into."

You sigh. Damn him. "It's old news."

"Not to me."

"It's almost healed."

"Are you going to tell me what happened or not?"

"Well..." You take a deep breath. "I-went-on-active-duty-again-and-I-got-shot-and-I'm-sorry-but-it's-over-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it-and-I-haven't-seen-you-in-a-month-so-please-let's-not-fight-and-let's-just-go-home," you say in a rush leaving Oliver looking almost bewildered for a moment. Then his eyes narrow and you sigh again, thinking only one thing. 'Here it comes.'

"You gave me your word..."

"No I didn't."

"What?"

"No. I just said that I agreed that a vacation would do me good. And I did agree. For about a week."

"I can't leave you alone for a minute can I? And when were you going to tell me this?"

"I've been trying all week."

"Of all the stupid, reckless..."

In the middle of his rant, a thought occurs to you. "Hey, where were you all week by the way...that you couldn't be reached?"

"Um...taking care of business."

"What kind of business?" He is silent. "About your uncle's estate?"

"Well, no not exactly."

You arch an eyebrow. "An assignment?" He doesn't answer. "It was wasn't it?! You hypocrite!"

"This is different."

"How? You were supposed to be on vacation as well. And your promise to me that you would take it easy was at least as much of an agreement as what I..."

"Yes but I'm a man and..."

"If you say it's because I'm a woman I'm going to belt you with my cast."

"And I didn't get shot."

That's not what you were expecting to hear. "And that makes me what? Incompetent? I completed the mission."

"With a bullet scar to show for it!"

"You want to whip off the shirts and go scar to scar for incompetency? How many times have you been shot again?" A slow grin breaks out on Oliver's face. "What the hell are you smiling at?!"

"The thought that you would actually strip off your blouse in the middle of an airport just to prove what a jackass I am."

You are too angry to think about what you're saying. "You think I wouldn't do it?"

The grin broadens. "No, I know you would." He moves closer, putting his arms around you slowly. "Part of what I love about you is your absolute bravery; as much as it infuriates me from time to time."

His touch is sending shivers along your skin. "Stop that. We...we're fighting remember?"

Oliver closes the distance and takes your lips in a smoldering, lingering kiss. He pulls back barely an inch, warm breath against your face as he whispers, "We're what?"

You sigh and roll your eyes. "God I hate you," you say as you grip him around the neck and pull him to you for another kiss. You feel his smile against your lips.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You hold hands with Adam and lean your head contentedly against his arm. The pathway from the zoo's main entrance to the primate habitat is tree-shaded and paved with cobblestone. As you walk together, Adam sporadically dips his hand into the small bag of popcorn he holds and puts one in your mouth. You take the popcorn and slowly clean the extra butter from his fingers, smiling as he purrs each time.

You reach the chimpanzee enclosure and watch them moving behind the pane of floor-to-ceiling glass. There is a railing just outside the glass. Adam lifts you to sit upon it. You put your arm around his shoulders as his arms come around your waist. His head rests against your breast as you watch the animals jumping from branch to branch on the trees in their environment. You feel Adam snicker and look down on him. At your questioning glance, he points to the higher branches. Your eyes trail up and you can see that two of the monkeys, presumably a male and a female, are suddenly being very...active.

You blush as you look back to Adam who has a very naughty look in his eyes. He kisses you and helps you down off of the railing. "Come on Love. Let's give them their privacy."

Hand in hand once again, you make your way to the big cats section of the zoo. A bridge extends over the top of the environments allowing you to look down into them and view them. As you near the middle, he picks you up and leans you quite far over the rail.

"Adam put me down!"

"Down did you say?" He pushes you just a little farther forward.

"On the bridge!"

As he sets you back on your feet, he is smiling ear to ear.

"You son-of-a...."

His lips on yours quickly quiet your protestations. When he breaks the kiss, you are both quite breathless. "Now now, such language young lady. There are tender ears about." His head nod indicates that he means the lions, tigers and panthers below you.

You once again look over the rail, this time from a more secure vantage. "Um Adam...I don't think I was going to mention anything more graphic than what they are up to."

He looks over the railing openmouthed as three or four pairs of the various species are vigorously engaged in propagating their kind. This time, even Adam seems a little shocked. "Who owns this zoo? Larry Flint?!"

"How did that commercial used to go? 'It's all happening at the zoo'? Boy, they sure weren't kidding were they?"

He takes you securely by the hand and begins leading you away. "Come on. There has to be something here that isn't getting it on."

"We could always try the Rhinos," you say as you round the corner. "I mean I can't imagine Rhinos really..." you trail off as two Rhinos in their enclosure proceed to assist your limited imagination.

"That does it," Adam declares in exasperation. He stops in his tracks, turns and kisses you. The kiss seems to go on forever, his hands gently stroking your cheeks and hair. By the time you part, you are almost dizzy from the attention. He takes your hand and begins pulling you toward the exit.

"Where are you dragging me to now?"

"I'm taking you back to our enclosure at the Golden Palace Hotel so that we can...do what comes naturally." He stops once more, just long enough to turn his head back to face you, smile, and growl.

As he once more pulls you along with him, you smile and quicken your pace.

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

GylzGirl :-)

You wait patiently in a large green military-type truck, tucking your hair into the cap that is part of your disguise. You watch nervously in your rear-view mirror as the boat in the distance chugs closer and closer, finally coming to dock a few yards from your back bumper.

You whisper silent prayers that the guard you "borrowed" your outfit from stays knocked out in the bushes for at least a little while yet. You cast a glance behind you again and try not to smile. Two men are dragging an unconscious Oliver toward your truck. The left side of his face is showing signs of bruising. There is a trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth and a drying scrape on his forehead but he seems to be alive.

The men open the back door of the truck, roughly load Oliver inside and shut the door. You start your engine. One of the men returns to the boat while in your mirrors, you can see the other one making his way up the passenger side of the vehicle, ready to take the seat next to yours. As soon as his hand touches the door handle, you peel out, leaving him to fall face first in the dirt.

When the cloud of smoke you leave behind clears, you can see the men scrambling, arming themselves, trying to hurry up and unlock the storage garage that holds their other car. You must be going 100 miles an hour. About 15 miles from the dock, you reach a bridge. You pull the truck over to the side of the road.

Quickly you hop out and open the back door. Using Oliver's long legs to reel him toward you. You awkwardly sit him up and grip him around the chest. Slowly as you pull him from the truck, his feet hit the ground and you begin to drag him toward the copse of dense foliage near where you've parked. Once you get him settled, you get back in the truck and drive it onto the bridge. You pull it as close to the edge as you dare, put it in park and set the emergency brake long enough for you to get out. Leaning into the doorway, you place the truck in drive, release the emergency brake and jump back out of the way as the large vehicle makes splinters of the little wooden railing and plunges over the side into the swampy waters below.

You run back to where you left Oliver, hoping he'll come around long enough to help you walk him further from the scene. He remains in the position you left him in. Eyes shut in what must obviously be much needed rest. You kneel beside him and gently touch his cheek. As you are about to speak his name, he sits up with a start, his hand roughly grabbing the front of your shirt and pushing you to the ground. In milliseconds, he has straddled you and drawn his fist back. As your head lands against the grass, the cap you are wearing flies off and your hair falls free of it. Oliver lowers his fist, the hand on your chest relaxing to massage the flesh beneath it as he leans down and kisses you tenderly.

When he pulls away, he nuzzles softly against your cheek. Your hands come into his hair and it takes all your training not to cry at the overwhelming happiness of having him in your arms again. "How did you find me?" he whispers.

You smile. "It's amazing how helpful Rick can be when you point a gun at the right place."

He grins. "True." You place your hand lightly over his mouth as you hear the sound of a car approaching. You indicate with a nod of your head that the two of you should begin to quietly make your way back through the trees. He nods in agreement, slowly gets off of you and helps you up.

The two of your travel for about twenty minutes before you emerge at the edge of a parking lot for a truck stop near the freeway. Your associate Rick is waiting there behind the driver's seat of a mini-van. You both climb in and take your seats. You hold Oliver's hand as Rick spirits you down the interstate to a small bed and breakfast 50 miles away. He drops you both off, instructing you to keep Oliver out of site until they finish rounding up the group that had abducted him.

An hour later, Oliver comes into your Victorian style bedroom wearing his robe and towel drying his hair. He crawls up the bed to lay beside you. You've been napping lightly; not really sleeping, just resting. He places soft kisses on your closed lids, your forehead, your cheeks. You open your eyes and smile at him. He moves forward and kisses your lips. You run your hands down the lapels of his robe and slowly tug them apart.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

It is nighttime. The only light in the room comes from the little lamp on the nightstand. You are stretched out on your stomach on top of the bed, glasses on, reading a large hardcover book. You are wearing a long white gown that has a long slit up the back, one you have wrapped around and tucked under your legs when they got a little cold. A soft wolf whistle prompts you to turn slightly toward the door, eyebrow arched.

Adam stands in the doorway, clad only in red silk boxers. He wears a confident grin. You smile at him politely and return to your reading. Soon you feel Adam's weight as he kneels on the bed behind you.

"Love?"

"Hmmm?"

"It's Valentine's Day," Adam says.

You glance at the clock. "Yup. For another hour and a half, it sure is."

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"Sure." Yeah, sure you had fun. Adam kept the night's plans a mystery for weeks. Then he wound up giving you a front row ticket for a special performance of his show, which meant you were sitting on your own watching him flirt with his new stage assistant. Not exactly what you were hoping for.

"I don't think you did."

"Whatever."

"I think you're mad at me, yes?"

You look over at him. "You finally remembered me tonight and you just expect me to snap to attention? Why don't you call Bambi and play with her."

"Barbie."

"Whatever." You turn back to your novel. "I'm going to finish my reading and then I'm going to bed." You feel him move up off the bed. "The fact is, you think you are irresistible, and you are wrong. Especially tonight."

Adam exits. You've probably just shocked the socks off him...if he were wearing socks. Adam Klaus at his most luscious, and you said no. You may have just shocked yourself as well. You know there is nothing between that little fluffhead and Adam, if nothing else, there hasn't been time yet. But, she knows who you are. And she was looking at you, knowing just how you felt watching her hands roam all over him. And she was the one on his arm at the after show party. The room was so crowded, you eventually gave up trying to push your way in and sat out in the lobby.

You sigh. You really would just like to snuggle up to him but, he's got a little to make up to you. You're just returning some rain to his parade, that's all. You only wish you didn't have to bum yourself out so much to accomplish it. Oh well. All of a sudden the nice romantic undercurrent in your book is leaving a bad taste in your mouth. You're about to shut the book when you hear Adam enter again. He clears his throat. You turn, an expression of annoyance on your face and find him standing naked in the doorway. You attempt to turn away indifferently, but you know you are blushing. You just hope it's too dark for him to notice.

He climbs onto the bed again, sitting at the end, massaging your feet. "Hello again."

"Hey," you say, pretending to read.

"I went and called Barbie as you suggested."

Your feet flex under his hands. You are thinking about impacting them very hard against his skull. "Oh yes?" You keep your tone, flat, even. If he is trying to spark your jealousy, it's working, but you sure as hell are not going to let him know that.

"Mmmhmm, I fired her."

"Really?"

"Oh yes. We weren't going to keep her past the end of month anyway. Little ditz keeps losing my keys. But, she was sorta all over me tonight."

"Yeah. Sorta."

"And if she bothers you, she's gone. It's not worth that."

"Whatever."

He presses his lips to the back of your calf. "So," he licks you from your ankle to the back of your knee and back down again. You bite your lip not to shiver, pinching your eyes shut tight. "Am I forgiven?" He is practically purring. He's not playing fair, pulling out all the stops. Oh no, he is going to have to work for your good graces this time.

"Sure." You're not sure how you manage, your stomach is knotted in anticipation, but you retain your steady, disinterested tone.

"So can I play?"

"I'm reading Adam." There, the ball is in his court now. You didn't say no, but will he pick up on that? You feel him smile against your leg as he kisses there again. Oh boy. You're in for it now. You smile at the thought.

Adam's hand comes to the side of your leg, untucking the edge of the slit and peeling it away to reveal your bare legs up to your thighs. He growls deep in his throat. Your hand shakes as you turn a page you haven't even looked at yet. He runs his soft warm hands painfully slow along the length of exposed skin before him and down again. Soon he is kissing up that same path, stopping at the apex of the material and working his way once more to your ankles.

At your ankles, he breaks contact with you and sits back, admiring you. Just as you're about to get your breathing down to normal again, his fingertips lightly touch your leg once more. They travel the whole way up to the end of the slit and then under the material there, slipping down around the inside of your thigh and rubbing you through the crotch of your panties.

You suppress both a whimper and the urge to press into his stroking fingers, letting yet another page of your forgotten book pass unread before your eyes. Adam's finger slips under the elastic of your pantyleg, and gently pets the hair there. You can't stifle the sigh that passes your lips now. Adam smiles, removes his hand and sits back on his heels.

He moves his hands to your hips and rolls you over onto your back. He grins warmly down at you, none of the smugness of before. He moves his leg across you, straddling your hips, standing on his knees. He bends over you and closes your book, moving it to the nightstand. His hand touches the side of your face, removing your glasses which he sits upon the book. His thumb continues to stroke your cheek as he kisses you slowly. His other hand traces down the front of your gown, kneading your breast through the fabric there.

Your own hands come up to trace the smooth contours of Adam's back, stopping to rub at the roundness of his buttocks. He grins against your mouth, pressing that fine backside of his harder against your hands. He leans his elbows down just to the side of your head, laying his long frame down on yours, allowing full contact.

