Just the Candy
TITLE: Just the Candy
AUTHOR: Fyre
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: The day after 'Band Candy' two people have a run in.
FEEDBACK: I will beg if you want me to!
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: Only 'Band Candy'
COUPLE: Giles/Joyce
RATING: PG-16
DISCLAIMER: I want. I don't have. I pout much.
CLASSIFICATION: Challenge 57 from YGTS - I wasn't meant to do it, but I was bored.
DEDICATED: ASH and KS - class actor and actress
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Hastily pulling open the drapes, Giles yelped as the front of his calf connected with the corner of his low coffee table and he plummeted towards the waiting floor with a suitably loud crash.
Staggering to his feet, he managed to stumble to the door, stubbing his toe against a chair leg as he passed. Muttering a variety of curses in a series of languages, his glasses skewed and hanging from one ear, down across his chin, he furiously jerked the door open.
“Uh...hello.”
Straightening his glasses, Giles squinted at his early visitor, a flush of embarassment rising in his cheeks as he remember the activities of the previous night. “Er...Joyce. How are you feeling this morning?”
Twisting her hands together, she shrugged. “May I...?” She gestured into the apartment. “I think I left my purse and the keys to the gallery inside.”
Stepping aside, the Watcher clamped his jaws together, hoping that it was still dim enough for her not to notice what he was...
“Nice outfit, by the way, Mister Giles.” Kneeling down, she raked under the sofa, her voice muffled by the furniture.
Flushing to the tips of his ears, Giles stuttered through several excuses, before hastily making a break for the bathroom to change out of his sorceror’s robes, calling back. “I-I’ll slip into a little more comfortable.”
Joyce was still on her hands and knees, searching for something, when he came out of the bathroom. Looking up, she managed to say a muffled. “Oh.” Then she promptly ducked back under the couch.
Giles frowned, looking down at the clothes he had thrown on. Scruffy, dirt-stained jeans and a white t-shirt. That stank awfully of sewage. Something that would definitely elicit certain memories for a good many years to come.
“Er...” With a wry grimace, he ducked back into the bathroom, only to return moments later in more reassuring tweed and subdued colours. “Any luck with finding the keys?” He asked.
Joyce nodded, still picking through what to say to him. “I...I was just admiring your selection of artifacts.” She falteringly gestured around, her hand clumsily clicking a small ornate ornament that stood on the table.
The delicate object dropped like a stone, shattering on the floor, Joyce’s hand jerking up in a gesture of shocked embarrassment. “Oh, God!” Bending, she tried to piece the fragments together. “Mister Giles, I’m so sorry!”
Joining her on the floor, he gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “It wasn’t important, Joyce.” He stated firmly, brushing the small heap of copper and semi-precious stones together.
“But it looked so...”
“Honestly,” He gave her a rueful look, her face slowly rising to meet his. “It was in a yard sale. I thought it looked pretty.”
Joyce had to laugh at the Watcher’s sheepish expression. For all his posturing and pompousity, he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. There were some depths hidden under the layers of tweed.
A flush coloured her cheeks, as she remembered the previous night.
Of course there were hidden depths. She had been party to those hidden depths. A sorceror, the hood of police car **note to self: being inside the car is much more comfortable**, handcuffs and chocolate had all seen to that.
Turning her attention back to heap of broken ornament on the floor, she gasped as his hand brushed hers, a tingle of electricty racing through her whole body. She raised her eyes to find Giles staring at her.
“I was thinking,” He began, his mouth dry. “ That perhaps I ought to make my way to school.” He started to stand, only to be stopped by her hand wrapping around his wrist, a strange light shining in her eyes.
“No you weren’t.” She said with quiet confidence. “You were thinking ‘I had sex with you’, weren’t you?”
No answer was needed. The Watcher tugged his glasses off, wiping the frenetically on his tie, a frown furrowing his brow. Finally, he looked at her. “And I hate to admit this, but I don’t want to forget it.”
“Why should we?” Joyce agreed, rising on her knees, taking his glasses and replacing them on his nose gently. “It wasn’t our fault.” She let her hand trail down his cheek. “If anyone asks, it was just the candy.”
“Just the candy...” He agreed, subconsciously rubbing his cheek against her hand, the tingle of youth still rippling through him at her touch...
“And if you’re a little late for school, whose gonna know it was anything but the candy?” Getting to her feet, she took his hand and pulled him up with her, inclining her head towards the bed, up the stairs.
Giles nodded, a Ripper-esque smile creeping onto his face. “Sod the candy!” He grabbed her, pulling her into a fierce kiss. “Let’s go upstairs and shag!”
And – to anyone who ever found out and asked either of them – it was only ever the fault of the candy.
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