InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "You shush!"

Dr. Giles Audley (thecaringcurse) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-09-10 11:54:00

Entry tags:

circe warren, giles audley

Saturday: September 29th, 2007
Who: Giles and Circe
When: Late Evening
Where: Circe's forest cottage
What: Giles leaves a naughty gift to see if he's still got his favorite cottage buddy and gets caught!
Warning: It's Giles and considering the gift..*cough*

When you are so caught up in your own crap, you don't take the time to care about other peoples crap. Especially if you are Giles. It was pathetically sad that he had forgotten about his most prized neighbor. The neighbor that not only didn't care that he was spying on her in the nude, but actually took no offense to his natural turn of the switch to acclaim a woman's funbags and ass if impressive to him. Where did she go? Was she okay? If a woman was willing to be that patient with him and even enjoyed bantering with him? Yeah, he was going to check up on her. Of course he was concerned as well for her own well being and not for his own benefit. Sometimes he saw her pacing around (sadly only through her curtain, he had to play the guessing game if she was nude of not) and it concerned him that he never saw her running anymore. Hell, it was hard work getting up early for a free show.

He truly did have to be serious. So, he better have a reason to be concerned. If not a reason then maybe come over with a gift. What? Hell no. He wasn't turning into some sap because he was a 'father'. He was still going to pull a stunt he would have a few weeks ago before a gigantic 'life sucks' tag was placed on his ass.

So, he went to that punk rock, bitchy little vampire named Kento, Kasunki, whatever and asked him for a favor. Though he fought him tooth and nail, Giles eventually got his way. Kazuki, yes that was his name, finally gave him his little gift.

When he reached her house he set a gift bag on her steps. All she had to do was unlace it to reveal the gift inside. The bag was 'adorable' and all that crap. So one might think chocolates, or maybe a gift from the art shop was inside. Wrong.

Inside was a a see-through blue and gold lingerie slip on piece with a decorated note reading: one size fits most. I know you have an ass on you but still."

Once he firmly placed the gift on the steps, he made a run for it.

Ads by Project Wonderful! Your ad here, right now: $0

(Post a new comment)

drivenmad
2008-09-11 05:57 am UTC (link)

It had been a few weeks since Circe had spoken to anyone. It seemed the more time that passed the more guilt she felt for not waiting for her brother. After all, what kind of a big sister was she if she didn't look out for him. Trying to reach him using her abilities was taking it's toll on her, physically and emotionally, and she was beinging to lack motivation. She knew she needed to do something before she became even more of a self destructive wreck... but in another show of how everything goes full circle, she wasn't motivated enough to follow through.

It was during one of her arguments with herself about going outside that she thought she heard something moving out the front of her house. Circe paused in her pacing and moved towards the window. Someone was moving on her front steps, and what she wouldn't give for that trusty old shotgun her grandfather had owned on their farm. As an Archaeologist she should have been more like Indiana Jones. Then maybe she could attack strangers with a gun or a whip.

She smirked. A whip could be fun.

With a quick shake of her head Circe was back on track. Whoever it was suddenly ran down the stairs and, puzzled, she moved towards the front door quickly. A bag sat on her steps and Circe eagerly opened it. With a raised eyebrow, she pulled out the... gift. "What the fu..."

Holding the slip up in front of her, she took a moment to process the fact that someone had left sexy lingerie on her steps. See-through, she realised as she noticed movement through the material. Letting it drop back into the bag she grinned as she noticed Giles trying to save his own arse. "That just won't do..." Circe pulled off her jacket quickly and set off after him in her bare feet.

It had been a long time since she'd put so much effort into a good run. She skipped slightly as her foot landed on something sharp, but continued pushing herself harder until she caught up with her target. "What are we running from?" She asked playfully as she joined him, considering dropping back again to watch his fine arse in action.

After all, he would probably do the same.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

thecaringcurse
2008-09-12 03:38 pm UTC (link)

Giles had been foolish to think he could get a head start. He may have been a doctor, but he wasn’t like the ones he saw taking a break during the day to go for a jog. Idiots. That didn’t mean you still weren’t among the screwed. You could die any minute. Taking a run to decrease the chance of high blood pressure or becoming fat didn’t mean you were safe. Of course, since he wasn’t a dedicated runner that meant Circe could get ahead, or catch up with him easily. She was a runner. He smirked when she asked what they was running from.