Adam's hand begins to hike the skirt of your gown up your body. When it gathers at your waist, he stands on his knees over you once more. He smiles down on you, his hand stroking your clavicle, sweeping your hair back off your shoulders. "Sit up for me Love?" You grin and do as requested. He pulls the gown up over your head and tosses it into the chair. His palm now rubs your bare chest. He moves his mouth to yours and lays you down again.

Adam's thumbs hook into the waistline of your panties and he pulls them off you. His body covers yours again, warming you outside and in. Your hands rove into the luxuriant covering of hair on his chest, finding his nipples and circling them with the pads of your thumbs. Adam's knee comes between your own, providing space enough for his hand to slip down your body and stroke your clitoris.

"Adam," you moan, breaking the kiss. He looks deep into your eyes, wickedness dancing in the shimmering green there and he rubs you harder. As you feel yourself getting close, he takes his hand away and brings his mouth to your neck, kissing there. Your hands slip into Adam's hair, your thumbs tracing paths on the curves of his ears.

"I love you so much," he whispers against your skin. It causes shivers along the whole length of your body. He moves himself to your opening, his eyes meeting yours as he enters. Your hands grip his shoulders as he increases the rhythm with his hips. Your eyes close as you nuzzle against his cheek. He sucks on your earlobe as he pushes you closer and closer. He breathes your name in your ear as he climaxes. Pumping twice more, he sends you over the edge as well.

When your heartrate slows back to normal, he is clutching you to his chest, his hands rubbing down your back. "So, did you have fun tonight?" He repeats his earlier question.

You smile at him mischievously. In a flat tone, you repeat, "Sure."

Adam's mouth gapes open. You giggle furiously as he strokes your brow with a kiss.

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You fasten the top button of your shirt as you step out into the breezy night. You are in Bath, England on vacation. A couple of hours ago, when it was still daylight, it didn’t seem like any big deal to slip away from your tour group. The postal museum was all well and good, but when you found out that the city offered a Ghost Walk, you decided to go your own way. Now, sufficiently spooked, you find yourself daring the long stroll back to the hotel with nearly deserted streets, a cold wind whipping your hair around your face and dark heavy clouds swirling around the moon overhead.

As you walk, you pass by a park on your right. You cast a glance over the four foot stone wall and see a rather gorgeous man wearing glasses, a leather jacket, gray pullover sweater and blue jeans. He has his hands in his pockets and paces anxiously between two lampposts next to a bench. Just your luck, he seems to be waiting for someone. You look him over once again. ‘Someone very lucky,’ you think.

Just as you are about to turn your attention back to where you are walking, you see two men approach the other man from behind. He doesn’t seem to see them and from the way that they are moving, you don’t feel that that is such a good idea. Plus, it might just be the shadows, but something looks really really wrong with their faces.

"Hey look out!" You call to him.

He looks to you, and then around him. Spurred into action by your warning, the two ugly men have broken into a run. By the time your hunk of eye candy has a chance to turn around, they have grabbed him and brought him to the ground.

"Get off of him!" Since you forgot to pack your better judgment on this trip anyway, you grasp hold of the stone wall and vault yourself over it. As soon as your feet touch down on the other side, you run toward the three-man tangle. On your way, you spy a medium-sized branch on the ground near a tree. You pick it up and continue toward the melee.

"I said GET OFF!" You swing the branch and hit the attacker on top with as much force as you can. It strikes him on the back and he groans loudly. The distraction is enough for Gorgeous to kick free of both of them and jump to his feet.

He makes eye-contact with you, smiling gratefully. It lasts only a second however as the attackers are soon back on their feet. "Get to safety!" He dismisses you with a wave of his hand and begins to reach inside of his jacket.

"But what about you?!" You have the branch swung back over your shoulder as if you were at home plate. Gorgeous delivers an impressive spin kick to one of them and knocks him down.

"Don’t worry about me! Just go!"

You can’t help but smile. "Can’t. Sorry." The one you hit charges you. "I’m invested now." You swing forward again, this time hitting him on the chin. It knocks him back toward Gorgeous who produces a wooden stake from inside his jacket. He stabs your attacker through the back with it. You watch in surprise as the former threat disintegrates into a flurry of dust. You blink, finding yourself in direct eye-contact with Gorgeous once more when the remnants clear. "Vampire?"

He nods and approaches you. His hands gently grasp your arms. "Are you alright?" You nod. He smiles. "Good. My name is Rupert. Rupert Giles. I believe I owe you a debt of gratitude."

You introduce yourself and are about to speak when a moan from the vampire Rupert kicked reminds you of his presence. And as if you needed more ambiance, the clouds above choose that moment to deliver on their earlier threat. Rain begins to pour down on you both.

"I suggest we take this somewhere else." Rupert slips an arm around your waist and leads you toward the path. As you look, the entrance to the park has five vampires standing across it. "Um… best try back this way I think."

Your fast walk soon becomes a full-blown run, Rupert holding your hand and pulling you along behind him as he leads you into the woods. The ground is becoming slippery from the rain, both of you taking turns falling down as you try to gain distance between yourselves and the pursuing vampires. The rapidly descending grade of the hill that you find yourselves on is not helping matters any.

The sound of a twig snapping from far too close behind causes Rupert to look back, and you to rush forward away from the noise even faster. The resulting collision between the two of you has you locked in an embrace and rolling uncontrollably down the hill.

You find yourself coming to an abrupt halt somewhere at the bottom when you crash into a cluster of bush thick enough not to give way to your momentum. You are both breathing hard from adrenaline and fear. Soon, his hand gently brushes your cheek, pushing your hair back away from your face. You smile at him and straighten his glasses.

"Are you alright?"

You nod. "I think so. You?"

"Luckily, yes."

The two of you are soaked to the bone, but you can’t seem to take your eyes off of each other. Your tumble down the slope has left you with your legs wrapped around his hips. His hand remains on your cheek, caressing there.

"W-we should find some shelter. We need somewhere to get out of the rain," he says quietly.

"Yes. And to hide from the vampires until the sun comes up."

"Yes," he whispers, inching closer.

Neither of you makes a move to stand. Instead, your lips come together. The kiss is tentative at first but soon builds into something much hotter. After what seems like an eternity, Rupert slides his mouth to the side of your neck. You sigh happily and begin to hike up the hem of his sweater and jacket so that you can run your hands over the smooth warmth of his back. He growls near your ear and it sends a tremble through you.

A loud sound causes you to look toward the top of the hill.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

It is a week till Valentine's Day and you are starting to get a little concerned. You've been checking the mail and just when you hoped you might be finding the latest Victoria's Secret catalog, you've discovered "Sword and Dagger Collectibles" magazine.

With a deep breath, you enter the living room and sit the mail on Oliver's lap. "Oh thanks Love, I didn't realize the post was in yet."

"Oliver, look at me."

He smiles as his eyes take a leisurely sweep over your body. "Yes?"

"What do you see?"

Now he looks confused. "Uh...you've changed your hair?"

You sigh. "Never mind."

He catches your hand before you can walk away. "Wait now, what is it?"

You sit on the table opposite his chair. "Do I resemble a woman at all to you?"

The smile is back. "Well you certainly have all the right parts for that disguise."

Your hand brushes the cover of the weapons catalog in his lap. "I...I don't want you to think that I haven't loved the Valentine's presents you've gotten me in the past." At his questioning look, you supply. "The weapons I mean. It's just, you know," he sighs patiently, waiting for you to come to your point. "I'm a girl. Every once in awhile, I'd...well sorta like something...girlie."

"Oh," he says quietly as he tries to hide the weapon catalog underneath the other mail. You could just kick yourself. He seems a little hurt by the whole thing.

"You know what Oliver, it doesn't matter at all. Just forget I said anything okay? Anything you get me, I'll cherish."

He nods and releases your hand. You take your cue and exit the room to leave him alone with his thoughts. You go into your bedroom and clear some space in your collectable weapons cabinet.

Over the week approaching Valentine's Day, more magazines come; "Armory Annual" and "Famous Firearms" among the few. You just keep your mouth shut, dutifully stacking each new arrival on Oliver's desk, wondering if you'll be getting a sword or a Luger this year.

Valentine's morning, you are awakened with a kiss on the cheek. You smile and open your eyes. Oliver is trailing a blush pink rose across your cheek. "Hey."

"Hey there. Were you planning to get up today?"

You glance at your clock. "Oliver, it's only 6:30."

"Well, I don't want you to miss a minute of this day." He has his most smug smile on. The one he wears when he's thinking how brilliant and wonderful he is. It makes you grin. You take his outstretched hand and let him help you to your feet. You try to veer into the bathroom to at least run a brush though your hair or throw a robe on over your thin-strapped nightgown. His arms come around your waist as he leads you unerringly into the living room. "You look fine. Close your eyes." You do and he continues to move you forward. Soon, he stops you. "All right. Open them."

You do and your breath catches at the sight before you. Huge sprays of flowers in reds, pinks, purples, blues and whites adorn every available surface. A massive bouquet of blush pink roses stands in the middle in a base resembling a Greek column. The ceiling is dotted with shiny red heart-shaped balloons, each proclaiming "I love you". Your eyes catch a stack of 7 boxes near the sofa.

He follows your eyes and kisses your cheek. "Go on. They're yours."

You sit on the sofa, Oliver beside you, as you open each package. In the boxes, you find gowns, teddies, and camisoles, all in satins and laces, each one finer than the next. You look into his eyes. "All right, so they're for both of us." He smiles. "One for every day of the week."

"They're beautiful."

"Well, take care when you pack them."

"Pack?"

He produces an envelope from his jacket pocket and hands it to you. You open it and smile. In calligraphic script on a card inside is your reservation for a week at the Cerulean Inn on the coast of England. You look to him again. "We leave this afternoon. And don't think I didn't catch Hell for requesting the time off so late."

You can feel yourself start to tear up. "You're amazing!" You wrap your arms around him and kiss him passionately. As he embraces you in return, you can feel the coolness of metal looping around your neck. You pull away and look down. Oliver has placed a silver filigree heart locket upon you.

You turn it over in your hand and see an inscription: "Because you will always have my heart Oliver 2-14-2000".

His hand gently wipes away a tear that trails down your cheek. He tilts your head up and kisses you. You smile and jump up off the sofa. "Stay here." You scramble off into the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" he calls after you.

"To get your present!"

You emerge minutes later with something behind your back. Oliver stands and makes his way over to you. You pull from behind your back a shining katana sword with an ornately carved handle. You can see his eyes light up in glee. "How did you..."

"Well it was easy with all the catalogs coming in here." He takes the sword from you with a smile and slashes it through the air.

You lean back against the wall, content to watch the picture he makes trying out his new toy. He turns to you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oliver?"

He inches the sword towards you and you find yourself edging back against the wall almost involuntarily. He places the tip of the sword on your shoulder and carefully works its blade under the strap of your gown. "Oliver what are you..."

With a quick slice, he has cut through the strap and your gown hangs half off of you. His smile widens. You're now very happy that he got you all that new lingerie because you're about to bid the garment you wear a fond good-bye. Oliver carefully moves the blade to your other shoulder, eases it under the strap there, and cuts it away.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"I cannot believe I let him talk me into this. I really must start checking my beverages for illegal substances," you mutter as you adjust the black fringed bustier of your costume. Adam's regular assistant called in sick. He came to you panicked saying he only had a week to get this act down before his next television special and you were his only hope.

You make your way to the stage. The theater is empty except for Adam and you. Jonathan even bolted, apologizing profusely but saying if he had to hear Adam complain about the illusion one more time he was going to make the guillotine trick work for real.

One faintly blue tinted spotlight from the booth illuminates the faux-Greek temple set. The stage is bare except for a large square form under a plain white sheet. You gulp, feeling a right ninny in this get-up and wondering what Adam has in store for you. Soon you feel a warm soft hand on your rear and you jump a bit.

"Easy Love, it's only me."

"Take that smirk off your face or I'm going home."

He whispers right into your ear, "You haven't even looked at me. Why do you think I'm smirking?"

"Reason A, because you got me into an outfit you couldn't have gotten me into any other way. And B, that smirk of yours radiates evil for miles around."

A soft giggle in your ear now, lips brushing your cheek, a nibble on your lobe, shivers. He steps around you, leaving his hand on your rump until the last possible second, and reaches for the cover on the prop. He pulls it away and reveals a large wooden frame with iron leg and arm shackles. You back away shaking your head. Adam snags you by the arm and pulls you against him tightly.

"Uh-uh Adam, no way."

"Oh come on."

"No! First you dress me up like a hooker and then you want to..."

He puts his nose to yours and follows your eyes. "Do you honestly think I would ever hurt you?"

"No," you answer quietly.

He smiles and kisses you lightly on your nose. "Still willing to help me?"

You nod yes and he leads you by the hand to the contraption. He turns you to face the empty rows of seats and puts his hands to your waist as he lifts you back onto the rack's slight ledge. He slips one of your wrists into the shackle. You jump and turn your head away as it locks around you with a clink. Adam kisses the palm of your imprisoned hand. He moves to your other wrist and repeats his actions, shackling, kissing.

Adam kneels before you, drawing his hands down you legs, grinning that mischievous smile at you. He snaps the iron around your ankle and puts his lips to your calf. "You planning for that little maneuver on stage as well?" He licks at your skin through the fishnets you wear and applies his teeth with a light pressure. A tremble passes through you. Good grief he does this so well. He immobilizes your other leg similarly and rises to his feet. Your eyes bathe in every caress of the tight leather on his body. He turns to the empty house rehearsing his presentation. Your eyes fix on his perfectly curved backside. He senses this and gives you a wiggle.

