Author: Angel the Part-time Succubus (Angelia Sparrow)

Email: valarltd@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The missing scene from "Band Candy."  What really happened with Giles and Joyce
when they cut to the Sunnydale PD logo.

Spoilers: Band Candy

Disclaimer: These are not my characters.  They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and WB.
I receive no monetary gain for these stories.

Distribution: UCSL, Ash-GASP, Any and all other archives.  You want it, you got it, just ask,
please.

Feedback: Always.  I will write slash to order for feedback.

Author's note: Woke up with this bouncing through my head.  So here's your Monday Smutfic
Theatre.

Dedication: For Elaine Sweet (always) and for Darren, in fond memory of a green gauze slave
girl costume and a set of handcuffs....

***
Never tell me
c1999 Angelia Sparrow
***

Joyce giggled as she took the gum out of her mouth.  Ripper leaned in closer, and she could
smell the smoke and sweat of him.  The lusty look on his face almost made her giggle again, but
there wasn't time.  His lips were on hers, rough and careless, plundering her mouth.

His arms were so strong around her.  She squirmed a little, the embrace almost too tight to be
comfortable.  The kiss was letting her know that he was the one in charge, as he had been during
the scene with the cop, as he had been all along.  She tried to fight, but he bit her lip sharply,
letting her know that was not allowed.  She submitted to the kiss, as he pressed her back against
the hood of the police car.

He broke off, and dangled something in front of her eyes.  She took a moment to focus.  The
handcuffs.  From the officer's belt.  She raised her arms above her head, baring her wrists to him
and breathed "Please, yes."  It seemed fitting, and extra sexy that he should take her like this,
atop the car, and bound as well.

The cuffs fitted snugly around each wrist, but he made sure they didn't bite.  And then he was
kissing her again, ignoring her squirming and her little moans of pleasure.  She wanted to throw
her arms around him and let him kiss her forever, but he'd cuffed her to something, and she
couldn't.

Joyce squirmed more as she felt his hand, so strong for a librarian, slide up under her skirt.  He
rubbed her through her already-damp panties before casually tearing them aside.  The cotton
made a horrendously loud ripping sound, and she was sure the people in the cafe down the block
could hear.  Two fingers shoved into her with casual familiarity, and she sobbed under his
mouth, and rubbed against his palm.

"So, luv, ready for more?" he asked, pushing her skirt up, just enough to give him access.  The
sound of his zipper was almost as loud as her panties.  Not waiting for an answer, he penetrated,
burying himself to the hilt.

"What if I'd said no?" she whispered.

"You've gone too far for that, little tease.  I'd have taken you anyway.  You are tight.  Been a
while?"

She nodded, pulling at the handcuffs a little harder, not sure if she wanted to push him away or
pull him closer.  The steady pounding below her waist was making thought impossible.  He had
found a good rhythm and was pursuing it with single-minded desire.  Suddenly, the tingle
crashed into a great wave of orgasm that overwhelmed her.  Her gasps became too loud, and he
silenced her with his mouth, stopping her screams with his tongue.  She bit him accidentally.

He pulled away, and slapped her.  The sudden violence of the act, her look of fear and surprise,
and the sweet wetness enveloping him were enough to shove him over the brink.  She sobbed as
he jerked hard against her inner walls.  He grinned down at her with the slightly demented look
she had found so sexy just a little bit ago.  Now he scared her.  And the fear was even sexier.
She didn't have time to analyze, she just arched her head back, exposing her throat and thrusting
her breasts toward his hands.

Ripper clutched at her soft breasts, squeezing hard enough to hurt her and enjoying her gasp of
pain.  He could feel the hard points of her nipples through her dress.  She's left the bra at his
place.  He twisted them lightly and listened to her moan.

"Sexpot," he hissed in her ear.  "Tramp."  He twisted her nipples again.  "Slut."  She kissed him
to shut him up.  "You're a very naughty girl, Joyce.  And I am going to show you the error of
your ways."  He withdrew, still hard.  Covering himself with the shirt around his waist, he
uncuffed her and flipped her over onto her stomach.

He refastened the cuffs at the small of her back.  "Naughty girls end up under arrest.  You have
the right to remain silent."  He spanked one side of her bottom, eliciting a small yelp.  "Any
noise you make can and will be taken as encouragement."  He swatted her again.  "You have the
right to an attorney."  He rubbed himself along her wet cleft.  "If you cannot afford an attorney,
you will be put to work giving blow jobs at a shilling a pop to the officers until you can."    He
thrust into her.  "And you have the right to one good solid fuck before I let you go."

"Ripper," she sighed, against the hood of the car. He slammed into her, enjoying the sensation of
her wetness, thinking about taking his own sloppy seconds.  There had been others, oh yes, lots
of them, but this girl was special.  He found himself tempted to sodomize her, just to make her
cry, but that could wait.  The night was young, and so was he.  He hadn't felt this good in a long
time.  He would have her.  He would feel her lush mouth around him, and he would force
himself into her tight ass.  But for now, this was enough.  Thinking of all he could do to her
brought him off again.

"All right, my girl, you've proven yourself good enough to be let free."  He pulled her to stand,
and unlocked the cuffs.  "I want some chocolate.  Sex always makes me hungry."  He stepped
away to fasten his pants, and never noticed when she tucked the cuffs the waistband of her skirt.

Joyce ignored the trickle down her inner thigh, and the fact she reeked of sex.  No one else
would notice either.  And it had been so very different.  She wondered just how good Ripper
would look in handcuffs as he threw his arm around her and they wandered on down the street.

*end*