Tainted Springs

Who:Jenny and Giles
What:Breakfast
When:Morning
Where:Giles’ apartment

The ebony haired gypsy stretched lazily in the bed; laying there she had to force herself to get up. The smell of fresh bacon and coffee wafted into the guest room. Everyday she’d made him breakfast as a way to thank him. Since her return Jenny suffered from the occasional migraine has she had the night before. Worried, Giles called a physician friend who met them at the hospital. A shot of Demerol lulling Jenny to sleep, waking a few hours later; unfortunately still a bit high from the shot.

Defenses down, she was a bit more demonstrative with her actions. As they talked her hand would brush against his, relaxed her inhibitions were down. Aware enough to not cross a line, she found herself flirting, for her; it hadn’t been long at all since she’d told him she loved him. For him, it had been a lifetime; additionally Jenny had not aged, where Giles had. Still ruggedly handsome, Jenny resembled a trophy wife, the looks of admiration were lost on Jenny, if Giles noticed; he remained silent.

She’d fallen asleep against his shoulder, she smiled a little that he put her in the bed. Immediately she wondered how heavy she was.

Oh the smells from the kitchen called her downstairs.

Padding across the floor on bare feet, Jenny called to Giles. “England something smells delicious,” she complimented him as she entered the kitchen. “I don’t think you’ve ever cooked for me before,” and it was true, they’d never really dated like a normal couple. But then normal didn’t describe them, not that it ever did.

“About last night,” she began ....