He moves to the side of the rack and pulls the lever. The rack begins to tilt back and pivot to the side. You are now laying flat and Adam moves to you with a sparkly silver cloth. "Oh how I love to get you horizontal," he growls.

"Shut-up and do the trick Houdini," you giggle, "my nose itches."

Adam covers you, toes to chest, with the cloth. He turns to a wheel at the head of the rack and cranks it. You feel the rack elongate underneath you. He cranks it again and you feel the secret panel slide out from underneath, fake fishnet covered ankles and cheap shoes that match your own attached. You crane your head to watch them poke out from under the cloth at the far end of your body. You smile at Adam. "Please tell me you love tall girls."

"Shh quiet you," he laughs, "this is the part where you're supposed to pass out."

"Oh yeah right. Sorry." You dutifully shut your eyes. You hear Adam move away and you peek one eye open. He drapes the entire rack (you included) with red velvet. You feel the shackles retract from your hands and feet. You stay flat as Jonathan had instructed you (although you intend to have a strong word with him as to why he omitted mentioning the shackles). You hear a soft high-pitched squeaking noise, your cue. You brace yourself and the rack drops down a trapdoor until you're just under the stage. You watch Adam whip off the cloth on the monitor and you climb the small ladder that leads up inside one of the hollow pillars of Adam's set. You watch through the tiny peep-screen Jonathan has rigged up and when you see the plume of smoke before you, you pop out quickly and once again conceal the door behind you. The smoke soon clears revealing you to a leering Adam.

"It's as if Aphrodite herself had just emerged from the mists of the sea," he teases, approaching you.

"Oh please. And who are you? God of bullsh..." He stops your mouth with a kiss. You pull back to look into his sparkling green eyes. He begins to back you toward the middle of the stage. You turn and see he's reset the stage with the altar set. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, sacrificing a virgin to my pagan god of lust."

"I'm hardly likely to pass for a virgin in this saloon girl costume you've got me in."

"Well, I'm sure we'll think of something to do." He lifts you onto the smooth marble-painted surface and crawls atop you with feline agility. Your lips meet again as he eases you back...

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You turn out your lights and sigh as you move to your bedroom. You've been completely alone and have had a miserable holiday. You had hoped Rupert would have gotten back from London today but apparently not. 'Oh well,' you think, 'Stupid of me to make such a fuss. It's just another day.' One you are now just looking forward to ending. You crawl under the covers and pull them up to your neck. You wipe a tear from your eyes as you close them and try to drift to sleep.

Moments later, you're sure you hear movement in your living room. You convince yourself it's nothing and try to get back to sleep. A crash has you sitting straight up in your bed. 'Great.' You hop silently from the bed and grab a stake, making your way to the living room. You know vampires can't enter unless invited, but you're not taking any chances. A stake will stop almost anything it needs to if you use it right.

You enter the living room and find the fireplace alight. You swallow a lump in your throat and try not to get the shakes. You now know without any doubt that someone is definitely here. You can see a square shaped object sitting on the corner of your coffee table. You move closer to find an elegantly wrapped gift. You relax a little, now fairly sure who your mysterious Santa is.

You lift the hem of your ankle-length gown and kneel near the table. As your hands touch the box, you smile, sensing a presence behind you. "When did your plane get in?"

"Half hour ago. I came right over." Rupert kneels behind you, his arms coming around you in a hug. "I'm sorry I'm so late." He kisses your neck.

You toss the stake into the fire. "You're here now. That's all I care about."

"Well?"

"Well what?" You turn your head and look at him over your shoulder. He kisses you, the firelight dancing in his glasses.

"Well aren't you going to open your gift?" You smile and begin to unwrap it. When the paper is off, you lift the lid and peer in. Rupert is placing light kisses on the back of your neck, arms wrapped possessively around your waist. Inside the box is a book. You delicately remove the obviously antique, slightly tattered, leather-bound tome. You gasp a little as you gingerly open the cover. "The Fall of the House of Usher." You look at the copyright date. "It's a first edition." You look at him, a bit awestruck. "I can't believe you sometimes."

He smiles. "I'm sure you mean that in a good way?" You kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him, until he pulls away, laughing. You carefully set the book back in the box and spring to your feet. Rupert catches your hand. "Well wait, where are you going?"

"To get your present." You try to move off for the bedroom.

His hand pulls you back. You lose your balance and land in his lap. One hand supports your waist while the other cups your cheek. "I've got my present right here." Rupert kisses you tenderly and lays you down in front of the fire.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You slip the letter into your purse, check yourself one last time in the mirror, and begin the dreaded drive. You feel like such a schmuck, so much so you didn't even tell Oliver where you were going today. Your scores at the range have been consistently low since the injury you sustained to your wrist at the costume ball. Your employers have informed you that if you do not attend and complete this remedial session, you will no longer be assigned to missions with firefight potential. That means desk job, which means you are no longer Oliver's partner, which means here you are schlepping out on an ungodly hour on a Monday morning.

You park your car and get out. There are no other cars in the lot. You enter the building. "Hello?" The echoed clicking of your heels is the only sound you can hear. It is almost purposely quiet. You begin to feel very uneasy. You reach into your purse, take the safety off your sig sauer and grip the handle, still keeping it hidden. "Hellooo?" Faster than you can see, a hand clamps over your mouth from behind.

As you are about to pull the gun out, you hear a familiar English voice speak, "If I could just sneak up on you this easily, you really do need the remedial course." Assured now of your assailant's identity, you elbow him firmly in the stomach. A loud "OOF" accompanies your release and you pivot to find Oliver holding his arms over his injury. "What'd you do that for?"

"I only wish it had been lower. What the hell are you doing here?!"

Oliver gathers to his full height and smirks. "I'm your instructor."

"Oh great. Maybe I should use this damn thing on myself and save us the afternoon?"

"Oh come on, we'll get you back up to speed. Then you can appease the allmighties. Course, in order to pass the class you'll have to sleep with the teacher."

"I hate you," you say smiling as he slips his arm around your shoulders and walks you out of the room.

You put on your ear protection and empty a clip into the target. You sit your gun on the counter and try not to fall over laughing when you see where all your shots have hit. You slip off the headset.

"Um...nice grouping...although," Oliver points to the target, "I hate to think who you were thinking about at the time. I, uh...I did put the seat down on the toilet and the cap back on the toothpaste this morning, yes?"

You blow on the barrel of your gun, "Guess you'll find out when we get home...won't ya?" He clears his throat and adjusts his collar dramatically. You giggle and turn back to the counter. You remove the expended clip and slap in a new cartridge. Oliver moves behind you, his arms coming around and sliding up your own. You turn to look at him and arch your eyebrow.

"What? I'm supposed to be teaching you."

"Yes, but teaching me what?"

"Oh come on, concentrate." He directs his attention to the range again.

When you face the target once more, Oliver grinds himself suggestively against your backside. You jump and accidentally squeeze off a shot that hits the target in its would-be eye. "Oliver!" He is laughing.

"Okay Love here," He slides his hands up your arms again and helps you to line up the shot. You fire and hit it square in the heart. "Good girl. Now, support the weak wrist and don't think about it." He takes his hand off yours but remains pressed tightly against you. You fire and make the shot. You finish the rest of the clip in a similar manor.

As you place your gun on the counter, Oliver smiles at you. He takes your hand in his. "Well my dear, I think you're cured." He bends your hand so that he can kiss it. Unfortunately, it is the injured one which is still a little sensitive and you yelp in pain. This startles Oliver, who winces, realizing what he just did. "Oh Love, I'm sorry." He straightens your wrist, rubbing it soothingly, planting kisses on your hand and working his way up your arm.

"Oliver, we should stop." That probably would have sounded more convincing if it didn't come out breathy from your excitement and if you could wipe the smile off your face.

"So stop me," he lifts you to sit on the counter, sliding your gun away to give you more room. "Come on, I'm the bad guy," he nibbles on your lip then licks the indentation left by his teeth, "take me down." Your heart is drumming wildly and your capture his lips with your own. Moments later you pull back and look into his eyes. "I hope you haven't been doing this with everyone we've gone after." He smiles. "You haven't have you?"

"Oliver?"

"Yes Love?"

"Shut-up." You use the counter to push off and drop him to the ground with you landing on top. He grins brightly as you kiss him again......

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

Adam Klaus lets himself into your place with his key. He is dressed in a tux with a burgundy cummerbund and tie. "Love are you ready to..." He stops speaking as he rounds the corner into your living room and sees you. You are sitting in a chair, asleep, with your head tilted back and your mouth open. Your shoes and socks lay discarded to the side of your feet. You have one leg propped up on your coffee table and the other planted on the floor. Your hands lay loosely holding the fabric of your blouse, as though you must have passed out right in the middle of undoing the buttons.

He smiles and bends to you, kissing your forehead and running his hand back through your hair. "Love?" You don't so much as stir. He looks down and notices that your feet and ankles are swollen from the full day of work you've just finished. Adam runs the back of his hand slowly down your cheek and then backs away. He removes his jacket and tie, setting them on your sofa, and then approaches you again. He bends to you once more and scoops you into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom.

At the sudden feeling of movement, your brow furrows in your sleep and you make a small noise of protestation. "Shh Love, don't wake up. I've got you." Even in your sleep, you recognize that voice. A smile spreads across your features and your hand moves from the front of your shirt to the front of his.

He sits you down on the side of the bed and kneels before you, keeping you leaned against him. He finishes the buttons you started and slips your blouse off of you. Your bra follows soon after. He turns down the bed behind you and gently leans you back against the pillows. With practiced skill, he removes your pants and underwear.

Adam steps back for a moment, just looking at you, at the way the moonlight plays off your skin. He takes off the rest of his clothes and walks to the other side of the bed. He climbs in and scoots over until his body lays flush against your own.

As he is carefully lifting you onto his chest and into his arms, you slowly wake up. When your eyes open, your nose is barely an inch away from Adam's and he is smiling brightly. "Hey there."

"Adam?"

He arches an eyebrow. "You were expecting someone else? Naked with you in your bed? We really are going to have to have a little talk."

"What time is it?"

"8pm. Monday night."

Your eyes widen noticeably as you sit bolt upright in the bed. "Oh God Adam the concert! I'm so sorry! I-I can be dressed and ready in ten minutes!"

Adam sits and gently grabs your shoulders, easing you back down into his arms once more. "It's okay. I'm not mad."

"But you really wanted to go."

"And we will, some other time when you aren't utterly exhausted. It's my fault. You tried to tell me that you would have more fun when you weren't tired from work and I didn't listen."

"I'm still sorry."

He smiles and kisses your nose. "Shh, just close your eyes and get back to sleep. You'll make it up to me in the morning."

"I will?"

"That's my plan. I'm going to let you get good and rested and then..."

You smile up at him. "And then?"

"Well you're here, I'm here..."

"That's true."

"You're naked, I'm naked..."

You peek under the covers. "Very." He tickles you briefly causing you to giggle and squirm against his body in the most pleasant ways.

"So, after all this rest, you should be full of energy in the morning."

"Oh yes, just bursting."

"Exactly. Just looking for a way to burn it off."

"Why you diabolical strategy master."

"That's me," he says with a smug smile. You tickle him in retribution. He squirms against you, equally pleasantly. "Now, you don't want to ruin my careful planning do you?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good, then go to sleep." He kisses you long and slow on the lips. When he pulls away again, he is smiling. He squeezes you tighter and brings his hand into your hair as you settle against his chest. As you close your eyes, he whispers, "Dream a little dream of me."

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You are flying through the air on the Dumbo ride with Rupert's arm around your shoulders. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him checking his watch for the tenth time that morning. You sigh, loudly.

"Not having a good time Love?"

"I'm having a great time. I just wish that sexy Rupert Giles guy I know would have come with me like I asked him to."

He smiles at you. "I don't believe I know this sexy Rupert Giles."

"Oh, you should make a point to get to know him. That man's butt is the reason jeans were invented."

Rupert blushes sweetly and clears his throat. "And he couldn't come along with you?"

"I thought he was going to but it seems he's still back with the ghoulies and beasties in Sunnydale." The ride stops and you disembark, Rupert holding your hand as you step down from the elephant-car. As you once more begin to weave your way through the crowds, he kisses your hand as he clasps it.

"If he passed up your company for the undead, then he's clearly insane."

"That's him. A real nut jobber." He quickly grabs you around the waist and lifts up, spinning you in the air. "Hey put me down! I'm going to get all dizzy and I'm saving that for the tea cups."

He sets you back on your feet and reclaims his grip on your hand. "I'm sorry Love. I didn't mean to be...well elsewhere. I suppose I just worry."

"I know, but if something were to happen, we're only about an hour away, and Buffy has my cellphone number. You can't be there 24-7-365 you know?"

He sighs. "I know."

"And this is your first visit to Disneyland. Try to have a good time?" He nods and kisses your hand again.

As you wander into New Orleans Square, a smile passes over your face. You take a tighter hold of his hand. "Come on you. I'll give you spooks." You lead him towards the Haunted Mansion.

You're waiting outside in the line, Rupert amusing himself looking at the humorous epitaphs, you happily watching him laugh. When you finally get to the head of the line, you are crowded into a small room with about twenty other people. "I must say, this is a little cramped," Rupert whispers to you.

