Title: Never tell me

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....12 years ago.

***

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*