“Me? I’m running from a potentially pissed off neighbor. “He answered, slightly out of breath. He tried to piss her off a little harder by tripping her. He then hovered over her with a smug smile. “You needed to stop anyways. You were being a moron for running with an injured foot. How determined of you.” He teased. “You should be grateful for the gift. I had to smack around a vampire for it.”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

drivenmad
2008-09-12 05:49 pm UTC (link)

A potentially pissed off neighbour. Circe smirked. It would take a lot more than buying her sexy lingerie to piss her off that was for sure. As she was about to respond, however, her friendly neighbourhood stalker tripped her and suddenly she was down for the count. As she rolled onto her back, resting a hand on her bare stomach, and glared up at him.

"Who said I wasn't grateful?" She pointed out, wondering for a moment if he really did smack around a vampire just to get a gift for her. "In my experience when people buy you an outfit... they like to stick around and see how it looks. Makes sure it fits appropriately and all that. Besides it's not like you waited around for me to thank you."

Aware that anyone could walk past them, Circe decided to have a little fun and held up her injured foot. "I'd say let's play Doctor, but seeing as we both are that would be silly..." A thought occurred to her and she bit her lip to try and stop her smile from spreading. The hand that had been resting against her stomach began to slowly draw an invisible line from her belly button to the edge of her crop top and back again. "There's an idea. You fix my foot, and I'll dig up your family jewels." She smirked playfully.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thecaringcurse
2008-09-12 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Giles shook his head for a minute, trying to convince himself that Elysium didn’t have a working porn channel and he wasn’t just picturing himself in it. There was an actual storyline: Doctor trips other doctor, doctor treats doctor, doctor scr-“I’m sorry. Did you hit your head too? Brad Pitt doesn’t want to nail you. This isn’t Ryan Ross from ER. So before you have a doctor trying to get in your pants, just remember it’s your next door neighbor.” Of course, as he looked over her foot, punctured by a thorn he couldn’t help but be smug. “If you regret anything, it’s your fault. You know me. I don’t regret anything.” He waggled his brows and didn’t give her a second to think as he clamped his thumb and his index finger together in order to remove the thorn.

“Oh snap. Looks like we’ll need some anti bacterial crap and something to cover up this nasty cut. You just gave me a free show, don’t expect me to talk doctor.” He chuckled. “If you discover my jewels, you’d be rich. You’re a lucky woman.” He made a pondering sound. “Though I am afraid a blue silk outfit is required on this journey. It says so in the Giles family jewels manual.

Giles looked at the distance from Circe’s house from where they were resting. “You need help? I may be old but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you. Or are you going to be bitchy and claim you can get up on your own? Seeing you try will behilarious.”

Either way, he’d get a spectacular ‘cop a feel’ card for her ass. One was just more beneficial than the other.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

drivenmad
2008-09-13 12:59 am UTC (link)

Circe cringed at the thought. "Brad Pitt? The pretty boy image does nothing for me." She glanced up as she realised that he'd pulled the thorn from her foot without even the slightest feeling. She flexed her foot and removed it from his hands, with every intention of standing up. "I regret nothing, life is an adventure so you may as well live it." It simply did not do to dwell on the past, though she had a tendecy to do so. But she was far from regretting any of her actions along the way.

At his mention of the slip she realised she was wearing 'house' clothes. In an instant she wasn't feeling as playful. A crop top and shorts meant she was very exposed. The only option was to let him help her and keep him in front of her at all times. Which was just great. If there was one thing Circe hated more than anything, it was asking for help. But if he helped her up she could probably preserve what was left of her dignity. Though how much was left to lose remained the question.

Glancing towards her house as he did, she realised it was a fair walk. Not to mention she'd look like a complete idiot trying to stand up and stop him from seeing her back at the same time. With a frustrated sigh, Circe held up her hand. "But don't expect me to say please." If he intended on making her beg, she decided, she'd simply sit there all night until a better offer came along.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sorry about the wait lolz *snerk*

thecaringcurse
2008-09-16 01:45 am UTC (link)

Giles would carry her if he had to into her house. Oh he could and he would. He wasn’t the type to make it look romantic, he was the type to make it look eager and like both he and her deserved to get laid. They were in a sanctuary, they were both miserable and they were neighbors who hadn’t spoke much to each other until now. No awkwardness there right? Boy, Giles needed to fix his train of thought but he was too busy staring at a nice set of breasts. Breasts that came with a women that he could tolerate. Normally a woman would be talking and he wouldn’t be paying attention, but he had one mighty fine neighbor.