You grin up at him. "Rookie." His arms slip around your waist as he stands behind you. The floor of the room descends, giving the illusion of stretching. You feel Rupert smile against your hair as the portraits hanging around the room are revealed in their entirety. His thumbs have slipped just under the hem of your shirt and are rubbing slow circles on your stomach. Just as you are developing some very un-Disney-like thoughts, a panel in the wall opens behind the two of you and a tall man dressed in a butler's outfit, attempting to look sinister, gestures for you to proceed.

Now at the head of the line by default, the two of you resume your hand-holding as you make your way to the loading dock and enter your "doom-buggy". Rupert climbs into the car and together you pull the safety rail down over your laps. He takes the opportunity to scoot closer to you and slip his arm around your shoulders again.

During your pass through the cemetery, Rupert is more interested in nibbling on your neck than seeing a special effects version of his place of work. As you enter the ballroom overlook however, you nudge him lightly and gesture for him to watch. From the look on his face, he is suitably awed. You smile as you observe him and then realize you're going to have to ride again later. You were so busy watching Rupert, you didn't get to enjoy the ball yourself. As he smiles over at you though, you realize, you got the better show.

When you notice that you're about to come to the hall of mirrors, you push Rupert gently away from you and into the corner. You scoot back into the opposite corner. He looks positively confused. You smile reassuringly and point to the mirrors. As he turns his head he sees, in the mirror, a green ghost with a top hat appear. He jumps, barely stopping himself from screaming. He turns quickly, trying to see if the apparition is truly in the seat between you. All he sees is you smiling at him. He glances in the mirror again and the ghost is still there.

He scoots through the ghost until he is at your side again. He presses against you tightly, making sure you are good and trapped in the corner. Rupert leans in and kisses you thoroughly...

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You awake to pitch darkness and a throbbing in the back of your neck. Your hands are positioned awkwardly behind your back and when you try to move them the wire they are bound with cuts into your skin. The ground you lay on is obviously dirt and you discover that your ankles are tied as well. Panic begins to rush over you as your situation fully sinks in. As you try to scream, you become aware of the uncomfortable presence of a gag at the corners of your mouth. The scream turns into a muffled whimper.

Oliver's soft, accented voice drifts over. "You're awake? Keep calm Love. I'm almost free." You hear rustling from across the way and soon his familiar hands are upon you. Gently, his hands travel the side of your body and then up to your mouth. You can't help the small hiss of pain at the gag's removal. "Sorry baby." He rotates your face slightly in his hands and presses his warm mouth to yours, his tongue tracing your raw lips, soothing them. "Just hold on a second and I'll have you free." He moves to your hands and feels the bonds. "Now, I'm going to need you to hold very still." You hear the snap of his pocket knife and hold your breath knowing he is operating practically blind. The ties around your hands give way and seconds later those at your feet join them. "Good girl. Can you stand?"

"Sure, I think so," you say barely above a whisper. Oliver's strong arms help you up and he leads you toward a small sliver of light.

"It's a window. They must've been a bit sloppy when they painted this bit black. I've been trying to keep track of their movements. I can break it and by the time they can get here we can be out, but it's going to be a dead run for a long while. Can you do it?" You hesitate a second, about to suggest he send help back for you. "I'm not leaving without you." You smile knowing that even in the dark he can tell.

"I'll make it."

Oliver places you protectively behind him and kicks, shattering the opaque glass. "Right, up and over, come on." He lifts you outside over the ledge and hops out beside you. Grabbing your hand he leads you down the alleyway, the sound of bootsteps not far behind.

You run for miles it seems through the semi-deserted city streets, sometimes keeping up, sometimes Oliver dragging you behind. He spots an abandoned building just ahead. "Come on Love, we can rest through there." He leads you into its crumbling interior and carefully up the stairs to the second floor. He lays his coat on a bare section of floor near a window with a good view of the street below. Oliver sits down on the jacket and reaches a hand up to you. You kneel down and sit beside him. He leans you back against him, encouraging your head against his chest. He dusts your brow with a kiss and strokes your hair. "Rest awhile, we may have to move out again soon." You decide not to fall asleep just as your lids drift shut and exhaustion claims you.

You sleep soundly, feeling safe rising and falling with his breath, listening to his heartbeat, having his hands on your skin. Soon however you awake with a start. You sit straight up not knowing why you feel so afraid. Then it dawns on you as you scan the room for the now missing Oliver. He is walking away, barely a yard from the stairs. "Oliver?!"

He stops mid-step, you can see the hesitation as he decides whether to face you or run for it. You stand slowly, preparing to go after him should he run. He turns, a sad look on his face. "Go back to sleep. They won't come for you if they have me."

"If they have you it doesn't matter what happens to me. I can't believe you were just going to leave me like that." You move forward only to have the windowpane beside you shatter with a gunshot. You drop to the ground as the glass pelts down around you.

"NO!!!!!" Oliver's shout echoes throughout the room. He runs over as you roll out of the glass. "Are you okay?" he breathes as he kneels beside you. His hands are frantically skimming your body, searching for injury.

"I'm fine," you say a bit shakily. He helps you up and leads you out of the room and down the back staircase. You round the corner of the building and see that as the others have run inside to search for you, they've left only one man on guard. Oliver tells you to stay put and positions himself behind the unsuspecting goon. With a sharp blow to his head, Oliver drops him and gestures for you to join him. You run and jump into the passenger seat. He starts the engine and drives for the airport.

By sunset, you and Oliver are alone in the back of the first class private jet your employers have provided. He has you resting on the sofa and has been playing nursemaid for ten minutes, tending your injuries and making a fuss. As he puts the last bandage on and starts to move away, you grasp his hand and pull it to your cheek. He smiles at you lovingly, bowing to kiss you.....

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You open your eyes and roll over to find yourself looking at Adam, sleeping. You smile and reach out to lightly stroke his chest. You wonder what time he got home last night. You waited up, or tried to. He's got another television special coming up at the end of the week and has been working long hours to prepare.

You turn back over and try to ease out of bed so as not to wake him. As soon as your feet touch the floor, arms come around your waist and drag you back onto the bed. You gasp in surprise which soon dissolves into giggles as Adam embraces you tightly and places kisses on the back of your neck. You turn in his arms and your mouth slides over his own. You move slightly apart. He continues to kiss your cheek and chin, his hand toying with the thin strap of your nightgown.

"When did you get in?"

He shrugs. "Around four I think."

You run your hand down the side of his face. "Poor Adam. You should sleep."

He catches your hand, kisses it and looks into your eyes. "I will. But first." He leans forward and kisses your lips once more. This time when his hand goes to your strap, he unties it and begins to rub circles over the newly bared skin. Your arms come around him and move into his hair as his lips leave yours, kissing down your neck and traveling lower.

Just then, the telephone rings. When Adam moves back, you groan in disappointment. "Don't answer it."

"I have to Love. I'll just be a minute." He turns over and reaches for the phone. "Hello? Yes Jonathan? But... right now?"

Oh well. You retie the strap of your nightgown and climb out of the bed, heading to the kitchen. He's going to have to go back down to the theater you realize. He may as well do it on a full stomach.

As you finish making the eggs and toast, Adam clears his throat behind you. You turn and, not surprisingly, find him completely dressed. "That was..."

"That was Jonathan. You have to go. You're very sorry. You don't know when you'll be home so I shouldn't wait up."

"Uh...yeah. That's about it. Are you mad?"

You give him a small smile. "I'm not mad. I'm not happy about it. And Jonathan's timing stinks and you can tell him I said so. But, with your special coming up, it's not like it's a new thing. Eat your breakfast."

He gets a wicked grin. "Why don't you get dressed and come with me? I'll have some time between set-ups and we can have lunch."

Your smile gets wider. "You're sure?"

"Please?" You kiss his cheek as you pass him and run to the bedroom to change.

When you return, you are wearing a full, knee-length denim skirt, and a blue button down sweater. Adam smiles approvingly and takes your hand as he leads you out of the house.

Backstage at Adam's show, you are leaning against the wall being kissed thoroughly by the man himself. Too soon for your liking, they tell him the first illusion has been set up and is ready for his run-through. He kisses you one more time before leaving for the stage. While you are wandering bored backstage, you find a spacious storage closet that gives you a wonderful idea. As soon as you hear the show's technicians tell Adam to take a bow, you wait for him at the side of the stage.

When he reaches you, you take his hand and begin to run for the closet. "Love, where are we running to?"

"You'll see!" When you reach the closet you push him inside, follow him in and then shut the door. He smiles at you in the dim yellow lighting. Before he has a chance to question it, you jump up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips and kissing him for all you're worth.

Twenty minutes later, there is a loud rapping on the closet door. When Adam opens it, you find Jonathan standing there, looking rather embarrassed. Adam is smiling wickedly. You look down then turn around quickly, blushing. It seems you didn't exactly get your sweater buttoned back evenly. When you've corrected the problem, you turn back to face them. Adam takes your hand and leads you to wait for him in the wings once more.

The rest of the day, on every single set up break, you and Adam make a thorough exploration of every nook and cranny of the theater, the prop room, the basement, the wardrobe room, the empty box office.

At the end of Adam's lunch hour, Jonathan knocks on his dressing room door. Receiving no answer, he tentatively pushes it open. He finds you laying half on top of, half beside Adam on his long couch. Both of you fully clothed and fast asleep. Jonathan sighs and smiles gently. He clicks off the light and closes the door, going back to the stage to tell the crew that they have the rest of the day off.

"I was going to take you out for a nice meal and this is what you'd rather do?" Rupert stops in his tracks in front of the sign for the corn maze and glares down at you.

You smile up at him prettily. "Oh come on. We can eat out any day of the year."

"Oh yes, and today is the only day of the year where we can wander around blindly while things jump out at us from the dark and scare us half to death. Am I the only one who remembers that we live on the Hellmouth?"

"No, today is the only day we can do it and not have to worry about anything more than a scare if someone jumps out at us. Come on, I thought you were Mr. Halloween Guy."

He walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against your own as he looks into your eyes. "Well this Mr. Halloween Guy just wanted to sit on a sofa with his Halloween Girl and feed her candy while they watch those painfully low budget horror movies she so adores."

Your lips brush his own. "We can still do that later."

He smiles. "You're an evil evil girl and I will have to punish you severely later."

"Ooh. Are you going to stake me?" Your eyebrows raise as you say it and though you can't tell in the near dark, you think he might even be blushing a little.

With a sigh, he pulls away and takes you by the hand, pulling you toward the entrance. "Do you have your torch?" Rupert asks. You disentangle your hand from his and dig into your jacket pocket. You turn it on and shine it a little ahead of him and then turn it off. "Darling, it doesn't do much good to have it along if it's switched off and in your pocket." He continues to lead the way deeper into the maze.

"Yes, but the point of the maze is to get lost for awhile."

"And apparently to fall down and break your neck on the way?"

"Fine." You click on the flashlight and smile. "Maybe you're right. I'm kind of liking this flashlight thing."

He turns slightly when he realizes that you are not in fact concentrating the light ahead of him on the path but rather obviously illuminating his denim-clad butt. "Hey stop that now. It's distracting."

"I'll say it is. Shake it baby."

He walks a little faster as you continue to make comments and cat calls. Rupert keeps checking back over his shoulder, only to find you with the light still trained on his imminently squeeze-worthy butt. "I'm warning you."

There's no way you're going to deprive yourself of the lovely sight before you. In a few seconds though, the object of your concentration has moved swiftly out of the beam. You look up to see Rupert's rump running away from you at full charge, along with the rest of him.

"Rupert that's not funny!" You pick up speed to keep him within view. It's a struggle, he's quick anyway and has had actual training on how to lose someone in a chase. Soon enough, that's exactly what he's done. Your heart in your throat, you start whipping around corners faster and faster. You keep calling his name but get no answer.

As you find yourself in yet another dead end, the flashlight promptly goes dark. "Well of course!" You open the flashlight and reverse the batteries, turning it on again and still getting nothing. You lightly hit the flashlight against your leg and open it to inspect the batteries again.

Before you get a chance to switch them around, someone comes out of the cornstalks from behind you and lifts you off your feet. You scream and drop the flashlight, struggling with your captor as he pulls you back through the corn. You stop screaming and try to catch your breath when you are set on your feet in a small clearing.

You look up to the person who has abducted you, firmly intending to give Rupert a piece of your mind, only to find that it isn't Rupert at all. Even partially clouded over, the full moon gives just enough illumination to let you know that you are now alone with a vampire. And unless this person knows someone in the movie business in LA, this is the real deal and no oversized Trick or Treater.

"Rupert!" You yell as loud as you can and make a run for the one opening in the corn that qualifies as a full-fledged path. Before you get more than a couple of steps, the vampire has grasped your throat and reeled you up close to its face. You can't scream any more. You're barely getting enough air to breathe. Your hands curl over his in a feeble attempt to keep him from crushing your windpipe completely. You know you wouldn't have the strength to stop him if that was his real goal, but as he angles your neck and bares his fangs, it doesn't take a detective to figure out his game plan.

"Let go of her," you hear Rupert's voice say from behind. The vampire pivots, nearly wrenching your throat in the process.

"Or you'll do what exactly?" The creature strokes your hair.

"Me? Not a blessed thing." Rupert turns his head to look behind him. "Buffy? Buffy through here!"

As close as you are to the vampire, you can hear him gulp. "You brought the Slayer with you?"

