Been reading a lot of good fic this week!  Keep it up.  And hey, I
actually saw the sun here in MN this week.  Maybe Beth wasn't kidding
when she said they do have summer here too <G>  This week's ABH is rated
TV-14.  Hope you all enjoy!


"Are you ready?"

"I don't know about this Adam."

He crooks his arm and offers it to you.  "It'll be fine."

A documentary crew has been following Adam around for the better part of
a week.  They are doing a special about him.  You've been as
conveniently out of town for as long as you could get away with.  You've
missed the heck out of Adam.  When he invited you to dinner, video
escort or not, you couldn't refuse.

Smiling as best you can as the two of you pass the cameraman, you enter
the restaurant and take a booth at the back.  This is harder than you
thought.  You're self-conscious about eating on camera and there's
nothing you can think of to talk about that you really won't care about
being broadcast for millions and preserved for all history.

Adam seems likewise unenthusiastic about the media presence.  Normally,
right about now he'd have a heavy play of footsie going on, but the
tablecloth is too short too hide that from the prying eye of the camera
lens.

After a week apart, all the two of you really want is some serious alone
time.  You see a twinkle of mischief in Adam's eyes as he pays for the
barely eaten meal.  The camera follows you two to the park across the
street.  Adam hails a horse drawn carriage for a romantic ride, knowing
full well they only make them just big enough for two, ensuring close
quarters.  The two of you climb in and the cameraman sets up in the
center of the park, placing himself in the middle of the circuit you
will be following.

"Alone at last," Adam purrs as he stretches his arm behind you.

"But not for long."

"Long enough to buy me some time to think about what to do next.  I wish
I'd never listened to my manager about this."  His momentary frustration
is soon wiped away by a lopsided smile.  The arm behind you slides down
to perch on your hip and his lips come to nibble on your neck.

"You're the magician...can't you make him disappear or something?"

"Bill Bixby was The Magician.  I'm just a simple illusionist who could
get 25 to life by making him disappear the way I'm thinking of just
now."

"Surely you could just go home to bed?"

Adam shakes his head.  "Guy's been sleeping on my couch all week.  And
if you go into the room with me...he's going to be listening...and the
next morning."

"I know.  It'll be "And this is what the famous Mr. Klaus looks like
after a nice night of...."  You sigh.  "Well, how much longer are they
supposed to be taping you?"

"Two days."

You pout.  "That's two days too long.  I don't think I can wait that
much longer."

He smiles wickedly.  "I've got a great idea.  Can you wait a couple of
more hours?"  When you nod, he kisses you and then reaches into his
jacket pocket for his cell phone.  "Hello?  Jonathan, it's me.  I have a
huge favor to ask of you."

******

After the carriage ride, the cameraman rejoins you.  Adam's driver goes
straight to your house.  A long kiss later and you are waving to Adam
and the camera from the curb outside your door.

From your place, he instructs the driver to return to his home, where
the phone is ringing as he enters.  "Hello?  Jonathan?  Can't it wait?
I just got home and I'm tired."  After a pause, he sighs.  "Very well.
If you insist."  Adam hangs up the phone and turns to the camera.  "That
was my illusion designer.  I'm afraid he wants to go over some of the
new illusions for the upcoming tour.  When did you say this would air
again?"

The cameraman momentarily stops running film and looks at him.  "End of
the month."

"Ah, I'm afraid you can't come then."

"Now wait a minute.  The contract..."

"Clearly states that I am fully allowed to ban you from filming me in
areas where I will be naked such as a shower, areas where I am
semi-clothed such as in bed, or from areas conducive to prematurely
unveiling my illusions before the public has a chance to see them in the
show.  So I'm banning you.  You're perfectly welcome to ride up with me
if you like the idea of filming the outside of an old windmill in the
dark but after that the driver will take you to the Lakeshore Hotel, 15
kilometers up the road."

Reluctantly, the cameraman agrees and follows Adam outside and into the
car.  A 20 minute drive places them outside of Jonathan Creek's front
door.  Adam steps out, closes the car door and knocks.  The cameraman
films Jonathan letting Adam inside before the driver pulls away.

Jonathan rubs wearily at his eyes as he walks Adam to the sofa where you
are waiting with a smile.  The curly haired man smiles sleepily.  "Keep
it down you two.  Some of us actually need our sleep."

As he pads his way upstairs, Adam sits beside you.  His arms come around
you and he kisses you enthusiastically.


Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

Steadily we move into the episode-less wasteland of summer.  Keep those
fics a-comin'! :)  This weeks ABH is PG-14.  Hope you all enjoy!


You are forcing yourself to stay seated on the sofa.  For the last hour,
you've been pacing a groove into the floor in front of Rupert's
windows.  He left armed to the teeth.  Tonight is the night the prophecy
he's been researching for months is to come about.  He wouldn't give you
many details so as not to worry you, just something about a portal
opening, a cyclone, and the appearance of a terrible demon.  You pull
your satiny sleep shirt over your bare legs and lay your head against
the pillows.


In another two hours, you are dozing on the couch when you hear loud
British cursing and the door open.  You hop to your feet and embrace him
tightly as soon as he is through the door.

"Bloody stupid damn..."

You pull back and look at him in the eyes.  "Well hello to you too."

He seems to see you there for the first time.  "Sorry."  He kisses you
quickly.

"Are you okay?"  He nods.  "Is everyone safe?"

Rupert scoffs and sits in his chair.  "Like babies in their mother's
arms.  Bloody typical."

"Where are the weapons?"

"In the boot of my car.  I'll get them in the morning."

"What if someone steals them?"

"Let them.  It's not as if we actually needed the damn things."

You come behind him and begin massaging his shoulders.  "Tell me what
happened."

"Nothing."

"Please?"

His hand comes up and grasps your wrist.  He brings your hand to his
mouth and kisses the palm.  "I am telling you Love.  A lot of nothing.
I spent six months researching for smoke and mirrors."

You nudge him into leaning forward and help him out of his jacket.  You
kneel at his side, undoing his cuffs and unbuttoning his shirt.  "The
portal?"

He holds his finger three inches away from his thumb.  "About that big."

You slip his shirt from his body, hanging it over the back of the
couch.  You move to sit at his feet, removing his shoes and socks.  "The
cyclone?"  You start to rub his feet.

"Approximately a foot and a half tall."

You stand in front of him and help him to his feet.  You undo his
trousers and send them and his boxers to the floor.  "And the demon?"

Rupert tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.  "Turned out to be a
rather large tarantula."

"But...with plans for world domination right?"

He steps out of his clothes pile on the floor.  "Didn't get a chance to
ask.  Buffy's boot heel more than conquered our arachnid foe."

"Well it's just a good thing that everyone's all right yes?"  Rupert
nods.  You tilt your head up and kiss him.  "Let's just go to bed?"

He nods wearily.  "Yes all right."

You take his hand and lead him to the stairs.  You stop and turn around
again when you feel his hand leave your own.

"It just frustrates the hell out of me.  I mean most of the time we have
a couple of days...sometimes only hours to prepare for these doom
prophecies and here we have months and months, are completely ready.
What does it turn out to be?  A problem for an exterminator, not a
Slayer.  Sometimes this town is just so bloody aggravating is all!"  He
sighs loudly.  "You go on up to bed.  I'm going to go get the weapons
in."

Before you can say a word, he is out the door.  You quirk a smile and
sit on the landing, wondering how long it will take him to remember that
he isn't wearing anything.  About a minute later, the door opens and
Rupert rushes in, slamming it behind him.  He looks up at you, blushing
profusely.

You stand up and smile.  He walks up to meet you.  You kiss the end of
his nose.  "Bad day?"  He nods sadly.  "Well I predict that once we go
upstairs, its going to get a whole lot better."

He leans his forehead to yours.  "Can I get that in writing please?"

"Would you settle for a premonition?"

"I think so."

"Good."  You slip your hands into the hair at the base of his neck and
kiss him lingeringly, not even breaking contact when he lifts you and
carries you up to his loft.


Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

This week's ABH is rated TV-PG.  This is my first posting from my summer
MN address so I hope this goes okay.  Hope you all enjoy.


You are halfway through unpacking the boxes as you settle into your new
house.  For your safety, Oliver doesn't know where you've been moved
too.  He was assigned to infiltrate a secret organization that is well
known for ensuring employee loyalty by holding their loved ones under
lock and key. You hope Oliver finishes quickly.  You are not allowed to
write him, call him, email...nothing that could give your location away.

A quick glance to the clock lets you know that it's almost 3 am.  You
stand and stretch, deciding to leave the rest for morning and head up
the stairs to bed.  As you ascend the staircase, a faint smell of roses
drifts to your nose.  You notice the light on in your bedroom.  You are
sure that you didn't leave it on.

Hoping for the best but fearing the worst you go back down the stairs to
retrieve your gun.  You return upstairs and carefully push open your
bedroom door with its muzzle.  A large bouquet of red roses lays on its
side on the far dresser.

As you enter the room, arms encircle you from behind.  They lift you as
they knock the firearm from your grasp.  Your first instinct to panic is
quickly subdued by the familiar smell of Oliver's cologne and the feel
of his mouth on your neck.

He sets you on your feet and you turn and kiss him passionately.  As you
break the kiss you notice he is wearing only silk pajama bottoms.  You
run your hands slowly down his hair-sprinkled chest.  "You can't be
finished so soon."

He shakes his head.  "They reassigned me.  They found someone else
without quite so much at stake to take the mission.  I came to bring you
back."

You smile up at him.  "I'll go get changed."

He reels you back to him and holds you tightly.  "Tomorrow..."  His
mouth covers your own and the rest of the night is lost to his embrace.


Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl

I will be going to MN for the summer and will not have access to my normal
account.  This is just a test to make sure I've configured the list to
accept posts from an address I can get to while I am away.  The list will
continue as normal.  Sorry for the trouble.  Just delete this.


Tricia (GG)
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One more episode to go.  The antici....pation is killing me :)  This week's
ABH is rated TV-PG.  Hope you all enjoy!



"Adam! Nooo!" You toss and turn in your sleep, thrashing in the sheets as
your nightmare torments you.

"Love?" Adam, wearing only pajama bottoms, dashes into the room as he wipes
the remainder of his shaving cream from his face with a washcloth. He tosses
the towel into the laundry basket and crawls onto the bed beside you.

"NOOO!!!!!" You scream into the room and begin to cry. He brings you against
his chest and gently shakes you.

"Love wake up. It's all right. I'm here. Wake up now?"

Your eyes snap open and you frantically reach for him in the dark. He hushes
and rocks you as you clutch to him and cry against his shoulder. He strokes
your hair and patiently waits for you to calm down.

"What's wrong love? What did you dream?"

"Don't go to the theater today Adam," you whisper. "Please?"

He kisses your forehead. "You know that I have to Love."

"But...something...something happened. God. There was so much blood.
They...they wouldn't let me near you. You were so hurt. You were calling for
me and they held me back from you. Then you got so quiet. I...I couldn't
tell if you were...were..."

"Shh, it's all right." He kisses your forehead again. "It was only a dream."