“Okay. I think the begging is going to be coming from in the house. Not the outside. So I’m going to have to look like an ass by carrying your ass.” He was actually able to sweep her up with ease. “You know, I’m like the hulk when I am keeping my eye on the prize.” Of course, as he carried her, it was only fitting that one hand was on her back, innocently. The other one was secured on her ass. “Hm, I knew you were the type to wear thongs. Now I know for certain. Sheldon owes me something of value.”

When he got to the house, he eased the door open and canvassed the nicely decorated house he once came to know very well. “Any place preferred for the drop off?” he looked towards the floor. “I could just drop you on the floor. But considering besides the big ass, you’re not cargo..”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

so you should be *sticks out tongue*

drivenmad
2008-09-16 07:07 am UTC (link)

Without even bothering to protest the fact that he was carrying her as if he was a freaking caveman. She could bloody well walk on her own. Just because she was a woman and she hurt her foot. A man could make the walk... no problem. A woman, however, obviously needed to be carried. Unless of course the wound was infected, then a man would be insisting on his imminent death while a woman would be insisting on getting up.

Nevertheless she put her arm around his shoulders and tried to enjoy the ride.

She rolled her eyes at his ridiculous comments. How many times could someone mention the word 'ass' in a conversation? He was obviously a butt man. "There's a couch in there," Circe nodded towards her lounge room, and smirked. "Or there's the bed... if the Incredible Hulk can make it up the stairs." She tried not cringe, remembering a boy in primary school who would laugh at the way she said that one character's name. For some reason it always made her Scottish accent more prominent than her Welsh.

"Choose your own Adventure." She offered with a grin.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ohh naughty!! :PPPP

thecaringcurse
2008-09-19 01:51 am UTC (link)

“I’m sorry. Are we at universal studios? Are you the incredible Hulk ride?” He mimicked the way she said Incredible Hulk. It made him chuckle after he said it. The whole time he was pretty much chuckling. How did you not laugh when you were choosing your own..adventure as she put it. “By the way.” Giles piped up. “If you are referring to the fact that I am too old to bring you up the damn stairs...” He was already halfway up, a devious brow rising. “You’re wrong. Thinking about breasts is equal to a thirty minute workout for men you know. We know how much I do that.”

When he reached her room he was tempted to make a comment about the interior design just to agitate her. “You know. If I were gay, I’d say you had the best interior design techniques here. Is the designer from extreme house makeover trapped here too?” Placing her on the bed he kept his lips just inches from hers. “Or you know, is he hiding under the bed?”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

you ain't seen nothin' yet

drivenmad
2008-09-19 03:25 am UTC (link)

For the first time she actually laughed as someone made fun of her accent. Somehow, when Giles did it, she could see the humour. Circe could appreciate, for the first time, just how weird she sounded saying the word 'incredible'. She bit her lip at the thought of just how good a workout he would be getting a day, if he was the same way with every woman he met. And she was pretty sure he was. "I wasn't insinuating anything. I'm sure a big strong man like you could run up the stairs carrying virtually anything." She pointed out, only a hint of sarcasm lacing her words.

As he placed her on the bed she suddenly felt a strong sense of emptiness at the thought of him letting her go. But he didn't move away. She could feel her heart begin to beat faster and tried to control her breathing as he remained so close to her. Mere inches keeping their lips from touching. "There are many things that I hide in my bedroom," Circe pointed out, her voice coming out a little lower than expected. "An interior designer, particularly from some cheesy makeover show, is not one of them."

She was tempted to ask him what he planned on doing with her, now that he had her in the bedroom... and thanks to her foot she wasn't going anywhere. Did he have her where he wanted her or was this just some silly game he was playing? With the way her body was reacting, she really hoped it wasn't the latter.

(Reply to this) (Parent)