Rupert simply smiles. The vampire slips his hand down off your throat and onto your shoulders. He throws you at Rupert as he makes a hasty retreat. Luckily for you, Rupert was expecting this and catches you easily before you can hit the ground.

Soon he has gathered you into his strong arms. His hands are smooth and warm as they caress your face. "Are you all right?"

You nod your head and look into his eyes. "I thought you said that vampires didn't come out on Halloween?"

He smiles. "I thought you said getting lost in a maze would be a lot of fun?"

"It would have been a lot of fun to get lost *together* you butthead! You ran off on me!"

"Well you wouldn't stop with the flashlight and..."

"That's just great Rupert. I can't stand that my girlfriend finds me so sexy that she loves to watch my butt when I walk so I'll just leave her out in a maze in the dark all alone so that she can be sucked dry by a vampire that didn't feel like sitting home watching All in the Family reruns. I can't believe that y..." All further argument is ended by his kiss. At first, you are still steaming, still burning off the excess adrenaline from your encounter with the vampire. Slowly though, as his lips stroke your own, and his gentle hands roam across your body, you cannot help but respond.

Suddenly a bright light hits you both in the face. "Hey, you two are going to have to leave. You're not supposed to be doing that here."

You reluctantly break the kiss and fix the newcomer with a glare that would make most people think twice. "Oh great, it's the Corn Cops." You take Rupert by the hand and start to lead him out. In a few minutes, you've made your way out of the maze and are on your way back to the parking lot.

Rupert's arm is around your waist. He kisses your temple. "Where do you want to go now Love?"

"Home."

He smiles. "You're willing to let me feed you candy?"

You look up at him. "You willing to watch Skinner with me?"

"What if I feed you the candy in the bedroom instead?"

You smirk at him. "Will there be skin involved somewhere?"

Rupert turns you to look into his eyes. "I think that can be arranged." His thumbs trace over your cheeks as his lips meet yours once more.

Have a wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

'I am not loving this,' you decide as you pull up to "Phantasmo's World of Terror". Why did that call have to come in when Oliver was out? Nick, a longtime friend of you both and fellow agent, had called to say there was a very important informant waiting here. You were loath to leave without your partner but Nick insisted this guy was scared and nervous. He would definitely run if someone couldn't get to him right now. He would be dressed as Zorro. You laughed at that until Nick informed you that you needed to throw a costume on so you didn't arouse suspicion.

So here you were at nearly 1am on Halloween night at a nearly deserted Spook House, no back up, freezing your butt off dressed as a pirate wench in a too-short skirt and strapless bodice, and hoping Nick will keep his promise not to ask why you just happened to have this particular costume handy. He doesn't need to know that Oliver has this childhood attachment to pirate stories that you, sometimes, indulge. There is no ticket taker at the door, just a sign: Closing at 1, See you next year! You have 20 minutes. You dash inside.

You keep your sig sauer pointed at the floor, refusing to aim it at anymore of the automated ghoulies that pop up from time to time. In the distance, you spot a black clad figure with his back to you. You step off the path and into the graveyard set, kicking a zombie head when it pops up and almost makes you scream. You get behind him and press the barrel right into the small of his back.

"Keep your hands out where I can see them and don't turn around until I say." He nods. You begin to pat him down, running your hand over his torso and descending, his rump (which you swear he leaned into your hand when you did), and down his legs. He is very well toned. "Okay, you can turn."

He does. He is indeed Zorro, tight black pants tucked in boots, black blousy shirt open to a low vee exposing a wonderful chest covered with hair and, of course, the mask and hat. "Nick sent me," you say holstering your gun, "what did you want to tell us?"

He steps forward too fast for you to react and get your gun. His hands are at your back, pressing you to him as his mouth sears yours in a kiss. As you open your mouth to protest, his tongue darts in and swirls with your own. When you both come up for air, he rushes you backwards against the wall and keeps you there by the force of his body against yours. You stare up into his face, trying to keep the fear off your features while your heart pumps a mile a minute. He smiles and reaches up, removing his hat by flinging it off his head and into the darkness. He pulls the mask from his eyes. Zorro's image is replaced by Oliver's grinning face. Your question is written in your expression.

"Sorry Love, Nick owed me a favor. I know this is your favorite holiday and last year you missed it completely due to that little jaunt in Rome."

You really find it very sweet that he did all this just for you, but you continue to glare at him, not wanting him to know the end justified his means. You press back against him to free yourself. He does not budge but his eyes flash with passion. "Do you really want to fight?"

Your heart picks up its flutter again. Oh god this could be fun. You push hard against him in answer, this time almost succeeding in moving him away from you. His body moves even tighter against you in retaliation. He moves his hand under your skirt. Your breath catches. Oliver smiles. You blush as you realize his intent when you feel him remove your gun from your garter holster. "You son of a..." Your words are cut off by Oliver's rough kiss. He is crushing your mouth, nipping at your tongue, bruising your lips, and you never want him to stop.

You feel him reach under your skirt again. 'Not that easily Mr. Sampson, not this time.' You clamp your legs shut seconds before you feel his hand on your thigh. He tries to pull them apart, when that doesn't work, he gently rubs your leg. Nope, that's not going to do it either. He breaks off the kiss and looks to you, challenge burning in your eyes. He grinds his hips against you, letting you feel his hardness. You manage to stifle a groan and never taking your eyes from his, still refuse him access. His hand moves to your throat, rubbing the place he knows you like. He resumes his kisses, this time meticulous and tender. You know you're not going to be able to keep your end of the game up much longer, not under this assault.

Oliver's hand slides down from your neck to your shoulder and then down to the top of the bodice which he rips away with one pull. In the back of your mind, you're dreading how you're going to explain having to have this damn thing repaired...again! That thought is soon dispersed by the careful kneading of Oliver's hands on your breasts. You can't deny him, or yourself, any longer. As soon as you part your legs just a little, you feel Oliver's knee slide between, ensuring you don't change your mind. You feel his nimble fingers behind you, undoing the wrap skirt and pulling it from your body. You are now pinned against him in nothing but panties. "This isn't fair!" You bring your hands to the front of his shirt and rip it completely open, loving the feel of his bare chest hugging so tightly to yours. He reaches down and unzips his pants. You grab the top of the pants and shove them down to his thigh. Your hands explore his smooth cheeks, squeezing them until he is panting in your ear.

You feel his fingers curl over the waistband of your lace panties and bid your favorite pair a silent good-bye as he sends them the way of the bodice. He slides his fevered forehead against your own and looks you in the eyes before capturing your lips once more with his own. He secures both your wrists in one hand and holds them against the wall over your head. He uses his knee to boost you up, your legs coming to curl around his thighs. When you slide back down, he impales you on his erection. You moan into each others mouths, working your bodies together with perfect familiarity. You tear your mouth from his, needing air as you climax together.

You slide your legs back down to support yourself. Oliver leans against you, planting small kisses on your shoulderblade. "We should go," you manage after a few minutes. He looks up at you. "They'll be closing soon. We don't want to get locked in."

"Nick's brother owns the place. It's all ours till the morning when they come to tear it down." You smile at him. "Happy Halloween my Love." You kiss him again and slide to the floor together.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"Love, are you ever coming out? Like before Halloween ends?" Adam whines from the bedroom.

"Almost ready," you call as you turn out the bathroom light. You take a deep breath and open the doors, stepping into the bedroom. You smile as you take in Adam's apparel. He is sitting at the edge of the bed, swathed in blue tartan cloth. A billowing white shirt and matching kilt complete his ensemble. "There can be only one?" You arch your eyebrow, grinning even wider when he nonchalantly inches the kilt just a little higher up his leg.

"If there can be only one, then it's you Love," he purrs.

He takes in your outfit with a smile equal to your own. Sheer, flowing azure material covers your arms and legs with slightly more opaque, darker, material draped tightly over your torso, dipping at your cleavage just enough to make him smile that special way. Blue beads adorn your carefully crafted hair. He stands and takes your hand.

"You're a genie."

"I'm *your* genie."

If sex was an expression, it would be the one on Adam's face now, as he contemplates your words. "And I get...three wishes?"

"As long as I get one wish in exchange...then yes. Three wishes. Master."

Adam swallows hard. "Agreed. A-anything I want?"

You curtsey slightly and smile. "Anything, Master."

"All right, come sit on the bed?" You let him lead you there. He sits with you, keeping light hold of your slightly trembling hands. "I wish for you to take down your hair."

"My hair?"

"Yes. I wish for you to wear it long." A test, you realize. Most of the hour you spent in the bathroom was fixing your hair just so. He wants to see if you really mean it when you say anything he wants.

"As you wish Master." Your hands come up, removing the carefully pinned beads first. Next you unfasten the braids and begin to untwist them. You're a little annoyed, as he knew you would be, but a promise is a promise. However, just once you'd like to arrive on time for your annual Halloween party...and looking as good as you'd started the night. Oh well.

As the last of your tresses fall to their natural length, he runs his hands slowly through them, combing out the curl the braids have added. As his fingers stroke your neck and scalp, you try not to forget to breathe. Such skill in even Adam's smallest touch. A kind of power that might be annoying, if you didn't benefit from it so much.

"My second wish?"

"Yes Master?"

Adam, ever the showman, presses right up to your ear, his warm breath dancing the words to you. "I wish for you to let me kiss you." The slightest turn of your head brings you eye to eye with him.

"Granted," you breathe.

He smiles and presses his mouth to your own, sweetly gentle at first then building in passion as his tongue traces the part in your lips and plunges in to explore. As you feel his mouth pull away from your own, you move to look into his eyes. His hand on your cheek stops you. "Uh-uh, I'm not done yet," he whispers against your skin. He nibbles his way across your cheek and down your throat. As his lips graze the swell of your breasts, your breath catches. You feel Adam smile against your skin, just before he pulls away.

You manage not to groan in disappointment, though as well as he reads you, you might as well have. "For my third wish..."

"Yes?"

"I want...that is I wish...for you to answer a question for me. Truthfully."

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?" If you didn't know better, you'd think Mr. Confidence himself just wavered in his self-assurance.

"Yes Adam. I do love you."

"Why?" You can see the need to know why he is lovable, why it is you could possibly love him brewing in his stormy green eyes. It just about breaks your heart.

"Why? Because I didn't have a choice in the matter. Because you're the other half of my heart."

He smiles, but his eyes are still sad. "And if you could've chosen?"

"I'd still have picked Adam Klaus." Before he can say another word, you lean forward and kiss him. His hand comes into your hair again, soothing. "Now my turn?" you ask as you break the kiss.

He is grinning. "Anything at all, Mistress."

"What *do* Scotsmen wear under their kilts?"

Before your eyes, a flurry of rustling material makes way for the answer to the age old question. You can't help smiling as Adam kisses you once more and you lay back together...

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams." ~W.B. Yeats

The sun is still sweltering as it begins to set behind the high ridges of the Valley of the Kings. From the artifact tent, Rupert Giles emerges in a loose white cotton shirt and pants and makes his way to where you sit. You are sketching on a pad of paper as you sit near the edge of Tutankhamen's long emptied tomb, gazing into the starry, rapidly purpling sky. He sits on the rocks behind and a little above you and begins to massage your neck, placing a kiss on the top of your hair.

You close the pad as you lose the final light of day and lean your back into his legs, your head resting on his stomach. His arms come around you in an embrace. For a while, you sit just that way, watching the stars come out and play against the clear sky, the ancient monuments silhouetted. As long as you've been here, it's still hard for you to reconcile this sight you've dreamt of seeing since you were a child. You'll both be going home in a few days and the whole thing still seems so surreal to you.

You hear Rupert shift behind you. Soon, his warm breath is at your ear, carrying his whisper. "I have something for you. Close your eyes." You obey and shortly thereafter feel cold metal around your neck. "All right, open them."

You do, and look down at the silver ankh on a silver chain which now hangs around your neck. "Oh Rupert. It's beautiful. Thank you."

"Well, I just wanted to be sure you'd have something to remember the trip by."

"As if I could ever forget. Every day spent scouring the ruins of a civilization that existed millennia before the earliest of my ancestors, I have record of, were even born. Every night wrapped in the arms of the man I love more than anything else on the planet. I think this whole experience can be safely considered indelible."

Rupert smiles. "Well, with the dig and all, we've been kind of relegated to one place. We have one weekend left my Love." He goes back to massaging your shoulders. "What would you still like to see?"

"Hmm, let me think." You consider your favorite books on the region, both historical and mythological. Trying to think of the few things you'd really regret not having been to when you were here. "Oh wait. I know." You turn to face him, eyes sparkling. "Can we please go explore the Temple of Hatshepsut? I know we saw it briefly but we didn't really get to go look around it and..."

He puts his finger to your lips and smiles. "Shh, anything you like my Love. It's a date." You smile and kiss him.

Shortly thereafter, you retire to your tent. Rupert falls quickly into an exhausted sleep after the days activities. You pull the cover up over the both of you in the now cool night air. As Rupert's arms come around you in his sleep, you doze off.

Though you set off together at dawn, it is almost noon before you reach the sprawling temple. It is unexpectedly and blissfully free of other tourists, a rarity to be sure Rupert's friend Rashid, the leader of your dig, assures you. After asking if you two will be all right, he drives off on his way to Luxor, promising to pick you back up at dusk. You take Rupert's hand and begin to lead him giddily toward the temple. He is smiling fondly at your enthusiasm.

You notice this. "What are you grinning at?"

"Oh nothing. You I suppose. You're very adorable when you're being adventurous."