As dawn's rays begin to lighten the sky outside, you pull back to look into
his eyes. "It felt like more than that. Please Adam. Don't go?"

He smiles and rubs his thumb against your cheek. "Get dressed and come with
me today then? You can keep an eye on me." Adam kisses the top of your head
and goes back to the bathroom.

You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. You lay
your head on your knees and sigh. "That's what happened though. In my
dream..."

******

You are not having fun at the theater. Your stomach has been in knots all
day and every time they rig Adam up in each new trick you feel a little
sicker. He keeps coming over to you, snuggling and kissing you between
set-ups, reminding you "It's only rehearsal." But it was only rehearsal in
your dream too.

Near noon, Adam dismisses the staff for lunch. He comes to your seat at the
side of the stage. "Fancy some lunch Love?"

You shake your head. "My stomach is too upset. I can't eat."

He takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. Then he embraces you and
gives you a long slow kiss. "You have to eat something. "Tell you what, I'll
order you something light that won't hurt your stomach all right?" You nod
your head. He kisses you once more than moves off to his dressing room.

As you are about to start after him, you hear a scraping noise from the
other side of the stage. You look up to see Jonathan pushing a tall glass
box into the center stage area. Your blood freezes. That was the trick that
went wrong in your nightmare.

You approach it slowly. Jonathan smiles at you as he walks to a table a few
feet away to retrieve some tools. Your hand reaches out and touches the
glass. You drag your hand down the glass' surface and find a line near the
bottom. You swallow hard and very lightly push against the glass just above
the fracture. With a loud crack, the entire booth shatters, raining glass at
your feet.

You scream and lean away. Jonathan drops his tools and grabs hold of you to
pull you further away. Adam drops his cell phone at his dressing room door
and runs to your side.

You are trembling, white as a sheet, and staring at the booth. Adam reaches
you and grabs your upper arms. "Are you okay??"

You nod slowly as your knees give out from under you. Adam catches you and
lifts you into his arms. As he does so, he and Jonathan notice a gash on
your ankle. "Jonathan, find a first aid kit?"

The curly-haired genius nods and runs out into the hall. Adam carries you
into his dressing room and lays you on his sofa. He brushes your hair out of
your face. "Love, are you hurt? Anywhere besides your ankle?"

You shake your head slowly. "No, I don't think so. It's just like what I saw
in my dream. Only you were inside when it broke and you were cut to shreds."

Jonathan enters and begins treating the wound on your leg. "So you broke the
booth so I wouldn't be hurt?"

"No she didn't." Adam looks to Jonathan. "I saw her. She barely touched it.
If there was a crack in it that was that sensitive to pressure...I don't
even want to think about it. I think she just saved your life."

When Adam turns back to you, you are smiling. Jonathan puts a bandage on
your ankle and then leaves the two of you alone. Adam leans you up, sits on
the couch, and pulls you onto his lap. He takes your face in his hands and
kisses you deeply. "You could have been killed."

You gently stroke his cheek. "But I wasn't. And because of it, neither were
you. I think you have a guardian angel out there that warned me about this
in time."

He slides his arm around your waist and smiles. "I think I have my guardian
angel right here." As he holds you tight, he kisses you once more...


Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"In a world without music, Flashdance would have been just another chick
with a blowtorch movie." ~VH1 commercial

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"Watcher Ken" doll, now with new Kung-Fu Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr,
Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss on the cheek from Tony Head

Two more new eps to go until the fanfic onslaught that is the summer episode
drought :)  I also wanted to say a big big thank you to all of you who've
given me such lovely feedback.  This week's ABH is TV-14.  I hope you all
enjoy!


With Buffy expressing an interest in resuming a regular training schedule
with Rupert, you are helping him reorganize the living room. The two of you
have spent the day moving heavier furniture to the perimeter of the room.
The lighter, more easily moved aside items now positioned in its middle.

Unfortunately, the last box of books you carried turned out to be much
heavier than you had anticipated. You don't know what exactly you've done to
your back, but it's painful whatever it is. You're trying your best to not
let on, to not wince as you continue to help. You know Rupert needs your
help to finish. However, it's getting more difficult to disguise and with
the way he keeps watching you, you're fairly sure Rupert's caught on.

As you are carrying yet another box of books toward the stairs, he stops
you. "What's wrong?"

You shrug and even that small movement sends a ripple of pain across your
back. "Nothing's wrong."

"You don't look like you feel very well."

You shake your head. "No, I'm okay."

He smiles at you gently and strokes his finger along your jaw. "All right. I
just wanted to be sure."

You nod and make your way, very slowly, up the stairs. As you are in his
loft, putting the volumes in the new bookcase there, you glance over the
rail. You don't notice Rupert downstairs. You finish emptying the box and
carefully descend the steps.

"Rupert?" After a moment, he appears from down the hall. You smile at him
tiredly. "What were you doing?"

"Something for you," he says enigmatically as he moves closer. He wraps you
in a tender embrace, holding you snugly but not disturbing your back. He
places light kisses on your neck as he brings his hand to the front of your
blouse and quickly unbuttons and removes it. His warm soft hand moves in
circles over your back. As much as you're enjoying the feeling, you know
that you're not in any condition just now for anything more active than this
caress. He notices when you begin to tense up and smiles against your neck.
"You're a stubborn mule, do you know that?"

You pull away to look at him with a question in your eyes. He simply smiles
and slips the rest of your clothes off of your body before scooping you into
his arms and heading down the hall. "You couldn't just tell me that you'd
hurt yourself? No no no. That would be far too simple and helpful. Couldn't
have that." You grin and lay your head on his shoulder, listening to his
rant which is more playful teasing than tirade.

Rupert brings you into the bathroom and lowers you into the warm bath he
prepared while you were upstairs. He comes to sit behind you and pins your
hair up. Then, his nimble hands knead their way across your shoulders and
neck, eliciting small sighs from you. "This will get the soreness out. Then
it's up to bed for you."

With a wicked smile, you lean your head back to look at him. "Now that's
what I call punishment."

He grins and then splashes you. "You're going to sleep. And drink tea. And
anything else soothing I can think of."

Soon, he helps you to step out of the tub and dries you off. He takes down
your hair, wraps you in a dry towel and lifts you into his arms again. He
carries you up the stairs and lays you on his bed. He tugs quickly on the
towel and it comes away.

"I thought you said soothing things?"

"I did. Turn over and lay down." You arch an eyebrow. He flicks the towel at
you playfully. "Just do it?"

You do as you are asked and soon feel his weight depress the bed behind you.
Just as you are about to impress him with your wit again, you feel warm oil
creep its way across your back. Soon, his hands swirl it over your skin,
rubbing firm circles and taking the soreness away. You sigh again as he
works magic on your strained muscles. You begin to fall asleep, but not
before you feel Rupert gather you into his embrace and brush a kiss against
your lips.


Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"Can't sleep.  Gonna Die." ~Homer Simpson

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now with new Kung-Fu Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.
Recipient of a kiss on the cheek from Tony Head

Again, from the WatcherGirls list:

----- Original Message -----
From: "Mark Fletcher" <markf@...>
Sent: Tuesday, May 09, 2000 10:03 PM
Subject: [ListHelp] Re: Hotmail Blockage

> We've gotten an update on the Hotmail situation. It seems that they are
> having technical difficulties right now (a RAID system failed). Because
> we send a substantial amount of email to Hotmail users, they blocked us
> to lighten the load on their system until they can fix things. Current
> estimate is that they will unblock us Wednesday evening.
>
>
> Thanks,
>
> Mark
> --
> Mark Fletcher
> CTO
> eGroups, Inc.

"Can't sleep.  Gonna Die." ~Homer Simpson

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of Giles' hands in pockets mannerism,  Little Rupert's "Watcher Ken" doll,
now with new Kung-Fu Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.
Recipient of a kiss on the cheek from Tony Head

Recieved this from the WatcherGirls list today and felt it was important to
pass it on.  If anyone you know is affected by this development, let them
know.

Thanks,

Tricia (GylzGirl)

> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Mark Fletcher" <markf@...>
> To: <emaillist-managers@egroups.com>; <listhelp@egroups.com>
> Sent: Tuesday, May 09, 2000 12:45 PM
> Subject: [ListHelp] Hotmail Blockage
>
> > Hotmail started refusing email from eGroups around 4pm yesterday
> > afternoon Pacific Time. We noticed immediately and have been trying to
> > contact them ever since. To this point, we have not been able to contact
> > anyone within Hotmail that can help with the situation. We do not know
> > why they are blocking email from eGroups.
> >
> > I will post an update when I have more information.
> >
> > Mark Fletcher
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"Can't sleep.  Gonna Die." ~Homer Simpson

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http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/6794 GilesNaughty Listmom
http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/gilesnaughty  ICTC! BeeGee #6.  Keeper
of Giles' hands in pockets mannerism,  Little Rupert's "Watcher Ken" doll,
now with new Kung-Fu Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.
Recipient of a kiss on the cheek from Tony Head

New Buffy on Tuesday.  We're entering the final stretch of the season.
Kinda sad to be out of new episodes but also kinda thankful that we're
coming up to a pause so they can FIX IT.  Now that Angel's been established,
maybe they can focus on what started it all again.  Sorry, </end rant>  This
week's ABH is UBER-R, under 17 please just delete.  Thanks to Karen and Beth
for inspiration.  Hope you all enjoy!



Oliver takes your hand as he helps you up the stairs toward your stage side,
second story balcony in Paris' Opera Comique. You know that you look nice
with your hair piled high and a honey of a "basic black dress"; strapless,
curve-hugging, long slit up the side. It is part of your job to assess your
environment and be able to fit into that situation without calling undo
attention to yourself. This environment called for elegant and so you were
able to suit but it took make-up to brighten the darkness under your eyes.
The truth is, you are dog tired. Oliver is as well. Only you, familiar with
every pore on his body, would notice the slight weariness in the stunning
green eyes before you.

Your current assignment has dragged on for almost two months now, chasing
ghosts and fragments of information all across Europe. You were supposed to
make contact with the liaison from your employers in the lobby an hour ago.
It's an important contact as your employers were to tell you if you could go
home or continue to pursue this futile mission. The liaison never showed.
The second window of opportunity for the meeting will be after the
performance so, haggard as you both are, you enter your box and shut the
door behind you.

Oliver sits. You sit beside him and as his arm comes behind you, you snuggle
closer and lay your head on his shoulder.

"Don't you fall asleep on me now Love."

"Why? I don't even like the Opera."

"Illiterate Yank," he grins down on you.

"Uppity Brit," you smile back.

The lights dim and you hear the orchestra begin. You and Oliver have not
taken your eyes off of each other. You feel your heart start to race a bit
as you realize that sleeping is not the only thing the two of you have not
had time for in far too long. His breathing has sped up as well. He brings
his hand up and very gently brushes your cheek. You lean into the touch and
move your hand to cover his.

Oliver closes the distance between you and takes your mouth in a kiss. You
loop your arms around his neck and kiss him back eagerly. He smiles against
your mouth and you turn you head, nibbling across his cheek to his earlobe.
"You're such a smug bastard," you whisper.