You arch an eyebrow, "Uh-huh. Okay, tell me Hellmouth Guy, we've been here for weeks."

"Yes?"

"And no sign of a nice decrepit, foot dragging, curse bringing, killer mummy anywhere. Disappointed or relieved?"

Rupert smiles. "Relieved actually. Been there done that. Though she was Incan not Egyptian. And she tried to kiss me."

"What?"

"I assure you it's perfectly true."

You fold your arms across your chest and feign indignation. "Mummy gigolo."

"Don't worry, she was only trying to kill me. Nothing sensual about it."

"Ah, well that's good to know I guess."

Rupert suddenly looks past you over your shoulder, his expression growing tense. "Oh dear, it seems we spoke too soon!"

"What?!" You pivot so fast you nearly fall over, expecting a real life Karloff in full smell and strangle-o-vision. You, however, see only the sunlight bathing the ancient stone in a golden cast.

You turn back to see Rupert smiling Cheshire-style. "Made you look." He crinkles his nose and winks at you. You move your arm as if to slip it around his waist. Instead, you swat him on the butt as hard as you can. "Ow!" he jumps.

"Bad Rupert, no cookie."

"Why you..."

You take off running for the temple entrance. You know you're gonna get it when he catches you, but you can hardly breathe you're giggling so bad. You turn a corner and press yourself up against the wall. You soon realize, you're hearing no footsteps or movement of any kind, just the wind blowing through the temple. A bit worried by this, the smile fades from your lips and you come out from around the corner. "Rupert?" Nothing but your own voice echoing. "Rupert?" you call a little more loudly. Suddenly, arms grip you around the waist and hoist you into the air.

"You have defiled the temple and will be sacrificed in penance!"

"Rupert!" You're laughing as he slings you over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down! You're being silly!"

"Oh no, no escape for you little one. You're to be my sacrifice."

"A virgin sacrifice?"

"Oh yes," his hand is on the back of your thigh, moving steadily up your leg, "those are the best kind." He carries you a little farther into the temple.

The steady sway of his step mingled with the stuffy desert air is not being conducive to your equilibrium in your upside down position. "Ooh Rupert, you really do have to put me down. I'm so dizzy."

"I'm sorry." He slides you down his front gently. You feel your feet touch the ground but your knees refuse to lock to support you and you begin to slump. He clasps you against his front and eases down into a sitting position. Rupert pulls you into his lap and cradles you there. "You okay?"

"Yes," it comes out much weaker and quieter than intended. "I just need a minute, for my head to clear." He brushes your hair from your face and rubs your back, comfortingly. Once your focus comes back to you, you realize your head is now laying on Rupert's shoulder, his neck mere centimeters from your mouth. You lean forward and kiss his throat lightly.

"Feeling better?" Your only answer is your mouth on his neck again, a bit more enthusiastic this time. "Oh that's um, that's very nice." You hand moves over his chest, undoing a few buttons and slipping inside to rub the warm hair covered skin there. Rupert is now practically purring. The hand he has been resting chastely on your knee begins to massage its way up to your inner thigh. As your fingernail grazes his nipple, he squeezes your thigh. You move your lips to his.

Rupert's fingers dance down the front of your blouse, freeing your skin to his touch. He pushes your arms away from him for a moment to send your top and bra to the ground. Your hands return to his shirt, finishing their task of opening and removing it. He eases you down off his lap and lays you back on his discarded shirt. He removes your shoes, socks, trousers and panties, each teasingly slow. He kisses you quickly, then stands to take off his pants.

His eyes meet yours as he unfastens himself. Then just before he pushes the material down, Rupert's gaze drops shyly. Your heart flutters. Damn you love this man. When his eyes find yours again, you cast a slow appraising glance up and down his glorious bare body. "Well well Professor Giles, I believe that is the most well preserved obelisk in all of antiquity." That gets a true blush out of him. You smile.

Rupert lays down beside you, his hand brushing across your chest as his mouth rediscovers your own. He slips a hand to the back of your neck, his fingers gently rubbing into your hair. He brings his body over yours and readjusts your legs with his hand. He enters you in perfect unity. You luxuriate in the feel of his smooth back underneath your sensitized palms as he works himself inside you. You feel yourself approaching climax. A light nip at his earlobe brings Rupert over with you. He moans your name against your cheek.

When his breathing calms, he gathers you to his chest as he sits up against the wall. You look up at him. "So, did the sacrifice appease your Gods?"

"I don't know about them," he pants, "but I am thoroughly appeased."

"Glad to hear it."

"We should probably get dressed. We don't have a lot of time left if you want to explore." You lick his neck and run your hand down his chest, slowly. "What are you doing?"

You smile up at him. "Exploring." Rupert returns your smile and gently lays you back down.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

It is nearly midnight on Halloween. You are in Oliver's lighthouse and he sleeps beside you in the bed. The two of you danced the night away at one of Rick's famous costume parties. Oliver donned his now famous Zorro costume once more while you accompanied him as The Queen of Swords. And after the two of you got home, there was more exhausting activity.

For some reason though, you just simply cannot sleep. You quietly creep out of bed, slip your nightgown back on and wrap up in an extra blanket you've swiped from the end of the bed. You make your way to Oliver's study, browsing through the books there. Nothing really jumps out at you as entertaining reading.

The wind really seems to have picked up outside. It almost sounds like moaning. Something about it seems to beckon you and you find yourself winding up the spiral stairs leading up to the light platform. You clutch the blanket more tightly around yourself as you look over the railing at the waves crashing into the rocks below. As you look out into the low fog starting to hug the shoreline, you swear you can see the form of a woman in long skirts walking along the rocky outcropping. She appears to be alternately looking out across the water and crying. A distinct chill moves across your skin.

"What are you doing out here Love?" Oliver's voice behind you startles you so much that you have to grasp the rail to keep from going over it. Soon his arms are around you, holding you against him tightly. "It's freezing out here. You'll catch your death. Come back in."

"Oliver wait...look out there." You point to the rocks. "Don't you see her?"

He peers over your shoulder and you hear him gasp quietly. "My god, it's true."

"What is?"

"The story the Realtor told me when she sold me the place. Said to pay the legend no mind but that they were obligated by law to inform prospective buyers of any possible paranormal activity."

"What legend?" You keep your eyes on the figure below you.

"About a hundred years ago, a woman named Katherine Reedly inherited the lighthouse from her father. Over the first year of her Keeper duty, she became enamored of the captain of a local fishing boat called the Bountiful Journey. His name was Seth Campbell and he was equally taken with the lovely Kate. He saved for another two years and then asked her to marry him. She agreed and the two planned the ceremony for the little chapel in the village upon his return from...well what turned out to be his last excursion."

"He never came back?"

"There was more to it than that. It was Halloween night and an unusually thick fog rolled in across the water. Kate lit the beacon and watched nervously for her beloved's vessel to come safely to port. That night, Walter Risher, her friend since childhood, stopped in to keep her company. He begged her to come in from the cold and take tea with him. Shortly after finishing the tea she felt very very tired and fell asleep on the couch in the parlor. She didn't realize that Walter had been in love with her since they were children and that he had no intention of losing her to a sea captain that he deemed beneath her."

"What did he do?"

"As Kate slept, he crept up to the platform and extinguished the light. When Kate awoke, it was to the noise made by the Bountiful Journey splintering against the rocks. All hands were lost."

"Oh god," you shake your head. "And Kate?"

"She confronted Walter, who admitted what he'd done. Unable to face life without the handsome Seth, she jumped from the platform to her share her death with her beloved on the rocks below. And she did it right in front of Walter. He wound up in an asylum for the rest of his miserable life. Or so the legend goes."

"It's so sad."

"It's said that on Halloween nights that mimic the weather conditions of that tragic night, she appears and searches for her Seth to come for her so that they can sail away together but that he cannot find his way to her without the light and until love has a home in the lighthouse again."

You turn and hold Oliver to you. You smile and kiss his lips. "Turn the light on Oliver. Come on. If that's true we've got Seth halfway here. Bring him back to her."

"I can't," he says sadly.

"Why?"

"Honestly, I'm not allowed to just switch it on willy nilly."

"This isn't willy or nilly! This is her lost love!" You are very upset, on the verge of tears.

Oliver pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. "Shh...it's all right. Why is this getting to you so badly?"

"Look at her Oliver. She's right here and time...death...it all meant nothing next to how much she loved him. With all the chances we take in our work? I could be her."

"I understand."

You inhale sharply as you get and idea. "Oliver get a candle!"

"What? Why?"

"Get one and bring it up here. The legend said a light from the platform, it didn't say it had to be the actual beacon."

He smiles brightly. "It's worth a try. Be right back." He darts down the stairs.

You lean slightly over the rail, observing Katherine's vigil. Soon Oliver is beside you, one arm around your waist and the other holding a vanilla pillar candle in front of you. You reach down to the hand on your stomach and take the lighter Oliver holds there. "Hold on Kate. Seth's coming home." You flick the lighter and touch the flame to the wick.

The candle begins to glow with light and shortly thereafter you begin to see the shape of a male figure form near the spirit of Katherine. It begins to take on more substance and soon you can clearly see a tall handsome man with dark hair dressed in mariner's clothes from a century before. He extends his hand to Kate and she rushes into his arms.

Oliver holds you tighter as you watch Katherine and Seth's reunion. The spirits break their embrace long enough for both to look up to the platform. Seth tips his cap to the two of you while Kate waves, both smiling. You and Oliver wave back. Katherine and Seth turn back to each other and arm in arm, walk out across the water and disappear into the fog.

You blow out the candle and drop it over the side of the railing and into the waves below. Oliver turns you in his embrace so that he can kiss you deeply. He sweeps you up into his arms and carries you back down the stairs and into the bedroom once more.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You are at work when your phone rings. You answer and hear a wonderfully familiar voice on the other end.

"Trick or Treat."

"It's not Halloween yet Adam."

"Well I know, but we have to start early this year. I mean after all, I'm doing that big show on Halloween. And tomorrow, we've got that party to attend."

"What were you going as again?" You smile as you try to sound nonchalant.

Adam laughs lightly on the other end. "You wish."

"Hey it was worth a shot."

"So with everything getting rapidly booked up, tonight's really the last night we have to make plans for just the two of us on this your special day."

You toy with the phone cord. "You know, I always pictured you with the kind of girl that had a real special thing for Christmas or Valentine's day. How did you wind up with a Halloween chick like me?"

"Well...once I saw beneath your mask, I found myself haunted by your beauty. You could hardly disguise how spirited you were. My heart never stood a ghost of a chance..."

You groan loudly. "Okay, stop with the puns already. I get it."

"So, lady's choice. What are we doing tonight to mark the occasion?"

After a moment's consideration, you grin. "Horror-a-thon."

"That's all you want? We did that last year."

"Adam...look up the word "Tradition" for me."

"It's just that...we could do anything you want and all you want is to watch a bunch of movies you've seen so much you can recite them from memory."

"So sue me, I like it when you scream like a girl and hide your eyes against my shoulder."

"Very funny. That's really all you want? And I do not scream like a girl."

You giggle. "That's all I want. If it makes you feel better, we can start off with the new version of Exorcist at the theater and then come home for the rest."

"Yes well...I suppose that's a bit more like an actual date." You hear some noise in the background and then Adam comes back on the line. "Look Love, Jonathan's getting impatient to get on with the rehearsal so let me call around after a bit, get the tickets and everything squared away and I'll get back to you, all right?"

"Sure thing. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye now."

As you turn back to your keyboard, you realize that work always seems a little more dull after talking to Adam.

******

A message from Adam on your voice mail let you know that he'd secured tickets for an 8pm showing of Exorcist. "The first showing available after dark. Just the way I knew you'd want it." You smile as you brush your hair in the mirror. He said he'd be sending his driver for his Little Gothic Princess. Yes you're a grown up now, but for event horror you pull out burgundy lipstick, black nail polish, a black satin choker and a black velvet dress that looks like it was designed more for a renaissance fair than watching a movie. After all, in this particular realm, you're no mere theatergoer, you're a connoisseur.

From the car, you notice that almost all the theaters in town are just packed tonight. You seem to be heading for the farthest side of the city. When the car comes to a stop, it is in front of an older theater that doesn't look exactly open. "Excuse me," you say to the driver, "are you sure this is the place?"

"It's the address I was given ma'am."

"Okay." Tentatively, you step out of the car and approach the doors. As your hand reaches out, the door swings slowly open. Before you stands a man dressed as Riff-Raff from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

"Do come in Miss. The Master is expecting you. You see, tonight is one of his affairs."

A smile creeps slowly across your face. "Thanks." You step past him into a fabulously decorated lobby. Coffins and tableaus line the room. It does your little Halloween heart good.

"Riff-Raff" locks the door behind you. "Follow me please." He walks you to the end of the lobby and gestures for you to go ahead to the theater at the end of the hallway.

As you near it, you see Adam there. He wears a blood-red velvet coat with tails, black pants and boots and a high-collared white ruffle-front peasant shirt. His hair is spiked with gel. He bows elegantly and extends his arm to you.

You take his hand and let him embrace you as you lean up to kiss him. "Boy you just can't do anything simply can you?"

"Nope," he says as he wraps your arm around his own. He leads you through the doors and up the stairs toward the balcony.

"So you rented out the theater?"

"For the whole night."

"Exorcist won't take that long...unless they added a lot more than I was led to believe."

"We're doing the whole Horror-a-thon here."

You stop him at the top step. "Well wait a second. I thought we'd hit the video store on the way home, what did y..."

"Madame will be starting her ghoulish celebration with the new version of The Exorcist as requested. Followed by Halloween."

You smile. "Well, that one's a gimme."

"Then Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Nightmare on Elm Street, Re-Animator...and if we're not asleep by then, Army of Darkness."

"All unrated versions?"

"But of course." He produces a black rose from behind his back and hands it to you. You take it, smiling and trying not to tear up. "Are you happy?"

"Oh are you kidding me? This is better than diamonds." A thought occurs to you and you frown slightly.

"What's wrong Love?"

"Well, everything's perfect and I know this was supposed to be an evening for just you and me...but part of the fun of horror in a theater is watching it in a big audience."

He smiles slyly. "So you've said many times before." He opens the door to the balcony. "If you would come this way Mistress."

You walk through into a balcony box and move over to the edge. You look down and see a large group of people in the seats below you, all in costumes. "Surprise!" they yell in unison.

You turn to Adam who is smiling. "Thought the crew might enjoy a little break as well." You look back down into the crowd and notice Jonathan dressed in a Winnie the Pooh costume and waving a paw your way.

Once again facing Klaus the Magnificent, you launch yourself into his arms and energetically affix your mouth to his. When you break the kiss, you are grinning. "Perfect now Love?" he asks.

You nod enthusiastically. "I love you."

"But of course." He smiles. He claps his hands loudly in the air and the lights dim. You take your seats as the first movie begins to roll.

You lean over and whisper into his ear. "Tomorrow night. The party. You pick out anything you want me to wear and I'll wear it." He arches an eyebrow at you and you mouth at him "Anything" followed by a suggestive wink.

He gulps audibly and puts his arm around your shoulders as you settle back to enjoy your Halloween gift.

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You slip the letter into your purse, check yourself one last time in the mirror, and begin the dreaded drive. You feel like such a schmuck, so much so you didn't even tell Oliver where you were going today. Your scores at the range have been consistently low since the injury you sustained to your wrist at the costume ball. Your employers have informed you that if you do not attend and complete this remedial session, you will no longer be assigned to missions with firefight potential. That means desk job, which means you are no longer Oliver's partner, which means here you are schlepping out on an ungodly hour on a Monday morning.

You park your car and get out. There are no other cars in the lot. You enter the building. "Hello?" The echoed clicking of your heels is the only sound you can hear. It is almost purposely quiet. You begin to feel very uneasy. You reach into your purse, take the safety off your sig sauer and grip the handle, still keeping it hidden. "Hellooo?" Faster than you can see, a hand clamps over your mouth from behind.

As you are about to pull the gun out, you hear a familiar English voice speak, "If I could just sneak up on you this easily, you really do need the remedial course." Assured now of your assailant's identity, you elbow him firmly in the stomach. A loud "OOF" accompanies your release and you pivot to find Oliver holding his arms over his injury. "What'd you do that for?"

"I only wish it had been lower. What the hell are you doing here?!"

Oliver gathers to his full height and smirks. "I'm your instructor."

"Oh great. Maybe I should use this damn thing on myself and save us the afternoon?"

"Oh come on, we'll get you back up to speed. Then you can appease the allmighties. Course, in order to pass the class you'll have to sleep with the teacher."

"I hate you," you say smiling as he slips his arm around your shoulders and walks you out of the room.

You put on your ear protection and empty a clip into the target. You sit your gun on the counter and try not to fall over laughing when you see where all your shots have hit. You slip off the headset.

"Um...nice grouping...although," Oliver points to the target, "I hate to think who you were thinking about at the time. I, uh...I did put the seat down on the toilet and the cap back on the toothpaste this morning, yes?"

You blow on the barrel of your gun, "Guess you'll find out when we get home...won't ya?" He clears his throat and adjusts his collar dramatically. You giggle and turn back to the counter. You remove the expended clip and slap in a new cartridge. Oliver moves behind you, his arms coming around and sliding up your own. You turn to look at him and arch your eyebrow.

"What? I'm supposed to be teaching you."

"Yes, but teaching me what?"

"Oh come on, concentrate." He directs his attention to the range again.

When you face the target once more, Oliver grinds himself suggestively against your backside. You jump and accidentally squeeze off a shot that hits the target in its would-be eye. "Oliver!" He is laughing.

"Okay Love here," He slides his hands up your arms again and helps you to line up the shot. You fire and hit it square in the heart. "Good girl. Now, support the weak wrist and don't think about it." He takes his hand off yours but remains pressed tightly against you. You fire and make the shot. You finish the rest of the clip in a similar manor.

As you place your gun on the counter, Oliver smiles at you. He takes your hand in his. "Well my dear, I think you're cured." He bends your hand so that he can kiss it. Unfortunately, it is the injured one which is still a little sensitive and you yelp in pain. This startles Oliver, who winces, realizing what he just did. "Oh Love, I'm sorry." He straightens your wrist, rubbing it soothingly, planting kisses on your hand and working his way up your arm.

"Oliver, we should stop." That probably would have sounded more convincing if it didn't come out breathy from your excitement and if you could wipe the smile off your face.

"So stop me," he lifts you to sit on the counter, sliding your gun away to give you more room. "Come on, I'm the bad guy," he nibbles on your lip then licks the indentation left by his teeth, "take me down." Your heart is drumming wildly and your capture his lips with your own. Moments later you pull back and look into his eyes. "I hope you haven't been doing this with everyone we've gone after." He smiles. "You haven't have you?"

"Oliver?"

"Yes Love?"

"Shut-up." You use the counter to push off and drop him to the ground with you landing on top. He grins brightly as you kiss him again......

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

Your fingers interlace with those of Adam Klaus as the two of you wander about the county fairgrounds. It has just turned dark and the cool night air has replaced the heat of day. Adam removes his denim jacket and places it over your shoulders. He wears faded jeans and a dark blue T-shirt while you are in a knee-length green summer dress.

The light from the rides on the midway catch your eye, but Adam steers you toward the game booths. You take your hand from his and slip it around his waist. You know that you're going to be there awhile.

When he spots a forlorn little girl walking away from a booth, he walks right up to her. Adam crouches before her and produces a flower from behind his back. He hands it to her and gets her to smile. "What's your name?"

"Sara."

"What were you trying to win?"

She shyly turns back to the booth and points up. "The big pink unicorn."

He touches her nose with his finger and smiles. "Well, I can't promise anything but why don't you wait here for a few minutes and I'll see what I can do?"

She nods, still smiling and holds her flower before her proudly. Adam stands, winks at you and makes his way to the booth. The girl's mother, who has apparently been watching the whole thing, walks up to you. "Is he with you?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well it's sweet of him to try to win her a toy but he doesn't ha..."

"The game was fixed so that she couldn't win. He's a magician. He knows how to cheat the cheaters. Trust me, she'll have herself a pink unicorn in under an hour. And I have a closet full of stuffed animals for proof."

The girl's mother smiles at you.

It takes Adam ten minutes of winning and trading up for ever-larger stuffed animals before he acquires the sought-after prize. He turns to Sara and smiles. "Sure you want this one? I can get you that big one up there."

You note with amusement the panic that spreads across the face of the booth operator. Adam's told you often enough that they use the one huge prize as a draw for the crowds. With the game being rigged, most folks never get anywhere near winning it; a good thing for the operator as it's usually the only one they have.

"No thanks Mister. I just like the pink one."

Adam turns to the operator smugly as he reluctantly hands over the pink unicorn. "You're lucky the little lady isn't as greedy as you. If I come by later and you're running the same scam," he points up to the grand prize, "I guess I'll have a new present for my girlfriend."

He walks to Sara, kneels before her and hands over the stuffed animal. She hugs it first and then Adam. Her mother touches your arm. "Hang onto that one. He's going to make a good father." She leaves your side and stands beside her daughter. "Come on Sweetie, let's go home."

"Thanks Mister!" Sara takes her mother's hand and they disappear into the crowd.

Adam rejoins your side and takes your arm. "So, " he smiles, "already staking me out for Daddy potential?"

"You heard that huh?"

"Indeed. Do you agree with her assessment?"

"Of course I do. I've always thought you'd be a good Papa. After all, you have so much in common with a child." You find yourself being soundly tickled for that. You giggle and slap at his arms until he relents. "I'm just kidding. I really do think you'd be wonderful."

He kisses you, then holds you tightly. "I'm not sure I'm quite ready to be that responsible yet." He leans close to your ear and whispers, "though the trying for it is really really fun." You tickle him briefly until he kisses you.

Adam pulls back and smiles down at you. "Come on, let's go ride your rides." He takes your hand and leads you to the midway. The next half hour is spent on the "Scrambler" being pressed as tightly up against him as is possible while clothed.

Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"I still don't see why this is necessary."

Rupert puts his hands on his hips and gives you a withering look. "It's not necessary. It's totally up to you. If you insist on coming on patrol with me while Buffy's gone for Spring Break, you need at least some basic combat training. If you don't want to do the lesson, then you can't come on patrol."

"Fine." You sigh and stand across from him. He has pushed most of his living room furniture aside and stands before you on the mat he's placed on the floor. He is barefoot and wears his jogging suit while you are in shorts and a tee shirt.

You shake out your arms and legs. Rupert is smiling at you sweetly, if not a little smugly. "All right. Turn and face away from me." You do and he comes up behind you, gently placing one arm around your neck and the other around your waist. "Now what do you do if a vampire's behind you?"

You smile. "Scream for you and then faint?"

"If you're not going to take this seriously then I don't see any point in..."

While Rupert has begun his lecture, you have wrapped your ankle around his and pulled it toward you while at the same time thrusting your backside into his stomach and pushing all your weight backwards. You have caught him off guard and the two of you tumble backwards to the mat. He lands with an audible grunt as you land as hard as you can on his abdomen. The force of your landing knocks the air out of his lungs and he releases you. You scamper away and sit on the edge of the mat.

Rupert turns only his head to look at you. He is scowling.

"What?"

"Of course, if a vampire came up behind you in a battle situation you would be able to irritate him long enough to distract him into letting you go. Yes brilliant strategy. I must tell Buffy to stop practicing her martial arts skills in favor of this incredible tactic you've thought up."

You stand up. "If you're going to be mean, I'm going home."

Rupert rises as well. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get you to understand how much danger you're in when you come out with me."

"You don't mind when Buffy's there."

"That's because Buffy can look after herself and take care of the majority of anything we meet. I'm her back-up which means I have the luxury of looking after you. When it's just me, you have to be able to watch yourself or you put us both in danger by being there."

You lower your head. "Sorry."

Rupert approaches and lifts your chin. He kisses you softly and looks into your eyes. "Why don't we try again?"

You nod and he walks you back to the center of the mat. Once again, he turns you away from him and places his arm around your neck. "Now, in this position, what do you do?"

You wrap your hands around his arm and try to tug down. He pulls back up and nearly lifts you off the mat. You sigh in defeat. "I don't know what I'd do."

"All right, let's take it back a step. When you start to see my arm come around you, you grab it. Stop me from getting a good hold."

"Okay." He brings his arm across you again and you grab his wrist before he can encircle your throat. "Now what?"

"Now," he removes his wrist from your grasp and turns you to look into his eyes. His arms gently hold yours. "You would take that wrist and twist it as hard as you could. This is a vampire. If you can do it hard and fast enough, you should be able to break it. At the minimum, you've given him a serious handicap in the rest of the fight. And if you're lucky, you might just get enough time to get completely away. Let's try another one." He pushes against you and you land flat on your back on the mat.

In seconds, his body has covered yours and he has your wrists pinned down. "Now what?" He questions.

You blush and find waves of heat moving to all kinds of interesting parts of your body. You lick your lips. "You kiss me?"

He blinks at you then smiles slowly. "You call that fighting?"

You grin. "Who said I was going to fight it?"

He lowers his head until his lips are almost brushing yours. "If this is your way of trying to get extra credit with the teacher..."

"Yes?" you whisper.

"It's working." His mouth covers your own in a kiss.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"James Bond."

Oliver smirks at you. "Such an obvious choice. Not even close my Sweet."

A long and so far unrewarding stakeout of a supposed double agent named Logan's condominium has run into the wee hours of the morning.

"I'm starting to think that Grayson's information was waaay off here Oliver."

"Well it wouldn't be the first time they were off on this sort of thing. That's why they have us observe them before they drag them up on groundless charges. Our employers' way of checking for leaks while they get to punish us for having too large of a travel expense account. Princess Leia."

It is your turn to smirk. "A significant role model to be sure, but not the earliest. Try again."

He stretches his arm behind you and kisses you on the cheek as you lean your head on his shoulder. "Damn. I was so hoping to see you in that slave girl outfit."

"Gods. For all the Armani suits in the world, you're just a Sci-Fi fanboy at heart aren't you?"

"Complaining?"

"No comment."

"Was that light off before?" He nods toward the house.

"I don't think so. He may be on the move. What do you say we try for a little scout around? I could do with stretching my legs a bit anyway."

"Just trying to get out of your next guess?" Oliver smiles as he loads his sig.

"Steed?"

"A noble selection indeed but as you said not the earliest." He looks you up and down carefully. "Mrs. Peel?"

"Nope."

"Thought maybe you were giving yourself away with that guess. It wasn't Tara-boom-dee-ay was it?"

"Hey you're out of turn. And if you're referring to the illustrious Miss King, no. Not her either."

You both exit the car and crouch behind the side of it keep cover. "All right Love, ladies choice. Front or back?"

"Back sounds like more fun but if any of the neighbors get nosy it's less likely they'll worry about a woman lurking around his front yard."