His hand, resting at the side of your breast, begins moving toward your
back. "And you are far too easy." He nips at your neck eliciting a growl
deep in your throat. "Quite the little tart really."

You gasp as he continues his kisses along your neck. "Only for you."

He smiles again. "In that case, I'm a very lucky man."

He releases your hair so that it falls loosely about your shoulders. When
you feel him begin to lower the zipper in the back of your dress, you jump.
"Oliver! We ca..." his continued kisses nearly make you forget your protest.
You shake your head and start to push him away. "No, we can't! Somebody will
see us."

He holds you tighter than ever and you hear him pull the zipper further.
Soon you feel the theater's air conditioning on your bare back and you
shiver. His warm hands glide over your skin for a moment more and then he
pulls back. Your eyes are wide as you hold your dress to cover the front of
you. His smile is charm personified.

Oliver slips out of his tuxedo jacket and rolls it into a bundle. He lays it
on the floor of your box and then moves toward you again. He embraces you,
kissing your cheek and pulling your dress away from your front. Gently, he
lowers you to the floor, pillowing your head on his jacket. He kneels beside
you on the floor as he removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. He doesn't
remove it completely but presses his bare chest against you. You groan in
pleasure at one of your favorite sensations in the world. Your arms come
around him and the kissing begins in earnest once more.

After a few moments, he rises again to stand on his knees. His hands move up
the side of your legs and push the hem of your dress up to your waist. You
see a grin play across his features as he unhooks your stockings from the
garter belt you wear. Smiling, he takes one of your calves in his hand and
raises it straight in the air. Placing a quick kiss on your leg, he lowers
it again on the other side of his body.

His eyes on yours, he slowly unbuttons his pants and starts to lower his
zipper. Impatiently, you sit up, pulling him into a kiss as you tug his
pants and boxers down to his knees. Oliver smiles and leans forward,
lowering you to the floor once again without breaking the kiss. Your arms
slip around him under his shirt, holding him closer as he guides his
erection to your opening and pushes forward. You bite back a moan and turn
your head from his.

Oliver's mouth moves to your breast as he increases the rhythm of his
thrusts. Your head moves restlessly from side to side as the pleasure he
causes builds within you. Soon, it is becoming too much. "Oliver...Oliver
you've got to st...stop. I can't keep...I'm gonna...OH!" You shout as your
climax overtakes you. Pleasure and panic are warring within you as you are
certain everyone in the theater must have heard you. And if they didn't hear
you, they are most certainly hearing Oliver, who is currently being very
vocal in his release as well. When your heart resumes a normal beat again,
you listen and realize the performers on stage are hitting notes that would
have easily drowned the both of you out.

He whispers in your ear. "This opera is three hours long and I know it very
very well. If we time things right, this could be a terribly memorable
evening."

You blush and then smile. "God I love the opera." You pull him to you in a
passionate kiss.


Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


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More new Buffy on Tuesday,  can ya stand it? <G>  I want to wave a big Howdy
Hi to my new baby second cousin William Anthony Stewart (and his parents
aren't even fans, imagine that <G>).  He's adorable :)  This week's ABH is
rated TV-14.  Hope you all enjoy!



You are sitting at the bar across the street from the theater Adam's show is
playing at. The show just ended for the night. He asked you to wait here for
him to finish up and he would meet you there. You check your watch and
decide that it's close enough to when he is supposed to be there to go ahead
and order the drinks. You step up to the bar and order a Sex on the Beach
for yourself and a Scotch neat for Adam. As you are waiting to be served,
you feel a hand lightly grip your arm.

You turn with a smile, expecting to see Adam. Instead, you see a tall, dark,
sweaty stranger who is obviously already quite drunk judging by his odor and
the slight sway in his stance. You try to shake your arm free but he only
grips it tighter. "Let go of my arm," you say firmly.

He smiles. "I just want a little dance."

"Too bad." Again you try to pull your arm free. His grip is becoming
painful. "I said let me go," this time you are none too quiet about it.

His grin gets wider and he uses his hold on you to try to bring your body
closer to his. You see a hand tap his shoulder. He turns slightly and you
both get a good view of Adam Klaus, looking angrier than you can ever
remember seeing. If that look were for you, you'd be shaking. The stranger
seems considerably less impressed.

"That's my girlfriend you're bruising. Now let her go."

The stranger laughs. "Or what?"

Adam smiles. "Well, I was thinking *this*." Quicker than you can follow, he
has thrown a punch square into the stranger's face. The man stumbles back a
few steps and releases you. You sidestep him and rush into Adam's arms. He
holds you tightly. "Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"

Just as you shake your head no, you see Adam's eyes grow wide and he quickly
shoves you away. Before you can question, you see the stranger leap on Adam
and the two of them roll to the floor, exchanging blows.

*****

Later, in the emergency room.

Adam is reclining back against the pillows of the hospital bed. He holds an
ice pack to his swollen jaw. There is a gauze patch on his forehead,
stanching the bleeding of the cut there until the doctor comes back in to
stitch it. There is a butterfly bandage holding closed a smaller cut near
Adam's already blackened eye. You smile down sympathetically as you gently
brush back his hair.

"How's your arm?" Adam mumbles as he tries to sit up better.

You glance down at your bruised limb and shrug. "Nothing broken. Just gonna
be a little sore." You clear your throat. "Adam, I'm sorry."

"For what Love? You didn't invite that creep to do that to you. I shouldn't
have had you wait there by yourself. I thought it was a nice enough place
but I should have had Jonathan or some of the girls go with you. And anyway
you saved the day. I was well on the way to getting trounced when you
grabbed that bottle and broke it over his head."

"Well I'm just glad there were enough witnesses. That way he's the one
nursing his wounds in jail tonight."

"I'm going to have to postpone the rest of the run at the theater. I can't
go on stage looking like this."

"I really am sorry Adam."

"No Love," he captures your hand and kisses it. "Not your fault."

You smile. "You were very brave you know."

His grin is wide and wicked. "All manly was I?"

You nod. "The manliest." You lean over him, wanting to kiss him but not
wanting to further hurt the many injuries on his face. He gently raises his
hand behind you and weaves it into your hair. He brings your mouth closer to
his. You touch your lips gently to his own, applying slightly more pressure
as he encourages you.


Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl


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Happy late Holiday of your choice to all those who celebrated one :)  New
Buffy on Tuesday (Lisa Beth <G>)!!  Now that's what I call a Holiday!
Especially if a spoiler I was told pans out <G>  This one is rated R.  I
hope you all enjoy!



You throw away the empty box from your Peeps candy as you exit the movie
theater. This Easter has not gone according to plan. However, on the
Hellmouth, you suppose that should have been expected.

This morning, Giles happened upon a spell that would take most of the day.
He said it could only be performed this one day a year and it would help
Buffy's prophetic dreams to have greater clarity.

You were of course disappointed but you understood why that would take
precedent. He however was all geared up for you to argue with him and
proceeded to yell at you. You grabbed your purse and jacket and told him
you'd be back to argue with him later, when he figured out what an ass he'd
been.

You went straight to the movies and after having sat through American Psycho
three times, you feel in the mood to handle the situation at home now.
Readying yourself for a huge fight but hoping you can avoid it, you quietly
unlock the door to Giles' apartment.

As you enter, your jaw drops open and you are struck speechless by the sight
before you. Even though the lights are still on, candles are being lit
around the room by Rupert Giles, wearing only tall white and pink bunny ears
attached to a headband, and a fluffy white tail, attached you know not how,
to his cute bare backside.

You silently shut the door behind you. Trying to keep yourself from
laughing, you say loudly in your best Buffy impression, "Giles I got those
books you wanted."

"Jesus!" Rupert jumps and grabs a pillow off the couch, covering his front
and spinning around, breathing like he'd just ran a marathon. When he
finally really looks at you, you are smiling and leaning against the door
with your arms crossed over your chest. He glares at you, but it eventually
dissolves into a smile. He drops the pillow and you know that you must be
blushing.

"I suppose you think you look pretty cute in that outfit and that I'm just
going to forget everything about this morning?"

He shyly looks down at his feet. "That uh...that was the plan."

You know that you really should still read him the riot act for being so
mean earlier, but his jade colored eyes are now looking at you again.
Between that and the bunny ears, you never stood a chance. "Much as I hate
to admit it...it worked."

His smile is huge. "Really?"

"Really. So why don't you hop over here and make it up to me?" He puts his
hands up by his chest like little curled paws and does indeed hop. In his
state of extreme undress, the action is...impressive to say the least. You
are convinced you must be the color of a beet by now.

Now Rupert stands just before you. He leans in gently and kisses the end of
your nose. Next he kisses each of your cheeks, your forehead, and your chin
before moving on to your lips. Here he takes his time, savoring your flavor
like a piece of the finest chocolate. Before you can even get your breath
back, he has scooped you into his arms. You find yourself pressed against
the warm skin and soft hair of his naked chest. His bunny ears sit skewed on
his head now as he carries you up the stairs. "Now I'm going to show you
what else rabbits are good at."

You smile wickedly. "I'm all yours, Thumper." He kisses you again as he
lifts you into the darkness of his loft bedroom.



Have a Hoppy Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"Is it possible?  Can someone make a Mayday call in January?" ~ Murdock (The
A-Team)

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Feeling better this week, even if it is another repeat :)  This week's ABH
is PG-14 bordering TV-MA.  Nothing really explicit.  Hope you all enjoy!



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 an Interesting Monday!


GylzGirl  :-)


"Is it possible?  Can someone make a Mayday call in January?" ~ Murdock (The
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Short and sweet this week because I've got a headache not lending itself to
romantic entanglements.  Too bad I haven't got Adam over here to kiss it
better, but oh well, I'll live :)  A quick thank you to all who've been nice
enough to vote on my ABH poll.  I'm leaving it up one more week so if you
haven't been yet and can spare the time, it would help me.
http://giles_watcher.tripod.com/abh/poll.html

Nice safe TV-PG this week.  Hope you all enjoy!



The telephone begins to ring just as you are dumping a second batch of
popcorn into a huge plastic bowl. "Hello?" You balance the phone in the
crook of your neck as you put the butter on to melt.

"Hello my lovely," you can hear Adam's smile over the phone. "How soon can
you be here?"

"Where?"

"My place."

"Well I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Come over there?"

"Uh huh," you take the butter off the range and begin to pour it over the
popcorn.

"But...Love, I've got the candles all set up. Gourmet meal almost ready to
come out. New satin sheets on the bed."

"Oh."

"What did you have planned?"

"Not much, just me and you, a big bowl of popcorn. The Python Biography on A
& E followed by a Flying Circus marathon."

"Hmm," you can almost hear his eyebrows lift in interest. "Holy Grail too?"

"There might be."

******

A half-hour later, Adam takes the popcorn bowl from you and sits it on the
table next to the sofa. He turns the mute button off on the television as
the program starts. You stretch across the couch, pillowing your head in his
lap. He slips one hand into your hair and the other into the popcorn bowl.
He retrieves a small amount and hand feeds it to you. When the food is gone,
you hold his wrist and lick the remaining butter and salt from his fingers.
He smiles slyly down on you, then bends over and returns the favor, kissing
away the lingering flavor.


Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"I did what I did 'cause if I didn't do it, it wouldn't have gotten done,
and might I add that not doing it at all would have been a lot worse than
doing it badly, which I was not about to do." ~ Murdock (The A-Team)

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now with new Kung-Fu Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.
Recipient of a kiss on the cheek from Tony Head

Sorry for the seperate post.  It should have gone out with the ABH but I was
running late tonight.  If you have a chance, please visit here:

http://giles_watcher.tripod.com/abh/poll.html

And take this poll about my ABH's.  It will help me figure out a few things
about them I hope.

Thank you for your time,

GylzGirl (leaving now before she passes bloody out <g>)


"I did what I did 'cause if I didn't do it, it wouldn't have gotten done,
and might I add that not doing it at all would have been a lot worse than
doing it badly, which I was not about to do." ~ Murdock (The A-Team)

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on the cheek from Tony Head

New Buffy this week (Did you hear me Lisa Beth? <G>).  And we even had one
whole shot of Giles in the preview last week.  Will miracles never cease?
</sarc>  Sometime later tonight I will be posting the URL for a poll about
my ABH's.  I'd post it now but I'm still making it :)  It's just to give me
an idea of the kinds of things you do and don't like and would like to see
in the future.  If you could take the time and go there I'd really
appreciate it.  I'll probably leave it up for a week or maybe two.  Without
further ado, this week's ABH is a suggestive TV-14.  Hope you all enjoy!



"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 e
nough 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 :-)

"I did what I did 'cause if I didn't do it, it wouldn't have gotten done,
and might I add that not doing it at all would have been a lot worse than
doing it badly, which I was not about to do." ~ Murdock (The A-Team)

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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Pardon my brevity with the intro this week.  Aren't allergies fun? <G> As
always, thanks to the wonderful providers of feedback.  This one is rated
TV-14.  Hope you all enjoy!!!



Things are not going according to plan. Oliver and you were assigned to
infiltrate a large corporation with various defense contracts that seemed to
be leaking certain sensitive documents to foreign syndicates. The mission
has been plagued from the beginning. They embraced you immediately in your
technical position. Unfortunately, they also seem to have been suspicious of
Oliver from the very start. They have kept him in the dark and moved you
further and further out of contact with him.

You have just landed on a Caribbean Island on an enforced company trip,
while Oliver is back in Chicago. Once the company president's right hand
thug Remming left you alone, the first thing you did was break into the
president's hotel room and search through his briefcase for the purpose of
this little excursion. You didn't find it, but you found documents ordering
a hit on Oliver.

Your cell phone has proved utterly useless in the overcast, storm
threatening atmosphere of the island and you're afraid to use any of the
phones in the resort town the company has you staying at.

You decide your only chance to contact Oliver and your employers will be the
following morning when they are allowing free sightseeing time. If only you
can find an undetected way to the other side of the island, you might be
able to get a message out without getting yourself killed in the process.

You toss and turn that night, waking up almost every hour on the dot to
stare at the clock and see if it's time to get up yet. Around 3 am, you
finally fall into a deeper sleep. Soon, you feel something stroking your
cheek very gently, back and forth. You start to awaken, a smile already on
your face as you imagine Oliver has found a way to you. Relief floods
through you, knowing that he is safe. You blink open your eyes and find
Remming smiling down on you from his position of being straddled across your
thighs. Your eyes widen in surprise and fear. You draw in breath to scream,
only to have the sound and any forthcoming air cut off by his gloved hands
closing around your throat.

You are digging your nails into his wrists, hitting at him, anything you can
think of to get him to let you go. He just smiles down and keeps applying
more pressure. Your vision starts to darken and your last thought as you
slip into unconsciousness is how you're not going to be able to stop them
from hurting Oliver, now that you're dead.

The next thing you feel is arms around you, one under your legs and one
behind your back. You are cold, your neck is throbbing and you feel yourself
being carried through the air. As the fog in your mind begins to clear you
become vaguely aware of the fact that this may be your attacker thinking he
is carrying your dead body. You attempt vainly to struggle or scream. You
can hear the weak whimper you produce instead, your sluggish limbs
accomplishing nothing more than a half-hearted wiggle. As you fall
unconscious once more, you faintly hear someone shushing you in a comforting
manor.

When you awaken next, the sensations around you are much clearer. You can
feel the wind blowing through your hair. Your legs are still cold but your
torso is warm. Your throat feels bruised and raw. You can feel a damp cloth
being dragged gently over your skin. You slowly shake your head and blink
open your eyes. When you can focus, it is on Oliver's face smiling gently
down on you. You open your mouth to speak but Oliver puts a finger to your
lips.

"No Love, don't try to speak. It's all right. You're safe." You try to sit
up a bit. Oliver helps you. You look around and see that you are laying on a
bench near a small building aside an airstrip. "The plane will be here in
just a few minutes. See that speck over there?" Oliver points at a dark spot
high in the sky. "That'll be him."

You look down at yourself and see that Oliver has placed his suit-jacket
over the top of the thin white gown you wore to bed. You tug on his shirt to
get his attention. His expression is one of deep concern. "Are you all
right?" You put your hands over your throat in a choking motion, trying to
ask your question with your eyes.

He nods in understanding. "Our Employers found out what kind of danger I was
in and pulled me out of the office in Chicago. Unfortunately that seemed to
have alerted them to your allegiance as well. I was sent to get you out.
When I got to your room, I found Remming over you, trying to choke the life
out of you. Damn well thought he'd succeeded for a few minutes there. He
didn't see me enter though and we'll just say you will never have to worry
about him again." He brushes his hand back through your hair. "Never been so
relieved as when I found your pulse was still strong. We'll have a doctor
see to your neck as soon as we get back to the mainland."

You lean your head on his shoulder as he strokes your side. The two of you
watch the plane touch down in comfortable silence. When its door opens, you
move to stand up. "No you don't." Oliver scoops you up without another word
and begins to carry you toward the plane. Your hand on his cheek stops him.
His eyes meet yours and you smile, lean forward, and kiss him slowly. When
you break the kiss, you lean your head on his shoulder once more and let him
carry you to safety.


Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"I did what I did 'cause if I didn't do it, it wouldn't have gotten done,
and might I add that not doing it at all would have been a lot worse than
doing it badly, which I was not about to do." ~ Murdock (The A-Team)

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pockets mannerism,  Little Rupert's "Watcher Ken" doll, now with new Kung-Fu
Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Still in Best Actress afterglow, but I think y'all will figure that out soon
enough :)  This is rated TV-14.  Hope you all enjoy!



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 but
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 Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"Pia Zadora played Anne Frank on stage so badly that the audience yelled
"She's in the attic!" when the Nazis arrived." ~From the Urban Legends
Reference Pages site (http://www.snopes.com/movies/actors)

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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Get ready for the mega-ASH week next week.  Boy if we only had a new Buffy
to go along with it.  I've updated the ASH Appearances Tracker at the Shrine
again (including one in the Public Appearances if you're in LA).  This
week's ABH is rated TV-PG, if that.   Hope you all enjoy!



You pull up outside of the fourth car lot you've been to that day. You turn
to Rupert with a stern look as you put your car into park. He looks about,
nervously. "What?"

"Don't play innocent with me."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Are you going to really look for a car this time, or should we just go home
now?"

"I have been looking for a car. All afternoon in fact."

"Yeah I know, I was there remember? What I'm saying is, you haven't been
open to finding one that you like. I know you miss the Citroen, but your
period of mourning is over and you need to move on. So if you're not going
to really look, we might as well head back to your place."

He sighs. "Well I can't promise that I will find something I like here." You
move your hand to cover the keys in the ignition. His hand covers yours.
"But I can promise to try."

You smile at him. "Thanks." You both exit the car. You walk around and he
takes your hand as you enter the den of sharks known as the Sunnydale Used
Car Palace.

A tall young brunette man approaches wearing a smile. He extends his hand to
Rupert. "What can we interest the two of you in today?" He appraises you
together. "Maybe something in a Mini-Van? Makes toting the young ones around
so much easier."

Rupert slides an arm around your waist. "We don't have any young ones."

You turn and whisper where only he can hear, "Not yet. Play your cards right
when you get home..." He gives you a sly smile.

"Oh, well um...we have some nice smaller cars for the two of you."

You smile. "It's not for the two of us. It's for the one of him. I have a
car."

"Oh." The salesman eyes Rupert. "We have a killer selection of convertible
sportscars."

Rupert looks confused. "No, that would be entirely impractical for my
needs."

The salesman sighs. "Well what exactly are your needs? You're not a family.
You're not looking for a mid-life crisis car."

Rupert bristles at that last part. You grin. "Are you by any chance related
to Cordelia Chase?"

The salesman blinks. "She's my cousin. Why?"

"Just noticing the family resemblance. Listen why don't you just let us look
around on our own a little? We'll call you when we need help." He looks
reluctant. "We're friends of Cordelia's. We'll make sure to come to you if
we find something so that you get your commission."

The man leaves and you take Rupert by the hand, leading him through the maze
of slightly shiny cars of different colors. "All right, let's be practical
about this. What exactly do you need? Best case scenario."

"Well...something with room for weapons, room for the others. But not so
bulky it's not easily maneuvered."

"So four doors rather than two?"

He nods. "Dependable. Sturdy. Automatic clutch if possible."

You smile and hug against him. As you look up, you see his eyes gain
interest in something. "What?" He leads you across the lot and comes to
stand before a blue 1966 Mustang Coupe. "You're serious? Rupert, it's older
than the Citroen."

"Sorry?"

You smile again. "So much for practicality." At his quizzical look, you
supply. "You're practically drooling."

"I have always always wanted one of these." He pops the hood and looks
inside. "It's in good shape too." You suppose he'd know. He somehow always
managed to keep the Citroen puttering along. Rupert closes the hood and
smiles at you. "Come on, get in with me."

He gets behind the wheel and you get in the passenger side. As soon as you
are inside, the salesman reemerges and hands Rupert the keys through the
window. He starts the car up and takes a deep breath. "Do you hear that? It
actually purrs."

The salesman smiles as Rupert shuts off the motor. "You like it?"

He nods. "I'll take it."

"You will?"

"Absolutely. Go start the paperwork." He hands the salesman the keys. "I'll
be in."

When the man heads for the office, Rupert turns to you. "You don't approve?"

"Well it's just that it sort of doesn't fit anything you said you were
looking for. You see this car and all rationality flies out the window?"

"What can I say, beautiful things have a way of overriding my better
judgment. Isn't that what happened when I saw you?"

"Um, is that a compliment or an insult?" He cups your face and kisses you.
Rupert pulls away for a moment to roll up his window and then turns back to
you, embracing you and nuzzling your neck. "What are you doing?" You smile.

"I believe it's called a test drive." Once more, his mouth is on yours as he
leans you back.


Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"Pia Zadora played Anne Frank on stage so badly that the audience yelled
"She's in the attic!" when the Nazis arrived." ~From the Urban Legends
Reference Pages site (http://www.snopes.com/movies/actors)

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pockets mannerism,  Little Rupert's "Watcher Ken" doll, now with new Kung-Fu
Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Repeat Buffy this week but at least we are edging closer to Best Actress
(ready the smelling salts <G>)  In other news, I finally managed to get the
ABH archive back up updated, and running.  You can now find it here:
http://giles_watcher.tripod.com/abh/abh.html

This week's ABH is a suggestive TV-14.  Nothing that you couldn't see on TV
if it was tastefully shot :)  Hope you all enjoy!


"I'll kill him!" Oliver enters the room to the sound of your shouting. With
a groan of aggravation, you sweep a month's worth of paperwork off the desk
to the floor to land at his feet.

He arches an eyebrow. "Bad news?" You look up and find him smiling slightly.

You are not amused. "Just don't."

You attempt to brush past him. Instead, he grabs your arms with just enough
force to keep you from walking away and turns you to look into his eyes.
"Come on now, talk to me. What happened? Who are you going to kill? And do I
get to help?"

You fight against the smile that is trying to break free. You're mad and you
intend to stay that way. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You'd rather just storm around here and break things?"

"Actually, yes!"

"May I remind you that it's my house you're planning to destroy."

"Fine! I'll just go home!"

"Right." He hoists your arms up over your head and slings you over his
shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" you say with no small amount of alarm.

"You refuse to cool off so I intend to force you." At that moment, he opens
the door to his back yard. From what little you can see by twisting around
in your position, he is headed toward the swimming pool.

"Oliver it's winter!"

"Imagine that."

"You can't possibly be serious!" He stops at the edge of the pool.

"Oh aren't I?" Without further ado, he flips you over and you land with a
loud splash in the freezing cold water.

At first, your mouth opens to gasp at the coldness and you accidentally
swallow some of the water. While you are splashing around frantically, you
are suddenly taken with an idea. You cease all your flailing and simply
allow yourself to sink below the surface, as deep as you can.

Oliver's eyes widen. "Bloody Hell!" He begins whipping off his shoes. He is
certain that the coldness of the water has put you into shock and you are
now drowning thanks to him. As soon as his shoes are off, he dives elegantly
into the water to rescue you. When he gets fairly close, you push off the
bottom of the pool and swim away.

You break the surface near the side and hoist yourself over and out. Your
teeth are chattering as the cool morning air catches your wet skin but there
is no way you are going to miss your earned gloat when Oliver comes up.

He comes up sputtering and coughing, swimming for your direction. "Are you
insane?! I thought I'd killed you!"

"Am I insane?? You could have killed me!"

"Not then, but most assuredly now!" As he launches himself over the side,
your legs get the message before your brain registers it and you break into
a run towards the house. As you get to the back door, you tug on it
repeatedly only to find it locked. As you move to run around and try the
front, you run right into Oliver and scream. He grabs you roughly and pushes
you against the door.

Your lower lip trembles in a mixture of coldness and anticipation as you
look into the flashing green eyes before you. Before you have time to
question, he takes your mouth in a savage kiss that sends a comforting heat
shooting straight down the length of your body.

"Caught you," he whispers in your ear.

"Caught me, now what are you going to do to me?" His wet hair has begun to
curl around his face and you notice his shivering matching yours.

"First I'm going to take you inside so we can get these wet clothes off,
then... we'll see."

His wicked smile makes your trembling even worse. That's when you remember.
"Door's locked."

"Is it? Well I have my keys." He pats down his pockets. "Correction, I had
my keys."

"Lock picks?" you venture.

"Not on me." He takes you by the hand and pulls you back toward the patio.
"Help me find the keys Love."

The wind has picked up, making you even colder than before which you didn't
think possible. At the edge of the pool you spy a dark shape on the bottom.
"Oliver, I think I found the keys."

He joins you, his gaze following yours. "Oh terrific."

Your arms are wrapped around yourself in a futile effort to keep warm. Your
shaking is very visible now. Oliver notices this and puts his arms around
you.

The bleak gray clouds above that have been threatening rain all day, now
deliver on that threat. The skies open up on the two of you in a hard cold
rain. You startle at a particularly loud crack of thunder and nearly topple
into the water once more. Oliver catches you at the last second.

When he brushes the wet hair from your face, he notes with concern that your
lips have turned a pale blue. He walks you back to the door. There is not
much overhang from the roof so he encourages you to hug close to the door.
After a light kiss on the cheek, he leaves your side for the patio once
again. Soon you hear a splash. Moments later, an even wetter Oliver
approaches, dangling keys in his left hand.

He inserts them into the lock and the door pops open. Much like the way you
exited it, Oliver scoops you into his arms and carries you into the house.
He doesn't put you down again until you're in the bathroom. There he sits
you on the bathroom counter and pulls the warm water tap on the tub.

He leaves you for a minute to close and lock the door and turn up the heat.
When he returns, he is naked and holding a large plastic bag full of his wet
clothes. He sets the bag on the bathroom floor and reaches for the buttons
on the front of your blouse. Oliver makes quickwork of the rest of your
clothes and places them with his own in the bag.

He lifts you from the counter and stands you in the warmth of the tub. With
one arm supporting you around the waist, he turns off the tap and climbs in
behind you. He sits and settles you between his legs, leaning you back
against his chest and scooping handfuls of warm water over the both of you.

He kisses your forehead. "Better?" You nod. "Now, who was it you were going
to kill and why?"

"Rick. You know that database we retrieved in Calais?"

"The one I was almost shot over? Yes, I dimly recall."

"Phbt, all gone. He crashed it."

"What do you mean he crashed it?"

"And there was no back up copy. It's all gone."

"I'll kill him!" He moves to stand and you push against him, stopping him.

"Oh no you don't. I'm not going out in that pool again. Stay with me now.
We'll plot murder later."

As your hand drifts down his chest and below the water line, he smirks.
"Promise do you?"

You tilt your head up to smile at him. Before you can answer, he kisses you
slowly.


Have an Exciting Monday!

GylzGirl

"Patience caterpillar. All the sweeter for our waiting." ~Karen Jephson on
the lack of B/G-ness this season.
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pockets mannerism,  Little Rupert's "Watcher Ken" doll, now with new Kung-Fu
Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Gearing up for Buffy on Tuesday and hey...less than a month till Best
Actress.  Whoo! <G>  This week's ABH is PG-14.  A bit suggestive but nothing
that couldn't be on TV.  Hope you all enjoy!



You awake with a rose on the pillow beside you. You smile and reach for it.
Upon doing so you find a note tied to its stem with red ribbon. You untie it
and read:

Love,

Will be at the theater late. We need to run through a couple of the new
illusions after the show tonight. Your pass, as always, is waiting at the
box office. If you're not too busy, come by and see the show. Afterwards,
you can nap in my dressing room until I'm done. Rrrowwwrrr.

Yours,

Adam

PS. Wear red for me won't you?

You stretch like a lazy cat with a rather large grin on your face. You get
out of bed and begin to make your plans for the day.

******

At dusk, you show up at the theater wearing a deep red velvet dress that
clings to you in just the way Adam likes. Your hair is swept up with silver
combs holding it in place. With red heels and a matching purse, you walk
past the excited line waiting for Adam's show and up to the side entrance to
the theater.

You knock on the locked door and Jonathan opens it. He looks you over,
smiles, and then crosses his arms over his chest. "Now listen you, I get him
until midnight. He has got to run the new act through once this week if it's
going to be ready in time for the special next month."

You lightly grab the front of his shirt. "Agreed, but after that, he's all
mine Big Boy. Don't make me have to fight you for him." He grins and you
release his shirt.

He reaches down and unclips his backstage pass from the bottom of his shirt.
He attaches it to your handbag. "Save you a trip to the box office. Go on
in."

"Won't you need one?"

"Are you kidding? Adam's been giving them Hell all day and I've been keeping
him mostly off their backs. They aren't about to toss me out."

"Good point. Adam can be a bear on show night."

"He passed bear at about 10 am. He's headed into Velociraptor territory now.
I'd have you go in and calm him down, but we have a show in 20 minutes and I
don't think it would start on time if I sent you."

You blush a little. "You're probably right. I'll be good then and just go
and watch the show."

"Have fun," he calls after you.

You do indeed. They've already added two new illusions since you saw the
show last. The second of which nearly had even you screaming, almost
convinced it had gone wrong and Adam had been hurt.

About 15 minutes before the end of the show, a footlight gets blocked at
just the right angle and Adam finally spots you in the crowd. His eyes
linger for a moment as he smiles his approval, then he goes into the big
finale.

After a standing ovation and two curtain calls, the house lights rise and
the crowd begins to disperse. You wait for it to clear a little and then
make your way to the backstage entrance at the side of the stage. You flash
your pass to a new security man and are let in.

You head towards Adam's dressing room and knock on the door. There is no
answer so you go on in. It is dark as you expected. You know from experience
Adam will be at least an hour with Jonathan and the crew. You turn on the
light. Sitting on his counter is a vase full of roses, matching the one on
your pillow that morning. There is a simple card attached: "Love you, Adam".
No doubt it is to let you know that they are for you and not in
congratulations for his show.

As you further observe the room, you spy a red chenille throw tossed
casually over the back of his black chaise lounge. You smile and turn off
the light.

******

At half past 1, Adam opens the door to his dressing room. He frowns at the
darkness, figuring that you must have gotten bored and went home. He turns
on just the lights around his mirror.

Immediately before him, he sees the red dress he saw you wearing in the
audience, hanging over the back of a chair. His eyes wander over to the
chaise lounge where he sees you sleeping, bare shoulders peeking out from
under the chenille and hair splayed across the pillow.

A lopsided grin spreads across his face. He closes the door behind him and
shrugs out of his shirt. He kneels on the floor beside you. You awake slowly
to the sensation of warm hands caressing your face and kisses dancing across
your collarbone. You smile and stretch. Adam licks his lips as he watches
this action move the chenille lower on your chest.

"Hi," you say.

"Hey." He runs his hand through your hair.

"I wore red for you."

Adam smiles and nods toward your discarded dress. "I saw. It looked
beautiful on you Love."

You giggle. "No Silly. Not that red."

He arches his eyebrow. You pull down your cover to reveal the crimson
bustier and matching panties you wear beneath the chenille. His lips part to
allow his breath to escape. "Oh..." his eyes meet yours. "Beautiful doesn't
begin to describe it." He slides his arm along yours until your fingers
interlock. Adam leans down and kisses you very tenderly.


Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"Patience caterpillar. All the sweeter for our waiting." ~Karen Jephson on
the lack of B/G-ness this season.
GylzGirl's Anthony Stewart Head Shrine
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pockets mannerism,  Little Rupert's "Watcher Ken" doll, now with new Kung-Fu
Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Happy Birthdays Gail, Eileen, and TONY!!!!!  My love to you all :)  This
week's ABH is rated TV-14.  Hope you all enjoy!