"Bloody female chauvinist." He smiles and kisses you before jogging off out of sight.

Keeping your weapon concealed as best you can, you creep from behind the car and approach the front of the residence. You see nothing as you peer through the window sheers. You slowly walk around toward the garage to see if Logan's car is still there. The car is indeed there and you jump back around the side of the garage as you notice that Logan appears to be inside and sitting behind the wheel.

When five minutes pass and you notice no movement, you raise your weapon a little higher and walk to the driver's side door. You can tell that Logan is sitting slumped over the steering wheel. As you look closer, you notice a good deal of blood on his emotionless face. You haven't long to ponder it however. You hear a loud smack and start to feel a blinding wave of pain in the back of your head when all is replaced by darkness.

When you wake up, you are sitting in a straight chair with your hands tied behind your back. Your vision is blurry at first but when it clears you can see that you are sitting in a living room with one lamp on. You cast a glance out the window and observe the car you and Oliver spent most of the evening in. You realize that you are in Logan's condo. As you look up and find Grayson smiling down on you, you also realize that this whole assignment was a set-up from the start.

Two tall men enter the room, one with black hair and the other blonde. You don't recognize either of them but they stride up beside Grayson.

"We've fully checked the perimeter sir. No trace of Sampson."

Grayson shrugs. "He's here."

"Maybe he saw the girl get captured, figured it out and took off."

Grayson shakes his head. "Doesn't matter what he saw or what he's figured out. As long as she's here," he runs his gloved finger under your chin. You shake it off and glare at him. "He's here. Find him."

They leave the room and Grayson takes a seat opposite you. "Why," you ask.

"It's actually very simple. I had a lucrative operation going and Logan caught wind of it."

"Why Oliver and me then?"

"It's my fault really, and for that I must apologize. I got sloppy. Logan caught on because he worked more closely with me. But there were things there that our hyper-clever Mr. Sampson would have picked up on as well, especially given the condition they would find Logan's body in."

"And me?"

"You? You're the star of our little scenario. I've planted enough information to ensure that Logan will be perceived as almost certainly a traitor. But you are the motive."

"The motive?"

"The two of you were assigned to ascertain whether Logan was a double agent or not. During the course of the investigation, he captured, and unfortunately killed you. Sampson, in turn, killed Logan to avenge his Lady Love. He will disappear for a couple weeks and then his body will turn up somewhere as yet to be determined. The victim of a suicide of course. He just couldn't live without you."

"You're crazy."

"Now have a bit of gratitude. Not only do you and Sampson go down as heroes, but with a love story that will live in legend. There'd probably be a movie of the week if only the average citizen was allowed to know the organization existed."

"Meanwhile, you get away clean."

"And the world goes rotating on. It's flawless really."

"You truly are insane."

"And not only that," Oliver enters the room by throwing the blonde henchman to the floor at Grayson's feet. "You talk entirely too much." Grayson stands, shocked. Oliver smiles and punches Grayson as hard as he can. He lands unconscious on top of the blonde man.

"Boy am I glad to see you."

"Sorry I'm late." He kneels before you and rests his hands on your knees. "Ran into these two fellows who insisted on dancing even after I politely informed them that I don't swing that way. Are you all right?"

"Bump on the head. Doing better than Logan though."

He reaches to the back of your head and feels the lump you have there. When his hand comes away, it has a little bit of blood on it. "Oh Love. Hang on, I'm going to get you out of here and attended to."

Oliver stands and moves away from you for a moment to come stand beside Grayson's sleeping form. He gives him a hard kick in the side. He then comes around your chair and begins untying the ropes around your wrists. "So, I give up," he says. "If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

"Fair enough. Wonder Woman."

"Wonder Woman?" You can hear the smile in his voice. "Well you've certainly found a way to mend a heart broken by the loss of the slave girl costume."

"Okay, give. What was yours Oliver?"

"Promise not to laugh?"

"Nope."

He sighs. "Would you believe... Maxwell Smart."

You can't help but to giggle. "Terrific." As your hands are freed and you bring them around to rub the feeling back into them, Oliver calls your employers and requests a clean up crew and medical attention.

"Sure you shouldn't have used your shoe," you ask as he puts his cell phone away.

"Fine, mock if you will." He puts his arm around your shoulders and walks you to the loveseat.

"No. I think it's cute. I had a crush on Max when I was little."

As he helps you to sit down, Grayson groans and begins to come around. "I'll use my shoe all right." One kick to the head later, Oliver is sitting down next to you as Grayson is once again unconscious. Oliver slips his arms around you. He gently takes your cheeks in his hands and kisses you slowly. As he breaks the kiss, he smiles. "Bastard was right about one thing."

"Yes?"

"I couldn't live without you."

You smile at him. "Yes you could."

He shrugs. "Maybe. But I don't ever want to have to find out."

You kiss him. "Keep talking like that and you won't ever have to."

"Once the E.M.T's get here and check you over, I'm taking you to a nice hotel with candlelight and bubble bath and room service."

You sigh and lean against his shoulder. "Right now I'll settle for big warm bed to sleep in and sexy naked British guy to cuddle with."

"Can I be the British Guy?"

You laugh as the medics and clean up crew come through the door of the condo. "Get naked and I'll let you know."

Have a wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

You smooth down the skirt of your dress as Adam helps you from the limo. You put on a tight smile at all the flashbulbs going off to capture his arrival. He slides an arm around your waist. "An hour, two at most, I promise Love," he whispers to you as he waves to the press.

You enter the Gala half-blinded, trying to blink away the camera-flashes after-images. Adam hands you a glass of champagne. "You know, I've never understood why you hate going to these things," he says as you make your way into the crowd. "You'd think being amongst all these beautiful famous women and knowing you're the prettiest one here would make you smile just a little."

You grin up at him. "I'm holding you to two hours Adam. No matter how sweet you try to be."

"But I'm welcome to continue to try?"

"With lines like that last one? Sure, why not." You hand off your empty glass to a passing waiter. Adam reaches to get you another. "No thanks, one's about my limit in these heels. I don't know why you enjoy these bashes so much. It's not as if we ever run into anyone int...oh my..." Adam follows your eyes as your sentence trails off. He sees what has rendered you speechless is a dashing looking man in a tuxedo. Adam's gaze comes back to your face. He notices your slight blush.

"Well be a little more blatant about it for God's sake," he says, tossing back the rest of his drink.

"Excuse me?" You look up at him. "You're jealous? I have to watch you eyeing and flirting with beautiful women how many times...per day?"

"That doesn't mean I'm used to you doing it," he pouts.

"No, but it does mean that the few times I do, you get to grin and bear it like I do with you. Doesn't it? Unless of course you don't trust me as much as I trust you."

"Of course I trust you Love. I mean it's not as if he's going to come over here and..."

"Hello?" You and Adam turn to see that the man in question has stopped directly in front of you.

"Hi," you smile at him.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Colin Tromans. I'm a director. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of seeing your work Miss."

"Oh, I'm not an actress. I'm just here with my boyfriend."

Adam extends his hand. "Adam Klaus."

Colin shakes it. "Ah yes. Conjurer or something like that right?"

"Something like that yes." Adam grits his teeth. You are trying hard not to giggle.

Colin turns his attention back to you. "Just because you're not an actress, doesn't mean you couldn't be." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. "This is the number of my production company." He takes out a pen and scribbles on the back. "And this is my direct line. It'll put you right through to my secretary. Call me on Monday morning and we'll see what we can do." He hands it to you.

"Thanks. I just might do that." You give your most charming smile.

Adam clears his throat. "Yes, thank you. Now if you'll excuse us, we have to be going." As Adam takes hold of your arm to lead you away, Colin takes your hand and kisses it.

"Pleasure to have met you," his gaze is heavy with meaning and it makes you blush even more. Adam tugs a little more forcefully and you disappear into the crowd.

********

At home in bed, you are trying to read but keep getting distracted by Adam's incessant "Pay attention to me" sighing. Soon, it becomes too much to ignore and you put the book down to look into his wounded puppy dog eyes. "I take it you wanted to talk?"

"No. Whatever gave you that idea?"

You set the book aside on your nightstand. "No, you want to talk. Let's talk."

"Why don't you just get Colin Tromans to talk to you then?"

You smile. "I could I suppose. I do have his phone number." He stands up and walks to the window. Your smile fades and you look down and play with a thread in the bedspread. "You don't think I'd be a very good movie star do you?"

"I think you'd be wonderful at anything you tried. I just don't think he thinks that. I think he's thinking about getting you into bed."

"Like I am right now with you?"

He turns back to you with a gentle smile. "Well...yes."

"And you don't think I was smart enough to figure that out myself? Maybe he just made me feel pretty. Maybe I took it for what it was but it still made me feel really good."

He makes his way back to the bed and sits beside you. "I don't make you feel that way?"

"No you do. A lot actually. It was just sorta..."

"Nice to know you can still catch someone's eye besides mine?"

"I guess."

He smiles and creeps forward, brushing your lips with a kiss. "Nice to have me reminded that you're with me by choice and if I don't appreciate that, someone else will?"

You lower your eyes and grin. "Maybe."

"And perhaps I should show you just how much I do appreciate you?" He embraces you and kisses your neck.

"Couldn't hurt." Your eyes meet. His mouth slips into a smile as he leans in and kisses you once again.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"Nervous?" Giles asks.

"No."

"No?"

"Uh-uh."

"If you grip the wheel any harder, your fingers may snap off."

You smile. "Well, it is the Hellmouth. Anything could happen."

"Quite."

"And if I manage to pull this off, it certainly will be a night for miracles."

"Come on now. You know I haven't been driving stick-shift that long myself. And I had to learn it on top of driving on the wrong side of the road, so this should be a snap for you."

"And yet."

"Come on," his smile is gentle. "Start it up." You do, screwing your eyes tightly shut as you do so. "It's not going to explode you know."

"Course not. Couldn't get that lucky."

"Now none of that. Put it into gear and release the clutch slowly." You start out jerkily onto the road. You're only hoping it's dark enough that he can't see you blush. It's a Sunday night in Sunnydale. The streets are typically deserted. You turn a corner slowly, very slowly, snails on downers are passing you in the left lane. "All right, we've got a nice straight stretch of road along here. Build up some speed and shift up to second."

"Okay." As you pass the 15 mile an hour mark, the theme to Speed Racer begins running through your head. You reach down to shift and can feel that it didn't make it into gear. "Uh Rupert?"

"Sorry Love, damn thing sticks." His hand is warm and soft as it covers yours, coaxing the stick into position. You lick your suddenly dry lips, your eyes meeting his in the illumination from the dashboard. "Eyes on the road Dear."

"What?" You face front again and squeal around a turn you almost didn't make. "Sorry."

"That's okay." You look up at him again...briefly. He is almost giggling. "What? What?"

"Sorry."

"What? I'm incredibly cute when almost getting us killed?"

"Well, that too yes but..."

"Yes?"

"I was just thinking back to how confident you were showing me how to use the computer...and now the roles have reversed."

"Why Rupert Giles, are you gloating?"

"Well perhaps," he says, stretching his arm behind you, "just a little."

"That's terribly petty of you."

"I do realize, yes."

"But you're still enjoying it?"

"Oh yes."

"Okay, that does it." You slow your speed and downshift, coming to a stop at the side of a deserted road.

"What are you doing?"

"Turning your car back over to you. I'll pay for lessons instead."

"Look I'm sorry, don't get mad over it."

"I'm not," you say, turning off the car and facing him. "I just feel the need to preserve my one area of superiority over you. Besides, this is too dangerous."

"What is? Sunnydale at night?"

"No. I'm in a dark, confined space with you and I'm somehow supposed to concentrate on the road? I'm likely to get us both killed."

"You find me...distracting?" Rupert's face brightens at the notion.

"I'd say yes, but your ego is about as big as it needs to get tonight, so no comment." He grins and reaches to unlock his door. You touch his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"I was going to come round and drive us back."

"Oh, but do you think you should risk getting out here? I mean, there could be vampires about."

"You're right." He wears a sly grin. "What should we do?"

"Well, we could switch over inside. I could crawl over to that side and you could crawl over to this side."

"All right." You unbuckle your seatbelt and climb up to stand on your knees on the seat. Rupert scoots over. You grab the back of the seat to steady yourself, your eyes meeting his as you carefully place your knee on the seat between his legs and then move it over the far side of him to straddle his lap. He pulls you down to sit there.

"What are you doing?" You say, smiling.

"I just thought of something else I could teach you in a car."

"Is that so? And what makes you think you'll be the one doing the teaching?"

"Oh vast experience. Years and years of training."

"Really? We'll have to ask Snyder to add a class to the curriculum."

He laughs. "Oh I can just see that, Shagging 101, your instructor Rupert Giles."

Now you laugh, "Oh, we're talking about shagging are we?"

"Weren't we?"

"You're pretty confident there aren't you."

"Well I was up until about five seconds ago."

"Rupert, I'm straddling your lap in a car in the middle of the night with no one around for miles, and you're worried you've been what? Indecorous?"

"I-I that is w-well..." You lean forward and kiss him, happy to feel him respond eagerly, his hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer to him. "I forgot to show you the most important part of the car."

"What's that?" you whisper, nibbling on his ear.

He sighs contentedly, leaning forward a bit, his hand reaching under the seat. "Reclining seats." He pulls a lever and winds up flat on his back with you laying on top of him. He grins up at you again as he kisses you once more and reverses your positions, yet again. This time, you're not complaining.

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)