It is 10 pm on your birthday. So far, it has not been a happy one. You
didn't expect much. Buffy, Willow and Xander are all out of town. You've
been trying to reach Rupert all day and keep getting his machine. You're
trying to take that as a good sign. Maybe he's been off planning something
wonderful. But your hope dies a little more with each tick of the clock.

At 20 past midnight, you try his number one last time. "Hello?" He sounds
groggy.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

He yawns. "Fraid so. I just came in from my late night jog, took a shower
and collapsed. I didn't even bother to take off the towel."

Your smile is weak. "And what a lovely picture that paints. So um...how was
your day?"

He yawns again. "Fairly uneventful. Spent most of it downtown at the library
reading. Look Love, I hate to cut this short but I'm just dead. We'll try
and get together tomorrow if you like?"

"Sure. Sorry. Bye." You hang up the phone and head upstairs to cry yourself
to sleep.

******

The next morning, you feel like utter Hell inside and out. You have a
headache from crying so hard the night before and the truth is, you're still
feeling hurt and will probably be crying some more today.

You clear your throat and dial Rupert's number. Fortunately, you get his
answering machine. "Hi, it's me. I'm not feeling so well. I'm going to stay
in today. Probably best you don't come over. I wouldn't want you to catch
anything. I'll see you sometime tomorrow I suppose. Bye."

After a brief stop in the kitchen for some aspirin, you head back upstairs
for some more crying, and more sleeping.

******

The following day at 8 am, you go to Rupert's house. You're hoping you don't
look as haggard as you still feel. You manage a bright grin as he opens the
door to greet you. "Hey."

"Hello there." He steps back to allow you to enter. "I say, are you certain
you feel all right? You still look rather peaked."

"Yeah, I'm fine. What are you doing today? I thought I'd take you to
breakfast."

"Not today I'm afraid Love. I'm just going for my morning run and then down
to the museum. There's a possible opening coming up there and I want to
remind them that an overly qualified British gentleman with far too much
free time on his hands lately would be interested in the position as a way
of keeping him from going insane."

"Bright spot, at least you won't be tempted to go take out your old
employers with a machine gun cause hey, a big ole snake beat you to that and
you already got to blow up the school to boot."

He grins. "Yes there is that, though forgive me if I fail to place that
information on my resume." He gives you a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm
going upstairs to change for my jog. If uh...if you're not doing anything
this evening, come on back and I'll take you out to dinner."

"Sounds like a date." Rupert heads up the stairs. As you turn to leave,
there is a knock on the door. You open it and Willow smiles at you.

"Hey! I was hoping I'd run into you here. Happy late birthday!"

You smile. "Thanks."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to give you this before I left." She pulls a little
red box out of her pocket and gives it to you. You open it and smile. "It's
a rose quartz heart. It's said to promote healing and attract love."

You put it around your neck and give her a big hug. "I could use both right
now. Thank you. I love it." You release her. "I was just on my way out.
Giles is upstairs changing. He'll be down in a few minutes."

"Great. See you later." The minute the door closes behind you, Giles comes
barreling down the stairs. "Hi Giles."

He grabs her gently by the arms. "Willow! Why in God's name did you not tell
me today was her birthday?" Her jaw drops. "What? It's...it's only morning
yet. I still have time to find her something." Her face transforms into an
angry frown and she begins slapping at his arm. "Ow! Stop hitting me!
What?!?!"

"Giles, her birthday was two days ago."

"WHAT?"

"You were the only one here and you just now realized when her birthday
was?" Willow arches her eyebrow as she is treated to a truly exceptional
display of expletives.

"What do I do?"

She sighs and gently places her hand on his arm. "Not much really you can
do. Damage is done."

He looks so lost. "I have to do something."

"Apologize profusely and try to make it up to her. I think that's about as
much as you can." She pats his arm and leaves.

Giles goes back upstairs to change out of his jogging suit and into clothes
more suited to running errands.

******

You arrive at Rupert's in the evening. The house seems dark. For a terrible
moment, you're afraid he's forgotten you again. When you knock, the door
swings open to find Rupert with his hair slightly ruffled and wearing white
linen pants and no shirt. The inside of the apartment is bathed in
candlelight.

You can feel yourself blush. "Well don't you look like a romance novel cover
come to life." He takes your hand and draws you gently inside and against
his chest.

Rupert takes your face in his hands and kisses you slowly. Soon he pulls
back to look into your eyes. "I can forgive myself for forgetting an
occasion. What I will never forgive myself for is making you feel
unimportant and unloved."

You run your hand back through his hair. "Then I guess it's up to me to
forgive you for that?"

"After I make a valiant effort to make it up to you."

"Oh. Like?" You're smiling.

"Well I thought tomorrow we might do dinner, a film, flowers and your gift."

"That seems like a good road to take. And tonight?"

He sweeps you into his arms and presses his forehead to yours. "Tonight is
for an entirely different kind of taking." Without another word, he carries
you up the steps to his bedroom.


Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"No matter how badly the idiots may outnumber you, they're still the
idiots." ~Daria Morgendorffer
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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

More new Buffy on Tuesday!  Yea! :)  This week's ABH is rated TV-PG.  Hope
you all enjoy!



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 and a Romantic Valentine's Day!

GylzGirl  :-)

"No matter how badly the idiots may outnumber you, they're still the
idiots." ~Daria Morgendorffer
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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Sorry for the resend.  I just downloaded Internet Explorer 5 and realized it
reset my email to send in HTML which I know some people can't recieve.
Hopefully it's fixed now.  My apologies.


New Buffy on Tuesday.  Huzzah! :-)  Brenda, I hope you feel better soon.
Don't forget about our Anniversary this week guys and gals! <G>  This week's
ABH is a suggestive PG-14.  Hope you all enjoy!


Adam grins as he opens the box. "I can't believe you got me this."

You smile in return. "Well, are you going to try it on?"

If you didn't know better, you'd say he was blushing. "You.you really want
me to?"

You give him a little push toward the bathroom. "Why else do you think I got
it? Please? For me?"

He releases a long-suffering sigh and disappears into the bathroom. While
he's gone, you take the opportunity to slip into a red velvet teddy that he
got you on Valentine's Day a couple of years ago. You seat yourself on the
bed and keep careful watch on the door. Soon enough it opens and Adam
sheepishly steps out.

Your smile is ear to ear. Standing before you is Adam Klaus wearing nothing
but a pair of red and white Scooby-Doo boxer shorts that read "Rookin' for
Rov".

"I feel silly." You stand long enough to take his hand and escort him to the
bed beside you.

"You look so cute!"

"Great. That's just what I was going for. Cute. Here you are in that.and you
know what that does to me. And I'm very cute."

You run your finger slowly along the shell of his ear. "I like cute."

He brushes your hand away. "Stop that. I'm pouting."

You rest your chin on his shoulder and blow softly into his ear. "You really
want me to stop?" He doesn't answer. You scoot a little closer. Your tongue
sneaks out and flicks his lobe. "Well do you?"

He turns, passion smoldering in his eyes. "Madam, are you trying to seduce
me?"

You innocently smile. "I don't know." You slowly lay back on the bed,
keeping your eyes on his the entire time. "Is it working?"

"Oh God." He reaches out and touches your hair. "It's not all that's
working." He lays down beside you. His warm soft hands trace your every
curve as he moves to nuzzle at your neck. His kisses, licks and nips are
about to drive you crazy when the phone rings.

"Your Valentine's gift to me would be a hit on Jonathan's life." He smiles
and gives you one more lingering kiss before turning to the nightstand to
retrieve the phone.

"Yes? Yes Jonathan. Are you certain?"

You've heard enough of these conversations to know what happens next. You
sit up and move to stand when Adam's arm stops you.

"Right. No. No that's perfect. Thanks a heap."

You look to him in confusion. "You're leaving?"

"We're leaving. Jonathan just confirmed the next booking on the tour is a
week and a half away. And the reservations have come through for your
Valentine's present."

You smile. "My present?"

"One uninterrupted week with yours truly in lovely Greece. We're going to
poke about all those ruins you've always wanted to."

You jump to your feet. "Really?"

He stands as well. "Really." He gives you a gentle shove that sends you back
to the bed on your back. "Starting tomorrow." His smile sends a shiver of
excitement up your spine. "Until then, it's still time for my present." He
climbs onto the bed and kisses you tenderly.



Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)


"No matter how badly the idiots may outnumber you, they're still the
idiots." ~Daria Morgendorffer
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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

New Buffy on Tuesday.  Huzzah! :-)  Brenda, I hope you feel better soon.
Don't forget about our Anniversary this week guys and gals! <G>  This week's
ABH is a suggestive PG-14.  Hope you all enjoy!


Adam grins as he opens the box. "I can't believe you got me this."

You smile in return. "Well, are you going to try it on?"

If you didn't know better, you'd say he was blushing. "You.you really want
me to?"

You give him a little push toward the bathroom. "Why else do you think I got
it? Please? For me?"

He releases a long-suffering sigh and disappears into the bathroom. While
he's gone, you take the opportunity to slip into a red velvet teddy that he
got you on Valentine's Day a couple of years ago. You seat yourself on the
bed and keep careful watch on the door. Soon enough it opens and Adam
sheepishly steps out.

Your smile is ear to ear. Standing before you is Adam Klaus wearing nothing
but a pair of red and white Scooby-Doo boxer shorts that read "Rookin' for
Rov".

"I feel silly." You stand long enough to take his hand and escort him to the
bed beside you.

"You look so cute!"

"Great. That's just what I was going for. Cute. Here you are in that.and you
know what that does to me. And I'm very cute."

You run your finger slowly along the shell of his ear. "I like cute."

He brushes your hand away. "Stop that. I'm pouting."

You rest your chin on his shoulder and blow softly into his ear. "You really
want me to stop?" He doesn't answer. You scoot a little closer. Your tongue
sneaks out and flicks his lobe. "Well do you?"

He turns, passion smoldering in his eyes. "Madam, are you trying to seduce
me?"

You innocently smile. "I don't know." You slowly lay back on the bed,
keeping your eyes on his the entire time. "Is it working?"

"Oh God." He reaches out and touches your hair. "It's not all that's
working." He lays down beside you. His warm soft hands trace your every
curve as he moves to nuzzle at your neck. His kisses, licks and nips are
about to drive you crazy when the phone rings.

"Your Valentine's gift to me would be a hit on Jonathan's life." He smiles
and gives you one more lingering kiss before turning to the nightstand to
retrieve the phone.

"Yes? Yes Jonathan. Are you certain?"

You've heard enough of these conversations to know what happens next. You
sit up and move to stand when Adam's arm stops you.

"Right. No. No that's perfect. Thanks a heap."

You look to him in confusion. "You're leaving?"

"We're leaving. Jonathan just confirmed the next booking on the tour is a
week and a half away. And the reservations have come through for your
Valentine's present."

You smile. "My present?"

"One uninterrupted week with yours truly in lovely Greece. We're going to
poke about all those ruins you've always wanted to."

You jump to your feet. "Really?"

He stands as well. "Really." He gives you a gentle shove that sends you back
to the bed on your back. "Starting tomorrow." His smile sends a shiver of
excitement up your spine. "Until then, it's still time for my present." He
climbs onto the bed and kisses you tenderly.



Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)



"No matter how badly the idiots may outnumber you, they're still the
idiots." ~Daria Morgendorffer
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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Okay, with all the Giles should get a motorcycle discussions this week and
as a means of therapy about the blasted things for myself, this is the
result.  I hope you all enjoy!  Oh, this one is Uber-R.  Under 17, please
just delete.



You are sitting outside your house waiting for Rupert. He called to tell you
that he has just replaced the Citroen and he plans to give you a ride. He
sounded so excited that you couldn't help but laugh.



As you are looking down at your feet, you hear the gunning of a motorcycle
engine. You look up only to see a helmeted rider sitting astride a large
black bike in blue jeans and a leather jacket. 'Nah,' you think to yourself.
'It couldn't be.'

Soon the rider removes the helmet and you find a smiling Rupert Giles with
tousled hair looking at you. "Are you waiting for a written invitation?"

"You are kidding aren’t you? You replaced your car with this?"

His smile widens. He reaches behind his seat and unlatches a second helmet,
which he tosses to you. "Come on, get on. Let me take you for a spin."

You sigh and put on the helmet. You climb on the back of the bike, fitting
your front as close to his rump as you can manage.

He guns the motor again and a flutter of panic goes through your stomach.
"Wait! Where do I hold on?"

"Just hook your thumbs into my beltloops, here." He brings your hands around
his waist, roughly over his pants' pockets. You slip your thumbs through as
requested and hug to his back. "Hang on Love."

As the bike starts moving, you hold him even closer and lean your head
against him. Within minutes, you pass the 'You are now leaving Sunnydale'
sign and find yourself heading for the clearing at the top of Breaker's
Woods. It's a lovely day. It's sunny out with a nice temperature and the
scenery is beautiful.

While Rupert's driving, you get a wicked idea. With your thumbs still hooked
into the beltloops of his pants, your other fingers decide to rub a little
lower. You do it lightly at first, not wanting to startle him into an
accident. Soon your actions become slightly more overt. He leans into you in
silent approval.

When you reach the clearing, Rupert screeches the bike to a halt. Within
seconds of stopping the motorcycle, he has dropped the kickstand, unclasped
your hands from around his waist, removed his helmet and placed it on one of
the handlebars. He quickly steps off the bike and turns to you, his speed
making you wonder if he isn't upset with you. That fear is quickly assuaged
by Rupert gently lifting the helmet from your head, placing it on the other
handlebar, and embracing you in a searing kiss.

Your arms come around his back and you find yourself lifted from the seat.
You wrap your legs around his waist and feel him smile against your mouth.
He supports you with one arm around your middle and the other moving down
under your bottom, kneading the soft roundness there. Rupert carries you to
an area where the grass is thick. He sinks to his knees, carefully lays you
back and covers you with his body. He moves his kisses to your neck as your
hands work at freeing his chest from his shirt. That accomplished, you push
him off of you and onto his back so that you can rain kisses down the newly
bared flesh.

He smiles and growls low in his chest, his hands now returning the favor on
your shirt buttons. When he finishes unbuttoning the last one, he pushes you
up and sits beside you, pulling the top from your body. Your bra soon
follows. You likewise remove his jacket and shirt. He slips his fingers
inside the waistband of your jeans and uses this hold to reel you to him for
another lingering kiss. While his hand is there, he begins to lower your
fly. You copy the action on his own jeans. You part just long enough to free
yourselves from the remaining tangle of clothing.

When you come together again, it is to the warmth of flesh on flesh. The
grass is soft against the bare skin of your back. Rupert's mouth meets yours
once more as he enters you. The pace of his movement is almost furious with
need. You grip fistfuls of the long grass as the first waves of your orgasm
overtake you. His follows closely behind.

Rupert holds you loosely as you lay together, your head on his chest. You
both find yourselves looking at the motorcycle.

"So, how do you like it?"

You sigh. "Quite a ride." He kisses the top of your head. "The motorcycle
isn't bad either." His chest rumbles with laughter beneath you.



Have an Amazing Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"Nice girl but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice." ~Foghorn Leghorn
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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

Two more days!  This wait is bloody killing me! :)  This week's ABH is
TV-PG.  Safe as houses.  Thanks to Meawan for the idea :)  Hope you all
enjoy!


Without expecting to be, Oliver and you have been in Europe for over three
months. Your simple weekend assignment became much more complicated than you
planned for. Your happiness at being home is a bit subdued by the large
cobwebs that have started to claim the interior of Oliver's lighthouse.



He is intent on clearing up the signs of disuse before he even unpacks and
you are intent on helping him. You both change out of your travel clothes
and into tee shirts and jeans. Oliver leaves to start cleaning the kitchen
and you stay put deciding to begin with the bedroom.

You strip down the bedding and take it down to the washing machine. When you
return, you open a window to air out the room. You finish dusting the
furniture and begin to vacuum. The loud clanging of pans from the kitchen
carries even over the sound of the machine. You turn it off and head into
Oliver's terrain.

"You okay? What was that ba…" You never finish your sentence. Before you
stands Oliver wearing yellow rubber gloves and an apron proclaiming "Just
put down the chocolate and nobody gets hurt."

A smirk spreads across your face. Oliver rolls his eyes. "Don't even start."

"Who's starting? I'm finished. With the bedroom at least. I'm going to get
the vacuum and get the living room going."

"I come help as soon as I'm done here."

You dust, vacuum and open the windows in the living room as well. When
Oliver finally joins you, you're cleaning out the dresser's drawers. He
moves to the closet and begins taking down boxes to sort through. In your
explorations, you find a black binder filled with pages of plastic baseball
card protectors. Only in this binder, the pages are full of photo ID's for
over a hundred of Oliver's many aliases. You flip a couple of pages in and
smile. These are names he used before your time together. You peruse the
many pictures, some of them sporting Oliver in disguise. "Oh my God!"

Oliver bangs his head on a shelf in the closet. "What? Did you hurt
yourself?"

"No. Look at this perm you had! And that mustache with it." He looks
confused. You hold up the binder so that he can see what you're looking at.
"William Moxley the third?"

"Oh yes. That one."

"Don't tell me. The rest of the outfit was some Travolta disco suit
knock-off with gold chains?"

"It was 1983. The French Riviera. There was this lovely Persian woman who
was…"

"Okay, that's enough. I don't want to hear anymore of this anecdote."

"Jealous."

"With reason," you exchange smiles. You go back to your separate tasks.

Moments later, you hear Oliver softly laughing from the closet. "What's the
funny?"

"This." He holds up a large picture of you, dressed as Boy George, next to a
poster of Boy George.

"Hey, it was Halloween and I was only 13! What would be really funny is if
you find a big picture of YOU dressed as Boy George."

"Oh yes, and what about this?" He pulls out a gold sequined bikini top.

You run over to him and try to take it from his hands. "That’s none of your
business." He holds it over your head.

"You don't get it back till I hear the story." You make a jump for it. He
catches you around the waist with one arm and pulls you to him for a kiss.

"Okay, I took a belly dancing class in College. I was very bad at it and I
looked even worse in the costume."

"Do you think it would still fit?"

You grin at him. "Why?"

"Because, I'd like to see it on you." He puts his forehead to yours, looking
right into your eyes. In a growly voice that promises much to come he says,
"You won't have to wear it for long." After another long convincing kiss,
you sigh and allow yourself to be led into the bedroom.



Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)



"I always did want to see Giles in latex.  This just isn't quite what I had
in mind." ~Me :)
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Ripper Kick, Adam's Rrrowwwrrr, Oliver's Hoop Earring.  Recipient of a kiss
on the cheek from Tony Head

New Buffy on Tuesday!  Witness my Xander-Dance! <G>  This week's ABH is
rated a semi-suggestive TV-14.  Nothing that couldn't be on TV, if shot
carefully :)  Hope you all enjoy!


"Adam, I'm home."



"Aaaaah-CHOO!!!"

You shut the door, set your suitcase down inside and make your way to where
the noise came from. Adam's bedroom is dark. You open the curtains a crack
and see an Adam-sized lump in the bed, shielding his eyes from the window's
light. "What's wrong?"

"I'm dying," comes the muffled reply.

You smile, walk over to the bed and sit down beside him. "Let me see you
dead man." You move his arm and find him looking pale. He sports a couple
days worth of facial growth. His hair has obviously not been combed in about
as long. And to top it all off, Mr. Silk and Satin is wearing some ugly
drab-colored flannel pajamas. "You look bad Adam."

"Sure, kick a man while he's down."

"My poor baby. How long have you felt like this?"

"Three days."

"Did you go to the doctor?"

"I didn't feel like going."

"Is that a joke?"

"No. I haven't wanted to get out of bed."

"Why didn't you have Jonathan take you? Or your driver?"

"I just wanted to sleep."

"You haven't even been taking care of yourself have you?"

"I'm a bad boy. Normally I'd suggest you'd spank me but I'm dying so I'll
refrain from it."

"And the Academy Award goes to Adam Klaus." You go into the bathroom and
emerge shaking down a thermometer. You stand over his bed. "Open up Baby."
He does. "Hold this under your tongue. I'll be right back in."

You head into the living room and change out of your travel clothes and into
sweatpants and a tee shirt. You come back in and Adam looks at you with
large little boy eyes. You check your watch and then pull the thermometer
from his mouth. "Hmm, no fever."

"Does that mean you'll let me go back to sleep?"

"No, it means you get to take a hot bath instead of a cool one. On your
feet."

He whimpers and pulls the covers over his head. You grab the blankets and
pull them down to the foot of his bed. You move his feet over the side and
pull on his hands. He stands with a groan. You lead him by the hand into the
bathroom. You sit him on the toilet lid as you start the bathwater running.
You remove his pajama top and lean him against the wall. After applying an
ample amount of cream, you shave him. When you finish, you wipe the excess
cream from his face with a washcloth and turn off the tap on the tub.

As you test the temperature of the water, you can feel him rubbing your hand
in slow circles with his thumb. You smile at him. "Nice to see you're not
dead yet." You give him a kiss on the forehead. "Stand up Adam." He does.
Your hands unfasten his drawstring waistband and you lower his pajama
bottoms to the floor. You help him into the tub and as he sits you begin to
lather up a large sponge. You run it over his chest and arms, all over his
body. Then you wash his hair for him. When he's all rinsed off, you help him
out and dry him off. As he sits down and runs the blowdryer over his hair,
you go into the bedroom and change the linen off the bed.

Soon, you march him back to bed, dress him in clean pajamas, cover him up
and make him drink two big glasses of orange juice and a glass of water
before you let him take a nap. While he sleeps, you make a call to his
doctor and then a trip to the drug store to get the medicine the doctor
recommends.

"Adam?" He stirs but doesn't wake up. You sigh. "Adam? Come on. I just need
you to sit up and take this and then I'll let you sleep. I promise." His
curses are slurred by sleepiness. You grin as he sits up, refusing to open
his eyes. "Potty mouth." You take the dosage cup of green liquid and bring
it to his lips. He swallows with a wince. "Sorry it doesn't taste better.
Lie back down." He does so. As you move to leave the room, his hand reaches
out and grabs your arm.

"Stay?"

You stand up, kicking off your shoes as you walk to the other side of the
bed and climb in. You move to his side and embrace him. He turns over and
slips his arms around you as he drifts off to sleep once more.



~Two Days Later~



The bright sunlight hits you right in the eyes as you struggle to wake up.
You throw your arm up to block it. "Morning sleepyhead," Adam chirps from
the window.

"Aaaaah-CHOO!!!"

He comes to sit by your side. "Oh poor Love. I'll run you a bath." He leans
over and kisses your forehead…



Have a Magical Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"Finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected, it's some
big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut and only one nostril.
Oh man, I hate it when I'm right." ~ "Weird" Al Yankovic
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Getting closer and closer (though not close enough) to new Buffys.  This
week's ABH is a suggestive PG-14.  Hope you all enjoy!

You are in the kitchen of Rupert Giles' apartment, filling a glass of water,
watching him as he sits on the sofa, talking to Buffy. You are just managing
not to laugh, though you can't seem to rid yourself of the ear to ear grin
on your face that Giles' occasional glare is promising retribution for.



The two of you were supposed to have a nice evening alone. Rupert prepared
an excellent meal that the two of you consumed at a leisurely pace over
candlelight. Afterwards, you settled on his sofa finishing off your glasses
of smooth wine and starting some heavy-duty necking that promised so much
more.

That's when the first knock came upon the door. It was Xander. He and Anya
had just had a big argument and he'd come to get Giles' advice as to what to
do. Noting smugly that Giles had needed to put a pillow over his lap in
order to address the boy without embarrassing himself, you decided to get a
head start on the dishes to give them some privacy.

Giles had no sooner gotten rid of Xander, came into the kitchen and began
placing kisses on the back of your neck as you stood with your hands in the
soapy water, when you heard the next knock. This time it was Anya. She'd
been crying her head off and had come to talk to you for some womanly
advice. You took up position on the couch and Giles finished off the dishes
while you calmed her down and tried to cheer her up.

When Anya left, you'd had just enough time to stand and begin to approach
the kitchen, when there was another knock on the door. Willow desperately
needed some advice on a spell that she was hoping to try with her coven the
next day. That's when you went upstairs and changed out of your elegant
little black dress and into denim shorts and a sweatshirt, deciding to get a
jump on the laundry. Rupert rolled his eyes when he saw you. The final proof
that his wonderfully planned evening for just the two of you had come
crashing down in a flaming pile of wreckage.

You took your time in the basement, loading all the clothes into the
machine. You heard the door shut upstairs and almost took off running to get
back to Giles. Before you were even halfway up the stairs however, you heard
another knock on the door, followed by the sound of Buffy's voice. You went
back down only to discover that there was no more detergent in the basement.

Once again you hiked up the stairs. You waved to Buffy who was sitting on
the sofa with Giles. Rupert was looking very much like someone with cancer
of the puppy. You shuffled around, getting the box of detergent from the
hall closet. You stopped off in the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water.
That's when the humor of the situation hit you. The whole evening has been
like some sort of Hellmouthian Keystone Cops routine. It would be hilarious
if the timing didn't suck so much. From the looks Rupert is casting your
way, you can see that he has not yet found the funny. You take your water
and your soap and head back down into the basement.

As you are setting the dials on the washer, you feel that you are not alone.
You turn around only to be shoved gently against the machine as Rupert
embraces you tightly, plundering your mouth with his own. Your drink falls
off the washer, spilling the water and breaking the glass. Rupert lifts you
upon the machine, struggling to rid you of your clothing. You are having an
equally difficult time undressing him in a hurry. In your rush, you slip off
the machine, falling into his arms with a loud "eep!" and landing on the
floor with Rupert in an undignified, half-naked sprawl.

Suddenly you hear knocking on the basement door. "Hey what's going on down
there?!"

"Buffy don't come down here!" Rupert sounds nearly panicked. You can't keep
from laughing a moment more. You press your face against his bare chest to
muffle the sound. He tickles your ribs to make you stop. Instead, it makes
you squeal. Loudly.

Buffy, locked into superhero mode, must have decided it sounded like the two
of you were in some kind of trouble. She kicks open the door and rushes down
the stairs. When she reaches the bottom, she finally looks up and gulps. For
the first time, you are happy you were having such a time getting each
other's clothes off because it means she is only seeing the two of you half
embarrassed to death.

"Oh. Oh boy! Sorry! Giles I can talk to you tomorrow. I think I need to go
home now. And boil my eyeballs! Geez, why didn't you just say something?!"
She runs up the stairs as though an army of vampires were on her trail. You
hear the front door slam shut.

Rupert laughs gently against your hair. "I hope she locked the bloody
thing." He moves his hand deeper into your hair and pulls you to him in a
passionate kiss…

Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

"It's always darkest just before it goes totally black." ~Hannibal Smith
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I hope everybody had a great New Year's!  May things be better this year
than they ever have been before.  This week's ABH is rated PG-14.  I hope
you all enjoy!


Oliver waves at you from his car to let you know he is still awake. You are
part of a blanket team assigned by your Employers to track down an important
informant who has gone missing. The two of you have been given watch over
his house. Oliver is stationed in his car, parked in front of the house. You
are parked a little further up the block in order to be in site of both
Oliver and the back door. So far, there has been no activity and the two of
you have been passing the time placing obscene cell phone calls to each
other.

As you are settling in for another unproductive hour, you see movement in
the bushes near the back door. You double check your weapon, making sure
it's fully loaded and exit your car as quietly as possible.

You don't have time to see whether or not Oliver observed your leaving and
is following suit. You can now see a dark figure on the back doorstep, and
it seems to be fiddling with keys to the door. You keep low, using the
landscaping hedges for cover.

You manage to creep to within a few feet of the now obviously male figure.
You take a deep breath and step out from the foliage. "Stop right there!"

Instead of freezing, the figure spins quickly and fires a gun you barely
have time to see. You are propelled backward and off your feet as you feel
the skin of your arm tear.

You hit the ground a little dazed but are able to make out Oliver's voice.
"Drop the weapon and put your hands up on the door now. Don't try me. I'll
have no problem using this tonight!" You blink your eyes open, looking up at
the starry night. "Love, are you all right?"

"I'm fine," your voice is shaky. You sit up slowly, gingely lifting your arm
to assess the damage. Your sleeve has a large rip in it, and underneath that
is a gash. However, it doesn't appear to be very deep and seems to have
already stopped bleeding.

Now you are hearing two voices, both familiar but only one Oliver's. "Oh
geez! Is she okay?"

"You could have killed her you bloody idiot!"

Soon Oliver is kneeling by your side, inspecting your arm. "It's nothing. It
grazed me is all."

He pulls you against him and embraces you tightly. "Thank God." He kisses
the top of your head. "It seems our wayward informant has wandered home."

You peer up at the figure in the dark. "Barry? Is that you?"

He kneels next to you as well. "I'm so sorry. Geez. I didn't know it was you
guys."

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Our Mr. Simmons had a little romantic fling down in New Orleans to take
care of," Oliver says.

The two men help you up. "That sounds nice."

"I didn't know it was you out there I swear. You just startled me."

"Barry, there's a reason you weren't given permission to carry one of
those."

He hands the gun over to Oliver. "Don't worry. I don't ever want to touch
one again. I never meant to hurt you guys." He smiles a little. "And if I
was going to, I sure wouldn't have shot the pretty one."

"Barry, go home," Oliver smiles.

He stands and goes to his door, waving good-bye to you both as he enters.

Oliver puts his arm around your waist and begins to walk you toward your
car. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, hardly a scratch."

He kisses your cheek. "Could have been worse."

You turn and smile at him. "Yes. But it wasn't. I'm fully fit and ready for
action."

He sweeps you up into his arms. "Let's test that theory."

Oliver runs as he carries you to the door of your car. He sets you on your
feet there and opens your door. Just as he does, fireworks begin to go off
overhead. When his gaze meets yours you loop your arms around his neck and
kiss him tenderly. "Happy New Year Sampson."

He returns the kiss. "Happy New Year."

"Any resolutions?"

"Considering what just happened back there? Yes. I resolve that from now on
when you wind up on your back, it will be because I put you there."

Just as you are about to question his meaning, he bundles you into the
backseat of your rental sedan, crawls in on top of you and shuts the door.
As the fireworks explode in the night sky and your car windows fog up,
Oliver and you celebrate the new year.



Have a Wonderful Monday!

GylzGirl :-)

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mistaken.  The choosing was not.  You have to move on." ~Sunday in the Park
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This week's ABH is rated PG-14.  I hope you all enjoy!



You're leaning against the rail of Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco,
looking at your image in the surface of the bay. You see Adam's face appear
in the water just behind you. You turn and smile. It is late December and
you've forgotten your jacket back at the hotel. Adam unzips his oversize
jacket and opens the front, embracing you in both his arms and the garment.
Your arms encircle his waist beneath his coat.

"You'll catch your death Love."

"Sorry. I just decided to go for a walk. Didn't think about it being that
cold till I got closer to the bay."

He kisses the end of your nose and smiles. "Your nose is cold."

"Does that mean I'm a healthy puppy?"

Adam gives your bottom a light smack and then squeezes you tightly. "So
what's going on in that busy brain in that pretty head of yours?"

"I don't know. Just thinkin'. About the new year I guess."

"The Millennium?"

"It's not."

"Pardon?"

"It's not the Millennium. You have to have 1000 complete years for a
millennium. This is only 999."

"You're not going all Librarian on me are you?"

You kiss his stubbly chin. "Don't make fun just because my parents owned an
Encyclopedia set."

"So did mine. Doesn't mean I actually read the silly thing."

"Still, year 2000 though. Kinda wild. All those zero's make you think."

He kisses your temple and nuzzles into your hair. "About?"

"Where the substance lies in your life."

You can feel Adam smile. "Translation for the non-Encyclopedia reader?"

"Deciding what's important to you. You know? Bringing to the surface the
irritations and angers that hold you back, acknowledging them and then
letting them go. Not allowing them to take up any more of your time or
attention." You place a kiss on his neck and feel him breathe sharply.
"Paying attention to what really matters."

"Like?"

"Like my job, my family, my real friends." You look up into the timeless
green of his eyes. "My love."

"Sounds like you've been doing a lot of thinking."

"It seemed like the time for it. I mean, New Year's is less than a week
away."

"I've been thinking too," Adam says.

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking that maybe we might...sorta...move in together?"

"You want me to move to England?"

"I want you to move in to my house in England and I want to move into your
house here. With my schedule, it's entirely possible to live in both places.
I just want us to live in those places together. When I go home and you're
not there, I feel like I'm missing something."

You lean your head against his chest. "I don't know what to say."

"Well, yes would be my vote."

"Of course yes!"

Adam leans down and kisses you tenderly. "Good. Now let's get back to the
hotel so that we have time to warm each other up properly before the show
tonight." You slip your hand into the back pocket of his jeans as you walk
back to your room...



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